Date: Fri, 24 Nov 2006 19:31:47 -0400
From: Chris Johns <chris-johns@hotmail.com>
Subject: Mickie Pt2

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     Mickie Pt.2


With such a wonderful friend, my life was very full.  A lot of the time I
was with Michael it was like being at school only tons better.  He taught me
to sail "Salome" and to navigate with paper charts and modern electronic
mapping. I learnt how to service engines and look after yacht maintenance
programmes.  From the books in his library, I learnt Geography and History,
everything we did together was so much more fun than with my schoolteachers.
My grades at school were better and my mother was pleased with my new-found
friend.  I didn't know my father and I am sure mother thought Michael was a
father figure to me, and obviously a good influence.  I was allowed to spend
more and more time with him and he started to give me pocket money for work
I did on the yacht.

"But shouldn't I pay you for being my tutor Michael." I said to him one day.

He laughed and said, "No Pumpkin, I should pay you lots more than I do for
all the joy you bring to my life."

He was so nice my heart overflowed with love for him.

We made love rarely, which made me sad.  Michael said we shouldn't do it at
all because it was wrong, but he loved me so much and sometimes his desires
overcame his conscience. He did masturbate me when I was horny if his
conscience was winning which was very exciting because he knew so many ways
to make me happy.

I didn't understand him, how could it be wrong for him to love me and to
show me his love by fucking me. Grown ups could be really weird sometimes.

My sixteenth birthday was approaching and the feeling of excitement building
in my body was almost overpowering.  I was thinking of the implications of
that magic day. We would both be over sixteen and Michael's conscience would
cease to be a problem. I thought of him making love to me every day and
nearly fainted. It was almost too wonderful to contemplate.

I should tell you I suppose. The skinny little boy that Michael first knew
was gone. I was now nearly six feet tall with what Michael called a classic
body. Not over muscled but all of them showing, broad shoulders, well
muscled, decent pecs and neat abs. My waist was very slim and I had slim
hips and a nicely rounded butt. Michael said it was the sexiest arse on the
island. Strong legs and neat feet completed the picture.  The only feature
not obvious to the casual observer was my cock. Like many of my race it was
big, much bigger than Michael's was.

I knew he was planning something and had spoken to my mother. I had a brand
new passport that my mother said I should have because I was now old enough
to travel, but she had not done that for my elder brother.

On the morning of my sixteenth, my mother woke me and told me to get dressed
for sailing. This was a school day but she said not to worry about that.
She had packed a bag for me, but wouldn't tell me what it was for.


A car horn sounded outside and mother kissed me and told me to take my bag,
she would see me tomorrow.  I told you grown ups were weird, but when I
opened the door Michael was there in his Jeep.

"Happy Birthday Mickie. Want to go sailing?"

"Oh yes Michael, yes please."

I was like a dog with two tails.  My mother laughed and waved us goodbye.

"Where are we going? What are we going to do? Why have I got this bag? Am I
staying with you tonight?"

Michael was laughing so hard he nearly ran off the road.

"Whoa Pumpkin, one question at a time. Where we are going is Montserrat. We
are going sailing and I am taking you out to dinner. Yes, we are sleeping on
`Salome' tonight returning tomorrow."

I nearly died with happiness. For four years I had wanted to sleep with this
man. I had cried myself to sleep so many nights with the frustration of that
wanting, and now it was going to happen. I absolutely knew it was going to
be magical.

The sail was great, we anchored in Little Bay, cleared customs and
immigration went to dinner at Tina's Restaurant. It was all a blur though
because all I could think of was bedtime with Michael.

When we were back on board Michael turned the Salon and Master Suite lights
on and I realised he had set them all so that we had what he called Ambience
Lighting. It was very soft and sexy looking.

There were Champagne glasses on the table and he pulled a bottle from the
fridge to give me my first taste of Bubbly.

"Happy Birthday again Pumpkin, I love you so much Mickie."

Big dafty that I am, I cried like a baby, my heart was just overflowing with
happiness being with this man. He took me in his arms and kissed all my
tears away finishing with the deepest most loving kiss I had ever received.
We started to undress each other right there in the salon. Like Michael, I
didn't want to hurry anything tonight.  I had never before had so much time
to enjoy our lovemaking and I knew he would want it to be perfect.

