Date: Thu, 26 Jan 2012 21:13:20 +0000 (GMT)
From: Andrew Foote <footea81@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: For the love of Mike. (Chapter 1.)

	This story contains descriptions of sexual activity between two
boys both of which are under the legal age of consent.  If because of the
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My name was Aaron. Well actually it's always been Aaron and to the best of
my knowledge, still is but I'm going back some twenty years ago when the
events that make up this short story took place and time dims the memory
somewhat.

I was fourteen at the time and my parents had, in their wisdom decided to
move house from one side of London to the other and naturally I had to
change schools.  Not that I was bothered as I was a bright kid academically
and physically blessed aspiring to a not all bad rugby fly half and a keen
swimmer.

I think that these attributes were what made me popular with the girls at
my new school (my previous school wasn't co-educational) and yes I enjoyed
the attention. What hormone charged adolescent wouldn't have and I have to
say I made the most of it!

Over the months that followed our move I became aware that it wasn't just
the girls that wanted to be with me, a boy some three years younger than me
would hang around me at break times, often standing on the touch line
during rugby practice and games and in some pretty awful weather at times
but as the final whistle blew he would disappear never once stopping to
talk to me or anyone else for that matter.

He was a nice looking lad. No actually he was a little stunner and even
though I didn't consider myself gay or even slightly bisexual (I wanted
nookie of the female persuasion thank you,) but even I could recognise
beauty in another boy.  He was no more than five foot tall, slender so far
as I could judge with high cheek bones and wide set green eyes, full lips
and long eyelashes that gave him an almost feminine appearance and no, I
didn't catch all of this detail immediately. That was to come later.

One evening my father collared me for a chat and suggested that I should
think about rejoining a swimming club if only to keep up my general fitness
level.  In truth I wasn't bothered either way as whilst my upper body
strength was good and I had powerful legs due to my rugby training, I knew
I'd never be really fast as my feet weren't broad enough.  Anyhow after
some consideration I agreed and the following week I presented myself at
the local club for an assessment and while it went okay the head instructor
was of the same opinion as myself, I would never be quick through the water
but that I should think about the water polo team instead.  I liked this
suggestion and started training for the team never realising just how
knackering it was!

Some weeks of going to hell and back with every muscle in my body screaming
for mercy I was invited to take part in a practice match after the race
training had finished and it was then I saw him again.  He was sitting up
in the balcony overlooking the pool, obviously fresh out of the water as
his hair was still damp albeit he was dressed to go home.

Yes I know this sounds crazy but I really wanted to make a good impression,
not for the team, not for me either but for him and so it was for that
reason I played my heart out but as the whistle blew he upped and left
leaving me slightly deflated however I did secure my place on the team and
for that I was grateful.

This was getting stupid. I wanted to talk to him. I found myself day
dreaming about him. I desperately wanted to get to know him and a couple of
days later I had that opportunity.

Lunch break that day I was bouncing a rugby ball about in the playground
and out of the corner of my eye I spotted him watching me and my heart went
into my mouth. It was now or never so I gave him a cheery wave.  My God! He
smiled at me and waved back!  I lobbed the ball in his direction and he
made a passable job of catching it. Ice broken!

"Hey! How's it going?"

Poor kid turned scarlet!

"Um I'm okay thanks."

"Didn't I see you at the swimming club on Monday?"

"You noticed me?"

"Of course. You were up on the balcony watching me make a dick of myself
playing polo!"

"I thought you were rather good actually."

"Well thanks for that but I'm a beginner really. What's your name?"

"Michael but I like to be called Mike."

I reached out to shake his hand and as we did so he blushed again,
wonderfully!

"It's really nice to meet you Mike. I'm Aaron by the way. What style do you
swim?"

"I like individual medley but my strongest stroke is butterfly."

"Shit. Really? My butterfly is crap, more like a hump-back whale rather
than a butterfly. You know the sort of thing, lots of splashing about but
very little movement through the water!"

Obviously pleased with the compliment, he smiled broadly giving a show of
his perfectly even white teeth.

