Date: Tue, 07 Jun 2005 16:02:45 -0400
From: Miguel Sanchez <miguel_sanchez55@hotmail.com>
Subject: A Pair of Mikes

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A Pair of Mikes

(1)

Mike sat in class patiently waiting for the bell to ring signaling the end
of the school year and the start of summer. He looked up at the clock and
thought, `Man, I can't wait to get out of here but I know I'm gonna catch
hell from mom when she sees this report card. I can just hear her now.
Michael Anderson, you can do much better than this. All you have to do is
apply yourself. What am I going to do with you?"

He knew his mother was right. Ever since he started growing and his body was
changing, he didn't seem to care about much of anything. He watched all his
friends start flocking towards girls but they just never did anything for
him. He had a few friends that were girls but to make out all over them was
just something totally unappealing.

He looked at the clock again and then heard the sound that meant freedom. He
hopped on his bike and started riding home but he knew he had several hours
before his mother would be home. He rode up the driveway and laid his bike
in the grass then unlocked the front door. He went inside and walked down
the hall to his bedroom and tossed his backpack on his bed then went to the
kitchen and got a soda. He drank his soda then changed into some play
clothes and went out play.

I had just finished work and was walking home when I decided to get a large
drink and sit and relax in the park. I watched the kids play and drank my
soda while having a cigarette. I turned my attention back to the playground
when this kid rode up then wiped out on a patch or gravel. I turned around
just as he said, "Oh shit. Ouch!"

I got up and went over to him and lifted his bike off his body. I looked him
over but only found a couple of minor scrapes. "I don't see anything except
a few scrapes. Do you think you can stand up?"

I stood up and took his hand and as soon as he put weight on his right foot
he hollered again saying, "Shit!"

I immediately picked him up in my arms and carried him to the bench I was
sitting on. Sitting him down I said, "Looks like I missed something sport."

I could see some tears start to fall and he said, "Damn, looks like I really
did it this time. My mom is gonna kill me. She'll look at me and say can't
you ride a bike yet?"

"It can't be that bad," I said trying to reassure him.

"You don't know my mom," he said.

I kneeled down in front of him and lifted his right leg and set his foot on
my knee so I could look at his ankle. I gently pushed on it and he winced a
little but I didn't feel any swelling. I thought if he sat there for a
little while the pain would ease so he could walk. "I don't think your ankle
is broken and there isn't any swelling. How about you sit here for a bit and
see if it gets better?"

"OK," he says. "Maybe it'll get better so I can get home and my mom won't
think I'm a klutz."

"You're not a klutz," I said rubbing his hair. "When I was your age I wiped
out on a gravel filled street. I just didn't do this once; I got real good
and did it twice tearing the same knee up both times."

"Now that's bad," he said giggling.

"Yeah," I said. "I thought I'd go back for seconds. So, are you glad
school's out?"

"Yeah," he said smiling. "Well I will for another few hours."

"Why?" I asked wondering what could make his face from totally happy to
totally sad in the span for about three seconds.

"When I show her my report card," he said looking at the ground.

"Did you pass all your subjects?" I asked as he looked over at me.

"Yeah, I passed them all," he said.

I thought about what he said and how he said it then asked, "Well so what's
the problem then?"

My mom is going to tell me that I didn't do my best," he said looking me
right in the eyes.

"Well did you?" I asked still looking into his deep brown eyes.

He broke eye contact with me and looked at the ground. He stared at his feet
then said, "Well no, not really."

"Why not?" I asked lifting his head up.

"I don't know," he started. "I mean I did at the start of the school year. I
made good grades but then things started happening to me and it was like I
just didn't care any more."

"What do you mean things started happening to you?" I asked in a very
concerned voice. "Did someone hurt you or beat you up at school?"

"Oh no," he said. "Nothing like that, I mean things happening to my body.
Things I don't understand."

I looked at him and asked, "Can't you talk with your father?"

His head dropped again and in a whispered voice say, "No."

"I see," I said. "Do you have a close adult male that you can talk with?"

