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My whole world-view had shifted as a result of my encounter with Sam on the train. First of all, I couldn't stop thinking about him. I kept imagining myself on the dirty Amtrak floor, rubbing his bulge through his khakis, unfastening his pants, licking his silky skin and fondling his balls.
But more than that, now as I watched cute boys walk by me or stand next to me on line, they weren't intangible anymore. I had been with one of them, the cutest one I could imagine, actually. It made me hopeful that something like my train experience could happen again. The idea that even seemingly perfect kids had some kind of hunger for gay sex really excited me.
I had to be careful, because I started to find myself in weird situations. My friend and I had lunch, and I was staring at this young teenage kid walk by. He had short blonde hair, an adorable face, and was skinny as can be. He wore board shorts and an orange t-shirt. I watched as he sauntered on the sidewalk, eyeing his bulge first and his cute little ass as he passed by. My friend even said to me, "Do you know him or something?" I snapped out of my trance and made up some bullshit: "Yeah, I thought so..."
Another night, my girlfriend and I rented the movie "Notes on a Scandal," which depicts a high school teacher having an illicit affair with her fifteen-year old male student. Not to mention that the actor that plays the student is really hot. Well, we were watching it and I was so boned up I was going crazy. When we fucked later, the whole time I either imagined I was the teacher or that Sam was there with me. But honestly, this was not unusual. Often, in order to get sufficiently excited, I would imagine various scenarios (always with guys) while we were hooking up. If I wasn't completely gay before, I was now--this kid had messed up my mind so much there was no going back.
Sam, meanwhile, kept existing in his own separate world. I thought about what he was doing often--normal things like going to school and having dinner with his family, maybe going to sports practices. Going about his daily life. Again, it made me proud (and horny) to think that there was this perfect, gorgeous 14-year old kid that secretly had sex on the train with a guy five years older than him, just continuing to pretend things were as they were. I wanted to call him so badly, but part of me was worried. Did he actually like it? I know he did when it happened, but I had kind of forced his hand to start. Would he want it to happen again? I know he had given me his number but maybe he had second thoughts. Things would surely become more complicated now with school and his family and everything.
So I waited a few days before finally calling. It was a Tuesday, after dinner. He'd probably be doing his homework or something. I was nervous and terrified, even shaking a little bit. What would I say if it went to voicemail? What if a sibling picked up his phone?
It rang and after what seemed like ages, I heard his sexy voice. "Hello?"
"Hey Sam. It's Ned. From the train."
"Oh. Hi. Hold on one second."
I could hear him moving around and him yell away from the phone, "Mom! I'm going for a walk!" My god, this was hot. I loved how he was sneaking away from his house to talk to me!
A few seconds later, I heard a screen door slam and he whispered, "Hey. What's up?"
"Not much man. I've been thinking about you."
"Yeah?" he said huskily. I could tell he was nervous.
"Yeah, a lot. Anyway, I was wondering if you might want to meet up again."
There was a long pause. "Umm...yeah," he croaked. "Yeah."
I could barely contain my excitement. "Okay. How do you want to do it?"
"Uhh, why don't you come by the house on Saturday? I'll tell my parents you play soccer and train in the area, that we met on the train and you agreed to work out with me. I have to get conditioned for travel soccer tryouts, so I think they'll buy it." This was perfect. I actually did play soccer anyway. He gave me his address and we made plans to meet at his house, and then go back to my apartment (I was going to school in the vicinity). We'd probably both be sweaty afterwards anyway, so it would look like we had been running.
The next few days were brutal, but finally Saturday came. My heart was going a mile a minute when I found his house and pulled in the driveway. It was nice-sized house with a small soccer goal on the front lawn and basketball hoop at the end of the driveway. I slowly went up the walkway, trying to stay composed. Got to the door and rang the doorbell. His mom opened the door. "You must be Ned!" she said excitedly. "Sam told us about you. Come on in."
"Really?" I thought, "How much did he tell?" I smirked at myself. As I stepped in the doorway, she offered me cookies. "Not before training," I laughed, "or I'll want to take a nap." It killed me that this woman was inviting me into her home after I had sex with her little golden boy just a week ago. It actually made everything even more erotic somehow. "Sam, come on down!"
He bounded down the stairs, shirtless, with youthful energy, soccer bag on his shoulder. Man, this kid was something. I stared at his lightly rippled chest and my eyes drifted to the lump underneath his thin, navy shorts. "Sam!" his mother chided him, "put a shirt on! We have a guest!" He looked me in the eyes, and I can't even describe how electric it was, knowing that we shared something nobody else knew, including his unsuspecting mother. I had seen more than him shirtless. "Yeah, I'm putting it on, Mom." He stretched his arms and put on a white t-shirt on. "I'll be back in a couple hours, okay?"
"Couple of hours?"
"Yeah, I'm not going to be the best on the team by not working hard." He smiled at me, and I nodded approvingly. "We won't be too long," I promised.
