Modern Family - Manny and Luke

By boyonboy

Published on Aug 7, 2013

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This is an original work of fiction based on the ABC Television series Modern Family. Modern Family is owned by Lloyd-Levitan Productions. This story is not intended to imply anything about the characters on the show or the actors who portray them.

This story is set during the first season episode in which the family travels to Hawaii where preteen odd couple Luke and Manny share a hotel room.


"I can't believe my sisters wouldn't let me stay in their room," said Luke as he unlocked the hotel room door.

"I can," said Manny, pushing past Luke as he removed his linen jacket. "You're pretty much a disaster as a roommate. You're lucky I'm such a gracious... What the hell happened to my bed?"

Luke closed the door and went over to look at what Manny was seeing, although he already had a pretty good idea. The covers had been pulled back and the white sheets had been painted with a four by five orange grid (minus two squares) where eighteen slices of American cheese had melted in the hot Hawaiian sun.

"You didn't want me to use the iron any more," Luke explained. "How else was I supposed to melt the cheese?"

Manny was so dumbfounded by the cheesy disaster that he couldn't even think to argue with Luke's premise. "Why couldn't you use your bed?"

"Yours is closer to the window."

"Why didn't you at least put down... never mind, I don't want to know." Manny picked up the phone handset and wedged it against his shoulder as he read the instructions on the cradle.

"What are you doing?" asked Luke, his tone somewhere between defiance and panic.

"Calling housekeeping to send up some new sheets."

Manny had found the number, but before he could start to dial Luke slammed his hand down on the hang up switch. "Don't do that. What if they tell our parents?"

"So? You'd be the one to get in trouble, not me."

"Nuh uh. Remember they said they at dinner that if we couldn't get along they'd lock us in this room until we could. Do you want to miss the water park tomorrow just because of a little mess?"

"They wouldn't really make me miss the water park just because you tried to make a grilled cheese sandwich in my bed." Manny tried to sound confident, but even as he said it he began to have his doubts. He'd learned that the same adults who praised his maturity and sophistication one minute were perfectly willing to forget those qualities and treat him like a little kid the next. And it seemed like Jay and Claire and Phil and even his mom were kinda taking a vacation from parenting on this trip. It wouldn't be fair for him to get in trouble for something Luke did, but his odds of getting fair treatment while the family was in Hawaii were looking a little long. Still, he had to do something. "Besides, where am I going to sleep? I can't sleep in the cheese bed."

"You don't have to sleep in the cheese bed, dummy." Luke was not a canny negotiator.

"You want to swap? Fine by me." Manny hung up the phone, relieved not to have to risk taking his case to the parents, and happy that Luke seemed willing to do his penance lying in the bed he had made.

"I'm not sleeping in the cheese bed."

"What are you gonna do then? Sleep on the floor?"

Luke touched the unsullied bed possessively. "No, I'm gonna sleep here."

"Then where..."

"It's a big bed. We can both fit."

Manny's first instinct was to argue. Sharing a room with a slob like Luke was bad enough; he sure as heck didn't want to share a bed.

Or did he? Manny hated to admit it, but he really valued Luke's friendship. Luke had been his first, and for a long time, only, real friend at the new school after his mom married Jay, and despite their differences and frequent arguments, had come to feel more like a brother than a step-nephew to Manny. And sharing a bed felt like something that brothers would do.

"Fine. But you have to sleep on the side closest to the cheese bed." Despite the unexpected appeal of Luke's offer, Manny still wanted to claim some small victory.

"I don't care."

Manny sighed. "I guess I'll go ahead and get ready for bed."

"Cool. I'm going to see what's on TV."

"Okay, but don't start watching a movie. We've got a big day at the water park tomorrow and we need to get our rest."

Luke rolled his eyes. "Whatever, 'Mom'."

Manny just shook his head and began sorting through the top dresser drawer for his pajamas, then headed for the bathroom as Luke switched on the TV. He came out about ten minutes later wearing a pair of blue silk pajamas that seemed like they had been tailored just for a husky eleven year old. Luke had taken off his shirt and was laying in the middle of their now shared bed, fitfully laughing at a Japanese game show.

