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This time I only had to wait two days to see Sam again, at his soccer game. As a freshman, he was on the JV squad but was one of the better players. Still, he felt he needed to improve to make the travel team he wanted to be a part of.
I knew that I would be watching the game probably alongside his parents and perhaps his siblings. Although I should have been nervous about that, it excited me. Not only was it erotic to chat them up with images of their son's thick manhood probing deep in my ass floating around in my head, I also genuinely wanted to get to know them. I know it sounds crazy, but I was starting to really love Sam and not just in a purely sexual way. I loved his mannerisms, his demeanor, his whole personality--and I wanted to get to know more of him and also his family.
I arrived at the field and could see Sam looking around for me, his doe eyes darting around hopefully. I melted. Before I could get too deep in thought, his mother came up behind me. "Ned!" she cried. "Good to see you again! Glad you could make it. Sam tells us great things about you."
Really? I thought. Again, I was touched. I could picture him with his family at the dinner table, mentioning my name earnestly. I also knew that he, of course, was blatantly lying about what we were doing. I would assume that he didn't mention that we met by wildly fucking in an Amtrak bathroom. And I guess that's one of the main things I loved about Sam: that he was mostly sweet, but with a definite naughty side just waiting to be unleashed.
Watching the game was fun but difficult to keep my boner concealed. It was like a minefield out there--tons of fourteen or fifteen year olds running around, their packages flailing around. Changing their shirts, revealing tight, developing chests. Grabbing their balls, adjusting things down there, playing with themselves subconsciously. Sam played well, flying all over the field playing center midfield. His team won 2-1, and Sam had played a beautiful through ball to set up the winning goal.
After the game, Sam came up and gave me one of those one-armed bro hugs. "Good job, buddy," I said, and as we parted, I let my hand drift down his back just a bit. It was enough of a signal, I guess, for him to say to his parents: "Ned and I were thinking of grabbing a celebratory ice cream. Is it okay if I'm home in a bit?"
His parents both shrugged. "Of course," his dad said. I got the impression there wasn't much that Sam asked at all, let alone things out of the question. So they were probably used to trusting him and saying yes all the time.
Without saying anything to each other, Sam and I knew there was no way in hell we were going to get ice cream. Instead, I drove us to a car park of a recently closed store, so there was no one there. I looked over at him. I was desperate. He was still sweaty; he stank a bit but not too bad, he had mud on some dirt on his face, which made him even cuter; his hair was ruffled. The idea of hooking up with him right after he had run around for over an hour was actually really turning me on. "Let's get in the back," I said. He jumped into the back seat with surprising ease...I struggled a bit and he laughed. "I was waiting for this," I said hungrily, and we pressed against each other. "I was thinking about you the whole game," he said.
Hearing those words, I quickly removed his jersey and licked his still sweaty nipples and breathed in his scent. I have to admit that I liked it smelling his musk. I pulled down his shorts, looking forward to tasting his sweaty cock. His package had been cramped up by compression shorts, so it was pretty moist down there. I had to pry the Under Armour away from his dick, because everything was a bit sticky, but I loved it. "Mmnhh," I moaned as I took his length in my mouth. He grew as I sucked him more. "We don't have much time," he reminded me, breaking me out of my trance, and I turned around so he could fuck me. I had slobbered on his dick a good bit so I was sure he didn't need any lube. He lined up behind me and inserted himself into me; I went limp as I felt him filling me up. I arched my butt back into him, and he responded by fucking me forcefully back, which pressed my face against the window.
My head was literally turned sideways against the glass as my breathing fogged up the window. "Oh yeah, Sam, that's it," I urged him. "Fuck me just like that, like an animal." I was so wild with desire I shook uncontrollably as he slapped his body against mine. We were hitting the doors of the car and the front seats; I didn't care.
He sped up and soon leaned his head back in ecstasy. "Ohhh!" he gasped, and he came deep in me, crying out. He continued to fuck me in short, soft strokes as his dick softened. When he stopped, he let his bodyweight fall on mine with his cock still in me.
