Mikey’s Ass 03

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Chapter 3: Pink Cloud

After that night with Mikey, we didn’t talk about it for a few days. AGAIN, for some reason, we had to protect some weird sense of morality and couldn’t even acknowledge what happened. Of course, the tension built, and eventually exploded again, but it was different this time.

I woke up one morning, and he was just in my bed. He hadn't done this since he was little and he used to sleepwalk. I was still coming to consciousness, already with a sense that there was another weight in my bed, and in my sleep I thought it was our dog curled up with me. It wasn't until I slowly opened my eyes that I found Mikey's curls sticking out from the blanket. I was surprised, but I didn't move. He was just sleeping next to me, quiet, in dreamland. His big, pink lips were making almost a kissy face, protruding out from his pale cheeks, his dark, half-curly hair, the same as mine, messily folded around his head. For a second I thought I was dreaming, but when I shifted, he stirred and rolled closer, his forehead brushing against my shoulder. My heart pounded in my ears.

I didn’t move. I just lay there, staring at the ceiling, wondering if I should wake him up, or if this was him waking me up in his own way.

When his eyes opened, he smirked at me sleepily. Then opened his eyes wide like he was shocked. “Wait, why are you in here?”

I looked at him confused, scrunching my brow. "Why are you in here?"

He looked around. "Oh what the fudge..."

"Did you sleepwalk in here?"

"I guess so."

With an implied shrug, we both just sat up and stretched. When the blanket shifted, I noticed he was nude under the blanket. My morning wood throbbed and I felt a pang in my stomach. Fuck, I thought, this never ends.

“Good morning,” I said comically as I looked down at his exposed butt, my voice still rasping a bit.

He stretched, his hand brushing against my chest. Then, without much thought, he tugged at my blanket. “You’re hard ,” he said with a grin.

I laughed, shaking my head. “What do you expect, man? That ass is in my bed with me.”

He leaned in toward my face, like he maybe wanted to kiss me, and I put a hand on the back of his head. He just looked at me sweetly, and I gave him what he wanted. I brought his lips to mine and gently pressed. He didn't know what to do, and just kissed me back. Then I stuck a little bit of tongue in his mouth, and he started eagerly tonguing me back. He reached for my dick and I started to melt as he rubbed me up and down.

He broke off from my face and got on all fours with his ass near my face, giving me exactly what he knew I wanted. He put my dick in his mouth and did his best to get a few inches past his lips while I groped his ass and played with the meaty little cheeks. I watched his pink hole wink inward when I pulled the cheeks apart at the right angle. 

I picked him up and put him directly over me so I could have his ass in my face. I started making out with his hole even more roughly than I did with his mouth. I put a leg over his head and pulled him farther down my cock, making him moan as I rimmed him roughly. He actually got an inch of my cock into his throat at one point, and I had never felt better in my life. I had to fuck him at this point. I flipped him over onto his back and kneeled over him. He looked up at me with the most endearing mix of love and appreciation and nervousness I could imagine. He looked so innocent, like he would do anything for me. I felt strongly connected with him. 

As I lined up my cock with his saliva-drenched hole, he started to groan a bit. It was a mix of "ehhh" and "ohhh" as I felt his hole stretch around me. 

"I love you, buddy," I said as I pressed in the first inch.

Without hesitation, he replied, "I love you," and held my sides, pulling me in deeper.

I pressed in slowly until I bottomed out, and just when my balls pressed against his body, he came without touching it. He squirted several times onto his soft chest and stomach. The sight set me off, and I pulled out just an inch and started cumming myself. I pressed back into him slowly as I emptied my sperm tanks into Mikey for the second time. 

"Great fucking way to start the day," I said as I slowly slid out of him. I lifted his legs, watching my cum drip out of him, and I had to simply close my eyes and shake my head. "Too fucking beautiful."

I saw him blush, still not used to being adored physically.

"I have to shower," he said, fingering the puddle of cum on his chest.

"You can join me in mine if you want," I said.

He smiled. Huge.

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That was how it started. The second time didn’t feel like a surprise. It felt inevitable. From then on, mornings became our thing. Whoever was up first would wake the other, usually with a hand fondling the other's body, sometimes with a tongue sliding across skin until the other woke up and gave in. At night, it was often the same. He’d sneak into my bed, or I’d slip into his, and we’d cuddle until our bodies got restless. Neither of us ever seemed to get tired of it.

One afternoon, while we were hanging around the living room, he walked in wearing nothing but a towel. He smirked and said, “Hey, I have an idea. New rule. When it’s just us at home, we’re naked. Always.”

I raised an eyebrow. “You’re kidding.”

