Life Mike True Love

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• given in this story are completely imaginary although some

• characters are based on actual people. The events described

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Life, Mike, and a First Taste at True Love

Part V

By Paul Clarke

4/19/98 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

There are few things guaranteed in life. For years I'd bottled up my homosexual feelings and tried to act "normal". During my first year and a half in high school, I realized that there is no real "normal". Everything I had worked to achieve was meaningless. That was when I met Mike.

Mike Roberts changed my life forever. His dirty blond hair was never anything but perfect. Even messed up it accented his light brown eyes. The braces added a nice, metallic touch to his smile. His grins were enough to sink a submarine. I'd certainly have gone down for them. The splash of freckles on his young face made a nice touch.

Mike and I had a lot of fun together in the first few weeks. Then came Kyle. Kyle's golden complexion and highlighted hair along with his developing muscles caused a rage in my blood that easily rivaled my feelings for Mike. When Kyle kissed me at Golf N'Stuff I had felt unsure of what I wanted. The confusion cleared when Mike got over his anger. Or did it?

Orbs of colored light spun around the void in which I floated. I'm not sure why, but the orbs seemed to represent people. At the bottom was a black orb. It was bouncing into other orbs and making itself a nuisance with the colored orbs that were different. Another orb, red, was cut in half and floating helplessly around. Yet another was yellow. It seemed to move from one orb to another, possibly trying to find a mate. The next orb I noticed was blue. It was captivating, to say the least. It was close, but out of reach. Without seeing, I knew there was a green orb on the other side. I couldn't see the green orb because of the blue obstruction.

I awoke in a sweating, feverish state and sat up in bed. What had happened? I was dreaming. It was somewhat surreal. I sat and pondered the luminous globes from the fantasy world. It meant something. I didn't sleep at all the rest of the night. I just sat there thinking.

"Ryan?" I heard the voice but didn't respond. Again, "Ryan?"

"Go away," I replied. I'm not sure why, I just wanted more time to think. I noticed for the first time that light was piercing the window shade.

"Ryan, honey, you need to get ready for school." It was Mom. The room was freezing. Why hadn't I noticed that in the few hours I'd been sitting there in my boxers?

"I don't feel well," I excused. Mom put her hand to my forehead and I pulled away sharply. Her fingers were freezing.

"You've got a fever going, kiddo. I'll call you in sick," she offered. I nodded and rested my chin on my arm again. Taking a day off school would be a welcome vacation. It was Friday morning and I never refused a long weekend. I heard Mom close the door as she left my room. I drifted off into another day-dream. Sitting there seemed to keep me content, I didn't want to do anything else.

Over the next few hours, I heard voices occasionally. Mom and Dad must both have left for work and Erin went to school. Anyone who knew us at all knew the house was empty during the day; but nevertheless I was startled by the doorbell at 10:00.

I jumped to my feet and walked to the door. I could hear muffled voices outside and opened the door. Mike and Kyle.

"Ditcher," Kyle sneered. I smiled a bit and ran a hand through my unkempt hair.

"I'm sick. Why the hell aren't you in school?" I snapped back.

"You're flirting again, Ry," Mike said. Well shit, I guess I was. Mike stopped me calmly, though. The grin he accented it with demonstrated to me that there was more to this encounter than met the eye.

"Sorry. Come in," I said. Kyle eyed my half-naked body as he entered my house. I caught it out of the corner of my eye and when he noticed me looking in his direction he turned away quickly. We all grabbed sodas and sat on the couch.

"So what's up?" I asked nonchalantly. From the looks Mike and Kyle had been exchanging, I knew they were planning something.

"Well I was talking to Chris before second period and Kyle walked up and I mentioned you weren't at school today," Mike began.

"I said 'Lets ditch and go to his house,'" Kyle added.

"So we did. We were gonna have a little fun," Mike said. Then he scanned his eyes over my body and added "Having a hard time paying attention?"

I looked down and blushed. I had been thinking of Mike and Kyle and was having a bit of trouble controlling myself. Boxers offer no protection against hard-ons.

"Uh.. Yeah," I said quietly. I think Kyle's presence made me feel discomposed. Mike moved closer to me and pulled my fully erect cock from its cage. I raised an inquisitive eyebrow.

"Damn, boy. That thing's gotta be like seven inches long!" Kyle said enthusiastically. I blushed.

"Yeah, uh.." I studdered. The whole occurrence turned me on completely but Mike's deviant action in inviting Kyle was unsettling.

