Tmnt #mikey Novels & Stories

There was a man already sitting down and talking on his phone. The guy is drop dead Gorgeous! Of course he's not better looking then Matthew, but still... he's handsome. "Mikey, It's nice to see you." said Matthew looking down at the Man. This is Mikey??? Mikey's dirty blonde hair and blue eyes. He has perfect tan skin and judging by his biceps I can tell he works out a lot. I wonder what his abs looks like... "Hey Matt, it's been a while." said Mikey hanging up his phone. Then standing up and shaking Matthews hand.

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.

I pulled out my phone and messaged Keith. "What was that about?" I sent. "Mikey was at the gym earlier, he is on to us haha." He responds with a laughing emoji. "Is that going to be a problem for you?" I ask. "No, he is one of my best friends up here. He says he likes you too, so if I am happy then its like 2 Christmas's for him." Keith replies. "Ok, I have to go get back on drop so I will see you in a little bit." I tell him as dispatch radios for me to replace another guard.

Once I was settled, Mikey started running again. ‘Where are we going?’ I asked. If Mikey knew that there was a backpack there, it only means that he knew this place. ‘Somewhere safe,’ he replied but didn’t say anything more. Mikey continued to run for another thirty minutes or so before stopping in front of a very big tree. He lowered himself telling me that it was safe to get down. Once I was standing, Mikey took the backpack in his mouth and went behind the very big tree with a very big hole and when he was back he was in his human form. Wearing tattered faded jeans and a white v-neck t-shirt.

“Have a minute? Mikey's back and has some news.” I dropped my pen immediately and leaned back in my seat, looking up at him with my full attention. “For you and my best tracker, of course.” He opened the door fully and walked in then along with a tall, muscular black man with a shiny bald head and a solemn look on his bearded face. He was still dressed in his camouflage gear and looked very much like someone who had come right off the field. Both of them bowed, Mikey's own holding far deeper and longer than Fred's.

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."

The fragile peace they’d been living in for the past week and a half felt like thin ice—beautiful on the surface, but ready to crack with one wrong step. “Yo, boss lady,” Mikey called from across the bay, his voice cracking with that awkward teenage enthusiasm. The nineteen-year-old prospect was sprawled dramatically across a workbench, pretending to fan himself with an oily rag. “If you keep making these bikes sound like angry demons, I’m gonna start thinking you sold your soul to the devil. Or worse—Reaper’s dick.”

He gives me a smile and grabs my hand. (What’s your name mate?) he asks curiously. (I’m Mila Gibson and you?) I ask. (That’s a beautiful name. I’m Adam Thompson.) He replies. (What pack are you from Adam?) I ask innocently. (I’m the future beta of the Crescent Moon Pack.) He says proudly. I pull my hand away from him slowly, and he looks at me confused. (Is something wrong?) He asks confused. (I’m sorry, but I have plans and this is not part of them.) I whisper.

Andrew nodded at his big brother who then stood straight. "Do you have lots of toys?!" Ethan asked Ryan with wide eyes. Ryan looked away, not too much thrilled with the company Ethan provided. "Bye, we'll be back soon," Rita waved and Squad 10 started walking out of the mansion. "Hey nitwit, remember when I was your age I was lording over my playmates," Kevin smirked at Ethan who grew red. "Go away!" The small boy huffed. Kevin laughed before he and Aiden left the house.

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.