He shook his had no again then said, "I don't have too many friends and I
sure can't talk with one of their Dads."

I took another pull on my soda and I heard the sounds from the cup telling
me it was empty. I looked at my watch and it was 4:45 and I had to be
getting home. I looked at him and said, "I understand what you mean and I
know it's too embarrassing to talk with you mom about such things. Let's try
that ankle out and see how it works, shall we?"

I stood up and reached for his hand and he took it trying to stand again. I
saw him wince a little but then took a few steps on it. I let go of his hand
and he was able to walk on his own. "Hey," he said smiling. "It's OK now.
It's still a little sore but I can use it and Mom won't know I fell."

I ruffled his hair and said, "I thought you'd be OK. I need to get myself in
gear and you should get home too. You wouldn't want your Mom worrying about
you?"

He looked at his watch then said, "Nah, I don't have to be home until 5 and
she's not home until 5:30. Thanks for everything. See ya around sometime."

He got on his bike and rode off down the street and I lit another cigarette
and started home. He and I had sat and talked for almost two hours and it
was as if we were both meant to be there. I was enamored by his casual
demeanor and the way he just sat and talked to me about his problems. I
judged his age to about 13 maybe 14 but he was also a late bloomer based on
what he told me about not understanding the changes that were going on in
his body. I took the key out and opened the door to my house and went
inside. Meeting this young man was certainly a bright spot to my mundane
life.

(2)

The next day being Saturday meant I was off from work and basically had the
day to myself. I cut the grass and did my laundry which took up all of the
morning. I took a shower then fixed some lunch then decided to go out for a
walk. I stopped by the store and got myself a pack of cigarettes and a super
sized soda then went back over to the park.

I brought my MP3 player with me so wouldn't be bored or look out of place as
I watched the kids play wondering if that kid would be back to play
considering he wasn't able to yesterday. I had just lit a cigarette when a
voice said, "You know smoking is bad for you, don't you?"

I turned around and there was the kid standing there wearing a bright yellow
shirt and a pair of tight jean shorts. I looked at him and said, "Yeah, I
know that son but I can't seem to put them down. How's the ankle today?"

"It's OK," he said as he came around to the other side of the bench. "With
everything that happened yesterday, I never said thanks for helping me."

I smiled at him and said, "No problem, glad I was here to help. So what
great adventure do you have planned for today?"

"Nothing really," he said looking kinda down.

"Why not?" I asked sincerely. "I figured you'd be off with your friends
enjoying your summer vacation."

"I don't have many friends and those I do have are at the mall with their
girlfriends."

"I see," I replied trying not to get to personal with him. "I would think a
good looking boy like you would have a few also."

"Nah," he said looking sullenly. "Girls don't do anything for me."

I patted him on the leg and said, "That's OK, I'm sure there will come a
time when they will."

"Yeah maybe," he said. "I just wish I knew what's wrong with me."

I looked at him and it was as if he'd just lost his best friend. He was
looking at the ground so I lifted his chin with my finger and asked, "What
do you mean sport, aren't you feeling well?"

I saw him licking his lips trying to moisten them so I offered him my drink
and he took a long pull on the straw then he said, "No, that's not it. I
mean I wish I knew what's happening to me."

Today was an unbearably hot day and the sun was right overhead baking us as
we sat and talked. I looked at him and asked, "You thirsty sport?"

He took another pull from my drink then said, "Yeah, I guess I am."

I stood up and said, "Well come on, I'll get you one."

"Thanks mister," he said. "Ah, you know we've been talking all this time and
I don't even know your name."

I laughed and said, "I guess I could say the same thing. Mike, Mike Peters,
glad to make your acquaintance."

He giggled as I wrapped my arm around my waist and bowed as I spoke. His
brown eyes sparkled as he laughed then he said, "Michael Anderson and
likewise I'm sure."

"Well Michael Anderson," I said smiling. "Shall we get that soda and try to
find a place that's a little cooler where we can continue talking?"

"Sure," he said as his eyes continued to sparkle. "Please, just call me
Mike. When I hear someone say Michael I think someone's mad at me for
something."