"I thought you were the sort of boy that would be good at everything you
tried?"

"I wish! Maybe one night at the club I'll show you how shit my butterfly
really is and then you'll never want to be seen with me ever again!"

"No! That'll never happen. Honest!"

He obviously realised the implications of his words and blushed again big
time, desperately embarrassed so I tried to put him at ease.

"Thank God for that! I didn't want to lose a friend minutes after meeting
him!"

"You mean that? Friends, - with me? You're way out of my league. How come?"

Now I'm on thin ice. I wasn't thinking sexually about him but I knew I
wanted to be near him just as much, if not more than I guessed he wanted to
be close to me and I couldn't think why I felt that way.  Saved by the bell
as the saying goes.
 Five minutes before resumption of academia for the afternoon and a chance
for me to come up with a good and plausible reason for me wanting his
friendship and company.

"Hey Mike? Where do you live. I mean what area?"

"Hyde Park Road. Why do you want to know?"

"I'm not so far from there and I wondered if you wanted to walk back with
me tonight, that's all?"

"I'd like that Aaron. Thanks!"

*****


That evening following school we met at the gates and took the mile long
walk towards home.  It wasn't long before he raised the earlier question of
why I wanted him as a friend.

"You know, you're three years older than me and normally the bigger boys
look upon us as a pain in the arse, your good at sports and I'm rubbish,
swimming aside that is so why do you not tell me to fuck off and stop
following you around?"

"So you admit you do follow me around then?"

It was getting towards dusk so I couldn't see his blushes but I'd bet good
money on the fact that he was!

"Well, I guess so. I mean I admire your rugby skills and stuff but even
though I'd never spoken to you I liked you from a distance. Does that make
any sense?"

"Maybe you've just answered your own question. You see I noticed you around
at break times, at rugby practice and at some of the games and I never told
you to fuck off because I was really rather flattered."

"Thanks but you've all those girls mobbing you all the time so I still
don't understand and how come you were flattered?"

"Mike I honestly cannot answer that question `cos I don't know myself. Just
an instinct maybe that you were a really nice guy and someone I really
wanted to get to know.  Do you know something? I'd see you on the touch
line during practice and I was always disappointed when you were not about
when it was over. I can't explain why."

"Really? Wow!"

With that Mike threw his arms around me in a very brief hug then pulled
away sharply.

"Sorry. I shouldn't have done that."

I pulled him close and hugged him back and as I held him I could feel him
relax.

"Don't ever apologise to me for showing your true feelings Mike. What you
did then was beautiful and I am so pleased you did it, okay?"

"It was a bit gay of me though wasn't it?"

"I couldn't give a flying fuck either way. Hell I'm still cuddling you
aren't I? Anyhow it feels good and if feeling good is a crime, gay or
otherwise, I for one don't give a shit!"

Mike giggled at my swearing so effortlessly and eloquently!

"Cool! I never thought of it that way."

"You should start. I liked it because it was spontaneous and came from the
heart not like the girls you were talking about. They see me as a trophy,
not someone they really like but just something they can boast about to
their friends."

"You want a regular girl friend?"

"No way! I'm too young and aside from anything else, if they want to open
their legs and say `help yourself' then who am I to argue!  It's odd
thinking about it though. I've had the pick of the bunch but none of them
really struck a chord with me. It was good sex but there was nothing more
than that for me and actually I was quite pleased once they'd left. I don't
know."

"I don't know if I want a girl friend. Is that too weird?"

"No it's not weird at all. You're still young enough to still see girls as
creatures from another planet. Believe me with your looks they'll be round
you like flies round a honey pot give it a year or so!"

"You think I'm good looking?"

"I would prefer to use the term stunning looking actually. Oh God, that
sounds just too close to gay for comfort!"

"Nice though! Thanks."

"Look I live just round the corner from here. Do you want to walk to school
together in the morning?"

"That'd be nice, thanks. That is if you don't mind being seen with me
hanging around you?"

