Date: Sat, 4 Apr 2009 19:07:56 -0700 (PDT)
From: bill vincent <waycool805@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Briar Patch Michael and Me

The Briar Patch Michael and Me.

By Kevin Printon

This story is purely fictional any relationship to places, people, real
names or events is purely coincidental.


We must have known each other since we were in 1st grade. This next year we
were venturing off from Middle school into Junior High. Both would be going
our separate way since the school district in all their visdom had decided
to split the school-busing rout into two zones. Mine would take me to
Central Jr High School. Michael's would take him to Woodrow the new one in
the next city.

So this would be the last summer we would be together. It was back in the
time when kids would hang building cardboard forts or just out playing the
large swampy fields of Central Jersey. This was the place where kids still
hunted for muskrat and sold the hides by taking a trip into Sears in New
Brunswick.

Michael and I were the type of friends that could lay on my slanted lawn
and look up at the clouds and tell each other what we saw in the shapes and
also daydream about what we wanted to do and be. Michael had a brother,
Larry, I think, that adored Michael and constantly wanted to be around
him. Me on the other had had two younger brothers that probably didn't know
I existed at that time. They were distant, preoccupied and in to doing
their own thing. I guess the reason might have been that they were closer
in age to each other then Michael and Larry.

We lived in a development that was probably built after the war. All were
the houses were three bedroom houses carports build on concrete slabs. Once
you had gone into anyone's house you knew where everything was, your own
was laid out identically.

Michael and Larry's mom was one of those who kept their room spotless. My
guess was that each were allowed to have one item and toy on the floor at a
time but that was the limit.

I remember being invited over to Micheal's house for dinner of something
and having his mother tell him to change out of his school pants. My hopes
got up but were soon dashed when he excused himself, turned left the room
and went into the hall bathroom to change.

He came back in his baggy play jean with two buttons on his fly
open. "Maybe there was still hope for us yet.

My next recollection of Mike and I was one chilly fall day. Larry had
announced that he had found a briar patch in the field down by my house. I
not knowing what a briar patch was or the first thing about it except
something from "Uncle Remiss!" did not know that it would involving
crawling thru half frozen dirt at crouch level thru densely thick sticker
bushes (Briar Patch).

We let 12-year-old Larry lead, followed by me starring at his tight jean
clad butt, holing around cracking jokes, like "I hope we don't run into any
animals. But you could hear things on either side of our path.

"I kept telling myself and the others that they we just birds looking for
dried berries...I hope!"

Well after twenty minutes latter after snaking our way thru the most
sharpest sticker bushes, I ever encounter, we reached the center of
them. It was a round space devoid of any brush except for the pressed down
grass in the center. It was probably six feet in circumference.

Easy enough space for three boys likes us.

The first word out of anyone's mouth was from Larry. "Gee this place is
neat. It's even warm in here. Which it was? It was actually a few degrees
warmer and protected from the cool fall winds.

"Let's get naked and tell dirty jokes." Larry said.

I almost choked, now I had other friends that I had experimented around
sexually by that time but not with Larry.... or his prudish brother never
had the wildest thoughts or wet dreams lusting over either of them even
though they were both my type one of those slim, pale complexioned haired
sandy blond blue eyed boys.

There was a sill silence.. Then Michael spoke.

"Now Larry I thought we were not going to talk about things like that in
front of Ahhh strangers...

Larry's lip began to quiver as if he had blasted out some sacred secret
promise.

 "I am sorry I......I... just slipped. I was just trying to be funny. Yeah
trying to be funny! At least we can tell dirty jokes in here and know body
can here us."

He fished with a nervous laugh.

I quickly looked to Michael and he quickly avoided my glance. A nervous
smile appeared on his lips. Larry was to his back we were able to crouch in
one section of the center of the patch almost standing up in fact. Michael
turned so the only I could see the front of him. He turned as if to show me
something. As Michael slowly turned towards me I could tell from his baggy
soft cotton pants that he had a boner. It was not the first time I had
looked to see if he ever had one or maybe noticed. His boner was there
alright maybe thin cigar to pen thick climbing straight up along the inside
hem of his fly. It was throbbing to a rhythm of its on and appeared to be
painfully reaching to the top seam of his waistband. He wore no belt and
you could see it throbbing to peek out of his waistband.  There it was!
Just the tip of it's pinkish going to purple swollen helmet shaped head
peeking out and at the same time gushing Michael's warm sweet precum onto
the band of his undies.

