Date: Sun, 2 Nov 2003 13:58:09 EST
From: Jwest81a@aol.com
Subject: Mike & Me

It was June 1974 and I was 3 months shy of my twelfth birthday. I'm 40 now
and can remember that night like it was yesterday. It was then that I
became fully aware of what I liked and that my dick could be used for more
than taking a pee.

Mike was my sister's boyfriend. They had been going together for a little
over two years now. Both were 17 and would be seniors in high school when
school started up again. It seemed Mike was at our home more than he was
his own. And that didn't bother anybody. He was like a part of the family,
the big brother I didn't have. Anyway I didn't realize why then why I just
liked to look at Mike. I was 11 years old (nearly 12!) and simply
transfixed by this guy. I know the reason now...he was gorgeous!  Mike had
that big "poofy" 70's style hair. As I look at a picture of him now I can
see he had it teased and cut layered for added volume. It was jet black and
touched the top of his shoulders. And man was he cute. Picture a very young
Robby Benson with a Kirk Douglas type dimple on his chin.

Well one night my dad was out of town for work and my mom was out with my
sister. Somehow Mike got roped into babysitting me. I remember saying I was
too old for a babysitter. I don't remember where my mom & sis went but I do
remember I didn't want to go and was putting up a fuss about it. Mike
stepped in and said he would stay with me. That seemed to settle the
argument and off the women went leaving me & Mike.

It was warm and we both were in shorts. We ate dinner and watched some
TV. Mike spent a ton of time on the phone. I was on the floor right below
where he sat on the couch talking to his friends for hours it seemed. I was
right next to his legs and just stared at them almost like I was
hypnotized. Mike had the hairiest legs you can imagine. I'm talking loads
of thick, curly hair so thick in places it was hard to see his skin. I just
stared and stared wishing I could touch those furry legs like I had watched
my sister do one night just a few days ago.

We were watching this movie called "Killdozer" (how many of you remember
that one?) I remember being scared by it. There was something about that
bulldozer taking on a life of its own and squashing people that really
scared me. Mike & Patty made fun of me of course. Later on Mike escalated
things by making a loud motor sound like the Killdozer and grabbed me. I
screamed. They laughed. In the end I did too just a little embarrassed for
being such a wuss. But as they sat on the couch snuggled closely I could
see my sister playing with the hair on Mike's thigh, running her fingers
through it and playfully tugging at it till he had to make her stop. I
wanted to run my hands up his shin right then but dared not be so bold.

Finally thirst tore me away from looking at Mike's legs. I was coming back
from the kitchen. Mike had finished his call and as I rounded the corner he
jumped out at me making that "Killdozer" noise and grabbed me. I screamed
like sissy and yelled, "jerk!" and kicked him in the shin.

I was more scared than mad. He took it in stride and easily wrestled me to
the floor saying, "Oh wanna play rough huh?"

Mike knew exactly how to tickle me for the best effect. He jabbed his
fingers into my ribs and armpits making me laugh so hard my eyes
watered. We wrestled around when I began to notice Mike fighting back less
and less. Finally I found myself seated over his stomach with my hands
pinning his wrists down flat.

He smiled up at me and said, "You got me buddy.  What are you gonna do to
me?"

It was the opening of a lifetime, the stuff dreams are made of. But dumb
me, I had no clue and just slid off him and laid at his side.

During the tussle Mike's shirt had crept up showing his stomach. I'm
convinced the reason I like some of the things I do today is because of
this guy. And one of the things I absolutely love on the male form is that
"treasure trail" below the belly button.

Well, Mike didn't have a "trail" Mike had a damn "clump" of hair. I mean he
had a thick, dense growth of hair that seemed to almost form a ball it was
so full. Above his stomach he had a very thin but very dark, dense line of
hair running down his abdomen. I was close enough to see the little, softer
hairs branching out from it. It looked like tributaries of peach fuzz
spilling into a mighty river black hair. Man my little cock was hard as
stone under my cut off jeans.

All I managed to blurt out was, "You have hair on your stomach!"

Mike grinned and ran his hand down his tummy and asked, "Want to feel it?"

Did I?...Wow yeah!

I placed my little hand on his stomach feeling the coarseness of the hair
below his navel. I remember marveling at how coarse his hair there was as
well as how hard his gut muscles were. Mike was the new captain of the
track team and was in terrific physical condition. As I got more
comfortable feeling his body I pressed harder and marveled at the rock hard
torso he had.

I Remember him moaning just a little as I got my second hand in on the
action. But when I straddled his body and ran both hands up his chest under
his shirt he suddenly tossed me off and pulled his shirt down and sat up
against the couch.

I was hurt, not physically, and could have cried. I wondered what I had
done wrong.