"OK Mike," I said as we headed towards the convenience store.

It was so hot now it was getting hard to breathe. It took us about ten
minutes to get to the store because we were just taking our time. When we
walked in the cool air felt great and Mike said, "Ahhh, this feels better."

I went over to the fountain drinks and got him a super size one like mine
and paid for it at the counter. We stood there enjoying the air conditioning
when I said, "Where would you like to go so we can sit and talk some more?"

"I don't care," he said looking out the window. "Any place that's cool and
out of this heat."

We stepped outside and I looked at Mike and said, "I don't want to sound
forward but we can go over to my house. It's not that far and it is cool in
there."

"That sounds good, but what about your wife?" He said sipping his drink.

I smiled at him and said, "I'm not married pal."

He took a page out of my book and said, "I thought a good looking guy like
you would be married by now."

I wasn't about to let him in on my secret but said, "I just haven't found
the right woman who's willing to put up with me."

We started walking towards my house and I was pushing Mike's bike when he
said, "Where do you live? It looks like we're heading for my house too."

"Next block we take a left," I said sipping my drink. "I'm the third house
down on the left."

"Really," he said. "I'm the fifth house down on the right. I can't believe
I've never seen you outside before."

"I guess I can say the same thing," I said ruffling his hair.

We turned the corner and walked down to my house. I reached into my pocket
and took out the key opening the door. We stepped inside and the cool air
was a very welcome relief. "Ahhh, this feels great Mike."

"Have a seat and I'll be right back," I said walking down the hall towards
the bathroom.

I took my tee shirt off and wet a wash cloth with cool water and wiped the
sweat off my face and hairy chest. I went across the hall to my bedroom and
put it in the hamper and get out a clean one. I brought the cloth with me
and said, "Here you go Mike. Wipe the sweat off your face."

Mike took the washcloth and wiped his face then he totally surprised me by
what he did next. He set the rag on the coffee table then took his shirt off
and wiped his chest and stomach. I looked at his smooth body and knew that
he was just now starting puberty and these were the changes that he had
questions about. He handed the cloth back to me and I rinsed it out and hung
it on the rack in the bathroom.

I came back out into the living room and he still had his shirt off as I sat
in my usual chair. I looked at him and he said, "This is a nice house Mike.
I can't help but admire that picture up there. What do other people think of
it?"

I had a painting called Loving Angels and it was of two boys nude with
angel's wings and they were kissing. I looked up at it then said, "Most
people think it's a beautiful work of art."

I could see him fidgeting trying to fix his erection when I said, "Are you
alright Mike?"

He couldn't fix it sitting so he just stood and got himself comfortable then
said, "I'm OK Mike. I'm sorry about this but this is what I mean. My dick
does this all the time and I don't know why."

I looked at him and said, "First thing son is there's nothing to be sorry
about. Guys get erections all the time and it's absolutely normal."

"It is driving me up a wall though," he said. "It's as if it has a mind of
its own and there isn't a thing I can do about it."

I tried not to look at his package as I said, "Why don't you go into the
bathroom and try to pee. That should bring it back down."

He got up and went inside and I heard water hit water so I knew he did have
to go. He was in there several minutes then I heard his scream then start
crying. He came out of the bathroom with his pants down and a towel across
his crotch. I got up and went over to him and he said, "God Mike I'm such a
baby. I didn't even make it to the toilet."

I looked at his shorts and they were dry but there was a wet spot in him
underpants. I slipped his shoes off then took his clothes off and slipped
his shorts back on him. He turned around and pulled them up and fell into my
arms. I rubbed the spot and it wasn't urine. I lifted his chin up and said
softly, "Mike, that's not pee son."

He looked at me and said, "It isn't? What is it then?"

"Before I answer that, can I ask you a question?" I said comforting the
crying boy.

"Un huh," he said softly.

"How old are you Mike?" I asked as I rubbed his back.

"13," he said looking at me.

I led him back over to the couch and sat beside him then said, "Mike, you
had an orgasm. That spot in your underpants is sperm, not pee. Do you know
what sperm is?"

