Part III: “Practice Makes Perfect”
By: Arrowhead
“I don’t know. It might be too much for you.” Mike teased. He had the other right where he wanted him at long last.
Micky expressed his desperation with a frustrated sigh that was at least half growl.
He had been teased to the brink several times already and just couldn’t take anymore.
“I’ll bet you wish you hadn’t kept putting me off, don’t you? Mike asked as he took in the sight he had dreamt of for so long. His eyes traveled up and down Micky’s naked body that lay tangled with the sheets. Lean, a little bit muscled, tanned, taut and sweat-shiny. Perfect. Without another word he went back to work on giving him the orgasm of a lifetime. Micky’s heavy breathing gradually turned into moans that gave the other man a chill. Was there any sound sexier? The moans began to rise in pitch as Mike attended to his need in expert fashion. The last was loud and, without warning, it suddenly spiraled up into an ear-piercing screech that caused Mike to jump back and sit up suddenly.
DAMN IT! He was angry and disappointed to find himself totally alone in the saggy old bed. He brought his fist down on the mattress hard as soon as he realized what was going on. Another screech flew through the darkness to stab at his thoughts. What was that? He got up and made his way to the bedroom door that was partly open, and had a look.
‘What an absolute whore.... And that chick he’s with ain’t much better’ Mike thought to himself as he surveyed the scene below him. It was Micky cavorting on the couch with his latest conquest, Bobbi, who was shrieking and giggling wildly as they wrestled around. He closed the door carefully so as not to give away the fact that he had been watching them, before crossing the room and flopping down onto the bed. He sighed gloomily as he squirmed around trying to get comfortable. He was not in love with Micky. He didn’t think so, anyway, and what if he was? Micky wasn’t in love with him. That much was obvious. Why did his friend’s extracurricular activities bother him so much, then? It was the same old story. He ought to be used to rejection, seeing as how often it happened to him. Not that many girls were ever interested and the few that were seemed to lose it pretty quick. Why should Micky be any different? Mike tried to not be so cold and unapproachable, actually going out of his way to show he did indeed have an affectionate side, but it didn’t seem to matter. He knew it couldn’t have gone on forever anyway, but it still bothered him. What actually hurt (though a sound beating wouldn’t have gotten the admission from him) was the fact that Micky’s interest only seemed to be when he was between girlfriends. And not once was he ever permitted to reciprocate. He hated to suppress his desires but if it was the only way he could get at least some of what he needed...well then, that’s what he’d do. But he was getting tired of it. Giving up control was completely against his nature. He would have thought Micky of all people would recognize that and act accordingly, but no. As soon as some chick caught his eye he was off and Mike was forgotten until Micky was hard up again. He noticed that it had gotten quiet downstairs and knew the reason why. So very thoughtful of them to wake him up first. It was as though they were mocking him.
Mike couldn’t resist the urge to further torture himself by taking another peek. He opened the door just a fraction and immediately regretted it. Why did he insist on doing this to himself? Desire and jealousy fought for dominance in his heart and the resulting mixture was sickening. He suspicions had been correct. Micky was leaned back on the couch, one arm thrown over the back and the other hand tangled in Bobbi’s long auburn hair as she busily moved her head around his crotch. Mike curled his lip in disgust, although he was unaware of the fact. He didn’t know who he was more irritated with, Bobbi for having what he wanted or himself for getting turned on by watching the spectacle. As Bobbi did her thing, Mike carefully watched Micky’s response. He wanted so very badly to cause the heavy breathing and gentle thrusting he saw before him. That and so much more. If he only had the chance he’d...what? A realization occurred to him. He really had no idea of what he was doing. He had lots of experience with girls of course, and none of them had ever complained, but just how much would carry over? Naturally he had tried to make a mental note of Micky’s technique when they were together, but the pleasure was so intense he couldn’t concentrate. Was that why Micky never seemed to want his attention? And for that matter, just how did HE get so good at it? Mike felt his possessive side rear its ugly head as he considered the possibility of his band mate having been with other men. ‘No way, it’s just so new for me and after all those dreams...’ He mentally reassured himself. He concentrated his focus on the events taking place on the couch. It was pretty bold of them. There was no telling when Peter or Davy would return, and as far as they knew, Mike wasn’t there either. As though on cue, there was the sound of keys and other noise at the door. Bobbi sat up immediately and began trying to fix her hair and wiped at the corners of her mouth with a thumb to remove or minimize the smears to her lipstick as Micky quickly adjusted himself and zipped his pants, looking mildly annoyed. Mike smiled to himself. It was petty but he couldn’t suppress a triumphant feeling. Oh, you didn’t get off? Too bad.
