Date: Sun, 6 Mar 2005 10:52:14 +0000 (GMT)
From: roy p...... <sunbeamtb@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Wanker parts 3 and 4

Parts 3 and 4 of Mike's new friendship story, a friendship that
teaches him a lot about himself. If you like it, please tell me,
it makes it all worth while.


                                3

Mike stood up, still holding the dog's lead, and offered the boy
a hand to help him up. His jeans and denim jacket were caked in
wet mud down the back. "What am I going to tell my mum?" he said.
"The dog ran away, and you fell over chasing it."
"Yes!"
"Then a dashing young paperboy came and caught the dog, and you
fell in love with him!"
"You're making fun of me now."
"Isn't it true then?"
"Yes."
"So you are in love with me?"
"Yes."
They looked at each other. There wasn't anything else to say.
Except  Mike's "We gonna do it then?"
The boy grinned. A huge, warm, cheesy grin. "Yeah!"

They stayed behind the bush, the boy tied the dog lead to a small
sapling, and stood beside Mike.
Mike pushed his tracksuit bottoms and boxers down and said "Do me
first!"
"Yeah!" grinned the boy.
Mike felt those soft cool fingers wrap round it and sighed.
Beautiful.
To and fro the hand went, every movement a sensation in itself.
He watched the hand sliding his skin, saw the movements, felt the
pleasure. Soft, cool, beautiful. He looked at the boy's face,
studied it, appreciated it. Beautiful.
The pressure built, the moment came. Warm ecstasy. The boy cooed
as it came, spurted onto the leaves. He caught the last one in
his hand, and lifted it to his face, smelled it, licked some of
it off. "Mmmm!" he said.
He lifted his hand to Mike, who wrinkled his nose at it. He shook
the hand up to Mike's mouth, Mike touched it with his tongue and
shook his head. The hand shook again, and Mike swiped it all up
with his tongue.
"Now me!" the boy said, dropping his opened jeans and pants to
his knees. Mike leant forward and started, but was uncomfortable.
He dropped to his knees, face level with the boy's cock, his hand
working it, sliding the skin to and fro. The boy turned slightly,
brought it closer.
Mike shuddered at the idea, - revolting, filthy, queer, but he
leant forward and touched it with his tongue. Sweet. Beautiful.
He licked it, and the boy shuddered. He licked it again, not just
up this time, but around, circled it with his tongue, touched it
with his lips. He looked up. The boy's eyes were shut, his arms
and body taught. He kept watching as he slipped it into his
mouth, past his lips, his tongue running the underside, feeling
the heartbeat in that thick vein underneath. The boy gasped and
stopped breathing.
The jet of hot sticky sweet and sour filled Mike's mouth, and
slid down his throat. The boy was on tiptoes, quivering, shaking.
More jets of hot, sweet, salty liquid. Mike licked the fully
exposed head in his mouth, and the boy jumped, screaming at the
top of his voice "AIEEEEEEEE!" Mike licked again, the boy quietly
whimpered "nooooo." Three more times Mike licked, three more
times the boy gasped, almost silently, "nooooo." Every time a
little more spat into Mike's mouth.
Then it was gone, pulled from him, his mouth was empty, apart
from the taste. Beautiful.
The boy looked down at him, and smiled. A smile so large and
beautiful, it surpassed the sun for warmth.

Mike stood, pulled up his clothes. The boy fastened his jeans.
"What's your name?"
"Dave. Yours?" "Mike."
"Tomorrow, Mike."
"No."
"Oh?"
"This afternoon, at half-four. I do the evening round as well."
"Oh!"
"An' tell your mum, you're stayin' at a friend's."
"Right!"
"See yer then!"
"See yer!"
Mike ran for the papersack, and ran off to finish his round.
'Maybe I am queer.'
Mike
thought.
'told you so! His brain replied.
"We'll see tonight!" he said, as he pushed a copy of 'The Star'
through the letterbox of number 43.


