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Honestly, I was terrified that everything with Sam would fall apart after what he told me about Will. Sam was the best thing in my life and I would feel horrible without him in it. After he told me the story, for the first time, we didn't have sex the whole time we hung out. Not because I didn't want to, or he didn't want to, but because I felt it was necessary. Necessary for him to know that he couldn't just go around doing things like that. And we talked about being open with each other about what we were doing. That's really all I cared about: honesty.
And believe me when I say it was hard for me to even be with him for a couple of hours and not feel him, or to have him feel me. But by the end of the day, once we had just hung out and watched some tennis on TV, we were back on good terms and we made plans to see each other on Wednesday, a week later, after his practice. His family would be at his sister's field hockey game so there would be no one home.
I walked up to the door, dressed in jeans and a white and blue tattersall button down, untucked. I was a little nervous. But Sam answered and looked amazing, and honestly, I forgot about the whole incident with Will really quickly. He was wearing a grey t-shirt with pastel yellow shorts and boat shoes. He had just gotten out of the shower, and some of the dampness showed through his shirt. He smelled very clean, fresh and inviting. I noticed that he had showered at home, not at school after practice...which meant no waiting around for Will.
He smiled at me. "Hey," he said. "I missed you."
I just looked at him and melted, immediately gave in. I didn't need to say anything; he knew what I was thinking. I was so in love with him I couldn't stand it--so much so that I didn't care about anything with Will, as long as I got to have him, to be with him. I walked over and we locked our mouths together, kissing passionately. I lifted up his shirt and took in his scent, ran my hands all over his chest. Quickly moved down to his shorts, fumbled with the button like it was the only time we'd see each other again. Unzipped the fly and fished for his manhood, the dick I loved so much. Needed to feel his warmth again.
"Ohhh," he moaned as I gripped his hardening shaft. I kissed up his chest while I held him, and licked up his near his armpits. He smelled so good, clean and manly. My dick was so hard it stuck straight out of my jeans. I worried--we were still so close to the doorway that if anyone came in suddenly or looked through the window at the right angle that we might be caught.
But I stopped thinking about that when Sam undid my jeans and somehow slid them down over my ridiculous tent, lowered my boxers, got on his knees, and said, "I want this."
My dick disappeared into his mouth and he kept going, trying to deep throat me. To my surprise, after some initial gagging, he basically took my whole length. "Fuck," I whispered, holding his head. I looked down at him and once again, it almost didn't seem real: his soft hand caressing my thighs, his hair lightly brushing my stomach, his thick six-incher straining against his shorts. The realization of how lucky I was almost made me cum right then, so I said to him, "Let's go upstairs."
I got my jeans and boxers up from my ankles and didn't bother to actually wear them, just hitch them, my ass exposed as we went up the stars. As I followed him up to his room, I looked at his cute little ass and knew what I wanted to do next. We rounded the corner and went into his room, which smelled a little rank. I noticed his dirty soccer clothes and cleats piled up near the doorway, the clothes in a hamper; his homework on the floor next to the bed. Dirty boxers scattered everywhere and the faintest smell of dried cum...not sure if it was my imagination or not. The whole scene in front of me, picturing him studiously doing his homework after practice, before finally collapsing on his bed and rubbing one out, getting some much needed release, cleaning his abs and pubes and cock of his sticky boy juice...it got me even more turned on than I already had been.
He turned around and looked at me, catching his breath, waiting for me to say something. "Turn around," I instructed. He crooked a sly smile and obeyed, crossing his arms and lifting his shirt over his head and tossing it on the ground in a ball. I drooled as I looked at his perfect butt again. The irony is, I've never even been that into asses. They were okay, I guess, but I always was more interested in the front, if you catch my drift. But with Sam...my god, I was so obsessed with him that his butt was more enticing than any front I had seen, any bulge I had glanced at, anything.
I pulled his shorts down, leaving him in just his tartan boxers, the same ones he had worn when we had first met on the train. I kissed down his subtly muscular back, lightly circling his nipples with my hands as I leaned against him. Briefly reached my hand inside the waistband of his underwear and fondled him. Couldn't keep my hands away from his dick too long, I guess.