"I don't care what other small minded people think. We're friends aren't
we? Fuck `em I say!"

"Brilliant! Night Aaron and thank you?"

"For what?"

"Just thank you."

*****


I lay in bed that night and if I was to die right then and there, my
tombstone would have just one word engraved on it. `Confusion'.  I could
see Mike, every detail of him.  I could still feel his urgent cuddle.  I
could almost smell him.  My heart rate would up a notch just thinking that
I'd be seeing him to walk to school together and I wanted to hold his hand
as we walked but the really odd bit was, I didn't care. No seriously now, I
really didn't care.  Not that I thought of it at the time but I don't
recall any sexual `thing' accompanying these thoughts but I knew enough to
understand that here was someone I wanted to be with so very much and the
possibility that I was in danger of falling in love with him, gay or
otherwise didn't matter to me. What scared me a little bit that he might
not feel the same way about me.  Fucking hormones! Why can't I fall for a
girl?  I judged that things would run the distance no matter what and not
without some difficulty, fell asleep.

*****


"What's up Aaron? Not hungry this morning?"

"No Mum I'm okay. I just don't have much of an appetite right now."

My Dad piped up "I think he's in love. That's how I felt when we first
met."

"Dad?!"

"Are you Aaron? In love that is?"

I could feel the heat building in my cheeks, none of this was lost on my
mother.

"Who is she son? Is she pretty?"

I desperately wanted to say `Actually it's a he and he's fucking drop-dead
perfect' instead I stammered something stupid like "It's not like that and
I'm not, - in love that is."

My Dad just smiled and my dear mother just shook her head and said "If you
say so Aaron but it's nothing to be ashamed of."

How is it that we can't tell the truth like "It fucking is if I were to
tell you" but it's not possible.  At best they would just tell me it was a
childish infatuation, at worst I'd be grounded for an eternity and as
neither option appealed, I kept my council and made my escape from the
house at the first opportunity.

This meant I was left hanging around in the drizzle for half an hour until
Mike turned up.  Oh yes my heart did skip a beat when I saw him as well!

"Been waiting long? You look like drowned rat!"

"Thanks for the compliment Mike. Yeah I've been here for about half an
hour."

"You should have gone on without me rather than getting soaked through."

"I didn't want to. Anyway I didn't want to let you down. We said we'd walk
together after all didn't we?"

"You got soaked for me?"

"Yes so what?"

Mike took a quick look around and gave me a hug.

"That's really nice of you Aaron but I'm not sure I deserve it."

"Yes you do. I really like you and anyway I had to get out of the house as
my folk were giving me the third degree."

"Nothing too terrible I hope?"

"No nothing terrible at all actually but there are some things you can't
discuss with your parents aren't there? Well this was one of them."

"I guess I'm luckier than you then. My folk are really laid back probably
due to them being hippies or as I remind them, aging hippies! But no I can
talk to them about anything that's on my mind. You for example."

"ME!!! What've you been saying about me?"

"Oh they know I've wanted to get to know you for ages and how I was worried
that you'd get pissed off with me hanging around you so last night they
were really pleased for me that it had happened finally. You don't mind do
you?"

"Mind? Fuck no I don't mind in the slightest. I just think you're very
lucky that's all. I wanted to tell mine about you as well but it didn't
seem right somehow."

"Why?"

"My old man accused me of being in love `cos I didn't want a big
breakfast. It's not the first time I've not wanted breakfast for heaven's
sake! Anyway I had to get out."

"Because he was rather closer to the truth for comfort?"

"Sod off Mike!"

Mike stopped walking, grabbed my wrists and looked into my eyes.

"I told mine that I thought I was falling for you Aaron. Maybe you didn't
want to hear that but I had to tell you before I got to the point where I'd
get hurt.  Tell me to sod off again and I promise you faithfully I will and
I'll never bother you ever again. Just pretend it never happened if that's
what you want?"

