"Mike and Rick" - A true Story                         by Coltsfoot
                                                          (Robbie)

   It was 2:30 in the morning, and I had been out dancing at a gay club
in West Hollywood with some of my friends. After the club closed, we went
to this all night restaurant on Santa Monica Boulevard, which is the
infamous gay strip in Los Angeles.
When we sat down at our table, I looked around and behind us were these 3
kids. The one, Mike, was 18, with dirty brown sort of medium long hair,
and not too punked out. The 15 year old's name was Rick, and he had short
black hair, that was spiked a
little, but mostly just messed up. He had on a tight white T-shirt, with
an open blue jacket and black jeans, and around his neck there was a
thick chain, that was fastened in the center by a giant safety pin.
However, he didn't look scary or anything... he was adorable with big brown
puppy dog eyes and a totally smooth
baby face. Also, he was smoking these "clove cigarettes" which I had
never seen before, but they smelled like cloves, and they must burn a
hole in your throat. Finally, there was
a girl with them, who was about 17, and I'll spare you her description!
They all had sort of glazed look in their eyes like they had been
partying before they got to the restaurant.

   While I was waiting for my sandwich, the older guy tapped me in the
shoulder and started asking me about how I liked it in LA. (How he knew
I wasn't from California is beyond me, but I was too buzzed from beer to
ask.  So I started talking to them,
and before I was finished, I got invited back to Mike's car, where he
had a six of beer waiting. Mike and the girl sat up front, and I sat in
the back with Rick (much to my delight). Beers got passed around to
everyone, and then we started driving towards the girl's house, because she
was supposed to have been home by
1:00am.  Thank god for strict parents! Rick sat close to me in the back
seat, with his leg rubbing against mine. We dropped the girl off at her
house which was somewhere up in the
Hollywood Hills.

   With her out of the way, my two young companions loosened up a lot. We
drove around a little, and then Mike parked the car on the side of a
quiet back road on the side of a hill, "so that we could finish the
beers." As soon as we were stopped, Rick sat up on one knee and started
rubbing his hand up his leg towards his
crotch. Mike was watching him closely from the front seat. As soon as it
got there, he started rubbing his dick through his pants, and in the dim
light I could see the fabric beginning to stretch. He was staring me
straight in the eye. In the mean
time, I felt Mike's hand making its way across my legs and toward my now
straining cock! I suddenly got the feeling that this was not the first
time these boys had played this little game...

   I replaced Rick's hand with my own, and in a minute I had his pants
open, and his rock hard dick out in the air. It stuck straight up in the
air and rested against his tight t-shirt -- about 4 1/2 inches in all,
cut, and shaped perfectly. He had dark brown pubes above the base of his
dick, but no hair on his stomach,
balls, or legs. I lower my head down, and took the prize shaft between my
lips. He let out a sigh as I swallowed the whole thing into my hot mouth.
He slid further down in the seat so I could have better access. Then, he
put his hands on his hips and
pulled his jeans down to the center of his thighs, exposing his tight
balls, and his white ass to the car seat. I quickly slip my hands under
his ass, and each of his buns with
my hands. Rick loves this, and just closed his eyes, and let his head
fall back against the seat. His mouth was half open, and I could hear his
heavy breathing as I worked on his jerking dick.

    Mike had undone my pants by now, and by lowering the front seat a
little, was able to get his mouth in position to take my waiting meat. He
opened wide, and took the head in his mouth. His mouth was barely big
enough to take much of my overgrown
dick in, so he concentrated on the head, and grabbed the shaft with both
his hands. He started to jerk it up and down wildly, while sucking and
slurping on the head. I wasn't going to last very long like that! Rick
was getting closer now, and he started to grind his hips, and push his
cock up into my face. I still had a
tight hold on his ass, and I was bucking right along with him.

    Mike paused long enough to open his own pants, and let his straining
prick free. He started to jerk himself off with his one hand, while he
held onto my prick for dear life with the other. My dick was starting to
swell, and I could hear him choking slightly as he tried to take it deeper
into his mouth. Then, Rick
started gasping, and he shoved his hips straight out, pushing his dick to
the back of my throat. He started to cum, and he shot his hot juice
against the roof of my mouth. I didn't swallow it right away, but let it
roll around on my tongue savoring the
delicacy of teenage boy sperm! Much better than caviar!!

    As soon as I felt the heat of his cum in my mouth, I couldn't hold
back my own load. I arced my back as best I could, and let go with a
gusher of cum.  It felt like ecstasy as his young mouth sucked on my
exploding dick. Poor Mike wasn't expecting
that much cum, and he let choked a little and let it escape his mouth
onto my stomach. He got the second and third spurts, though, and when I
finally stopped shooting, he hungrily licked my stomach and balls clean.

   I gave Rick a kiss on the cheek, and the swung around and lower the
front seat the rest of the way. I rolled Mike on his back and yanked his
pants down to his knees. His dick was about 6 inches long, and it was
surrounded by light brown pubes. He
was so hard he was spasming, and I could see he was ready to cum at any
time.  I took his dick deep in to my mouth, and in 20 seconds he filled
it with my second desert of the night. He grabbed my head by the hair
and pushed me all the way down into his lap as he came.

   After that, we got our clothes back together, and Mike and I drank the
last two beers. Rick was smoking one of his clove cigarette, and the
three of us were just making small-talk, as we sat there enjoying the
post orgasmic euphoria. The sun was already starting to come up when they
drove me back to my car. I kissed
them both good-bye, and they drove off into the morning...