He gave my aching wood a few tugs. "Next time, can you know...do me?"
"What do you mean?" I was confused.
He lowered his head and spoke in a bashful voice. "You know...ummm..." He raised his eyebrows. "...fuck me." I hadn't heard him say the F word before, it was really cute to hear him say that.
Just when I thought he couldn't get any better. I had figured he was simply a top--I certainly didn't want to push him, and I obviously enjoyed having his cock in me that I didn't even really think about it. But of course, now, the thought of me fucking him was amazing.
I sighed. "Uhh...yeah, buddy. Of course."
"I want to see how it feels."
"It can hurt the first time, you know." I didn't want him to be surprised.
He pulled out of me and leaned his head on my lap. He smirked and gave me a cheeky nod. "You seemed to like it enough." He snickered and made a long face as his eyes went wide.
I laughed, remembering our first time on the train. "Mmm. Yeah, uh, I guess."
"Oh, shut up!" he cried, shoving me. "You loved it and you know it."
I couldn't deny it--of course I fucking loved it. I couldn't even really say that I didn't, even just as a joke. I was the one that was so overtaken by him that I stopped him on his way out from the train bathroom.
I looked at him lovingly and caressed his face. "Yeah, you know I did," I said softly.
He let his head fall back against the seat and sighed. "We should get going," I said. "Your parents are going to wonder where you are."
"What about your...ummm...problem over here?"
I smiled. "It's okay, man. We gotta get back."
His hand drifted again to my penis, softly pulling at it. "You sure?" he said with a sly smile.
God. I had to control myself. It took all my might. "Yeah."
We clumsily put our clothes back on and climbed back up front. I pulled out of the parking lot and started driving towards his house. While we were stopped at a red light, he reached over with his right hand and groped me through my shorts. I looked at him, surprised. He looked away to the car next to us, ran his left hand through his hair, and smiled at them as if nothing was happening.
Ooh, he was turning out to be naughtier than I thought. With one hand, he unbuttoned my shorts and zipped the fly down, fishing quickly for my dick. The light turned green. As I put my foot on the accelerator, he leaned his head over and took me in his mouth. Shocked, I put my foot down too hard and almost hit the car in front of us! I got control over myself and slowed down as he continued to suck me. It felt amazing. "Sam, you're gonna get us killed! You should stop."
He didn't listen. I tried to maintain my composure but it was getting increasingly difficult. "Mnnhph," he moaned, pulling off for a second to catch his breath. I looked down for a moment. Jesus, this kid was something else!
He got back to work, sucking it like his life was on the line. I was getting close, and even though I was trying to stay focused on the road, I could feel my body trembling. I could tell that I would lose control of the car if it kept on going like this, so I pulled into the right lane hastily and then pulled over on the side of the road. Cars zipped by us, confused by the maneuver, honking at us. He quickly put his head down and finished me off, sucking the cum right out of me. After a few more seconds, I spewed down his throat, coating his gums with gobs of jizz. Some fell from his mouth onto his shorts leg, and he wiped it up and ate it. That would leave a stain, I thought. My personal little imprint, every time he wore his soccer shorts.
"Sam!" I breathed heavily. "That...that was crazy."
"Sorry...I couldn't help it. I wanted to make you feel good." He gave me an innocent look with those doe eyes.
"You did, man. Whew!" I exhaled. Road head was always one of my fantasies, but this was my life now. I was living my dreams.
The next few days I didn't see Sam because we were both too busy. But we texted and called each other more now, which made us feel more connected. Some of the texts and calls got a little dirty, which was exciting, but mostly just mundane things, which was actually nice. He told me intimate details about his family life (like how his brother took showers that were obviously too long); I told him about my pestering girlfriend. Emma was being such a pain and wanted to see me all the time.
"What's made you so busy?" she asked. I told her I had been coaching a little more, told her about training and conditioning with Sam.
We hadn't had sex in about a week, and she was getting curious as to why I didn't want to. At this point, I had absolutely no interest in her. I was one hundred percent addicted to Sam. One time, we were kissing, and I tried to get into it, but I just couldn't. She moved my hand to her breasts, and I massaged them. "That feels good," she said, and moved her hand to my crotch.