He nodded his head then said, "Isn't that the stuff that makes babies?"

I smiled at him and said, "Yes it is."

He felt better knowing he hadn't wet his pants but was wondering why it
happened. I saw him looking at the painting more and more then he said,
"Mike, I really love that picture. Is something wrong with me?"

"No son, there isn't," I said smiling at him.

"Can I tell you something and please don't hate me when I do?" He asked.

I looked at him and said, "You can tell me or ask me anything and I promise
I won't hate you Mike."

He took a deep breath and said, "I look at the guys when I'm in the locker
room when we're changing and showering."

I smiled at him and said, "That's not unusual son. Even adults check out
other males. It's sorta like they want to know if their equipment measures
up to others."

"Yeah," Mike said. "But I want to walk up to them and touch their dick and
have them touch me."

"Again that's not unusual," I said in my most reassuring voice. "Most boys
have their first sexual experience with someone of their own sex."

I took his underpants and went into the bathroom and washed the cum out of
them and tossed them into the dryer so his Mom wouldn't know anything
happened. I was coming out of the kitchen when I saw Mike sitting in the
nude with a very noticeable hard on. He saw me walking towards the living
room and he said, "Mike, my dick got hard again and it was uncomfortable in
these tight shorts. I will wear ones that are looser from now on."

It was hard not to stare at his not so little hairless tool and I quickly
adjusted mine so he wouldn't notice I was in the same condition as he was. I
played it down and said, "It's ok son. At night after my shower I'll lounge
around in the nude."

"Mike, am I normal?" He suddenly came out saying. "One day I was in the
woods playing by myself and I heard these noises. I looked through the brush
and I saw a boy with his dick in another boy's mouth. I tried to leave but I
couldn't. My dick got hard again and I was wondering what it would be like
to be either of those boys."

"It is very exciting to see any kind of sexual activity at your age son," I
said looking at him.

"When I see boys in the shower I want to do things like I saw those boys
doing," he said playing with his hard dick.

I heard the dryer buzz telling me his underpants were dry so I got up and
quickly got them for Mike. He was asking things and playing with himself
that I knew I could do things with him but I didn't want to scare this
little cutie off. I handed him his underpants and he got dressed then I
said, "Let's go outside and sit on the front porch."

I was hoping that if he wasn't able to look at my painting he wouldn't have
a constant boner. I took our empty soda cups and tossed them into the trash
and got us fresh soda's then sat in the shade out front. I'm not sure how
long we were talking but I looked up and saw a woman walking towards us.
Mike saw me looking up and he said, "Hi Mom."

I got up and went out to meet her. I extended my hand and said, "Hello I'm
Mike Peters, it's nice to meet you."

She shook my hand and said, "I'm Mary Anderson, Mike's mother. Michael,
you're not bothering Mr. Peters are you?"

I smiled and said, "He's not bothering me at all."

Mary said, "I pass here all the time and I've never seen you before."

I looked at her and said, "Most times I'm sitting out back."

I saw Mary wearing her whites and her name tag had R.N. after name. Mike was
still sitting on the porch when she asked, "What do you do for a living?"

I didn't know what Mike was going to think when I answered her question but
I said, "I'm a teacher. I was at the elementary school last year but next
year I will be at the middle school."

Mike looked up and stared at me when I said that. Mary said, "I think
someone here needs to work harder in school sir. I swear I don't know what
I'm going to do with him."

"Mom," Mike moaned. "I do work hard."

"Well your grades don't show it," she started. "I've a good mind to send you
to summer school or hire you a tutor."

"NO!" Mike wailed. "Not summer school."

I knew the registration period for summer had already closed so he wouldn't
be accepted now. Mrs. Anderson looked at me and said, "Mr. Peters, would you
be interested in tutoring Michael?"

Mike looked up at me and said, "Are you a hard teacher?"

"Not a hard teacher Mike," I said. "But I do expect my students to give
100%. I will work with him and see where his weak areas are. Once I've found
them, the rest will be relatively easy."

"When would you want to start?" She asked.

