Goonies Mikey Novels & Stories

Being loved was the key. *** Three years later… “Here, sweetie, take this to your father.” I patted the two-year-old diapered bottom as he ran down the hall looking for Daddy. I heard the squeal of laughter a moment later and knew Mikey found his dad. I pulled the number twenty jersey over my head, grabbed my purse-come-diaper bag and walked into the living room. Killian placed Mikey’s butt to his face before putting his feet to the floor and gave me a look.

Mikey looks at me for help, but I just lean back in my chair, enjoying the show. You can cut the tension in the room with a knife, and Mikey still stutters as he tries to push back his fear, “No, Mindy! I didn’t realize she had only been with one guy! I didn’t reject her! I was nervous!” He finally breathes out, and Mindy glances at me before, pausing before she laughs. “You were nervous?” she holds her belly. “Mikey Clody, the man whore was afraid of having sex with a girl?” she laughs hysterically before feeling her forehead. “Well, no fever, so I guess I heard you right.”

Mateo said and Natalia nodded and smiled at me. “Me? Who? More friends?” “Nah, this one is a guy.. A badass guy. Well, I mean he looks like one.” “What was his name again?” Mateo asked as he turned around like he was about to call for him. “Zade?” Mikey said and Mateo clapped his hands. “Zade, Mike is back.” A young guy with full plump lips, blond short hair, 5 '9 tall or thereabout stepped out from the kitchen, ran, and gave Mikey a big hug. Mikey looked shocked, and traumatized.

“Do I look like I’m kidding? Give me the mic and tape, and I will tape it on her.” Fine.” Mikey says as he opens the suitcase and pulls everything out. True to his word, Bryce tapes the mic to my chest and makes sure that no one sees me with my shirt open. Once my shirt is closed, Mikey walks around to make sure that you can’t see any traces of the mic. Then he steps close to me and speaks down into the mic. “Testing, can you hear me?” Mikey and I both have an earpiece in our ears. My hair covers mine, and I hear “good to go.”

But that doesn’t mean I enjoy his long hours of training and having him as my father’s number one go-to person. I hurriedly close my locker door and rush outside. I don’t need to check my phone because I know that Mikey will be standing there waiting for me. I stopped running and relax as I see the familiar shade of maroon at the left side of the school’s gate—the color of Mikey’s truck. Mikey spotted me first and smiled at me as he slowly walked toward me. How can you not love this guy? Imagine his black clean-cut hair slicked back, Eyes covered with those sexy Top Gun Ray Ban glasses as his white T-shirt hugs every inched of this muscled body.

Mikey curses and looks around but I guess the coast is clear because he slips in and closes the door behind him, "I need you to make my face bleed somehow. Punch me hard." "What?" He asks, looking at me like I'm the biggest weirdo. Mikey is the slowest one, but he always does what I ask, "Fine, I guess..." He gets his fist ready and I brace myself, but right before he goes to punch me, he stops and grabs his rifle. "I think this is going to be easier," he says and takes it off the sling. I don't think he wants to shoot me, so I lift an eyebrow as I watch him turn it around to hit me with the back of it, "Bring your face closer."

“Okee dokee. Off we go, then.” As Mick leaves the parking lot, I pull out a Slim Jim and dangle it in front of his face. It stays stiffly out in front of his nose for a few seconds but then starts to bow down, going limp in my hand. I bounce it a few times for effect and it taps his nose. “Want one?” He takes it from me, smiling just before he rips off a big chunk with his teeth. “Don’t mind if I do.”

She ached to be filled by one of them. Jay eagerly did as Mikey directed, and Mikey helped him line up with Heather. All three groaned aloud as Jay found his seat finally. “Oh, this is nice. This is really nice.” As Jay moved within Heather. Mikey teased Heather’s other hole before slipping his fingers in there as a delightful surprise for both of his mates. Mikey had the best seat in the house. He buried his fingers in one mate and sucked the balls of the other. His erection returned with a vengeance, and he felt the perfection of their entire relationship.

I hope he’s okay back there. Meanwhile, in the play area, Mikey stacked Legos into a wobbly tower. Another boy sat across from him, Mikey couldn't see his face clearly, so he moved closer, wanting to borrow a Lego piece. “Hey, can I borrow a—” Mikey said cheerfully, shocked when the boy turned around. “Mikey? What are you doing here?” “Leo? I could ask you the same thing…wait if you're here, does that mean your dad is—”

"Some kinda party I wasn't invited to?" Eleanor turned to him and was left mouth agape. "Is that—" "Mikey" The young man took the words from her lips in glee. He walked towards Eleanor proudly and hugged her tightly. "Y-you've grown!" Eleanor blurted in surprise. Mikey frowned. "Was I supposed to be a mushroom?" "Where are my niece and nephew?" He asked looking around. Everyone immediately turned to face Eleanor at the mention of the kids. Eleanor shrugged and pointed upstairs. "Sleeping, I guess."