Mike was always getting good remarks from his parents too, even though they'd never seen him out with a girl or otherwise date a girl. What his parents didn't know wouldn't hurt them.

Mike certainly knew what he wanted. He had known too, after talking to several older gay people on the phone, that everybody wasn't so "sissy". That was just the point; Mike knew he was gay, but at the same time he knew he didn't fit the "sissy" mold; on the contrary, he was rather "butch".

Of course there were times that he felt like the perfect QUEEN - and when he could, he flaunted it. He had always liked to go into his parents' room and look at himself naked in front of the full-length mirror, drawing his arms into muscles and thrashing his waist around looking at his hard rod. He did have a nice-sized rod - one day last spring he had measured it and it came out to be exactly seven and one-half inches. He also had a nice patch of hair around it too, and all over his balls - blonde hair.

"God, I'm such a stud," he would say everytime he felt of his meat. He came into the house and closed the door. He felt good inside. He was thinking about his next-door neighbor Marty, whom he had known since fifth grade. Marty had grown up part of his life in Spartanburg, South Carolina and had moved here.

Mike's hair was long in back - he liked it that way. Long in back, parted down the center. Sometimes Mike wore underwear, sometimes not; he didn't like to wear it, but he did like the way it looked and he knew that it was usually the last thing that most guys had on, that after they took that off he could see everything they had. He also found that when he was younger it made him hot to think of kids running around in underwear and then stripping out of it to nothing.

He went into his room, took off his black Reebok Hi-Tops and his white socks. He eased out of his yellow muscle shirt and put it on the bed. His right hand went to his left tit; it was standing. It felt good to play with it. "Oh this feels so cool," he thought. He played with it for a moment, then he slid out of his faded 501's. "Shit," he thought, "jeans. I'm not wearing anything but shorts the rest of the summer." He was down to his jockey shorts. Laying his jeans on his bed, he slid his hand under the waistband of his underwear. He went into his parents' room and looked at himself now in the mirror.

Mike stood 5' 8" tall, he wasn't super tall but he might have a couple more years to get a couple more inches, he didn't know. His voice had changed when he was fourteen. He had a very youthful looking face of course and still didn't have to worry about shaving. "I'm such a kid," he thought. He had also used a tape recorder since he was quite young, recording changes in time and in his life. He had done this since he was about twelve, and he still had the recordings! It drove him crazy to sit back and listen to some of those recordings with the voice he had then! "Those were crazy times," he would think, "I wanted to do things so bad then." He still did, but he had already done a lot.

Now Mike was looking at himself in the mirror. He did have some hair on his legs, some thick dark hair which he loved to look at and feel. He ran his hands over it now. "Oh, you stud," he said out loud. "I'd love to fuck your brains out and suck your cock while I was doing it.."

Again he ran his hands under the band of his underwear. His cock was now very stiff, and he could look in the mirror and see the head of it and the piss slit through the thin cloth of the old underwear. He had worn this pair quite a few times, and it was nearly transparent. As it stiffened, it really stuck out in front and caused the legbands of it to also protrude in front. This brought some of his crotch hair into plain view. He ran his hands now over his hairless chest, down and encircled his also hairless navel. "You little boy!" he said. "I want your body!"

The doorbell rang.

He figured it was Marty, so he just went as he was. He went to the kitchen and opened the door. It was Marty, Marty came in barefoot and wearing a pair of bright green shorts, nothing else. Marty was seventeen, but was still taking a lot of the same classes as Mike, so they saw each other a lot during the day. It was fun in computer class because even if they were on opposite ends of the class, they could type "/SEND/TERMINAL #" and type notes back and forth to each other. I suppose they had been such good friends to each other that they actually bordered on being boyfriends; perhaps they were boyfriends. It was really that close a friendship. Still so far they had done pretty damned good keeping it under wraps.

Marty looked down at Mike's condition. "All steamed up, eh?"

"Yeah.. couldn't help it," Mike grinned, his dick pointing right at Marty, and now there was a little juice coming out of Mike's slit. You could see it making the fabric just a little more transparent.

"On that boner," Marty said. "How cute.. I am too.."

Marty dropped his shorts to the floor. He was now wearing nothing. He was rock hard, too. It was about seven inches long, and it stood out so that Mike didn't have any trouble seeing his balls at all. "Damn," said Mike, pulling down his underwear now. "Marty, you are so cute."

"You are too," Marty echoed, dropping to the floor and clamping around Mike's dick.

