Date: Wed, 07 Aug 2013 07:45:13 -0500
From: boyonboy <boyonboy@anonymousspeech.com>
Subject: Modern Family - Manny and Luke

This is an original work of fiction based on the ABC Television series Modern
Family. Modern Family is owned by Lloyd-Levitan Productions. This story is not
intended to imply anything about the characters on the show or the actors who
portray them.

This story is set during the first season episode in which the family travels
to Hawaii where preteen odd couple Luke and Manny share a hotel room.

***


"I can't believe my sisters wouldn't let me stay in their room," said Luke
as he unlocked the hotel room door.

"I can," said Manny, pushing past Luke as he removed his linen jacket. "You're
pretty much a disaster as a roommate. You're lucky I'm such a gracious... What
the hell happened to my bed?"

Luke closed the door and went over to look at what Manny was seeing, although he
already had a pretty good idea. The covers had been pulled back and the white
sheets had been painted with a four by five orange grid (minus two squares)
where eighteen slices of American cheese had melted in the hot Hawaiian sun.

"You didn't want me to use the iron any more," Luke explained. "How else was I
supposed to melt the cheese?"

Manny was so dumbfounded by the cheesy disaster that he couldn't even think to
argue with Luke's premise. "Why couldn't you use your bed?"

"Yours is closer to the window."

"Why didn't you at least put down... never mind, I don't want to know." Manny
picked up the phone handset and wedged it against his shoulder as he read the
instructions on the cradle.

"What are you doing?" asked Luke, his tone somewhere between defiance and panic.

"Calling housekeeping to send up some new sheets."

Manny had found the number, but before he could start to dial Luke slammed his
hand down on the hang up switch. "Don't do that. What if they tell our parents?"

"So? You'd be the one to get in trouble, not me."

"Nuh uh. Remember they said they at dinner that if we couldn't get along they'd
lock us in this room until we could. Do you want to miss the water park tomorrow
just because of a little mess?"

"They wouldn't really make me miss the water park just because you tried to make
a grilled cheese sandwich in my bed." Manny tried to sound confident, but even
as he said it he began to have his doubts. He'd learned that the same adults who
praised his maturity and sophistication one minute were perfectly willing to
forget those qualities and treat him like a little kid the next. And it seemed
like Jay and Claire and Phil and even his mom were kinda taking a vacation from
parenting on this trip. It wouldn't be fair for him to get in trouble for
something Luke did, but his odds of getting fair treatment while the family was
in Hawaii were looking a little long. Still, he had to do something. "Besides,
where am I going to sleep? I can't sleep in the cheese bed."

"You don't have to sleep in the cheese bed, dummy." Luke was not a canny
negotiator.

"You want to swap? Fine by me." Manny hung up the phone, relieved not to have to
risk taking his case to the parents, and happy that Luke seemed willing to do
his penance lying in the bed he had made.

"I'm not sleeping in the cheese bed."

"What are you gonna do then? Sleep on the floor?"

Luke touched the unsullied bed possessively. "No, I'm gonna sleep here."

"Then where..."

"It's a big bed. We can both fit."

Manny's first instinct was to argue. Sharing a room with a slob like Luke was
bad enough; he sure as heck didn't want to share a bed.

Or did he? Manny hated to admit it, but he really valued Luke's friendship. Luke
had been his first, and for a long time, only, real friend at the new school
after his mom married Jay, and despite their differences and frequent arguments,
had come to feel more like a brother than a step-nephew to Manny. And sharing a
bed felt like something that brothers would do.

"Fine. But you have to sleep on the side closest to the cheese bed." Despite the
unexpected appeal of Luke's offer, Manny still wanted to claim some small
victory.

"I don't care."

Manny sighed. "I guess I'll go ahead and get ready for bed."

"Cool. I'm going to see what's on TV."

"Okay, but don't start watching a movie. We've got a big day at the water park
tomorrow and we need to get our rest."

Luke rolled his eyes. "Whatever, 'Mom'."

