Date: Sun, 22 Jul 2012 21:21:24 -0700 (PDT)
From: Philip Hogan <pfh2760@yahoo.com.au>
Subject: Sleep-over with Mike.

This is my second submission.  The story stands alone and is in
cronological order from "Seduction by Steven". I will post "Seduction by
Monty" soon. These are just further memory from long ago as I celebrate my
seventieth birthday.  The story is true, the names, the places, everything.

I would welcome comments to pfh2760@yahoo.com.au.

The years since I was seduced by Steve passed more or less without great
moment, other than a torrid few days with Michael from school.

An uncle had died, and Mum, Dad and three of my brothers went to the
funeral in Brisbane in Dad's car, and my oldest brother and a sister went
in his MG sports.  There wasn't enough room for me, so I had to stay at
home.  I was to turn 15 in two weeks time, so Mum and Dad said I could stay
at home, and could invite a friend to stay with me, but no parties and no
girls.

Michael was in the same class as me at my new school, at Darlinghurst. He
was a good friend and we shared many good times, but up to this time there
was nothing sexual, other than the dirty joke or ogling the girls from
SCEGGS and Crown Street Girls High at the tram stop at Taylor Square as we
waited to go home from school.

He lived at Maroubra Beach in Duncan Street and we often met up.  I used to
leave my bike at his place and we would go to the beach together.  Mum and
Dad had met him several times, at the beach and at Mass.

He rode his bike over to my place, and got there a bit after 10.00.  I had
had breakfast and spent the morning tidying up the house, and putting fresh
linen on Charlie's bed which was in the room we shared.  At this stage I
was planning nothing sexual.  The only thing I wanted to do was to drink a
bottle of beer, and show him how I could hold it as I had with Steven (See
Seduced by Steven).

It was the sort of Spring day that Sydney could be proud of, so we went
into the sun room at the front of the house, and I sat on the lounge under
the window, and Mike sat on the floor close by.

"Let's work on our tan" I said as I stood up and took off my shirt and
shorts, leaving me in my jockey shorts.  Mike, who was naturally olive
skinned grinned and said "You have a long way to catch up" as he also took
off his shirt and shorts.  I sat back down on the sofa, and Mike resumed
his place on the floor, but this time he was stretched out on his back
right in front of me, hands behind his head and legs slightly apart,
smiling his beautiful smile and his package bulging in his jockeys.  I
started to get aroused.

We had some small talk about this and that, and I started to run my foot
and toes over his chest and circled his nipples.  He just looked at me and
smiled his stunning smile, showing his perfect teeth and dimples.
Emboldened, I continued to work over his body with my foot, round and round
his navel, and then ever closer to his pubics.  He was getting aroused, and
his erection was pressing against his jockeys, and my very hard cock was
also straining to be released.

Then, looking each other in the eyes, I lightly brushed his cock with my
foot, and he reached out his hand and gently rubbed my leg.  He closed his
eyes, let out a big sigh, stretched his legs and raised his bum off the
floor.  "Let's get more comfortable" was his idea as he slowly stood up,
and facing me he eased his jockey shorts to the floor and stepped out of
them.  His six inches of thin cock was right in front of my chest, as I
also stood and released my straining cock from the cotton confines of the
jockeys.

He reached out with both arms to embrace me, and we hugged, chest to chest,
cock to cock and legs to legs.  He nibbled on my ear; my knees went weak,
my legs buckled and we both fell back onto the couch in each others' arms
with our very hard cocks against our bellies.  Mike was on top.

We explored each other over and over with our hands wandering this way and
that, feeling arms, legs, face, chest, back, bum, cocks, balls, and
anywhere else.

"Would you like a massage?" Mike said.  " I have been getting and giving a
massage for a while.  My cousin who lives at Kingsford taught me.  I like
it and I'll show you how.  You'll like it too!  You got any baby oil?"

"Yes, I think so" I said as I broke away from him and stood up to go to the
cabinet in the bathroom, and came back with a half full bottle of Johnsons
Baby Oil and a still very erect and rigid cock.

"Let's go into the bedroom.  Get some towels to set on the bed so we don't
get oil on the sheets or blankets."

Back to the bathroom, got two towels and when I gave them to him he asked
for "A bowel of warm water and a face washer too".  To the kitchen I went
for a bowel, some hot water, back to the bathroom for the face washer and
then to the bedroom.

He placed the bottle in the water, and had me lie face down on the towels,
and my arms by my side.  He put a pillow under my chest "This will make it
more comfortable, and make it easier for you to breath.  Now, for the fun
part."

Mike sat on the small of my back, and dribbled the now warm oil down my
spine, then across my left shoulder, the nape of my neck, to the right
shoulder, down my right arm to my hand, then the other arm down to my hand.
He put the oil down on the bed next to my head, which was turned to the
right.

