Payback Is A Bitch
Chapter 1
This is a work of gay fiction. The characters and sexual scenarios only existed in the imagination of the author. If you are offended by older boys and men hooking up with a younger teen, please stop reading immediately.
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13 Years Ago:
Sam Darrow was 13 years old when he came to realize that he was a little different from his friends. Overall, Sam was a well-adjusted, typical 13 year old boy who lived with his mom and dad in the suburbs outside of a large urban center. They lived in a typical middle-class neighborhood. Sam played sports with his buddies in the neighborhood, liked to ride his bicycle, and did very well in his school. He had friends, but his best friend was a 13 year old boy who lived nearby, named Freddie. Sam and Freddie were in the same class at the middle school that they attended, and were in the last couple of months of the Spring semester of the 7th grade.
Sam was a bit small for his age, but he had boundless energy and spirit. He was a very smart and good-looking boy, with dirty blond hair cut short, a slim body which was just at the beginning of losing his baby fat and putting in muscle. His eyes were greenish gray with long eye lashes. He was going to be a late-bloomer in the puberty department, because there was not a hair on his body, except on the top of his head. Sam had been experiencing spontaneous erections for the last couple of years, which caused him great embarrassment when they happened in school or out on the athletic fields. He worried that something was wrong with him because he was always springing a boner.
Sam had started looking at other boys in his school, and daydreaming about them and what they would look like naked. When he did that, his little 5 inch dick would get hard and poke out from his shorts, always embarrassing Sam.
Sam and Freddie would often spend the night with each other on weekends. Freddie was a cute boy, taller than Sam but on the skinny side. He had black thick hair and brown eyes, and Sam often found himself daydreaming about Freddie and what he might look like under his clothes.
One Friday night, Freddie was spending the night at Sam's house. They had been spending the night at each other's houses for a couple of years now. When it was time to go to bed, the boys went to Sam's room, where they always shared Sam's large full-size bed. They had been playing video games and were still charged up from that, not sleepy at all. Freddie grabbed his backpack that he had brought. With an excited grin on his face, Freddie pulled out some porn magazines. Freddie said, "Look what I found in my brother's closet!" "Wow!" exclaimed Sam, as he was pulling off his t-shirt, getting ready for bed. Freddie tossed a "Penthouse" magazine at Sam, who caught it and opened it immediately, scanning all of the photos of sexy naked women in all kinds of poses. Freddie selected a "Hustler" magazine and crawled onto the bed with Sam. Both boys had stripped down to their white cotton briefs and were now lying side by side, looking at the sexy models in the magazines.
It didn't take but a moment or two before Sam realized that his little cock was hard and tenting out the front of his underwear. He had never seen anything like these porn magazines before. To his delight, his "Penthouse" had photos of nude men as well as buxom females, and his eyes were immediately attracted to those sexy men. Both boys were silent as they were mesmerized by the dirty pictures. Sam's hard-on embarrassed him until he looked over at Freddie and saw unmistakable evidence that Freddie's dick was every bit as hard and erect as Sam's. Once he saw Freddie's boner, Sam couldn't take his eyes off of it. Sam fought the strong urge to reach over and grip Freddie's penis.
As Sam pretended to be looking at the naked girls in his magazine, his eyes simply stared at Freddie's crotch. Sam's heartbeat raced as he saw Freddie put his hand down between his legs and rub his hard pecker. Freddie whispered, "Pretty hot, huh?" Sam was watching Freddie rub his own penis through his underwear when he replied, "Yeah, it sure is! Really hot!" Freddie's dick looked really big, compared to Sam's 5 incher, at least in Sam's eyes.
The boys continued to peruse their magazines in silence as the TV cast its light down on the bed. Finally, Freddie broke the silence and said, "Man, I need to jerk off! I am so fuckin' horny!" Freddie and Sam had discussed jerking off before, and they both had been experimenting with it separately. Both boys had been able to have wet orgasms for a while now, and it was a lot of fun for both of them. Sam was really excited at
- this point. He really yearned to see Freddie naked, to look at his erection and his balls, and even play with them. "Dude, look at this chick! She's giving this guy a blow-job!" Sam leaned over and craned his neck to see the photo of this woman sucking this stud's huge cock! Sam's hard dick twitched inside his briefs as he looked at the big thick cock halfway in the woman's mouth. Freddie said, "Fuck! I would give anything for a blow-job right now!" Sam looked at Freddie and said, "Have you ever had a blow-job before?" "Nah," replied Freddie, "but I bet it feels awesome!"