Manny just shook his head and began sorting through the top dresser drawer for
his pajamas, then headed for the bathroom as Luke switched on the TV. He came
out about ten minutes later wearing a pair of blue silk pajamas that seemed like
they had been tailored just for a husky eleven year old. Luke had taken off his
shirt and was laying in the middle of their now shared bed, fitfully laughing at
a Japanese game show.

"Your turn."

"Just a second. This lady is about to try to walk across a bridge over a pool
of topeka while those guys throw watermelons at her."

"I think you mean tapioca. Topeka is a city in Kansas," Manny corrected.

"China, Kansas, wherever. I just wanna see her get smacked in the head with a
fruit and fall in some pudding."

Before Manny could reply, Luke got his wish and then some as a small round melon
made solid contact with the woman's temple, just as a larger one took her legs
out from under her, knocking the poor Osaka housewife into the gooey pool below.
Luke howled and Manny laughed in spite of himself as they watched a half dozen
slow motion replays of the wipeout from multiple angles.

Luke hated to waste a night of no parental supervision on a moderate bedtime,
but he was kind of tired and he didn't really want to get into another fight
with Manny. So as soon as the show cut to commercial, he swung his feet off the
bed and went to take care of his night time ablutions, shucking his dress pants
and tossing them vaguely in the direction of his luggage on the way to the
bathroom. Manny seized the opportunity to turn off the television and claim his
space on the side of the bed closest to the wall.

Manny had just gotten settled when Luke emerged from the bathroom, clad only in
a pair of red checkered boxers. He rounded the bed and climbed into his side of
the bed. As Luke shimmied his body down underneath the covers, each of them felt
a wave of heat from the other's body wash over them. There was something a
little intoxicating about it; as close as they were, this was a new kind of
intimacy. They lay on their backs grinning at one another for just a moment
before Manny said "Lights, Luke."

Luke slid up in the bed and rolled over towards the lamp, inadvertently giving
Manny a shot of his lily white plumber's crack before the room went dark. As
Luke flopped back into his spot and wriggled his way back into a comfortable
sleeping position, his bare foot brushed along Manny's pajama clad leg.

"Why do you still wear pajamas? They make you look like an old man."

Manny was reflexively defensive, but not particularly hurt. He was used to
justifying his sartorial choices to Luke. "Silk is very comfortable and, dare I
say it, quite sophisticated. I can't believe you sleep in your underwear."

"It's too hot to wear anything else. Besides, I like it when I get a boner and
it sticks through the hole in front." He lowered his voice.  "I've got one right
now."

Manny actually already knew that. He had seen his bed mate's stiffy through the
open fly of his boxers when he climbed into bed. Luke was far from modest, and
Manny had often seen him naked when they changed together, but this was the
first time he had seen his friend's erect penis. It had only been a glimpse,
just long enough for Manny to note how perfectly smooth it looked, both the
skinny, pale shaft and the slightly darker mushroom head. He was embarrassed to
have seen Luke's most private part in such a state and been planning to just
ignore it. But then Luke just blurted out that he had a boner, and now they both
knew, and suddenly there was a small pink elephant in the room.

There was a long pause before Manny responded. He and Luke had never really
talked about S-E-X before, and until this moment it had never occurred to him to
want to. There was something simultaneously mortifying and thrilling about all
this boner talk, and the sight and mention of Luke's erection had caused Manny's
own tool to start to firm up. As he reached down to give it a squeeze through
his PJs, Manny considered sharing with Luke that he was getting hard too. But
before he could begin to grapple with that terrifying thought, he was struck
with an even scarier one, something he wished he'd though of before he agreed to
bunk with another boy.

"Luke, do you get wet dreams?"

"No! I haven't peed the bed since I was eight. You're the bed wetter!" Luke sat
up in bed as he began to shout.

"Shhh! No, not pee. Don't you remember that film from health class? It said as
we get older our sperm might start coming out in our sleep. Have you ever woken
up with the sheets all wet and sticky?" Manny wasn't entirely clear on how much
sperm was supposed to come out in a wet dream, but based on the kid in the
film's frantic midnight laundering of his sheets, he assumed it was a lot.

Luke giggled and reflexively reached for his dick and squeezed the tip. "Sperm."

"It's not funny." Manny had to know. "Have you?"