Davy entered the house, hesitating just a second when he realized he had interrupted something, and then continuing on before he drew any more attention to the fact. Mike had closed the door and returned to his bed, feeling better than before. Sooner or later, Bobbi would be history. Of that he had no doubt. It was only a matter of time, and when that time came he had to be ready. What to do?
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“Got a hot date tonight?” Peter asked, as Mike descended the spiral staircase wearing his tightest jeans with a black shirt and fringed leather jacket.
“That’s right.” He replied.
“Anyone we know?” Micky asked casually.
“No, it’s nobody you’ve met.” Mike said, as he looked around for the car keys.
On the outside he was non-committal, but on the inside he was smirking. The plan was working. Micky and Bobbi had been on the outs for a couple of weeks now, and he was acutely feeling the lack of regular sex. Mike was well aware of that and had no sympathy. ’Tough luck, babe.’ He thought. ’You’re just gonna have to live with it a while and see how YOU like it.’ He found the keys and left the house twirling them on one finger.
“Don’t wait up.” He said as he exited, unable to leave without one more jab at Micky.
Just as Mike had figured, Micky’s natural curiosity was about to devour him. Who was this chick? Was it only one or was it several? How was it that Mike had suddenly gotten so lucky all the time meanwhile, he couldn’t get a date to save his life? He was facing an evening of television with Peter thanks to his bad - no, make that nonexistent, luck with girls right now. He wondered again who the chick was. Sometimes Mike crept into their room late at night smelling of beer and smoke, other nights he smelled like sex. The disturbing part was that he seemed to have no need of Micky’s attentions anymore. That was a lonely feeling, somehow. Lonely and frustrating. He had made a very obvious attempt the evening before. Mike had been preparing for another night out when Micky had come in from an afternoon of hanging around the beach, goofing off and (unsuccessfully) chasing girls. He took a quick shower and decided to try a ploy that had worked before. He exited the bathroom with a towel around his neck and another loosely draped around his waist and riding very low. He nonchalantly went about the charade of searching for something to wear while waiting for Mike to be overcome by the display. He waited.... And waited.... And waited. Micky was not so much as spared a glance until the object of his lust left the room.
“See ya later.” Mike had said, leaving Micky alone to wonder where he had gone wrong.
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12:30 AM. Too early to go home just yet. He didn’t want to get back while Micky might still be up. He was doing well at ignoring him so far, but his resolve was weakening. When Micky had been flaunting himself the other evening, it had taken every little bit of willpower Mike possessed to not so much as glance in that direction. He had been proud of himself when it was over. He was bigger and stronger and could easily show Micky why it wasn’t a good idea to tease him, but that wasn’t cool. He did not want to force anything. Mike glanced at his watch as he left the theatre and walked to the car. Now what? He was tiring of the same bars all the time. He could go see Nancy, but didn’t really feel up to that either. She was probably already occupied by now, anyway. Nancy was a regular on the club scene and maybe the easiest lay in town. It was a well-known fact she had a special yen for musicians. When the plan took shape in his mind, she was the first person Mike thought of. This was someone he could learn from. He had sought her out one night and was astounded by how easy it had been. As long as he kept her in drinks and attention, she was most accommodating when they left the club. The first night, she had gone after him before they had even left the parking lot. He managed to keep her at bay until they got to a secluded spot. She really didn’t do much for him, but that was so much the better. His disinterest allowed him to study what she did. The disinterest wasn’t total, however. His pants were beginning to feel uncomfortably tight. Nancy drunkenly pawed at him and finally managed to get his jeans unfastened.
“Ooooh, you’ve got a nice one.” She said, before going down on him with a vengeance.
It wasn’t bad. She wasn’t as good as Micky, but she wasn’t bad either. Mike committed to memory everything she did before getting caught up in the moment. Just before he came, he thought she would back off but she never once hesitated in her actions. When it was over, he began to rearrange himself and fasten his pants but she stopped him.
