Date: Fri, 23 Dec 2005 02:35:24 -0800
From: Jason Newbell <jnew001 (at) gmail (dot) com>
Subject: Danny & Michael, Spring Surpise: Part VI

This story contains descriptions of sexual acts between minor boys. If you
do not like this, are not of age, or it is illegal in the area which you
reside, please leave now. I should also mention that this is an original
work by myself and you CANNOT copy or use any part of this story without my
permission.

Here is the sixth chapter of Spring Surprise. Hope you enjoy it. The
seventh chapter will be the last of his story. I haven't begun to write it,
but I will try to do so shortly. My goal is to complete the story by the
New Year.

What's next? I plan to complete a couple of stories I started but neglected
to finish. There are also a couple of stories that I had finished but
didn't post on Nifty. The "Danny and Michael" series is the only one I have
published online so far. I'll give a complete run down when I post Chapter
Seven, so that if you enjoy my stories, you can be on the lookout for the
new ones. I'll give you a little hint... two of the stories contain a boy
from the "Danny and Michael" series. They are at different ages in these
stories (one younger, one older) and are in a completely different
timeline. But that's all for now. :)

Also, stay tuned for another important announcement with the Seventh
Chapter, but until then, enjoy!

You can reach me at: jnew001 (at) gmail (dot) com.  Send any comments,
suggestions, whatever.




Chapter Six: Midnight Fun

"Touchdown!" I yelled, flinging my hands in the air and causing the X-BOX
controller to hit the ground.

"Fucking bullshit," Michael mumbled, barely audible.

"You can't contain Michael Vick," I gloated.

The extra point was up and through. My Falcons led Michael's Patriots
34-31.

"I thought you were gonna run," Michael said quietly. "You only had two
yards to go."

"Yeah but the Patriots defense is cheap," I replied. "You're the freaking
World Champs and I still beat you."

"Not yet," Michael said, referring to the fact there was five seconds left
in the game. I was about to do it. I was going to beat Michael at Madden
football, a game where he reigned supreme. The only game I could really
beat him at was Halo, which I was an expert at.

Sure, I got him time to time in other games, but never Madden football. I
think his all time record was about a hundred wins and no losses. He looked
pissed, his eyes fixated on the screen, his thumb pressing the "A" button
repeatedly even though it had no effect until I selected my play.

"You're going down," I grinned, overjoyed at my fortunes. Fourth and goal
from the two. A field goal would do me no good, I knew I had to put it into
the endzone. I had run the three previous plays, gaining six yards total. I
guessed Michael would play the run again and he did. I had Vick play action
fake to the running back and then throw the fade. Caught. Touchdown. "Do
you believe in miracles? Yes!"

"Boom," I said, adding my own sound effects to the game. The ball sailed
out of the endzone for a touchback.

"Hmmm," Michael hummed, intently flipping through the `Shotgun' playbook. I
set my defense to `Prevent' and kicked my feet up on coffee table.

"It's all over," I chanted, punching Michael lightly in the shoulder. He
was pissed. I wonder if this would affect our fun tonight. He probably
wouldn't even speak to me the rest of the night, but knowing Michael he'd
still be up for sex.

The ball was snapped and Michael scanned the field for an opening. Right
before I was about to sack him with the lineman I was controlling he hurls
the ball downfield and it's caught at the fifty yard line. No biggie, I had
three guys in the area. They all swarmed to the ball, ready to make the
tackle.

"Yes!" I exclaimed.

Hold on, right before the guy was able to get tackled Michael laterals it
to a nearby teammate. He catches it and starts heading up the field. Shit,
I thought, my heart suddenly racing. That button never works for me!
Luckily my other safety converged on him and was poised to make the stop
near the twenty-five. But lo and behold, Michael laterals it again, but
this time the ball falls to the turf and bounces wildly.

"Come on," Michael says, controlling the closest guy and racing towards the
ball. The guy that was closest for me was a linebacker and Michael beat me
to the ball.  I was about to tackle him but he spun out of my grasp and
headed towards the endzone.

