MICHAEL R. THOMAS
Chapter 102
Romantic Sex Story: Chapter 102 - My name is Michael Thomas, and have been raised by my mother, after my father died. I was five and will turn 18 on my next birthday. This is the story about what happens starting from the year I was entering 6th Grade...
Caution: This Romantic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/ft Ma/ft mt/Fa Fa/Fa ft/ft Teenagers Romantic Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Celebrity Humor School Sharing Incest Mother Son Daughter Niece Aunt Nephew InLaws Orgy Interracial Black Male Black Female White Male White Female Oriental Female Hispanic Female White Couple Anal Sex Cream Pie Double Penetration Exhibitionism First Masturbation Oral Sex Petting Pregnancy Safe Sex Sex Toys Tit-Fucking Voyeurism Babysitter Big Breasts Size Small Breasts Teacher/Student
AS WE NEAR THE HALFWAY POINT OF THIS EPIC STORY, LET’S RECAP:
Michael Robert Thomas (Jr) was born in the early summer of 1998, learning during the WINTER season of 2002 that his father had died under semi-mysterious circumstances.
Near the same time as his death, Michael developed a love for music, dancing around whenever it came on the radio, TV, or his mother giving musical lessons to students throughout the area of Vincennes, Indiana. Besides that, she sang, professionally before Michael was born, although he does recall her singing him to sleep when he was very young.
When unable to shake his boogaloo, he then developed swinging his hands and arms to the music with his mom helping him turn that into a skill of conducting music.
By the time of his entry into first grade, at Jackson Heights, he was quite learned in reading, writing and arithmetic, especially the latter of the three.
With a large library of books in the house, he was reading three years passed his school level. He also had a keenly developed math skill, that his burgeoning logical mind used to his advantage.
However, despite these skills, he was happy at being ‘invisible’ outside of the classroom being satisfied with doing his homework up in his room.
His best friend at the school was Ms. Jepson, the School Administrator while she called him simply Michael.
While they had machines at school, his mom made him lunch every day. It was a variety between Roast Beef and Cheddar Rollup, Peanut Butter and Jelly Sandwiches, Toasted Cheese Sandwiches, (They had a microwave), a bag with two apples, and four pealed Hard-boiled eggs. Occasionally, he got a sealed bag of leftover Noodles and Chicken, his absolute favorite.
In his backpack he kept the books he needed for his classes, and several softcover novels to read at lunch or when he finished an assignment given by the teacher. The teachers were aware of this and allowed it. He was typically the student with the best grades in all of Jackson Heights Elementary School.
Often, he was bullied, due to being the smallest student in every class. He went online to find out how to deal with these guys, and top of the list was to ignore them. The reason they bully, the online pamphlet said, was to get a reaction from the person being bullied, or any of his buddies who enjoys watching.
The first big moment in his life was when he heard about a live musical event when he was about twelve. It was in a large classroom, with a piano, and a band of nine. There was a music stand with some sheet music on it.
Principal Harold McGowan rushed in, asking, “Has anyone seen George Cates? He is supposed to be our Student Conductor today?”
Despite his interest in staying invisibility, he pulled his baton out of his schoolbag, given to him by his mother, he offered, “Principal, I can do it, if you will let me?”
Half of the people in there laughed, while a few were willing to see it through.
“It appears that Mr. Thomas has the tools to do it, so, when you are ready, Michael?”
He assumed the music was in the order to be played, so he opened the song Moon River with the note ‘Instrumental’ and pointed to the pianist, the Band Teacher, Mr. Planck.
He gave the chord for the band to make sure they were in tune, then nodded back to Michael.
With a swoop with the left hand and baton, the small room filled with a very adequate melody for being only a group of nine!
They almost ended all together, getting a moderate applause. Mr. Thomas stepped to the side to give the brave students their own applause, and with being pointed to, Mr. Planck got his own.
As that song was moved to the back of the list, a very lovely girl with long blonde hair with blue eyes walked out, and Michael looked down to see the song was ‘I Dreamed a Dream,’ from the musical LES MISERABLE. He knew of it, and hoped she sang as lovely as she looked.