"Your turn."

"Just a second. This lady is about to try to walk across a bridge over a pool of topeka while those guys throw watermelons at her."

"I think you mean tapioca. Topeka is a city in Kansas," Manny corrected.

"China, Kansas, wherever. I just wanna see her get smacked in the head with a fruit and fall in some pudding."

Before Manny could reply, Luke got his wish and then some as a small round melon made solid contact with the woman's temple, just as a larger one took her legs out from under her, knocking the poor Osaka housewife into the gooey pool below. Luke howled and Manny laughed in spite of himself as they watched a half dozen slow motion replays of the wipeout from multiple angles.

Luke hated to waste a night of no parental supervision on a moderate bedtime, but he was kind of tired and he didn't really want to get into another fight with Manny. So as soon as the show cut to commercial, he swung his feet off the bed and went to take care of his night time ablutions, shucking his dress pants and tossing them vaguely in the direction of his luggage on the way to the bathroom. Manny seized the opportunity to turn off the television and claim his space on the side of the bed closest to the wall.

Manny had just gotten settled when Luke emerged from the bathroom, clad only in a pair of red checkered boxers. He rounded the bed and climbed into his side of the bed. As Luke shimmied his body down underneath the covers, each of them felt a wave of heat from the other's body wash over them. There was something a little intoxicating about it; as close as they were, this was a new kind of intimacy. They lay on their backs grinning at one another for just a moment before Manny said "Lights, Luke."

Luke slid up in the bed and rolled over towards the lamp, inadvertently giving Manny a shot of his lily white plumber's crack before the room went dark. As Luke flopped back into his spot and wriggled his way back into a comfortable sleeping position, his bare foot brushed along Manny's pajama clad leg.

"Why do you still wear pajamas? They make you look like an old man."

Manny was reflexively defensive, but not particularly hurt. He was used to justifying his sartorial choices to Luke. "Silk is very comfortable and, dare I say it, quite sophisticated. I can't believe you sleep in your underwear."

"It's too hot to wear anything else. Besides, I like it when I get a boner and it sticks through the hole in front." He lowered his voice. "I've got one right now."

Manny actually already knew that. He had seen his bed mate's stiffy through the open fly of his boxers when he climbed into bed. Luke was far from modest, and Manny had often seen him naked when they changed together, but this was the first time he had seen his friend's erect penis. It had only been a glimpse, just long enough for Manny to note how perfectly smooth it looked, both the skinny, pale shaft and the slightly darker mushroom head. He was embarrassed to have seen Luke's most private part in such a state and been planning to just ignore it. But then Luke just blurted out that he had a boner, and now they both knew, and suddenly there was a small pink elephant in the room.

There was a long pause before Manny responded. He and Luke had never really talked about S-E-X before, and until this moment it had never occurred to him to want to. There was something simultaneously mortifying and thrilling about all this boner talk, and the sight and mention of Luke's erection had caused Manny's own tool to start to firm up. As he reached down to give it a squeeze through his PJs, Manny considered sharing with Luke that he was getting hard too. But before he could begin to grapple with that terrifying thought, he was struck with an even scarier one, something he wished he'd though of before he agreed to bunk with another boy.

"Luke, do you get wet dreams?"

"No! I haven't peed the bed since I was eight. You're the bed wetter!" Luke sat up in bed as he began to shout.

"Shhh! No, not pee. Don't you remember that film from health class? It said as we get older our sperm might start coming out in our sleep. Have you ever woken up with the sheets all wet and sticky?" Manny wasn't entirely clear on how much sperm was supposed to come out in a wet dream, but based on the kid in the film's frantic midnight laundering of his sheets, he assumed it was a lot.

Luke giggled and reflexively reached for his dick and squeezed the tip. "Sperm."

"It's not funny." Manny had to know. "Have you?"

"No. Have you?"