I thought for a minute then said, "He can come down in the morning and we
can start. Mike, bring some notebook paper and a couple of pencils. I will
see you tomorrow kiddo."

I shook Mrs. Anderson's hand and ruffled Mike's hair then they left. I went
inside and fixed myself dinner all the while I had smile on my face knowing
I would be spending more time with Mike.

(3)

I got up about eight and had my breakfast. I was drinking a cup of coffee
reading the paper when the doorbell rang about 9:30. I walked over and
opened the door and there was Mike and he seemed to be happy. He walks in
and says, "Hi Mike, how are you today?"

I smile at him and say, "I'm fine kiddo. Did your Mom give you hell for
being with a stranger?"

"She did ask how we met and I told her about me falling by the park and that
we sat and talked until my ankle was better," he started telling me. "I told
her I went back to where we met so I could thank you for helping me. She got
real happy when she found out you were a teacher."

I walked back into the kitchen and sat at the table and finished my coffee.
I got Mike some juice and then said, "Mike, I think you're a bright student.
Your body is going through changes and it had you confused. It also sounds
like you want a man in you life to help you and for you to talk with."

"Mike I can do the work," Mike said. "Look, here is my report card."

I looked at his report card and Mike was right, he is a good student. I
looked over at him and said, "Mike, how long ago did things start happening
with your body?"

"I don't know," he said setting his glass back on the table. "Three months
ago, maybe a little less."

That coincides with his drop in grades. The first half of the year he was an
honor student. In his next reporting period his grades start to slip a
little and in last one he's making average and below grades.

I dug out some old text books and worked with Mike for several hours on his
Math and Science and found out he was actually capable of doing work a full
grade level higher than where he was. I went onto the fridge and got us each
a soda. I turned around and saw Mike lost in space looking at the painting
and his hand under the table. His eyes rolled back and he shuddered then he
went limp breathing hard. I sat the soda on the table and ask him, "Are you
alright Mike."

He sat there for a minute then said, "Yeah, I'm fine. My dick started
itching then I tried to rub it to make it stop but it kept itching more. I
got a weird feeling then I felt sperm come out like it did yesterday. What
happened?"

I giggled to myself then said, "Mike you just masturbated then had an
orgasm."

"I what?" he asked looking worried. "Mike, am I sick? I was looking at the
painting when it started. Mike, what's wrong with me?"

It was looking like Mike was not only going through puberty but it also
appeared that he is gay and trying to understand that as well. I'm glad
school is out because he can get through this and not have to worry about
his studies. I decided to address puberty first then said, "Mike, you're
going through puberty. This is when your body starts growing and changing
from a little boy to a young man. The first change that happened, you
already know about and that is your ability to make sperm. Soon you'll start
growing hair above your dick then under your arms and on your legs."

"Why do I get weird feelings when I see the painting?" Mike asked.

Mike was getting frustrated and he just broke down and cried. It was heart
wrenching to see him so full of life but so confused. I sat down beside him
then went to set him on my lap. I didn't get that chance because he
literally flew into my arms. His crying is almost out of control. I rub his
back and talk softly to him saying, "It's alright Mike, we will get through
this together."

I held him in my arms for a good fifteen minutes and he finally cried
himself out. I looked at him and he was sound asleep on my lap. I picked him
up and carried him to the guest room and laid him on the bed. I went back to
the kitchen and got my soda then went outside and had a smoke.

I sat and thought about how best to help Mike. I really sensed he was gay
but didn't want to add more pressure on him than he was already going
through. I had a feeling that Mike was going to be a fixture around here
during the day and I didn't want his Mom thinking he was being a pest. I
decided to talk with Mike when he woke up about having a frank talk with his
Mom.

I went back inside and got my sketch pad and started drawing Mike from
memory. I had what I thought were the basics done so I came back inside
where it was cooler. I was putting the finishing touches on it when I heard
Mike walking down the hall. He had a confused look on his face when he
asked, "How did I get back there?"

I opened my arms to him and he walked over then sat back on my lap. I ran my
finger down his cheek then said, "You fell asleep on my lap so I put you in
the guest bed and let you sleep."

