By
Jonah's Girl
Micky was picking Davy up at the airport, on his return from visiting his family for Christmas. Micky. Davy could not stop thinking about Micky. Micky always seemed to know what Davy needed. Last year Micky had brought Davy home for Christmas with his family, since Davy couldn't afford the trip home to England. Davy had been feeling a little sad and homesick and Micky, along with his family, had taken care of that in a whirlwind of excitement and activity.
Davy tried to sort out his feelings now. He felt excited to be seeing Micky in just a few more hours, yet he was feeling somewhat unsettled inside. He naturally had been sad saying good-bye to his father, but on some level felt his visits were a strain on his father's health. He would NEVER stop visiting his father, but would be cautious about the length of his stays. But it wasn't that, he was sure, he was used to his father not being well. No, it was Micky. Definitely Micky. Was he having some sort of premonition about something happening to Micky? Oh God, he hoped not!
"Would you care for something to drink?" the flight attendant asked. She was an attractive blonde appearing to be in her early 20's.
"A beer please," Davy replied.
"I'm sorry son, you must be at least 21 years of age to consume alcohol…even when in the air." Davy felt his jaw clench and his face grow hot. 'Son', she had said…she was probably not more that 23 herself!
Davy started to reply "I'll be 21 tomorrow…" but he realized she'd been distracted by another passenger. Why bother, he thought to himself. She's the same as all the other girls I've been around lately. Davy had never had any difficulty attracting female attention; it just was not the type of female attention he desired. It seemed the older he got, the younger the females interested in him got. He wanted much more than a walk on the beach holding hands, or a few moonlit kisses. Davy closed his eyes and wished for this flight to be over. As soon as he was with Micky he would be distracted from this frustration. Micky would have something fun planned. Davy slowly drifted off to sleep with thoughts of fun-loving Micky in his head.
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Davy tried to patiently wait his turn to deplane. He was exhausted from traveling over 14 hours since leaving his father's house in Manchester, yet he felt excitement over what might lie ahead. Finally, his turn came and he walked up the concourse to the gate.
"Davy! Over here!"
Davy looked. It was Micky all right. He was rising up and down on his toes trying to see over the crowd. Davy made his was over to Micky.
"Happy almost birthday!" Micky shouted and handed Davy a beer.
"Oh man, you don’t know how much I wanted this Mick, thanks!" Davy took the beer, and then reached up to give Micky a hug. "You always know w-what I need," Davy responded trying not to get choked up. 'What is wrong with me?’ Davy thought to himself…I must be more tired than I realize.
"C'mon, let's get your stuff and get out of here!" Micky said breaking the hug. "Man, have I got some plans for you!" Micky practically dragged Davy from the gate area, through the baggage claim and out to the waiting car.
They got Davy's things loaded and headed out of the airport. Micky was talking a mile a minute. "How was your Christmas? How is your Dad? How was the flight?..." The questions came in a barrage, allowing no time for Davy to answer. Micky continued on, sharing parts of his own family's celebration, the presents he got and so on until he finally noticed Davy hadn't been saying anything.
"Davy, everything all right? You've barely said a word," Micky noted.
"Yeah Mick, I'm fine," Davy smiled. "Just tired is all. Where are we going Micky?"
"Oh, yeah, geeze, I didn't think about how tired you might be." Micky pulled the car over to the side of the road. "I was gonna take you up to the 'Blue Boar', then from there head down to the strip. By then it will be almost midnight and I'm sure we can talk the doormen into letting you in." Micky looked at Davy as he finished this last statement. "But the more I look at you, I wonder if we shouldn't just go home?"
"Well…” Davy started, "I could…."
"You know what?" Micky jumped in without letting Davy finish, "Let's save this for another night, you look positively beat. Let's just get you home."
"Thanks Mick," Davy replied. "You always know what I need."
Twenty minutes later they were at the pad unloading Davy's stuff. Mike had gone to Texas for the holidays and Peter had gone back east to visit family. Neither was due back 'til after the first of the year. The pad was dark and a little stuffy having been closed up tight for nearly a week. Micky buzzed around opening windows and turning on a few lights here and there. Davy flopped into the closest chair. He had closed his eyes for just a few seconds when he felt strong hands on his shoulders.
