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So obviously, Emma and I broke up. She had seen a fourteen year old boy rubbing his leaking dick all over my cum-covered face. If that's not a relationship killer, I don't know what is. Part of me was relieved, I guess, but part of me felt really guilty. How could she possibly have known that I was into boys? I never let anything on to her, I never acted strange. This was all very new to me.
Of course, she was mad at me and even threatened to tell Sam's parents and the police. This was very concerning, and without scaring Sam, I texted him that we should probably lay low for awhile, maybe three weeks or so, at least until things blew over. I told Emma that it was a one-time thing (which was clearly a lie) and that it was just weird curiosity. But later, she went through my phone while I was in the bathroom, and found all my texts to Sam: "God I wish I could have your big dick in my mouth right now." "Hahaha hope your brother doesn't see that! Your cum is still dripping out of me!" "How's school? Thinking about you and your hot, sweet cock...can you cum over and fuck me senseless after practice?" I honestly was even a little surprised to read them myself.
Frantically, trying to calm her, I told her that I would cut it off, never see him again. She seemed to feel okay about that. Understandably, though, she was so enraged and dazed by the whole thing she couldn't even stand to fight with me about it. So she left, and I didn't see her or hear from her. But still, I wanted to be cautious. I didn't know if and when she would break and start telling people about Sam and me.
But unsurprisingly, my lust got the better of me. We hadn't seen each other in almost two weeks, since we were caught on Saturday. I was trying to exist normally, and smooth things over with Emma so she didn't ruin my life, when I got a simple, direct text from Sam: "Come over."
This was not what I needed. He even had agreed we should lay low! Still, against my better judgment, I found myself responding, dick hardening in anticipation: "Are you alone?" "Yeah, for an hour," he replied.
Soon I was in my car racing over to his house, dick hard already. It was pathetic how much I wanted to see him. I got there in five minutes, basically speeding the whole way, and walked up to the door. He opened it and closed it, and we stared at each other for a second. But it was just a second. Our clothes, gone in a flash. Inhibitions, out the window.
We hungrily kissed each other and staggered up the stairs to his room, our bodies pressed. "I've missed you," I said in between breaths.
We fell onto his bed. He sighed. "It's felt like forever."
He told me he had a high school dance tonight. "You got a date?" I asked.
"Naw, not yet," he said, looking down.
"What? You gotta have a date!"
"Yeah?"
"Yeah dude. Call someone!" I slowly lowered my head and licked the head of his dick.
"Mnnhh," he cooed. He told me there was this one cute girl that was interested in him, Sarah. Who couldn't be interested in him? I thought. This girl was probably crazy for him. She probably fingered herself at night, dreaming of him.
I had a dirty idea. "You should call her now," I said, rubbing his balls. "It'll be hot." I eagerly took him in my mouth again. He giggled. "Ooh," he breathed, licking his lips. I loved this naughty side. "Maybe I will."
He reached for his phone as I continued to blow him. He was adorably struggling to even dial.
As he waited for her to pick up, I increased the intensity, twisting down his shaft, corkscrewing up and down the length. "Hey....unhhhh...Sarah," he said. The sounds coming out of his mouth were unmistakable. "Yeah I'm...umm...fine... sorry, I just went for a...oohh...a run..."
This was so fucking hot, I thought. He smiled and playfully pushed me way as he looked down at me, slurping away at his cock. But I knew that he wanted me to keep going. "Anyway, I was just wondering...would you...unhhh...go to the dance with me...oh so nice...I mean tonight? I mean Saturday!" He was getting close.
I could tell she had happily agreed (of course she did), and while I'm sure she was giddy, he let out a great moan as he came in my mouth. "Unggghh," he cried. "Sounds good!" he panted. "Alright, see you at six!" He hung up and exhaled and laughed. "You're bad," he said, as I wiped the excess cum from my lips. I had just tarnished one of adolescence's defining moments for him--asking a girl on a date--and although again I felt guilty, the erotic nature of it was too much for me to bear.
"So," I said, catching my breath, "do you like her?"
He chuckled. "Not as much as you."
"Good answer," I laughed. "But seriously."
He went silent and his chin dropped. Finally he looked up at me. "Honestly?" He paused again. "I'm not into girls really. I don't know what's wrong with me."
I wanted to hug him and just hold him in my arms, but instead I sat there on his bed, and I said, "I'm not either." And a few seconds later: "Sam, there's nothing wrong with you. You're perfect the way you are."
"You think so?"
"Yeah man. I really do."
He looked me in the eyes and I stared back at him, his wide eyes melting me. "I love you," he said softly, embarrassed.
Initially, I was shocked that he said that. Maybe he said it because he didn't really understand the true meaning of the world. But I didn't care, because I knew that I felt the same way towards him, whatever he was feeling towards me. And when I thought about it later, I believe it to be true: it was love. What else could it be? "I love you too, Sam," I whispered, resting my head on his lap.
We stayed like that for a couple minutes, quietly enjoying each other's company. He broke the silence: "You should come for the pictures before the dance."