Mr. Thomas looked back over to the young lady who was at least a foot taller than he and introduced her, “Everyone, I wish you to meet Jennifer Guthrie who will be singing the song ‘I Dreamed a Dream.’
Due to the many books his mother got Michael, all about conducting, he tapped the music stand on the upper left side, and put up his left and right hand, and on the thirteenth beat, our singer began to sing.
After every phrase, they looked at each other...
That was it!
That was the beginning of a love affair between two very young people.
They grew up, falling deeply in love with one another. Since then, he had created multiple Musical Theater moments because they had no equal, thus becoming THE GOLD STANDARD!
While growing up together, many things happened, including Michael being beaten up, by the friends of an ex-boyfriend of Jennifers although he completely healed.
That wasn’t the first time he was in the local hospital, but he always healed, never leaving behind a scar or a scratch. Jennifer’s mother, by sheer coincidence was the best friend of his mother in both high school and Jacob’s School of Music.
This made for the moms and the kids becoming closer, having many meals and events all together. During this time, Michael and Jennifer became official boyfriend and girlfriend, and went from holding hands to kissing, typically in covert circumstances.
The two-song concert, with the help of the School Principal, a hefty gentleman named Harold McGowan, into pushing Michael and Jennifer to develop another concert, this time with a dozen musical numbers.
Michael, despite being almost two years younger than his girl, used his charisma to develop the band into a mini-orchestra plus a choir, bringing lots of parents and siblings to the Concerts by word of mouth and raw talent, in the case of Jennifer.
As their feelings grew, so did the size and quality of the musical zeitgeist that surrounded them.
At a dinner event, at an out of town place called Hooters, with his Jennifer, Janice Thomas, Alice Guthrie, Ms. Stapleton, a part-time schoolteacher also named Jennifer, Michael suggested they all sang a song. Michael wasn’t a singer at that time, but used his charisma and conducting skills and directed them in a lovely rendition of ‘Mister Sandman,’ using his ability to speak extemporaneously, and called them The Gold Standard Quartet. Between their lovely voices and all four of them being beautiful, there was a lovely applause for them.
Unfortunately, that was the only music they had learned so far, but with Jenn Stapleton’s working part-time at the Lincoln High School and Hooters, they were invited back, getting a free meal for a few songs.
Over a period of time, the GSQ became more than just a few beautiful female singers. Through a set of circumstances, the five of them were all living together. And with Miss Stapleton quitting Hooters to become a full-time teacher in the Musical Department of Lincoln High School, and leaving her apartment, her bank account quickly moved from the red to the black.
Besides all that, the two schools were close enough for Jenn and Michael to get a ride most days. The School Bus was always viable although young Mr. Thomas preferred getting to be in the back seat with Jennifer in his arms and the lovely Ms. Stapleton to look at in her rear-view mirror, occasionally getting caught looking at the wonderfully well-endowed teacher.
Michael cherry-picked some more musicians and singers from both schools as he developed The Gold Standard Society, finding time to rehearse at Lincoln High Auditorium.
With Jackson Heights being a relatively expensive private school, a group of proud parents put some money together put up its own facility that much to Michael’s chagrin was scheduled to become Michael Thomas Auditorium.
While there will be more, now there are 123 members of The Gold Standard Society that consist mostly of the Jackson Heights Elementary School and Lincoln High School, but there are a dozen other schools that Michael can pursue to gather as many more as he can find room for.
Jennifer and Michael are scheduled to be getting married on November 30, 2014!
MEANWHILE ... Back to the present
Fortunately, Peter came out in time, during my applause and got me back to my wheelchair.
We didn’t have an intermission and just kept going. I did my best to change out the singers all I could so nobody would get over extended.
I even had my original Gold Standard Quartet get up and sing the acapella “God Bless The USA” to give the orchestra a slight break.
James Allen sang “Sexual Healing,” to the delight of Joanie and many of the young ladies in the closest portion of the audience
The young ladies as a group that I call to myself, THE GOLD STANDARD GIGGLERS came up, led by Carla and Rose and sang “Smokey the Bear” making the crowd laugh and cheer when it was done.