"Shit," I said, starting to get frantic. This had to end. Two more of my
players converge on him and started to run Michael's player out of bounds
near the ten. Then I saw it. The game was over. Michael pitched it to a
trailing receiver who waltzed untouched into the endzone.

"Yessssssss," Michael screamed, pumping his fist back and forth. "Touchdown
Patriots!"

I stared at Michael in disbelief. Things always went his way. As soon as he
turned 18 he needed to buy a lottery ticket, because knowing him, he'd win.

"Oh, the band is out on the field," Michael said, giddily reciting the
famous call as the automatic replay kicked in. "The Patriots have won!
There will be no extra point!"

"What... the... hell..." was all I could manage to get out. I was five
seconds away from winning in Madden football against Michael. Five lousy
seconds. And then Michael, doing something only he could do, organizes some
weird ass series of events that leads to the win. I turned my eyes from the
screen to Michael's face. He was grinning of ear to ear, bopping up and
down as if dancing to music.

"I win," he said, looking at me sympathetically. I didn't need any sympathy
though. Any sorrow I felt for myself was overpowered with the attraction to
Michael at that moment. Why was this kid so good at everything? He was just
sitting there grinning at me, his cute face lit up with the joy of what had
transpired.

"God you're hot," I said, staring Michael in the eyes.

"You too," he grinned, lunging at me. Our lips met and we began to kiss. We
had started to kiss a bit more, but it normally just occurred on the
weekend sleepovers, and it was mostly just between me and Michael. I'd kiss
Marcus after a good fuck or a peck on the cheek before he left if there
were no parents around, but it wasn't the same as with Michael.

With Michael, we went full out. Tongues in each other's mouths, our hands
frantically moving all around the other's body, our crotches grinding
together. There was a special connection between just us two that I
couldn't quite explain yet. But it felt like we belonged together.

Our boners ground against each other through our athletic shorts. We knew
we couldn't take them off, it was only nine o'clock and Michael's parents
had returned home and were only a few doors down in their room reading. It
didn't matter though, Michael and I were in heaven just making out and dry
humping one another. We were laying down on the couch, which faced away
from the door of the bonus room so someone coming in couldn't even see us.

"Mmmm," Michael said, releasing his mouth from my mouth for a second to
seemingly catch his breath. Back down his went, his tongue and my tongue
swirling around each other, sending electric waves of pleasure down our
bodies.

We continued for a good five minutes or so, our pace slowly decreasing
until Michael finally pulled his mouth from mine and opened his eyes. He
gently guided me to lay flat on my back, his body hovering over mine.

"I love you," he said, his hazel eyes paralyzing me.

"Love you too," I said, receiving his lips. We held the kiss a good ten
seconds or so before Michael flopped down on top of me. His body heat
radiated into my own body, like a human blanket. We both closed our eyes
and just lay there, enjoying the company of one another. I could feel his
heart beating on chest, his hot breath gracing my neck.

We stayed like that for a few minutes before we heard someone
approach. Michael groaned slightly and slowly rolled off me and to the
ground.

"Oh here it is," Michael said, picking up the remote. I caught the drift,
pretending to search for it in the couch cushions.

"Found it?" Michael's mom asked, oblivious to what had transpired.

"Yup," Michael said, smiling and showing her the remote.

"Good," Michael's mom responded, giving us an odd look. "You guys okay?"

"Yeah," Michael said. "Why?"

"You look flushed," she said concerned. "Is it hot in here?"

"Nope, don't think so," Michael said, starting to fidget.

"Let me feel your forehead," she commanded, starting toward Michael.

"It was the football game probably," Michael said, trying to get out of
it. "It was really intense and me and Danny were into it. See? I won by
three."

That didn't stop Michael's mom from feeling her son's forehead.

"You're damp and warm," she said, taking her hand off.

"Yeah, me too," I said, feeling my own forehead. "Who said video games
weren't a workout?"

Michael's mom laughed.

"Apparently with you two," she said. "Michael's so darn competitive, I can
imagine."