He leaned forward and with both hands massaged my ear lobes, shoulders and
neck, working back and forth again and again, kneading the soft tissue of
my upper body with his hands.  I could easily believe that he had done this
before and that he really knew what he was doing.  Then I realised that I
could feel his balls on my back as he leaned forward with each stroke, and
I let out a low growl and a loud sigh as I relished to his ministrations.

He left my upper torso, then concentrating on each arm as he stroked and
rubbed the tissue down to my hand, and massaged and stretched each finger
in turn. I had not realised how erotic my hands could be to another's
touch.  I was in heaven, being serviced by an angel.

Mike eased himself down and was sitting now on my ankles. He took the
warmed oil and poured a steady stream starting at the small of my back,
straight down over my arse crack, slowing momentarily near my anus, then
down each leg to return and oil each buttock in turn.  He then adjusted his
position and widened my legs apart a bit more, and poured oil onto the back
of my balls.  I moaned in ecstasy.

Then with just his finger tips, he slowly described circles on my buns,
round one way and ending on my inner thigh and just brushing my balls; then
the other way and finishing in the same way. The pressure increased until
he was kneading my ass cheeks and he said "Phil you have a really lovely
ass". Now as he rubbed on one cheek in an upward direction, he made the
down-stroke through me crack, and increasing the pressure as he passed over
my anus and finishing by softly brushing his fingers over the back of my
scrotum

"You keep that up Mike and I will cum right here and now!"

"If you want to cum, that's fine, just go with the flow. I will get you
hard again really quickly."

Two more strokes, and that is just what I did.  I exploded with one of my
more powerful cums of around five squirts between my stomach and the towel.
It soon got uncomfortable, and Mike eased me up by steadying my elbow, and
he took the towel and doubled it over and replaced it under me, took the
wet face washer and wiped the cum mess clean with the warm wetness.

He settled himself now again sitting on the small of my back, but facing my
feet.  Starting with my ass cheek he stretched down my right leg, rubbing
strongly, and eased up on the return stroke which finished again by lightly
brushing my balls.  This was done a few times, then it was the other leg's
turn, always finishing with my balls.  Again, I could feel his balls on my
back. He was right.  I was hard as a rock again.

It was turn-over time.

Mike folded the face washer and placed it over my brow, covering my eyes.
"This will keep you guessing!"

How right he was.

After he dribbled oil over my chest and arms, he started by rubbing both
ear lobes at the same time between his thumb and fore finger, whilst
sitting on my hips with my very hard 5 and a half inch cock hard against
his bum.  That done, he moved to my neck and upper chest, then down my arm
and hand as before, then the other arm and hand.

Back to my upper chest and he lightly brushed my nipples, going in small
light circles clockwise then the other way.  Then he gave my nipples the
same treatment as he had my ear lobes.  Never had I dreamt that my nipples
could be so sensitive to touch with a direct electric connection to the
base of my cock.  I gave out a long moan, and I surprised myself by asking
"Would you please kiss me Mike?"  He didn't answer but I could sense him
moving, and then felt his body lying on top of me, our cocks together and
his lips met mine oh so softly.  I lost all control and my hips bucked and
I came again and again and again.

Mike straightened his legs, and he placed his cock between my legs and I
could feel his hard cock with my thighs and my scrotum.  He started slowly
and built up passion as he thrust and thrust between my legs, and as he
straightened again, his body went stiff and he cried out "Phil, I am
cumming ohhhhh." He bucked and bucked as his cock spewed cum between my
legs.  He collapsed on top of me, his chest heaving and his breath coming
in grunts.

When we had both rested for a little while, he took the face washer, rinsed
it in the cooler (but not yet cold) water and proceeded to wipe up all the
cum that was on our bodies.  With that, we both drifted off to sleep facing
each other.

We both woke at about the same time.  It slowly dawned on me that I had had
my first massage and wanted more, and that I had had my first passionate
kiss, ever.  And I wanted more of that too.

We decide to have a shower and go to the shopping centre at Kingsford, have
a look around and do some more stuff that night after we had gotten home
and had dinner.  The shower was a gentle experience with each of us softly
rubbing our hands all over each other, and though we hadn't planned it, we
came together under the warm water.

After we got dressed, we walked to the end of the street to the bus stop on
Bunnerong Road on the corner with Wentworth Avenue, and were lucky to catch
a bus almost immediately.

On the way to Kingsford I told Mike about my experience with Steven at
Maroubra beach when I was 12, and how much I had enjoyed it, but was too
scared to try and do it again.  Mike then told me how he was seduced by his
older cousin after his 13th birthday party, when his cousin drove him home
after the family picnic party.

On the way, Greg (his cousin, who was 19) was driving his Holden with a
bench front seat. He put his hand on Mike's upper thigh and started to rub
it until Mike got an erection, and Greg said to him that he had one too,
and would he like to see it.  The two of them drove into an empty paddock
next to a factory in Botany and they both pulled their pants down and Greg
masturbated Mike. He had Mike suck his cock, but he pulled out of his mouth
before he came.

