Date: Sun, 19 Mar 2000 16:56:47 EST
From: Steve / Puerilis <puerilis@hotmail.com>
Subject: "Don't Call Me Mikey" 1/? (t/b, exhib, mast,oral,anal)

This story is totally fictitious.  The characters in this story engage
in sexual practices that are considered unsafe by today's standards.
Just because some characters in a story do things, doesn't mean it's
safe for real people.  Please be safe.  Since this tale describes sex
acts between a teenager and a young boy, you shouldn't read it if you
are under the legal age in your part of the world.  Likewise, for the
older people, if this violates any laws where you live, don't download
it.


"Don't Call Me Mikey" 1/?  (t/b, exhib, mast, oral, anal)


As I slid off my plain white Fruit-of-the-Looms, I got that rush...the
rush that I could only achieve by getting naked in my favorite patch
of woods.

I'm Mike...Michael John to my mom, but just "Mike" to everybody else.
I was 12 years old and I was standing naked in the woods, behind the
elementary school, near my house.  I came here often to get away from
things.  It was quiet, and I could think, or play or whatever I wanted.
Today, I was both thinking and doing "whatever".

For as long as I could remember, I got a special thrill out of taking
off my clothes outside.  It wasn't the fact that someone saw me do it,
but that there was the possibility that someone COULD see me.  That's
what really excited me.  I can remember being about 5 years old, and
standing at the window in my bedroom.  I would look out the window,
scanning for anyone in the vicinity, and then dropping my pants and
pressing my immature genitals against the glass.  Once, I even went
outside in our backyard, stripped, lay down on the picnic table, and
rubbed my little penis until it got hard.  This always made me feel
so...good..."sexy" wasn't a word that I knew at the time...it just made
me feel really good...and kinda naughty!  No one ever called my mom and
told her what I was doing, so I guess I never got caught.  Little did
I know, someone HAD been watching for a long time.

I used to play this game with myself.  Once I had stripped, I would
pile my clothes in one spot and see how far I could walk away from them
before I chickened out and ran back to get dressed.  There was a small
ledge in those woods, overlooking a housing development at the bottom
of the hill that I was on.  I was determined to get to the ledge today!
I had never made it that far before...but today I would!  Now, I have
to say, it was a long way down to that development, and someone would
have to be looking very hard to notice a naked 12 year old boy on that
small outcropping of rock...but the thought still excited me.  I wanted
to be naked...outside, in broad daylight...standing above the rest of
the city.

After slipping my white briefs off my feet, I tucked them into one of
my sneakers, and stashed my pile of clothes against the fence that
separated the woods from the school yard playground.  In my mind, I was
a naked savage, stalking it's prey...in reality, I was a bare-assed 12
year old creeping through the woods.

I began my slow trek through the trees, my feet sinking slightly in the
soft, spongy earth.  Fifty yards from my clothes, the terrain changed,
and I began to climb the side of the hill that led to the ledge.  I
had to step carefully as the ground became rocky...but then a naked
savage wouldn't worry about his tender feet.  By now, my pulse had
quickened and I was getting that "tingly" feeling.  My penis was
ramrod stiff at it's full four and a half inches.  I neared the rim of
the ledge and peered over.  I could see the whole city below me!  I had
to reach my goal.  I pulled myself up a little more and I was kneeling
on the ledge.  Then, standing upright, spreading my legs, and raising
my arms, I exalted in my accomplishment!  I imagined myself as "lord"
of this little burg..."king" of this hill!

I leaned back against a tree and began stroking my little penis.  I was
a smart little boy, and I knew from reading what masturbation was.  I
had just recently learned how to do it to myself, so I took this
opportunity to make myself feel good.  My right hand slid up and down
my thin shaft, while my left massaged my balls, in their low-hanging,
hairless scrotum.  I was really proud of my balls.  I knew from gym
class that most of the boys in my grade still had little boy nuts...
you know the kind that hugged up really close to their bodies.  None of
them had any hair around their dicks, either.  I had fourteen!  I knew,
because I counted them every night.

I continued pumping my hard shaft, and then slid a finger between my
ass cheeks, touching my tight little pucker hole.  I couldn't believe
what I was doing!  I was standing on a ledge, playing with my self and
fingering my ass hole!  In all of my 12 years, nothing had ever felt
this good.  As quickly as only a 12 year old can, I shot my few, feeble
drops of spunk onto the rocks at my feet.