"Mooooom," Michael whined.

"Anyways, goodnight," Michael's mom said, giving both of us a peck on the
cheek. I had become like a second (well, third) son to her, and Michael the
same with my mom. The parents also got along very well, which helped ease
our constant appearances at each other's houses.

She left the room and went into her own, closing the door. We could see
their light go off in the dark hallway. Both Michael's brother and sister
were out for the night. His brother, a senior in high school, went to some
concert and was going to crash a friend's house. Michael's parents were
pretty relaxed and Michael's sister was allowed to stay out until two on
weekends. His dad actually set their alarm clock and woke up to check she
was home by then, so we always had to be aware of that so he wouldn't walk
in on us or even hear us. We were almost always done and asleep by then
though.

"Well, what to do?" Michael said, sitting down next to me on the couch and
turning towards me.

"Wanna swim?" I suggested.

"Oh yeah," Michael said, a smile forming on his face.

"We'll have to wait an hour or so," I said, knowing Michael's parents
didn't tend to fall asleep very quickly.

"Yeah, sounds good though," Michael said, flipping on the TV. We settled on
Nick at Night and "The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air."

"Foot rub?" I asked, glancing at Michael.

"Sure," he grinned, laying back against the armrest of the couch and
placing his feet in my lap. I slowly began to rub his soft skin, Michael
giggling a bit because he tended to be ticklish. His toes were perfect,
just like the rest of his flawless body.

After a while I finished up on his right foot, stroking his legs a little
bit before switching to the left foot. His legs had little sprouts of hair
on them, and although they were still light, you could feel the hair as you
rubbed your hands up and down him.

We stared at the TV, my hands stuck in "automatic" as they worked his soft,
silky feet.

"Switch?" Michael asked, glancing at me.

"Sure," I agreed, assuming Michael's position.

"You have the cutest feet ever," Michael said, rolling him around in his
hands.

"No, you do," I said.

"Seriously Danny," Michael said. "God damn."

"I do what I can," I joked, turning my attention back to the
show. Michael's hands working my feet felt awesome. I closed my eyes and
just relaxed, listening to the dialogue from the TV and totally absorbed in
the foot rub I was being given.

Michael got tired and stopped right as the show ended. He kissed all up and
down my legs before declaring he was finished.

"MadTV?" he asked, remote poised and ready to change the channel.

"Yeah," I agreed.

We flipped to Fox just in time to catch the opening skit. We still had to
wait another thirty minutes or so before it was safe to go in the pool. The
time was spent fishing through each other's pants and not really paying
attention to what was happening. I ran my fingers through Michael's pubic
hair time and time again, feeling their soft, wispy texture. I knew that
eventually they would become coarser, but right now they were still as soft
as the hair on top of his head.

Both of us had raging erections and we were down to our boxers. Chances are
Michael's parents weren't going to go out of their room, but we still had
to make sure they were asleep before going outside.

Finally 11:30 rolled around as Michael and I flipped the TV off during the
middle of a skit. Showed how much we cared about it at that moment. We
slowly snuck our way downstairs and out the back slider.

It was pretty cold, probably in the mid-40s or so. I could see my breath
but I didn't feel especially cold at that moment.

"What if your sister comes home early?" I asked.

"Never happens," Michael responded. "Earliest she gets home is one fifty
nine. Plus, we could easily hear a car pull up."

"True," I said, helping Michael to roll back the tarp that covered the
in-ground pool.

"Fifty six degrees," Michael informed me, reading the temperature gauge in
the pool.

"Wow," I replied, unsure how to gauge that. "Is that cold?"

"I dunno," Michael said. "Normally in the summer it's in the seventies.

I stuck my toe in and immediately retracted it.

"It's hella cold," I informed him.

"Hmmm," Michael said, starting to laugh at the situation.

"Wasn't this cold that night with Marcus," I recalled. "Remember?"

"How could I forget?" Michael asked. "Our first fuck."

I laughed.

"It wasn't this cold then was it?" I asked. "That was like... January."