"No. Have you?"

Manny breathed a sigh of relief, both because he no longer had worry about
waking up covered in the essence of Luke and because he was pleased to learn
that Luke hadn't suddenly leapfrogged him, puberty-wise. "No. I think you have
to be older to have sperm, like thirteen or fourteen."

"Nuh uh. This boy Ethan from my summer camp had sperm and he was only twelve."

"How do you know? Did he have a wet dream in the cabin?" Manny imagined he'd
die of embarrassment if that happened to him.

"No, he was in the older boys cabin. He showed me one day behind the boathouse
when we were supposed to be in arts and crafts." Again Luke's hand found his
dick, this time grasping it from underneath and allowing his fingers to tickle
his balls.

"How did he show you? Did he go to sleep back there? I didn't think you could
have a wet dream on purpose."

"You don't have to be asleep. Ethan just rubbed his dick a bunch of times and
the sperm came out. It was really gross and cool."

As his story continued, Luke quickly shucked his boxers down and began to play
with himself in earnest. Meanwhile, Manny had slipped hand under his pajamas and
now had a firm grip on is own fully hard cock. Neither boy had made the
connection with what Luke was describing and what they themselves were doing.
Manny's voice cracked a little as he asked, "What did it look like?"

"It was kind of like spit, but not as bubbly, and there was like this white
stuff floating in it. And it was really sticky."

Sticky? Manny remembered that from the video, but it sounded like Luke knew it
first hand. That means he... Manny wasn't quite ready to process those
implications yet, so he looped back. "He just rubbed it and the sperm came out?"

"Uh huh. He said it was called jacking off. It looks really weird but it feels
good."

"You did it too?"

Luke had tried jerking himself a few times in the days following Ethan's
demonstration, but the hyperactive preteen didn't have either the focus
or the sex drive to really enjoy it, and he had pretty quickly abandoned it for
other obsessions. But over the last couple months he found himself getting hard
more and more, and without even thinking about it his boyish gropes often
turned into mini stroke sessions like the one he was engaged in now.

"Sometimes I do it at night."

A light went on in Manny's head. Luke's boner. Their conversation. The shaking
bed. They had been talking softly, but now Manny actually whispered: "Are you
doing it now?"

For just a moment, Luke stopped breathing. The flush of shame at being caught
doing something embarrassing was not unfamiliar, but the way that this the time
the heat turned into a chill turned into a tingle was. This was private, but he
wanted to share it with Manny. He wanted to share it because it was private. A
grin spread across his face in the darkness. "You wanna see it?"

Without waiting for Manny's reply, Luke flung both of his arms out, using one to
throw back the bed covers and the other to swat at the controls of the night
table lamp. Somehow he coordinated both perfectly, and Manny found himself
suddenly looking at the newly uncovered Luke, boxers at his knees, hard dick
pointing straight up. Luke arched his back and twisted his body towards Manny,
eager to show off. "See, I told you I had a boner."

Manny just stared. Catching a glimpse of Luke's erect penis peeking out from
his boxers was one thing, but now here it was out in the open. He could see
everything. Luke's prick was just shy of four inches and skinny. His balls were
still robin's egg small, but had started to drop a bit in the past couple
months and Manny could just make out both in his sack. He was completely
hairless, not that it occurred to Manny to think he might be otherwise.

"I thought you were going to show how you rub it." Manny was surprised at his
own words. He knew he should tell Luke to pull up his pants and go to sleep. He
wanted to. But this whole situation had come up so fast, and he was so...
something. He wasn't ready for it to end.

Luke took his dick back into hand and began to pump. Manny watched as the head,
redder now, alternately retreated into and peeked out of Luke's fist. Forgetting
he was putting on a show, Luke lost himself in the sensations, sinking back into
the bed and closing his eyes. A series of images flashed through his
consciousness: Ethan's hard cock, coated in his ejaculation. The topless girl he
had seen on his dad's computer, her boobs so big and round. Manny bending over
in his swimsuit, the cleft in his round rear accentuated by the tight fabric.
His own dick, smeared with cum as if had rubbed it against Ethan's the way the
older boy had wanted.

