My second time with Michael
Despite our amazing sexual experience at Boy Scout camp, Michael seemed to be uninterested in changing our previous friendship. Each scout meeting for the next eight weeks went off like they had before going to camp. I hung out with Michael’s big brother Andy and other scouts my age while Michael stuck with his friends in his patrol. I made an effort to say hello to him each week, wishing we could sneak off behind the gymnasium and suck each other’s cocks, but he always returned it with an uninterested “hey,” before running off and causing his usual trouble.
I didn’t expect to be boyfriends or anything, I was deep in the closet and wasn’t even sure if Michael was gay. Though every time I thought to myself about how I had eaten his 13 year old boihole and pushed my cock deep into his ass, I would get an instant boner that required attention. I kept wishing, as I lay in bed each night, that I had taken a pair of his undies so I could remember his scent too.
Just as I figured it was time to leave the past in the past, Andy invited me to go waterskiing with his family that coming weekend. It was only a day trip, so we’d have to get up super early to make the drive to the lake, that way we could get in as much time on the water as possible. His dad suggested I just spend the night at their house so it would be easier to get everyone on the road at the same time. Of course my first thought as a horny teenager, other than the excitement of going boating for the first time, was that I could hang out with Michael.
I packed a bag after school on Friday and headed over to Andy’s for the night. His dad, who coincidentally was our Scoutmaster, had barbequed some beef ribs for dinner. They were super good and messy with all the barbeque sauce. I couldn’t take my eyes of Michael’s face because he had sauce all over it. Matching his personality, he had jumped into his dinner, face first, not concerned at all about getting messy; it was just adorable.
We spent the rest of the evening playing videos games, before getting into our pajamas, knowing an early bedtime was coming. Then his mom said something that I wouldn’t have expected in a million years, “Ryan, you’ll be sleeping in Michael’s room, right?” I just about jumped out of my skin at the opportunity but instantly gathered myself to let out a quiet “Sure…” I grabbed my sleeping bag and ran upstairs to get ready for bed, trying to hide my boner that began growing the second I thought about sleeping next to Michael.
To this day, I have no idea why his mom said that, or why it was even proposed or considered that I would sleep in Michael’s room instead of Andy’s. After all, I was Andy’s friend, not Michael’s. Anyway, Michael’s room was a typical 13 year old boy’s room. Sports memorabilia on the walls, an overflowing laundry basket, a dresser, and a night stand. His bed was about a twin size with a colorful bedspread. I laid out my sleeping bag on the floor, right next to his bed, then put my backpack next to the closet, out of the way. We made small talk for a while, talking about scouts, waterskiing, his dad’s boat, and other people that we both knew. It was almost a different Michael, just him and I, without anyone else around.
About 30 minutes later, it was time for bed. Michael got in his and I in mine after he turned out the lights and turned on the fan. It took only three minutes for Michael to pipe up. “Hey Ryan, you awake?” he asked.
“Yeah, what’s up,” I replied, hoping he was as curious and horny as he was only two short months ago. Then there was a short silence that lasted for a good ten seconds. “You want to come up?” he asked, lifting the side of his bedspread so I could crawl into his bed. I didn’t say anything, I just got out of my sleeping bag still in my pajamas and crawled into his bed.
I laid on my side, facing him, and he did the same, facing me. Given that it was a twin sized bed, we were already pretty close together. “You wanna hold me again, don’t you?” He said. Not wanting to say anything wrong, or give off the impression that I very much wanted to do more than that, I just moved closer and wrapping my arm around him without saying a word. Just like eight weeks before, Michael took that as an invitation to go right for my cock. His hands took a few seconds to figure out how to invade my pajama bottoms and reach my cock.
He quickly figured it out and wrapped his fingers around my throbbing shaft, moving his hand up and down, exploring my manhood while jacking me off. I leaned forward a little, barely being able to see in the dark, and my lips found his. It was like the first time, all over again, but I expected to enjoy this time even more, already knowing exactly how far it would go.