Mike turned around and noticed the drawing I did of him and he said, "God
Mike that's fantastic. Did you sit inside and do this when I was asleep?"

I shook my head no then said, "I did it out back while you were sleeping. Do
you like it?"

"Oh yeah," he said hugging me tightly. "Can I have it?"

I wrapped my arms around him returning the hug when I felt him kiss me on
the cheek. I smiled at him then said, "Sure you can have it, that's why I
drew it."

I finished touching up a few little details then I signed it for him. He
kisses me again then said, "I can't wait to show this to Mom. She'll flip
when she sees it. Thanks Mike, I love it and I love you too."

I was really taken aback by what he said. I thought he would develop an
attachment for me but I didn't think it would be this quick. I was getting
attached to him so I said, "I love you too Mike."

(4)

We sat outside on the porch and talked some more and Mike's Mom stopped by
on her way home. She looked at Mike then said, "How did he do with the
tutoring today?"

I looked over to Mike and said, "Hey kiddo, why don't you get some exercise
and let your Mom and I talk?"

"OK Mike," he said then hopped on his bike and took off.

I looked at his mother then said, "Mike is a very bright boy Mary. I gave
him some math problems to do and he got them all correct. Now, the work I
gave him were things that he will be taking next year."

She was surprised at the things I was telling her then she said, "Well then
why did his grades suddenly start going down?"

"I am pretty sure I know the answer to that question also," I said. "Mike
and I have done a lot of talking since we met the other day and he's
attributing this to the changes his body is going through."

"He should have already gone through puberty Mike," she said. "He's 13."

"Not necessarily," I said. "You're a nurse. You know there is no cut and dry
age when this happens. Look at his legs; he doesn't have hair starting at
all yet."

"I suppose you're right," she said thinking about what I've been telling
her. "He hasn't shot up either. Why didn't he talk to me then?"

"Think about it," I said. "Boy's don't talk much as it is and they certainly
won't talk to their Moms about their bodies. Don't say you're a nurse and
you'd understand those things because bottom line, you're still his Mom."

"Yeah, you're right there," she said. "It hasn't been that hard on him being
just him and me. I guess this is the time when he needs a guy to talk with."

"I hope you don't mind that he has opened up to me," I asked hoping she
wouldn't get pissed at this.

"No, not at all," she said. "At least we have an idea about what was going
on last school year."

"True," I said. "I think come the fall he will have gone through the worst
part and he will be able to concentrate on his lessons. Plus he can still
talk to me if he needs to."

"You don't mind Mike?" she asked.

"Not at all," I said smiling. "It's just me here and it does get a might
lonely during the summer with nothing much to do."

Mike came back and dropped his bike on the grass running into the house. On
the way past he hollered saying, "Oh Mom, you just have to see this."

He came out holding the drawing I did of him. She looked at it and said,
"How did you manage to get him to sit still long enough to do this?"

"I did it from memory," I said. "Well what his chest and stomach looks
like."

"Mike, you missed your calling," she said looking at the drawing.

"No," I said. "I'm a teacher first and an artist second. I used to teach art
in elementary school but I'm going to Math next year at the middle school.
Every year I would sketch the kids as they worked then give them to the
children at the end of the year as a good bye gift. Last year a parent made
a big deal about it and even went to the principle. None of the other
parents were the least bit upset and there was nothing wrong with the
drawings. They were head and chest shots like this but done while they were
working. Some were drawing, others painting but certainly nothing to get
upset about."

"Some parents are strange Mike," she said looking at the drawing again.
"What can I say? I must admit that having Mike here some makes me worry less
about him being alone during the day. He didn't like the idea of going to a
sitter and I was concerned about him getting into trouble."

"Well I can understand that," I said. "Have him bring his swimming trunks
with him and we can go to the pool."

"I will," she said. "I will also give him his membership card so he can get
in free."

I shook her hand then Mike stood up and gave me a hug right in front of his
mother. I could see the smile on her face so I wasn't too worried by his
outburst of affection.