He kissed his mom on the cheek and we got in the car to make the quick drive to my apartment. I noticed that he adjusted himself a lot, grabbed at the fabric around his package and pulled it away, or played with his balls. It was a subtle reminder that he was fourteen: I remember that--that there was no apprehension or shame about publicly toying with your dick when you're that age. It was also a reminder that he wasn't perfect, that he was just a kid, human--but that only made him more perfect and attractive and lovable.
Our conversation was mostly about soccer until we stopped at a red light, and a surge of lust overtook me. I looked at his cute face and then down at his lap, and ran my hand over his right leg and over his bulge. He was even better than I remembered him. He smiled weakly at me and shivered a little bit, but before we could go further, we heard a honk... the light had turned green.
We continued chatting. I asked him a lot of questions. He told me he had a twin sister and a brother a year and a half older. He played soccer, basketball, and lacrosse--I guess that explained his perfectly toned body. I asked him if he had a girlfriend. "I've had a couple," he chuckled, "but they didn't do anything like we did." "I bet not," I said under my breath.
And surprisingly, he seemed interested in what I did, what my major was, where I was from, and so on. He wasn't overly chatty but he wasn't quiet, either. He was clearly raised well because he was very polite. He even said at one point, "Thanks for driving." As if it was a burden for me to make the ten-minute drive to see him again, to be with him again.
We pulled up to my apartment, and I wondered if my neighbors would wonder what I was doing walking in with a 14-year old boy. Hopefully my girlfriend didn't make a surprise visit. I had made sure to tell her I was busy, but I imagined her shock as she walked in Sam flopping his dick on my face or tongue, or fucking me senseless, or cumming on my face and hair as I rubbed up and down his fuzzy legs.
We got inside and I asked him if he wanted anything to drink. I don't know why I did that, because I was really ready to enjoy him, but I thought it was only polite. "Yeah," he said, "got to hydrate." I got him some water and he gulped it down, some of it missing his mouth and dampening his t-shirt. As he drank, I came up behind him, kissed his neck and rubbed his chest, feeling my stiffening member against his ass, and I could see his mouth crook up into a half-smile. He exhaled deeply and set the water glass down on the counter. "Let's go into my bedroom," I said, out of breath.
He followed me into my room and admired my large plasma TV and speakers before I turned him around and kissed him on the mouth. I loved how he tasted. I wanted to explore him, to know every intimate detail about him. I ran my hands down his chest and lifted up his shirt, revealing his beautiful chest again. He had a lovely V in his lower abs that all good athletes have.
This time around, though, instead of just passively allowing me to explore him, he quietly asked me if he could touch my chest. "Sam, you can do whatever you want," I said. He lightly touched me and circled around my back as I kissed his nipples.
I brushed my hand up his leg underneath his short and fondled him through his blue plaid boxers, teasing him as his half-soft cock grew thick and hard. He continued to explore my body and even initiated a kiss. That got me so excited I quickly tugged down his shorts, eager to taste his dick again.
His now throbbing cock flopped out and almost slapped me in the face. Immediately I buried myself in it, sucking him and licking up and down the shaft. "Unhh," he moaned. "That feels nice." I fished for my dick in my shorts and began to jack it, I was getting so turned on by him. He began breathing heavier and his eyes were closed. He shook his head and opened them. "Ned?" he said. I wiped my mouth. "Yeah?"
"Can I try doing that to you?"
I caught my breath, shocked. "Yeah man. You can do that to me."
The feeling of his fingertips running over my body and lowering the waistband of my shorts was incredibly exhilarating. I kicked my shorts away and he felt my dick for the first time. He might have been surprised that it was slightly smaller than his; probably relieved that he didn't have to suck a massive cock his first time around. He wrapped his hand around my shaft and I shuddered, my whole body tingled.
The feeling of his hair lightly touching my stomach was almost enough to make me shoot. He started slowly and just with the tip, but it felt amazing because I knew it was him doing it. After a while, I coaxed him: "You're doing great. Try going a little deeper." And he did, gagging a bit but continuing to try to take the length in his mouth. He grazed me with his teeth a few times, but I didn't care. After a couple minutes, he started to get into a rhythm. "Oh yeah, Sam, that feels good. A little faster," I urged. "I'm almost there."
He corkscrewed down to the base of my shaft and started sucking faster, and I knew I wasn't going to last much longer. "Sam..uhh.. I'm gonna shoot soon..." I frantically cried in between breaths. But he kept on going, and I could feel the surge up through my balls and began squirting in his mouth. He gagged a bit but swallowed a lot of my cum--and there was a lot of it because I was saving it up for our meeting. When he finally pulled off, some of my cream leaked out the sides of his mouth, and I watched him lap it up and then wipe his mouth with his forearm. He looked so good like this, I thought.
"You like the taste?" I asked him.