“Oh no ya don’t, “ Nancy said with a goofy smile. “ We’re not finished yet.” She leaned over and opened his door then started pushing him out. She took his hand and led him around to the front of the car, stumbling a bit before sitting down at the edge of the hood.
“What’re you doin’?” Mike asked.
“What do ya think?” She replied, shifting around a little and hiking up her skirt. “I want you to fuck me.”
“We can’t do that here! What if someone...”
“Never mind that.” She interrupted, pulling Mike close to her and grinding against his crotch. He threw a few glances around and then threw caution to the wind.
“Oh yes! Harder! Harder!” Nancy moaned.
Mike had his hands on her hips and was doing his best to oblige. He was going so hard he was afraid he might be hurting her. Evidently not, judging from all the racket she was making.
“OH YES! AHHHHOOOOOWW!”
She was almost howling as she finally came. Mike was getting nervous. Damn she was loud! This spot was secluded but it sure wasn’t isolated. They left quickly after that. Mike was sore the next day from all the exertion. He smiled to himself at the memory. He had been scared half to death that a pissed off cop would make the scene and they’d both be hauled off to jail. It had been different, but he definitely wasn’t up for anything like that tonight. What he should do was get in a little practice.
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Micky was staring at the pattern of light and shadows on the bedroom ceiling as his mind wandered into places he‘d have rather not gone. What was Mike doing right now? And with (or to) who? And why should he give a flying fuck? He raised up on one arm and punched his pillow a couple of times to readjust it before settling down again. He knew why, but didn’t want to admit it. The whole thing had started out of pure curiosity and now look at him. He was falling for his best friend. What a mess. Even as he pondered the situation, his mind would drift back to one of his favorite memories of their first night together. After they had finished and Mike had been untied, they had laid snuggled together in silence for quite some time. Micky had felt totally at ease lying there in Mike’s arms. It felt bizarrely right, somehow, but it was also a little unnerving. He thought he was in the clear afterwards when they had agreed not to speak of it again, but it quickly became obvious to him that he was not. After a lot of thought, he decided that he wouldn’t deny himself the physical pleasure, but emotions had to stay out. The best way to accomplish that was to eliminate the cuddly stuff. He knew Mike didn’t really care for being tied up, but Micky couldn’t allow him free reign or it would all be over. Later he would feel kind of guilty about it but it was the only defense he had. It didn’t work anyway. Afterwards, no matter what he had been subjected to, be it the hot wax or something else, Mike would attempt to be affectionate again, and Micky would tolerate it for a little bit, but had to return to his own bed before he got to liking it too much. He wanted to keep things purely on a casual and sexual basis so he tried again to make that known by going with every good looking girl that came along. Evidently THAT worked. But much too well. Now he was virtually ignored in that sense. Outside of the room they shared, it was like nothing had ever happened. Things with the band had continued as before and they all still hung out together, but after the lights went out.... These days the most attention he got behind closed doors was a sleepy “G’night Mick.” and then silence or snoring.
He rolled over onto his back again. What should he do now? He was considering the possibility that it might be too late to do anything at all when he heard the door open and close downstairs. Peter had gone to bed before him and Davy had already come home and turned in as well. He listened closely to determine whether or not Mike was alone. He heard footsteps and the rattling of a paper bag, more steps, and then silence. He waited a few minutes and nothing happened. Micky quietly got out of bed and went to the slightly opened door. This might be a good time to make another attempt at luring him in. He was about to go out when he saw what Mike was doing. What the hell WAS he doing? If he didn’t know better, it would look like.... Well now he knew why his friend had developed such a taste for Popsicles lately. The thought trailed off as Micky was completely engrossed in the action below him.
Mike was slouched down on the couch and doing something that resembled a sword swallowing act with an orange Popsicle. He found that it wasn’t very hard to do once he worked at it a little. Micky was larger, of course, but even so he thought taking most of him in wouldn’t be a struggle. He ran his tongue up one side and down the other as slowly as he could before experimentally spiraling it around at the tip, imitating, and embellishing on Nancy‘s moves. Micky watched in disbelief and amazement. To think that all this time he could have been on the receiving end of that. He stood riveted in place until Mike had finished and began turning out the lights. Micky hurried back to his bed and stretched out on his stomach. Even though it was pretty dark in there he was taking no chances that the painfully hard bulge in his pajamas would be noticed. He pretended to be asleep as Mike entered the room, though his mind was racing to find a way to get him back. He only hoped he hadn’t thrown away his last chance.