"You know that's not what I want in this life or any other. I'm not as
free-thinking as you and I'm confused as hell here.  I went to sleep
thinking about you, woke up thinking about you. What does that say about my
feelings? I'm in denial. I never thought for a moment I'd fall for another
boy and okay it's happened and I'm scared shitless!  God I don't want to go
to school today."

"Who says we have to? We could always go back to my place? My folk should
be about leaving for Glastonbury anyway and we'll have the place to
ourselves. What do you think?"

"We'll get seven tonnes of shit on Monday for not turning up and that's a
fact!"

"We'll just have to think our way around that one then. So, what do you
say? We'll be late now anyway and that'll mean detention?"

"Okay. I'm up for it. I mean I couldn't concentrate on stuff if my life
depended on it anyway."

We wandered the back streets towards Mike's house hoping we weren't
spotted. Stupid in hindsight as we would collect on the Monday morning
spotted or otherwise!

We entered the house through the back door and were greeted by Mike's Mum
and Dad.  He didn't show the slightest surprise at this whereas I was ready
to make a run for it!

"Hey Mikey! Who is your friend? Stupid question! You must be Aaron, right?"

"Er yes I'm Aaron Mrs Bancroft. It's nice to meet you."

"Even nicer for us to meet you! Mikey doesn't take breath without you
coming up in conversation! Now here you are and I never knew he had such
good taste in boyfriends!"

I blushed for England but Mike's Mum was a poppet and saw my discomfort.

"He thinks the world of you, you know that?"

"I think the world of him as well, sort of taken me by storm actually."

"I can see that but something else is bothering you.  Yes I might be a bit
alternative, an aging hippy as Mikey keeps telling me. We've time enough if
you want to talk."

"My parents. God I can't believe I'm telling you this!  They think I'm in
love with a girl and I want to tell them the truth because I love them but
I can't find the words. I'm scared sh..."

"Shitless! We understand that but you must look at it from another angle.
They love you probably more than you love them. I can tell this from your
appearance, the way you're dressed and so on and it's my guess that they
only want the best for you. A good education, a good start into adult life
and most importantly is your inner happiness. After all, what use are the
first three without the fourth. Nothing Aaron. Absolutely nothing!  If
you're sure about your orientation then you must tell them. Sure the truth
can hurt but lies hurt more. If you lie to them and later they discover the
truth, how do you think that will make them feel?"

"They'll think I couldn't trust them or confide in them."

"Precisely! You are how the Gods meant you to be. You cannot change things
to suit other people's wishes and neither should you try. It's your life to
live and yours only.  That said, you must retain the love and support of
your folk and treat them as you would want them to treat you.  Sorry if I
bang on sometimes!"

"No you're right. I never looked at it like that but it doesn't mean I'm
not really confused, scared even?"

"It's a real man who is prepared to confront daemons for the sake of love
and if you love Mike, you will find the opportunity and strength.
Anyway. We've got to go now. Please don't trash the place Mikey or if you
do, try to put it back in some semblance of order before we get back!
Goodbye boys and good loving to you both."

With that they were gone leaving Mike and I alone and for the first time,
all the secrets were out.  I think I'd declared my love for another and
much younger boy in front of his parents and they were happy with it?  Mike
had said as much some time before and so it just left me to sort out my end
and yes. I was worried but buoyed up by the attitude of his folk.  I took a
fresh look at Mike.  He looked radiant, relaxed, calm even and more
beautiful than I remembered.

"Aaron?"

"Yes that's me?"

"You ever kissed another boy?"

"No but I think I want to."

"Anyone in particular?"

"Nah! Anyone will do really but..."

"Let the lucky guy be me?"

*****


We stayed at his house for the rest of the day and as God is my witness, we
really didn't do much else other than cuddle up and talk. Oh all right we
kissed a bit, a lot, fuck it our lips hardly ever parted if you really must
know.  That was enough.  I've kissed many girls, fucked them without
passion, a couple up the arse but it was just for the moment but right
there and then I didn't want to rush headlong into sex with this wonderful
boy.  Yes okay perhaps you think that's so stupid but that's the way I felt
and I think that Mike felt the same way too as never once did he suggest
going further.  Is that the way love rather than lust is? Prepared to wait,
suffer almost until the time is right?  Whatever.