Manny breathed a sigh of relief, both because he no longer had worry about waking up covered in the essence of Luke and because he was pleased to learn that Luke hadn't suddenly leapfrogged him, puberty-wise. "No. I think you have to be older to have sperm, like thirteen or fourteen."

"Nuh uh. This boy Ethan from my summer camp had sperm and he was only twelve."

"How do you know? Did he have a wet dream in the cabin?" Manny imagined he'd die of embarrassment if that happened to him.

"No, he was in the older boys cabin. He showed me one day behind the boathouse when we were supposed to be in arts and crafts." Again Luke's hand found his dick, this time grasping it from underneath and allowing his fingers to tickle his balls.

"How did he show you? Did he go to sleep back there? I didn't think you could have a wet dream on purpose."

"You don't have to be asleep. Ethan just rubbed his dick a bunch of times and the sperm came out. It was really gross and cool."

As his story continued, Luke quickly shucked his boxers down and began to play with himself in earnest. Meanwhile, Manny had slipped hand under his pajamas and now had a firm grip on is own fully hard cock. Neither boy had made the connection with what Luke was describing and what they themselves were doing. Manny's voice cracked a little as he asked, "What did it look like?"

"It was kind of like spit, but not as bubbly, and there was like this white stuff floating in it. And it was really sticky."

Sticky? Manny remembered that from the video, but it sounded like Luke knew it first hand. That means he... Manny wasn't quite ready to process those implications yet, so he looped back. "He just rubbed it and the sperm came out?"

"Uh huh. He said it was called jacking off. It looks really weird but it feels good."

"You did it too?"

Luke had tried jerking himself a few times in the days following Ethan's demonstration, but the hyperactive preteen didn't have either the focus or the sex drive to really enjoy it, and he had pretty quickly abandoned it for other obsessions. But over the last couple months he found himself getting hard more and more, and without even thinking about it his boyish gropes often turned into mini stroke sessions like the one he was engaged in now.

"Sometimes I do it at night."

A light went on in Manny's head. Luke's boner. Their conversation. The shaking bed. They had been talking softly, but now Manny actually whispered: "Are you doing it now?"

For just a moment, Luke stopped breathing. The flush of shame at being caught doing something embarrassing was not unfamiliar, but the way that this the time the heat turned into a chill turned into a tingle was. This was private, but he wanted to share it with Manny. He wanted to share it because it was private. A grin spread across his face in the darkness. "You wanna see it?"

Without waiting for Manny's reply, Luke flung both of his arms out, using one to throw back the bed covers and the other to swat at the controls of the night table lamp. Somehow he coordinated both perfectly, and Manny found himself suddenly looking at the newly uncovered Luke, boxers at his knees, hard dick pointing straight up. Luke arched his back and twisted his body towards Manny, eager to show off. "See, I told you I had a boner."

Manny just stared. Catching a glimpse of Luke's erect penis peeking out from his boxers was one thing, but now here it was out in the open. He could see everything. Luke's prick was just shy of four inches and skinny. His balls were still robin's egg small, but had started to drop a bit in the past couple months and Manny could just make out both in his sack. He was completely hairless, not that it occurred to Manny to think he might be otherwise.

"I thought you were going to show how you rub it." Manny was surprised at his own words. He knew he should tell Luke to pull up his pants and go to sleep. He wanted to. But this whole situation had come up so fast, and he was so... something. He wasn't ready for it to end.

Luke took his dick back into hand and began to pump. Manny watched as the head, redder now, alternately retreated into and peeked out of Luke's fist. Forgetting he was putting on a show, Luke lost himself in the sensations, sinking back into the bed and closing his eyes. A series of images flashed through his consciousness: Ethan's hard cock, coated in his ejaculation. The topless girl he had seen on his dad's computer, her boobs so big and round. Manny bending over in his swimsuit, the cleft in his round rear accentuated by the tight fabric. His own dick, smeared with cum as if had rubbed it against Ethan's the way the older boy had wanted.