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“Peter, aren’t you ready yet? We’re going to be late.” Davy said.
Peter exited the bedroom with a less than enthusiastic demeanor. He was going along on this little excursion as a favor. Davy had been pursuing some chick he had met one afternoon but she would only go out with him if he could find a date for her cousin who was visiting for the summer. He could not remember Davy getting him to agree to this. Maybe he had still been a little high or half asleep or both at the time. Mike was parked on the couch with his feet propped on the makeshift coffee table, reading yet another car magazine. Why couldn’t Davy have asked him? There was no telling where Micky had taken off to or for how long, so there was no hope of taking one last stab at getting him to go.
“Davy, what did you say her name was, again?” Peter asked
“It’s Doreen.”
“Is she cute?”
“Oh, she’s a lovely girl.” Peter felt a little better until Davy added: “Wonderful personality.”
They left, and Mike had the place to himself. He was in the mood to just hang around and relax. Maybe he’d work on a new song he had in mind, and catch up on some reading and then a little TV. What would he do when Micky came home? Not a damn thing. He would not make the first move even if it killed him, and if Mick decided to run around in nothing but a towel again, it just might.
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Micky looked up at the sky in the rapidly fading light. It was definitely going to rain. He loved rainy nights. There was something about being inside all warm and cozy and listening to the raindrops on the roof and against the windows that he couldn’t get enough of. Of course, it could also be kind of lonely. He spotted Davy and Pete leaving. Mike was who knew where again, so he’d be on his own. He was surprised to find that this wasn’t the case after all.
“Back already?” Mike asked.
“Yeah, I just had to return some books to the library and stuff.” Micky replied. “No date tonight?”
“Nah, I felt like staying in.”
An awkward silence spun out between them. Micky finally picked up the newspaper and sat down in a worn easy chair, throwing a long leg over one of the arms while Mike went back to his magazine. Micky stayed put for all of 15 minutes before getting up to snag a tangerine from a bowl on the kitchen table. The fruit was gone quickly and then Micky had nothing to do again. He kept waiting for Mike to do or say something, but so far there was only silence interrupted now and then by the sound of a turning page. He couldn’t take the quiet and started walking around the room fidgeting with this and that as he went. What should he do? He had nothing planned beyond blatant temptation and was not expecting an opportunity this quickly. He could try it, but he’d be humiliated if he was ignored again.
“Mick, is somethin’ botherin’ you?” Mike said, without looking up.
“Are you mad at me?” Micky asked. It wasn’t what he intended to say, but it was what came out.
Mike tossed the magazine aside and looked directly at him, his eyes boring in so hard Micky could almost feel it. It was as though he’d been lying in wait for the question.
“Why would I be mad? Just because you use me when it suits you and then toss me aside when something you like better comes along?” He said calmly. Things were veering way off course. The unexpected question opened the door to his pent up frustrations with surprising speed.
“What? That’s not what I was doing at all.”
“Well then, what would you call it? Huh? Because that’s sure how it feels to me!”
“I don’t know what I’d call it, I just know why I did it.” Micky said quietly as he turned away with a miserable expression.
“Do mind letting me in on it?” Mike asked sarcastically as he crossed the room coming to a stop directly behind his friend.
Micky slowly turned to face him. He couldn’t look him in the eye. He was too afraid of the reaction to the truth he’d had been fighting so long.
“I just didn’t want to get too close because I....
“What?” Mike asked softly, all anger draining from his voice.
“Because I ... I think I’m falling for you.” Micky said as he looked at the floor.
Mike had no comeback for that one, but he always felt actions spoke much louder and more honestly than words anyway. He edged closer and gently placed a finger under Micky’s chin forcing him to look up before hesitantly moving in to kiss him.
KA-BOOM!
The sound of an explosion from down the street rattled the windows in the old beach house and plunged it into sudden darkness, causing the pair to jump back from one another.
“What the hell was that?” Micky said, as he carefully felt his way to the front door. It was like a sign or something, but was it good or bad? He poked his head out and saw a shower of sparks flying from the top of a utility pole down the street. The entire neighborhood was dark. He closed the door and immediately noticed the dim glow within the room.
