Chapter 11 - Season 1: Wet and Wild
1995 Words
Mike was the very first to experience my manhood, my first time with s*x. Ah, it felt like heaven as he took me in his mouth.
Perhaps it was Mike’s first time too, just like me, but the way he moved left me breathless with pleasure. "Haaaah… haaaah… haaaaah… aaaah… Mike..."
I bent down, our eyes locking as he looked up at me with daring intensity, my body burning from his gaze. My hand instinctively gripped the back of his neck, pulling him closer, nearly tangling my fingers in his hair as waves of ecstasy surged through me. "Aaaaaah, damn!"
Mike’s hands roamed across my back, his fingers gripping my firm waist, guiding me as I thrust gently into the warmth of his mouth. "Aaaaah, Mike… yes…" I moaned.
He took me deeper, his lips enveloping every inch of my length. My breathing grew ragged, my fingers tightening in his hair as his movements became more confident, more indulgent.
When I whispered that I was close, his pace quickened, and his hand wrapped around me, heightening the sensation.
"Ooooh… Mike… I’m almost there… aaah… Mike… aaah…"
A surge of release overcame me, spilling across his cheek, trailing down to his lips and neck.
"Aaaaah… damn… aaah… aaah…" My legs felt weak, trembling as the intensity subsided, only for him to take me into his mouth again, drawing another involuntary moan from me.
"Aaaaah… Mike…" My body arched, surrendering to the waves of pleasure.
As the sensations faded, I looked down at him. He gazed back, his eyes bold and daring, his tongue sweeping across his lips as if savoring every moment, every taste.
Mike smiled, a playful curve on his lips. Perhaps he hadn’t imagined experiencing something so intimate, so profound, with me.
"I love you, Mike," I whispered breathlessly, cupping his face, pressing a kiss to his lips still glistening from our shared passion. The taste of myself lingered, strangely sweet.
"I love you more," he murmured, pulling me into another kiss, deep and tender.
Before we even left the gates of the abandoned house, Mike grabbed my things and carried them, his hand slipping into mine as we walked.
As we entered his home’s gate, I stopped in my tracks, surprised when he abruptly let go of my hand. He dashed toward the front door, placing my things there.
"Michael, go to the center of the garden. Quick!" Mike shouted, his voice carrying the distance between us.
"Why?" I asked, puzzled.
"Just do it," he called back, a mischievous grin spreading across his face.
I didn’t ask any more questions and followed his instructions.
What could he be planning? I wondered as I reached the garden’s center.
Suddenly, the sprinklers turned on, spraying water across the Bermuda grass. A nearby hose burst to life, splashing water near my feet.
"Let’s clean up! We’re a mess," Mike said, laughing as he ran toward me, stripping off his shirt and tossing it aside.
"Aaaaaah! It’s so cold, Mike!" I exclaimed.
"I’ll warm you up, Michael," he teased, pulling me into a playful embrace.
"Mike, my clothes are soaked! I need to—hahaha—take them off first!" I protested.
"Go ahead, my Michael," he said, planting a quick kiss on my lips. "Hurry up," he added with a grin. As I turned away to undress, he called out again, "Michael..."
I looked back at him. "What is it, Mike?"
"I love you," he said, his voice softer now.
A smile spread across my face. "I love you too, Mike."
I hurried toward the door, quickly shedding my clothes before running back to him. But I froze mid-step, slowing down as I watched him drench himself with the hose.
Ah, Mike. He looked breathtaking.
His pale, sculpted body glistened under the moonlight, his muscles defined and impossibly perfect—his biceps, his chest, his pecs. Everything about him was flawless.
The way he ran the water through his hair, letting it cascade down his neck and over his firm chest, was hypnotic. His left hand caressed his chest as the water trickled down. It was daring, magnetic.
I couldn’t help but swallow hard, my body heating up despite the cold water. When he noticed me staring, he turned the hose on me, soaking me instantly.
"Mike!" I laughed, dodging the spray. "Hahaha!"
"What are you waiting for? Come here and join me!" he called out, his laughter infectious.
I ran toward him without hesitation. He didn’t seem surprised when I kissed him, our lips meeting with a fiery passion. He kissed me back, deeper and more intense.
The cold water rained down on us as we kissed in the middle of the garden, but the warmth of our bodies was undeniable.
We played like kids, splashing water, chasing each other, and laughing amidst the sprinklers. I couldn’t explain the happiness swelling in my chest. It was the purest joy I’d felt since my mother passed away.
After our playful shower in Mike’s garden, we went inside his house. As soon as he closed the door, he grabbed my hand and pulled me upstairs. He led me to his room and straight into the bathroom.
“Let’s continue showering, Michael. We haven’t even soaped up yet,” he said with a playful wink.
The way Mike said it—suggestive and mischievous—implied more than just a continuation of the shower.
Our eyes met, and without a word, we slid off our wet underwear, letting them drop to the floor.
Heat rushed through me as we stood there, taking in each other’s bare bodies. Mike placed his hand on my cheek and leaned in for a kiss.
I could feel us hardening against each other, the tension rising as his lips moved to my cheek, then my ear.
“Aaaaah, Mike… ahhh,” I murmured, smiling through the bliss.
He pulled back suddenly, noticing my reaction to his teasing.