It was the most intense feeling Luke had ever experienced. But he was an
inexperienced masturbator with a short attention span, and after a few minutes
he began to tire of looking for the path over the cliff he didn't know was
there. So he opened his eyes and looked over at Manny. He saw his bed mate's
hand in his pajama's obviously clutching his own erection. Manny met Luke's
gaze, blushing suddenly as he realized that Luke had seen where his hand was.

"Take yours out," Luke said. "We can do it together."

"Luke, I can't... we should stop." It was almost a plea.

"Come on. I feels soooo good." Manny believed him. The pleasure that had been on
Luke's face while he stroked himself was unmistakable. "Besides, you saw mine. I
should get to see yours."

Under normal circumstances Manny would not have fallen for a schoolyard debate
maneuver like the retroactive unilateral trade proposal. But in a bed in a hotel
room next to a naked Luke, it seemed like he had a point. And Jay and his mom
were always telling him he should be more open to trying things that other kids
like. Was this something like that? Maybe it was. Maybe he should.

Maybe it will feel as good as he says.

A deep breath. "Okay."

Manny unfastened the snap of his pajama bottoms, then slowly pushed them down
his legs and kicked them off, feeling a pang of guilt for not folding them up
right away. He lay back on the bed and grabbed the waistband of his briefs with
both hands, screwed his courage to the sticking place, and pushed them down as
well.

Luke had never seen Manny naked, not even when he was soft. He was was
uncircumcised, though his foreskin was loose and in his current state Luke did
not notice the difference. Manny's cock was thicker than Luke's but about the
same length. His balls were bigger too, though his sack was still round and
smooth and hugged them tightly. Luke was pleasantly surprised that Manny was as
bare as he was down there; he knew about pubes from Ethan and some stereotype in
the back of his mind had made him wonder if the Colombian boy might be naturally
hairy.

"You've got a nice dick, Manny. It's pretty fat."

Manny cringed automatically at the f-word before realizing that Luke meant it
as a compliment. "Thanks. Yours is good too."

"Are you gonna rub it?"

Manny took himself in hand and gave a couple of clumsy, tentative strokes. "Is
this how you do it?"

"Yeah, but do it faster." Luke lay back down beside Manny and resumed his own
jerking. "It feels really good, doesn't it?"

Manny didn't answer. At first it didn't really feel that great. Nice, sure, but
not really any better than when he was just holding it. But then he started to
get the hang of it and gradually let himself be overcome by the pleasure.

They jerked silently beside each other for a few minutes until Luke became
frustrated at craning his neck to watch Manny and decided he wanted a new
vantage point. He sat up and rolled over until he was standing on his knees,
then decided to go a step further and threw his leg over Manny's, straddling
them. The sudden renegotiation of personal space startled Manny, though not
enough to make him stop masturbating. "What are you doing?"

"We can see each other better this way."

Manny nodded and continued jacking. He hadn't been as interested in looking at
Luke as Luke had him, but this new view of his friend's anatomy was still
momentarily exciting. Seeing Luke's small fingers curling underneath his skinny
shaft, Manny thought about how natural it looked. Their penises fit in their
hands perfectly. It was like it was what they were made for.

Luke's thoughts were not as deep. The image of that woman from the computer was
still bouncing around in his head. While Manny didn't have boobs, Luke knew from
the few times he had seen him shirtless that there was a bit of a swell to his
chest and that his nipples were bigger than average for an eleven year old boy.

"Hey, Manny. Take off your shirt. Like me."

It was not a request that Manny would normally have complied with, but this
situation was pretty far from normal. In a horny fog, he fumbled with the
buttons and shrugged himself out of the pajama top as quickly as he could, his
jacking hand leaving his cock only for the few seconds it took to pull out of
the sleeve.

Luke had no idea why, but the sight of Manny's bare chest thrilled him. He
reached out with his free hand to touch it, both boys gasping as the tentative
caress brushed across Manny's prominent brown nipples. The one on the right
received only a brief tweak, but on the left Luke decisively took the nubbin
between his thumb and index finger. As he began to rub it, he realized he wanted
to touch another part of Manny's anatomy as well.