I looked up and stared into his eyes. His pale blue eyes pleading not to
say anything to Larry. I got his message; he shook his head and smiled then
looked down at his dick somehow he made it shoot some pure nectar out at
me.

"Hey Larry! I just remembered Dad said he was coming home early, I forgot
to feed Shep! Could you go back and do that for me?" Michael slightly
turned his had to ask

"Yeah sure Michael, I'm starting to get to many stickers all over me now
anyway. I need to wear thicker cloths next time we come here.

Why don't you and Kevin stay here a bit and enjoy the quiet. Yeah I'll be
going and not too soon for me. What dog food does he get today?" Larry
asked.

We stared in silence as we watched Larry exit the patch. Heard him get all
the way out and say good-bye and heard his footsteps down the path and jump
the creek.

My mind raced back to the times we would roll down my hill, starting at the
top and ending up at the bottom him rolling over me and ending up on top of
my face. Some how with his thinly clad boner against the lips of my
mouth. One time I even exhaled hot air against it and he made it throb
against my closed mouth several times before he jumped up all embarrassed
and changed the subject.

The next thing I hear was Michael's zipper sliding all the way down and his
baggy cotton jeans fall to his boots. I looked over and watched him pull
the front of this white briefs away from his taunt stomach making his slim
61/2 boner slap against his taunt belly making "a swap" noise and showering
pre cum all over the front of him.

"God that feels good to let it out!" I was hard as soon as we found this
place.. I don't know of any jokes, my brother does, but do you want to get
naked and fool around?  I really want to play with your dick.  I think I
want to suck it first. Does yours get pre cum like mine?  No! I managed to
stammer as I hopped out of one leg of my jeans and then the other. My now
throbbing Bonner flopped out of the open fly of my shorts.

"Nice dong!" Michael cooed.

"Can I touch it"?

 As he fondled it and lifted the swollen head up to his mouth.
 "Ummmmm hmmm!"  Was all that he said as he slipped the head past his lips
and continued to slowly shove the shaft in and out of his hot slippery
mouth.

"I want to milk you and suck your hot cream dry. I want to drink all of
your seed Kevin, all of it."  You could hear him saying with out neither
missing a beat of his sucking nor taking his mouth off my now hot tingling
dick.

In the mean time I scooped down to fondle Michael's drooling cock. The more
I pumped the shaft the harder it swell and the more pre cum gushed out of
his slit. I finally started swirling me fingers around the slick head and
in and out of his slit. Michael started to go wild and grind his dick
against my pumping.

I motioned for us to lie down. Michael followed my lead. He was still
lipped locked to my dick. He was sucking harder almost wanting to literally
suck the sperm out of my swollen nuts like a milkshake.

I put my head down into the sweet smell of Michael's freshly soaped
pubs. His nappy dirty blond hair. His nuts are well developed the size of
pecans. No wonder the kid was so horny. I swirled my tongue around them and
back towards his crack. He pushed my cock deeper into his mouth and at the
same time lifted up so that I could have access to his sweet hole.

I swirled my finger around his drooling cock head, getting it nice and
lubed then speard his legs and aimed a dap of it right on to the lips of
his rosebud. I gently pushed in. spreading his own pre cum around his slick
hole. I repeated the process three more times. Each time I continued to
have the feeling that my cock was being subjected to Michaels best
delights.

I then run my slicked fingers up and down of his crack. Surprisingly
enough, his crack was now beginning to deliver a warm lube of its own. It
was telling me it wanted Kevin to play more some more.

I took my aim; l double slicked my thumb, curled, it up and gently place
the tip of it up against the base of his rose bud. His ass opens slowly to
its pleasure invader. I slid. My finger into the base of his peritoneum
up... up till the tip of my finger felt the soft spongy tip of his
prostate. I tapped it to see if I get a reaction.

Michael knew what it was and pushed down onto my finger and pumped it up
and a few times letting out a groan of pleasure. I swirled my finger over
it again, it was already beginning to swell up from the attention.  "Oh
Kev! Please...fuck me!" I heard Michael Say in an urgent tone.

I thought to myself that from all appearance Michael was turning out to be
a nice friend and maybe a really great Fuck.