The next day Mike came over and I would tell something was definitely on his
mind. We went onto the kitchen where I poured him a glass of juice and I got
another cup of coffee. We sat down and I said, "What's on your mind son?"

Mike got up and came over and sat on my lap. He ground his butt into my
crotch getting comfortable causing me to get an instant erection. He felt me
get hard then said, "I guess your dick acts like mine does, huh Mike?"

"Yes it does," I said. "Even grown men still get erections."

"Do you masurbate too?" he said mispronouncing the word.

"That's masturbate," I said. "And yes, I still do that at times."

"Cool," Mike said smiling. "Do you think you could show me how to do it
right? Mine itched and itched this morning but for some reason things didn't
happen like they did yesterday."

"I don't know Mike," I said. "That is a very personal and private thing."

"I know Mike but I trust you," he said looking like a lost puppy. "I also
found something on the computer last night about boys who like boys and it
seemed to describe me perfectly."

I was having a real fight with myself now. Part of me wanted to take him
onto the bedroom and show him all the wonders of gay sex but the proper me
was saying don't do it. I've know father's who have shown their sons how to
jack off and they've never been scared by the incident but I'm not Mike's
father. I looked at him and said, "What did the article say Mike?"

Mike said, "It described about how boys start looking at other boys and then
they would masturbate thinking about them. Sometimes they would do things
with other boys and then as time went on they would just want to be with
members of their own sex. They said that these people were called gay and
that society made them feel bad and would sometimes hurt them because they
were different."

He had everything correct and what I said next was something I don't regret
but wished it hadn't come out like it did. I said, "I know Mike and we're
still fighting this today. We've become more accepted but still have a long
way to go."

Mike had heard and listened to every word I said. He looked at me and said,
"Mike, are you gay? Is that what you just said?"

I hung my head down because I knew I just lost my young friend. I couldn't
take back what I said nor was there any way I could change the meaning. I
looked at him and said, "Yes Mike, I am gay. There are only a very few
people who know this and if it ever got out to the wrong people, I could
lose my job. A lot of people think that I just want to teach children just
so I could try to mess with the boys but that never has nor ever will
happen."

Mike hugged me and said, "I'll never tell anyone Mike. I love you like the
Dad I never had. I want you to teach me things I don't know. I saw things
last night of guys doing stuff but I don't understand what it was all about.
Please Mike, I need you."

I wasn't sure about what I was getting myself into but I said, "All right
Mike, I will show you some things but we are going to go slow. There is a
chance son that you might not be gay and this is because your body is still
going through puberty. You may decide that you want to try to date girls and
then want to have sex with them."

"Ewww," he said curling up his nose as he spoke. "I don't think so but I
guess anything I is possible."

Mike grabbed my hand and pushed it down to his crotch. I couldn't help but
feel his stiffy so I said, "It's still hard, huh Mike?"

I was still painfully hard also and he said, "Yeah and I can feel you are
too."

I decided that I was in for a penny I would be on for a pound so I asked,
"Do you still want me to show you how to masturbate?"

"Yeah Mike please," he said as his face lit up the room.

I picked him up in my arms and carried him down to the bedroom. I stood him
on his feet then lifted my tee shirt off my head. Mike did just what I did
then I kicked my shoes off. Mike again copied me then we both dropped out
shorts and underwear at the same time.

I was in awe of his little tool sticking out from his hairless groin. I
could see a tiny drop of precum on the head. Mike saw my hairy crotch and
said, "Whoa Mike, you look awesome. I hope I get like that."

He stepped forward and touched my aching tool and I jumped a little as his
soft hand came into contact with it. I just stood there as he examined every
inch of my six inches then he said, "You can touch me too Mike."

I stepped closer then reached and touched his smooth hairless balls. I ran
my finger over the tip and wiped the drop from the head. I picked him up and
laid him on the bed then went to get a towel to clean up the impending mess.

I laid down beside him the wrapped my hand around my dick and started
stroking it gently. Mike tried to copy me but his hand was bigger than his
tool so I showed him the 3 finger method. He got the hang of it then started
stroking his like I was mine. I knew I wasn't going to last very long
considering it had been several days since I last came.