He hesitated. In that sexy, husky voice, with a sly smile: "Umm yeah...I kinda do."
I wish I could have captured that on video, I thought, so I could relive that moment forever. But hopefully there would be more adventures to come. His dick was still at attention and I wasn't about to ignore it. But I wanted to try something new. I relaxed on the bed, and told him to straddle me. "Here," I said, "now just fuck my face." I loved how his cock looked even bigger in this position,. It also put him in complete control, which I really enjoyed. A freshman in high school was slotting his dick down my throat, gagging me. As he slid into my waiting mouth, I heard my phone buzz on the nightstand. It was probably my girlfriend. Sam looked at me and I shook my head to tell him that I was going to ignore it. Now was probably not the best time to talk.
After a few minutes in this position, I got up to get some lube. "Slather it on your dick," I told him. I would have gladly done it for him, but I wanted to see him do it himself. As I said, I wanted to know everything about him, including the way he touched himself. He slowly started jacking it, and I told him to lie on the bed. Since the last time we fucked it was on a train, I wanted to take this opportunity to try some positions that we could only do on a bed. I straddled him and slowly lowered myself onto his veiny, throbbing cock. "Mmmh," he moaned. "Oh yes," I whispered. "Fuck you feel so good." It didn't hurt as much as last time. I just felt warmth and a wave of pleasure. He was filling me up.
I rode him until my legs grew tired and I was sweating. "Do you want to move?" he asked. I loved how he asked me questions. "Yeah," I said, and I tousled his hair. "I want to do missionary."
I don't think he really understood what that meant, but once I laid down on the bed, he seemed to figure it out. When he positioned himself to enter me, he first rubbed his dick around my hole, teasing him. I freaking loved it, it drove me wild. "Oh my god, man, Sam your dick feels good."
His eyes glistened. "You like that?" I laughed. "Yeah man. It feels really, really good."
Finally, he slowly put his length in my hole, and I was so relieved to have him back in me, filling me up again. He repeated this for a minute or two, taking his cock out and teasing me and then shoving it back in. I was so hungry for him to fuck me like a dog, I couldn't stand it. "Fuck me, Sam," I begged him. "Give me all you got."
He smirked and shook his head. He started going a lot faster, which hit me in all the right places. Again, I felt the surge, and I grabbed hold of my dick and sprayed all over my bed seconds later. Reacting to my orgasm, he picked up speed even more. "Ohh man," he let out, "oh god."
"Cum in me this time!" I instructed. "Fill me up!" I wanted him to breed me, to feel his cum in my ass.
His breathing picked up and about a minute later he shook and let out a great groan (which was incredibly sexy) and I felt his dick go rigid and tense. I could feel him squirt many times, deep into me. As he squirted more, he slowed down and eventually pulled out, and it felt like the world was being taken away from me.
I could see a little cum leaking out of his dick, and although I know it had just been up my ass, I didn't care. He whimpered as I took him again in my mouth, sucking him dry. We both lay back, exhausted. I watched his chest rise and fall as his cock soften, it still looked beautiful. "Was I good?" he asked earnestly.
"Nah, not really."
"Really?" he said, looking a little hurt.
"No, Sam. Not really. Of course you were good. It was incredible. You've driven me crazy."
"Haha, you loser!" he cried. He punched me lightly in the arm, and I smiled to myself. I was thrilled to see that he was treating me like someone he knew well. I reached over and ran my hand through his hair.
"I gotta take a leak," he said, and jumped up and went to the bathroom. I couldn't help but watching his cute ass trot over there and his soft dick swing and bounce around. Who else gets to see him like this? I thought. I found myself wondering how I had gotten so lucky, how had this happened.
He left the door open and heard his stream hitting the bowl, and he cried out, "you got a girlfriend?" He must have seen some toiletries in there or something.
"Probably not for much longer," I said, and chuckled to myself.
The toilet flushed. "How long you guys been going out?" He faced me and I looked him up and down. God, he was so gorgeous, right down to every last detail. Things like his feet, his perfectly shaped feet, or his straight, white toothy smile, or how his legs and armpits and dick and balls had just enough hair to make him manly but not too much, or how his cheeks flushed or how perfect his jaw line was. I melted again. "It doesn't matter," I said, and he nodded. I think he understood.
It was definitely time for us to go home. I threw on my clothes and dressed him slowly, kissing him in between putting his boxers on, his shorts over them or his shirt over his arms. The way back was quiet but happy. When we got to his block I stopped and kissed him, first briefly, but then intensely because I couldn't contain myself. Hopefully they weren't walking the dog or anything. Before I got too horned up again, I started the car again, and pulled into the driveway. We walked up, and I could still feel his cum dripping out my ass. I think some of it might have even dripped on their walkway. His mom opened the door. "How'd you guys do?" she asked.
We smiled. "Quite a workout," Sam said.
I definitely welcome feedback. Should Ned and Sam meet again?