"Yeah," Michael said, "but I turned the heater on the day before cause I
wanted to skinny dip. My parents would kill me if they knew I did
that... but anyways, yeah it was fine then."

"Oh," I said, the cold air starting to get to me.

"Guess I'll take the initiative then," Michael said, strutting up to the
diving board. "I'm not even going to feel it. I'm just gonna jump in. Dare
me?"

"Yeah," I grinned.

"Okay," Michael said, beginning to strip, "but if I get in you have to
too."

"Okay," I agreed.

"Promise?" he asked.

"Yes Michael," I said, acting annoyed.

"Okay then," he grinned. He slipped off his boxers and now was completely
naked. I couldn't make out much in the slim moonlight, but I could tell his
normally loose hanging balls were pretty tight to his body.

"Anytime," I teased after Michael had stood at the beginning of the diving
board for a good fifteen seconds or so.

"How cold was it again Danny?" he said, sounding worried.

"Fifty six," I replied.

"No," he said, shaking his head. "When you put your toe in."

"Oh. I'm not telling."

"Why not?" Michael whined.

"The dare was to jump in with no idea how cold it was."

"Finnnnnnne."

Michael took a deep breath, which I could see in the cold nighttime air. He
bounded down the diving board and did a cannonball into the water.

A huge splash came up from the pool, but fortunately I wasn't in its
path. I saw Michael struggle to get up as soon as he hit the water, his
little legs kicking as hard as possible. He surfaced.

"Holy shit!" Michael screamed, frantically paddling towards the
ladder. "Fuck!"

"Shhh," I reminded him, not wanting to wake his parents.

"Fuck Danny," he said, lowering his voice. His wet body came charging up
the ladder and out of the pool.

"Cold?" I asked, a grin on my face.

"Yeah," Michael said, shivering. He started to jump up and down on the pool
deck, rubbing his hands together.

"You okay?" I asked concerned.

"Yeah," he replied. "Not so bad now that I'm out."

"So it was really cold?" I asked, now nervous to fulfill my end of the
bargain.

"God yes," he replied. "You can't imagine. Was kind of fun though... a
rush."

"Oh," I said. My eyes devoured his cute little body, covered with
goosebumps and still soaking wet. His nipples were painfully erect and his
package was incredibly small. I'd examine that later, as I wanted to get my
part of the deal out of the way.

"Your turn," Michael grinned, his face very much the same after he won that
football game.

"Yeah yeah," I said, stripping my clothes off and racing onto the diving
board. "No point in delaying like a little girl like someone I know."

"Hey shuddup," Michael grinned, no longer shivering.

"One, two three!" I counted down before plunging into the pool. My life
literally flashed before my eyes as I was in the air about to hit the
water. It felt a lot like when I first spotted Jack watching us. That
sickening feeling in the bottom of your stomach.

I crashed into the water and immediately started to panic. Michael was
right, it was really freaking cold. I struggled to surface, my head finally
breaking into the cool night air.

"Oh shit," I gasped, unable to scream like Michael. I worked my way to the
ladder and quickly climbed up it. Michael was waiting there for me with a
grin.

"Cold?" he asked innocently.

"Yeah," I said, playfully punching him in the shoulder. The water had
jolted me awake and sent a rush of adrenaline down my body that I think
helped me deal with the temperatures. Once I was out of the water, I didn't
feel very cold at all. No wind helped with that too I guess. Thank goodness
this wasn't last night when we were talking to Jack.

"Actually was kinda fun huh?" Michael asked me, taking me up in a big bear
hug to warm me up.

"Yeah it was," I said, embracing Michael's warm body. It was weird not to
feel his boner poking me, like it often did in this situation. To be
honest, I couldn't really feel anything at all, my body was numb.

We hugged for a good minute or so before Michael spoke up.

"I'll tell you what I wanna do," he said, pushing me away gently and
grabbing me on the shoulders so he could look me straight in the eye.

"What?" I asked, ready for anything.