The seduction proceeded from there. They met several time a month on the
pretext of going to a movie, or having cricket or basketball training.
Greg brought a massage table and taught Mike how to give an erotic massage,
and so by the time we got together at my place, he was a well and truly
experienced masseur.  Mike told me that once Greg had used the massage oil
to lubricate his bum hole, and had put his fingers in, followed by his
cock.  Mike said that it hurt "one heck of a lot" and pleaded with Greg to
take it out and not to try it again.

We got back home a little after 5.00pm, and I put the casserole that Mum
had put in the fridge, and heated it on the stove. I was planning to open a
bottle beer and had hidden one of Dad's bottles a few days before, but had
forgotten all about it in the excitement of all my new experiences.

We had a few hands of poker and 500, then I told Mike I was getting horny
again.  He smiled and said "So am I.  Let's do something about it".

We went to the bedroom and undressed each other, starting with shoes and
socks, then shirts, shorts and finally our jockey shorts.  Our cocks were
standing straight out and we embraced like we had that morning with our
hand exploring everywhere. We lay on the bed and continued our embrace.

"Mike, please kiss me again, please?" I pleaded and mike held the back of
my head and ever so softly brought his lips to mine.  With his tongue he
probed my lips until I got the message and parted them as his moist lips
massaged my lips.  His tongue probed further and I let it have access to my
mouth.  Mike paused and said "I will make you a decent kisser yet, Phil
baby!"

I then had the brilliant idea to move to the parent's double bed to
continue with our activities.  We did, and I removed the quilt and folded
the sheets and blanket back, but did not take notice of how mum had made
the bed that morning.  Big mistake!!

We continued our passion and we both had several orgasms, and I learnt how
to take a load of cum and swallow it.  I enjoyed immensely practising of
the art of kissing.

We were sated when Mike suggested we go back to our own beds to sleep, and
he followed me back to my bedroom where he took Charlie's bed, I to mine
and we were asleep before we knew anything more.

Morning came and we arose pretty late.  It was a tad after 10.00.  We
cooked some bacon and eggs and stayed naked until lunch time when Mike said
he had better be going back home as he had chores to do.  We made
arrangements to meet at the movies that night.

I rode my bike to Maroubra Junction, and chained the bike to a tree, met up
with Mike, and we shared a few knowing grins at each other and had an
uneventful time.  He went his way home, and I mine.

On the way I was remembering the experiences of the day, the massage, the
kiss, our embrace, my taking a load of cum and swallowing it and realised I
was approaching my house.

I was somewhat surprised to see the MG in the driveway.  I was not
expecting them until much later.  Then it slowly dawned on me that I had
not made the double bed, nor cleaned up my own bed room after the previous
day of passion.

I went inside, and my sister said to me "I hope you had a good time Phil.
You had better get in there and tidy the old's bedroom though.  I thought
Mum said no party or girls! You are safe I won't tell them".

"Shit, how do I make this bloody bed?" I wondered as I went about trying to
tidy things up.  When I thought I had it done, Leonie said that the others
were only a few hours behind, as they had decided to leave straight after
the funeral so they would not have to pay for another night's accommodation
at a motel.

As I drifted off to sleep, with the memories of passion and sex uppermost
in my mind, I had no idea of the strife that was about to descend on me.
When the others got home, and went to bed, Mum noticed straight away the
bed had been disturbed, and woke me.  "And just what were you doing in my
bed and with whom?"

Shit, think fast.

"I was in your bed mum, by myself.  I found that Mike snored and farted too
much so that I could get a good sleep, I went to your room."

"And, prey tell, what are the pubic hairs doing there.  Were you not
wearing pyjamas?  And what is that stain in the sheets?  I will ask you
again, what and with whome were you up to?  I thought I told you no parties
and no girls.

"If you had girls over, I hope you were using protection as the last thing
I could deal with would be you getting some girl pregnant.  Was it Margaret
and her sister over?"

"No mum, honest, there were no girls, and I was in our bed by myself. Yes I
was nude, and I must have had a wet dream during the night" Mum was having
none of it.

"I don't believe you for a minute.  If you did not have girls over, I know
full well that boys can get up to things with each other, and I would hope
that none of my boys would do anything like that.  I will talk it over with
your father and your older brothers.

"No beach or outings for four weeks sonny boy, and consider yourself very
lucky"

Lucky?  That was only half of it!

To this day, I suspect that my parents realised that I shared their bed
with Mike, and I am grateful that they did not make a bigger scene out of
it.  I guess that I was also lucky that I was bi-sexual, and would bring
Margaret or other girls home and have dates with them throwing them off the
idea that I was only into boys.  Charlie, my next older brother also knew
that I liked seeing men naked from my getting erections at the change sheds
at Maroubra.

Mike, thank you for a wonderful, wonderful few days.  I will always
remember your gentle caresses, your massage, and your teaching me to kiss,
which has kept me in good standing as I got a reputation for being a very
good kisser! With girls as well as with my later boy friends.