"Oh, Sam," I moaned. Oh shit! I thought. I couldn't believe I just said that. She pulled away from me. "What?"
I looked at her like I didn't know what she was talking about. I said, "Same. As in that feels good for me?"
She shook her head. "Oh. Okay."
Whew! Crisis averted. That was a close one. She wanted to continue hooking up, but I still couldn't have sex with her. It would have felt weird. I knew that this needed to end somehow...I couldn't continue this.
Well, the next time I saw Sam was on Saturday. He had a busy day: a soccer tournament in the morning and a sleepover at a friend's at night. But we had made plans to meet in between. I picked him up and drove him to my apartment. He wore a pinnie, his Air Maxes, and some lacrosse shorts. This time, we didn't even need an excuse or premise to hang out. His parents just assumed we were either going to play soccer or just hang out.
"We have time, right?" he asked. "Yeah," I responded. For the first time, we just spent time together, not being rushed about having sex. We grew more and more comfortable with each other. Played some board games and laughed. After some time, we relaxed and watched some golf on TV, cuddled up against each other. I got up to make us some popcorn and came back to the couch. He leaned back and I looked down at his bulge and casually slid my hand underneath the waistband. I started slowly fondling him under his silky shorts. He smiled and reached for a handful of popcorn as I stroked him softly.
Just then, I heard a noise, and Emma walked down the entryway to the living room. Shit! I must have left the door unlocked. "Hey," she called, and she looked at us (we were now not in each other's arms, thankfully). But my hand was still in his shorts, frozen. Somehow, she didn't notice! She turned the corner to enter the room and as she did, I carefully slipped my hand out, releasing his dick and balls. He was only half hard so it wasn't like he had an obvious boner or anything.
He stood up to greet her. Okay, never mind, it was a pretty noticeable lump, I thought. I couldn't take my eyes off of him, not even to acknowledge her. "I'm Sam," he said politely. "Nice to meet you."
"Emma. Nice to meet you, Sam. Ned, sorry to barge in like this-I just wanted to drop by to see what you had for groceries. We're doing dinner here, right?"
I rolled my eyes but pretended to act normally. "Yeah, that's fine. We got bored of watching instructional soccer videos so we turned on some golf." I didn't even have any instructional soccer videos, I had to make something up for why Sam was here.
"As if golf is exciting. What are you in the mood for?"
I exhaled, frustrated. I just wanted to get back to being with Sam, alone. "Anything's fine with me."
"Okay. I'm going to the store, I'll be back in an hour or so. Enjoy the golf. How could you watch that stuff? Soooo boring."
"We will!" Sam said for me, and he hit me on the arm. "See ya in a bit," I said reluctantly.
She left and we heard the door close. I shook my head at him. "Damn, that was close," I said. "You guys seem like you have a great relationship," he said sarcastically.
"We're breaking up soon," I shrugged. Without skipping a beat, I reached back into his shorts and he scooted closer to me on the couch, resting his head on the arm that was fondling his boyhood.
"Man, what a shot," he said. I had almost forgotten that we were watching golf. I could do this forever, I thought. Lounge around, watch sports, and have my hand casually down my dream boy's shorts, running my fingers along his shaft and tickling his balls.
After I had played with him for a few minutes, he started to get pretty aroused, even if I was mindlessly doing it. I got up, planning to fall to knees and blow him, but he pushed me back on to the couch. He shook his head at me. "I wanna suck you now," he said hoarsely.
My dick jumped. He rubbed me, massaging my crotch until my cock needed to be let out of my shorts. He got down on his knees and tugged my shorts down, leaving my boxers on. He kissed up my legs, which sent shivers through my whole body, and moved his hand up to rub my nuts. Finally, my boner popped through the fly in the boxers and he looked up at me, smiling. He swirled his tongue around the head and then dove in. "Yeah man," I said, "Your mouth feels so good."
