Mike

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This story is mostly true and happened to me, although the names have been changed.

Part One:

Mike and I had been friends for a couple of years. We'd gone to school together since the third grade but it wasn't until 6th grade that we became at all close. Puberty brought us together. We were maturing at a much faster rate than most of our classmates and we began to talk to each other at recess about what we were going through.

After a month or so of talking about sex and what was happening to our bodies (how much hair we were getting, how big our dicks had grown) we finally broached the subject of masturbation. We admitted that we each had been doing it for over a year. I had taught myself. He hinted that he had been shown how by another boy, but he never went into detail.

I invited him to spend the weekend at my house, which was large and in the country. We spent the weekend staying up late and skinny-dipping in the pool and hot tub long after the rest of the household had gone to bed. During the day we trekked into the secluded woods behind my house. Once out of sight we would strip off our clothes and roll them into bundles, continuing our hikes in the buff. We would swim in the creek and lay on the sandy banks in the sun. We "jacked-off" in front of each other many times. Once, while sitting across from each other with our legs spread, I reached out with my foot and felt his balls with my toes. They were slick with freshly spurted cum. He did nothing to stop me, but I went no further.

The next year I started junior high in another school district, and saw very little of Mike or any other of my old school mates. Once he biked to my house unexpectedly after school. We ended up jacking off in front of each other in the large cubby-hole closet of my old playroom, the one room of the house in which we were unlikely to be disturbed. We never touched but we made sure to give each other a clear view of our spurting loads. Mike didn't stay long after. He admitted to me while we jacked off that he'd "felt like being nasty" all day and that's why he had visited. It seems funny, but our whole friendship was built on sex, and yet we hadn't touched each other.

Or at least, he hadn't touched me. Once while swimming in the creek and talking about sex, I'd boldly caressed his back and the cheeks of his ass for a moment. And of course, I'd touched his balls that time with my foot. But although he never stopped me, he never encouraged me or initiated any contact, and I was scared to go any further. Mike was seemingly very straight, even a bit crass. He was very into heavy metal music, pro-wrestling and marshal arts. He never got angry with me or seemed violent, but still I didn't want to risk a fight.

The following summer I was given the job of house sitting for my aunt and uncle while they went on vacation for two weeks. I was ecstatic! While they lived only two miles from us, they seemed much further out in the country and were definitely more isolated even than we were. They had no children and their house was huge and built in the plantation/Greek revival style and had several bedrooms, a lavish office, a projection room and an indoor swimming pool among other luxuries. Also I knew they had a large collection of adult magazines and movies tucked away here and there, so I was thrilled to have an opportunity to explore.

After a couple of days I invited Mike to come swimming for an afternoon. He rode his bike the five or so miles from his house and was very dirty and sweaty when he arrived. We immediately stripped naked and dove into the pool. After swimming for a while, we began to play little games. I don't know why, but in the course of playing we somehow ended up trying to float on the same single-person pool raft. Mike was in front and I was behind him, facing his back. The raft was foam rubber and sagged under our weight, forcing me to slide forward until I was pressed right up against Mike, although I tried my best not to. Both of our cocks were completely erect which was not at all unusual for us when we were naked together, but now mine was pressed firmly between Mike's beautifully rounded buttocks. I apologized and tried to scoot back, but he said he didn't mind, that he knew I wasn't doing it on purpose and to just stay where I was. We rowed with our hands for a bit, which only caused my cock to rub against Mike's skin. After a bit we stopped and just sat there quietly, breathing. Then Mike shocked me by commenting that my dick felt kind of good against his butt. He said it felt nice and warm and asked how it felt for me. I replied that it was good. We stayed that way a bit longer, and I noticed that Mike was occasionally stroking himself. As his stroking increased, I slowly slid my hands around his waist and caressed his stomach a bit.