Finally, I exposed his ass, sighing as I kneaded his pert cheeks. I spread them and pressed my face towards his beautiful pink hole, circling my tongue around it, tasting him. He shook with pleasure. "Unhh! Ned!" he cried. "Ohh that feels amazing!" I continued to rim him, intermittently slipping tongue into his hole, which drove him crazy.
My dick was at full mast and I was aching to fuck him. And again, I had always thought of myself as a pure bottom, if I was ever to escape my girlfriend and follow my true desires and urges. But Sam had forced me to reconsider everything I thought that I knew. Of course, I loved being fucked by him--even dominated by him. But now, staring at his almost hairless, rosy ass, I wanted nothing more than to be inside him. And it was as if he read my mind, that I was going to fuck him, when he said, "Just fuck me today...can't be on top...too much running in practice, I'm tired.."
I loved the way he talked. "You ready?" I leaned forward, whispering into his ear.
"Oh yeah," he croaked in a low voice. "Fuck yes."
I rammed my cock forward into him, pushing my pubes against his ass, bending him further onto his bed. "Agchh!" he cried.
I knew from the start that I was going to be a little rough on him. Not as a revenge thing (okay, maybe just a little bit), but because I was so hungry for it. I couldn't bear to go slow. As I gradually picked up more and more speed, put more effort into each powerful thrust, I heard myself saying to him, "Take it! Take my dick!"
He whimpered and I continued to go harder and harder. I pulled his soft hair, straining his neck back toward me, and I could see the strain on his face. But he wanted it. After awhile, I stood him up and turned him against the wall. His hands reached up the wall, searching for something to grab onto, but they just slid further up as I propelled my cock upward into him. I reached around and took hold of his dick--even when I was trying to be dominant I couldn't resist feeling him in my hand. I jerked him, loving the weighty girth in my fingers as I felt my climax coming soon.
Sam's mouth hung open, he was panting heavily. "Fuck me, Ned," he urged me.
His ass clenched my dick as I felt my cum jetting up from my balls into him, breeding him with my seed. I continued to jack him as I felt myself calming down and soon his knees gave way and he cried out; his cum flew against his wall, dribbling down. I carefully slid my dick back out, and he gave out a groan. Turned around and kissed me again. "I'm sorry," he repeated, and for a second I didn't even know what he was talking about.
I was almost annoyed that he had to bring it up. I kissed him back, reaching for his package, my hand slippery with his cum. "It's alright," I said, panting, chuckling, still catching my breath.
"No...Ned..." he reached for my arm as I walked away to start cleaning up. "I love you, you know that? I'm sorry."
I put my hands on his head, running them through his hair, before grabbing the sides, bringing him closer to me. I could feel tears welling up; I don't know why, but I did. "Sam, I couldn't do without you," I said.
We kissed again, I loved the taste of his mouth. I craved the feeling of our bodies touching, our packages rubbing up against each other.
I started to clean up the wall while he wiped the excess cum from his ass, giggling to himself. "You came a lot!" he laughed, smiling that sunny smile. "Well you made me," I said to him.
He started to dress himself again. "What are you doing?" I asked. I wanted to see him naked as much of the time as possible, of course.
"The fam might be home soon," he said, rolling his eyes. "Jack never stays for all of Kate's games, too, so he'll probably be home even earlier."
I reluctantly put my clothes back on too and walked over to him, put my hands on his chest. "You're getting some nice muscles there, pal," I said.
"It's all these intense workouts we're doing."
"Yeah, sure," I said, laughing. I continued to stroke him, moving my hands down to his waistline. Started to fondle his crotch over his shorts and boxers. Felt him (and myself) hardening yet again. "I'm so glad we met," Sam said quietly. Just as we started to kiss, we heard a voice. "Sam-o!" it boomed. It had to be his brother. "I'm back!"
The cum-covered paper towel was still laying on the floor of his room as we heard Jack bounding up the stairs. I tucked my aching boner into my waistband. Sam's was softening but was still a sizable bulge. I found a mini soccer ball and pretended that we were about to kick it around.