Mike was in the process of lighting a couple of candles and trying to settle down. His stomach was in knots despite his euphoria. He wasn’t very good at expressing himself outside of songs, so he was going to show Micky the way he felt. He rapidly blinked his eyes to clear the after image of the match flame. In the feeble light and through the reflections on the window, he could see Micky standing out on the balcony facing away from him, waiting.
The air was still, and the blackness of the night was total thanks to the transformer explosion. Micky was both anxious and curious as he waited for Mike to join him. It was all out of his hands. He had told the truth and all he could do was wait and see what it got him. As the possible outcomes went through his mind, two arms encircled him from behind. The embrace felt protective but not possessive and was accompanied by gentle nuzzling at the back of his neck that made him smile. At last he was free to enjoy the affection as well as the sex. He turned around and leaned back against the railing, putting just a little space between them. Two sets of dark eyes met and spoke silent volumes.
With trembling hands Mike gently reached out and began to unfasten the buttons of Micky‘s shirt, restraining the urge to just rip the clothes off him. He wanted this to be special, and memorable for both of them. His heart was racing almost out of control, it felt like, and he was nervous. The fact that just a few inches of space was all that was separating them only heightened his awareness. As he slid the lightweight, white shirt off the tanned shoulders of his friend and lover, Micky captured one of his hands, bringing to his lips where he placed a light but tender kiss on the palm. He noticed the shaking.
“What’re you so nervous about? It’s not like it’s our first time.” Micky said, while he shrugged off his shirt.
Mike favored him with one of his rare smiles, the shy, slightly embarrassed one, but said nothing. Instead, he shifted his weight forward and eliminated the gap between them. He slid his hands down Micky’s back before stopping on the firm ass encased in fuzzy corduroy. He squeezed gently as he slid his hands around. Hmmm... from the feel of things, Mick had decided to forego underwear this evening.
The breeze held the scent of imminent rain, but neither of them noticed. As a few scattered drops began to fall in the darkness, Mike leaned in for the first kiss. Micky’s willing lips were warm and still carried a little of the sweetness of the tangerine he had eaten earlier. They opened ever so slightly as Mike delicately traced their surface with his tongue. He traced but didn’t enter. Tonight it was finally his turn to tease and pleasure, and in that sense, it WAS a first time. He had to force himself to take it easy. He wanted it all to last as long as possible. Micky had no such reservations. He was moving as quickly as he could to get Mike out of his clothes, getting as far as unbuttoning his shirt and unfastening his belt before he was stopped. Now he stood with both of his hands held behind his back by one of Mike’s, and a few inches separated them again. He could have gotten loose with no trouble at all but he didn’t feel like it. What was he going to do to him? As though reading his mind, the other man leaned down slightly as if to kiss him again, but instead held his gaze while he began to trace Micky’s cheek with the index finger of his free hand. His caress was feather light as he brought it around to the moist, parted lips then moved down to his throat and then further to his chest, pausing to feel his heartbeat before going on to languidly wander up and down through the soft patch of fuzz on his stomach. The entire time Mike’s stare never wavered and Micky couldn’t look away, that is until he felt the pressure against his crotch as Mike began to stroke him through his pants. He closed his eyes and sighed as the touch began to develop a rhythm. It went on for a few minutes and then he felt the button on his pants come undone and the zipper slide open and then the hand was rubbing him directly. There was nothing to it and yet it was getting him so hot. And then it stopped.
Micky opened his eyes to see Mike smiling at him again. This time there was nothing shy about it. He released Micky’s hands and then backed up to finish removing his shirt before moving over to where someone had left an old beach blanket spread out to dry on the floor of the balcony.
“Come here.” He said, and Micky obeyed without a second thought.
Mike finished undressing him before once again pulling him close and kissing him, one hand enmeshed in the soft, brown curls and the other roaming the lithe body. Micky felt so vulnerable but so aroused that he could scarcely breathe as the kiss deepened and came more demanding. He had closed his eyes again, lost in the pleasure, and hardly noticed when he was pulled to the floor and gently pushed down onto his back on the blanket. Mike broke away from the kiss and began to lightly suck at the sensitive skin of his throat, working his way down all the while as the warm rain began to fall. Micky’s eyes had grown more accustomed to the darkness and he watched in the dim candlelight as Mike continued to tease his willing flesh. He brushed his tongue across one nipple and then another, just barely grazing the surface, before continuing on to his ultimate target.