I gently caressed his body with my right hand, feeling his side and back, then his neck and the back of his head as I moved my fingers through his hair. The last eight weeks disappeared and it was like we were back in the tent at Boy Scout camp. He enjoyed exploring and jacking my cock as we continued kissing each other with more passion than I could have reasonable expected. His little tongue wiggled its way into my mouth a time or two, and mine into his; I couldn’t get enough of it. I worked my right hand down to his pajama bottoms and pulled them down to his knees, feeling a familiar texture that was hugging his perfect little boy bottom.
Though dry this time, he was again wearing a Goodnite just like before. He was a little old to be a bedwetter but I didn’t really care. Michael rolled over on his back and I sat up a little bit. He kicked his bedspread down to his feet and took my hand in his, placing it over his padded crotch. His Goodnite began to get warm and swell and I realized he was wetting it right then, just for me. I gave it a few gentle squeezes while I leaned over once again, this time kissing his neck.
I climbed on top of him, straddling his little body, still kissing his neck. After I knew he had finished wetting his Goodnite, I whispered into his ear, “You ready for this?”
“Yeah… oh, man,” he replied as I moved down his torso and stopped at his soaking wet Goodnite. I squeezed it again, this time not so gently, causing Michael to gently moan, enjoying the warm soft feeling around his boihood. I ripped each side of his “night time undies” and pulled its front down between his legs, exposing his perfect little boner. Still 3.5 inches, just as I remembered it. The smell of his piss began filling the air around his crotch and that’s all I could take. Not a moment too soon, I licked his little shaft from base to tip then sucked him into my mouth.
His perfect little flesh rod was hard as a rock and stood straight up, knowing exactly what would come next. I used both hands to grab his hips, making a memory of how small his waist was, and continued sucking him for my pleasure just as much as his. I could hear him breathing hard as I began playing with his hairless boy-sized balls with only the tips of my fingers. His legs went ridged and he tensed up, arching his back the best he could and shot his loan into my mouth. He was still a small shooter but I could certainly taste him more this time than last.
When he caught his breath, I got off of his bed and took off my pajamas. “There are condoms and lube in my nightstand,” Michael said, still hungry for more. I couldn’t see too well, but I was able to find them pretty easily. With lube, I didn’t see the point of a condom, so I grabbed the tube and shook it a bit. Michael had since taken his pajama bottoms off and rolled over onto his tummy so I got back on his bed and straddled his legs.
I opened the lube and generously applied some to my raging cock. Instead of lubing up his ass, I decided to enjoy licking his boihole like I had at camp. I pulled his ass apart, leaned over him, and my tongue found his tight puckered little hole. It was as smooth and tender as I had remembered it. I could feel him completely relax as I ran my tongue around his hairless hole, up and down, then side to side. I pushed into his hole as far as I could, causing a moan that was like none other. I couldn’t hold myself back anymore, I had to get inside of him, so I moved my cock closer to his ass and positioned it between his legs.
I slowly guided my cock towards his ass, using one hand to touch his boihole so I knew exactly where to go. I inserted a lubed finger into him to prepare him for what was next. He didn’t even flinch. Only seconds later, the head of my cock found his hole. I pushed in gently and my cock went in much easier this time than last. I heard Michael take a deep breath as I began thrusting the first three inches of my seven inch manhood into his boihole. I laid on top of him, wrapping my right arm around his chest with my right hand gripping his left shoulder. I loved the skin to skin contact we shared with my chest resting on his back.
I had him completely wrapped up and pinned down, he couldn’t move if he tried. “Good boy,” I whispered into his ear as I thrusted my cock into him further, five inches now. I planted a kiss on the back of his neck while I gripped him tightly and buried my face into his hair, gathering as much of his boy scent as I could.
He turned his head and looked up at me, “Oh yeah,” followed by a few moans made me even more horny as I pushed my final two inches into his hungry ass. He let out several sounds of disbelief that my seven inch cock and filled his inexperienced ass so perfectly. Still gripping him tightly around his chest, I thrusted hard, knowing I would drown his ass with my cum soon. I pushed hard, balls deep into his soft little body, still kissing him on his neck and wrapping him with teenage love. He was gripping his bed’s headboard with his left hand, so I reach mine out and took his hand in mine. I held his hand above his head while he gripped it tightly as he took my cock deep inside him time and time again.