"I want to go in the pool again, but with you this time," he said. "I want
to get our blood pumping, our adrenaline racing. Then I want to get out and
fuck you right here and now on the grass."

I was in a trance, his eyes glued to his.

"Okay," I said softly. "Let's do it."

"Okay," Michael smiled.

We held hands, nodded at each other, and then leaped into the water. The
same feelings of panic rushed over me as I hit. We both surfaced.

"Try to stay in," Michael said, frantically treading water.

"Okay," I said, the frigid water giving me a headache.

Michael went under the water and swam underneath my body, drifting his hand
across my legs as he passed. As soon as he surfaced, I went underwater and
felt my way to his crotch. It felt bumpy and compact, my eyes unable to
open in the cold water. I quickly ran out of breath and rushed towards the
top.

"Can't hold your... breath very long," I said, gasping. "The cold makes it
go away quick."

"Yeah," Michael said. "Let's race to the swallow end and back then get
out."

"Okay," I agreed, ready to get out of the frigid pool water. My body was
numb so it wasn't very painful, but I could feel my body screaming for me
to get out.

"One, two, three!" Michael said, lunging forward and beginning to swim with
all his might. I was right behind him, the hard work warming my muscles up.

We hit the swallow end wall at the same time, Michael giving me a little
grin as we started the other way. He kicked it into a higher gear and
started to pull away. It was a gear I simply did not have, so I grabbed his
feet instead to stop him.

"Hey!" Michael said, turning towards me.

I grabbed his shoulders and pulled, my body rushing over the top of
Michael's. I could feel my balls rub on Michael neck and head as my hands
touched the deep end wall.

"I win," I said, turning toward Michael and giving him the same look he had
given me after the Madden debacle.

"Cheater," Michael grinned. "Now let's get the hell out of here."

"Agreed," I said, climbing up the ladder. I purposely stepped up on the
ladder one rung too high, causing my body to stretch out and my hole to
open up to Michael. As expected, his finger was there to gently explore it.

"Nice and clean," he grinned at me after I had gotten out and faced him.

"Ready to be fucked," I smiled back.

"Good," Michael laughed, getting out of the pool himself.

"That was fun," I said, my body covered in goosebumps.

"Totally," Michael beamed. "Let's go inside and dry off so we're not all
wet. But I still wanna fuck you out here."

"Okay," I agreed.

We went inside to the downstairs bathroom and grabbed a towel. I dried
Michael first, starting with his hair and working slowly down towards his
crotch. It was still pressed tight against his body, grasping for any heat
it could reach.

"It's so small," Michael laughed.

"Yeah," I said, closely examining Michael's package. Normally, Michael was
the kind of boy whose balls hung loose, his dick about an inch or so when
not erect. At least it was that way since I had first seen him nude late
last autumn. However, that was not the case right now. I couldn't even pull
on his scrotum without hurting him, it was that tight to his body. It was
also covered in goosebumps and the light hairs that graced it were standing
straight up. That would explain the odd texture I had felt while examining
him in the pool.

I turned my attention to his dick.

"Wow," I exclaimed, "it's so tiny. You don't really even have a shaft or a
base or anything. It's just the head."

"Weird," Michael grinned, taking it up with his hand and examining it for
himself. "And it's all dark from being cold. Normally that just happens
when I'm about to cum."

"Yeah," I grinned.

"Don't worry Danny," Michael joked. "It will be just as big as normal when
I fuck you."

"Good," I grinned.

He started to towel me off and examined my balls as well, in a similar
state to Michael's. I had seen myself like this numerous times before, but
to see Michael like that was very intriguing. Not because the concept was
foreign, but rather the idea that the same tool Michael used to screw me
could be shrunk to such small proportions. By the time he was done toweling
me off however, it had started to loosen up some as the warm house slowly
heated up our bodies.

"Back outside?" Michael asked, hanging the towel up.

"Yeah," I agreed, eager to release all the sexual tension that had built up
during the day with Michael.

We walked back into the cold night air, not nearly as bad now that we were
dry.

"Where should we do it?" Michael asked.