When my breathing had finally returned to normal, I started my downhill
climb, back towards my clothes.  My penis had softened by the time I
reached the flat, soft ground, but I continued to finger it...enjoying
the wet traces of my immature fluids still seeping from the end.  I
wasn't paying much attention to my surroundings until I got near my
clothes.  I was still basking in the warm afterglow of my newly,
adolescent orgasm, when I saw Jeff, sitting on the ground, next to my
clothes, twirling my underwear on his finger.  I was busted!!

Jeff was a teenager who lived in the house behind ours, on the next
street over.  Actually, his second floor bedroom looked right into my
third floor one.  He was 18, or so I thought.  I knew he could drive,
and a few times I had seen him buy beer at the deli up the street...so
I figured he was 18.

"Hey, Mikey!  Watcha doin', little dude?, he asked.

I didn't really like him calling me "Mikey".  Hell, even my little
brothers didn't call me "Mikey".  I couldn't exactly complain about it
though.  I was standing there naked as the day I was born, trying to
hide my now, VERY soft genitals with my hands.

"Watcha doin' with my underwear, JEFFY?", I asked, as indignantly as I
could.

"I was just smellin' em, and waitin' for you to come back to get 'em,
he replied, with a huge grin.

"I watched you come over here...actually, I've been watching you for
a long time.  I once saw you lying on your picnic table rubbing your
little wiener.  I'll tell you, I had a really hard time not getting a
boner the next week when my mom and dad and I came over for a barbecue.
I watched you press your little thing up against the window...I was
lying in my bed stroking my cock, watching you.  I've seen you come
over here and strip and run around naked for a while now.  I've been
following you, and watching you for years now.  Shit, the first time I
saw you naked, you couldn't have been more than five...hell, I was only
eleven then", said Jeff.

I couldn't believe what I was hearing.  All this time, I thought I had
been getting away with something.  Now, I found out, Jeff had been
watching me all this time.  I sat down on the soft ground, still
keeping my hands over my crotch and started to cry.

"Please, don't tell on me, Jeff.  I promise, I won't ever do it again",
I wailed.  "I promise...I'll do anything for you", I added, tearily.

"Hey, Mikey.  It's OK.  I'm sorry.  I didn't mean to scare you, or make
you cry.  I LIKE watching you naked...really.  You got a really nice
dick for a kid!, Jeff exclaimed.

Since he told me that he wasn't going to tattle on me, I began to
wonder what he really wanted, but unconsciously I relaxed a bit and my
hands left my crotch to rest on my knees.  I didn't realize at the time
what a sight I must have been...a naked 12 year old boy, legs slightly
parted, knees pulled up to my chin.  Everything I had must have been on
display.  Then, I started thinking.  Jeff wasn't the only one who was
peeking in other boys windows.  I had sat quietly in the dark many
nights, waiting for him to come home and go to his room..I had seen him
many times get ready for bed.  He would always strip down to his boxers
and then seem to pose for a while in front of the window.  I always
figured he had a mirror or something on that wall.  Then he would pull
down his shorts and stand nude for a while, until his penis got HUGE!
I was so naive.  I had never seen a penis that big.  With these
thoughts running through my head, my little wiener started to get hard
again.  Jeff didn't say anything about it, but he came over and sat
next to me, and put his arm around my shoulder.

"I see that big monster of yours is getting hard again", Jeff said
quietly, with that same big grin on his face from earlier.

I gave him a half smile, and shifted slightly away from him, still not
sure if he was just making fun of me.

Jeff whispered, "How 'bout if I take off my clothes too, Mikey."

I still wasn't crazy about the "Mikey" stuff, but now my interest was
peaked.  I suddenly realized that I wanted to see this man-boy naked.
Granted, I had seen him before, but never this close-up.

"You promise you won't tell, Jeff?", I asked in a small voice.

It's amazing to me now, that I was worried about HIM telling on ME!  I
was SO naive!!

"I promise, Mikey.  This will be just between us!", he answered.

Still seated, next to me on the ground, he reached down and pulled his
t-shirt inside out, and over this head.  I gazed at his smooth, manly,
chest.  He looked like a man, but he didn't have any hair on his chest,
like my dad and uncles did.  He sat there a second longer, maybe
measuring my reaction, until he bent down, and took off his shoes and
socks.

Jeff straightened up and asked, "Mikey, can you help me out here?"

He wanted me to undo his belt, and open his pants.  Now, this was a new
twist!  I was more than ready to watch Jeff expose himself to me, but
could I help?  I wasn't sure I could do that.  He sat there quietly,
still glancing down at my hard little penis, pointing up between my
legs.

