Date: Thu, 23 Nov 2006 11:56:41 -0400
From: Chris Johns <chris-johns@hotmail.com>
Subject: Mickie Pt 1

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Many of you reading my stories have realised that I am a dead sloppy
romantic.  Love stories with happy endings are what makes me happy. In many
I use cp and S&M to spice them up but they are always love stories. I don't
usually write cross-generational stories because Paedophiles make me almost
physically sick. I can't imagine the distress a child feels being sexually
abused by an adult. I would hang them all.

Mickie is different, the story is written through his eyes. Michael is much
older than Mickie and a gentle and caring man who suffers incredibly with
his conscience making love to an under age boy, but as you will see in part
2 it is an enduring love that these two have for each other.

This cross-generational story is pure fiction, the prompt for it was a very
pretty little twelve year old that was fascinated by my Portable GPS but
that was where reality ended.


    Mickie Pt.1


I was twelve the first time I saw him. He walked past my Mother's beach
stall on his way to the empty beach cabana about fifty yards away.  When he
had removed his T Shirt and shorts I watched him settle onto the beach bed
in his very brief swim trunks. I remember I thought they looked very sexy.
He came every day for about a month, turning from a pale ivory colour to
toffee colour in stages. The swim briefs were white and looked sexier as his
skin darkened.  I told my friend about him and we both came to watch him.
Fanaticising about who and what he was.

One day I saw him playing with an electronic gizmo of some kind. Curiosity
got the better of me and I crept up behind him to see what it was.  He must
have sensed me because he turned round, smiled at me and said,

"Hello, who are you?

"My name is Michael," I said in a small voice.

"So is mine," said the man." "What can I do for you?"

"I wanted to see your toy."

The man laughed and told me to come and sit on the beach bed with him.

The toy turned out to be a portable GPS, which the man showed me how to use.
  He told me he had bought it for his yacht so that it would be easier for
him to navigate between the islands.  We ran up and down the beach watching
the speed and navigating back to the beach bed using things he called
Waypoints. He was fun, much more fun even than my older brother was, I liked
him.

After a month he only came to the beach occasionally and I missed him. He
always talked to me and had interesting things to say.  He told me about
sailing and about navigation. He bought books to show me and music for my
cassette player. I missed him when he wasn't there.

One day, just after I got off the school bus to go to the beach, a big Jeep
stopped and a voice from inside said,

"Hello Michael, would you like a lift to the beach?"

It was the other Michael and I jumped in, so pleased to see him again.

"I haven't seen you for a long time, have you been away?" I said

"No Mickie I spend a lot of time working on my yacht now so the beach has to
take a back seat."

What a funny expression I thought.  "What is the name of your Yacht?"

"I call her "Salome" Mickie, after a very sexy and beautiful lady in one of
the bible stories."

I determined to get my bicycle every day after school and cycle passed
"Salome" and hope to see him working.

A few days later I did, he saw me as well and invited me to go aboard and
look round.  She was very big and had three big bedrooms and two bathrooms.
He said there was lots of work to do on her before he could cruise to other
islands.

I started helping him on days when I did not have to help my mother.  I
wanted to be with him so much.

One day when I was fourteen, I fell badly on his deck.  Michael carried me
into the cockpit and made me lie on the cushions while he checked that I was
not damaged. I was wearing my T-shirt and a thin pair of beach shorts.  He
slid my shirt off and started to run his hand gently over my chest asking if
it hurt anywhere when he touched me. He said he wanted to make sure I had
not broken any ribs because of the way I fell.

I was fine, but his hand felt so exciting and I had dreamed of him touching
me for nearly two years. My shorts started to tent as my prick got very
hard. I was very embarrassed, but Michael made it appear all right.

When he was sure I was ok, he looked at my tenting shorts and said,

"Our willies are very naughty Mickie aren't they? Always getting hard and
embarrassing us. Don't worry, it happens to me as well sometimes. Now put
your T shirt back on, I will get us a coke and then I'll take you back to
the beach."

I wanted to cry. His hand felt so sexy and I wanted him to touch my prick
the way he touched my chest, and make it do the same thing I made it do.

I was still hard when he came back with the cokes and I had not put my
T-shirt on.

"How do I get rid of this Michael?" I said pointing down at my shorts.

"Oh don't worry about it, it will shrink by itself when you start thinking
about something else."

"Can't you get rid of it for me?"

"Oh yes Mickie I could get rid of it for you, " he said, laughing, "but boy,
would I ever be in trouble if I did."

"Why? You are my friend and friend's help each other don't they?"

"Yes they do Mickie, but not in this instance. Look, tomorrow you finish
school early don't you? Come straight round here and I will take you for a
sail and we will talk about this thing." He said pointing at my still hard
prick.

"Ok, in that case can I get rid of this myself then?"

"Of course." he said.

I pulled down my shorts very quickly and sat right back on the cushions so
that he could see my whole body and my hard on. Even at fourteen it was
quite long.

He looked at me with a funny expression on his face and whispered.

"You are beautiful Mickie, but you mustn't do that in front of me. Please
slip into one of the cabins and do it."

He turned away from me, but not before I had seen the tear in his eye. I
wondered what that was for.

He asked my mother if it would be ok to take me sailing the next day and
said he would feed me and bring me home before dark.

I couldn't wait I was so excited about going sailing with Michael.


Where are we going I shouted as I ran along the jetty towards "Salome"?

"I thought we might sail round to Morris Bay, anchor, have a talk and some
tea and then sail back before dark, ok"

"Oh Michael that will be great."

