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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      Multi
  Fandom:
      My_Family
  Relationship:
      Michael_Harper/Original_male_characters, Michael_Harper/Original_female
      characters
  Character:
      Michael_Harper, Susan_Harper, Janey_Harper, Ben_Harper, Original_Female
      Characters, Original_Male_Characters
  Additional Tags:
      mastubation
  Stats:
      Published: 2012-07-18 Chapters: 3/3 Words: 2823
****** The sex life of michael harper ******
by Deadloveheart
Summary
     A look at the sex life of the youngest Harper, from masturbating age
     15 to sex through his life.
     Chapter 1 Masturbation.
     Chapter 2 M/F.
     Chapter 3 M/M.
***** Age 15 *****
Age 15.
I cant believe she was snooping in my room! Again! I was still fuming as I
stormed around my room checking everything in my draws and hiding places was as
it was left. God, mum has even been through my underwear draw. The cotton
garments scattered around the draw with abandon, a mix of white, black, blue
and gray.
I looked over my shoulder to check the door was shut, before walking over to my
bed. I pulled he sheet from under the mattress and a magazine dropped to the
floor, opening to the middle page. A glossy photo of a girl draped naked across
a pool table greeted my eyes. Her breasts, arse and front of her vagina exposed
to the camera. My school blazer slid down my shoulders and onto the floor,
followed by my tie. I sat on my bed, so I could see myself in the full length
mirror, bolted to the door of my wardrobe. My eyes glued to the picture in the
magazine as I loosened the top button of my white shirt. I popped each button
slowly, there was plenty of time before mums inedible dinner.
The shirt now balled up on the bed, in a creased heap, my chest bare. Slim and
pale, with clear hairs growing in a patch in the centre, and around my pink
nipples. I turned the page of the magazine and was greeted by a picture of a
brunet with her fingers inside of her. Christ. I quickly unbuckled my suddenly
to tight school trousers and threw them to the floor. I looked at myself in the
mirror as I stood in just a pair of camouflage briefs, clearly showing my
erection. The edge of my balls visible between the material and my legs. I
dropped them to the floor and sat naked on the bed. Dark brown pubes were
starting to grow around my hard penis and balls, I noticed, as I was admiring
myself in the mirror.
Looking back at the picture in the magazine, I spat into the palm of my right
hand and tightly gripped my hard cock. I licked my lips and tried to roll down
my foreskin, I got it about half way before giving up and thrusting into my
hand. Constantly staring at the picture of the girl, imagining it was her. I
set a quick pace, spreading my legs widely across the bed, my hand moving
quickly from the base to the rolled up foreskin. A light sheen of sweat was
coating my chest and legs, and my hair was slicking down onto my forehead. With
every stroke the pleasure grew, until I started to moan. A clear liquid
beginning to pool at what was visible of the head.
I lost interest in the photo and started to watch myself in the mirror, my
chest and cheeks shining with sweat and flushed red, my balls sweaty and
jiggling up and down with each tug of my penis. My mouth open forming a little
‘o’ shape. My little moans were turning into one long groan as I started to go
over the edge. My body tightened and my eyes squeezed shot as thick liquid
dribbled out of my penis. Coating my hand and collecting at my penis’s base. A
trail of the liquid ran between my balls and my legs. I sighed in contentment
and reached for the pack of tissues beside the bed, the strands of whitish
liquid hanging between my fingers. I wiped my hand clean, then scrubbed the
fluid from my chest and the rest of me.
I slid my briefs back on, and slipped across the landing and hopped into the
shower. The warm water soothing my body as it rained down, soaking my hair, and
running down my back, between my legs and to the floor, before slipping down
the drain.
***** Age 16 *****
Chapter Summary
     Michael looses his virginity.
“Bloody hell Susan! I don’t see why we have to go! It’s not as if we even like
the Jeffersons!” I heard my dad shout from the kitchen, followed by the sound
of the car door slamming and the engine starting. I pulled Megan past the door
and up the stairs towards my room. I slipped into the bathroom to squirt some
deodorant under my arms and take a piss, before walking back into my room and
finding her lying on my bed.
“So…Megan.” I muttered, shuffling my feet. “What do you want to do?”
She started to pull the bottom of her shirt up, to expose her slim stomach. “I
can think of one thing…” She muttered with a grin. “Your parents are out all
evening aren’t they Michael?”
“Well, unless dad has to talk to someone he doesn’t like. So we’ve got an hour,
tops.”
“Works for me.” She said, as she pulled her top over her head exposing a pink,
lace bra.