Mike sat up and watched Micky’s expressions as he took his agonizingly hard erection in hand and began to squeeze and caress it, building the strength a little at a time. Micky’s breathing became a bit more labored and he wasn’t sure how much longer he could contain himself. That thought and all others were blown out of his mind when he felt a hot wetness slowly and completely envelop him. Just as slowly, a fraction at a time, he was released. He could not suppress a low moan, the very one from all of Mike’s fantasies, as he began to be surrounded again. After being released the second time, he lay there trying to catch his breath, but he was given no time to collect himself. Mike began to trace the entire length of the shaft up one side and down the other pausing at the head to flick his tongue across the tip before moving on. After a several minutes of sweet torture, Mike decided to finally give him the release that his moans and sighs were practically begging for.
The rain started to fall more heavily, but it felt so very good on hot skin that the pair hardly noticed. Micky wouldn’t have noticed if it had suddenly begun to rain diamonds when he felt the pressure pull against his cock gently and then start building in intensity. He ran his fingers through Mike’s wet raven hair as the other man finally gave him the relief he needed. Knowing that Micky was about to come, Mike decided to see it through to the end, swallowing every drop that resulted from his actions. He looked at his friend, and now truly, his lover, lying there. He watched the rain collect into fat drops and then run off the tanned skin, and his need became too great to deny any longer. He pulled off the rest of his clothes, now soaked by the rain, and poised himself above Micky and started softly kissing him again. Micky’s response was a little awkward given the pleasantly dazed feeling he still had. He smiled a sweet smile then reached up and pulled Mike down on top of him, loving the feel of skin on skin.
The kisses grew more urgent and intense. Micky wasn’t surprised. He could feel Mike’s hard-on being rubbed against him and the heat from his breath against his neck, as he was almost panting.
“Mick, I want you. You’re makin’ me crazy.” Mike whispered in his ear and then pulled away to look him in the eyes. If Micky had been standing, his knees would have went weak under the passion of that look. As it was, he could only manage a slight, uncertain nod. Mike kissed him one last time before prompting him to roll over. His eyes traveled up and down Micky’s backside, watching the droplets of water strike and bounce off his strong shoulders and small, firm ass. He slowly drew his fingers along contour of his spine with before reaching around for the bottle of tanning oil that had been forgotten in a corner.
The cocoanut scent of the oil was strong even in the rain. Micky twitched as he felt it being applied to him. He wanted this, but was still apprehensive. Mike was big and this was probably going to hurt at first. A lot. He tried to relax as he felt a sudden, insistent pressure.
Mike was trying his best to be gentle but it was tough when all he wanted to do was fuck Micky silly. He could hear his own pulse roaring in his ears even over the sound of the rain as he pushed a little harder and suddenly began to live his fantasy. The warmth and tightness were even better than he had imagined. His full intention had been to go easy and give Mick a chance to get used to the intrusion, but restraint flew out the window as he began to move in and out slowly, relishing the friction.
Had he thought Mike was only big? Try enormous. That was how it felt to Micky as he tried not to tense up. It didn’t hurt as badly as he had feared, but it did hurt. Curiously, it felt so good at the same time. As the thrusting became harder and deeper, it began to contact a spot Micky had never known existed within him. Each stroke was sending out a sharp rush of pleasure that caused him to whimper quietly without even realizing it. Mike heard him and didn’t know if it was satisfaction or not, but he couldn’t stop now. His motions were becoming harder and rougher as the events from the past few days flew through his mind. The image of Micky in nothing but a towel came to the surface. Oh, how he had wanted to get his hands on him then! His restraint at the time was astounding even to him, but it was long gone now. He entered as hard as he could one last time before shuddering all over and biting down on his lower lip to keep from crying out as the powerful orgasm had its way with him. He slowly came to his senses as he withdrew and collapsed with a contented sigh. Micky watched him a while before moving closer and resting his head on his shoulder. He didn’t know what would happen now, but he had the feeling that rainy nights would never be lonely again.
The End
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