With Paul not here, I had Peter join the Serenaders as they sang, “Some Days Are Diamonds.”
Our last song of the night would be “Love American Style.”
About halfway through, I rolled over to in front of them and I said, “Thank you Minneapolis, we perform at the Fargo Dome tomorrow night in Fargo, North Dakota. I hope they are as nice as you have been ... Good night and God Bless You All.”
Love, American style
Freer than the land of the free
Love, American style
Truer than the red, white and blue
Love, American style
Freer than the land of the free
Love, American style
Truer than the red, white and blue
The crowd left quickly, but some people came up to give us some personal thanks. That’s always very appreciative. I was terribly ready for some Mineral Ice, but a recognizable face came up to me.
It was MacGyver ... Richard Dean Anderson, to be specific. He’s older, but still very recognizable.
He put out his hand and I shook it briskly.
“You are quite the trouper there, Mr. Thomas. Despite a bad leg, you put on quite the show. Having all of those redheads surrounding you doesn’t hurt.”
“Everyone, in both the orchestra and the performers on stages support me ... as I support them.”
Tracy and Jennifer came up on either side of me with Trace asking, “Who’s your good-looking friend, Michael?”
He took Tracy by the hand and said, “My name is Richard, what’s yours’ pretty girl?”
Her giggle was so loud, as I said for her, “Her name is Tracy, she’s one of the newest members of the Gold Standard Society.”
“Tracy dear,” I said. “Have you never seen any of the Stargate series, maybe his hit TV show, MACGYVER?”
“Ohh, my, God ... I loved that show growing up. Oh ... I’m sorry Richard. I didn’t mean that to sound ... I so envied all the girls you had on the show. I wanted to be one of them really bad.”
“Does that mean you wanted to be a bad girl?” he said lecherously on purpose.
“Uh ... well. NO, not how you made it sound like. It’s so wonderful to meet you. I never expected to meet anyone famous doing this ... I just love to sing ... and I love Michael.”
Janice came and took her away, before her mouth got her into any further trouble. Richard and I shook hands and he parted. He’s 64 but didn’t look it!
I saw dad approaching with a very well-dressed man alongside him. He put out his hand saying, “Hello Michael ... my name is Ken Powell. I’m CEO for General Mills Corporation, based here in Minneapolis. Your father here tells me that besides being the showman I just saw suffering through a three-hour performance, you are the CEO of the GSS Corp, who is building the largest building of its type in Indiana.”
“That is correct sir, it stands to hold over 25,000 people when it is complete in about eighteen months or so.”
“Brian here also told me that you have lots of land to build out over time. Is that correct?”
Realizing where he may be going with this, I said, “Are you looking for land to build a processing center for one of your divisions of GMC?”
“You were right when you said that he is a quick study, Brian. As a matter of fact, Michael, we have been looking for a place in Indiana to build one or more of our Haagen-Dazs stores and you have a center we could place it in.”
“Certainly, we do. What about your other brands, like Yoplait yogurt, Pillsbury Products, maybe even a corporate office in our beautiful town of Vincennes?”
“We already have one in New Albany, Michael,” he answered. “How about selling some of our products in your concession stand at the grand facility that’s being built?”
“I would have to forward that request to my Concessions Manager, Ms. Beverly Patterson. I personally love your Yoplait products, especially your Creamy Strawberry.”
“How about some money then? We could use another place to help defray our tax liability.”
“Sir ... Mr. Powell. If you don’t have any other reason to give us the money except for tax purposes, I would hesitate to take anything from you. We have ... I guess, I have a commitment to my organization and all of those yet to be part of it, to only have those partners that are as hopeful for the youth of our world as I am.”
I wiped a tear off my face.
“Michael, that’s all I need to hear from you. Brian, here is our check for $10,000,000 to use as you and this remarkable young man see fit. Here is my business card, Michael. Please pass it on to Ms. Patterson?”
I took it with a very big smile ... that had been a test of my resolve, I love tests!
He left as I saw the man who would be handing me a check for the evenings’ performance.
“Hello Mr. Thomas, my name is Samuel Cushing. I’m the general manager of this facility for AEG Services.”
“Good evening to you, sir, or is it morning yet?”