I tugged my shirt over my head and leaned forward to kiss her, my tongue
exploring her mouth and hers was exploring mine. She took my hand and placed it
on the clasp of her bra, and nodded her encouragement. With trembling hands I
fought to get it undone. She shrugged it off of her, her breasts visible to me
for the first time to me. Now seriously hard, I lowered myself until I was
level with them, and started to lick and nip at her erect nipples. She moaned
loudly, causing my jeans to become painfully tight, I was starting to sweat
already. She pulled my head to hers and kissed me on the lips, before popping
the button on my jeans and undoing the zip. I gasped, in surprise and relief as
the pressure has been eased.
When she looked at me her eyes were black with lust. “Megan…” I began, she
interrupted my by chewing on my left ear.
“I want this Michael. I want it to be with you.”
I nodded and unzipped her jeans, feeling the damp heat coming from her crotch.
She pulled my jeans down my legs and off of my feet, leaving me in just a pair
of tight black boxers. I tugged down her trousers baring her pink underwear to
me. A damp patch forming in the middle. She kissed me roughly, before sliding
my boxers down my body, my erect cock slapping my chest and my balls dangling
loosely.
“I think I’m overdressed Michael.”
I nodded, breathlessly, feeling self conscious. I removed her underwear, and
for the first time had a real naked girl in front of me. With a shock of horror
I realized I had no clue what she wanted me to do. I couldn’t ask could I?
Luckily she answered my unasked question by taking a condom from my wallet.
“Better safe than sorry.”
I was beyond words, I just nodded mutely, and gasped as her cool hands rolled
the latex down my rock hard penis, and gave the glands a hard squeeze. I
pressed my lips to hers and licked a stripe up her neck, making her to squeal.
Taking a deep breath I nudged her legs apart and lined up our bodies. I slowly
pushed into her, enveloping myself in warm, wet heat. I struggled to push
through the tight muscle. She wrapped her arms around me and whimpered at the
burn of being stretched. I kept slowly pushing into her vagina until my
bollocks were pressed against her.
“Are you okay?” I asked her.
“Yeah. God this fucking hurts…”
“It’ll get better.” I soothed her.
I slowly pulled half way out and thrust back in. Causing her to moan. Her legs
wrapped themselves around my back and arse, pressing tightly. On my next thrust
my head must have rubbed her clit, her back arched and she squeezed me harder.
“God. Faster Mike.”
I moaned in response. Quickening my pace, the sound of my scrotum hitting her
body filling the roam, along with our moans. I was soaked in sweat, my hips
were beginning to ache, and with ever movement I was getting closer to release.
I changed my angle and started directly hitting her clit, her moans turning
into loud near screams.
“MICHAEL! THERE! RIGHT THERE! GOD. OH GOD. MICHAEL!” she cried. It was all
getting to much, my body knotted and I started to shoot my load deep into the
condom. My sweaty, red face contorted in pleasure. I pulled my softening dick
out of her vagina, the condom full of white spunk. She grinned as she pulled it
off and tied a knot in it. She eyed my flaccid dick still covered in cum.
Without warning she took it into her mouth and licked it clean. Causing me to
moan loudly.
We were interrupted by the sound of the front door opening and foot steps
coming up the stairs, we pulled the duvet over our heads as the foot steps
stopped outside of my bedroom door. My door opened and mum pulled the duvet off
of us.
“Oh my god! Michael.”
Megan covered herself the best she could with her arms.
“Uhh…this is not a problem. I’m fine with this, you’re sixteen…..going on
seventeen.” She ran out of the room and the door shut behind her.
***** Age 21 *****
Chapter Summary
     Set just before Michael came out to Ben.
     M/M
I drained the pint in front of me, and ran a hand through my cropped black
hair. I looked up at my friends and muttered about needing a piss. I staggered
through the bar, giggling drunkenly.
I pushed at the toilet door, before realizing it needed to be pulled. To my
drunken brain this was the funniest thing. Ever. I walked into the empty toilet
and stood in front of a urinal. I fought with the zip on my jeans, and the
button fly of my boxers. When I finally got the button undone my dick slipped
out of my fly and I started to piss, smiling to myself at the relief.
I heard the door open behind me, and was aware of another man standing at the
urinal beside me. I heard his zipper open and the sound of hiss piss hitting
the porcelain urinal. God he’s handsome, I thought. Blond hair, rugged,
handsome…..well endowed. Wait. What the fuck? I’m checking men out at a urinal?
