Picking up Michael

By Dave A Bishop

Published on Mar 13, 2024

Gay

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Picking up Michael – Part 3

I will be away for a couple of weeks. Will have more after Easter. Cheers

Dave A Bishop

Michael and I met a few more times over the next couple of weeks. During that time he told me that he told me he had changed his job and was earning more money. One of the better market traders had offered him full time on his fruit and veg stall and was paying him properly. He told me that after his first week, when he was paid, he would not need to take money from me. I told him that I was happy to support him in a small way as I had been doing but if his situation changed again he must tell me. This last week we had met twice the first one when we were saying goodbye I offered him his regular money, he smiled, gave me a little kiss and gently pushed my hand away. I told him that it was here if he needed it. I decided to put this money away and spoil him, say, for his birthday or Christmas. I saved this money for some time.

The next time I picked him up Michael was quiet in the car, not his usual talkative self, so I asked him if there was something wrong. He said not but I could tell there was something. I asked if his brother, John, was ok, Michael said that he was but had asked questions about where he had been going. Michael had told him that he had met a friend from the market and that had settled him. However, he was still quiet. When we got home and had a cup of tea he immediately sat close to me and snuggled into me. I stroked his hair, petted him and asked him what was wrong. He answered that nothing was wrong, in fact that everything as all right. I asked him to explain. Michael told me a long story about his abusive father who would get drunk and beat both the boys and their mother. Eventually mother took the two boys away and divorced the father bringing them up on her own and struggling. Mother had a couple of long-term boyfriends but eventually they went away too. All the time I stroked and petted him. I simply acknowledged what he said and replied that it must have been really tough for them all. Michael said that as John was the elder he took more beatings and sometimes he took beatings for both his mother and brother. I replied that he must have been very brave and loving of his mum and brother. Michael said that John was a great brother but he was anti-gay. Just the way he was brought up, Michael was frightened that his brother would find out. I held Michael by the face and asked him what he really felt about himself. He replied that he felt ashamed for lying. I asked what it was specifically. Michael paused and admitted that he really was gay not bi. I had guessed as much but he needed to tell me himself. I asked about the girlfriend he had talked about. Michael told me that he did have a close friend who was a girl and they had spent time together but they only went out together, it was not a sexual relationship. She had wanted more and then guessed that Michael was not interested in her sexually. She had told him that his secret was safe with her and that she was happy to have him as a friend. She told him that she would also see other boys too. She even told him that if it came out that she was having sex with other another boy the would tell people that Michael had finished with her.

I asked Michael where he stood, he told me that I was the only one in his life that knew about him and that I was the only adult man that had ever shown him consideration and affection. I told him that he meant a lot to me (I didn't mention the "L" word) and that there is no reason why our friendship could not continue. Michael was not a soft boy but I did detect that his eyes were tearful. I brushed his eyes carefully and kissed him gently. This was not an invitation to go upstairs just and expression of warmth. Michael then said "Can I call you dad?" I replied that as my boy he could call me that but only in the house, otherwise it would have to be Dave. Michael kissed and hugged me and placed his legs across my lap as if wanting to sit on my knee. I held and hugged him tightly. I then asked him how he felt about dad & son incest. He looked quizzically at me for a few seconds, laughed out loud, and then suggested we go to bed and see if it was different!

I led him upstairs, in the bedroom I undressed my boy then he undressed his dad. We embraced with our erections fighting against each other. I wanted to make love to him so when we laid down together we embraced and made out for some time then I rolled him face down to eat his bottom. We both so much enjoyed giving and receiving this and I was happy to eat him until he was fully relaxed in his body as well as his home. Gently stroking the outside of his hole with my thumbs I let them wander over the opening hole. Eventually I very carefully let one just push gently into him. Michael reacted as if to move away and said "daddy I ..." but I had also used my second thumb to gently stretch him more and then get my tongue deep into him. That was met with "daddy ooh!" and no more sound. He was as wide open now as I had ever got him and need to make him want more. Using some iD-Glide I wet my longest finger and then added it to my tongue slowly working inside him. I was met with a little tightening from him but neither did he push me out nor did he tell me to stop. Once deep enough I went for his prostate. I had never done this to him and was unsure how he would react. I could feel his gland deep inside him and gently pushed and massaged it. Michael was unable to speak, I think that he didn't understand what I was doing but he knew it felt good. After just a minute or two I took out my finger, wiped him clean and once more eat his bottom. I asked him if my boy need his bottom kissing better! His response was a simple "Yes please daddy".