“Not quite. I’m proud to announce to you and your organization how gratifying it is to see such talented young people willing to take off for the summer and go from town to town and go through the grind of performing for multiple nights in a row. I’m very proud to tell you that you set a new record for attendance in this place. You broke the record set by Garth Brooks that he set recently. Our facility normally holds 19,365 people. With some help, we got 21,433 in here tonight.”
“That means that I have a check for you for $2,571,961. Thank you very much. Maybe we can do this all again next summer?”
“That may be possible, we will keep your contact information around while we discuss that in a few months.”
Brian was behind me and took the check after I looked it over for a while. “Brian, did you realize how much money we would be making on this Tour?”
“I want whatever you want, son. You are worth every cent you receive from anywhere you go. How’s your leg?”
“I’ll be OK,” I exclaimed. “I got some really HOT red-headed nurses to help me.”
“Damn right,” Princess said coming up behind me ready to wheel me somewhere. “Sit down lover boy, you need to take a load off. Thank you, Daddy,” she said giving him a kiss on the cheek.
She wheeled me off to the buses, where we headed to our
Fourth stop – 235 miles
Fargo, North Dakota
The Fargodome
(One Performance)
Right around 3:30 am, we pulled up to the eighteen-story Radisson Hotel Fargo. Everybody looked tired, and we all quickly went to our rooms with bags in hand. Princess got me another wheelchair telling them I had re-injured my leg.
She told me that the in-house restaurant was called the Zest and opened in three hours. Jenn, Princess, Stu, and Brigitte were in the room with me. I was quite surprised.
“Don’t get too excited now, Michael?” Jenn said. “Since you weren’t feeling well, she was very concerned about you and explained she knew some special massage techniques to help your leg. Do you want it now, or after you sleep for a while?”
“Whatever Miss LaPierre suggests,” I said all smiles.
Princess said they should all get dressed for bed first. She took off my shoes and socks, then pulled off my trousers. I had to hold on to my boxers or I would have shown everyone my very excited phallus at that point.
I watched while Jenn and Brigitte were getting undressed in front of me. There were giggles as I had done that.
Stu and Princess were watching everything from the other bed.
“Oh, Michael,” our visitors pretty voice said to me, “Your ankle looks very sore.”
I removed the pillow to see her in a lovely bra and panties, both dark blue and terribly sexy.
Ms. LaPierre kneeled alongside the bed and reached over to just above my ankle and did something she called ‘The Wiper’ technique using her elbows. I couldn’t tell if it helped or not, but it didn’t hurt.
“Turn onto your front side please?” she asked.
After I did, she tried it again, but higher on the thicker part of my leg just below the knee joint. That did something I felt down to my toes.
“That felt very nice, Brigitte. Maybe I should hire you as my personal masseuse?”
I got a slap on my covered butt with, “I don’t think so, Michael ... you may just become a hypochondriac if we did that,” Jennifer said.
“Whenever you need my hands on you, Michael ... just tell one of your lovely young ladies. We are not finished yet, roll onto your back, please?”
“Sure,” I said feeling my dick getting really hard right about now. “Vos mains sentent merveilleux.”
“Trés Bonne, Michael.”
“What did he just say to you?” Princess asked Miss LaPierre.
“He just said that my hands felt good on him,” she said with a giggle.
She got up and pulled me to the bottom edge of the bed, surprising me with her hand strength. “I’m going to use the menthol on you now, is that all right?”
“Whatever you want to do is just fine,” I answered, half expecting another slap.
I felt the coolness of the menthol, and both of her hands turning opposite directions from my upper leg to the bottom of my feet. It felt so good, with the most pressure on just above my ankle. She got some more of the cool semi-liquid and did it all again.
I was almost asleep when I felt a body join me in the bed. “Vous sentez-vous bien?”
‘If this was a dream, don’t wake up,’ I said to myself. I turned from my front to my side and next to me was Brigitte.
“Sssh, put your hands on me please?”
I instinctually did as she asked, but I went under the bra to feel her nipples in the short time I expected alone with her. Her hand went inside my boxers, and she grasped me tightly. Our lips touched as we held one another. Oh, how marvelous she feels to me.