I walked home with a mixture of elation and foreboding.  Elated that I'd
found Mike and that it was so obvious that we loved each other, the
foreboding because I knew tonight I had to come clean with my parents.  I
comforted myself with the thought that if it did go tits-up I could go back
to Mike but my fervent hope was for understanding.

*****


"Hi Aaron. How was school?"

Now or never and Mum, I hope you're in a good frame of mind!

"I didn't get as far as school Mum. I bunked off."

"You did what? That's not like you? I thought you liked it there?"

"Yeah well I do normally but today was different. Is Dad about?"

Mum looked at me quizzically.

"I'll get him. Are you sure you're alright?"

"Mum I'm fine. Really okay but I need to talk to both of you, please?"

With all three of us sitting around the kitchen table I felt as if I was
the chairman of the board, both of them waiting for the bombshell and like
`I've shagged these three girls and now they're pregnant' seemed tame by
comparison to what I was about to say.

"You know this morning when I didn't want breakfast?  Well I told you a lie
and I feel really bad about it."

Dad intervened.  "Well sometimes it's easier to say nothing at all
especially if you'd rather people shouldn't know son."

"Dad it wasn't like I said nothing, I lied to you and deliberately and no
matter how I feel about my reasons for doing so, I love you and that was a
really nasty thing to do."

"So what was the lie son?"

"You said something about me being in love and I said I wasn't. I lied
because I am in love."

"I'm hardly surprised, let's face it, your reputation with the girls
travels fast and we guessed it was only a matter of time!"

"Oh shit!  I'm sorry for swearing but you've got it all wrong, it isn't
anything like that. I've fallen in love with another boy. Now do you
understand?  Lying to you was an easy option but I know how I feel and
despite whatever your reaction was, I owe it to you to tell the truth.
I've done it now. Think of me how you wish."

Hearing a pin drop doesn't come close!  Then my Dad spoke up and that in
itself came as a surprise!

"Well Aaron. I don't know what to say. I commend you for your honesty but
otherwise this has come as something like a bolt out of the blue."

"It did for me as well Dad but I have to be truthful to myself and my
feelings. I just wanted you to understand that I could never live with
myself without you knowing and that despite whatever your reaction was."

Mum got in on the act at this point.

"Thanks son. I'm not overly enthusiastic with the idea of my only son being
gay but as your father said, the very fact that you've told us means so
much.  Yes we'll always love you no matter what. That's the way it goes."

"So do we get to meet this young man?"

"So long as you're nice to him Dad, anytime you like.  I've met his folk
and they're really nice. Maybe we could all get together? It might be
easier for you?"

"We'll give it some thought. Are they comfortable with the situation?"

"They're just pleased that he's happy. Nothing more than that except that
they like me too."

"That's very commendable and under the circumstances I think we ought to
meet.  Given your honesty and your desire to tell us the truth which must
have been very frightening for you, I'll contact the school and cover your
absence for today and tomorrow but on the understanding that you promise me
you will never truant in the future.  Do we have a deal son?"

"Yes Dad. I promise you.  Can I call Mike please?"

"By all means call him so long as you're not on the line for hours, in fact
why not invite them over now?"

"Them isn't an option. His folks have gone off to the Glastonbury festival
for the weekend, he's on his own."

"Oh for heaven's sake! Invite him over Aaron?! On his own? That's crazy!"

"He's okay Dad, honest. They trust him on his own."

"What part of `invite him over' do you not understand Aaron? I don't care
what his folks do or do not do, get him here and pronto!"

*****


"Hey Mike, it's Aaron. My parents have asked you over."

"What?! Why? Did you say anything to them?"

"Er yeah I did. Everything pretty much. They want to meet you. No more than
that, they want you to come over for the weekend so you're `safe'!!"

"Weird! Okay I'll pack a few things and see you in a bit. Will they be okay
about things?"

"I dunno but my guess is they will. I've yet to fathom out the adult
thought process.  Mike? Please come over?"