"By the pool," I said, thinking. "No neighbor and there's only one window
on your house on that side."

"Good call," Michael said, slapping me on the butt. "Just what I was
thinking."

We returned to the pool, seeing our clothes scattered around the diving
board. I'm sure it wasn't the smartest thing to go back into the house
nude, but neither set of parents had ever bothered us after they had gone
to bed.

"This looks nice," Michael said, pointing to a patch of grass. The grass
was long and wild, having not been mowed in quite some time. The recent dry
weather also meant the ground dry ready for our enjoyment.

Our penises slowly hardened as they knew the show was about to begin, no
more teases. It was a Saturday night, just me and Michael, and we were
about to get it on. All week I looked forward to this day, and this one
would be especially nice since last night had been overshadowed by Jack
catching us.

"You can go first," Michael said, which was surprising to me. It seemed a
majority of the time Michael went first since he was always so horny and
looked desperate to unload an orgasm. He had that same look right now,
except his eyes, which showed the sincerity of his offer. I loved him with
all my heart and I knew he felt the same way.

"Okay," I whispered back, giving him a kiss on the cheeks. The cool night
air was a bit nippy but I wasn't cold at all. Not with the boy that was
presenting himself in front of me. Not with the knowledge of the heat our
love would generate.

"Shit," Michael groaned. "Forgot the lotion."

I didn't have the time or the will to go find it. I need to fuck him now.

"Uhhhhh," I said, thinking. We had tried doing it without lubrication one
time before, and although it felt awesome when you first entered, it was
very difficult to slide in and out and became quite uncomfortable for both
parties.

"Spit?" Michael shrugged, laying on his back and presenting himself to my
mercy.

"I'll try," I said, examining Michael's boyrose, which appeared even
tighter due to the cold.

I lowered my face to within inches of Michael's crack and carefully aimed
my saliva. It slowly fell and made contact right above his hole and than
ran down and filled it up. The saliva seemed pretty thick, which I'm sure
was best for this type of situation.

My finger slowly began to rub the liquid all around, making sure my lover
was well lubricated. Once that was done, I spit on my own hand and rubbed
it around my cock. Finally I was satisfied and lowered myself into
position.

"Ready?" I asked customarily. He always was.

"Yeah," Michael sighed. "Fuck me."

I guided the head of my penis to Michael's asshole. Once I felt the two
contact, my hand let go and I slowly leaned into Michael. More and more
pressure was put onto his rectum's lips until it finally could take no more
and gave in. My dick slid in violently, causing both of us to shudder in
pleasure. The saliva seemed to be working sufficiently so far.

Slowly I began to pump, pulling in and out of Michael. His bowels were warm
and wet, radiating heat down my cock and into the rest of my body. I could
see my deep breaths in the cold night air but yet I didn't feel the least
bit cold. My eyes wandered from Michael's privates to his face, which
rested back against the ground and was riddled with pleasure. His tongue
was running all around his lips, his mouth open and moaning
softly. Although his eyes were closed, he opened them every ten seconds or
so, looking me in the eye and letting me know how much he enjoyed what was
going down.

I picked my pace up, the spit not really conducive to a slower fuck. It
worked, but my dick wasn't sliding quite as smoothly as it normally did and
it didn't feel quite as good. It still felt excellent, and when I picked
the pace up it became mind numbing. Here I had fucked Michael dozens of
times, but every time we did it I was blown away by just how good the
feelings were.

"Ohhhhhh," Michael moaned, his hands grabbing my ass and aiding my rapid
pace. He squeezed and released my cheeks time and time again, giving me a
massage that only added to the building pleasure. With the pace we were
going and Michael's expert hands working my body, I knew that I wouldn't be
able to last more than a minute or so.

My breathing had become rapid and shallow. I turned my attention to
Michael's package, his balls remaining tight to his body and not hanging
down as usual. His dick was painfully erect, his head leaking precum into a
pool near his belly button. A string of cum from this pool remained
connected to his head, which danced wildly with each thrust of my own dick.