Sam was really horny now as he lay next to his mostly naked buddy in the bed, with both boys boned up. He kept thinking about how cool it would be if he could grant Freddie's wish and take his friend's cock in his mouth and suck it. Lately, Sam had thought about sucking dicks a lot, especially when he would play with his penis and jerk it like Freddie had said you do when you jerk off.
Sam seemed to daydream a lot lately about what it would feel like and taste like to have a cock in his mouth. It was a really gay thing to do, and Sam started wondering if he was gay. He was beginning to think that he was and, if he was, he knew that it was something that he would have to keep as a tight secret because he knew that all of his buddies would shun him if they knew Sam was a queer. Gay boys still had it rough in those days. No one talked about gay sex except in a very demeaning and condemning way. But here was Freddie, lying next to him in just his underwear, stroking his hard-on in Sam's bed. Maybe he could get Freddie to jerk off in front of him.
Sam looked over at Freddie and said, "If you want to, we could jerk off together. No one would ever know, and we're both horny." Freddie looked over at Sam and said, "I'm not queer, you know." Sam laughed nervously and said, "It's not queer! We'll just be jerking off at the same time. C'mon, it'll be fun!" Freddie was silent for a minute or two, still stroking his erection through his underwear. Then Freddie said, "Okay, but I'm not a homo." Sam said excitedly, "It's cool, dude. Let's pull our underwear down!" Sam pulled off his briefs, freeing his painfully hard boner from its cotton pouch. Freddie glanced at Sam's dick and then pulled his briefs down his legs.
Sam's heart was racing as he looked at Freddie's cock for the very first time. Freddie's cock was definitely longer and thicker than Sam's, and his balls were clearly more developed than Sam's. Freddie was looking at Sam directly in the eyes as Sam ogled his friend's package. Sam lay back and took his dick in his hand and began stroking it. When he looked over at Freddie, he saw that Freddie's hand was back on his cock, stroking it slowly. Sam whispered, "See? Feels good, doesn't it?" Freddie just nodded his head and kept playing with himself.
Sam was desperate to take this to the next level. He loved Freddie's dick and wondered what it would taste like. Sam's mouth watered as he thought about his buddy's cock. They stroked themselves for several minutes, and clearly Freddie was enjoying the feelings he was giving himself. Sam gathered up all the courage he had and said, "I bet it would feel even better if we did each other." Before Freddie could protest, Sam reached over and took Freddie's penis into his hand and started stroking it.
Sam was so excited to be feeling another boy's cock in his hand for the first time ever. He loved the hardness of Freddie's shaft, and the velvet softness of his skin that covered that steel-hard shaft. He stroked it for a minute or so before he felt Freddie's hand take Sam's penis into his hand. This is great, thought Sam, his friend was feeling his dick! Freddie gasped with pleasure as Sam stroked his cock. It definitely did feel better this way, Sam was right about that.
The two boys were still looking at the picture in the magazine with the naked woman blowing the man's incredibly big cock. Sam was going out of his mind with the incredible excitement of feeling Freddie's big dick. Sam's fingers reached down and cupped Freddie's big nuts, rolling them between his fingers before returning his hand to Freddie's hard dick. Freddie sighed with pleasure as Sam pulled and stroked Freddie's dick.
