The story below is a work of fiction, set in the format of reality. Any resemblances to real people, alive or in the hereafter, is entirely coincidental in nature. It is not meant to accurately reflect upon persons, in towns, cities, countries, nor governmental areas, which the story is staged. If a sexual scene involving male-to-male relationships offends you, then you should not read this story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age, in most state and countries, you are not allowed to read this story, by law. Check with your local laws regarding such. % Sexual safety matters. Remember guys, this is fiction. In real life, use protection.
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"For The Love Of Michael" 15 wriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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"I'm getting there!"
Suddenly, all slurping halted. Michael looked to Adriano, whom seemed to be running the show.
"Um, getting where?" Raj asks, stoopidly.
For the past couple of years, Raj has had thoughts about Michael, of keeping his sexual life pristine, free from the risgue life of casual sex. Now the moment presented itself with the go ahead.
"Really, Adrian, I don't think we ought to."
"Ought to what?" Adriano played the idiot's role.
Giving Adriano a certain look, spoke as loud as an argumentive phrase.
"Why don't you boys run along?" Adriano suggests.
"Ooooh, we wanted to see you do it," Michael whines.
"You shouldn't be doing it until you're an adult, anyway," Adriano says.
"Nobody," Dean cuts in, "said `we' were going to do it."
"He's right," Raj jumped in.
"Who's side are you on," his lover states.
Shrugging his shoulders, Raj says, "You came up with the idea."
"You can do it in front of us," Dean suggests.
"Yeah, it's cool. We're eleventh graders."
Dean further says, "Yeah, it's not like we're a coupla fifth graders!"
"We're wasting time here."
Adriano looks to his cock, before his hands goes to it, aiding in keeping it stalked; straight up. Looking as if it's a tasty morsel going to waste, Raj licks his lips, his own hand stroking his 9c. Michael guesses, using Raj as his mentor, rubs his own seven inches of cut meat.
While Raj and Adriano are arguing the point, Michael says, "Keep your cock hard. Stroke it. Do what they do!"
"You don't want me to actually fuck you?"
Michael smiles, then replies, "You said you loved me, didn't you?"
The statement caught Raj's ear.
"Wait! What do you mean you `love' him?"
"Just what I said. When we were kissing in the jon..."
Dean beats Michael to the punch.
"We could have said it over and over to each other, but instead we were feeling it."
"Feeling it eh?" Now it was Raj calling the shots. "Get up, Adrian!"
"Are you sure about this, Raj?"
"Sure I'm sure. If they're sure then I'm sure I'm sure!"
As he busied himself getting up out of the bed, Adriano says, "Sounds good to me.... I think."
"This is it," Michael says to Dean, "if you still want to do it?"
"I want to," Dean replies, still a little unsure!"
Even though he's been fascinated with the notion of giving himself up to a man in his teen years, it's been the most remote feeling. The only time he sensed it a little was when Jim Hart threatened it, but he wasn't taking it at it's face value. Now was different. There wasn't any threat. It was by a free choice. Too, he thought as Raj and Adriano, he would be man-on-bottom.
"What's on your mind?"
"A million things," Dean replied.
Up from the bed, he watched as Michael lay down next to Raj. Michael's white skin clashed with Raj's darker hue. Comparing the two, Dean detected most smooth places of Michael's bod, Raj had hair there. Roaming across his chest, dark hair covered it from pec to pec. Extending out of the darker center, a trail of black hair ran down his stomach, fanning out over his abs, encompassing his navel.
"What's up?" Michael asks.
"Nothing."
Michael smiled. For the last coupla minutes he's known Dean was checking out Raj, as he lay there, hands perched behind his head. Turning his own head, he took in the musky scent of Raj's hairy left pit, then turned back. It was on Dean's face what he just did.
"Like it?"
"Yeah."
Michael smiled back to Dean's grin. Dean raises his right arm, in devious thought, cocks his head to the right, as if looking upon it. At the same time, he raises a question.
"Want a whiff?"
An interruption segues itself into their harmless play.
"I'm going in if anyone's interested."
Making his statement, Adriano leans forwards, his barrel in his hand, guiding it.
"Wait!" Raj calls out. "The condom!"
"You scared the hell out of me, Raj!"
"Sorry. I didn't want you to forget, on account of... you know."
As had been in their plans, the safety matter, Adriano relaxes his hand. The tip of his cock hits the bed.
"Want to hand me one of those packages?"
Pointing his hand, lying out like a servant's platter, shows the direction of the night table.
"Oh sure," Dean reacts, asking, "the red one or the black one?"
Dean, as well as Michael can see the difference in sizes. He picks up the black one and places it on Adriano's palm. He grabs the red one for himself. Sitting there by itself, he feels it was meant for them, if they got that far. Things then happen fast. With his teeth, Adriano tears into the square package. Taking it out, Dean watches as he once again firms up his cock, into a hardy stalk. Next, he positions the condom on the tip.
"Shit!" Adraino calls out.
The condom was going on inside out. He repairs his efforts. Slowly he works it over his big tube. Soon it's slick, really showing off his 9.5c.
"Oh, do me a favor and hand me that tube?"
Michael picks up the tube of lube, handing it over to Dean who passes it on. Not having used one in a while he flubs it up, squeezing out too much lube, then dropping the tube right onto Raj's hairy pubes. A little seeps out.
"Cold!" Raj calls out.
Not letting it go to waste, Raj uses the bit of goo to grease up his own shaft.
"OOoooh that feels soooo good!" He then picks up the bottle and hands it to Dean. "Here."
At this point Dean regresses to his not so forward self. This time it's Michael who is leaning forwards, elbows digging into the mattress, attention keen on the couple next to him. The last of the lube has leaked out of the tube. If Dean follows through, whatever is on his hand is going to have to make do on his condom-coated cock, if he ever makes it to that stage!
"Here we go. All safe know and ready to make it's entry," Adriano talks it through, as if linking up to the space station.
At this point it's all observing, as Michael and Dean peer in the direction of the fucking action. After feeding the tip in, Adriano evacuates Raj's ass chute.
"What's the matter?" Dean asks.
"Not enough leverage."
By this time, Michael is sitting up, Dean's attention swerved to the side. Michael readjusts himself when Adriano places Raj's legs on his shoulder. Any way they can, the two find a way to view the insertion. Soon it becomes too closed up for viewing, so they train their attention on Raj.
"Does it hurt?" Michael asks.
"No. Feels real..."
Raj suddenly realizes he's explaining it almost play by play, as if at a baseball game.
"Never mind."
"Fine," Michael replies, annoyed-like. "I guess I won't know unless I do it myself.
"I think I want to observe more, before doing it," Dean says.
"Fine."
However, more than drawing their attention to the fact of the pleasure of fucking and getting fucked, it becomes more an important factor of why.
"We'll see ya later."
By now, Adriano and Raj were too much into the rhythm of the fuck, to worry about two sixteen year olds. They knew how to do it, all they had to do is get up the gumption to do it!
On the way back to the pool, Michael asks, "You're not dissapointed, are you?"
"Not at all. You?"
"Nah. I can wait."
"Me too, but Michael?"
"What?"
With his hand on the pool door, Michael surrendered to Dean, as he assumed the same position, rubbing hands on his shoulder, then romantically following through with a hand to the back of his head. Their lips meet.
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Copyright 2007 T. Chase McPhee This story may not be sold, nor made part of any collection, without prior consent from the author.