Suddenly, Mike hopped off the front of the raft into the water and told me to come inside with him. Once inside, he told me to put on a porno. We were both dripping wet and Mike's cock was almost purple and throbbing. I turned on the movie I'd been watching earlier in the day. It was in the middle of a scene in which a man was fucking a woman in an airplane cockpit. The woman sat on the pilot's lap and bounced up and down while the pilot thrust in and out of her. Mike sat down in a chair and immediately began stroking his cock. He never took his eyes off the screen until with a loud groan he ejaculated all over his chest and stomach. I came a few seconds later, watching him, not the screen. A few hours later he went home.

All evening long, I kept thinking of the incident in the pool. I figured as always that it was mostly just me, but I couldn't get around how much Mike had seemed to like my cock pressed against him.

The following Tuesday I found a much greater stash of porn movies in a cabinet in my uncle's office. Among the movies and catalogs I found a box that hadn't even been unpacked. The postmark told that it had arrived the day before they had gone on vacation. The packing list informed that because six videos (six videos!) had been purchased, two more videos had been selected at random and included as a free gift. I didn't want to disturb the movies my uncle had ordered, since they were wrapped in plastic and he would know I'd been into them. But the bonus videos were simply together in a large brown envelope held shut with a metal brad. I took them out. One was old and seemingly very cheaply made. Judging from the unattractiveness of the models on the cover, I could see why the video was being given away for free. But the second video, which seemed to have a college theme, looked like it was very well made, better maybe even than the ones my uncle had purchased. I took it to the machine.

It was wonderful! The production values were high, the men and women were stunning and very into the sex, and could even pull off the acting well enough. I quickly realized why this company that distributed straight videos was having trouble selling its copies of this video, however. The movie was about a group of college students taking a "human sexuality" course that required them to experiment sexually with each other. In scene after scene guys groped each other, girls and guys had sex in groups, periodically switching off into same-sex couples. There were even a couple of very tender love scenes between guys with plenty of kissing! And it was all portrayed as perfectly normal experimentation. To top it off, after the end credits, the actors playing the lead parts gave an "educational message" encouraging the audience to experiment in the same way. They even gave oral and anal sex tips! I decided I had to show this video to Mike.

I called him and asked if he could spend a couple of days with me at my aunt and uncle's house. He got permission from his folks and eagerly agreed. The next day he arrived on his bike in the middle of the afternoon. He took his backpack upstairs to the bedroom I'd chosen for him. We had a fun day of swimming nude and exploring the house. In the evening I cooked a frozen pizza and we decided to have a couple of the beers that were in the fridge. We ate and watched a regular movie on the VCR. I was wearing a pair of loose gym shorts and a t-shirt and Mike wore a t-shirt and some faded boxer shorts.

We were both buzzing hard from the beer and I was about to suggest watching the movie I'd found when Mike asked if there were any other good pornos. I casually said I thought that there were and went into the office to check. I waited in the room for a few minutes and them brought out the movie saying that I hadn't watched it yet, but that it looked good. He looked at the box and quickly agreed.

Put it in the machine and started it. I brought both of us fresh beers and sat down on the floor next to Mike. He then suggested that we watch the entire movie and decide which scene we like best. Then, he said, we could rewind to that scene and jack off to it. I quickly agreed. My heart was pounding and my cock was already rock hard.

Mike liked the first scene a lot. In the second scene, a group of football players had a circle-jerk in the showers. At one point a guy touches another guy's balls jokingly, but there was no real gay sex. Mike seemed not to be offended by this, but the next scene was the real test. In it a guy describes to his roommate the hot sex he had with the Sexuality teacher, a hot young woman, while they jack off. They showed flashbacks while the guy describes it. Then the teacher fucks the guy in the ass with a strap on dildo. Mike gasped and said "Oh man!" at this but made no move to stop watching the film. I noticed that the bulge in his boxers didn't get any smaller either. The guy ends up fucking his roommate in the ass to show him how good the dildo had felt. I stayed quiet. Mike looked a little shocked but said nothing. Again I noticed that his cock still looked hard.

After the move was over (including the "educational" bit at the end) I turned off the video and TV, trying to get up the nerve to suggest trying what the movie had recommended.

Mike looked at me. "Well, what do you think?" he asked.