Then Sam whispered, "I wonder what it feels like to get a blow-job. I bet it is awesome! Billy told me one time that his girlfriend, Ashley, had sucked him off once, and it was the most incredible thing he had ever felt. Have you thought about it, Freddie?" Freddie nodded his head and said, "Yeah, I have." Sam continued, "Don't you think it would feel really good?" Freddie glanced at Sam, then looked back down at the magazine. "Yeah," he said quietly. The two boys continued feeling and jerking each other in silence for a couple of minutes. Finally, his heart pounding in his chest, Sam whispered, "Would you like me to blow you, Freddie?" Freddie looked at Sam and hesitated for a second, then said, "I told you, I'm not queer." Sam was undeterred. Sam said, "It's not necessarily queer to make your friend feel good, and no one will ever know. You won't tell anybody, would you?"
Freddie was again silent for a second while he pondered the possibilities. Freddie knew that Sam would never tell anyone, because that would brand him as a faggot to everyone they knew. And Freddie had been dreaming about getting a blow-job for a long time. Only, in his dreams, it had always been a girl who was sucking his cock. But, he thought, a mouth is a mouth, whether it was a boy's mouth or a girl's mouth, right? And he was so horny right now. Then Freddie started seriously thinking that his buddy, Sam, might be a homo. Was Sam gay? He liked Sam a lot, but could he still be friends with Sam if Sam was a queer? But queers suck dick all the time, right? If Sam gave Freddie a blow-job tonight, and if Freddie liked it, he could probably get Sam to blow him whenever he got horny and needed to empty his balls. That would be a sweet arrangement.
Freddie sighed and turned his head towards Sam, who was looking at Freddie's face intently, trying to read his friend's thoughts. Freddie said, "Alright, dude, go for it." Sam grinned and said, "Really?" Freddie said, "Yeah, dude, you can suck my dick, but if you ever tell anybody, I'll fuckin' murder you, you got that?"
Sam immediately leaned over Freddie's crotch and brought his face in close to Freddie's hard cock. Sam felt his mouth fill with saliva as his tongue slithered out and swiped across the precum-soaked tip of Freddie's dick. Freddie's body sort of jumped with this first contact. Sam's tongue licked all around the head of Freddie's dick. Sam savored the taste of his friend's precum, a thick, gooey slime that tasted mild and slightly salty. Then Sam opened his lips and allowed the snout of Freddie's cock to ease into his warm, wet mouth. Sam was thrilled at how good this dick tasted and how it felt inside his mouth.
"Watch your teeth!" hissed Freddie. Sam carefully covered his teeth with his lips and started sucking the head of Freddie's cock. Freddie's hands gripped Sam's head as he pumped his hips up, driving the shaft of his preteen meat into Sam's warm mouth. Freddie let out another gasp. He had never felt anything this good before. Sam's fingers moved down between Freddie's legs and felt the boy's balls while he started moving the dick in and out of his mouth. Sam was in heaven! It felt so good, so right to have a hard cock in his mouth.
This was a first for both boys, so the blow-job was far from the best experience, but to Freddie and Sam, it was exquisite pleasure. Freddie's cock was coated with spit as it humped in and out of Sam's sucking mouth. Freddie knew he was about to blow his wad, and really soon, so he did the right thing and gave Sam a warning. "I'm about to cum, Sam," hissed Freddie. But Sam didn't slow down. He kept sucking and bobbing his head on Freddie's cock. Suddenly, Freddie's dick throbbed and started belching thick wads of warm, creamy semen into Sam's mouth. Sam choked a little but started swallowing the sperm as fast as he could. Sam was thrilled with the feeling of the jets of cum shooting into his mouth. Freddie's cock continued to spasm and jerk as more preteen cum shot out of it. The thick cum tasted wonderful to Sam, and he kept sucking more and more of it out onto his tongue until it slowed to a dribble.
Sam let his buddy's cock slide from his lips and fall wetly onto Freddie's upper thigh. Sam fell back onto the bed beside Freddie, grasped his hard dick and, after just a few jerks, shot his watery load onto his own stomach. Sam's head swam with the afterglow of his first given blow-job. When he caught his breath, Sam whispered to Freddie, "Well, did you like it?" Freddie stared up to the ceiling and said, "Yeah, it was good." Sam grinned and said, "Yeah, I thought so too."
The boys were both silent for quite a while, each wrapped up in their own thoughts, until finally Freddie rolled over onto his side, facing away from Sam and said, "I'm gonna get some sleep." Sam was a little bit puzzled by Freddie's seeming indifference to what Sam thought was one of the best experiences of his life.
