Date: Tue, 8 Dec 2015 08:50:26 +0000 (UTC)
From: alex casurin <willipete12345@yahoo.com.au>
Subject: Madcap Michael 1

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Madcap Michael - 1

It was the first day in November. Yesterday had been the Melbourne Cup
(four day weekend, how awesome). But today was a school day. An
unseasonably warm school day. For the first time since February, the
mercury was higher than thirty five. And for whatever reason, the school
had still not purchased air-conditioning. I understood the reasons, you
only really need them for maybe twenty days a year, and they cost a
fortune. But when you're twelve, stuck in a classroom and you feel like the
Wicked Witch of the West, being reasonable is a tall order. Even more so
when your uniform starts to stick to you like a wetsuit, you're surrounded
by over twenty other twelve year olds in the same position, and you're not
allowed to leave.

It would be fair to say I was in a dreadful mood as I raced home for a
change and a shower. But a cold shower, clean clothes, and a Weis Bar from
the freezer, and I was happily off to the aquatic centre. I would have
taken a Golden Gaytime, but my mother would have gutted me.

While making my way to the bus stop, my desired bus roared past. Damn! Have
to wait at the bus stop for the next one. Which I did. Sat there at an
empty bus shelter. Concrete walls faced the road. Side windows at about
head height for someone sitting down, made it possible to see the coming
buses. And with a bluestone wall on the other side of the footpath, it was
a very private spot.

Alas, it was not my own personal spot for long. A sharply dressed man, in
his early twenties, sat down. We nodded to each other, but hot weather
tends to curtail etiquette.

"Can I borrow a cigarette?" he asked me

I looked at him "Sorry, I don't smoke"

"Never mind. Wise move at your age. Stick to wanking. It's free, and good
for you"

I reddened a bit at his boldness. "At least in moderation, from what I've
heard" I replied.

"True, but there's a story there, isn't there?" he asked, smiling
mischievously.

"Older brother, and things parents say"

He laughed "That's hilarious. Where are you headed?"

"The pool. You?"

"Pulling an extra shift in the city"

 We lapsed into a comfortable silence for a while. But only a little
while. He leaned over towards me and spoke out of the corner of his mouth
"Hey, kiddo, wanna earn a little scratch?"

"Maybe, doing what?"

"How about a handjob?"

I arched my eyebrow at him. I didn't quite believe this was real "You
serious?"

"Yes"

"Here?"

"There's a two metre wall there, concrete walls behind us and only
eye-level windows. We can see anyone coming. And no one will see us. Come
on, my bus will be here in..." he checked his watch "seventeen minutes"

I wasn't sure. I'd never wanked anyone before. I didn't want to get caught,
either. But he had a point.  If I had to pick a place to wank someone in
public, I'd have trouble picking a better spot. "OK, but I've never done
this before"

"you'll do fine. Scoot over next to me. Are you a rightie or a leftie?"

"Left-handed"

"Plenty of elbow room then"

He was right. As I scooted next to him, he put his left arm around me. Not
brilliant for the weather, but it felt kinda nice. I reached over to undo
his fly, and reached in for his undies. Surprise! He wasn't wearing any.

 I fished his cock out of his fly. It looked big in my hand, and it got
bigger. I wrapped my thumb around the top and started the usual pumping
motion. When my thumb and forefinger ran over his coronal ridge, he
gasped. So I made sure to repeat that action

It must have worked, because he started grunting. Then his cock spewed what
seemed like a torrent of cum over the concrete, my hand and his pants.

"Aagh" he said, grabbing my towel and mopping himself up. "Thanks kiddo,
that really killed the time. Hope you liked it"

"Yeah, it was OK. Weird, but OK"

He tucked himself away, then fished into his pocket. He brought out a five
dollar note and gave it to me. I put it in my pocket without comment. I was
worth more than five, dammit!

 He got out a pen and notepaper, and wrote something on it. "By the way,
I'm Steve"

"Michael" I told him

"Well, Michael, if you had fun doing that, would you like to do more stuff
like that?" he asked me, writing something else on the paper.

"Maybe"

"Cool. Well, you know those shops down there?" he asked gesturing down the
street to a small group of shops about two hundred metres away. Your
average suburban shop strip. Pizza, fish and chips, bottle shop, milk-bar,
a computer shop, and a dry-cleaners.

"Sure"

"Well, go to the computer shop and ask for Ron. Give him this note, and
you'll have plenty of chances for fun" Steve said, placing the note in my
hand.

"Huh?"

"Shit, here comes my bus. Gotta go. Nice to meet you Mike, thanks for the
helping hand"

And with that he was gone.

"Huh...weird" I muttered to myself. Then I looked at the note in my hand.

RON, THIS NICE YOUNG MAN IS MICHAEL.  HE'S VERY FRIENDLY AND OBLIGING.  I
THINK HE'S SOMEONE YOU'D LIKE TO MEAT.  REGARDS, STEVE

Well, that didn't make a great deal of sense, I thought, putting it in my
pocket. But just then, my bus arrived, so I put it out of my mind for the
moment, focussing on finding my ticket.

I'll deal with that stuff later


To be continued...?

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