Date: 9 Jul 2004 12:03:44 -0000
From: Lowie <blowenbe@go4.it>
Subject: Michael's Game, Gay Authoritarian Teen

Chapter 1

	At the tender age of twelve, I played Little League and watched HBO
more than anything.  My friend Mike and I grew up together -- even carpooled
together to Middle School.  Slightly older, but much more precocious at 14,
Mike was a girl magnet.  I seemed more like a sidekick sometime.  But this
had its benefits. Girls always brought friends.

	Then one summer day (when the girls were scarce), we started
playing "the game."  We put socks on our hands and danced, asking "what
would you do if a girl did this?"  He usually started the game by asking me
the question before touching my butt or caressing my dick over my clothes.
Eventually though, as the Game continued daily, Mike became the clear
aggressor -- coming up with new tricks, ideas, and acts.

	One night we were both rearing to get started, but his sister
wouldn't leave.  We moved closer to each other on the couch while watching
Eddie Murphy RAW. When Mike's sister went to bathroom, he immediately
grasped my hand and put it on his dick.

	"Are you always hard?"

	Mike retorted, "Yes, and you like it."

	"But your sister..."

	"She'll leave soon."

Right then she walked out but didn't even turn her head.  She waived while
walking out the door and got in her boyfriend's car.

	"What about the socks?"

	"Don't worry about them," he said.  I guess they were pretty futile
and only got in the way.  I gave him a hand job, which got him close.  He
complained.

	"C'mon, don't leave me with blue balls."  I continued using my
hand, but he told me.  "Kiss it.  Go on.  I won't tell anyone.  Please, I
am dying here." As I kissed it, he shoved it down my throat.  I gagged.  He
said, "no, you're doing so well."  Here, and he pushed his oversized penis
toward my lips.  I opened more to gasp at its growing size than to
willingly take it in my mouth.  But, once it was in, he held my head in
place and fucked my mouth.  As he was getting close, he announced it and
let me pull my head off his cock.  He came all over my shirt.  He
apologized and lent me one of his shirts.  Then he said, he had to go get
ready his dad to pick him up.  I had to go home.


Chapter 2

The next day he comes over to my house.  Just walks right in, which is kind
of normal because we do that at each other's houses.  But this time, I
didn't even call him nor did he call me.  He just sauntered into my room.
While I was at my desk trying to finish my math homework, he walked up to
me and just looked at me.

	"I can't play right now.  I have to finish my math tables before I
can go anywhere."  At twelve, your parents still run your life.

	"But you don't need to go anywhere."  And he motioned to his
crotch, which was noticeably thicker than before.  "What? Mike.  No.
Didn't I help you with that yesterday?"

	"Yes.  But, I need your help again.  C'mon.  You like it.  You like
it.  You like it" as he pulled me towards his crotch.  I kept resisting.
So, he just took it out.  It was already hard and throbbing.  He placed it
on my homework and rubbed it on my hand.  I tried to push it out of the
way, but he grabbed my hand and wrapped my fingers under his on his meat.

	"See.  That's not difficult." "Brian, c'mon."  Then he pulled my
heads toward it.  "Don't worry, I'll warn you before I cum."  With that I
lowered my lips onto my older best friend's penis a second time.  He
encouraged me.

	"Wow.  You are getting better at this. Here, take some more.  There
ya go.  Take it deeper.  Deeper."  That's when I stopped. I pulled my head
off it and asked: "wait, aren't girls supposed to swirl their tongues
around it.  I mean that's what we should like, right?"

	"Brian, show me."  So, I covered my teeth with my lips, lowered and
extended my jaw, and licked the underside of his cock.  He moaned.  I
chuckled, but he didn't like that.  "Don't stop.  Don't take your lips off
it."  I grew scared that he might not warn me before cumming.  I tried to
pull away, but he grabbed my ears and shoved me back on his cock.  Gagging,
I wiggled off it.  But, to no avail.  He pushed me against the side of the
desk next where I was kneeling.