"You know," said Marty, "it was so wild, all those years ago.. like when we went to the restroom and all, you'd pull it out to pee and so would I, but I never would look at you because I was afraid you wouldn't like me if you saw me lookin' at how much meat this friend of mine had."

"Yeah.. I know, I felt pretty much the same way," replied Mike. "C'mon, let's go sit down."

They went over to the couch after Mike locked the door and sat down with their Cokes. Marty put his hands all over Mike. "God, I could fuck you a hundred times without stopping for a breath," Marty said, pecking him on the cheek.

"Damn it all," said Mike, "all those years we were kids and all.. and we were too afraid to do anything."

"May I remind you that we're still kids and we're still together?" said Marty.

"Yeah.. yeah.. I know.. I just got carried away."

"I could carry YOU away," Marty said, picking Mike up. "No, what are you doing? Put me down!"

"Stop squirming! Or you'll make me DROP you!"

Marty carried Mike into his bedroom and put him on the bed. Mike's dick was still hard. "I'll be right back," Marty said and ran into the kitchen to get Mike's underwear. As he carried them back into Mike's room, he was breathing them. He took one long breath as he arrived back in Mike's room with them.

"Ahhhh," Marty said. "Nothing like worn underwear, he said, trying on Mike's undies. They fit him too.

"Hot damn," Mike uttered. "You little faggot!"

"Yeah, and there's another!" said Marty, referring to Mike all stretched out on the bed. Marty took off the underwear now, rolled it up and popped Mike's cute little butt with it a couple of times as if it were a towel. Then Marty dropped the underwear to the floor and got on the bed with Mike. They rolled around to face one another.

They kissed each other on the lips.

"Mike, I have to tell you something," said Marty.

"What?"

"You know I'm guilty of looking at guys, shit man, who isn't? But I mean.. YOU are the only dude I care for. You are the only dude I've ever thought about. Hell, I've jacked my weenie off all day before thinking about you!"

"I feel that way about you," Mike said. "Nobody else cares for me like you do."

"Shit," said Marty, "they don't know what they're missing."

"Marty, do you ever.. like to look at your hot bod in the mirror?"

"All the time. I had a mirror put in my bathroom so I could see myself wag it around.. and when my parents are away like yours are now, you can come into our living room just about any day and see cum shots just hangin' off the ceiling.."

"Damn!"

"Yeah," said Marty, "I like to take that thing when I shoot it off sometimes and just put it in a cup.. drink it. I love cum.."

"Yeah I do too," said Mike. "I could give you my hot fuckin' load right now."

"I could take it from ya, too," he said as he started sucking Mike's dick.

Mike moaned in pleasure as Marty sucked his hard cock. He felt of his balls as he sucked. With all his touching, licking and sucking, within two minutes Mike was shooting stream after stream of hot semen into Marty's mouth, and Marty savored every drop.

"That's good shit," Marty said.

"Really?"

"Yeah.. so hot 'n' steamy.. Mmm.. want me to give you mine?"

"Yeahh..." said Mike now, feeling so horny that he was developing another hardon. Marty was unquestionably hot now, his boner had never gone down and after tasting Mike's hot wad, it had started dripping with pre-cum. Honk! Mike's mouth was planted around Marty's dick as he began to suck. He pulled off one time and licked his balls, got them soaking with his spit. The boys were in ecstasy as Mike now licked Marty's mushroomy cockhead, and went right back down on the rest of it.

"Damn," said Marty, "I love that.. you make me feel so good.. aww shit little boy, I'm coming.." and he pumped out more juice than Mike could take. Mike smiled. "I love it when you call me a little boy..."

"That's funny," said Marty, "I like being called that too. Mike got his underwear and dried off Marty's balls, then kissed them. "Damn," said Marty as Ricky began to rub his sensuous legs. Mike pulled his underwear over his head and stuck his nose out the fly. Marty laughed.

"You're CRAZY!" Marty told him.

Mike snorted at him with the underwear on his head, then took it off. "That was neat," he said.

"Mike, have you ever laid in bed at night with a hardon, and seen just how much juice came out? I love doing that and just smearing it all over.."

"Yeah, done that a few times," he said. "God, I swear I love you," Mike said, snuggling next to Marty.

"Oh, fuck, I love laying here next to you.." Marty said. "Dammit Mike, what I'm trying to say is that I love you..."

"Shit," said Mike, "I love you too. Ever since I've known you, you've been like a brother to me..."

"Me too," said Marty. "I never had a brother either. God, that's wild.."

"Yeah, it is.."