"Let me feel your dick."

He wasn't really seeking permission and didn't wait for it. By the time Manny
had processed what he wanted, his penis was already in Luke's hand. Both of Luke
hands were occupied exploring his friend's erogenous zones, but his own boyhood
was not neglected for long as Manny did the only fair thing and reached up and
wrapped his fingers around it.

The boys just held each other at first, adding tactile sensations to their
growing catalog of knowledge about each other's sex organs. Luke's was marble
hard and smooth. Manny's had a little more give and little more texture. As
Luke began to slide his hand along Manny's shaft, he was surprised to find he
didn't have to loosen his grip like he did with himself, as Manny's skin moved
along with his hand. Meanwhile, Manny was coming to the opposite realization,
evoking a few winces by initially applying too much friction to the Luke's
unlubricated cock. The two tweens had yet to commit their own masturbatory
habits to muscle memory, however, so neither had much trouble adapting to the
other's body.

The boys jacked each other steadily for the next several minutes. Occasionally
one or the other of them would get lost in his own sensations for a moment and
break the rhythm until prompted with a desperate "Don't..." or "Come on".
Gradually though, Luke, still on his knees hunched over Manny, began to sink
down to where he was almost laying on top of the bigger boy. When the space
between them was such that they barely had room to move their hands, Luke let go
of Manny's dick and closed the last few inches of distance with a thrust of his
hips. Manny was surprised, but had the presence of mind to release Luke and jerk
his hand away at the last minute, so the two hard cocks were pressed tightly
together between he bodies of their preteen masters.

Despite the sudden change from wanking to humping, the boys hardly missed a
beat, each pressing on desperately towards the orgasm their animal brains knew
they needed. Luke, still obsessed with Manny's chest, craned his neck down to
flick his tongue against the already overstimulated nipple while ever more
frantically sawing his cock across Manny's. The angle was not quite as ideal for
Manny, and pushing his hips up to meet Luke's pushing down didn't quite generate
the pressure he needed. Unable to verbalize what he wanted, he grabbed Luke's
ass and used it to steer the stimulation to just the right spot. The globes of
Luke's tight eleven year old ass filled Manny's hands, and as he adjusted his
grip one finger curled into the cleft between them and pressed against but did
not quite penetrate Luke's tight asshole.

The anal stimulation push Luke over the edge. He came, for the first time, hard.
His ragged breathing turned into piping little cries of pleasure and his little
nips and licks at Manny's chest turned into sloppy kisses as his whole body
literally shook with a feeling like none he had ever experienced. The vibrations
set Manny off and he too had his first orgasm, clutching Luke's ass even more
tightly and involuntarily pressing his lips against his neck, doing anything he
could to seal the connection with the boy who was, in that instant, his lover.

As the sounds of their sex faded, the room grew very quiet. Manny was worried
that Luke had fallen asleep on top of him. The connection he had felt a moment
ago had faded, and Manny really didn't want to spend a night underneath a naked
boy. "Luke?"

Luke had not been asleep, just basking in the afterglow of what he had just
experienced. He wanted to do that a lot! He propped himself up on his arms and
said so. "That was awesome! We should do it again."

Embarrassed and ashamed, Manny had already promised himself he was never going
to do that again. Yet he couldn't bring himself to declare that intention
aloud. "Maybe. Later. Can you get off of me now?"

Luke rolled off Manny onto his side of the bed. He looked down as his dick. It
was still pretty hard, but when he touched it now there was none of the earlier
pleasure. He also noticed something else. "Hey, I don't think I made any of
that sperm stuff. Did you?"

Manny checked himself out. His cock, though still somewhat plump, had softened
more than Luke's, and he had to skin back his foreskin, somewhat uncomfortably,
to complete the investigation. "No. Like I said, I don't think we're old
enough." He reached down to pull up his briefs. "I'm tired. We really should go
to sleep now."

Luke was pretty sleepy himself. Without bothering to retrieve his boxers he
turned off the lamp. As he slid back into place and rested his head against his
pillow, he gave his dick one last pull before closing his eyes. "Goodnight
Manny."

"Goodnight Luke."