“Do you love him?” Jennifer asked our guest.
“No, but I do get wet inside whenever he comes near me.”
Jennifer said. “Just don’t hurt him, please?”
“I will not,” this raven-haired beauty said taking my dick out of my pants and moving her mouth to encase it very tightly.
“This should be fun to watch,” Princess said from the other bed “Squeeze my tits please, Stu?”
That was all I heard from them as I focused on the machinations of this long-haired beauty who makes me think of Lucy Liu from ELEMENTARY when I have her face this close to me. Jennifer got in the bed on my other side starting a kiss while Ms. LaPierre sucked me.
Her tongue was doing something I hadn’t felt before, and it made me cum much sooner than I had expected to.
“Do you want me on top, Michael?” she asked taking off her bra.
“Please, I’m a little worried about my sore ankle. If you don’t mind?”
“This is so hot,” Jennifer said. “Fuck her really hard, Michael ... Cum inside that hair covered pussy of hers.”
Miss LaPierre giggled as she poised above my very hard dick.
Before I could tell her to be careful, she dropped on me. She looked at me ... I saw lust on her face as I reached up to grab her breasts. She leaned into my hands and took them in hers. Wow, she is as good as I had hoped.
The evening she joined us, was in the back of my mind all through this.
****
When we all woke up, I felt and found Brigitte back on my dick, asleep. I know she had gotten up and cleaned herself and me really well. As if to make a point, she put me back in her mouth and sucked until was I hard again.
At that point, I had felt her get next to me and fall asleep. Sometime after that she must have gotten horny again and climbed on. The girls were standing up out of bed and saw her connected to me.
“Damn, she has a nice ass,” Princess said. “Stuey, would you like to fuck Brigitte, sometime?”
“Hell yeah,” he said, “Only if you are there at the same time, my love.”
“They are talking about you ... it was your butt that first attracted me to you. Then your face. Haven’t you ever had anyone tell you great your ass is?”
“No, of course not.” she said almost sounding offended.
“Why not?” Jennifer said sitting on the bed. “Michael pointed out to us how pretty you were the same day he first met you. Don’t your parents at least tell you good things about how you look?”
“I shouldn’t tell you this, but when you have seen them, they were visiting me from two different states, neither in Indiana.”
“You live all by yourself?” Princess asked.
“Yes,” she said laying her head back down on my chest.
“Everyone needs to take a shower so we can all have breakfast and talk some more about this,” I said. “Ladies can go first, would you please?”
Princess took Stu in with her and Jenn to take a shower, lucky guy!
“You are my champ-ee-on,” the naked french girl on my dick said.
I thought that was the sweetest thing I had ever been called.
Wait a minute ... Champion?
“Could you please get up off me, Brigitte?”
Begrudgingly, she did, and she appeared quite happy over all we had done together since last night. I saw that when I had gnawed on the underside of her breasts, I had left a mark.
While waiting for the shower I went to my laptop. I purchased some music, making a new playlist just as two very clean redheads plus a smiling Stuart walked out. Brigitte ran in and dropped on the toilet. I walked by her starting a shower for us to take. I only hope they left us some hot water.
I pulled her in the shower with me, to her loud giggling. She obviously never showered with another person before, but she did recognize the benefits almost immediately. She soaped up her hands and started cleaning my still partially erect dick. I could hardly believe it when I came again all over her hands.
“Michael, you are so excited. Is it because of me?”
“I can’t believe you don’t realize how gorgeous you are?” I said. “I even had a dream that we were married with two little girls, Adrienne and Michelle.”
“Really,” she said. “I love both of those names quite much.”
While she cleaned me, I was kissing her some more, this time all over the tip of her nipples. Unfortunately, I could tell we were losing our hot water so we both finished quickly, then I helped her out of the shower.
“That was so ... refreshing,” she said drying herself off. “Thank you for the best evening I have had in my entire life.”
“We need to get to breakfast, I’m hungry,” I said.
She went out and we saw they all had left, leaving us a note to meet them for breakfast. I watched as she dressed in a lovely skirt and blouse. She put on a bit of makeup, and we left.
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