Me and Mike Part 4

I hoisted myself up on to my knees and elbows, leaning over him with my balls drooping down, gently brushing against his own.

“What do you want to do?”
“I dunno…”
“You wanna go the whole way?”
He looked uncertain…I could see he was frightened.
“Maybe we should start off a bit easier”
I smiled as sexily as I could…
“Sure…we’ll take it as slowly as you want”
“Look, its not that I don’t want to or anything…”
“Mike…shhhh…I’m in love with you, I’ll do anything you want”

He looked so sexy as he lay on his back stroking the soft blonde hair that ran down the centre of my torso between my pecs and abs. I wanted to give everything to him, to make him feel wonderful, I wanted to give him his first ever sexual experience. So I worked my way down his body kissing every patch of skin that I came to, until I arrived at that throbbing, leaking love pole that protruded from between his legs. It stank of urine and sweat, if it had been attached to anybody else then I would have been disgusted, but the fact that it was the property of Michael Skipton, the most radiant, masculine demi-God that I have ever met made it more appealing than anything I had ever seen, smelt or tasted.

I took a quick peek at his face, it was oddly nondescript, scanning the upper branches of the trees above him – probably searching for rare birds – it made me smile. I knew he was waiting for that moment, and I was ready to give it to him.

I had never tasted cock before and that first time was absolutely magical. My plump lips closed around his spearhead which was absolutely covered in sweet, slimy cum. His back arched and he sighed beautifully with his eyes still fixed on the sky. I held still for a second as my tongue flickered over his bell end, flickering in and out of his piss slit which kept leaking pearly white precum. Then gradually my lips slipped down his rod and his spearhead plugged the entrance to my gullet like a cork in a wine bottle. I swallowed and allowed the mucus-covered muscles at the back of my throat to massage it. Mike let out a little shout of pleasure and he moved his hands to the back of my head and stroked my bristle-like blonde hair. I did it again having witnessed his positive reaction with much the same effect. So I continued, doing it over and over again as he literally shouted at the top of his lungs in unbridled passion.

His cock tasted so meaty, the sensation of it took over my whole body, I actually wanted to swallow it, to have it enter my stomach and become part of me. As I was having these thoughts Mike began to scream. Gently at first, little screams of pleasure in between my swallowing actions; then they all ran together so that he was just screaming as though in great pain. Then I felt it. His soft stomach muscles tightened completely and he almost curled up in a ball before erupting inside my throat. I tasted my first Cum.

It was like having a hosepipe in my mouth, I pulled out slightly so that he was cumming directly on to my tastebuds; it tasted so good, like a thick creamy, salty sauce which complemented perfectly the taste of his meat. After a few seconds, my mouth was full and his semen began to leak out and dribble down my chin. I quickly swallowed, gulp after gulp of his love juice until eventually the well ran dry. I knew he loved my pubes so I pulled away and rubbed his cock dry on my hairs. He loved that.
I drew face to face with my lover and he said something I knew he truly meant,

“Thanks Will” He kissed me.
“Mmmm, I can taste my own cum”
“Good innit?”
“Yeh”

We lay there for a few minutes more. I knew he was having that post-coital endorphin rush which makes you sleepy. I didn’t want to rush him but I was damn horny.

“Mike…It’s your turn”

He turned to me and smiled.

“Alright…what’ll it be sir?”
“Same again baby”

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Ten minutes later we were sharing an endorphin fuelled head-rush. Both covered in sticky spunk (Mike had cum a second time whilst sucking me off). He had had a bit more trouble with my knob which is a lot thicker than his, but he managed to fit it into his mouth and went for a more up-down approach than the throat work that I had done on him. Now we were both lying on the ground in each others arms enjoying the experience of our first ever sucking. We lay there for at least half an hour before washing off in the scream and re-dressing. We swapped underpants – it was his idea – he had slightly smaller boxers than me – owing to my more developed muscles – and his pants were cutting off the circulation to my pelvis. The feeling was great.

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We met up with Joe and Chris at lunch, which took place at the museum café in the village. They were looking very smug. I soon found out why.

“Why you two looking so pleased with yourselves?”
“Two reasons” said Chris, “First of all, we both just lost our virginity…”

Me and Mike clapped simultaneously with huge grins on our faces.

“And secondly” added Joe, “We spotted Derrick and his mates on the way down here smoking a joint in the entrance to the mine…”

Chris was silently cracking up…

“and we shut the doors.”

They both burst out laughing.

“Seriously?” asked Mike, “You shut them in there?”
“Yep, they can’t get out cos we closed the latch – that’s why they’re not here”

I shifted around on my seat and scanned the crowd. It was true – there was no sign of them.

“Aww, they’re gonna be fucked off about this Joe…They’ll kill you when they get out”
“Who said were gonna ever let them out?”
“Yeh, plus, they never even saw us doing it”
“They’ll guess who it was though”
“Man, this could get interesting”
“Yeh Will, we might need to use your special skills at some point.”
“What special skills?” asked Mike
“His talent for beating the fuck out of people”

We all laughed – myself quite shamefacedly – remembering Rob lying bloody and half-unconscious on the floor.

“Anyways, what about you guys?..You pop his cherry?” Chris directed the question at me.
“Nah, we’re at the stage you were this morning.”
“Plenty of time to fix that, we’ve got two weeks to get you fellas fucking”
“Don’t worry, we’ll get there”
“You taking it slow them? What’s wrong Mike? – worried about that monster Will keeps between his legs?”

Mike was looking slightly embarrassed, I decided to change the subject.

“Wait, lads, uh, we should probably let Derrick out of the mine – if we get found out they’ll send us home.”
“Alrite Willy” said Chris cockily, “anything to divert attention from your bedroom problems”
“Yeh, alrite Chris, that’s enough”

I think he got the message.

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The four of us took the steam train to the mine; we could hear a lot of knocking and shouting from quite a distance away. They sounded really angry. Chris and Joe started looking a bit nervous, when the time came to open the door, I was elected by popular vote to be the one to do it – that’s the price pay for being the ‘tough guy’. My plan was to undo the latch on the heavy wooden doors and then sprint away as fast as I could so that they wouldn’t see who had done it. The only problem was that they sounded pretty intent on punching to death whoever it was that opened the door. That was why I insisted on having the other three behind me to help me out if things got messy.
I did it as fast as I could, throwing up the latch with a flick of my hand. The door flew open immediately and Derrick’s snarling face glared at me.

“You, ya fucking faggots, I’ll beat you for this”

The four of us sprinted off as fast as we could, pursued by Derrick and his cronies. We followed the track of the railway line as it headed back towards the village. It was fairly exhilarating, we were all laughing loudly and shouting curses back at our chasers.
That was when it all went wrong, Joe slipped and fell. The rest of us didn’t notice at first because he had been at the back. In fact it wasn’t until we reached the village that – panting and breathless – we realised that Joe was gone and we were no longer being followed.
Chris was distraught, we all knew that Derrick could be a really violent guy and it was completely possible that him and his greasy mates could do a lot of damage to Joe. Afetr all, Joe was quite a thin guy – not a fighter. We were all worried, but there was no way of going back to help him – the place was huge and he could have been taken anywhere. I tried to comfort Chris, putting my arm around his shoulders and reassuring him. But nevertheless, he remained genuinely scared. All we could do was wait for the end of the day and confront Derrick as a group when it was time to leave. Hopefully he would be fine. But there was no way of knowing until then.

TO BE CONTINUED...