*****


Now I wasn't in the slightest bit worried about Mike meeting my parents. I
knew they'd like him but I was more bothered about me.  Mike was
comfortable with his sexuality whereas I was totally new to this and I
didn't know what to expect or how to act.  Sounds stupid now doesn't it?
You should just be yourself and act normally but the realisation that I was
definitely bisexual if not gay was shock enough and now, not twelve hours
after admitting to Mike that I loved him, I was being thrust head long into
something that I would have preferred to have evolved gradually.  It wasn't
to be that way because I was brought down to earth by the sound of the
doorbell.

"Are you going to let your friend in Aaron?"

"Yes Mum, I'm just nervous that's all."

"Everything will be fine. Go and answer the door."

There he was! In that split second I realised that this was the first time
I'd seen him out of school uniform and if it was at all possible he looked
even more beautiful than ever.

"God Mikey, you look wonderful! Come on in and meet my folk. Are you
nervous?"

"Not especially. The way I see it is they will either like me or they
won't. It's you who I want, not them. That said, I hope they like me!"

"It would make things easier! Come on, let's get it over with."

I led Mike through the house to the kitchen where my father was sitting at
the table reading the paper and my mother was fussing about trying to look
busy.

"Mum, Dad? I'd like you to meet Mike and please don't rein act the Spanish
Inquisition on him?"

My Dad was the first to speak. He got up from the chair and held out his
hand in welcome.

"It is very nice to meet you Mike. It's not every day that Aaron has a
friend visit."

"It's good to meet you too Mr Palmer and thank you for inviting me over. I
hope I'm not putting you to any trouble?"

At this point my Mum chimed in.

"Absolutely no trouble whatsoever Mike. It is really good to meet
you. Would you like some coffee?"

And so it went on, coaxing bits of information from him. His background,
education, his parents and then the question they really wanted to ask.

"So you two are really close then."

"I love Aaron Mrs Palmer. He's my every waking thought. The one person in
the world I constantly want to be with so yes, we're close."

"And you Aaron? Is that how you feel as well?"

"Mum. Do you honestly think I don't feel the same? It took a lot for me to
tell you earlier but I HAD to tell you. Yes I love Mike."

"Yes we both understand how much courage that took and we are very proud of
you for being so honest with us.  Sorry Mike if we've grilled you but we
had to know that is wasn't just a mutual infatuation or crush.  Aaron why
don't you show Mike your room? We'll bang the gong when supper's ready."

I for one was grateful for the chance to escape. Even though Mum and Dad
had been gentle enough, I still felt rather embarrassed but interestingly
enough, Mike didn't.  Once in the privacy of my room we talked about it.

"I'm sorry. You must have felt really bad having them fire all those
questions at you?"

"No it's okay. I kind of expected something like that would happen, after
all they want to know that you're happy with things and let's face it, I've
come along and upset the apple cart big time. Anyway, I like them!"

"Okay then, so why didn't your folk give me the interview?"

"They already knew I was gay so for them it was just a matter of time
whereas yours have had the bombshell just today. I think they've accepted
things very well considering."

I held him close. Very close planting kisses on his lips all the time
getting more urgent with each one.  Mike opened his lips and we started the
inevitable tongue dance and I could feel his cock swelling in his trousers,
mine had already passed that point and was at full mast in my boxers.

"Maybe we should cool down a little Aaron. Supper might be any minute and
we don't want to go down looking flushed!"

"I could happily miss supper for more of this."

"What? No breakfast and then no supper? Not wise under the circumstances!"

Right on cue the gong sounded summoning our presence.. I squeezed Mike's
hand then went down to join my parents.

*****


As we were helping with the washing up, my Dad appeared from his study.

"We're going to my club this evening Aaron and probably won't be back until
gone mid-night so you'll have the place to yourselves. Not too late to bed
please although I'm not expecting you to go to school tomorrow.  Eleven at
the latest, okay?"

"Yes Dad that's fine. By the way? What are the sleeping arrangements?"