I was hesitant. Of course, I wanted to spend more time around him, but I also recognized that he needed to be a normal fourteen-year old sometimes. He needed to hang with his friends. "I don't know, Sam. You should just have fun with all your buddies. Maybe even get a kiss from Sarah," I teased him.
"Uch," he said in disgust. "Come on! You'll like it. One of my friends will be there, and... and he's really hot..."
I had never heard Sam talk about another guy, and hearing him say those words turned me on hardcore. "Oh yeah? What do you like about him?"
He looked at me, a little ashamed. "Well...he's just hot...got a really good body...and...well...a nice dick."
Man, I was boning up again real fast. "You've seen it?"
"In the locker room after soccer practices. A couple of times, yeah." I wish I could be there for those changing sessions. Maybe an assistant coach position's open? I thought to myself.
Hearing his description of Will was enough to convince me to go. "Alright," I said. "I'll be there."
He lightly pumped his fist, which was the sweetest thing in the world. "I want you to, uhh..fuck me again," he said.
I started to lay back in his bed, but he got up. "Not in here," he said, giggling nervously, trotting through the bathroom. He looked back at me, with a naughty grin on his face. "Let's do it in Jack's room."
Sam was turning out to be kinkier than I thought. I immediately got heated. I wasn't about to talk him out of it. I followed him through the bathroom to his brother's room, which was similar to his own, with the faint smell of sweat and musk, probably from dirty laundry, old sports clothes. Hats hung on the wall, which was covered with posters of basketball players. His brother had a double bed, which gave us more room. "I want to have room to roll around," he explained.
First, I wanted him to ride me, so I lay on my back and he understood right away. "Yeah," he nodded in agreement. Like a seasoned veteran, he spit into his hand and lubed up my dick. Then some more, which he rubbed around his asshole. He lined up his ass with my cock, grabbed it and lowered himself down onto me. "Ohhhhh!" he cried out as I entered him, leaning his head back. "Man!"
"Take it slow," I told him, wanting him to only feel pleasure and not pain. Carefully, he sat on me and took my whole length. "Mmmhhh," he moaned. "Yeah." He leaned his hips forward a couple of times and then wriggled around, fucking himself in circles. He was really getting into it. "Sam, that feels so good," I whispered to him. He started riding me faster, his beautiful dick swinging from side to side, slapping his abs, standing straight up. It was really hot to see his face as he bounced up and down, his cheeks slapping my thighs. "Oh yeah, fuck me," he panted. I grabbed his dick and started jacking him. "Yesss," he hissed.
We were making a lot of noise; it was good nobody was home. His brother's bed creaked and creaked. His brother would sleep in this bed tonight, not knowing we had fucked in it. I released his dick; he arched his back as I lifted up my hips to pound him harder. "God yes!" he cried. I was in heaven, pure bliss.
I was surprised he wasn't getting tired but I remembered he was fourteen and played all kinds of sports. He probably could go forever, I thought. Still, I suggested we switch. He lifted himself off my shaft and exhaled. He got on his side, his ass looking so cutely perfect. Getting behind him, I shoved myself into him again, and fucked him from behind. "Oh man, Sam, this feels so good!" I breathed in his ear. I continued to slide in and out of him, his leg in the air to allow me access to his hole. After awhile, we rolled over to the other side quickly, intertwined, my dick still in him the whole time. I couldn't hold it much longer, I had to cum. "I'm gonna shoot soon," I told him. "Me too," he eked out between moans. "Ohhh," he groaned, and he shot his sperm all over his brother's bed. That spurred my own orgasm, releasing my load into his hole. He continued to tug his dick as I slowed, pulling out of him and spreading the rest of my seed on his ass cheeks. "Man your dick feels good," he said, turning around to kiss me.
"You're incredible," I replied. We looked around us.
"We're gonna have to wash these sheets," he laughed. His cum had soaked them, and now his asshole was leaking my own onto the covers. How would we explain that? I thought. Why would Sam wash his brother's sheets? I looked at the time.
"Shit! Sam, it's been over an hour."
"Oh shit," he looked at me. "All our clothes!" He ran down the stairs and picked everything up. I ran through the bathroom into his room and waited for him to bring my stuff up. I could hear a car pulling in the driveway. He sprinted up the stairs and as quick as we could, we put everything on as we heard his family come in. His parents called out: "Sam, honey! We're home!"
Fuck! I thought. Sam ran into the bathroom; he still didn't have his boxers or shorts on. How were we going to get out of this one? His dad bounded up the stairs. "How you doin, bud?" I was still fastening my belt when he came in the doorway, my bulge was probably a little noticeable too. "Oh! Hey Ned, good to see you again," his dad said, reaching out his hand. He didn't seem to be bothered by any of it. As I shook his hand, I looked down and realized I only had one of my socks on. Jesus Christ. This was so obvious. We heard the toilet flush and Sam came out of the bathroom, his face still flushed. His package was a little healthier than usual, too. "Hey Dad," he said, out of breath. Man, he was beet red.
"Hey bud," his dad greeted him. "You guys play some soccer?"