                                4
Mike would do his evening paper round before going home from
school, he found it preferable as, once home, he didn't want to
go out again, especially on a bad day.
Still in his school uniform, looking a bit scruffy (there had
been a bit of a fight at lunchtime, a matter of honour over a bit
of name-calling aimed at him), he collected his papersack and
left the shop. "Hello!"
Mike spun round. The boy, Dave, was standing at the roadside.
"Oh, Hi!" Mike hadn't exactly forgotten him, he just wasn't
thinking about him at that moment. He'd thought about him a few
times during his day at school, not deliberately, but the memory,
the image of them together, had occurred during boring moments,
of which there were always a few for Mike at school.
He'd got hard remembering, really hard, and had taken three
sessions in the toilets during breaks to relieve his situation.
Dave was wearing his jeans and denim jacket again, his mum must
have sponged the mud off during the day, and he had a rucksack
slung over one shoulder.
"Your mum believed the chasing the dog story, then?"
"Yeah. She had a bit of a go at me about losing the fuckin'
thing, but was happy I'd caught it again." They walked on, Dave
helping Mike with the papers, taking alternative houses each.

As they crossed the park, Dave pulled Mike by his sleeve behind
the bushes.
"Not now, there's too many people about!" Mike protested.
"Shhh!" Dave said, and ran his hand over Mike's
trouser front, his fingers tracing each side of the thickening
shaft hidden inside.
The hard cock strained forward, pushing Mike's trousers out
rather obviously.
"Do you smoke?" asked Dave. "Yes, sometimes." Mike replied. "Got
any?"
"Yes, a couple."
"Give me one, and have one yourself."
Mike pulled out a small packet of cigarettes with two left in. He
gave Dave one, and had the last himself. He lit them both.
"Hold the paperbag forward a bit, so it touches the bush." Mike
moved the bag forward, and Dave stood on his other side.
"No one can see now, it looks as if we're having a crafty smoke!"
Dave explained. His fingers found Mike's trouser zip, and lowered
it. His fingers fished out Mike's throbbing cock, wrapped around
it, and slid the skin back and forth.
Mike sucked on the cigarette and enjoyed the feeling in his cock,
and the excitement of it being done with a few people walking
past on the path the other side of the bush.
Dave kept up his slow steady hand action, occasionally taking a
pull on the cigarette.
Mike felt his climax nearing, then he was pumping cum hard at the
bush, Dave's hand still rubbing slowly, lightly, the soft hands
caressing the jerking skin until Mike was spent, his cock
deflating to its normal relaxed size. Dave shook the drops from
its end, slipped it back in Mike's trousers and lifted the zip.
"Nice!" Dave said. "Come on, let's get finished!" and he led the
way from behind the bush, back to the path, throwing the remains
of the cigarette down on the tarmac.
They soon had all the papers delivered and were back at the shop,
where Mike left the paperbag ready for the next morning's round.
Dave bought another packet of 10 cigarettes, and they headed for
Mike's house.

Mike's father was sitting in an armchair reading a newspaper when
the two boys came into the living room. His mother was standing
in the kitchen doorway, and the smell of a dinner being cooked
wafted from the kitchen.
"Dad, mum, this is Dave. Dave, these are my folks."
Mike's father lowered the paper and looked at the boys. "Hi!" he
said, and studied Dave quite deeply. Mike's mum smiled, and said,
"Hello Dave!"
"H-hello!" Dave stammered, not quite sure he liked the look
Mike's dad was giving him.
"Are you staying for dinner?" Mike's mum asked
"He's staying the night." Mike said, quite definitely.
The moment became awkward.
"Come on up!" Mike addressed Dave, and led the way upstairs to
his room.
Once in the bedroom, the two boys stood and looked at each other.
"Why are you doing this?" Dave asked, taking his jean jacket off
and draping it over a chair.
"I don't know." Mike replied, honestly, slipping his coat off and
laying it over Dave's jacket.
Dave held out his hands, and Mike took them in his.
"I really don't know."
"You said you weren't gay."
"No - I don't know - no, I'm not."
"I'll go."
"No, I want you to stay - I want - I don't know."
"MICHAEL!"
"Shit! Dad!"
"I'll go."
"No - wait."
Mike went to the door and opened it.
"YES?"
"COME HERE!"
Mike stepped down the stairs slowly, not wanting this
confrontation. Not now.
"What's going on?"
"What do you mean?"
"You and that boy - what's going on?"
"Nothing!"
"Are you gay or something? Is that why you've brought him here?"
"No dad! Of course not! I just -"
"Cut the crap, Mike. If you're gay I want to know now. There's
something strange about that boy, and the look in your eyes when
you brought him in, well, I've never seen you act like this
before."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, are you in love with him? Because he is with you!"
Mike was stunned. What had his father seen in a few seconds?
"Well? Are you gay? Don't worry, I'm not going to throw you out,
or beat it out of you, I just want to know."
"I don't know."
"Well you'd better go and find out then, hadn't you." He turned
and went back into the living room, leaving Mike wondering what
that had been all about.