Marty had brownish hair and brown eyes, and the way his skin shone in the sun, he looked like he was part Indian. In fact he had a little Indian blood running through his body. He had a little chest hair and a nice patch around his cock area too. He even had a little around his asshole. Now, in fact, Marty rolled over on his side and Mike played with his ass. He stuck a finger in there and wiggled it around. "Poke, poke, poke," Mike said in his young voice. "Oh, I just love poking things. Poke, poke, poke, WHAM!" and Mike shoved his hard dick up Marty's ass.

"Pump me, motherfucker! Give me all you've got!"

Mike humped Marty's ass like a bucking bronco. Marty had his face buried in a pillow, Mike was on top of him literally fucking his brains out and in less than two minutes, he was cumming again. Then he grasped Marty's waist from behind and hugged him. He wrapped his legs around Marty's legs and kissed him on the back of the neck, which was hard to do since Marty's hair was just about as long in back as Mike's was.

"I like the way you poke, cowboy!" said Marty.

"Better be careful, or next time you might just get branded! Ow! That was terrible!" Mike remarked.

"I thought it was kind of cute."

Marty picked up the phone, dialed his number and got the answering machine. His parents were still at work. "Mom, this is Marty," he said to the machine. "I'm going to spend the night over at Mike's if you need me give me a call. Later, bye..." and he hung up.

"You really ARE such a little boy," Marty said. "Ooo!" said Mike. They went and showered together, they soaped each other up and washed each other off. They really did love each other, they had just been so busy lately with school and parents that they really hadn't had time to do anything together.

"I was going to get a summer job," Marty said. "To hell with it, you're more important."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean I want to spend all summer with you."

Then it hit Mike. It hit him all at once, like a bolt of lightning.

"Shit, Marty.. we'll start.. loving each other and everything, then after we graduate, you'll go away to some fancy college and I'll never see you again!"

"No way man! I'd never do that! I'm not even going to college. You're the only reason I haven't dropped out of high school yet!"

"Naah.."

"Yeah dude, you are. You know, I never will forget that day that I finally got over being too chicken-shit to ask you if you were really gay," Marty said.

"Yeah, I won't either. You were shaking like a leaf on a tree dude.."

"Well, I felt like it was a mistake to ask, but it was so OBVIOUS.."

"That I liked the same things you did? Hmmph!" said Mike.

Marty was fourteen and Mike had been thirteen and a half when it happened. They were over at Marty's house playing video games and Marty informed Mike that he'd be right back - he had to go shake the dew off his lilly. Well damn, Mike had always wondered, for the four years that he had known Marty and seen him JUST ABOUT everyday, just how big his lilly was. It seemed that anytime Marty or Mike even remotely mentioned something about their sexual organs or anything having to do with them, they always smiled at each other. There was a certain magnetism there. All along, they each seemed to know what it was, but were afraid to say or do anything about it for fear of upsetting the other. Until this day after school, when Marty was in the eighth grade.

Marty went in the bathroom, closed the door. Mike got up, eased up to the door. He heard Marty start peeing, opened the door a crack and looked. Marty was standing there, looking down at the toilet and waving his stream all around the bowl, back and forth. Hell, Mike couldn't take it anymore and just burst right in on him. "I gotta take a pee too," he said, to try to cover for the sudden interruption.

But there was another bathroom downstairs, unoccupied 99% of the time. A smile had widened on Marty's lips. Marty had only seen Mike naked at the change-out room at the swimming pool, and vice-versa. Mike pulled out his dick as he purposely stared at Marty's. He looked up at Marty, Marty looked back at Mike and his dick. "Sure you had to pee," said Marty when Mike's dick didn't piss a drop. How could he, it was rock hard! Marty's hand had dropped to feel of Mike's cock when he felt his own cock stiffen. Then they left the bathroom and went back to Marty's room with their cocks still out.

Both boys knew the joys of jacking off. "I - I gotta tell you sump'n," Mike said in his pre-adolescent squeaky voice at that time, "I - I think about you a lot, I mean, at night man. After the lights are out. I wish sometimes you were in that bed with me.."

"Damn," said Marty, "I've wished that too. I really have. Man, have you ever wished that I could.. do shit to you like suck your dick and all?"

"Yeah!" said Mike, without hesitation. "All the time! I mean, I think about you a LOT..."

"Yeah, I think about you too.. things like, 'I wonder how big his dick is..'"

"Here it is," Mike said, as if he were saying "the wait is over!"