Convulsions ran up and down my spine as the pleasure become unbearable. My
whole body felt like it was on fire, ready to explode deep into Michael's
bowels.

"I'm cumming," I moaned, placing my hands near Michael's shoulders to get
ready for the explosion. I leaned my head over and kissed Michael, keeping
my head near his mouth even after we were done.

The feelings finally became too much as I violently exploded into
Michael. I moaned loudly as I leaked some of my cum deep into his
intestines, releasing all the stress of the weekend into his
backside. Michael moaned as well, his dick visibly leaking even more precum
as I shot my own juices inside of him.

Slowly I came to a stop, the spit nearly dried up and making any slow
movements difficult to accomplish. Michael's ass did the work for me,
gradually pooping out my half-erect cock. It flopped out, streaked with
Michael's fluids and a little bit of poo. That didn't phase me, it was
nothing a little soap couldn't get out. I watched Michael's hole slowly
close up, not angry or red as it had become quite use to having my shaft
penetrate it's tight lips.

I fell back against the ground, exhausted. I had just experienced the most
intense orgasm in weeks. The last time I had such a massive explosion was
probably the weekend after the three of us couldn't get together either
Wednesday or Thursday. After three days of no stimulation from another
person, that Friday night fuck sure felt good. But this far surpassed
that. Fucking Michael, the boy of my dreams, outside in the cold air after
all that had transpired... it was awesome and beyond words.

"Thanks," I finally managed to get out.

"No problem," Michael said, slowly getting up. His dick was still leaking
precum, so I bent over and licked it off the top of his head and
belly. Michael smiled at me as I lay down and pulled my legs up to my
chest.

"God I can't wait," I said, ready to have Michael inside of me. His dick
could do things to me that I never knew were possible. A couple of times I
had almost had an orgasm while he fucked me, but he wasn't ever able to
last long enough himself to make it happen. It was like he could fuck me
from the inside, his dick rubbing my prostrate and other sensitive areas
that most people never find.

Michael slowly spat on boyrose and then rubbed it around much like I had
done with him. It felt warm and slick and I was eager to see how it
compared to lotion as a lubricant. Michael spit on his own dick, rubbing it
around quickly, ready to get the lubrication process over with and start
the main show. Within seconds, he pressed his dick against my asshole.

"Ready?" he asked, so horny and full of hormones that he looked to be in
pain.

"Yeah," I whispered, pressing out like I was taking a dump. Michael could
feel my lips move with the effort and knew that was his signal to go in,
which he did after a little resistance. My rectum immediately closed up
around his hard shaft, preventing any of the cold air from entering and
providing Michael with what I'm sure was an awesome experience.

"Oh fuck Danny," Michael moaned. "God I love you."

"Ohhhhh," was all I could manage to get out. His dick was hitting every
pleasure point my body, causing me to convulse and shudder. I was in
heaven, my lover slowly pumping in and out of my asshole, his face riddled
with pleasure. A remarkable feeling of serenity filled my twelve year old
body was I lay there on my back with my legs up. Michael grabbed my calves
and used them as leverage into my backside. He pushed in as far as possible
before pulling back out, his light pubic hairs pressing up against my
cheeks. His balls were still tight against his body, so the slapping sound
they normally produced while fucking me was absent, however the pleasure
was not.

Michael leaned over and kissed me, much like I had done with him. His pace
began to get more rapid and I could see his dick sliding in and out of my
hole, shining and covered with my fluids.

I took it all in; Michael's hot, tanned twelve year old body rapidly moving
forward and backward as he fucked me with all his might. His cute little
patch of pubic hair accented his cock, which was at the height of
childhood. He used all of the nearly four inches he possessed, his face
making all sorts of different expressions as his orgasm neared. I could see
all the muscles in his well-toned body seize up, bulging as he exploded
into my bowels.

I could feel shot after shot after shot of his cum land inside my butt,
Michael screaming with pleasure. He had quite a set of lungs of him, but
you only really got to hear them when he was so overcome with ecstasy he
couldn't contain himself. Slowly he came to a stop, flopping his tired and
depleted body on top of my own. The temperature meant little to us, as our
lovemaking had kept both of us plenty warm. I could feel my bowels slowly
push his cock out, sending waves of pleasure down my body.