	Then he stopped short, pulled his dick out and said get on the bed.
"Why?" I asked.  "So we can suck each other at the same time."  That seemed
logical.  But, of course, I was on bottom.  He made me undress and get on
the bed.  Mike swung his body over mine, his cock swinging like an
explosive pendulum over my face.  He commanded, "open wide" and stuck his
cock in my mouth while slowly taking my hard cock in his.

	I gagged a lot in this position.  Over the next few months, this
seemed to be his favorite position, hence I gagged a lot.  And he always
ended up on top, shoving his dick down into my face.  His balls always
slapped against my nose and eyes.  Sometimes, he even made me eat his
asshole. But that was the farthest he would make me go...until I came back
from summer camp.


Chapter 3

	Upon coming back from camp, he immediately met me at my house.  My
parents had told my friends when I would be coming back.  Right when I
walked in the door, he offered to help me carry my trunk and duffle bags.
He really can be such a sweetheart.  Once in my room though, he shut the
door.

While I was unpacking on the floor, Mike looked at me funny.  I guess I was
ripe for the taking. He grabbed my hand off the luggage and placed it on
his crotch.  Whoa.  His cock was rock hard, like granite and it seemed much
bigger than when I left 4 weeks ago.

"Go ahead and take it out.  You know you want it."

"I've been at camp..." -- he cut me off, "so then you really want it.  Don't
you Brian?"

I just squeezed it gently and grew even more.  "Go ahead.  Unbuckle my
pants."  I did as he said.  Then I looked at it.  It had gotten bigger. The
mushroom tip was thicker and more umbrella-like, his length also seemed
enhanced.  But, what I really noticed was that his public hair had grown
darker and thicker as his cock had grown wider.  He was almost three years
older than me.  He just seemed so much more manly.

Grasping his meat, I looked at it, examined its contours.  "Just stick it
in. Stop wasting time."  I started sucking his dick again.  This time he
pulled my hands away and said, "No Brian.  Only use your mouth."

I sucked for maybe 5 minutes when he said, "Okay, now take your clothes off
and get on the bed."  I did as I was told, assuming we would just 69 again.
But he had different ideas.


Chapter 4

	Mike grabbed under my arms and shifted me sideways.  He unbuckled
my pants for what I thought would be a reciprocal blow job.  I didn't know
what was happening until he twisted me some more and I was on the bed on my
stomach.  I immediately felt the tip of his cock on my thigh, so I
squirmed.

	"No.  Hpmhh... Michael.  No."  He didn't stop.  I put my hand back
trying to push him off me, but that only made him more aggressive.  I heard
him spit and it landed on my butt cheeks.  I squealed by a pig as his
cockhead entered my anus.  "Mike!  No."

He didn't listen.  "It really hurts."  He grabbed my protecting hand and my
flailing hand, pushing them above my head.  Using only one of his hands, he
held my two arms in place -- his other hand guiding his meat into my rectum.

"Brian, it's okay.  You'll get used to it."  He kept pushing.  There was
nothing I could do.  I wanted to scream for help, but then how do I explain
this to my mom! Mike kept thrusting, slowly at first.  But, as more and
more of his cock sliced through my asshole, he picked up the pace, jamming
it in and then pulling slowly out.

The pain was incredible.  I continued to plead softly, not wanting to draw
attention to my room and my best friend fucking me.  After about ten
minutes, he pulled out and I gasped.  But it wasn't over.  He shoved it
right back inside me and I groaned.  He started to hit something inside me.
The pain subsided as I discovered the pleasure of being assfucked.  I
moaned.

Noticing this, Mike stated, "See, I told you. Soon this is all you will
want" quickening his pace.  "That's it, just take it. Hmmm.  You like it.
Don't you Brian."  I just moaned louder.

"Be quiet or your mom will hear."

"Please stop."

"Okay, we can stop for now."  He pulled out suddenly, releasing my hands.
"Okay, but you can't leave me with blue balls."  Placing my right hand on
his penis, he moaned as I stroked him.  His penis was all slimy and gross,
but he really needed to get off.  Another couple minutes, his penis
expanded in my palm and squirted all over my bed.  He just sighed, got off
my bed and put his pants back on.  I pulled up my own pants and underwear
gathered around my ankles.

Then he just let himself out.