I started breathing heavy and I started stroking faster. I looked at Mike
and he too had picked up the pace. I saw Mike's toes start to curl so I knew
his end was near. All of a sudden he got stiff then let out a grunt. I
watched as he fired 2 small jets of watery boy juice onto his belly.

Watching my little man shoot sent me over the edge and I fired five of the
thickest loads ever. The first one landed on my chin and the next three on
my chest. The last one landed on my stomach and a little more oozed out down
my hand. Mike watched this and said, "Wow Mike, you sure shoot a lot of
sperms."

I got the towel and wiped myself clean then said, "When you get older son,
you will too."

I wiped the small puddle of Mike's tummy then cleaned his deflated tool.
Mike rolled over and cuddled with me while we both came back to earth. I was
moved that he wanted to do this then I asked him, "Do you like to cuddle
like this Mike?"

He blushed a little then said, "Yeah Mike, I do. Mom thinks that since I'm a
teenager I'm too old."

I wrapped him on my arms then said, "You're never too old to be cuddled."

We relaxed a little longer the decided to go swimming. We spent the day
swimming then got back home as Mary pulled up. Mike went inside and changed
out of his trunks while I chatted with her. Mike gave me a hug before he got
onto his bike then peddled home.

Mike spent every day with me and slowly I taught him the joys of gay sex. We
were almost inseparable and just before he turned 15 we became lovers. Mike
told me that he knew he was gay and girls would never be anything more to
him than just friends. He also said his Mom knew he was gay but never said
anything about him and me.

We were together for almost another year then one afternoon Mike came in
with another boy about his age. He introduced his friend to me as Brian and
said he was gay also. They studied together then after Brian left Mike sat
down and said he needed to talk with me. He took my hand then said, "Mike I
love you very much and everything I've learned about myself I owe to you.
Brian and I have known each other since school started and I care about him
a great deal. I want to ask him to be my boyfriend."

I was really moved by what Mike told me. I loved him dearly and hoped he
would find a boy his own age to love. I kissed him softly on the lips then
said, "Michael, I'm so very happy for you. Have you asked him yet?"

"Are you really Mike," he said smiling at me as I nodded my head. "I haven't
asked him yet because I wanted to talk with you first. Can I bring him here
and ask him tomorrow?"

I was smiling as brightly as Mike was and I said, "You sure can son. I would
love to hear what his answer will be but I know you kinda wanna do that in
private."

"Don't worry Mike," he said looking at me with those brown eyes of his.
"You'll hear it when I yell."

I laughed then we hugged for a few more minutes before he had to go home.
The next afternoon they were back and after their homework was done, the
boys went back to the guest room so they could talk. They were in there for
about ten minutes when I heard a very loud whoop and then Mike yelled "YEAH"
at the top of his lungs. I had my answer and I was truly happy for him. I
heard them come out and they were holding hands. I smiled and said,
"Congratulations boys. Just remember to be good to each other."

Brian went home then Mike leaped into my arms and cried. I could tell it was
a combination of tears of joy and relief that Brian said yes. Each day they
would come here and do their homework while I graded papers and set up my
lesson plan for the next day.

That summer Mary's schedule changed and she was assigned to the night shift.
Mike went into orbit and said he was not spending his nights at the hospital
then fighting to find somewhere to sleep. I solved the problem by letting
Mike stay at my house. That summer Mike was spending almost 6 days a week
with me and Brian was there a few of them too. I would have to knock on the
door on more than one occasion to tell the love birds to keep it down so I
could sleep.

Mike graduated from high school with honors then went on to college to study
engineering. He got a job with the city and Brian majored in history and
became a middle school teacher. They are still together today and occupy my
guest room. Mike's mother accepts Mike as a gay man and that he and Brian
are lovers but she can't handle it enough for them to live at home. They
will live with me until they can get a down payment for a house of their
own. I look at them and find it hard to believe that this all started with a
pair of Mikes.

The End


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