Marty had put his hand on Mike's warm hard cock. He left it there a moment, then got up and locked his bedroom door in case his mom left her TV and came upstairs to check on them. When Marty did this, Mike pulled his pants and his underwear all the way down. As he pulled his underwear down past his cock, his cock bobbled back up like a buoy in the ocean.

Marty too pulled his down, and even took off his shirt. Well, having seen Marty get totally nude for the occasion, Mike followed suit.

Marty put his hand on Mike's dick again which was still just as hard, if not, harder. Now nude like this, and knowing they were both hard, they had suddenly opened up a whole new avenue of discussion for each other. The whole time prior to this, neither one had talked to the other about girls or sex or much of anything relating to the subject. Now they knew why.

"Do you know how to jack off?" asked Marty.

"Yeah I do.. I play with it a lot and think about you.."

"Yeah I think about you, too," said Marty.

Mike looked at Marty's cock some more. Marty had a little hair around his, and Mike didn't have any. But Mike did have some hair on his balls. "Marty, do you shoot that white stuff?"

"Cum?" asked Marty, "yeah.. I do.. it shoots out and gets all over me..." Marty put his hand on Mike's leg. "Does it bother you for me to touch you?" he asked.

"No! I like you touching me. It feels good."

"It feels good to me, too," said Marty, now rubbing Mike's leg. Mike started rubbing Marty's leg, too.

"You wanna see me shoot a load?" asked Marty.

"A load?"

"Yeah, a load of cum. It comes out when I really.. you know, start feeling as good as I can."

"Yeah.. is it sticky?"

"Yeah, it is.. I've tasted it before too."

"Can I taste some?"

"Sure.. wait til I tell you I'm cumming.. then get real close and I'll give you some."

"Okay!" said Mike, as Marty started jacking off. Well, Mike, seeing this also started jacking off and came with a dry orgasm not long before Marty did. Marty's mushroomy dickhead was really getting big and red. Mike kept watching that slit as he saw some sticky stuff come out in a small stream. "Is that it?" Mike had said.

"No, that's stuff that comes out when you get really hot.. like I am now. It slicks up your dick a little.."

Marty told Mike that he was cumming. He shot his load in Mike's mouth, and got some more right in his face. It was a big load of cream. Marty licked it off his face. "Well," he said, "how did you like it?"

"It was good!" said Mike, licking his lips. "Mmm! I wonder when I can do that!"

"It won't be long," said Marty.

Marty kept looking at Mike's dick.

"Did you get off?" he asked Mike.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, did you cum? Did you go as far as you could?"

"Oh yeah! Shit, I didn't know what you meant! Yeah, I jerked it clean off.. but

I didn't get any white stuff..."

"You will," said Marty. "Hell, your voice hasn't changed yet.. Ooo.."

"What? What do you mean, ooo?"

"You just have a cute voice, Mike.."

"Yeah.. well, thanks."

"You do, I'm serious, it's good to hear a little boy's voice.. I think I lost mine six months ago.."

"Do you think it's... sexy?" Mike cracked.

"Yeah, I do.. REAL sexy. Sexy as hell.."

"Ooo!" Mike had finally said.

Now, having known each other THIS long and feeling the same emotions for themselves, they were more at ease with themselves than ever before. Mike lay there with Marty beside him now. He thought back - he remembered the summer that Marty had gone away to Daytona Beach for a week. It was hell for Mike. But he remembered, it was hell for Marty too, and Marty swore that he would never go off like that again - unless Mike was with him.

Mike smiled at Marty now. "My, you look like the cat that just ate the mouse," said Marty. Mike was showing Marty that dashing boyish smile that Marty had come to appreciate. "What is it?"

"Oh, nothing, I was just having thoughts about things you could do to me.."

"Oh, like molesting you?"

"Yeah," said Mike, still grinning.

Mike remembered the last time that Marty had fucked him. He had loved it.

"What you want me to do?" asked Marty.

"Fuck me. Fuck my brains out."

"Yeahhhh.. that's what I'll do.." said Marty.

He went to the bathroom and put a little Vaseline on his dick. Then he came back and rammed it up Mike's ass. Mike moaned as Marty started to really pump it. "I'm gonna fuck your brains out," said Marty, getting faster.

"Yeahhh.." Mike moaned, feeling Marty's dick slide in and out of his tight asshole and stroking his own meat. "That feels good..."

Marty pumped Mike with fury for a couple of minutes before he pumped all his hot sweet juices right up Mike's ass. Mike seemed to cum at just about the same time. "Ahhh.. Marty said "how was that, little boy?"