When he reached down to undo my trousers his hand brushed my straining erect
penis and he laughed softly as he said in his sexiest American accent the
classic Mae West line, "Is that a pistol in your pocket or are you just
pleased to see me?"

We both dissolved in hysterical laughter. I swear it was another ten minutes
at least before he could resume undressing me. When we were both in our
underpants, Michael stood back and looked at me for just a minute before
going down on his knees and pulling down my boxers and making me step out of
them. He kissed the end of my prick and cupped my ball sack, gently rolling
my balls between his fingers as he started kissing my prick all the way up
and down the shaft top and bottom. Just like the first time he touched me
two years before I came almost immediately.  There was nothing I could do
about it. The orgasm came like an express train and I shot time after time
straight into Michael's face.

I was devastated, how could I do this to him?

"Oh God I `m sorry Michael, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

As he wiped a gallon of cum from his face I started to cry again. I didn't
want to look in his eyes, I was sure I would see disappointment and censure
for ruining this evening.

He lifted my face so that I had to look at him.  All I saw in his eyes was
love and laughter.

"Shhh, you have nothing to be sorry for. I am so proud that I have this
effect on the most beautiful boy in the world."

He took my hand and with our Champagne glasses in the other hand, we walked
through into the Master Cabin.  He had shaded all the overhead lights and
turned the bed lights up to the deck head so that we had plenty of
illumination but no direct light.

We put our glasses on the bedside cabinets and he lay me down gently on the
bed. He slipped off his briefs and once more I looked at that fabulous cock
that brought me so much pleasure.  He slid on to the bed beside me and
started to kiss my face and lips, my nose and eyes, my chin and neck. His
lips were everywhere, just a gentle caress though. His hands were roving
over the rest of my upper body with the same gentleness, tweaking my nipples
gently until they were as hard as my cock, yes, it was hard again only two
minutes after it had disgraced me. He started to move down the bed, doing
with his lips and tongue what he had been doing with his hand. Now his hand
was gently caressing my cock and balls, sliding down the inside of my thighs
making me gasp with the sensuality of it all. He picked up his Champagne
glass and poured some into my belly button, letting more flow over my lower
torso and into my pubic hair. Then he started to lick it all up.

"Oh Michael, please stop I am going to cum again."

"Good." Was all he said as he continued to lick and kiss all over my lower
torso and abdomen. He was devouring my cock and balls, sliding my cock deep
into his mouth before releasing it and swallowing my balls, playing with
them with his tongue before moving on to my perineum and eventually my butt
hole. That was too much and I squealed with pleasure as I came again, all
over my chest and belly. I was mortified but Michael just slid back up the
bed to give me another loving kiss. He lapped up all my cum swallowing it
hungrily before once again looking in my eyes and saying,

"You taste so good, I think I might convert to cannibalism just so that I
can eat you."

It was just another excuse for hysterical laughter. God was it possible to
love this man any more.

He licked the rest of the cum from my cock and just resumed where he left
off. I spread my legs as far as I could and lifted them so that he had free
access to my pinky.  He worried it with his tongue until I was squirming
with pleasure again before positioning himself between my legs and pulling
my butt cheeks wide with his hands. His tongue penetrated my butt hole and
pushed in as far as he could get it, the feeling was unbelievable on top of
all the sensuality of the previous hour or so. He continued to lick and stab
with his tongue until I could stand no more.

"Please Michael, fuck me, fuck me hard, I want you inside me now, please."

"Not yet Baby you have some more pleasuring to come before that."

I couldn't believe there was any more pleasure in the world that I had not
already enjoyed. I was so wrong.

His tongue came out and a well-lubed finger started to penetrate me. When it
found my prostate I squealed with delight. Then his tongue started again
working its way round my cock head and down the underside of my cock to my
ball sack and again my perineum. He put pressure on his tongue as he ran it
back and forth from where it just touched the finger he was pleasuring me
with to my ball sack.  All the time his free hand was roving over my body,
nipping my still very hard nipples, tickling my belly button and gently
caressing my belly and chest. Sliding occasionally onto my cock and pulling
it gently, rolling my balls between his fingers

I was gasping by this time, I don't think there was a square inch of my body
that was not on fire with the sensuality of his touch. How much longer was
he going to make me tolerate this exquisite feeling?

I know I begged and pleaded with him to fuck me on several occasions over
the next hour.  He wouldn't let me cum again, easing back just a little on
his actions when my cockhead gave away the fact that another orgasm was
nearly there.