"We shouldn't do this Jimmy." He said.

"Why?" I asked sadly. I was having a blast and wanted to keep going.

Looking back I could tell...Hell, I now KNOW that he wanted this to happen.

"OK but you have to promise you'll never tell anyone about this OK?
Promise?" He said.

"I won't tell anyone Mike. I swear!"

Mike seemed to relax and said, "OK"

He then pulled his shirt right off. It had a logo print of a band called
"the Outlaws" on it.

I sucked my breath in as I got a good look at his beautiful "big boy"
body. He had just a feint trace of soft black hair in the valley between
his firm, but by no means bulging, pectorals. But what I really noticed
were the size of his areolas. They were huge, about the size of a fifty
cent piece with a tiny nub of a nipple bump in the center of their deep red
circle. Lots of strands of kinky black hairs grew around them.

I scooted over and touched his chest and felt his big nips and began
tracing my hands down over his firm, fuzzy torso.

Finally Mike shoved me back and said, "My turn"

"Huh?" I said dumbfounded

"I showed you what I look like with no shirt on now you got to show me."

I was up for it and shrugged my shirt off. If he wanted to see my little
kid's, darn near hairless, no muscled body I'd show him.

I sat before him shirtless. I was not fat or well toned simply average. I
had a scrawny chest and just a touch of baby fat on my slightly soft belly.

Make shoved me to my back. Not rough like when we were wrestling but very
gently, tenderly. He didn't speak a word as his hands softly caressed my
chest and tummy. I can still hear the hiss of his breath as it escaped his
nose so into the moment everything but he & I were blocked out.

He gently squeezed my soft nipples and ran his hands down over my ribs
which showed through my frail chest. His fingers kneaded their way my into
my soft stomach and he poked a finger deep into my big innie button. I
figured that's why I like my navel played with to this day.

He brushed his hand over my crotch and felt the tenting of my cock. I was
embarrassed but Mike played it off. He actually grabbed my cock through my
shorts and said teasingly, "Jimmy's got a boner!"

I blushed and Mike said, "It's OK. I got one too." Then before I could say
a word he said, "Wanna see?"

Again before I could reply he was stripping out of his own cut offs (cut
off jeans were really the in thing to wear then).

He stood up and pulled them off and his big hard on popped free and jumped
up and hit his hard abs with a smack only to come to a bouncing stop
pointing straight out from an incredibly big nest of black as night
pubes. Below all that swung two big balls. Actually one was a lot bigger
than the other but both drooped down pretty low. He laid down on his back
and his hard on laid back over his belly. I remember seeing a strand of
what I now know is precum dripping out from its slit onto his stomach.

He had his hands back behind his head totally opening himself up to me. His
eyes were closed and his underarms were thick with hair. I myself had a
grand total of about 4 stringy hairs under each pit and was so envious.

I touched his body rubbing as I did before but made my way quickly to the
mother load that was his crotch. I gently touched the hard, surprisingly
hot shaft and he jumped slightly at my touch. I slowly stroked it up and
down gradually wrapping my fist around it.

Mike was cut and his cock was perfectly shaped with an ever so slight
upward banana curve to it. The head was slightly larger than the shaft and
tapered. It leaked its slimy precum and I remember playing with it. I
didn't know exactly what it was but figured it was related to the gooey
wads I had been shooting in the night for a year or so by then.

I hoisted up his big set of balls in their sagging sack of flesh.

"Careful" I remember him saying.

Gently I let them down and began running my fingers through his lush
bush. Mike had pubic hair growing out almost to his hips and down the
insides of his thighs. To this day I have not seen a hairier bush than this
kid had.

Mike took my hand and guided it so I was holding his cock. He physically
showed me how to perform the "jerking off" motion, something I have used
almost daily since!

Mike settled back and relaxed with his hands behind his head again and
closed his eyes. He moaned a little and said, "That's nice Jimmy."

I began to pump away on his cock harder and was told to "Settle down" I
obeyed wanting nothing more than to pleasure my older friend. I remember
hearing the wet, slurrpy sounds as his 8 inch teenaged boner dribbled out
more precum and reacted with the pumping of my smallish fist. His big nuts
bobbed up and down on each stroke and gradually I got the hang of it.

Make suddenly placed his hand over mine stopping me and sat up. I look back
and know now that he had been close to cumming and just wasn't ready too
just yet. Again he just said, "My turn."

I gulped but was thrilled to get to have Mike touch me `down there'. I
stripped quickly and sat back leaning on my elbows showing off my preteen
but still well into puberty cock & balls. I won't make up stories and say I
was 9 inches long. I wasn't yet 12 and my hard on was probably just shy of
5 inches. My balls were no bigger than chestnuts but they did have nice
rather long, dangling scrotum to live in. I had a soft patch of darkening
peach fuzz around the base of my cock with maybe 3 or 4 dozen mature, kinky
hairs scattered around.