"Hey, you sure you're okay?" Micky asked.
"Yeah Mick, I'm fine, really," Davy responded. "It's just that, …well… Micky…I don’t know how to say what I want to say. I'm so frustrated. I'll be 21 tomorrow and I feel like a kid. No, I don’t feel like a kid, I feel like everyone thinks of me as a kid. Girls think if me as a kid, especially girls. I just, you know, there’s so much I want to do, to feel, I'm just so frustrated, Micky."
Micky had walked around and sat on the door they called a coffee table in front of Davy. He looked at Davy for a long time. Davy didn’t look up at first, but he could feel Micky's gaze upon him. Finally he looked up and into Micky's eyes. They held each other's gaze for several moments. Then Micky broke into a grin.
"I think I can help you, Davy.” Micky let out a long exhale. "But you'll need to trust me, you'll need to trust me completely."
"You know I trust you, Micky, I always have," Davy replied.
"I know Davy, I guess I need you to trust me more. Can you?"
Davy looked at Micky for several more seconds. "Yes."
Micky got up and grabbed Davy's hand. Slowly he pulled him up from the chair. He placed his hands on either side of Davy's head and pushed his hair off his face. He ran one finger down the center of Davy's forehead, over his nose to his soft full lips. "I think you're a man," Micky whispered. He closed his eyes and bending slightly kissed Davy on the lips. Davy's eyes initially opened wider, but then closed. Micky's kiss was unbelievable. So soft, so gentle, and yet determined. Davy kissed back, thinking only that if this was kissing, what had he been doing with all those girls for so long. Davy felt amazingly aroused. He could feel his erection straining against his pants. Micky's hands had moved around to his back, thank God, 'cause his legs were feeling quite rubbery. His heart was thumping against his chest.
"C'mon, " Micky said, making a step toward Davy's bedroom. Davy wasn't sure he could take a step and hesitated for a moment. "Davy, it's ok," Micky said softly into his ear. Davy tried to take that first step, but his knee gave out for just a second. He felt Micky's strong arms around him. 'I can’t believe we tease him about being a weakling' Davy thought for just a second letting a smile cross his face. Micky saw the smile and kissed Davy on the cheek as he helped him walk to the bedroom door.
By the time they entered the bedroom, Davy's legs felt a little stronger. He'd also had the opportunity to see that Micky too was quite aroused. For a moment Davy started to think about where this could be going, but quickly reminded himself that he trusted Micky completely. Whatever Micky did was all right. Micky led Davy to his bed and gently pushed him to lie down on it. He turned the lamp on the nightstand to the lowest level, then walked to the foot of the bed and slowly removed Davy's boots. Davy lay there very aware of just how loudly he was breathing. Little did he know how much louder he would get. Micky got on the bed beside Davy and gave him another gentle kiss on the side of his face. Davy turned his face into the kiss, but Micky gave him a gentle kiss on the end of his nose. "Relax Davy, let's take our time."
Micky was running his hand up and down over Davy's shirt, slipping open a button every few passes. Eventually Micky's hand slipped inside. Davy let out a little gasp. Micky decided to do away with the shirt completely and tugged it out of Davy's pants. Soon he had it off his shoulders as well and flung it from the bed. Micky bent his head to Davy's incredibly smooth chest, gently kissing, and licking his way around. Davy was breathing even harder than before. As Micky's tongue approached Davy's belly button, his hands began to undo the belt in his way. Davy was wiggling quite a bit on the bed. Micky was amazed. He still had his pants on and Davy was panting up a storm. 'I guess he has been frustrated!' Micky thought.
