Date: Mon, 12 Mar 2012 17:59:11 +0000 (GMT)
From: Andrew Foote <footea81@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: For the love of Mike 5

This is a story about the blossoming relationship between two young
adolescent boys both of whom are under the age of consent.

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Andy.

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Chapter 5.


A new day and I felt rather better about my Mum and Dad's attitude.  They
made no mention of our involvement with each other but none the less it was
good to get away from the house even if it was only to walk the mile to
school together.

"That's it then Aaron. Another week of crap and no opportunity to be
together."

"Well not exactly. We can't `be together' as you put it but we have the
walks and dinner times and anyway, I thought you wanted to check out this
Asian kid?"

"I thought you wanted to, not me?"

"Mike??"

"Okay we both want to. I give in!  So what's the plan then? We stalk him
all week and then pounce on him when he's least expecting it?"

"Is that what you'd do then?"

"Not really. I did stalk you a little but I `knew' somehow.  By the way I
think his name is Jon, short for Jonathan or something but it could be
short for something oriental. Any help?"

"Yes not!  You say he's a mean squash player."

"Did I? I thought I said volley ball?"

"No you said stuff about him being fast on his feet, returning his own
serves, remember?"

"And?"

"You can't return your own serves in volley-ball unless you're seriously
jet propelled, bionic man or something."

"Oh!  Maybe it was squash then.  You know me, unless it's swimming or.."

"Cucumbers?"

"Fuck off Aaron!  Swimming or, or -- whatever, I'm hopeless!"

"Okay shit-for-brains.  Where did you see him so very fast on his feet
then?"

"On the squash court."

"I worry about you, I really do!  When did you see him then?"

"Lunch time.  He was there lunch time one day last week but please don't
ask me what day because I can't remember."

I let out an exasperated moan.

"So all we have to do is spend quality time hanging around the squash
courts waiting to see if he turns up."

"Yes."

"Good job I have a rather better plan then isn't it!  We organise a late
table at lunchtime and go book a squash court for 12.15 and go and have a
game!  What do you think of that then?!"

"Do you know how to play squash?"

"Not a clue.  I was rather hoping that as you'd seen him play you might
have caught up with some of the rules."

"Aaron?  He was playing with himself?  No!!  Playing by himself!  Oh fuck!
How am I supposed to know if he didn't have a partner?"

"Okay then.  We will just have to make it up as we go along."


*****


This lad was a no-show that lunchtime and our interpretation as to the
rules of squash were somewhat misguided as were most of the balls.  I
caught one right on my left tit and now it's a rather angry shade of
purple, my tit not the ball and Mike took one on his collar bone with much
the same result.  Mike's first `love-bite' caused by an unfortunate liaison
with a squash ball.  Yeah right!

None the less we persevered with our quest for this elusive `Jon'.  We both
decided that squash was good fun mainly because we both ached like fury
afterwards but with the added bonus that the squash courts had their own
separate shower facilities and we had the chance to get closer at least for
a wet cuddle and a quick BJ before lunch.

By Thursday lunchtime he was still a no-show and our squash skills hadn't
improved much either.  I for one was getting ready to give up on the idea
altogether but Mike persuaded me to see the week out and as things worked
out, I was really pleased he did.

We abandoned Friday's game at around 12.45 and headed off towards the
showers when we heard the all too familiar sound of someone playing on the
adjacent court so we ran up the stairs to the viewing gallery.

Sure enough there was a lone figure expertly smashing a ball around the
court at a frightening pace and made even more impressive as he picked up
on his own shots with apparent ease.

For a while he didn't seem to notice us but then he dropped a shot, cursed,
walked over, picked up the ball before wiping the sweat from his forehead.
He glanced upwards and noticed us watching. Mike waved and he responded
with a shy smile.

I called down to him.  "You're very good!"

"No not very good.  Not bad maybe but not very good!"

"Okay but seriously better than we are.  Where did you learn to play?"

