This story contains descriptions of sex between boys. If that bothers you, please go elsewhere. Otherwise, enjoy!
This story is completely fictional, and, as with any such work of fiction, and resemblance to any place, event, or person (living or dead) is purely coincidental.
Copyright is to me, and may not be reproduced without my prior permission.
Comments can be sent to me at forcewielder2000@yahoo.com; flames will evaluated for potential comic relief and may be used with very snarky responses in future stories.
~Mark
I stretched and glanced out the window of the second story of the house. For some reason, even though it was a Friday night in late June, I hadn't made any plans for the evening, which was weird for a 17-year-old. No one else was at home, so I had the place to myself for a while.
I stood up, stretching my 6'3" muscular frame and ran my hands through my shaggy dirty blond hair, which I'm told goes great with my brown eyes. Looking out the window again, I could see into the pool area of the house next door. I noticed that the 13-year-old son, Sam, was sitting there on the edge of the pool in just speedos, having obviously just been swimming. I felt a bit of stirring in my crotch. Normally I didn't pay too much attention to Sam, though he was a friend of my younger brother, Travis, but I was quite sure I'd seem Sam ogling me out of the corner of my eye on more than one occasion over the past few months when he'd been over here. From the look of things, he was the only one home over there, too.
An idea crept into my mind. I wouldn't say I've always managed to snag anybody who caught my eye, but I've never had trouble getting a relationship with more than a few people (both male and female) I've found attractive, ranging from simply going out with them to actually winding up in bed with several of them. And I had to admit, as I stood there and stared at Sam, he was rather cute, in an almost innocent sort of way. It had also been a while since I'd made out with anyone, and I was starting to feel a bit of a need that couldn't be satisfied simply by having a session or two with my own hand.
An idea started forming in my head as to how I could get Sam into my bed if he really wanted to make out with me, and I shrugged and thought, "Why not?" The worst thing that could happen if my plan worked out was that Sam's ultimate response would be "No," and then I'd be no worse off after than I was before. And if his answer was "Yes," well...
I grinned, then pulled on a muscle shirt to go with the shorts I was already wearing and headed out to the back yard. For some strange reason that I'd never known, whoever had originally developed the area had put a gate into the fence dividing the two yards, and I headed over to that gate now. Opening it, I let myself through. Sam glanced up when I came through.
"Hey, Sam," I said.
"Hey, Paul," he replied, his eyes running over my body. Oh, yeah, he had the hots for me.
"So, you the only one home tonight?" I asked.
"Yeah."
"Me, too," I replied, moving over to him and sitting down next to him. He was probably about 5'4", with short dark brown hair and hazel eyes.
After a moment, I stretched slowly, and noticed that Sam's eyes were practically riveted to my body at that point. I'd had enough people compliment me on my looks that I figured that his response was what I'd get.
"Now, Sam," I said, "I notice that you've been checking me out every now and then. You like my body?"
"Uh, no," he stammered out, turning bright red. "Um, what makes you, uh, say that?"
"Oh, I think it's rather...hard not to think that you do," I said, gesturing to the bulge in the front of his speedos. He looked down, and then his head whipped back up, his eyes wide, realizing one of the major problems with wearing speedos when you're an adolescent male who's in the presence of his crush.
"It's not what you think!" he declared, his voice squeaking. "Honest!"
"Uh-huh," I replied with a grin.
"Really!"
"Look, there's nothing wrong with it if you do," I told him. "Sometimes I like to get it on with other guys, too." As he stared at me with wide eyes, I continued. "Look, I'll let you in on a little something. I'm kinda horny myself here. Now, what I'm going to be doing is I'll be going back home. I'll be entering the back door, which I'll be leaving unlocked for a while. I'm going to go to my room – you remember where that is, right? Right next to Travis's room – and in about 15, 20 minutes I'm going to take my clothes off and start having a little fun with my body. If you're interested in joining me and having a little mutual exploration of each other's body, here's what you'll do. First, you'll go take a shower and get that chlorine smell off of you, and then you'll come over – don't bother with putting any clothes on; you won't need to be wearing anything with what we'll be doing – and present yourself to me. If you aren't interested, all you have to do is stay over here, and have a little fun with Mr. Hand while imagining what I look like naked." As I said the last part of the last sentence (starting with "Mr. Hand") I made a fist in front of my chest with my right hand and moved it up and down diagonally a couple of times for emphasis.