"Your mother and I have decided that there would be no useful purpose
served in making up a bed in one of the spare rooms unless that is you want
us to?.

I was getting really good at this blushing thing!

"What Dad is saying is that you have a queen sized bed in your room and
doubtless you want to be together."

"Thank you. I don't know what to say."

"We were young once remember? You run along and don't do too much damage to
my wine cellar!"

"Thanks Dad."

*****


Once they'd left for the club, I liberated a bottle of something `not too
expensive' from the cellar and took it through to the drawing room where my
Dad bless him had lit us a blazing log fire.  I poured us a glass each and
we sat squat legged on the hearth rug.

"Well here's to acceptance Mike. I never thought it would go down so
well. Cheers!"

"Neither did I. They were even okay about us sharing a bed!"

"Maybe they thought that it didn't much matter where we were sleeping `cos
if we'd a mind to be together we would anyway."

"Talking about sleeping together, there's something I want you to know.
Ever since I started thinking about sex, I pretty much knew I was different
from other boys and the longer it went on I realised I was gay but I want
you to understand something. You are the first boy I've ever cuddled let
alone kissed. As for anything heavier, I'm completely inexperienced and I'm
a bit scared you'll be disappointed with me."

"Hey. Just looking at you gives me goose bumps. Just holding you makes my
heart race, kissing you gives me an adrenalin rush. I don't know what to
expect but given the last three, I think whatever happens later will be
absolutely incredible. I don't believe anything with you will be in anyway
disappointing."

"Sweet."  "I guess it's just a case of going with your instincts. Whatever,
I really want to find out!"

"Horny toad! Tell you what. The fire needs building up and we've drunk the
wine. Shall we go up now?"

*****


I let Mike shower first before making absolutely sure I was squeaky clean
for him. My mind was doing cart wheels and my heart was banging in my chest
like a jack hammer.

I walked back into the bedroom and dimmed the lights right down low before
sliding into bed beside my boyfriend.  Mike turned over and I fell into his
arms.  Oh God he felt like nothing I'd ever experienced before.  No girl
I'd been with had ever felt so good.  His skin was warm and soft as silk
and I wanted to touch him all over and his kisses set my brain on fire.  We
ran our hands all over each other, probing and exploring, our kissing only
stopping to come up for air, our cocks mashing into each other begging for
attention.  Slowly I ran my hand down his chest visiting each puffy nipple
en route. Onwards to his stomach and south to my goal.

I ran my fingers through a sparse patch of pubes before ever so gently
wrapping them round his throbbing dick.  Mike shuddered outwardly and
groaned at my touch.  He was pretty well put together for someone of his
tender years. A good four inches of uncircumcised manhood, little balls
draw tight to his body and his sac soft as wrinkled mole skin.  I toyed
with him like he was made of crystal, afraid that I'd break him but I
wanted more.  I had always loved giving girls oral and on the very rare
occasion, being on the receiving end and so I ducked under the duvet and
carefully took him in my mouth using my lips to fully retract his foreskin.

Mike was mewing like a kitten as I slowly took as much of him in my mouth
as I could manage.  It was a strange sensation. He was as hard as steel but
velvety soft at the same time.  I was hooked and instinctively worked him
as I would like to be worked and it wasn't too long before his breathing
became erratic.

"Aaron I'm almost there! You better get off before I cum!!"

Get off him? In your dreams get off him! I was going to milk him dry and
whatever he offered would be gratefully received!

"Aaron I'm telling you, oh God please! Oh God yesss, OH MY GOD!!!"

Mike went ridged, his hands gripping my shoulders as he shot three sharp
globs of cum into my eager mouth.  I savoured them on my tongue before
swallowing, returning to his now half-hard cock to collect the dribbles.

How I managed to do that so naturally is a mystery to me even now. Maybe I
just wanted him completely I don't know but I do remember not being in
anyway disgusted by this indeed I wanted him more, my feeling towards him
gone up to a higher level with the realisation that we had just shared the
single most `personal' act possible.