Sam lay there for a long time, too many thoughts in his head to allow him to go to sleep. What had happened? Did this mean that Sam is a homosexual? Did Freddie think Sam was queer? He had so much fun sucking Freddie off. What if someone else finds out about this? Sam's life would be ruined. Finally, after a long time pondering these thoughts, Sam rolled onto his side and, just as he slipped into sleep, he thought "I hope we can do this again!"
The next morning dawned, and both Sam and Freddie slept in late. When Sam finally awoke, he saw Freddie sitting on the side of the bed, getting his underwear on. Sam tried to get a peek at Freddie's dick as the boy slid his briefs on, then pulled on his t-shirt. Sam said, "Good morning!" Freddie mumbled, "Morning. I'm gonna get home in a few minutes. My dad has a lot of yard work for me to do today, so I gotta go." Sam frowned. Was Freddie mad at him for last night? Did he regret letting Sam suck his dick? Sam said, "You okay?" Freddie turned around and looked at Sam. "Yeah, I'm fine," he said, "I just got to go, like I told you. I'll see you at school Monday, okay?" "Yeah, okay," said Sam, "I'll see you then."
As the day wore on, Sam started to forget about Freddie's strange mood that morning and just wrote it off as Freddie not wanting to work in his dad's yard. After Freddie left, Sam's dick got hard as he thought about the feeling of his friend's dick sliding in and out of his lips and the wonderful taste of Freddie's cum. Sam jerked himself off and spilled his cum onto his flat belly.
That Monday morning at school, Freddie seemed like his old self. They greeted each other before class started and went through their day like it was any other. They ate lunch together as usual, and played soccer during PE class. Sam kept catching himself staring at Freddie's crotch from time to time, remembering the feel of that hard cock in his mouth.
On Wednesday, during lunch, Freddie invited Sam to come to his house on Friday to spend the night. Sam was excited at this invitation. Maybe he could suck Freddie off again. It never really occurred to Sam to think that maybe Freddie would suck Sam's dick too.
Friday finally arrived. Sam's parents naturally agreed to allow Sam to spend the night at Freddie's. They had been friends for a long time, and this was a normal occurrence. That night at Freddie's, after they had played video games and just hung out together, they went to bed. As they got in Freddie's bed, wearing only their underwear, Freddie just came out and asked Sam if he wanted to suck his dick again. Sam was thrilled and eagerly agreed. Freddie said, "You really like sucking cock, don't you?" Sam blushed and said, "Yeah, it's fun." Freddie said, "No, I mean you really really like it, don't you?"
Sam didn't know what to say. Clearly, Freddie was asking Sam if Sam was gay. Sam said, "I don't know. I guess I do." Freddie smiled then, pulled down his underwear, and said, "Well, you better get to work." Sam got his underwear off and then got down below Freddie in between his legs. He took Freddie's hard penis into his hand and guided it to his mouth. Sam started licking Freddie's balls and then slipped the boner into his mouth. Sam sucked Freddie's dick, learning the moves and tricks that seemed to turn his friend on the most, and then swallowed the globs of creamy seed when Freddie came. This time, Freddie gave no warning that he was about to cum. He just figured that Sam wanted to swallow it.
The following morning, there was no strange air between the boys. Freddie even got Sam to suck him off again before they got dressed. Later that day, the boys were at the school baseball diamond and got into a pickup game of baseball with several other boys. After the game, they went to a fast food burger place and had a late lunch. When they got back to Freddie's house, Sam said he should probably get home to do his homework and some chores his mom had for him to do. Freddie said, "Before you go, I could use another blow-job. You up for it?" They went up to Freddie's room, locked the door, and in no time Sam was on his knees between Freddie's legs with Freddie's cock stuffed into his mouth. He took Freddie's sperm load and savored the wonderful taste as it slid down his throat. After a minute, Freddie stood up and zipped his shorts up.