We motored out of the harbour, Michael put the sails up and we sailed. He
made me stand behind the wheel and showed me how to steer by the wind. He
was wearing his swimming briefs and I just had my thin beach shorts on
again.

He stood behind me sometimes if he wanted me to do something different with
the wheel and I used these occasions to push my butt back into his crutch.
It felt so good, but he jumped back like a scalded cat. When I turned round
once to ask him why he kept jumping I could see his briefs were very full.

"Oh dear," I said, "is your prick being naughty today?"

"Yes, I'm afraid it is."

"That's alright, I'll get rid of it for you." I said.

"Mickie you are a classic, no you won't, steer the boat. You and I need to
talk."

When we anchored, he got us both cold drinks and started to question me on
my sex knowledge. I told him how babies were made and about sex with a
woman, I told him about boys masturbating until they could have woman sex,
but when he asked me if I knew anything about boy/boy sex I told him I
didn't.

He told me it all, I was wide eyed at his graphic explanation and my prick
was rigid, I covered it up with a cushion so that he wouldn't see it.

"Mickie, you have to be16 to have legal man to man sex. So, you have a
couple of years to wait. I expect you will have mutual sessions with school
friends before then, building for the big one if you want to when you are
sixteen, but you will probably be into girls by then and not at all
interested in boys.

"You are older than sixteen Michael so you can do it. Please do it to me."

He laughed a sad little laugh and said, "You have no idea how much I would
love to Mickie, but I am afraid we both have to be 16."

"Please Michael, when you touch any part of my body I think it is so
exciting."

"No Mickie, it's not an option. Let's eat"

I started to cry I was so frustrated that this man wanted me and I wanted
him but we couldn't.

He slid round the cockpit until he was close to me and took me in his arms
stroking my hair and my face telling me it was ok, it would all be right in
the end.  I could see his prick straining for release from his too small
briefs, mine was so hard as well, it was hurting. I let my arm fall from
hugging him and slid my hand over his crutch. It felt enormous.

"No Mickie, you mustn't."

But he didn't physically stop me. I saw the anguish in his eyes and I kissed
him gently on the lips. I think he stopped breathing then, and when he
gasped in a huge chunk of air again I saw the tears flowing freely down his
cheeks.

"What is it Michael, what have I done?"

"Nothing Mickie, it's just that I love you so very much and this is going to
change everything."

I told him, no it won't, you can do all these man things with me, I won't
tell anyone ever. I want you to.

He told me to go below and get on the bed in the main cabin. When he joined
me he took my shorts off and just looked at my body for a long time. He
started kissing me all over, very gently.  It was fantastic, when he touched
my prick with his lips I exploded. I shot my cum everywhere.

I said I was sorry and I would do better next time.

While I was recovering from my first orgasm with him he turned me over and
started to kiss my arse cheeks. That was so exciting but nothing on what he
did next.  He opened my legs wide and buried his tongue in my little hole.
It was the most incredible sensation my young life had ever experienced. He
continued to tongue my hole for a long time driving me crazy. He rolled me
onto my back again and peeled off his briefs. His cock was beautiful, but
very big. I immediately grabbed it and started licking it. It was
sensational and he thought so too.

"Mickie, I want to put this into your bottom very much, may I?"

I told him I had been dreaming of him doing it so yes. He said it would hurt
but I didn't care I just wanted it inside me.

He lifted my legs up and spread them telling me to keep them there. He put
some gel from a tube onto my hole and put a finger in. He added two more
fingers in the course of the next ten minutes. The sensations were amazing,
then he pulled them out and put some of the gel on his prick.

"If this hurts too much Mickie I will stop, ok." I nodded and he leant
forward to kiss me gently on the lips and all over my face.

I could feel the build up of pressure as he tried to gain entry to my anus
with his huge cock. When he eventually made it I screamed and he tried to
pull out. I wouldn't let him. I wanted him inside me so much. The pain faded
and I told him he could push deeper. The sensations going through my young
body were unbelievable. He told me after what seemed an age that I had all
of him inside me. His cock was consuming my body and I loved it. He started
a gentle in and out, which was so erotic I came again a few minutes later.
But my hardness did not change. What he was doing to my insides defied
belief. He was kissing me, playing with my nipples, running his hands down
the inside of my thighs, all the time gently fucking me. He squeezed my
balls gently, rolling them in his fingers and played with my cock. I swear I
was never going to feel this good again in my life.

Eventually Michael could last no longer and with just a few long hard
strokes, I felt him shoot spurt after spurt of hot cum up my bum. I came
again as well, unbelievable.

We lay in each other's arms afterwards and I thought I was going to die of
happiness.

When we got back to my house, as I was getting out of Michael's car he said.

"Mickie, you know if you ever tell a soul what we have done today I will go
to prison for a long time."

"I won't Michael, I love you, I'll never do anything to hurt you."

He smiled a sad smile at me and said, "I love you to Pumpkin, you'll never
know how much."

He drove away leaving one very happy satisfied little boy.

I had sex with Michael many times after that always gently and with love.
He taught me many things. One day when we had made love and we were both
laughing because it had been so good for both of us, he said,

"Pumpkin, you are the best cocksucker in the world, you drive me crazy."

I was so glad that I could make him happy, he was so good to me.

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Part 2 is complete and I will post it shortly. Please let me know if you
enjoy Mickie. I think it is the nicest story I have written. I always feel
warm inside after reading it