"Hey, Ned," he said, looking at me a little strangely. He was wearing basketball shorts, high tops, and a sleeveless t-shirt, which showed off his nice-looking arms. He was still a little sticky with sweat, and he wiped his forehead. "How are you?"
"Good! How was the game?"
"Ah, whatever. Skipped out early for a pickup basketball game. I don't know the rules to field hockey. Kate didn't even play." He turned to Sam. "Hey buddy," he said and he ruffled his hair. "What you guys been up to? I'm glad you were around, Ned...sometimes we leave Sam at home and come back and the liquor cabinet's empty and he's got late night HBO recorded, if you know what I mean..."
Sam laughed, playfully pushing at his brother. "I do not!"
Jack pushed him away easily. "I'm teasing you, Sammy, easy there champ. Hey Ned--you should stay for dinner, my mom always thinks she's cooking for a whole army, am I right Sam?"
"It's true," Sam said, nodding.
I didn't want to stay when I hadn't even been invited by their parents...but I couldn't turn it down. "Sure, why not," I said.
"Alright, well I gotta shower, I stink really bad," Jack said, and Sam called out to him, "Yeah you do!"
As he walked out of the room, I could see him peeling off his top; his body looked really good, definitely more developed than Sam and more defined. I looked down and realized my belt was still unbuckled. That's why he was looking at me weird, I thought. I pulled Sam over to me. "Do you look at him a lot?" I asked him mischievously.
"No! We're brothers!" Now that I asked him I felt like a total perv, but then he said really softly, "okay, maybe a little..."
"Oooh...you're bad!" I teased him. "He's pretty hot, though, I don't blame you. You see him naked?" They probably did see each other nude, they shared a bathroom after all.
"Ugh, you're gross!" he said, pretending to be disgusted. But I knew that he didn't think it was gross at all.
Sam and I kicked the ball around in his room while Jack showered. When I heard the shower shut off a couple minutes later, I needed to take a piss. I thought that he had finished, and I entered through Sam's door. But when I walked in, he was just pulling away the shower curtain and grabbing a towel from the hanger. I was shocked and quickly backed up. "Oh man, sorry!" I said, bumping into the door.
"Naw, it's cool," he said easily, and I froze, looking him over from top to bottom. He was just like a bigger, more manly Sam. It was pretty amazing to see the resemblance. The same perfect jawline, broader shoulders, and a beautiful chest with a tuft of hair leading down to his package; sturdy legs dusted with hair. His dick was bigger too, about four inches long and nicely thick, nestled against a pair of large, hanging balls. He had a thicker bush too.
"We're both guys...nothin you haven't seen before," he said and smiled at me. I was sure that he meant in the locker room and not that I was totally gay. I hoped, at least. I was definitely certain that he didn't mean that his little brother and I were fucking as often as we could, that we just had a few minutes earlier against the other side of this wall.
I could feel myself staring too long but couldn't stop myself. He casually brought the towel up, rubbed dry from his balls up to his dick, then letting his balls fall softly down again. Toweled the rest of himself off. I was impressed by his confidence, his willingness to show off his body to me like this. He scrubbed his hair quickly, now stepping out closer to me, his dick swinging in between his legs, dangling there. At last, he wrapped the towel around his waist, tightly around his butt and walked out. "I got homework...see you at dinner!" he said cheerfully, leaving me stunned.
I pulled my dick out to pee, not believing what I just seen, and I noticed that I was rock hard. Hopefully he didn't notice. I had to back up almost to the shower to allow my stream to hit the bowl. It was painful.
When I walked back into Sam's room, he was watching something on his computer, his hand in his shorts. This was too much, I thought! Was this a typical day in their house? He looked up at me; I looked like a deer in headlights, completely dazed. "What's up with you?" he laughed, still tugging himself absentmindedly.
"Me? Oh...I just walked in on your brother by accident."
He laughed again. "Sure...an accident. Yeah, right."
I flopped on the bed next to him. "I swear!"
His voice grew low. "Well? Did you like what you saw?" I just raised my eyebrows at him and he knew what I thought. "You're just as bad as me," he said.
I turned his laptop towards me and gaped at the screen. He was watching porn! Man, he couldn't get enough. It was a video of three teen boys, two of them cumming onto the third boy's face. "I want to do this," he said quietly. "Isn't this hot?"