I turned to leave, then turned back to him. "Oh, by the way," I said, "because of the nature of what I'm offering, this may very well be a one-time offer, so think carefully before deciding. You may never get another chance."
With that, I headed back home. I headed back into my bedroom and stripped before laying down on the bed and putting my hands behind my head, my hard 7-inch dick jutting upward in anticipation of what I was sure would be coming very soon. Sure enough, about 15 minutes later I heard the back door open and shut, and then footsteps coming to where my room was. Looking at the doorway, I saw Sam standing there in the doorway, completely naked, with his hard dick, about 4 1/2 inches long, jutting out and with a few pubic hairs around it and his balls. His eyes were riveted on my crotch.
"Why, hello there, Sam," I said with a grin as I propped myself up on my elbows. "Fancy meeting you here." I looked down at his crotch. "Oh, is that because of me?" I asked innocently, pointing at his hard dick.
Sam, panting a bit, could only swallow hard and hang his head a bit, blushing. I got up off the bed and walked to the middle of the room, Sam's eyes following me and running up and down my body, trying to take everything in at once. "Well?" I said. "Are you going to just stand there and stare, or are you going to come in and join me?"
Sam hesitantly walked into the room, and came over to where I was standing. I leaned down and kissed him. I then took him by the hand and led him over to the bed. We laid down on it, facing each other, and began to explore each other's body with our hands. His hands quickly made it to my crotch and began touching my dick and balls. My hands moved down his back before I grabbed his butt and began squeezing it. I then started fondling his dick and balls, and he moaned and shuddered from the stimulation.
At some point he wrapped a hand around my dick and started jacking me off. I let him do that for a bit before I said, "Suck it!"
He stopped jacking and looked at me with wide eyes. "Wh-what?" he managed to get out.
"You heard me," I said. "Put my thing into your mouth...and suck it." When he continued to stare at me, I said, "Go on. You know you want to."
I rolled onto my back, and he moved down until his face was right over my crotch. He then hesitantly moved down, opening his mouth. Slowly he slid as much of my dick into his mouth as he could, and proceeded to start sucking. I moaned out at the warm, wet feeling around my dick, and put my hands on the back of Sam's head, running my hands through his hair while he sucked. A few minutes after he started, I suddenly climaxed, pushing his head down and blowing my load into his mouth as I arched my hips up off the bed. When my ejaculation ended, I released his head, and he jerked his head up off my still-hard dick.
"Eeeewwwww!" he said, spitting my semen out.
After a few moments, I took him by the arm and moved him so that he was laying down on the bed on his back. I grabbed his ankles, moved his knees up until they were touching his scrawny chest, and then spread his legs apart. Getting m crotch into position down by his waist, I started pushing my dick into his butthole. He gasped out as his butthole expanded to take my dick, and he clutched the sheets under him. I managed to fully enter him in a short amount of time. When my mass of pubic hairs was pressed up against his butt, I released his ankles and settled down onto him to give him a bit of time to adjust to my dick being in him. I kissed him as he wrapped his arms and legs around me.
After a couple of minutes, I pulled my dick most of the way out of him and pushed it back in. Repeating the process, I started thrusting faster and faster until the whole bed was rocking back and forth. Bam! Bam! Bam! Sam groaned out as I plowed his butt.
On and on I continued to pump energetically. I was so horny I couldn't have stopped thrusting even if I wanted to. I enjoyed Sam's smooth body squirming beneath me. "Oh, yeah, baby," I said at one point before kissing him.
I then started nuzzling his neck and shoulder, and he cried out and stared ejaculating all over us. I continued to screw him hard as he went limp after his ejaculation ended, his arms and legs sliding off of me. He was definitely going to have a sore butthole by the time I got through with him. I must have continued thrusting for a good ten minutes before I finally ejaculated again, blowing my seed into Sam a second time. After I finished ejaculating, I laid there on top of Sam, enjoying the feeling that came with really good sex.
I then got up, pulling out of Sam. Taking him by the hand, I led him into the shower, where we got cleaned up together. Then we headed back into my bedroom and laid back down on the bed. Sam curled up next to me, resting his head on my chest as I wrapped my arms around him and held him to me.
We laid there for a while until he said, "I better go. My parents will be home soon."
"All right," I said as he got up. I gave him a kiss and said, "See you."
"See you."