He tugged at Davy's pants, a little from the top, a little from the legs. They were not so easy to get off. Micky gave up for a moment and dug his tongue into Davy's bellybutton. Davy gasped, and then moaned as Micky kissed a little trail up to his mouth. He could see Davy's chest thumping with the beat of his heart. Micky, still fully clothed, got up off the bed to get rid of Davy's pants once and for all, and they too had been flung aside, then he peeled off the socks. Gently pushing Davy's legs apart, Micky began kissing his way up the inside of his legs. Once he's reached Davy's thighs, he paused to look at him. There he lay, spread eagle on his racecar bedspread, still wearing his tiny white briefs. God, he's a beautiful sight, Micky thought. He traced the outline of Davy's balls through his underpants and had just come up to the front near his straining little erection when it happened. Davy's back arched, his eyes were scrunched tight, and he came in his underwear. A quick frown crossed Micky's face at the thought of the fun they would miss. The frown was rapidly replaced with a smile at the thought of all the more fun they would have.
In addition to the heaving breath sounds coming from Davy there was another little sound. "Mmmm… sssss… Mii… ssssoooo, …ssorryyy" finally came out enough for Micky to understand.
"Davy, it's all right…it's okay babe, shhh…it's fine." Micky lay down next to Davy once again and grabbed him tightly into a hug. Davy's breathing was settling down some and Micky looked down at his face. Was he crying? "Oh Davy, it's fine, it's okay, it just means you were having a good time…" He kissed him gently several times. Micky could taste the salt from Davy's tears. God, he wasn't kidding about being frustrated Micky thought. Micky continued to hold Davy in a tight embrace. Within minutes Davy was asleep. Micky considered ending the activities then and there, but thought about the sticky mess he'd be leaving Davy in. Besides, there was so much more Micky wanted to do. Micky let Davy sleep a few more minutes before he carefully pulled away and slid down the bed. Micky thought about removing his own clothes, at least his shirt perhaps, but then decided he'd wait and see what would happen. Reaching Davy's stomach he bent down and left a soft kiss. Then he grasped the waistband of Davy's briefs and slowly peeled the sticky garment down. Well, there's something to clean up Micky chuckled as he tossed the briefs onto the floor.
Taking a firm hold of Davy's hips Micky began to lick up Davy's cum before it completely dried. The most seductive sigh escaped Davy's lips as he awoke to what Micky was doing. "Mick?" he asked softly.
"Relax, we're not quite done here Davy…" Micky continued to lick, giving Davy a thorough cleaning. Davy's heavy breathing had started up again and he was squirming quite a bit. Micky was using a lot more force on his hips to hold him onto the bed and he hadn’t even sucked his dick yet! Amazing!
"You okay babe?" Micky asked.
A low groan escaped Davy reminding Micky of the purring of a cat. "M-Micky…" Davy panted, "Oh Micky…."
Micky smiled to himself. Wait 'til he feels this, he thought. Davy's penis has once again become rock hard from Micky's licking. He took his first lick right at the base, edging his tongue around the sides a little.
"Mmmmmmmmm…” he heard from above. Micky enjoyed the encouragement and continued licking Davy's dick. Micky noted that while it was not a large penis, it fit Davy perfectly; and made the job of sucking it a pleasant little task. Kneeling between Davy's legs, he took the head into his mouth. Davy let out an adorable little gasp. He was panting like crazy and just glistening with sweat. Micky let his tongue roam around the edges of the head, lingering on the underside of the rim. Then he took all of Davy into his mouth, lifting his hips in the process. Davy's eyes flew open for a brief second, then squeezed tightly shut. Micky gave a couple of milking sucks and Davy was coming again, this time in Micky's soft warm mouth. Micky swallowed until he was sure there was nothing left. He eased Davy's hips back onto the bed as he watch the pleasure waves continue to ripple through Davy's little body.
As Micky moved to stretch out beside Davy once again he glanced at the clock on the bedside table. 12:05 am. That meant it was Davy's birthday. "Happy Birthday babe," Micky whispered as he softly kissed Davy's cheek.
Davy stirred in his arms and turned his face towards Micky's. Finally he was able to get his eyes open. His shiny eyes gazed at Micky's for a few moments. Finally he said, "Thank you Micky…you…always know what I need."
Micky reached around and pulled the blanket from under the spread up and over them. Just before Davy drifted off to sleep once more, he looked up at Micky again. "What about you?" He asked.
Micky smiled and held Davy tighter. "Your birthday has just begun, we have ALL DAY tomorrow!" Davy smiled contentedly and quietly fell asleep.
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