"I don't know," I answered, "which scene do you want to rewind it to?"

"No, I mean do you think we should try that?" he asked shyly.

"What, you mean `doing it'?" I asked.

"Yeah," he answered quietly.

"I don't know. You want to?" I was still ready to chicken out.

"Kind of. Yeah I do. It looks okay," he said.

"Okay," I said, thrilled beyond belief that this was going to happen. "How should we start?"

"Um--" he hesitated, "--I don't know, um, I've gotten a blowjob from a guy once, but I didn't do anything back." I was surprised at this. I could tell he was very nervous, as was I.

"Look," I suggested, "why don't we go upstairs and take a shower together. We can wash each other and see how we like it. Then if we still want to, we can go to bed. If not we don't have to and there'll be no hard feelings." I was brilliant.

"Okay!" he quickly agreed, sounding very relieved.

We walked upstairs without talking. I turned on the large shower in the master bathroom and got it nice and warm. We undressed slowly. We'd been naked in front of each other and even cum in front of each other many times, but this time was different. We got in the shower. The water was deliciously warm and we both soaked ourselves. I made the first move and began to soap Mike's chest. He sighed and closed his eyes. He took the other bar of soap and lathered his hands. He began to slide his hands over my chest and stomach as well. I decided to go for it and slid my soapy hands down to his cock. It was hard and so hot in my hands. Mike moaned loudly and thrust his hips forward. He began to stroke my cock as well. The feeling was incredible! I thought I might cum right away from it, but I was able not to. Then Mike made the next move and slid his arms around my waist and drew me against him. The next thing I knew he was kissing me passionately on the mouth, our tongues swirling together. I had hoped this kind of tenderness would be included, but I hadn't counted on it.

After a bit, during which we tongued each other's mouths and jacked each other furiously, Mike pulled away and said, "Okay, this is definitely cool. Why don't we get out and go to bed before I cum right here."

I was thrilled that Mike was enjoying it so much. It gave me a lot of confidence. We rinsed off and turned off the water. We dried and went to my bedroom. I pushed Mike back onto the sheets and pounced on top of him. I kissed him deeply while he stroked his cock. I slipped my tongue into his right ear, which made him moan loudly. I worked my way down to his neck and then on to his nipples. He groaned and ran his fingers through my hair as I worked on his nipples. I then made my way down past his navel until I was at his pubic bush. I paused. Mike sort of held his breath for a moment before I continued. First I ran my fingers through his bush and began to massage his cock with both hands. Then I slinked forward a bit and took the head of his cock in my mouth. A fierce shudder ran through Mike's body as I savored the taste of him. I found that I was able to take his whole cock in my mouth. I wrapped my lips around the base of his cock and suctioned as hard as I could as I bobbed my head up and down. Mike was moaning and groaning loudly and thrusting his cock into my mouth. Suddenly he clamped his hands onto my head and cried out loudly. Then my mouth was flooded with his cum. It tasted salty and slightly spicy. I loved it and swallowed it all. Then he pulled out of my mouth.

I was afraid for a moment that he had changed his mind about the whole thing and that that would be the end of it. He quickly swiveled himself around, though, and pulled me into a deep, hot kiss.

"I can taste my cum in your mouth, baby," he said. I couldn't believe he'd called me baby!

He gently pushed me back onto the pillows and lowered his head to my crotch. He was definitely taking his time, savoring the experience. He lapped my hard cock with long licks of his tongue. He gave my balls equal treatment, something I'd not had time to do to him. He swirled his tongue around them and even sucked them gently into his mouth. I was moaning and thrusting into his mouth. Then he began sucking my cock in earnest. His mouth was a powerful vacuum, and it wasn't long before I felt the cum charging up out of my balls. I held it in, shouting, for as long as I could before blasting it into Mike's mouth. Like me, he swallowed it all, humming with enjoyment as it flowed down his throat.

