Date: Wed, 17 May 2006 23:53:31 +1000 (EST)
From: Michael Aldous <mdus69@yahoo.com.au>
Subject: "Michael and Me"

This is a gay erotic story, if it is illegal for you to read this,
DON'T. You have been warned.

Why can't I have loving parents like some of the guys I call my
friends. They don't give their kids all sorts of restrictions. At least I
don't see it.  My parents are always making sure that I do have chores to
do before and after school, and I also have to look after my little
brother, who is 5 years younger than me. What a drag. No time to just play,
my life sucks, or so it seams to me.

As I grew up the previous statements all seemed to be directed against
me. At some particular time when I was between 12 and 14, my height seemed
to increase rapidly, my voice dropped suddenly, I had to start to shave at
least once a week, sometimes twice. And suddenly I was embarrassed if my
mother should see me even partly undressed. My body started changing, I
started growing hair, around my penis, only a few strands here and there,
so I shaved it off, then more and more grew and there was just too much to
shave off, so I left it.

I had been having these weird dreams on and off for a few years
now. Somehow they were all involving some sort of sexual
exploration. Mainly with some of the local girls, but sometimes with some
of the local boys. Then I started to wake up just after one of these dreams
to find that my P.Js were wet and sticky.  What was happening to me?

One of the local boys (Michael) who was a couple of years older than
myself, were talking one day.

 "Hi John, you're growing up pretty quick now, do you wank yet?" He asked
me, quietly.

"What do you mean `wank yet'? I asked him.

"Come with me", he said, and started walking away.

I followed him, and we went into this field, nearby, which had a funny
thick hedge in the middle of it.  Somewhere in the middle of this hedge was
a space to crawl through to the inside, where there was a bit of an area of
flattened grass, which was completely screened from the outside.  Michael
knelt down and unfastened the fly of his trousers and pulled his penis
out. It looked only a bit bigger, than when mine was soft.

"Get yours out as well" he commanded.

I was rather embarrassed, as mine had gotten very hard.

"Go on, hurry up and get it out", he said.

I hesitatingly opened the fly of my trousers and tried to take out my
penis. It was very difficult to do with a full hard on. I had to unfasten
my fly all the way down and then unfasten the top of my trousers, letting
them fall to the ground. I took down my underpants so that I could easily
get to my penis.

"Wow", said Michael, "You're bigger than me, and I'm 2 years older than
you, you've got a whopper!"

His penis started to grow at this time, and was soon very hard, like mine,
but not quite as long or as thick.

"This is `wanking'," he said as he grabbed his cock in his right hand and
started to move the skin down from his cock head then back up over the cock
head. "Go on, you do it".

So I tried, my first, clumsy masturbation session, with another guy. Just
moving my hand slowly, bringing my foreskin over the head and back down,
time and time again. Oh! The feelings I was getting were absolutely
fantastic.  I noticed that Michael was now doing it a lot faster than when
he first started. His face screwed up, almost as if he was in pain.

Then he said, "I'm Cumming, I'm Cumming," and let out a groan as he shot
about four jets of his cum all over the grassed area where we were.

I started to speed up a bit as well, Oh Wow, the feelings got even
better. It didn't take me long before this most magnificent tingly feeling
took hold of me; I shuddered, closed my eyes, and almost fell over as my
cock seemed to be exploding. I opened my eyes and saw this thick creamy
stuff shoot out of my cock.  Much further than Michael's had done. I kept
on shooting my load for at least 6 or 7 jets before it slowed to a
dribble. I wiped my sticky hand on the grass, to clean the goo off.

Michael said, "That was wanking, did you like it?"

"It was the most wonderful feelings I have ever had", I told him.

"Like to do it again?" He asked.

"Sure" I answered.

We pulled up our trousers and tidied ourselves up a bit. Looked out through
the hedge and saw a couple walking up the path. We stayed quiet where we
were until they were out of sight, and then crawled out of our hiding
place.

A week later, Michael and I were again in `our place' within the hedge, and
again we started doing what we did last time.