"Sure is," I said, nodding. My face was hot and red. I wouldn't mind being a part of that, somehow, if we ever got the chance.
"Have you seen this video before?"
"No," I said, but my face betrayed me. I had seen it at least a few times. "You have!" he cried. He laughed at me. "Man. Look at you!"
I smiled and I put my hand in his shorts over his and he took his out. We lay like that, me spooning him, groping him, watching the video, for awhile, until his parents came home and we had to look presentable.
His parents were happy to have me over for dinner (his mom especially). She even said to me, "you're like family now, come over whenever," which meant a lot to me. I mean, I had only met them a few times, so clearly, they liked me. They cooked barbeque chicken on the grill while Sam, Jack, and I played bocce ball in the yard. I apologized to Jack again, but he brushed it off. "We walk around in our boxers all the time, even naked sometimes," he said. "Yeah, Kate hates it, she gets really embarrassed. She thinks our neighbors will see!" Sam chimed in.
I won the game, which surprised Sam and Jack. "How did you do that?" Sam asked me. "We practice like every day!"
"Old man's got some tricks," I said, smirking. Jack shook his head. I was only a few years older than him, of course.
Dinner was delicious and it was nice to get to know the family more. It was tough, though, staying controlled. Sam brushed his hand over my lap a few times and gave me some knowing looks. When we were finished and cleared our plates, Sam tugged at my hand discretely, and raised his eyebrows at me. I knew what he meant.
We went upstairs to his room and he closed the door. We made out again, more aggressively this time, and took off our clothes quickly. I ran naked to make sure the doors were locked, just in case, but there was no lock on one of the doors. Hopefully, everyone would stay outside in the yard. "We gotta be quick," I said, and I went down on him, taking him in my mouth hungrily. "Oh yeah, Ned, your mouth feels so good," he moaned.
"Shhh," I whispered. I tasted some of his pre-cum and licked the rest from the tip, and then I got on my back on his bed. He waddled on the bed and straddled me, his throbbing dick swaying from side to side. He spit on it and slowly pushed his length into my hole. I wanted to cry out because it felt so good, but I knew I couldn't. It had been awhile since he had fucked me, and it felt incredible. He leaned his arms down and began rocking his hips back and forth, sometimes removing himself and re-penetrating me.
"Fuck me faster, we don't have time," I hissed. His dick was hitting me in all the right places. I shuddered in ecstasy, called out his name. "Your cock's so big, Sam, I love it," I said, too loudly, as I wriggled my ass to accommodate him more.
"Shhh!" He pulled out of me quickly. "We don't want them to hear us!"
He shoved his dick back in me and I tried to suppress another moan. His thrusts intensified and I felt myself about to shoot, when I heard, "Sam, Ned! Dessert!"
Of course, the normal reaction would be to be disappointed and stop, albeit reluctantly. But that wasn't an option. We had to finish. "Go for it," I begged him. I grabbed my dick and as he continued to pound me I shot all over my chest, some landing on his sheets. Soon after, he whipped his boner out of me and shuffled over to where my head was. I got my tongue out and closed my eyes, waiting for him. It wasn't long before his hot, thick jizz was spraying all over my face, into my mouth, coating my tongue. He slapped his dick onto my tongue and I enveloped him, sucking his juice from him. "Sam! Ned!" we heard again.
This time, we had to listen. I could tell people were coming into the house to look for us. Sam quickly got his clothes on and folded his softening member into his shorts, pulled on his shirt. I grabbed my clothes and ran into the bathroom. "Sorry Mom!" he yelled. "We were just playing a game!"
In the bathroom, I was completely covered in cum. I wiped my face with my hand and lapped up his seed, eager to taste it again. I washed my hands, and with a tissue, cleaned my chest. Finally I put my clothes back on and walked out and joined them downstairs.
"I wouldn't want you guys to miss dessert!" his mom said.
Little did she know we had already had it!
"I never miss dessert," I said, and Sam smiled broadly at me.
What will happen next? As always, feedback is appreciated. This is my first story on Nifty. Also, just a friendly reminder to be generous and give to Nifty. Thanks!