Me and Mike

His name was Mike and I had known him since he had started delivering my paper at the age of fifteen. Since I was only twenty at the time and I was comfortable with teasing him about his heartbreaking good looks, he quickly realized that I was gay and dedicated to corrupting him. He was 5’9” 140 lbs. with dark eyes and dark shoulder length hair on a tanned and leanly muscled frame. I was looking forward to his coming of age.

Over the next three years, we brought the art of flirting to a new height. Of course by this time I had pretty much resigned myself to the fact that he would never be interested in me sexually and that our flirting had become merely routine.

Many times, he had started conversations with me relating to his perfectly natural curiosity about same sex and the confusion that it was causing him. Although I wanted to be the one to initiate him into the deliriously wonderful world of gay sex, I decided that the best thing for him to do was to seduce one of his school buddies.

After coaching him on the finer points of talking another guy into bed, he set upon his prey. The next day he excitedly came to my door bursting with his new discovery.

“It went just like you said it would,” he effused.

“So how did you like it?” I asked.

“It was really fuckin’ hot but we didn’t know what we were doing so I want to know what it’s supposed to be like. Can you show me,” he asked shyly, his dark eyes boring into my own.

Did my ears deceive me? Was I getting this? Was this amazingly hot 18-year-old guy asking me to do him?

“I want to be able to get as much as I can out of this”, He said with an evil smile, “I’m so fucking horny all the time I just want to be able to get off without jerking off all the time.

This was a dream come true.