Mike came down to planet earth and cuddled into me.  "I wanted to do that
for you first, you sod!"

"Well I'm older than you and age has its privileges! Mind you I'm not of a
mind to stop you later if you want."

"Have you heard of '69 ing'?"

"Yeah and I know where this is going as well."

Mike giggled.  "Yeah well. I've wanted you for a long time, longer than
you've been interested in me so I want you to feel good as well. It's not a
one-way street is it."

"No it's not and you're right. I never thought I'd say this but I want us
to be lovers, real lovers but I'm not sure how it progresses from this."

"We'll grow together `cos I'm not sure either. Are you okay? Horny I mean?"

"I'm sleepy. Today has been hard and I'm shot to bits actually."

"And me as well. Hold me close. Let's go to sleep."

*****


The following morning I woke as if from a horny dream. My cock was being
gently toyed with and I could feel warm breath on my stomach.  It took me
just a few moments to realise where I was and who was with me as no girl
had ever stayed around long enough for a repeat performance the following
morning.  I could feel the soft hands on my bits and it was obvious to me
that if Mike carried on that way it wouldn't be very long before I reached
the point of no return.

I gently pushed him away and scooted around so we could pleasure each other
and once in position I lapped between his soft hairless legs and around his
balls.  Mike briefly stopped his ministrations on me and gave out a gasp.
That spurred me on to run my tongue up between his ball sac and his bum
lapping gently at his silky-soft skin. For his part he redoubled his
efforts on my dick, my climax drawing ever closer.  I switched my attention
to Mike's cock which was dribbling precum at an alarming rate.

I don't know which of us was making the strangest noises but only after a
few minutes I could feel my moment coming.  I tried to hold off but the
torture was just too much.  My balls tightened into my groin, I could feel
the wonderful suction of Mike's mouth on me but right then he stopped
momentarily just as I could feel his dick swell in my mouth.  We came as if
one being.  Mike's offering lesser than the previous evening but mine,
having been kept right on the edge for God knows how long was massive.
Poor kid. I could hear him cough as he attempted to swallow my seed and the
thought flashed through my head that he was doing what he was doing out of
duty, not liking the taste but more like returning a favour.  I needn't
have worried because seconds later I could feel his tongue `cleaning me up'
before poking his pretty head above the sheets.

"Wow! That was better than the best thing ever! Do you always cum that
much?"

"No that was a biggie. I've not done like anything for ages."

"What no girls? Not even a wank?"

"Nothing. I was kind of hoping, waiting to see... Well I was waiting to see
if you... Were interested. That's all."

"Does that answer the question then?"

"More than answer the question! I love you Mike. I want all of you and I
want you to want me back."

Mike looked pensive then said "How do you feel about, you know... about
fucking me?"

"Jesus I'd fucking kill you!"

"I've read up on it and they say it hurts like fuck to begin with but it
gets so good that you want it all the time."

"I couldn't hurt you, you know that."

"Yes but everyone has to go through it sometime so why not me with someone
I love and trust?"

"You really want to? I mean I've no hangup's about it but I'd be worried
about you."

"You'd stop if I asked you, wouldn't you? I want to try it with you, not
right now, not this minute but soon.  I love you Aaron?"

"Oh God! Mike, I love you as well!"

We just lay in a heap together, his head on my shoulders.  I can tell you
now, I'd never felt so at ease, so comfortable and happy in my entire life
as I was at that moment.  With the girls I'd had it had been way different,
wanting them to fuck off as soon as I'd cum but with Mikey? So very
different.  Had he got up and left I think I would have been inconsolable.
I was just so consumed by him, never wanting to get out of that bed, not
ever!  His gentle touch, his breath on my cheek, his warmth, everything
about him made me need him more.

So this is it then is it?  This is how love is?  Holy shit! Bring it on!


This was only going to be a short piece but I've overdone it so there will
be another chapter.  Thoughts and comments are very welcome and all,
however critical will be responded to.  Please address these to the author.

Andy.

footea81@yahoo.co.uk