"Oh don't be so nervous. You know you want him to join the fun," Mike said forthrightly. I shrugged. His tongue was caressing my perspiring balls and I wasn't about to inveigh against his actions.

"How long's yours?" I asked leisurely. Kyle smiled slightly. He was pleased that I wouldn't object to his presence in the room.

"Six and a half or so I guess," Kyle admitted in a hushed tone. Mike smirked slightly.

"Don't feel so bad about it, kid. Still bigger than mine," Mike said coolly. Kyle smiled and Mike encircled my entire seven inches with his mouth. I gasped paltrily, I think. I then looked up for Kyle's reaction. He was dumbfounded by how Mike quickly deepthroated my throbbing cock without so much as a pause.

"That boy has talent," Kyle said. He just watched in awe as Mike's head bobbed up and down on my cock. I was kind of amazed, too.

"Oh, yeah," I moaned as Mike's mouth embraced the most sensitive part of my teenage body. I ran my fingers lovingly through his hair and looked back to Kyle. He was just watching in amazement so I didn't break his concentration.

Vibrant waves of pleasure pulsed across my nervous system in cadenced idyll. I was loving every minute of it as his warm tongue rolled around my member and his head rose and fell like the sun over the ocean. And then, as inevitably does happen, came that familiar feeling.

"Oh God.. Stop, Mike," I said as I pushed his head away. He made a sad face.

"Fine then, get me another soda," he said. Kyle giggled and I smirked at the joke. He added an "What, I was thirsty!" for emphasis and we all laughed together.

"Ya know, this isn't very fair," I aversed. "You two are fully clothed."

Mike and Kyle exchanged glances and removed their clothing. It wasn't much of a show but once I removed my boxers we were completely naked and had hours all to ourselves. You can't ask for a better setup.

Kyle's body was just as tan as his arms and legs. I could hardly see a tan line, but that could have been my eyes. His muscles were very present in his young body and his cock was well-rounded. Six and a half inches looked about right to me, and it looked tasty.

"You done this before?" Mike asked Kyle.

"Not all of it. Back when I was thirteen and lived in Michigan a friend and I used to mess around. Never went all the way," he said.

"That's cool. Wanna give him a refresher course, Ry?" I was excited by that. Mike made it very clear that he wanted me to blow Kyle. Kyle smiled and looked over at me as if to beg. I didn't need to be asked twice.

Kyle was reclined on the couch. I moved to him and ran my tongue around the head of his cock. Looking up for a response, I found that he had shifted his head backwards and closed his eyes. A small moan escaped his lips so I continued.

After a few passes with my tongue, I took Kyle's teenage manhood into my mouth. It larger than Mike's. Maybe not by much but the amount was significant enough to make a difference. I decided if he hadn't had a blowjob since he was thirteen that I would just get straight to the point--and I did. I pulled my head back until only the tip of his cock was in my mouth and then thrust forward again. I ignored any discomfort the large tool was causing the back of my mouth and repeated the movement.

"Oh yeah, that feels great!" Kyle moaned in ecstasy. One of his hands was rubbing his chest and nipples and the other was stroking my hair as he had seen me do to Mike.

"He learns fast," Mike observed. I made a small, affirmative noise and proceeded to quicken my pace. Needless to say, living on nothing but masturbation for more than two years, Kyle didn't last long.

"Oh, God!" he shouted as his warm wad burst into my mouth. I paused briefly to get what I could then continued in attempt to get more of the savory tonic. He collapsed backward with his eyes closed as I moved away.

"I think he liked it," Mike commented. "That's always how I feel when I like it."

"Wow," Kyle said without moving. I chose to ignore him.

"So just one question, Mike: Why?" I was curious. At Golf N'Stuff Mike had made it very clear that he couldn't share and didn't seem anxious to do so any other time.

"We wanted to surprise you because you weren't at school. How better?" Mike asked.

"Happy birthday," Kyle added in a spent tone.

"It's not my birthday," I said.

"Doesn't matter. You can have anything you like," Mike offered. He smirked. I lunged at him vigorously and tossed him backwards from his sitting position on the floor.

My lips engaged Mike's like a match to a propane factory. The firey rapture was evident as we ignored Kyle's sarcastic comments. It was like for a split second nothing else existed. It was just Mike and I.

"Hey, hey, hey! Save something for me!" Kyle begged. I sat back.

"You haven't done anything, why should you get anything?" I asked. Kyle took matters into his own hands and lunged at Mike. His aim was lower than mine. Kyle had Mike's cock in his mouth before I even knew what was going on. He only got part of it in, but Mike seemed to enjoy it any way.