It was the most intense feeling Luke had ever experienced. But he was an inexperienced masturbator with a short attention span, and after a few minutes he began to tire of looking for the path over the cliff he didn't know was there. So he opened his eyes and looked over at Manny. He saw his bed mate's hand in his pajama's obviously clutching his own erection. Manny met Luke's gaze, blushing suddenly as he realized that Luke had seen where his hand was.

"Take yours out," Luke said. "We can do it together."

"Luke, I can't... we should stop." It was almost a plea.

"Come on. I feels soooo good." Manny believed him. The pleasure that had been on Luke's face while he stroked himself was unmistakable. "Besides, you saw mine. I should get to see yours."

Under normal circumstances Manny would not have fallen for a schoolyard debate maneuver like the retroactive unilateral trade proposal. But in a bed in a hotel room next to a naked Luke, it seemed like he had a point. And Jay and his mom were always telling him he should be more open to trying things that other kids like. Was this something like that? Maybe it was. Maybe he should.

Maybe it will feel as good as he says.

A deep breath. "Okay."

Manny unfastened the snap of his pajama bottoms, then slowly pushed them down his legs and kicked them off, feeling a pang of guilt for not folding them up right away. He lay back on the bed and grabbed the waistband of his briefs with both hands, screwed his courage to the sticking place, and pushed them down as well.

Luke had never seen Manny naked, not even when he was soft. He was was uncircumcised, though his foreskin was loose and in his current state Luke did not notice the difference. Manny's cock was thicker than Luke's but about the same length. His balls were bigger too, though his sack was still round and smooth and hugged them tightly. Luke was pleasantly surprised that Manny was as bare as he was down there; he knew about pubes from Ethan and some stereotype in the back of his mind had made him wonder if the Colombian boy might be naturally hairy.

"You've got a nice dick, Manny. It's pretty fat."

Manny cringed automatically at the f-word before realizing that Luke meant it as a compliment. "Thanks. Yours is good too."

"Are you gonna rub it?"

Manny took himself in hand and gave a couple of clumsy, tentative strokes. "Is this how you do it?"

"Yeah, but do it faster." Luke lay back down beside Manny and resumed his own jerking. "It feels really good, doesn't it?"

Manny didn't answer. At first it didn't really feel that great. Nice, sure, but not really any better than when he was just holding it. But then he started to get the hang of it and gradually let himself be overcome by the pleasure.

They jerked silently beside each other for a few minutes until Luke became frustrated at craning his neck to watch Manny and decided he wanted a new vantage point. He sat up and rolled over until he was standing on his knees, then decided to go a step further and threw his leg over Manny's, straddling them. The sudden renegotiation of personal space startled Manny, though not enough to make him stop masturbating. "What are you doing?"

"We can see each other better this way."

Manny nodded and continued jacking. He hadn't been as interested in looking at Luke as Luke had him, but this new view of his friend's anatomy was still momentarily exciting. Seeing Luke's small fingers curling underneath his skinny shaft, Manny thought about how natural it looked. Their penises fit in their hands perfectly. It was like it was what they were made for.

Luke's thoughts were not as deep. The image of that woman from the computer was still bouncing around in his head. While Manny didn't have boobs, Luke knew from the few times he had seen him shirtless that there was a bit of a swell to his chest and that his nipples were bigger than average for an eleven year old boy.

"Hey, Manny. Take off your shirt. Like me."

It was not a request that Manny would normally have complied with, but this situation was pretty far from normal. In a horny fog, he fumbled with the buttons and shrugged himself out of the pajama top as quickly as he could, his jacking hand leaving his cock only for the few seconds it took to pull out of the sleeve.

Luke had no idea why, but the sight of Manny's bare chest thrilled him. He reached out with his free hand to touch it, both boys gasping as the tentative caress brushed across Manny's prominent brown nipples. The one on the right received only a brief tweak, but on the left Luke decisively took the nubbin between his thumb and index finger. As he began to rub it, he realized he wanted to touch another part of Manny's anatomy as well.