Hesitantly, I reached over and grasped the ends of his belt with my
small, 12 year old hands, pulling it open.  Next, I popped the button
on the top of his jean shorts, then slid down the zipper.  He wasn't
wearing his usual boxers, but instead I was faced with his thick pubic
hair and the root of his thick, hard cock.  I knew from experience,
that it must have been hurting him in that position, so I reached in,
grasped his heavy thing between my small fingers and pulled it out into
the daylight.  He really seemed to like my hands touching his penis, as
he shuddered a little, and exhaled loudly.

Quickly, he pulled away from me, stood up, and yanked his shorts off.
This left me sitting on the ground, staring up at his naked body.  I
took a few seconds to take in the sight before me.  As I said before,
his chest was smooth, but he had a little line of hairs that started
near his belly button and went down to spread out into the thick bush
he had around his big penis.  He was hard and thick, nearly seven
inches, I later found out, and bigger around than my hands could reach.
He also had hairs on his balls, which fanned out and thickened between
his ass cheeks.  It was amazing to me, that I might someday have hair
like Jeff...maybe, even more.

Jeff put both of his hands on the side of my face, caressing my soft
skin gently.  At first, I thought he was going to jam his dick into my
mouth...I knew about boys being able to suck each other's dicks, I just
wasn't sure I wanted to do it just yet.  He continued to hold onto my
cheeks, stroking softly.  Then he really surprised me, by kneeling
down next to me and kissing me lightly on each cheek.  Gradually, his
lips moved all around my face until they were pressed against my own.
This wasn't so bad after all.  I think I could get used to doing this.

Eventually, I started kissing him back, and then his tongue parted my
lips, and entered my mouth.  At first, I wanted to pull away, because
I thought this was kind of gross, but it started feeling really nice.
I was starting to feel tingly again, like I usually only did when I was
taking my clothes off outside.  I was really getting confused, but I
wanted to continue, because it just felt so...nice!

As suddenly as Jeff began, he broke our kiss, and lowered his head to
my smooth, boyish chest.  His lips trailed down my neck, across my
shoulder, to my left nipple.  At first, he started licking, then
sucking on my little tit-bud, like he was trying to draw Coke through
a straw.  Within seconds, it was standing up hard, just like my penis.
I never knew my nipples could be so sensitive.  I had not discovered
this wonderful trick.  My right nipple stood up on it's own, as he made
his way across my chest with his wet tongue.  I slid sideways a little
to bring his mouth into contact with my other nipple.  I had been
looking down intently, since his lips left mine, watching his every
move.  Jeff looked up at me smiling slightly, as he moved his mouth to
my right nipple and took it into his mouth, giving it the same
treatment it's partner had received, just seconds before.

The tip of his tongue slid wetly down my belly, to my navel, and
lingered there.  He began moaning softly as he laved my belly-button
hungrily.  I jumped as Jeff gently grasped my penis and stroked slowly.
NO one had ever touched my hard dick before, and it sent a new thrill
through me.  He pushed on my chest a little until I understood that he
wanted me to lie back.  He continued his slow descent towards my
twitching boyhood.  Here, I thought he was going to make me suck on his
dick, and now I was anxiously waiting for his mouth to get to mine.

Seconds later, he spread his lips and sucked hard on the area where my
fourteen pubic hairs grew, wetting them and plastering them to my
nearly hairless groin.  Jeff seemed to love sucking on my soft skin,
murmuring softly, how good it tasted, and how much he wanted to make me
feel good.  I couldn't believe he could make me feel any better than he
already was...but then he did!  Jeff engulfed my hard, cut, four and a
half inches til his upper lip and nose was pressed tightly against my
now wet, sparse pubes.  For the first time in many minutes, I uttered a
sound, unintelligible, involuntary, very adult sounding...at least as
adult as I could in my 12 year old, cracking voice.

Jeff's hand, that had been exquisitely manipulating my penis, slid down
between the cheeks of my ass.  He moved his knees in closer to my body,
spreading my legs further, then lifted both my legs up and back.  This
spread my hairless ass cheeks, and exposed my most private parts.  He
pulled off my throbbing little penis and momentarily, I was
disappointed.  But, then he speared his tongue and burrowed in on the
tender spot between my balls and my anus.  My GOD!  Did that ever feel
good!  Lapping greedily, he worked his way to my now twitching pucker
hole.  I reached down to hold my thighs up and out of the way.  I
certainly didn't want Jeff to get tired and stop what he was doing!

He placed his hand on the back of my thighs, near my ass cheeks and
helped me hold them up.  Looking back on it now, I think he really just
wanted to have his hands on me somewhere that is not usually right for
an 18 year old guy to hold a twelve year old.  For sure, I didn't mind.
He could do anything to me that he wanted, by this point, as long as he
kept making me feel as good as I was feeling then.