I felt a pang of jealousy rush through my blood at the thought of Mike enjoying something from another guy but I quickly let it pass.

Kyle was quick, not taking time to play at all. Mike winced once, but I never bothered to ask why. He wasn't really enjoying it as much as I had initially thought. Kyle was no professional.

"Ya know, if Erin was here she'd already have made us all fruit salad," I commented. Mike ignored me and Kyle had his mouth full. I stopped talking and just waited. And waited and waited.

"Kyle, I'm going to cum. You don't have to take it if you don't want," Mike said. Kyle didn't stop and soon Mike made his usual "I'm having an orgasm, don't mind me" face. Kyle pulled away quickly, leaving Mike's cock to spurt what it had left all over itself.

Kyle didn't seem to enjoy the taste much. I provided the rest of the cleanup. While normally I like semen fresh, once in a while I lick up whatever's left. It just kind of loses the flavor. I didn't wait long but it wasn't very fulfilling. Kyle sat up.

"That was certainly different," he said. I raised an eyebrow.

"You fooled around but never had anyone cum in your mouth?" I asked. He shook his head.

"Never went that far. He wouldn't let me do it in his mouth so I didn't let him do it in mine. Simple as that," he said. Mike shrugged.

"Ryan you ain't had the chance to shoot off yet, wanna play with Kyle?" Mike offered kindly. He reached over to his backpack next to the chair and extracted a condom from inside. I looked to Kyle who nodded at me. I shrugged and Mike tossed the small plastic package to me.

I set the condom on the ground and Kyle got down on his hands and knees in front of me. I gently licked his aperture in an attempt to loosen it. I played around a bit with my fingers and tongue before deciding to put on the condom and "go for the gold."

Kyle waited patiently as I opened the wrapper and tore out the small circle from within. It slid effortlessly onto the tip of my waiting erection and I rolled it over the entire length. I was ready.

I got to my knees behind Kyle and rubbed my cock against his waiting crevice. He seemed to enjoy that and moaned slightly. With the expressed enthusiasm present, I pressed the head of my waiting member against the opening. There was little objection although possibly an uncomfortable groan as I pushed the head inside. He didn't stop me and I pushed more.

"Ouch," came a small voice from in front of me. I stopped. He hastily requested that I continue. I did. I wanted to get off, nothing more. Kyle was boring at most. I pushed my cock all the way in. It wasn't a simple task, Kyle refused to relax. Once in, I paused and pulled back. It was rather tight but I made the best of it. Kyle's now satisfied noises told me I was doing well. I looked to Mike and rolled my eyes. He giggled.

My pace hastened as Kyle began to loosen up. Soon I was feeling some pleasure in the activity. Thinking back, I probably should have just refused to fuck him there but I always did have trouble saying no to Mike.

The rapid movement in and out of Kyle was beginning to have an effect on me. Eventually, I did come. It was nothing spectacular, I have trouble having sex with people like Kyle and afterwards we simply cleaned up. Each of us showered to remove all evidence and I hadn't showered yet anyway. We chose to do it separately to save time although I think neither Mike nor I had any desire to shower with Kyle after that.

The day wasn't wasted like that, though. Mike and Kyle called their parents saying they were going to hang out with me "after school" and I left a note saying I was going to the store. We jumped into the ol' LeSabre and headed down to Jesse Owen's Park.

Kyle, Mike and I passed the hours just talking. We sat together on the playground equipment despite dirty looks from the mothers of the children who wanted to play. As the sun set, Kyle left to walk home. He only lived down the road so I didn't offer him a ride. Besides, I wanted to be with Mike.

"I certainly learned something today," I said once Kyle was out of view.

"What's that?" Mike asked without averting his gaze from whatever he was staring at. I turned his head to face mine with my hand.

"All I ever really wanted is you." I tilted my head and pressed my lips to his. We sat perfervidly interlocked for what could have been forever--I certainly wanted it to be. That was love.

That's the fifth and final part of the story. I would write more with these characters but they've learned the lessons I wanted them to learn and I'd hate to overuse them too much. Maybe I'll pick a new town and a new group of kids to toy with. I really hope all of you have enjoyed this series. Please send your comments to GideonVI@aol.com and if you have ideas for future stories, I'd like those, too.

The response to the first four parts of this story has been overwhelming. I'd like to thank you for reading it and wish you all a good day. -Paul