Michaels in Love (BoyXBoy) English

Chapter 11 - Season 1: Wet and Wild

Mike was the very first to experience my manhood, my first time with sex. 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.