Jeff pulled his tongue out of my hairless, spasming asshole and briefly
dove onto my nuts, sucking them both into his mouth.  This was so much
better than jacking off.  He was mumbling incoherently as he sucked on
my larger-than-average 12 year old testicles.  I didn't care what he
was saying as long as he kept doing what he was doing.

His fingers once again found my now spit slickened hole.  As he again
swallowed my entire penis, his first two fingers slid into my ass.  I
was now a helpless, babbling mess.  My immature sphincter tightened
around those fingers, and I fired a couple of watery shots into Jeff's
mouth, although my hard little rod spasmed for about fifteen seconds.

I was terrified Jeff would be mad about me shooting my stuff into his
mouth, but he just kept sucking greedily, and swallowed what I had to
offer.  I was a little embarrassed, knowing that I had spewed a good
load earlier on the ledge, feeble as it was, so this one was probably
smaller than normal.  But, he didn't seem to mind.

My breathing slowly returned to normal, as Jeff continued to nuzzle and
lick my testicles and anus.  To be honest, I don't think I have ever
had an orgasm as strong, or felt as content as I did at that moment,
even to this day.  When he came up and started kissing me again, I
thought it would be gross...seeing as where his mouth had been...but I
found myself eagerly returning his kisses.

Abruptly, Jeff got up and went over to his pants and got something out
of his pocket.  I wasn't really sure what it was, but it was a tube of
something.  I hadn't moved, so I was a little surprised when he
returned and got back into the same position we were in before.  I
kind of thought he would want me to suck his wiener, like he had done
to me.  I wasn't sure what he wanted to do now.

Jeff opened the tube and squirted a generous amount onto his fingers,
and began rubbing it on his thick, hard cock.

"Can I fuck you, Mikey", he asked, almost as an afterthought.

Then, I figured out what he wanted to do.  He wanted to stick his big
dick up my tight hole.  Still in my post-orgasmic daze, I nodded.  I
remembered what his fingers had felt like breaching my sphincter, and I
wanted more of the same.  In my mind, bigger, just meant better.


Jeff pushed the end of the tube against my virgin pucker and squeezed,
sending nearly half of the contents up my still hairless rectum.  He
tossed the tube aside and raised my legs again to where they were
before.  Gently, he placed the head of his big man-cock against my tiny
hole.

"This is probably gonna hurt some at first", he said.  "Just try to
push out like you're taking a shit", he added.

I was nervous as hell, but his talking about me "taking a shit" made
me smile.  Suddenly, without realizing it, I really wanted this to
happen.  I wanted to feel his big man-dick in my ass.

The small bullet-shaped tip of his penis entered my anus with an
audible "pop".  I grunted in surprise, and Jeff groaned in pleasure.
I knew from looking earlier that the shaft of his penis was thickest in
the middle, so I still had lots more to go.  He held there, allowing
me to accustom myself to his penetration.  Hunching forward again, Jeff
got another three inches into me, and then stopped.  The thickest part
of his dick was still to come.  I was panting, because it hurt, but it
felt good too.  With one final thrust, his entire shaft was inside me.

It didn't hurt any more!  The head of Jeff's cock banged into my young
prostate, and I humped back against him.  Instantaneously, the
stretched feeling in my 12 year old sphincter went from hurting, to
feeling amazing!  He backed out slowly, pulling the pink inner lining
of my ass out with his hard weapon, then plunged in again, making that
tingly feeling all over again inside me.  He tried to go slow, but I
would have none of that.  I, almost involuntarily, humped against his
thick rod, trying to get more of him inside me.

Jeff started a slow, continuous thrusting motion.  I couldn't have been
happier.  His cock head kept banging into my little "pleasure spot" as
I thought of it.  Soon, his pace quickened.  Without even touching my
dick, it started twitching around dryly, and my pucker spasmed around
Jeff's shaft.  I was cumming, but there was nothing left in my spent,
young balls.  My anal orgasm triggered Jeff's, as I felt his seed bolt
out of his cock into my hungry ass.  I swear, I could feel the jets of
his cum splashing into my bowels!  With three more hard thrusts, each
one accompanied by another spurt, Jeff collapsed onto my body, pinning
my legs to my chest.

When we had both recovered from our own immense orgasms, he pulled his
softening cock from my still twitching hole.

He lay down beside me in the dirt, and hugged my small, satisfied body
to his chest.  We probably lay there for 15 minutes, before either of
us spoke.

"Mikey, that was just great!", Jeff said.

"Hey, Jeff.  Don't call me Mikey, OK?", I whispered, with a grin on my
face.

He just smiled, and hugged me tighter, then replied, "You got it,
Mikey.  Next time, I won't."


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