When I rolled him onto his back his dick was leaking lots of pre so I decided that it was time to suck him off but this time I would help him to a much stronger orgasm. I asked him what he thought of the little prostate massage. He said that it was initially not what he wanted but then he focussed on the sensation. I knew that he had stayed hard during it. I told him that I wanted to do it again while I sucked him off. He gave me a sideways glance and said that I I could try if I wanted to. I told him that was not how it was going to be and that I wanted him to tell me that he wanted to know what it felt like to cum during whilst being massaged inside. He said that I was making him say that I wanted it, so I asked him straight, "do you want it?" Michael nodded gently and said that he wanted to try it. I told him that I would be gentle and if I need to stop to say so. I took his dick into my mouth and started work on the head and foreskin. I love his foreskin, its so mobile and he loves me chewing it with my lips. After a few minutes I focus on his dick head and swirl my tongue around it, sometimes inside the foreskin, sometimes with the head exposed. Michael loves this. All the time I am playing with his balls, taint and hole until I can gently insert the finger once more. Michael cried out again but not in pain and his hole twitched on my finger. Slowly I worked deeper towards his prostate but all the time taking his dick. I can taste pre flowing copiously, that lovely sweet & salty flavour, there seems to be no end of it. Michael if squirming a little now but certainly not in pain. I ask him if he is close to cumming he replied not but well on the way. I laughed! Now I went for goal, once I had got onto his prostate I massaged a little more firmly that before, Michaels eyes widened in surprise but I did not stop. I could feel the prostate harder under my finger and I chose to massage it heavily. Michaels dick head swelled as it always does before cumming. I continued sucking and licking whilst massaging until Michael "made noise". He started to shoot into my mouth and I swallowed quickly as volley upon volley of boy cum shot into my mouth. I pressed and massaged harder on his prostate until he was empty. Michael groaned with pleasure and relaxed. I withdrew my finger and cleaned up his dick with my lips. By the time I had gently wiped with the bed towel Michael was asleep. At this point I realised that I had not cum but was happy to wait. I got into bed with Michael rolled him unto he side and spooned him. He slept for about 45 minutes and I was happy to just hold my boy.

When he work up a little later Michael was quite groggy. He asked how long he'd been asleep, I told him and he smiled. He said that he had no memory of falling asleep, that it just happened. I told him that he fell asleep as soon as he, came. He asked if I'd cum too, I said no not yet but I shall before I sleep tonight. Michael asked if I wanted to cum now and I said that I always want to cum when I was with him, but he was not in any fit state to help me out! He checked his watch and said that he had plenty of time and shall we have another cup of tea, I said yes but let's shower and freshen up first.

Over tea, which then became a meal he asked my about falling asleep, that he'd never fallen so quickly before. I explained to him about when you have such a strong orgasm its usual to do this. Generally women have this, its called "le petite mort" the little death! Fortunately only temporary! He laughed and asked "But men have it too?" I said yes but its not common for either men or women. Any man who has it has had an exceptional orgasm. I told him that it was most likely because of the stimulation of his prostate that heightened the experience. Michael then looked a little down-fallen. I asked what was wrong. He said that he didn't want to be treated like a woman in bed, that he doesn't want to turn into a sissy. I said that there was no chance of that, he was too much of a man for that to happen. I followed with that fact that he had come so hard that his spunk and nearly drowned me. No woman could do that!

It was starting to get late for him and he wanted to get home before his brother wondered where he was. I asked Michael if he would rather stay the night. He said that he wanted to cuddle up to daddy all night but that he needed to keep his brother "off the tracks". I asked him if he wanted to ring his brother and tell him not to wait up that he going to go to a party. Michael said he could try. After a short call to John Michael sat down again with me and snuggled saying that he'd wanted to stay with me all night for a while but was afraid to ask in case I said no. We sat and watched TV for a while and drank a couple of glasses of wine each – actually we drank the bottle then went to bed.