"Mnmh mnh," was all he could manage, and he kept on going. I loved watching his head bob and feeling his hand on my thigh. As I was starting to get close, he pulled off and licked up the length of my erection. "Ohh." Why did he stop?
"Did you forget already?"
Now I remembered. "Turn around and get on all fours."
God his ass looked perfect. I took my time, taking it all in. Finally, I leaned down and spread his cheeks. I had never done this before, and I was pretty sure he had never felt anything like it, either. I leaned in and licked around his virgin hole. "Ohhhhh!!" he cried out loudly, in pure bliss. "Shhh," I giggled. "I have neighbors!"
"Sorry. I couldn't help it!" he said, unbelieving of what his body was feeling.
I continued to tease his hole, rimming him. He squealed and squirmed, and I could tell he was ready for a couple fingers. When I inserted them, he felt really tight but not as ridiculously tight as I thought he would be. "You ever stick anything up there?" I asked.
He glanced back at me, embarrassed. "I tried a small little cucumber a couple of days ago. Just to practice." Now that I wanted to see. Sam in the privacy of his room, wiggling his butt around a cucumber while his family slept or watched TV or something.
I nodded, smirking. I opened him up a little more, and then I felt he was good to go, so I lubed up my dick. "You ready, bud?"
He breathed in, then out. "Yeah."
"Okay, just breathe deep and relax."
I slowly fed him my six-incher as he sank his head into a couch pillow. He whimpered. "You ok?" I could tell he was in pain.
"Keep going," he urged. I was about halfway in and thought I might as well just get it over with. With some more effort, I pushed my whole dick in and left it there, careful not to get too excited. Because I would have cum early, no doubt. He was so warm and tight it was incredible. He cried out again in pain.
"You got it all, bud," I said, and I lightly pulled his chest up so that we were closer together. Slowly, I started to fuck him, and after a minute or so, I could sense that he was starting to feel only pleasure. I wanted to fuck him long and slow at first, so I took out my dick, eliciting a groan from him, and then stuck the entire length back in.
"Oh my god," he whispered. "That feels amazing." I guess my suspicions were confirmed. Again, I pulled his chest closer so that were touching, and he whipped his neck around to kiss me as I started pounding him.
Sam Miles, the golden boy, had my dick up his ass, taking it like a girl. I loved the thought of it. I know it was a little mean, but I couldn't stop myself. I thought of his schoolmates, his friends. They all assumed he was straight, I'm sure. What would they think of this? What would they think of him moaning and groaning, hungry for my cock?
"Faster," he instructed, panting. "Harder." He was begging me for it.
"You like that?" I cried. I grabbed his rock hard dick and started jacking him as I fucked him as hard as I could. It didn't take me long, he felt so good it was overwhelming.
"Fuck yessss," he hissed. That was all it took. I erupted within him, spurting a good six huge shots of cum deep in his ass. "Oh yeah, Ned!" he cried. "Give it to me!" As I continued to come, I could feel that he was close. It was so hot that I had fucked him to climax his first time.
But I quickly pulled out of him, some cum still dripping from my cock. "Aghhh!" he turned around, annoyed and disappointed. "Why?"
"Fuck me now," I gasped. I needed it, to feel him inside me again. I laid on the floor, waiting for him. Briefly, I thought about the time--Emma would be home soon. But I was willing to risk it. I lifted my head off the floor to see what he was doing. He was looking for lube.
"Dude, just shove it in," I said. I was desperate for him yet again, eager for that beautiful, thick cock.
He looked at me, and waddled over on his knees, his penis swinging back and forth. Without wasting any time, he jabbed it all right in me. "Accch!" I cried--although it was painful, I wanted him so bad I didn't care, and it subsided quickly. "Go fast," I pleaded.
He lifted my legs, straining them, and re-inserted himself and allowed me to adjust. I wriggled my butt around his dick, going in circles around him. "Go ahead," I nodded. With a great thrust, off he went, rabbit-fucking me. It felt so good it was insane. Even though he was quiet, except for grunting and moaning, I felt a little worried that I was too loud--I couldn't control myself at all. I was practically yelling his name.
