Date: Sun, 14 Sep 2008 15:45:21 -0400
From: m yonge <myonge@hotmail.com>
Subject: Mikie and Friends Chapter 3

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From Chapter 2: ... Brad and Stan pull themselves out of us and got dressed
and left, but not before we were told that this was not the last payment.

We lay where we were for a while after they left.... Stevie groaned a
bit. "You ok Stevie?"

"Don't call me Stevie any more Mike.... that's a little boy's name"

Chapter 3

A couple weeks after Brad and Stan had found Steve and me goin at it.  I
was at home one afternoon alone.  Brad had gone to Soccer practice, Steve
was at home sick in bed with the flu.  I was just hangin' out bored
watching TV when a knock came at the door.  I opened it to find Stan
standing there.  He smiled kinda nervously at me, I thought.  I said "Hi
Stan... Brad is at soccer, practice.  Shouldn't you be there?"

He looked at me and said quietly "I'm not looking for Brad, Mike.  I came
to see you" he paused "I was hoping for another payment, except that I was
hoping it wouldn't be seen as a payment, I just was wondering... well... I
was kinda hopin' you and I could, like, make out again"

I just stared at him holding the door open, I didn't know what to say.  He
walked in.

I closed the door behind him and was in his arms, our mouths together our
tongues dancing a fervent dance of lust and desire for each other.  We
practically ran upstairs to my room. This time to be sure I put a chair
against the doorknob so no-one could come in and surprise us.  I turned
around to see that Stan was already undressed his beautiful cock rigid and
standing out.

"Mike" he said "Ever since that time a couple weeks ago I have been
thinking about you and wanting to come back, but not with Brad. I don't
think he would understand.  He just wanted to fuck you guys. I think I want
to have you for you. Every time I think of it and you I get all horny."  He
actually looked down away from me and blushed as he said that.  "I don't
get anything like this with girls. I just want you"

"I'm glad you came by Stan." with that he came over to me and undressed me
kissing my face and chest and neck as he did.  I just closed my eyes
enjoying and savouring ever moment.  Then taking me in his arms, he lifted
me up and carried me to the bed.  He lay me down and gently started to kiss
my body caressing it with his hands.  My cock by know what swollen hard as
rock and standing up like a flagpole. He slowly worked his way down from my
chest to my belly, all the while telling me how much he loved my body and
the way I smelled and the feel of my body and how much he wanted me. I was
holding his head guiding him along, letting my fingers wander through his
hair.  I was in pure ecstasy.

When his mouth touched the head of my cock I sucked in my breath sharply.
He nibbled and sucked lightly on the tip drinking of the precum that was
oozing out freely.  Then suddenly he slid his mouth rapidly down my
shaft. I almost came right there and then.

I groaned in ecstasy "OHHhnnnn Stan!  Ohnnnn yeah man. This is so fuckin
nice man"

He stopped briefly looking up and me and saying softly "I want to drink you
right down Mike" then he started again sucking hard on my cock bringing me
to orgasmic spasms of extreme sexual pleasure, my cum filling his mouth.  I
could hear him gulping it down.  He continued to suck on me, making me
almost shriek with pleasure.  Then when he had emptied me completely he
looked up and asked almost pleadingly.

"Mike I would really like to fuck you... but I want you to want it too.
May I?  I want to feel my cock in your hot ass man so much.  I had a wet
dream last night about fuckin you"

I pulled him up to me and kissed him full on the mouth... tasting my cum
that was still on his tongue. "I want you too Stan, fuck I want you in my
ass like the last time man."

I moved down first to lubricate his beautiful rod with my mouth.... He was
groaning with delight as I moved quickly up and down his rod covering it
with my spit.  Then I knelt on the floor as I had the first time.

Stan came up behind me but this time instead of forcing his way in I felt
him first licking at my ass his tongue probing and laying down his own spit
on my asshole.  Then he gently slid his raging cock into me.  He leaned
right over me gently moving in and out whispering softly how he loved to be
in me and how he loved me.  It felt so good.

"OHHHhhhnnnn Stan" I gasped "Ohnnnn man I want you to fill me with your
love man!  Give me all of your cock!  Ohnnn fuck deeper!"  I was now moving
in rhythm with him and we were both moaning out our pleasure.  Then as he
approached orgasm he started to pump harder and harder groaning loudly.
"AAaaarrrgghhhh OHHHH MAN THIS IS SO RIGHT!!!!"  My bowels became hot with
his cum.  He collapsed on my back, I collapsed under him.  We lay there
panting still coupled his warm cock softened but still buried in me.

He pulled himself out and we turned toward each other and in each other's
arms lay there for several minutes ... my head nestled into his shoulder.

"This was so nice Stan" I murmured. "We have to do this again"

"Mmmmmm" He whispered "I have to go."  He got up and dressed, then turning
to me with a kiss said "I meant everything I said today Mike. I love you
and I want us to be able to get together and to be together"

He removed the chair from the door and was gone. In a dream I went to the
washroom and took a shower, thinking of my Stan.