Michael said, "Stop doing it for a minute, and take your hand away."

I did, and he took hold of my cock and started doing it for me. This felt
much better than when I did it. So I thought that I should do the same for
him.  It wasn't long before we both shot our loads onto the grass between
us. Again, I shot almost twice as much as Michael, and about twice as far.

"Wish I could shoot like you", he said

"OK, but your stuff is a bit thicker than mine," I told him, "Mine is more
watery than yours".

Next week, we started the same way as the previous weeks, then Michael
said, "Take your trousers right off, and your underpants".

I said, "Only if you do the same"

We both took our trousers and undies off at the same time. Michael took
hold of my cock stroked the skin back and forth a couple of times, and then
he put my cock in his mouth. I had a difficult time not shooting my load
right then, and there. The feelings were completely out of this world. He
slid my foreskin back with his lips and tongue, and licked around the head
of my cock. Fortunately he kept stopping; otherwise I would have shot my
load straight away.  I thought that putting my cock in his mouth was rather
dirty, but he didn't seem to mind. If anything, he seemed to be enjoying
doing it to me.  I plucked up courage to ask if I could do that to him.

"Why Not" he said.

So we changed positions, and I knelt in front of him, looked at his cock,
which still wasn't quite as big as mine, and thought, well Here Goes, and
tentatively licked the end of his foreskin, and lightly nibbled on it. I
stuck my tongue inside his foreskin and slid it round and round the head.

"Oh Ahh, Oh Wow" was the sounds coming from him, so I guessed that I must
be doing something right.

I thought that it would taste bad, but it didn't. It did taste a little
salty, but I didn't mind that.

He said, "Stop, OH Stop, I'm nearly Cumming already".

So I stopped sucking his cock and started licking his balls. These were a
bit bigger than mine, and I could only get one in my mouth at a time. When
they were both wet with my saliva, I tickled them with my fingers as I went
back to sucking his cock. I managed to make him last about 15 minutes
before he said.

"Stop, Oh Stop, Oooh!  I'm Cuuuummming". And he did.

I was so `into it' by this time that I decided that I wanted to find out
what cum tasted like. He flooded my mouth with his load, and I swallowed
and swallowed trying to keep up and not losing any of it. I think that must
have been the biggest load that he had shot so far. The taste wasn't as bad
as I thought that it would be, just a little more salty than licking his
cock, but definitely more of a creamy taste as well.  When he had finally
finished shooting his load, I kept on licking and sucking to get the very
last drop from him.

Soon he said, "Please stop now, I'm getting very sensitive, it almost
hurts".

So I stopped. I was hoping that he would go back to sucking me then, but he
didn't. He apologised, and said that once he goes off, he loses interest,
but he would wank me to climax now, and suck me off next time, which he
did.

Our weekly episodes like this continued throughout the summer, then one
time when we were in `our place', he suggested we `do something a bit
different'.  Both of us were stripped to just wearing our T shirts, our
trousers were laid in a convenient place not far way.  "Get on your hands
and knees", Michael commanded.  He opened this jar of Vaseline; he had with
him and stuck a finger in the gooey substance, and spread it around my
arse, then shoved his finger inside.

"Ow!, be careful", I said, "That hurts a bit".

"It'll hurt a bit more soon, but you will like what I am going to do", he
said.

He moved his finger around, inside me a bit, and then pushed another finger
in.

"Hey, be a bit more careful, that bloody hurts." I told him.  After a
little while it stopped hurting, and started to feel really good. He
stopped moving, and took his fingers out. I felt very empty, but not for
long.  He dipped his cock into the Vaseline, then stuck his cock up my
arse.

"Just try and relax, and it won't hurt as much", he said.

I tried, but it still hurt a bit, not quite as much as when he stuck his
first finger in, but still quite a bit. I felt him sliding his cock further
inside me, and the pain started to go away.

"I'm right inside you now", he told me. "This will be good for both of us".

