Helping Jamie by Xavier L
This is a story containing consensual sex between two teenagers.
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Jamie was really cute. He was 15, had light brown hair and pale blue eyes. He was a little shorter than me, but had a very tight body. I had always wanted to see him naked and do more with him. We lived in a group home together. I had my own room, but he shared his room with another boy that lived there. Jamie was really cool, and we hit it off right away.
One day he came home from school and was feeling really sore from PE. I offered to give him a massage after dinner. That night he came to my room wearing only overalls. He undid the straps exposing his bare chest and then lay down on my bed. I got out some lotion and began rubbing his shoulders and back. I enjoyed the feel of his smooth skin beneath my fingertips as well as his toned muscles. When I massaged his legs, I got really close to his groin without him saying anything. This emboldened me.
I told him to roll over so I could do his chest. I rubbed his pecs and his abs. His eyes were closed, and I could tell he was enjoying his massage. I began rubbing his abs, getting perilously close to his pubes. He didn't stop my hand. I inserted just my fingertips beneath the blue denim as I continued rubbing his abs. He made no move to stop me. My heart was pounding in my throat as I quickly slid my hand further into his overalls and began playing with his soft dick.
"Hey, that's mine to play with!" he exclaimed. He tried to move my hand, but he didn't try to get up. I just continued stroking him.
"Relax," I said. It's part of the massage.
He quit fighting me until he began to get hard. "Dude, that's OK. Just do my legs," he said weakly. I undid the buttons on the sides of his overalls, and pulled the bib down more exposing his groin completely. I began massaging his thighs. I started at his semihard dick. It was beautiful. I began massaging it again.
"Dude!" he repeated his objections. I continued slowly jacking him, his dick now fully hard. It looked like about 6 inches. As I continued jacking him, he surrendered to pleasure. I knew I had him now.
"Tell me which you like better," I offered. "This," as I stroked or his cock, "or this?" I asked as I quickly took him into my mouth. The way he sucked in his breath, I knew he preferred my mouth to my hand. I went down on him a few times and then went back to jacking him off. "So which do you prefer?"
There was silence for a while. I could see the wrestling going on inside of him. I knew I was gay, but I was pretty sure he was straight. He didn't know, until now perhaps, that I was gay. But did he want me to quit? No, that I knew. I knew which he wanted more, but I wanted to hear him say it. I continued stroking him, playing with his nut sack as well when finally I heard him say: "Make it wet."
I smiled and then went back to work, running my mouth up and down the shaft of his cock. I pulled his overalls further down his legs, and he spread his legs apart. I massaged his balls while my mouth savored his rod. I pulled his overalls all the way off now and moved his legs even more apart. I slid my body between his legs, planting my face in his groin. I slid my hands underneath his ass and pulled up on his butt, driving him deeper into my mouth. He then put his hands on my head and was guiding my head up and down so that it was bobbing.
Soon his hips were bucking as he began to fuck my mouth. I began greedily slobbering on his cock as it thrust in and out of my mouth, his hands exerting firm pressure on the back of my head. He was bucking wildly now, his breathing intense when suddenly his pelvis slammed into my face and my mouth was filled with his salty orgasm. He held my head down as I swallowed his load and then slowly went up and down his cock milking him of cum.
Nothing was said the next day, but everything seemed normal between us. I wondered what he was thinking, but then I stopped wondering when he once again showed up at my room, his shorts already tented, asking for another massage.