He shook his head. “Nope. Makes it easier. You like it. I like it.” He tugged the towel loose and let it fall. “See?”

I laughed, but I stripped down too. “Fine. Rule accepted.”

From then on, every time Mom and Dad were out, we were naked. It led to nonstop adult shenanigans — we couldn’t keep our hands off each other. We experimented in different places and positions around the house. Once we raided the kitchen for almond oil, laughing at how interesting it smelled as I used it to slide into him. Another time I pressed him down on the piano bench and random notes chimed out as his back hit the keys, both of us ignoring it as the mood was too ecstatic.

I even took him into in Mom and Dad’s room once, staring at his ass in the floor-length mirror while he was on all fours going down on me. It was a very horny period, and we basically thought of nothing else. We were obsessed with each other’s bodies, floating between jokes and daring each other to go further. It was insane and intoxicating, like we were living in our own little bubble.

Mom and Dad almost caught us once, as we were doing it right in the entryway, impatient after getting home from school. He had his hands against the front door as I was on my knees behind him licking the sweat off his ass that he had produced that day. I had already moved beyond obsessing over his beautiful ass, I wanted to taste him and his boy musk every second of the day. 

Suddenly, keys entered the door and we both dashed like mad men up the stairs. His pants were at his ankles, and I momentarily turned in my haste to look behind me and see his poor little body scampering up the steps, opting to hop like a rabbit with his arms and legs. I started laughing as I grabbed his arm and dragged him the last few steps, out of view, just as the door opened downstairs.

I gave his butt cheek a quick kiss before I yanked his pants back up for him and headed downstairs.

"Oh, hi Mom."

—[]—

Our little perversion diversions soon bled into interactions at school. One day I saw him in the hall between classes and yanked him into a bathroom. He looked at me shocked at first then smiled when he realized what I was doing. He followed me into a stall, our hearts racing, his laugh muffled by my hand. I squatted down to line my dick up with his ass, since he was so much shorter than me, and rubbed myself between his cheeks, spitting on it repeatedly. I was already close to cumming, and barely put the tip inside him when I felt the orgasm wash over my body. He gripped the stall wall, and I loaded him up with multiple squirts of cum as I held his cheeks tightly in my hands. It was fast and reckless, the thrill of being caught hanging in the air. We were both breathing hard, and he turned around to look at me. His boner, huge for his body size, jutted out and throbbed. We heard the bell ring meaning we were late for class, and he sighed and put his cock away in his pants. I gave him a kiss, and he grabbed my dick to milk the last drop out of me, before bending down to lick it off me. I packed my throbbing meat away and opened the stall door, only to see another guy there, stepping from the urinal to the sink to wash his hands. 

I didn't recognize him, but he seemed to be a friend of my brother's. He lifted his head, his scruffy, light brown hair bouncing as he gave a silent, single nod to Mikey, who looked terrified. I nodded to him as well and opened the door. Mikey bolted and turned down the hall. I went the opposite way to my next class, just hoping that everything was going to be fine.

The unexpected audience didn't stop the public sex from becoming yet another routine, slipping into a stall whenever we could steal a few minutes. We’d walk back out into the hall straight-faced, books under our arms, like nothing happened, while the secret made us giddy inside. We learned to make sure we were alone in the bathroom at least, and as far as I knew, that guy never hadn't said anything yet.

One night, lying in bed after another round, I muttered, “This is like a pink cloud. You know, like when people say everything feels perfect.”

Mikey rolled onto his side, tracing a finger down my stomach. “What do you mean?”

“I mean… I've never been happier in my life. And it feels like nothing can touch us.”

He looked at me like he wanted to agree with me, but he just pressed closer, and I wrapped an arm around him.

Of course, it didn’t last forever.

The first crack came at lunch with Ian and Scott. I had my phone out on the table, and a notification popped up. It was a picture Mikey had sent me of his bare ass, bent over in one of the boys bathrooms. They both saw it for a full two seconds before I swiped it away.

Scott’s eyes lit up like fireworks. “Who is she??"

“Whoa, dude!” Ian said, leaning across the table, getting an inch from my face. I could smell his apple he was just eating. “Who’s sending you that shit?”

Scott continued, "Bro, who are you banging? Tell us. You’re the first one of us to get laid, aren’t you?”

My mouth went dry, and I forced a smirk. “Yeah, something like that.”

They wouldn’t stop grilling me about it, convinced I had a secret girlfriend. Meanwhile, across the cafeteria, Mikey caught my eye, trying not to laugh. I wanted to kill him and kiss him at the same time.

And all I could think about was how maybe this pink cloud wouldn’t last forever.