"Unnhh," he groaned, "I'm gonna cum."
"Stand up!" I cried and he took his boner out. I got on my knees, feeling empty without his cock. Hastily, I sucked him, and he grabbed my head and started fucking my face. Soon, he tensed up and jolted his thick cream in my mouth. He always came a lot. I had to swallow to accommodate room for more. But instead, he pulled out and decided to spread the rest of his seed on my face, with one surprising spurt jetting into my hair and the rest landing on my cheeks and lips. He slapped his still-hard member on my face and continued to rub his cum around. I really liked this, I thought...it was kind of degrading. In a good way.
Just as I was thinking that, the door opened and Emma bounded in the apartment with the groceries. We froze, Sam's dick still on my cheek, my mouth open, his shorts at his feet. Somehow, we couldn't move. She dropped the bags in her hands, spilling some fruit which rolled towards us. Finally, trembling, Sam pulled his shorts and boxers up and tucked his quickly softening penis in. I touched my hand to my eyebrows in shame, wiping the cum off my face into my hand. There was no explaining this one.
Emma stood there, shocked, trying to think of something to say. Sam grabbed his pinnie from the floor and clutched it to chest. Even in my frantic and distraught state I noticed how beautiful he was, how inviting his abs were, a tuft of wispy hair leading down to a noticeable package...it sounds crazy, but I almost felt confused that she would be mad at me, considering how beautiful he was. But I also knew that I wasn't thinking rationally. Not even close.
Emma looked at Sam. "I think it's time for you to leave," she said shakily, fighting back tears. While she turned to him, I greedily licked his cum from my hand. Perverse, yes, but what else was I going to do with it?
I put my clothes back on, trying to gather myself. "He lives ten minutes away. I have to drive him."
She shook her head and looked at me incredulously. "Who are you?" she said.
I took a big breath and put my hand on Sam's shoulder. "Let's go, bud," I said softly.
When we in the car, he was still shaking. "I'm sorry you had to go through that, Sam." This was something he shouldn't have to deal with at his age, and for that I felt guilty.
He looked like he was about to cry. "I'm sorry!" he blurted out suddenly.
It broke my heart, the way he said it. "No, man. This was my fault." I reached for his neck. "Let's get you home."
The way back to his house was mostly silent, but when I reached his block, I heard him finally speak. "Stop here," he said in a hoarse voice.
I pulled to the side of the road. "We can still see each other, right?" he asked softly, and he looked as cute as ever, his hair disheveled, a worried look on his face.
"Yeah man. I hope."
He leaned over and kissed me, and even though I didn't want to get into it again--who knows what kind of trouble I could be in--my true feelings took over. I whimpered and kissed him back, more intensely now, grabbing his face, my dick hardening again, breaking my will. I climbed over to his seat and felt my ass rub against the dick I loved so much. I circled my hips, relishing it. I would have let him fuck me right there, in broad daylight, parked on the side of the street. He pushed me up against the roof of the car, causing me to gasp. "Not right now," he pleaded, and although I was disappointed, of course I knew he was right. I climbed back into my seat and looked down at him. His shorts now had a massive tent, and we nervously giggled. I leaned down and grabbed it, and then sucked it through the thin fabric. He too gave in to me as I hungrily ripped his shorts down again and enveloped his dick with my mouth. When he got close, I pulled off and lifted his pinnie up. "Jerk it for me," I said. It was really hot to see him jack off like he did on his own, his cock exploding, finally releasing gobs of cum onto his washboard abs. I ran my hand down his chest and got my hands coated with his jizz, and lubed his dick up. I stroked him for awhile like that until we saw two people walking down the sidewalk. Not wanting to get caught for a second time, I took my hand away and he pulled up his shorts. When I had licked my fingers clean, I started the car again and drove him home.
"Bye, Ned," he said as he got out of the car. "Good luck." He adjusted his crotch so that he was presentable, and walked up the walkway and disappeared inside his house.
Obviously, this was a longer chapter. Same as always, feedback, comments, suggestions are welcome. Look out for more chapters to come!