Mike knew he'd been a rebellious and difficult boy, since he was
11. He didn't mean to be, it just happened. He could hardly ever
talk to his father without a row starting, some degenerating into
serious shouting matches that only ended when he got a spanking.
He didn't hate his father, he just wished he would understand.
But understand what? He didn't know. They had been close, kisses
and cuddles when he was younger, playing together, father and
son, but he'd wanted more, deeper love, an unknown feeling he'd
yearned for, wanted and couldn't ask for, didn't know what or how
to ask. Ever since he'd discovered -

He turned. Dave was at the top of the stairs, watching him. He
wanted to be cross, annoyed at being spied on, watched, but he
couldn't.
He ran up the stairs, pushed Dave back into his room and kicked
the door closed behind him. He picked Dave up in a hug, and
kissed him hard. He threw the both of them onto his bed, he on
top of Dave, pushing his hardness into Dave's crotch, feeling
another hardness grow underneath him. Mike pushed his hand under
Dave's t-shirt, up over his stomach, up to his chest, his fingers
finding the nipple. His fingers sliding over smooth skin,
touching the little bud, teasing it hard like a little pea.
Dave's hand forced under his tracksuit elastic waist, under his
boxers, down seeking - .
Mike rolled over slightly, and the hand pressed down, finding it,
holding it, squeezing it. Mike jumped up, onto his knees, jerking
Dave's hand away, straddling the boy under him. He unbuttoned the
waist, slid the zip down. Dave lifted his bottom off the bed,
Mike grabbed the jeans waist and pulled them and the underpants
down, freeing the hard cock that sprang up, hot and ready, ready
for him. He fell down onto it, devouring it in one go, licking
and sucking up and down on it. Dave threw his head back, pressing
it hard on the pillow, arching his back up and delivering his
juices to Mike's hungry mouth. He kept sucking and bobbing,
feeling his own climax nearing, until Dave threw him off, up and
away, then twisting and turning unbuttoned the waist of Mike's
trousers, slid the zip down and pulled the trousers and boxers
down, stretching them over the parted legs, enough to grasp
Mike's throbbing cock in his hand, holding it tight while he
moved to get his head there, and licking the tip while he
frantically rubbed the shaft. Mike came with the intensity he had
when he stained the wall, but into Dave's mouth. Dave licked the
tip again, pressing his tongue against the slit just as Mike
pumped again, spraying the cum everywhere. Over and over Mike
pumped as Dave wanked him hard, some going into Dave's mouth and
some on his face. Before Mike could recover, Dave lifted himself
up, pushed his cum-smeared face into Mike's, and kissed him
again, pushing his cum-laden tongue into Mike's open mouth.

Exhausted, they fell back on the bed, side by side. Dave reached
down to his jeans, pulled out the pack of cigarettes and took two
out. He put one in Mike's lips, and said, "Got a light?"
Mike reached a lighter from his bedside table, and lit both
cigarettes.
"Why now?" he asked.
"People do, after sex, it's traditional!" Dave said.
Mike laughed loud. He was happy now, at last. It was beautiful.