He looked round at me and smiled sweetly, and drunkenly. He turned and grabbed
me, and started to kiss me. He pushed me up against the wall. My brain was
screaming at me, I’m being kissed by a man, in a club toilet with my dick
hanging out! But his mouth was warm and soft, and his tongue insistent. And
when he looks at me with his brown eyes…
I pulled his mouth back down to mine, not caring someone could walk through the
door at any second. Or even that there maybe security cameras in here. He
started kissing down my neck and nibbling my collar bone. My cock, still
hanging out of my jeans was starting, to my embarrassment, grow rock hard. He
grinned as he saw it, and sank down to his knees and started to lick at the
head and slit. Even though I was hammering it into myself that I am straight, I
reacted like any guy about to get a blowjob. I started to moan at the
sensation, as he took my head into his mouth and swirled his tongue around. He
glared at me when my hips rutted forward, and pressed them to the wall. He was
not going to be rushed.
A few minuets later he had half of my achingly hard penis down his throat and
his hand working my balls and what he couldn’t manage. It was perfect, his
swirling tongue, warm, wet slobber, the feel of his throat muscles contracting
around me. I lost control when he took his hand off of my tightening bollocks
and took me fully into his mouth. I cried out loudly as my orgasm started, and
I continually ejaculated into his mouth. Some white fluid, full of air bubbles
started to seep from between his lips, and he still kept sucking, and I kept
shooting down his throat, my balls starting to ache, and I wondered how much
more I could take. It was like perfect torture. He let my now soft penis slip
from his lips and he swallowed. My thick white spunk staining his lips and
running down his chin.
He rose off of the floor and pulled me into a rough kiss, I could feel and
taste my own semen on his lips, feel it moving against my own. I could feel he
was rock hard as he rubbed against me, and I pulled him into a toilet cubicle.
He grinned as I pulled off my shirt, exposing my toned chest, with dark chest
hair and a dark happy trail.
He roughly pulled his top over his head and god. He is hot. He smashed his lips
to mine and explored my mouth with his tongue. I undid the button on my jeans
and slid them down my legs with their flies still open and a drop of my half
dried cum stuck to the zip.
He spun me around so I was facing the back wall of the cubicle, and I heard the
sound of his jeans hitting the cold tile floor. I was hunched over the toilet
cubicle, by arse prone to him. I was dress only in a pair of tight, purple
boxer briefs. His warm soft hand started to rub my back and shoulders, before
resting in the small of my back. He rubbed one of his fingers between the crack
of my arse visible through the tight purple cotton. Causing a hum of
satisfaction to leave my lips.
“May i?” He asked me.
I nodded quickly, and I felt his fingers disappear under the back of the
elastic waistband and slide the boxers down my legs.
“God. You have got a fucking great arse.”
I moaned in response, I was beyond even speaking.
“Have you ever been fucked by a man before?” He asked me.
My eyes went wide. “…no.”
“I’ll go gently. I promise. It’ll hurt, quite a bit at first, but I’ll make you
feel so good.”
He pushed three of his fingers into my mouth and told me to suck them. His
clothed erection nestled into the crack in my arse as he stood behind me. The
feeling of warmth was pure bliss. Once his fingers had a good coating of my
spit he took them from my mouth and pressed one of the against the dry,
puckered skin of my hole. Slowly, but firmly he pressed it in. Electing a hiss
from my lips at the slight discomfort. He gave me a moment to adjust before
pumping it in and out.
Awhile later he added a second. Causing me to groan at the painful burn of
being stretched open. He wasted no time in scissoring his fingers to stretch me
open. His fingers rubbed a spot inside me that caused me to moan and sputter.
“You know what that is don’t you?” He asked me.
I shook my head.
“That’s your prostate. That’s what’s going to make you cum until you see
stars.”
He pulled his fingers out of me causing my hole to desperately clench around
nothing. He rolled a condom onto his thick, uncut dick, and lined it up to my
hole. He rested a warm reassuring hand on my shoulder as he pressed in and I
cried out at the agony of being stretched wide open.
His hand rubbed gentle circles on my back, trying his best to comfort me. A few
minuets later he started to thrust into me, and after a few thrusts the pain
was gone and replaced by intense pleasure. Every feeling was amplified, the
feel of his busy pubes tangling with the hair in my arse, the sound of his
balls slapping hard into my hole, the sound of him grunting behind me, the wet
squelching sound of his penis inside of me.
I was starting to moan uncontrollably, my brow furrowed, my dick starting to
throb and twitch. I was soaked in sweat, my flesh flushed red. My eyes half
lidded. Without warning I came. It was like every muscle in my body gave up and
I was flying. Jizz was flying everywhere, splashing on the wall, on my chest,
and onto the floor, all without touching myself. A minute later and little
drops of spunk were still leaking out of my urethra. I was spent, and could
barley lift my head.
I heard loud, deep moaning behind me and felt intense heat fill me, as he shot
into the condom and his thrusting stopped. He pulled out and I groaned at the
sensation of being empty.
He pulled me into a hug, and gave me his number.
“Call me.”
He said, and walked out of the cubicle.
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