He let go of my cock and looked up at my grinning. I smiled back at him and we both laughed a little. He climbed up and laid down on top of me, kissing me deeply and grinding his still-hard cock into my crotch. Before long we were bucking against each other and digging our tongues into each other's mouths until with a sigh Mike came again onto my stomach. He rolled off me and scooped up his load, using it as lube while he jacked my to a second orgasm. After I came he kissed me again and curled up next to me. Within minutes we fell into a blissful sleep.

I was so pleasantly surprised at the change in our relationship. Mike was really opening up and loved being affectionate. The next morning I awoke to find him still wrapped around me. When he stirred, he greeted we with a warm "good morning, baby," and a tender kiss on the back of the neck. We got up and showered together, having some fun again with the soap.

After breakfast we amused ourselves around the house for a while. I ended up in the den watching television. Mike joined me after a while and, to my continued amazement, curled up next to me on the couch with his arm around me. We looked at each other and smiled. Slowly he leaned in and kissed me. We ended up making out for almost an hour. It was a quiet thrill to spend so much time just tenderly yet passionately kissing. We didn't even take off our clothes. Eventually we settled into watching the TV again, but neither of us were very interested. At the end of the program I shut it off. Neither of us got up.

"Remember I said I'd gotten a blowjob from a guy before but I didn't give anything back?" Mike asked.

"Yeah," I replied.

"Well, I really wanted to, I was just scared," he said. "Do you wanna know who it was?"

"Sure," I said, extremely intrigued.

"Chris Hamilton," Mike said.

Chris Hamilton! I almost died! Chris was a year older than we were. I'd known him very casually in grade school. When I was in fifth grade I'd had a very brief friendship with him that was similar to my friendship with Mike. We talked about puberty and how we were changing. I remember how impressed he was when I told him how big my dick was. Up until then I wasn't sure if I was at all big or not. I never got the chance to see him nude, or anything. And it had been two years since I'd seen him at all. I remembered him as being very nice and kind of innocent, although not at all shy. He was tall and athletic and had a cherubic face. He was very much in contrast with Mike. Mike had a beautiful runner's body and a face that was striking but kind of rough. And he never ever seemed innocent. It hadn't at all surprised me to hear him talk so frankly about jacking off and cumming when we were in sixth grade. Mike's actual level of sweetness and vulnerability was a pleasant surprise when you got to know him. With Chris it was his strength and worldliness that were the pleasant surprises.

"So you didn't blow him back, huh?" I said.

"No. He really wanted me to. He wanted to kiss me too, but I didn't let him." Mike answered.

There was a silence.

"Do you think we should invite him over to join in?" Mike asked.

I was relieved! Mike was accumulating a great record of saying just the right thing the past couple of days. I'd had a bit of a crush on Chris since our brief friendship and I thrilled at the thought of going to bed with him, but I didn't want to hurt Mike's feelings if he thought we were building a relationship or something.

"Sure, that'd be great!" I said enthusiastically. "Why don't you give him a call?"

Mike went to the kitchen phone and dialed Chris' number. I didn't hear their conversation.

"Well?" I asked when Mike re-entered the room.

"He's coming over, but he won't be here until about four," Mike said, curling up with me again.

"Did you, um, you know..." I asked carefully, "tell him what to expect?"

"I told him that maybe tonight I'd get a chance to return him that favor," Mike said, "but I didn't tell him about you. He was real excited, though. I think he likes you too."

I was fairly sure he did. I was sure we'd all end up in bed together.

"But before he gets here, there's something else I wanna do," Mike said, smiling at me.

"What?" I asked.

"I want to make love to you," Mike said, looking straight into my eyes. He massaged my chest a bit. "You know, be inside you." I was very surprised that Mike used such tender words. Usually I would have expected him to just say that he wanted to fuck me in the ass.

"I'm a little scared to," I said honestly.

"I know, I am too," he said softly. "We'll be really careful and gentle. I really wanna be inside of you." He gave me a quick kiss on the lips.

"Okay," I said. "We'll try. You wanna do it now?"

"Yeah, let's do it now," Mike said, "while we've got plenty of time to do it slow." It was about one o'clock.