"In my home country, Singapore.  Why do you ask?"

"Well like there's no way of getting any coaching here so I was just
curious, that's all."

"What is the time?"

"It has to be about 1 o'clock."

"Thank you. It's time to shower now."


*****


Mike and I got to the shower room first and once out of our kit we went
into separate showers rather than our preferred option of sharing one so we
could get our rocks off with each other.  This left nothing vacant for this
other lad to use.

"I'm sorry but I won't be a moment." I shouted.

"It's okay. There is no real rush." He replied.

I exited the shower to see him stripping off.  God he had a body to die
for!  His muscle tone made it obvious that he was somewhere around my age
but that was where the similarities ended.  He was no more than 5'5" tall,
slender but like I say, nicely defined muscles.  His skin was the most
beautiful shade of olive and completely hairless aside from a jet black
bush around his dick and that by the way, was about three and a half inches
soft and uncut.  I must have gone into a bit of a day dream because he
caught me looking.

"Not very much to see is there?"

Acting all nonchalant I replied "Looks fine to me!  What's your name?"

"Jonathan but I like to be called Jon.  And you? What is your name?"

"Oh. I'm Aaron and my friend in there, the one who takes two weeks to
shower is Mike.  So tell me. How long have you lived in England then."

"Only three weeks.  My father is here for his company and so he brought us
over with him.  Us being my mother, my brother and myself."

"You speak very good English for only being here three weeks?"

"Ah! In Singapore English is the second language.  It is a major financial
centre in Asia so everyone learns it."

"Nice one!  Look you go and shower and we can talk afterwards if you like?"

"I would like that very much. Thank you!"

As Jon slipped into the vacant shower Mike reappeared.

"So? What's he like?"

"Nice.  His name is Jon, short for Jonathan.  He's only been here three
weeks and he's with his Mum and Dad and his brother.  Oh and one other
thing. He's sweet enough to eat!"

Mike pouted in mock hurt.  "Okay I understand. Him rather than me then?"

"Fuck off Mike! Hey it was your idea in the first place, remember?"

"Alright already! Only joking!  Anyhow what's he really like? You know?"

"Hot!"

"Oh come on? How hot is hot for God's sake?"

"You wait until he finishes showering and you can judge for yourself.  I'll
just mill around and wait for you to finish perving him, okay?"

"You are a total shit, you know that?"

"Yes! Ah come on Mike? It was your plan and you know I really ain't
interested in anyone else don't you?"

"Thanks. Yes I know that Aaron but none the less I get jealous easily and I
was bothered."

Fortunately I didn't push the point any further because Jonathan exited the
shower and walked over to retrieve his towel.  Mike groaned and this wasn't
lost on him.

"You've never seen an Asian boy naked before?"

Poor Mike looked as if he was about to have a seizure!

"Um... Well no I've not but I wasn't really looking you understand. Just
curious is all."

"Yes I understand but I have never seen a westerner boy naked either so
maybe another time??"

"Aaron will show you! Not me!  I'm not a perfect specimen like he is."

"Oh so he's a perfect western boy is he? You know a lot about him and how
he is put together.  I envy you!"

Mike looked as if he'd been hit by a left hook!

"Well I... I mean I don't... oh damn it!!"

"It is okay! I am comfortable with everything!  At home we are not so
fucked up about such things and it is very good to meet other boys like me.
I was beginning to believe that my brother and I were on our own here."

"Your brother?  You mean that you and your brother...?"

"Let me just say we look after each other's needs.  We are living in a
strange country and we feel a little lost in a new culture so because he is
younger than me, I feel he needs my closeness and attention."

At this point I interjected.

"Are you going to the dining hall Jon?"

"Yes I'm very hungry even if the food isn't so good!"

"Come on. We'll go together, get to know each other and talk some more."

"That would be very nice. I don't know too many people yet.  Maybe another
time I give you lessons at squash?"