This pattern repeated itself over the next few weeks. Freddie was getting more and more bold in asking Sam to suck him off. He even got Sam to suck his dick at school several times during lunch break in one of the bathroom stalls. The sexual act was always strictly a one-way street, with Sam doing the sucking and Freddie doing the cumming.
One day at school, Sam and Freddie were in the boys' room in one of the stalls with Sam on his knees and Freddie's dick in Sam's mouth. Suddenly the bathroom door swung open noisily, and someone entered the bathroom. The person seemed to be another student, judging by the black high-top tennis shoes he was wearing. This boy stopped right in front of the stall where Freddie's dick was starting to wilt inside Sam's mouth. Sam was terrified that they had been caught, and both boys froze. Sam could see the boy on the other side of the door bend over slightly to try to look through the crack in the door of the stall. Neither Sam nor Freddie dared to even breathe. Finally, the boy straightened up, muttered something that Sam thought sounded like "Faggots," and moved on to the urinal where he pissed and then left the bathroom. As soon as the bathroom door closed, Freddie hissed, "Fuck! Who was that? Do you think he saw us?" Sam was pale with fear. "I-I don't know!" Sam said. Freddie continued, "Fuck me! That was close! I couldn't tell who it was, but we better get the fuck out of here!" Freddie pulled up his underwear and pants while Sam scrambled up from his knees. Freddie cautiously opened the stall door, looked out, then said, "You stay here. I'm gonna go back to the cafeteria. You wait five minutes after I'm gone, then you get outta here. Got it?" Sam gulped nervously and said, "Yeah, got it." Freddie left, Sam waited as planned, then exited the restroom. The hallway was crowded with students, but no one seemed to be paying him much attention as he left.
No one said anything to either boy about the incident that day, or for the rest of the week. After that close call, all blow-jobs at school ceased. But they did continue from time to time at home or sometimes out in the woods behind Sam's house. Sam couldn't get enough of Freddie's dick, and Freddie loved shooting his cum into Sam's mouth.
Buck Johansson was a stud in the eighth grade. Buck was not very bright, but he was quite an athlete. He had been held back a year in the second grade because of his grades, so he was a year older than his classmates. He was 15 years old now, and he had a swagger and cockiness that he wore around him like a super-hero's cape. He was heavily muscled, well into puberty, handsome and arrogant. He was a star athlete on the baseball, soccer and football teams at the YMCA. He worked out at the Y at least three or four times a week. The girls at school turned into fawning, giggling idiots when they were around him, and the boys all looked up to him. He was beautiful, and the teachers treated him with kid gloves.
Buck Johansson was also a bully. He was always pestering the nerdy kids in the school, tripping them in the hallway, knocking their books from their hands and laughing about it. He would call them "pathetic losers" and "pussies," and then he would glare at them, daring them to do something about it. But no one ever did. Buck was too big, too strong and too dominant for anyone to fight back. The school administrators and the teachers never intervened or put a stop to Buck's constant bullying.
At 15, Buck was a sexy boy. His shirts were always snug, hugging his pecs and his biceps like a second skin. His pants were also snug, hugging the curve of his strong, firm ass and his muscular thighs. The crotch of his pants were always displaying an impressive bulge, hinting that the bully was well-endowed.
Buck had a girlfriend named Angela, a blonde-haired bimbo who was starting to display what promised to be an impressive pair of titties under her sweater or blouse. She was very pretty and all the boys wanted to get into her panties, but that was impossible because she was going with Buck. Angela always wore just a little too much make-up that made her look a little slutty.
Buck was in the 8th grade class, one year ahead of Sam and Freddie, and in the same middle school, but that didn't stop him from picking on them from time to time. Sam always tried to avoid Buck if possible, but they did live in the same neighborhood, on different streets, so Sam would see Buck from time to time when Sam was riding his bike around the neighborhood.