He then started moving in and out. The feelings I got were fantastic,
better than I could ever have imagined. He kept bumping against somewhere
inside that sent jolts of electricity right through my groin area. My cock
was leaking a steady stream of, (what I now know is), pre-cum, and boy was
I hard. I had never known my cock be so hard, as he moved in and out of my
arse.  Suddenly he started to speed up, and I could feel his balls beating
against mine as he fucked me.

"I'm going to cum in you bum", he said, "Very soon, I'm almost there".

His arms were holding me tight around my hips, as he pushed in and out at a
furious pace. He moved one hand around me until he took hold of my cock,
and started wanking me in time with his thrusts.

"Huh, Huh! I gonna cum" I panted.

"Me too" he panted back, "I'm Cumming. I'm Cumming, Now" and he shoved the
full length of his cock right up me, as I felt it twitch again and again,
in my arse.

My cock was spewing out jet after jet of my cum first onto my face and
chest and the rest onto the grass under me.  Michael laid still on my back,
his cock still implanted deep up me, but gradually deflating. He finally
slipped out with a slight plop sound, and I could feel his cum trickle from
my arse, and run down my thighs.

Michael lay back on the grass. "Wow, that was terrific", he said, "How
about you?"

"Great Michael, Can I do it to you next time?" I answered.

"Did you really like it?" he asked.

"Yes, at first it hurt a bit, but when the pain went away, it was really
great". I told him

"OK then, next time, we'll do it the other way round, and you can fuck me"
he said.

The following week that is just what happened. We met at our usual time at
our usual place, and crept in under the hedge. We started playing with each
other's cocks, then stripped off our shorts or trousers, (whichever we were
wearing at the time). We now always started with a quick wank before going
on to sucking on each other's cocks. We had also discovered the art of
69ing. Which we often did. I could hardly wait to try fucking Michael. I
nearly shot my load, whilst Michael was sucking me, as I was thinking of
what fucking would feel like.

"You ready for me to fuck you, Michael"? I asked him

"Y-yes, but you've gotta get me lubed up first, you can't just shove it in,
you know", he answered.

"Pass me the Vaseline", I told him, which he did.

I dipped my finger in and spread a generous amount, around his hole, then
pushed it in with my finger.  I was surprised that my finger slipped in to
him so easily. I slowly pushed it right in, then pulled it out and added a
second finger. Now both fingers disappeared up his arse, with apparent
ease. I moved them about for a short while, and Michael didn't seem to be
in any pain from it, so I thought, OK here goes.  I dipped the end of my
cock into the jar of Vaseline, smeared some of it along my shaft. Lined up
with his hole and gently sank it in. Michael took the whole length of my
cock up him in one go, without a murmur of protest. The feelings were out
of this world. So hot and smooth, and silky.

"Jeez Michael, this feels wonderful, I won't be able to last long, it feels
so good". I said to him.

I had to keep stopping, every few minutes, to try and make it last. Even
so, I knew that it wouldn't last long. The feelings were just so intense. I
did the same to Michael as he did to me the previous week. I took hold of
his cock and wanked him in time with my thrusts.

"Steady, I'm almost there". He said.

"I can't stop again, I'm Cumming, Ugh! Ugh! Now!" I said as I blasted my
load into his welcoming arse.

As I blew my load up him I could feel his cock pulsing in my hand as he
also shot his load at the same time.  I did the same to him as he did to me
the previous week, I stayed inside him until my cock deflated, then in
total exhaustion, I lay on the grass, almost passing out in the aftermass
of such a wonderful orgasm.  Afterwards I asked him if it hurt him, because
the previous week it had hurt me.

He said, "I knew that you wanted to fuck me, so I've been practicing. First
I used a candle, for a couple of times then I used a cucumber. I know your
cock's bigger than mine, so I had to get used to the size of something in
there, so that it wouldn't hurt me, and it worked".

Sadly, our weekly tryst soon came to an end. My family decided to move
house, and we soon lost contact with each other.  Fortunately only a few
months later I met up with another Michael. (Michael H). But I'll tell you
about
that another time.

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