Eventually I could stand no more and I started to cry again as I begged him,
pleaded with him to fuck me. My breath was coming in ragged gasps as I tried
to remain in control

Then he did, oh God I have never known a feeling like it before or since. He
slid his cock gently past my sphincter with no pain at all. He could have
used a wine bottle I was so relaxed. I am sure his cock was much bigger and
thicker than normal. It was certainly harder than it had ever been before
when he was inside me. He had got me used to his long stroke fucking over
the years and it felt wonderful, but when he started to intersperse it with
a few very fast short strokes I lost it completely. I was bucking and
squirming, squealing and screaming as his cock seemed to attack every nerve
end in my body. The sweat was pouring off me in streams.  Michael asked me
if I was all right and received a totally incoherent reply.  Then the orgasm
built up to a peak.  Michael could see my cock swelling and he gripped the
end hard to stop me cumming as he went into overdrive with long hard
strokes.

I think if he had stopped me cumming for one more second I would have died.
We came together in an unbelievably fierce orgasm. I could feel the power of
his as he shot spurt after spurt of his love juice into my insides. I shot
well over my head with the first two spasms and then covered my chest and
belly in what seemed like gallons of it despite having had two previous
fierce orgasms.

Michael fell forward gently onto my chest taking most of his weight on his
arms, he stayed inside me not seeming to go soft at all. As my senses
returned I marvelled at the stamina of this man. He had been making love to
me for over two hours, not stopping to rest once. I was exhausted and all I
had done was lie there.

With a silly grin on his face he said, "Was that ok Baby?"

I laughed and said, "Mmm, not bad."

We both fell about laughing.

After a quick shower and another glass of Champagne we curled up together to
sleep.  I couldn't. I had never spent a night with this man despite two
years of using every wile I could to achieve that end.  How could I waste
this one sleeping?

Michael was still semi hard so I thought, why not make him cum again, after
all he had made me cum three times to his once. I took him in my fist and
started to pull his cock.

"Oh no Mickie, aren't you exhausted?"

"Yes, but I am going to make you cum again."

"Ok, here's the deal. You can make me cum again but only if you are fucking
me at the same time."

I was stunned, I had never even considered the idea of reversing roles. Not
once in two years had I wanted to be the top. It was an awesome thought.

Michael could see my confusion and explained.

"You don't have to lover, but I have never had anyone inside me so I have no
idea of the pleasure I bring you by doing it, and you have no idea how
fabulous it is to be inside someone. Would you like to try?"

I very quietly said yes and he helped me.

"We aren't going to make this a mind blowing fuck. I want you to be fully
aware this first time of our joint pleasure. If it is good for you we will
make it a very long and erotic one in future."

We played with each other in a wonderful session of 69. Then Michael told me
he was ready but he wanted me to fuck him on his back this first time so
that he could watch my eyes.

I tried not to hurt him but I remembered our first time and how much pain I
had felt. Without my love for him, I don't think I could have stood it, now
I hoped that his love for me would work the same.  Of course it did. The
pain as I penetrated passed his sphincter was obvious from his eyes, but
then they softened as the pain went away and the ecstasy took over. I was
wanking him as I fucked him and he came very quickly with just a gentle
sigh.

"Now Lover you do what you like, I want to feel your sperm bursting inside
me."

It was fantastic. His love engulfed me, the regular contractions of his
abdominal muscles played havoc with my senses and once again I was
orgasming, only this time inside my only love. Unforgettable.

"I will never be able to get enough of your body Michael." I said as we lay
in each other's arms.

"Nor me yours," he replied.

We fucked each other twice more each before dawn, each time in a new
position. I could not believe how many orgasms we had both conjured up in
such a short time.

As the sun's rays shone through the portholes onto our bed Michael said to
me, with a beatific smile on his face.

"I think that I am going to really enjoy making love to you now that you are
legal."

I laughed and snuggling up close to him I told him I always had and that I
could not believe it would ever be better than last night.

We returned home floating on air we were both so happy. The worry and guilt
of sleeping with a minor had slipped away from Michael overnight and he
looked younger and happier than I had ever seen him.


I was not a brilliant academic and we decided that if I was not going to
college I should work towards a practical qualification. With my love of
water and sailing, it was decided I should go for the RYA Yacht master
Certificate and later maybe, a commercial endorsement.