"I loved it!" Mike said, cupping his balls. Marty's tool had massaged Mike's prostrate as they fucked. It certainly had encouraged Mike's dick in the act of shooting out his juices, too. Mike's bedsheets were coated in his own semen. As Marty pulled out of Mike's ass, Mike looked at his still-hard cock; it was coated with Marty's own hot load. He instantly stroked his own cock, not seeming to let it go back down. He rubbed it on Mike's stomach and across his breast. "Oh, it feels so hot, like's its on fire baby!" Marty shrieked. Mike burst into laughter.

"What are you laughing for? You're the one that caused it!" Marty said playfully.

Mike really did enjoy being called a little boy; so did Marty for that matter. Mike told Marty that he had tried putting things up his asshole, like hot dogs and things of that nature.

"I.. have too," reported Marty. "It was cool as shit, especially if you nuke it up like twenty seconds in the oven.. gets all the refrigerator chill out of it.."

"Yeah.." Mike said. He got up and went into his parents' room with Marty. He had to look at his body in the mirror - the two of them together now. "Yeah," said Marty, "let's admire the shit out of each other!" he beamed.

Mike made muscles again in front of the mirror. "Grrr!" he said as Marty felt of his muscle. "I want on long tube socks!" Mike said and went back in his room, putting them on and his white jockeys. He paraded back in front of the mirror. He did look good; anybody that could have gotten their hands on that body would have easily done so right there.

Just then, Marty took his dick, stiff from all the observation - both of them stayed horny about as often as they got thirsty - and eased his dick into the back of Mike's underwear at the asscrack, and let it just kiss his asscrack. "Try ramming it into my hole through the cloth," Mike persuaded. He did; there was just enough stretch in the cloth to allow Marty to put the head of his dick with the cloth into Mike's hole, but at the same time it opened Mike's fly and caused his dick to protrude out the front - it simply took all the cloth Mike had to offer.

Marty pulled out and rearranged Mike's underwear for him, rubbed a hand across Mike's sweaty chest and pinched his tits. It was plain as a tropical rainstorm in the jungle that these two were inseparable.

"Oh, you are so wild," Marty said. "Yeah, I know, you are too," Mike replied.

"Go.. put on a white T-shirt," Marty said, "then come back and lemme see how you look, you stud.."

He followed through with Marty's wishes. In walked Mike dressed now in his tube socks up to his knees, underwear and a T-shirt. His slight tan that he had gotten from mowing the lawn really showed now against the white fabric. He smiled at the mirror, showing all his teeth. God did he look the little boy that he was. "I wish I were thirteen again," he said.

"Why? Then you couldn't drive that great little Stingray you have out there in the driveway.."

"Yeah, yeah, I know... I just wanna stay young forever..."

"Me too," said Marty. Mike thrashed his waist a little now. He got his skateboard out of his room and did a handplant on the floor in front of the mirror; when he did you couldn't help but see his dick through the fly of his loose underwear; it certainly wasn't the newest pair he had.

"So cool, so very cool," said Marty, who couldn't skate. Mike skated some, but certainly wasn't all THAT good at it. Mike played the guitar and he was pretty good at that, as well as being able to drive all the girls crazy at school. He put his board back in his room and again stripped off his clothing; Marty put on his underwear and wanted to go back in front of the mirror. Mike did, too. Mike looked at every inch of his body now in detail; Marty took Mike's underwear and stretched the band way out in front and let it snap back a few times. Mike got down now and lay flat on his back in front of the mirror and spread his legs, getting a direct view of his hot little asshole. It was a little red where Marty had utilized it a few minutes ago. He felt it; there was still a little moist semen around it where Marty had wiped his dick on it when he pulled out. He wiped his moist hand under his nose. "Ahh.. that smells so good," he said.

"Wanna fuck me, dude?" Marty said, his dick so hard that the underwear stuck straight out in front. He took the underwear off now and threw it from the entrance to Mike's parents' room into Mike's room.

"Yeah yeah yeah yeah.." Mike said, eagerly, stroking his already hard dick.

Mike fucked him right there in front of that mirror. He got a chair and leaned over on it. Mike got close and stood fairly straight, being able to rest his hands on Marty's back as he pumped in and out. Faster and faster Mike went, all the time thinking both how good this felt and how good it had felt when Marty pumped his ass. It sure wasn't long until Mike shot off again, pulling out and letting his load go into free space as he kept stroking it. Marty turned around in time to catch some in his mouth, a nice load. "Remember when you asked me when you'd be able to do that?" asked Marty.

"Yeah dude, I sure do.."

And they both cleaned up, and headed for the shower..............

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