Michael crashed onto his bed with a loud thud letting out a deep breath as he remembered Friday's events. It was Saturday evening and he had just gotten back from shopping with his mother, which was kind of a drag.

"How about this shirt Hun?" She would ask him holding up a bright yellow and orange collared polo shirt.

"Uh, mum I don't really want any new clothes..."

She would tut away and throw the clothing into the basket anyway.

Michael looked at his smartphone, still no texts from Casey. What was that rule again about messaging? He didn't know or remember but he wanted to message him. But fear took over him like a smoke storm cowering over a small town ready to set down a huge set of hail. He sighed and rolled over facing his wall and closed his eyes, but just as he did his phone made a beep. He looked at it quickly but it was just his battery going flat.

"Fucking hell," Michael muttered.

It beeped again. He rolled his eyes, but this time he realized that there was a new text!

"Hi, Mika. I'm sorry I haven't called or messaged you. I've been really nervous about what happened on Friday. If you want you can come over my place tonight. I'll be alone. My address is 24 Heritage Way."

Michael jumped off his bed and almost tripped over his loose shoes lying about. He shook his head with a light smile as he picked up a pair and put them on. He checked himself in the mirror before heading out the door not even giving his mother a chance to ask him where he was off to.

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Michael flicked a thick curl away from his eyes and walked down the path towards Casey's street following the directions on his smartphone, which seemed to like yelling at him which way to go. He felt a little uncomfortable since it was already late, but he shifted his hands into his pocket and walked the way, finally walking up the large hill and seeing a mailbox that said twenty-four. He looked down at the house that was on a large steep dip and had a very big garage to the right. No cars were parked in the driveway. He pulled his phone out of his pocket looked at the address one last time before taking a deep breath to knock. But Casey opened the door before his fist hit the door.

"Hey, I'm glad you found your way here." He was smiling, his eyes glittering.

He was wearing a black T-shirt and a black slim. He opened the door for Michael to come in and he closed the door behind him. The house was kind of dark inside, with a small set of stairs from the hallway down to the kitchen and lounge room areas. Casey opened the fridge and pulled out a bottle of coconut juice pouring two glasses and handed him one.

"You're not allergic to coconut are you?"

"No." Michael replied with a nervous smile.

He took a sip.

"Where are your parents?"

"Work conference for my Dad. Mum's out.... somewhere. Oh yeah, some left over paper work. So it's just me and you." He giggled as he sat up on the kitchen bench and swung his legs.

He looked beautiful, more than usual. He was.... Sexy. He had a mysterious grin. Something in his eyes was strange. Michael shifted his body shyly and realized that Casey was staring at him.

"What?" Michael asked smirking.

"Nothing." He looked away but then turned back. "I was just thinking how good you tasted."

Michael could feel his face getting hot and he swore he almost dropped his glass of juice. He didn't know what to do. He put it on the bench next to him as he swung his legs again. Casey smiled at him with a cheeky look in his eyes.

"I...I..." He lost his words.

He took a deep breath.

"I'm really fucking nervous right now." He blurted out and looked him in the eyes.

Casey jumped off the bench and grabbed Michael's collar. "Don't be. It's just me."

He kissed him softly on the lips and pressed himself close to him. He could feel his heart racing as Casey moved his hands across his stomach fingering at his belt buckle. He pulled back, looking at him whilst breathing heavy.

Michael couldn't say anything. Was he ready to give him what he wanted?

Casey grabbed his hand and pulled him to the lounge room onto the leather lounge set and pushed him on jumping on top of him. The top of his T-shirt hung in his face revealing his chest. As Michael swallowed he could feel himself getting hard. He blushed feeling embarrassed. Casey pulled off his T-shirt slowly. He looked at Michael with blushed cheeks and a shy smile standing on him with only his pants on, very excited. Michael forgot how heavy he was breathing and realized he must have sounded horrible.

"I'm sorry for breathing so loud." He said in between Casey's kisses.

"Mika, you're so cute when you breathe heavy."

Michael kissed him back hard and put his hand on his chest. He stood up straight and Michael looked at him with innocent eyes.

"I'm sorry I didn't mean to, I thought you wanted me to."

Casey put a finger on his lips.

"Shh, I've just never had anyone touch me like that before. I was just surprised at how...good it felt."

Casey kissed him again and pulled his hand back to his chest. Michael kissed back pulling his waist into his and he swore. Now Casey had to have felt his raging hard boner. Casey smiled at him.

"You don't need to be embarrassed, I'm not any better than you. My pants are just as tight as yours." Casey chuckled.

Casey pulled off Michael's T-shirt and began to kiss his chest. His chest was sprayed with curly hairs everywhere but mostly in the snail trail. Casey giggled lightly as he brushed his fingers over them and that made Michael shiver. Then, he undid his belt. Casey undid his zipper and moved his hand inside. Michael jumped a bit from the touch while Casey laughed nervously.

"I've never seen another penis before," he said while he was putting his hands into Michael's underwear.

"Me either...I mean other than mine's you know." Michael blushed.

He started laughing.

"You're funny."

Casey released Michael's throbbing member from the underwear. Michael was breathing loudly. It pulsed a little, showing off the veins running up the foreskin. Casey looked at him with a cheeky but shy smile yet again. Michael was blushing but smiling back just as Casey stroked it and Michael breathed even heavier. He put his fingers around it and slowly moved up and down making Michael let out a slight moan. Casey moved slightly as he grabbed Michael's hand and directed him to his underwear.

He felt they were damp and this made his tummy flutter. As Casey wanked him; Michael pulled off Casey's pants and underwear. He rubbed him slowly not sure if he was doing it right but Casey was moaning slightly. Casey removed himself from Michael.

"We don't have to do this if you're not ready, you know."

"I... I want you... "

"Okay... It may hurt at the beginning."

Casey got up and quickly went into another room. When he came back, he had some lube and a condom in his hands. Michael lay down on the couch as Casey got on top. Casey gently put the condom on himself before rubbing some lube on both of them. Casey grabbed his wrists as he went slowly into him. Michael winced a little letting out a short cry before settling.

"Are you okay?" Casey asked with concern.

"Yeah... I just, um, lost my virginity..."

Casey smiled; he waited until Michael was comfortable and began to slowly thrust. Michael let out a short moan which sounded like he was enjoying it so he began to get faster and faster. He started to gain pass, feeling the sweat form on his forehead as Michael started to moan like a song in rhythm of his thrusts. Michael felt a familiar build up in his tummy and gripped Casey's back.

"That's okay. I... I'm coming too..."

They released together and Casey almost fell on top of Michael from the pleasure, letting out a high pitched moan. Michael laughed a little and patted his back.

"I'm sorry I was so mmmh like fast..." Casey whispered, blushing slightly.

"It's okay... It was perfect..." Michael kissed him on the nose.

They cleaned themselves, and dressed themselves. They fell asleep on the couch, while they were watching TV, holding each other.