Michael worked with me on it almost full time. I moved in with him soon
after we returned from Montserrat.  He wanted all our skeletons out of the
cupboard and asked me if we could have my mother and brother to dinner and
tell them what we were.  I was very apprehensive not wanting to lose the
love of my family but knowing how important it was to Michael. We should
feel at ease with the only other people that I loved he thought.

My brother was a little upset but knew how close I had been to Michael for
almost four years. My mother looked very shy when she said.

"I think I have known in my heart for a long time Michael that my son's
happiness was built on more than your friendship. I noticed the biggest
change in his attitude and demeanour after your first sailing trip. After
that, he never talked about girls or other friends. His whole world seemed
to revolve around you.  I am glad you make him happy. If you love each other
so much I am sure the Lord won't mind."

I cried a little then and the little became a torrent when it was my brother
who hugged me and said he was happy if I was happy. I could see Michael
tearing up, but he managed to control it. If it were possible to love him
more, well I did that night.

We did a double Trans Atlantic for my qualifying passage, in Salome of
course, staying for three months in Europe. We travelled all over England
and France always booking into hotels as father and son.  Almost every new
hotel was a reason to get hysterical when we reached our room. The age thing
was about right but I was black Afro-Caribbean and Michael was Anglo-Saxon.

I was 25 when I became Skipper of a big charter cat. Michael was so proud of
me I thought his heart would burst.

The only sad thing about that was spending too much time away from him. When
I came back to our homeport I would always stay at the villa or on Salome
with him and every time it was like a new beginning. I lived in a cocoon of
love that went with me everywhere.

I was in port for his 60th Birthday. We joked about it all the time in the
week preceding the big event. He would be exactly twice my age then. Now
thirty I had my commercial endorsement but refused positions that took me
away from Michael for too long. He was still my whole life.  It seemed
impossible that I had loved him to distraction for almost eighteen years.

The party was fantastic, all our sailing friends came, and my mother and
brother and sister in law with their children.  Michael made a grand speech
that made almost everybody cry because he summed up in words I could never
have used how lucky he had been the day he met me, and that he had eighteen
years of uninterrupted happiness with the most incredible young man in the
world. I had to leave the room. I was crying so hard.

We cleared up after all the guests had left and sat quietly drinking a
nightcap on the terrace.

Michael said very quietly and with more emotion than I had ever heard in his
voice.

"I meant every word of that speech Mickie. You have brought more joy and
happiness to my life than any one person could possibly hope for in ten
lifetimes."

He was choking up as he said it, he grabbed my wrist very hard and said, "I
love you so very much," and died.

Nothing dramatic, he just simply stopped breathing.

The doctors said he had undergone a massive stroke that killed him
instantly.


Today he would have been 65.

After his death, I could not work or face people for an eternity.  I cried
all the time.  I sailed Salome by myself or sat in the villa by myself.
Never without tears in my eyes. My family fussed over me for a while but
eventually realised I had died inside when my whole world caved in with
Michael's death.

Last year a young man came to see me, he looked like a young Michael, my
heart almost stopped beating with the shock.  Michael had never talked about
family and I suppose I just thought he had none.

The boy was called Adam, he was Michael's grandnephew. To my eyes, he was
beautiful.  The rest of his family had been killed wholesale in the most
appalling accident so he had decided to come out here to find out if his
Great Uncle had left any family.

He stayed in the villa with me while I told him the love story you have all
just read. He was amazed, the lines of grief on my face as I recalled our
life together, with frequent stops to mop up the buckets of tears made it
abundantly clear how deep that love was.  When it was finished, I felt whole
again for the first time since Michael had died.

I watched him during the weeks and months that followed, improving his tan,
letting his personality shine through as his own grief eased. It was like
looking at a young Michael that an adoring 12 year old had discovered so
long ago.

It's a year now since Adam walked into my life. Today we are celebrating
Michael's Birthday with Champagne, and tonight I know I will have his
blessing when I take this beautiful young man to my bed and make love to
him. I hope that it will be as magical for him as my first time with
Michael.


I truly hope you enjoyed Mickie. Comments, suggestions for future stories,
criticism.  All are welcome.

Other stories by me, Chris Johns are  in nifty Prolific Authors section in
the Js.

Also  a very erotic joint venture between myself and another author, started
in NWA and continuing in Nifty. Name,  "Treville Youth Correctional Camp."

Chris Johns, at home in Antigua, Island Paradise.