"Yeah we practiced a bit in the backyard, but not for long because Ned's gonna pick up my suit from the dry cleaners. We were just getting changed."
His dad looked at him angrily. "Sam, what? Ned, that's very nice of you but you don't have to do that. Sam, we can do that now."
"No, it's no problem, I have to go that way anyway."
"Yeah, Dad, he's gonna bring it back in time for the pictures. He said he could stay for a bit and help out."
His dad was still confused but shrugged his shoulders and accepted it. "Thanks so much, Ned," he said. "Things are a little crazy around here. You're a lifesaver."
I finally found my other sock and put it on. I ran into his sister on the way out the door. She was pretty, with long, flowing strawberry blonde hair. "Hey, I'm Ned," I reached out my hand. "I'm Kate," she said, smiling.
"Nice to meet you." I had now met everyone except for Jack, whose sheets were covered in cum now. As I walked out the door, I texted Sam to remind him to do laundry this afternoon.
When I came back a couple hours later with his suit for the pictures, their house was buzzing with activity. Jack had a baseball game that night, and he was getting ready to go. I actually came in the door as he was inserting his cup. He looked a lot like Sam, just as good looking but bigger; same soft eyes, brown hair cut shorter, freckles on his face, more muscular and built. I pretended not to notice the cup and introduced myself.
"Jack," he said in a nice, gravelly voice. "Nice to finally meet, Sam talks about you all the time. Seems like he's really getting into shape."
Was he ever, I thought--not for soccer, though. I held onto his hand for a bit longer than I should've, but I savored the fact that it had just been down in his crotch. He apologized because he had to rush off to the game, and as he left, I sniffed and licked my hand quickly, taking in his faint scent.
Suit in hand, I went up the stairs, where Sam had just turned off the shower in the bathroom. "Come on in!" I heard him cry. I opened the door and through the steam I saw him drying himself, lightly rubbing his crotch with the towel, starting up his scrotum, drying his balls and then his shaft and pubes. Oh God. He looked so soft and moist, drops of water running down his tight body, his chest slightly red from the heat of the shower. "Hey," he said huskily, scrubbing his hair dry and shaking the rest of the water from his head. He had had his hair cut short, and it looked just like Jack's. He had messed it all up while toweling off. Really hot.
I wanted so badly to go up to him like usual, feel his warmth against my body, but I knew it wasn't the time or place and so did he. He grabbed his boxers off the floor and stepped into them, put on some deodorant. I looked down at his package in his underwear. I handed him the suit. "Thanks," he said. I watched him dress himself. He looked fantastic in a suit, so manly and adorable. I couldn't help but notice his bulge--how it was exactly how I wanted my own to look: rounded and sizable, but not too much. Mine always stuck out a bit because my dick was small soft and didn't hang down. There was a big difference.
I helped him with his tie when he was ready. I reached around his neck and looked in the mirror. My dick was pressed against him and I started to get hard. He giggled at me and I kissed his neck, reached around and quickly groped him through his black suit pants. I tightened the tie and stepped back, patted him on the shoulders. "You're all set, big guy," I said.
Soon people were over at the house and all of the kids were setting up for the pictures. I saw him with Sarah and they looked cute together--she was obviously enamored with him--but I knew that he wasn't interested in her, of course. There were some other cute boys there which I predictably perved on, Sam stealing knowing glances at me as I chatted with them. I also spotted Will, Sam's friend, and yes, he was as stunning as Sam had described. Beautiful blonde hair, perfect jaw line, blue-green eyes, a great bright smile, dressed in a slim fitting suit which showed off his nicely developing body. Girls probably swooned over him. He was coolly confident but unassuming, just a sight to see. I was drooling, open-mouthed, before Sam's mom asked me if I wanted anything to drink. "No thanks!" I said, breaking my stare.
While they took pictures, I started to notice Will looking over at Sam often, smiling devilishly. Sam would see him and his lips would kind of curl, smiling meekly, and he would look down, embarrassed. I wonder what that was all about, I thought.
But I forgot about that when just before they were all going to get in the limo to the dance, I went to the bathroom and as I came out Sam pushed me back in. Just like on the train, I thought. This was so risky---but we had started everything with the ultimate risk on the train, so this was just a continuation. We both enjoyed the thrill, I think. "Just for a minute," he told me. I loved this side of him. He fished for his dick in his pants, poking it through his boxers and pants fly. I fell to my knees and took him in my mouth, eager to suck him again. "Fuck that feels good," he said. This was his big night, and he was starting things off right. "We don't have much time," he hissed, and he held my head as he put more of his dick in me. "Mnhh," I croaked.
"That's it," he whispered, "Just like that." He continued to pump his length in and out until he shuddered and came in my waiting mouth. Barely even after he had finished, he leaned down, kissed me, and quickly opened and shut the door. He left me with an aching boner, cum between my lips and nose, on the floor of the downstairs bathroom of his house. I could hear people shuffling by. I reached for the lock, stood up, and looked myself in the mirror. You know, just to remember if it was still me. I splashed myself with some water, and dried off, and went back out to watch them leave for the dance.
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