Mike leaned in to take a good look and the feel of his hot breath on my
aching genitals was about the sexiest thing I've ever felt.

His big 17 year old hand easily enveloped my pulsing 11 year old tool. I
simply could not believe anything cold ever feel this good.

"You've never jacked off before have you Jimmy?" he asked.

I had heard the term but had no clue what it meant and didn't want to look
like a dork and ask the older boys that said it. I was pretty sure it had
something to do with sex or `down there' but was not sure.

I nodded `no' and he just grinned and said, "You're in for a treat then."

Mike began stroking me harder just like he had shown me how to do him. But
then Mike began wrapping his hand all the way up and over my bright red
acorn shaped cock head. My leaking precum made for great lubrication as his
slightly calloused hand caressed my tender boy flesh. It took only a few of
those "over the top" strokes to bring me to the brink. I got scared and
blurted out, "Mike..I gotta Peee!...Gotta pee bad!"

I leaned forward almost sitting up and he chuckled and shoved me back down
with a firm hand to my chest, "You aren't going to pee, you're going to
cum."

"Huh?" I said, "Come what?"

"You're going to shoot out sperm. You know, the stuff that gets girls
pregnant."

"Oh...oh yeah" I settled back pretending that I understood what the fuck he
was talking about. But somehow I knew he was not going to hurt me. I had
come to love Mike.

He stroked me a few more times and soon I was writhing around on the floor
like a fish out of water. I groaned as I felt a tremendous pressure raise
up inside my lower belly and nuts. I thought I was going to explode from
inside out but it didn't hurt. It felt awesome.

Finally I just had to arch my hips upward (instinct is amazing isn't it)
and Mike gave the base of my boycock a squeeze and I shot off like a
cannon. I mean I had cum squirting out of me like there was no
tomorrow. The first two blasts went right over my head and landed on the
couch. The next few hit me in the face and stung my eye.

The next blasts went squirting up and landed on my chest making a pool that
began running down my ribs. Another series of shots landed on my tummy
filling my deep innie navel and created another puddle on my belly. More
cum oozed out and ran down my shaft and over Mike's fist. All the while I
was squirting I was groaning, amazed at the pleasure I was being given as
well as stunned at the curious sight of my first conscious ejaculation.

Apparently Mike too was amazed at the size of my ejaculation, "Geeze boy!
When you cum you cum like crazy. Look at all this."

To this day I don't think I have ever shot the volume I did that day.

Mike went and got some tissues. I think we used half the box absorbing my
baby making juice.

I laid back panting, exhausted. My erection was going down but I was till
fascinated about Mike's nude body. I rolled over and began to pleasure him
just as he had done me.

But as luck would have it we saw the headlights of our car light up the
wall as my mother pulled into the driveway. We both scrambled like mad to
get dressed. It turned out we had plenty of time and by the time my mom and
sister walked in I was on the floor on my belly looking up at the TV with
my chin cupped on my hands and Mike was sprawled on the couch acting like
he was half watching the tube and half interested in the newspaper on his
lap. We were the picture of normalcy.

Mike & my sister Patty took a short walk while mom & I talked a little.

Mike went home and nothing more was ever spoken about what we did. Again,
as fate happens, Mike and Patty broke up no more than a week later. I saw
Mike only a few more times growing up usually out shopping someplace.

I graduated from college and left the small town where I had come of age.

When I was in my mid 30's I was invited to a gathering of local gays that
lived in the small town where Mike and I grew up. I had been gone for years
living in exotic places like Baltimore, Pittsburgh and Cleveland. But I did
go as I was home at the time and a good friend of mine who had come out to
me earlier that year had invited me.

OK yeah, I ran into Mike there. But he was hardly how I remembered him. I
was about 5 inches taller and easily more fit. Mike had stringy, unwashed
hair and was missing few front teeth. His clothes were tattered and down
right nasty. And I could see that his once rock hard abs were now replaced
by a hefty sized pot belly. He had a good 4 or 5 day growth of stubble and
his breath was just atrocious. I could hardly believe this absolutely
wretched guy was the handsome Adonis that had introduced me to the joy of
sex so many years ago.

We talked a little and for the first time since it happened we spoke of
"the night" we spent together. We laughed and he asked about Patty. She's
married with three great kids. He ended up hitting on me. I turned him down
as politely as I could.

I learned later that Mike had had a really hard life and felt more than a
little guilty about judging him. I sadly found out Mike died about a year
later. But Mike, I'll always remember you the way you were that night, 17
and beautiful. Thanks for a great time and a great memory.