"Okay," I said again. We kissed deeply and slowly one more time before going upstairs.

I went into the master bathroom to do the preparations that I'd learned from the "education" part of the porn movie we'd watched the night before. I went to the bathroom and used it normally just as the video had instructed. Then I got out the enema ball that I'd found in the cabinet and filled it with worm water and used that too. After I was thoroughly cleansed I got in the shower and quickly washed my crack and hole with anti-bacterial soap. I dried off and went into the master bedroom where Mike was waiting.

We hadn't said anything, but I guess we'd both thought that the master bed was the right place to do this. I climbed on the bed with him and we made out for quite some time. He licked my balls passionately and worked his way down to my thoroughly clean asshole. I gasped when his tongue ran over my hole for the first time. I'd never imagined that it could possibly feel so good! I rolled over and got on all fours to allow him better access. I buried my head into a pillow and just screamed with pleasure as he dug his tongue into me while he stroked my throbbing cock. After an eternity of this, Mike reached over and retrieved the bottle of lubricant from the nightstand where I'd found it at the beginning of my stay. He slicked up my hole and his fingers and slowly worked one in. I wasn't relaxed enough and I cried out with pain. He eased up and went more slowly. After I'd gotten a bit used to it, he began to slide his finger in and out. I was relaxing but still not quite enjoying it. Then he gently rolled me over onto my back and positioned himself so that he could suck my cock. His long middle finger suddenly began to feel wonderful to me as he found my prostate. The feeling if his finger in my ass and my cock in his mouth almost made me orgasm, but I held back.

"Okay, I'm ready," I said.

We got up from the bed and went to the opposite wall, which I leaned against with my back facing Mike. The video had said that this was the easiest position to start from if you weren't experienced in anal sex, which I certainly wasn't. I breathed deeply and willed myself to relax completely while Mike tenderly kissed the back of my neck and my shoulders and caresses my torso. All the while the head of his dick rubbed against the opening of my asshole, sending shivers of pleasure through my whole body. When I felt completely relaxed I whispered a barely audible "okay" to Mike. He took hold of his cock and very slowly began to push it in. There was a sudden tremendous pain, and I made him pull out. He held me and we waited a bit before trying again. This time I was more successful at willing myself to relax and I flexed my sphincter muscles open against him as he pushed. Before I knew it he was all the was in. He sighed and asked me how I was. I said I was fine and asked how it felt to him. He moaned that it was great, very tight. Slowly he began to thrust in and out until I was bracing myself against the wall and shoving myself back into his every thrust, both of us shouting in ecstasy.

Suddenly Mike stopped and suggested that we get back on the bed. I jumped on and lay on my back, lifting my legs over my head as much as I could. Mike positioned himself and sank his hot cock back into me. I cried out sharply. This position allowed my prostate to be stimulated much more than before. His thrusting cock felt like it was shoving the sperm right out of my balls. A few thrusts was all I could take. With a loud cry I let loose with the best orgasm I'd ever had up to that point. The cum splashed all over my chest and stomach and even my face. Mike cried out and slumped forward to lick the cum from my face and thrust his tongue into my mouth. As we kissed, I felt his cock twitch as he emptied his load into me. We lay there panting and kissing for quite some time before we both drifted off into a light sleep.

About twenty minutes later we awoke. Mike suggested that he clean himself up and I could fuck him in the ass (his regular language had returned). He said he wanted to be sure I got to have him before Chris did. That made me feel very special. Making love with me on top went just as well. Mike writhed with greater passion than I had ever seen under my cock and even cried out at one point that he loved me, although I didn't take it too seriously. When I came, it felt totally different from any orgasm I'd had before, even into Mike's mouth. And when Mike came, it was just as prodigious as my own load. I returned the favor and licked the cum off of his face and kissed him deeply.

After a while we got up, showered and dressed, and went downstairs to wait for Craig to arrive.

Well, that's the end of part one. Hope you enjoyed it! Part two will be coming soon! E-mail any feedback to Smartman2@AOL.com