Once in bed we started again. As I had not cum Michael wanted to make sure I was happy before I went to sleep. He said that it was his turn to satisfy me. There's no was I was going to argue with him so I let him take the lead. Michael started with a wonderful back massage, slowly working his way down to my ass. He bypassed that and did my legs then on his way up started to tease me with gentle strokes on my ass and inner thighs. Needless to say I was as hard as a brick and I could feel his hardness bobbing on me as he worked. Once or twice I tried to catch his dick to hold it but he withdrew and told me that it was his turn to make me happy, to relax and just float into the moment. I was happy to obey!

Ultimately after some gentle dick sucking he started to eat my bottom. This had become a firm favourite of us both, giving and receiving. Again, like I'd done with him, he started to press my hole and gently spread it open taking care to like around the ass-lips and this pink inside. His thumbs started to work deeper and I knew where he was going. Normally I like only two things in my ass, tongue and dick but he was gentle and caring. After a few minutes his thumb was right inside and he asked how to find my prostate. I told him that his thumb would not be long enough and he needed his longest finger. He swapped over, a bit quickly, but I didn't mind really as I was really pleased he was happy to try. I was on my stomach and he was palm up so I told him that either I needed to turn over or he needed to go palm down. He asked me to turn over so he could get better access to my dick. Michael said that he wanted to do to me what I had done for him. I asked him if he meant that cos he didn't like me to come in his mouth. He said that he would think about that nearer the time.

I rolled over and he straight away went down on my dick. As he was starting to work me up I felt his hand at my hole and his finger slowly went inside. I cried out a little when he went in. Thinking he had hurt me he hesitated but I said not to, and to go on gently. Once his finger was fully in he asked me what to do. I told him to push his finger forwards, inside towards my dick and that he should feel a small mound of flesh. We both knew when he found it! Michaels face lit up and he asked if that was it. I confirmed that with a big grin on my face and he asked me what to do. I told him to massage firmly in small circles, he could tell from my reaction that he was getting it right. I told him that as I approached orgasm the mound would become harder and that he was to press even more firmly on it when massaging. I told him that it would be about the same time as when my dick head would swell too. He knew what that meant. It would only be a few minutes before orgasm would hit.

I didn't need to tell Michael as orgasm approached but I thought it best to indicate in case he wanted to take his mouth off me. I called out now and his finger went into overdrive. Had my dick had a clear shot spunk would have hit the ceiling but Michael had kept his mouth on me, in fact he was still tonguing and sucking. I didn't have a petite mort but was well disoriented and so very, very sensitive. Michael asked if he should take his finger away, I could only nod yes! It then occurred to me that he had swallowed my spunk and not spat it out.

I asked Michael how he felt about swallowing my spunk, he told me that earlier at home he had tried to eat his own after a wank and it really wasn't that bad. That really, he'd only been frightened of it or choking or something but then after trying his own he had realised that I had taken his many times without choking or spitting and that he needed to man-up and do it – for me. I told him he was a wonderful boy who knew how to look after his daddy but that it was great he did it for me but in time I hoped he would enjoy receiving spunk and do it for himself. He laughed and said that he was not there with that one but he didn't ever think he would do it at all. I kissed him longingly and warmly, I could taste my own spunk on his tongue.

Michael had been hard but he'd gone soft again and I asked him if he wanted to come. He said that he did but would happily just wank if I wanted to watch. I said that I'd be happy to watch if he fed me his spunk at the end. He smiled and started to slowly pump his 8". I loved watching the foreskin move up and down and the head appear and disappear as he did it. I gently soothed his balls between finger and thumb not wanting to interfere with his hand action. I could see his chest tighten as orgasm approached and the head swelled up. I missed the first volley as his head began to swell but gently just got my lips on the end of his dick to vacuum up the rest. I lapped it up as if it was nectar then cleaned up his dick and foreskin with my tongue until he could take no more.

We didn't bother freshening up, he just fell asleep in my arms and then after a while he rolled over so I could spoon him. We both slept the sleep of the dead that night and woke again the following morning.

Next: Chapter 4


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