Mike's journals continued much the same as usual until his first day in
high school, the day he met me. I remember that first day when we met.
Mike had come from a different middle school than I had, so we didn't
know each other. On our first day, we sat next to each other in
homeroom. I struck up a conversation with him, and we soon found out
that we both played guitar. With that in common, we quickly became
friends.
I was surprised when I read that when we first met, he instantly had the
hots for me. He wrote about my 'Adonis-like body, gorgeous blue eyes,
and flowing dark hair'. He wrote that he hoped we'd become as good
friends as he and Cody had been.
It wasn't long before we'd become good friends, and were hanging out
together after school and on weekends, unless of course I was busy with
Lynn. I had just starting getting interested in her.
Mike wrote a lot about my developing relationship with Lynn. I wondered
how I had never realized that he was jealous of her, and that he wanted
me all to himself.
Mike and I had sleepovers often during the first year we knew each
other. During our sleepovers we looked at his brother's or my Penthouse
magazines and talked about sex a lot. We had both sheepishly admitted to
each other that we jerked off, and had even discussed techniques. We
never did anything together though. I was surprised, after reading
Mike's journals that we didn't end up having sex, because in his journals
Mike poured out his desire to do just that with me. I remembered times,
before Lynn and I started having sex, that I wished Mike was gay, as I
wanted to have sex with him too, considering I'd lost my other friend
Mike, who I'd been fooling around with. I found though from his journal
entries, that he felt I was completely consumed with getting together
with Lynn. He said that he realized I was 'completely straight' and that
he hadn't a snowball's chance in Hell of getting together with me. If
only he had known... I had tears in my eyes thinking about how different
things might have been.
As I read onward, I got quite a shock. One night when I'd slept over at
Mike's, he'd molested me while I slept! Like he'd done with his brother
earlier, once I'd fallen asleep, Mike had exposed my penis and sucked on
it! He had sucked me to full hardness, but then I'd begun to stir, so
he'd chickened out and stopped. Mike was so upset then, because I'd
rolled over onto my stomach. He wrote quite a description of my cock,
saying what he wished he could've done to it. By the time I'd finished