We lay on top of each other in the grass for nearly five minutes before
Michael slowly picked himself up. We both sat criss-cross towards each
other, our soft penises resting softly against our tight scrotums.

"That was awesome," Michael said, his face breaking out into a big smile.

"Yeah, totally," I grinned back, unable to contain my joy.

"The spit worked pretty well too," Michael mused.

"Yeah," I agreed. "Not quite as good on both ends, but it worked really
good. I know we'll probably use it sometime where we get the urge and don't
have any lotion."

"I'd like to find that out," Michael laughed. "Outside was just the
beginning Danny."

"Oh?" I asked.

"I'm thinking grocery stores, doctor's offices, locker rooms at the pool,"
Michael exclaimed, spreading his arms out to depict the scope of his
plans. "I even hear we can join a little club if we have sex in an airplane
bathroom."

"You're so full of shit," I laughed. Michael was being so adorable right
now, I couldn't stand it. I tackled him to the ground, pinning his
shoulders against the lawn.

"What?" he grinned.

"You're so cute," I said, lowering my lips and giving him a kiss on the
lips.

"You too," Michael grinned back.

We then proceeded to kiss, grinding our soft crotches into one another and
enjoying the companionship and bond felt after sharing our bodies. After a
couple of minutes we finally slowed to a stop and stood up, rolling the
tarp back over the swimming pool. Michael then collected all our clothes,
handed me mine, and then headed inside. I was right behind him, admiring
his cute and well toned butt along the way.

The house felt very warm as we entered. It was amazing how comfortable we
were outside in that cold weather, and it just went to prove how much our
bodies responded while having sex.

"Woah," I remarked, looking at the clock. It was just after one o'clock.

"Yeah, late," Michael agreed.

Up the stairs we went, Michael the lead once again.

"You always are behind me," Michael said as reached the top.

"You know why," I joked.

"Yeah," he replied. "But I wanna see your ass jiggle once a while too."

I turned away from him, bent over, and wagged my butt back and forth.

"Danny," Michael laughed, shaking his head.

"What?" I said, turning around and looking at him innocently.

"You're cute," he grinned.

"You too," I said as we entered the bathroom. Michael went pee and I washed
off my cock from earlier. Apparently my bowels were clean so Michael didn't
wash off his, but rather headed off to prepare the nest early. I went pee,
feeling groggy from what amounted to a very long day. From waking up and
feeling all nervous about Jack, to the exhilaration of watching Jack enjoy
his time with us, to the multiple sexual teases with Michael that night
that built up to a mind-blowing fuck on the back lawn. It was a day I would
soon not forget.

Michael had the nest all ready in the bonus room as I entered. We piled our
clothes up, taking care to remove our boxers and place them in our
pillowcases. We then snuggled into the blankets, finding each other's soft,
smooth bodies through the mess of sheets. We embraced, our warm bodies
radiating into one another. My dick was soft, however Michael had sprung
somewhat of a boner. He ground it lightly into me, using my testicles to
roll all around his head.

"Good night," he said, giving me a kiss on the lips.

"Night love," I said, sighing lightly with pleasure. Nothing could make me
happier than being able to sleep in Michael's arms. His body radiated heat
into my own, his legs tangled with mine, our crotches pressed against one
another. We settled in with our mouths inches away from one another,
breathing the same air. I loved to inhale right as Michael exhaled, feeling
his warm breath fill my own lungs.

Michael's light grindings finally slowed to a halt and I knew he was close
to sleep, as was I. The last thing I saw before drifting into my dreams was
Michael's angelic sleeping face, just inches from my own.


END OF PART SIX

Be on the lookout for part seven by the time 2006 rolls around. This will
be the concluding chapter to "Spring Surprise." The seventh chapter will
also clue you in on upcoming stories, and there will be a special
announcement.

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