In an instant I became speechless and couldn’t breath. I began to cum but only half way, I felt an intense explosion building up in my cock and just like that I rose to full climax, emptying my balls into Michael’s ass. It felt like I was cumming for days as I continued to thrust longer and deeper than before, enjoying a much of this forbidden pleasure as I could. I felt Michael gripping my hand with his as well as the sweat that had built up between our two bodies.
I finished cumming but was too overwhelmed with exhaustion to move. We both laid there motionless, my cock still inside him, breathing harder than ever before.
“We’ve gotta do that again, that felt so good,” Michael said, caught in a trance of happiness. “Hell yeah,” I said as I sat up onto my knees and pulled my exhausted cock out of his boihole, already thinking about how we could fuck again another day. I slowly got off his bed and stood up, my knees weak and shaking. I heard the all too familiar sound of jacking off, but I looked back at Michael seeing that he hadn’t moved a muscle.
I turned around in confusion and saw a butt naked and fully erect Andy, standing with the bedroom door closed behind him. I was speechless seeing by best friend jacking his own cock in front of me. Anything could have happened, I didn’t know what to say but my eyes could clearly see Andy playing with his own hardon. He must have heard us, despite how quiet we were, and snuck in while I was fucking Michael. Was he actually getting off to watching me fuck his little brother? So many thoughts and questions, yet only about two seconds had passed since I noticed he was in the room.
“My turn,” Andy said as he walked past me and straddled his little brother who was still recovering from the butt-fucking I had just given him.
“Andy?” Michael whimpered, though he was looking at me when he said it so I’m sure he already knew the answer. “Be gentle… please?,” Michael begged.
I’m not one to brag but I know a seven inch cock is a good size. I didn’t get a good look at Andy’s but I thought if Michael could take mine, he could surely take his brother’s. This couldn’t have been the first time they had done this as Andy just climbed on top of his brother without a second though and Michael didn’t seem to protest. I heard Michael cry out quietly and I saw in the darkness Andy was already on top of him and thrusting.
I was definitely not into Andy sexually, but I couldn’t let this opportunity go without taking advantage. “Sit up, get on your knees,” I said to Michael. “Andy, sit up, lets spit roast him,” I said to Andy. They both did as I suggested and I found Michael’s head. I crawled onto the bed once again, my knees where Michael’s pillow was, and put my cock right in front of him, rubbing my cockhead on his little lips.
Michael took the hint and wrapped his mouth around my cock, which was still very sensitive. Andy was holding Michael’s hips, thrusting into him just as I had done. I put my hand on the back of Michael’s head but I wasn’t being forceful. I was gently holding his head and softly running my fingers through his hair, letting him know that everything was okay.
Andy kept pounding and the room filled with the unmistakable slapping sound of sex. I’d never cum twice so quickly but there was no stopping it. I shot a second load, this one much smaller, in Michael’s mouth. Andy made the same noise I make when I cum, then his thrusts began to slow. In only about ten minutes, Michael had taken three loads of cum. What a little slut I thought to myself and I couldn’t believe how much that turned me on.
Andy pulled out and got off the bed, so did I. Michael collapsed on his bed, quite satisfied in his adventures of taking me and his big brother at the same time. Andy grabbed a dirty shirt from the laundry basket and cleaned off his cock, then threw it to me to do the same. After I finished I got Michael cleaned up too. Andy left without saying anything, though I was confident in his ability to keep his mouth shut about what had just happened.
Michael got out of bed and found his package of Goodnites, putting one on before getting back into bed. I smiled a bit thinking it was more likely it would protect his bed from the cum that would eventually leak out of his ass while he slept. I pulled his bedspread over him, tucking him in, and got in next to him. I held him close throughout the night until 5am when his alarm clock told us it was time to get up so we could get on the road.