"Let me feel your dick."

He wasn't really seeking permission and didn't wait for it. By the time Manny had processed what he wanted, his penis was already in Luke's hand. Both of Luke hands were occupied exploring his friend's erogenous zones, but his own boyhood was not neglected for long as Manny did the only fair thing and reached up and wrapped his fingers around it.

The boys just held each other at first, adding tactile sensations to their growing catalog of knowledge about each other's sex organs. Luke's was marble hard and smooth. Manny's had a little more give and little more texture. As Luke began to slide his hand along Manny's shaft, he was surprised to find he didn't have to loosen his grip like he did with himself, as Manny's skin moved along with his hand. Meanwhile, Manny was coming to the opposite realization, evoking a few winces by initially applying too much friction to the Luke's unlubricated cock. The two tweens had yet to commit their own masturbatory habits to muscle memory, however, so neither had much trouble adapting to the other's body.

The boys jacked each other steadily for the next several minutes. Occasionally one or the other of them would get lost in his own sensations for a moment and break the rhythm until prompted with a desperate "Don't..." or "Come on". Gradually though, Luke, still on his knees hunched over Manny, began to sink down to where he was almost laying on top of the bigger boy. When the space between them was such that they barely had room to move their hands, Luke let go of Manny's dick and closed the last few inches of distance with a thrust of his hips. Manny was surprised, but had the presence of mind to release Luke and jerk his hand away at the last minute, so the two hard cocks were pressed tightly together between he bodies of their preteen masters.

Despite the sudden change from wanking to humping, the boys hardly missed a beat, each pressing on desperately towards the orgasm their animal brains knew they needed. Luke, still obsessed with Manny's chest, craned his neck down to flick his tongue against the already overstimulated nipple while ever more frantically sawing his cock across Manny's. The angle was not quite as ideal for Manny, and pushing his hips up to meet Luke's pushing down didn't quite generate the pressure he needed. Unable to verbalize what he wanted, he grabbed Luke's ass and used it to steer the stimulation to just the right spot. The globes of Luke's tight eleven year old ass filled Manny's hands, and as he adjusted his grip one finger curled into the cleft between them and pressed against but did not quite penetrate Luke's tight asshole.

The anal stimulation push Luke over the edge. He came, for the first time, hard. His ragged breathing turned into piping little cries of pleasure and his little nips and licks at Manny's chest turned into sloppy kisses as his whole body literally shook with a feeling like none he had ever experienced. The vibrations set Manny off and he too had his first orgasm, clutching Luke's ass even more tightly and involuntarily pressing his lips against his neck, doing anything he could to seal the connection with the boy who was, in that instant, his lover.

As the sounds of their sex faded, the room grew very quiet. Manny was worried that Luke had fallen asleep on top of him. The connection he had felt a moment ago had faded, and Manny really didn't want to spend a night underneath a naked boy. "Luke?"

Luke had not been asleep, just basking in the afterglow of what he had just experienced. He wanted to do that a lot! He propped himself up on his arms and said so. "That was awesome! We should do it again."

Embarrassed and ashamed, Manny had already promised himself he was never going to do that again. Yet he couldn't bring himself to declare that intention aloud. "Maybe. Later. Can you get off of me now?"

Luke rolled off Manny onto his side of the bed. He looked down as his dick. It was still pretty hard, but when he touched it now there was none of the earlier pleasure. He also noticed something else. "Hey, I don't think I made any of that sperm stuff. Did you?"

Manny checked himself out. His cock, though still somewhat plump, had softened more than Luke's, and he had to skin back his foreskin, somewhat uncomfortably, to complete the investigation. "No. Like I said, I don't think we're old enough." He reached down to pull up his briefs. "I'm tired. We really should go to sleep now."

Luke was pretty sleepy himself. Without bothering to retrieve his boxers he turned off the lamp. As he slid back into place and rested his head against his pillow, he gave his dick one last pull before closing his eyes. "Goodnight Manny."

"Goodnight Luke."

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