“You’re driving me crazy, Michael… aaaaaah,” he said, his voice low and full of want.
I leaned forward, brushing a kiss across his nose. Our eyes locked, the room thick with anticipation.
“Let’s continue the fun, Michael,” he whispered, his tone dripping with seduction.
“Yes, Mike…” I replied, giving his chest a playful pinch.
“Aaaah, Michael…” he gasped, biting his lip. “You’re impossible…” He wrapped his arms around me from behind, planting soft kisses along my neck.
His kisses tickled, drawing laughter from me. “Hahaha, Mike! That tickles!”
“You’re so naughty, my Michael…” he teased, laughing with me.
He pulled me toward the bathtub, turning on the shower. The scent of apricot shower gel filled the air as Mike poured some into his hands. He began lathering my body, starting at my neck, then moving down my arms to my fingertips. Lifting my right hand, he pressed a kiss to my palm, his eyes meeting mine before he slowly took my index finger into his mouth. It was maddeningly seductive.
Mike added more gel to his palms, spreading it over my chest. I closed my eyes, the warmth of his hands and the gentle friction against my skin sending shivers of pleasure through me. He massaged my chest, his fingers brushing over my sensitive n*****s.
“Aaaaah…” I exhaled deeply, completely lost in the sensations.
He moved behind me, rubbing the soap across my back, then back around to my abs, each touch more sensual than the last.
“Uhmmmm…” I sighed, eyes closed as his hands worked their magic.
Then, his hands traveled lower, massaging the curve of my backside, his movements firm and deliberate.
“Uuuuuuuh… sheeeeeeet!” I moaned, feeling a surge of arousal.
I couldn’t suppress a gasp as his slippery fingers teased me further, wrapping around my hardness. My head tilted back, eyes fixed on the ceiling as his hand began to stroke me.
“Uuuuuuuh…”
I was fully erect, my tip flushed, the tension building as he continued his expert strokes. The pleasure was overwhelming, and before I could stop myself, I leaned in, capturing his lips with mine, unable to contain the emotions he stirred within me.
Mike laid me down as the warm water cascaded over our bodies in the bathtub. He sprinkled soap along both my legs, his touch deliberate and teasing.
He started with my left leg, spreading the soap gently down to my knee and then all the way to my toes. His gaze locked with mine, full of intent, and I shivered under the heat of his palm against my skin. I gasped sharply when he playfully bit my big toe before taking it into his mouth. The sensation sent a jolt through me, and I couldn’t help but let out an expletive as my arousal surged.
"Aaaaaaah, damn!"
Mike’s slick hands slid up from my knees, tracing the curve of my thighs before spreading them apart. My back arched involuntarily as he took my hardened length into his mouth.
"Aaaaaah, Mike... aaaah... aaaah…" I moaned repeatedly, my voice trembling.
I watched him intently, the sight of him moving so smoothly, so expertly, over me adding fuel to the fire. My hands drifted to my chest, teasing my sensitive n*****s as my breathing grew ragged.
"Ooooh, God!" I groaned, tilting my head back and staring at the ceiling as he took me deeper, his lips wrapping tightly around me.
My eyes widened at the sight of him taking me fully, his technique flawless. He moved lower, lavishing attention on me as his hand worked in rhythm, sending me spiraling.
"Aaaaah! Damn! Mike... uhhhh…" was all I could manage to say, each word broken by the sheer pleasure coursing through me.
Then, with a boldness I didn’t anticipate, he lifted my legs over his shoulders and began exploring a new territory with his tongue. His skill was unmatched, his touch tantalizing as he teased me relentlessly.
"Aaaaaah... Mike... oh my God!" I cried out, the sensation both ticklish and utterly euphoric.
It was my first time experiencing this. The pleasure was indescribable, and my body quivered as I lost myself in the moment, his tongue sending shivers through me. My hands moved instinctively—one stroking myself while the other played over my chest.
"Uhm... Mike... aaaah…" I panted, feeling the wave of release building.
As if sensing it, Mike intensified his touch, his focus unrelenting. My movements quickened, and with a loud cry, I found my release, the warmth flooding through me.
"Aaaaaah! Mike!"
The warm water from the shower washed away the evidence of my ecstasy, streaming over my abs and chest. Mike turned his face toward the shower, letting the heat wash over him for a moment before returning to me. He kissed me deeply, and we stood together, the water still pouring over us.
I grabbed the shower gel, pouring it into my palms. Slowly, I began soaping his body, starting at his chest, down his arms, and over his hands. We leaned into each other, our fingers intertwining as I kissed his neck, trailing upward to capture his lips again.
The kiss was slow, deliberate, and intense. The warmth of the water enveloped us, heightening every sensation.
Breaking the kiss, I poured more gel onto his body, covering him entirely—his neck, shoulders, chest, abs, and down to his thighs. Every curve of his form was immaculate under my hands.
As the water rinsed the soap from his skin, I knelt before him, taking him into my mouth, his length already straining with need.
He was hard and flushed, the heat of him almost too much to bear. I worked over him, my hand stroking his base as my lips moved in tandem. His breaths grew ragged, his hands clutching at my shoulders as he surrendered.
"Uuuuuuuuuh... Damn it! Michael… ahhh…" he groaned, his voice filled with raw pleasure.
To be continued…
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