One Saturday morning, Sam was riding his bike close to Buck's house, and as he neared Buck's house, Sam spotted Buck out in his driveway shooting a basketball. Buck was wearing some snug-fitting gym shorts and, since it was somewhat warm that day, Buck had removed his t-shirt. Sam allowed himself to stop and look at Buck for a minute or so, watching the stud dribble the ball and shoot it into the basket. All Buck had on were his athletic shorts and his black high-top tennis shoes. Sam thought that Buck was so sexy, so much bigger than him and so muscular. Sam became aware that his penis was hardening inside his own shorts as he thought about what Buck might look like naked. Sam was staring intently at the bulge in Buck's shorts, flopping around as Buck practiced his basketball shooting. Damn, Sam thought to himself, that looks like a really big dick!
Suddenly Sam became aware that something had changed... Buck was no longer shooting the ball, but was standing still. Sam looked up into Buck's face and saw, to his horror, that Buck was staring straight into Sam's eyes! Buck had a smirk on his face as he caught cute little Sam checking him out. Sam immediately turned his bike around and started to make his escape when he heard Buck shout, "Hey! Kid! Come here!" Sam froze in place, panicked, but did not turn around. Sam heard Buck's commanding voice again say, "I said come here, dammit!" Sam's heart sank. He could either face Buck now or wait until Monday morning at school in front of all of his friends. Sam turned his bicycle around and walked it to the street end of Buck's driveway, where Buck stood waiting.
Buck was holding the basketball in his hands as Sam approached him. Sam stood there, just a couple of feet away from the stud, and tried his very best to give Buck a smile.
Buck said, "Yeah, I know you. Your name is Sammy something, right? We both go to Central Middle School." Sam cleared his throat and said, "It's Sam." Buck replied, "Yeah yeah, Sam something, whatever." Sam and Buck just stood there in silence for a few seconds, then Buck said, "I saw you checking me out just now." Buck's hand reached down to the front of his shorts and gave his penis a very obvious tug while he continued staring directly into Sam's eyes. Sam protested, "N-no! I wasn't checking you out, dude!" But Sam couldn't help himself. He glanced down and saw Buck's fingers gripping what appeared to be a thick tube pointing straight down to the concrete inside his shorts. He looked back up quickly and saw that he had been busted again. Buck smirked and said, "No, of course you weren't. That would be so fuckin' queer if you did. You're not a queer, are you?"
Sam was mortified. This older boy, this school bully built like a stud, was calling him out! Sam said, timidly, "No! N-no, I'm not a queer, honest!" Buck kept groping his cock through the front of his shorts as he continued his snide smirk and said, "Because only a queer would be checking out another guy's junk, right?" Sam blushed furiously and tried his best to collect his wits. "I wasn't checking out your junk, honest! I was just riding my bike!"
Buck laughed and said, "Yeah, right. You were checking out my junk, dude." With that, Buck let out a very audible moan as he manipulated his cock with his hand. Again, Sam couldn't help himself. His eyes darted down between Buck's legs and saw, to his amazement, that Buck's penis was now completely erect and making the front of his athletic shorts stick straight out obscenely. It looked really big. Sam's eyes were glued to the sexy boy's bulging shorts for way too long, and when he finally looked back up, Buck was grinning at him knowingly. To Sam's even greater horror, he felt his own penis begin to stiffen and grow.
Buck reached out suddenly, grabbed Sam's wrist firmly, and shoved Sam's hand down between Buck's muscled thighs. Sam flinched as his hand made contact with the big hard-on. "Go ahead, fag, get a good feel of what you want so bad." Sam tried to pull his hand away, but Buck was too strong and he pushed Sam's hand even more firmly against Buck's big boner. Sam's fingers automatically grasped Buck's cock and squeezed it slightly. To Sam's dismay, Buck started laughing and said, "No, Sammy-boy, you're not queer! But you're about to cream your panties just feeling my cock, aren't you?"
Buck continued holding Sam's wrist firmly and made Sam's hand start slowly stroking the big tube of male flesh. Sam's heart was beating fast as he felt Buck's long penis get even longer and thicker through the older boy's shorts. Sam looked around quickly, afraid that someone would see him groping the bully's dick, but he couldn't see anyone down both directions of the street.
Suddenly, Buck released Sam's wrist, but it took Sam just a few critical seconds to realize it because he continued for those very few seconds to stroke Buck's hard penis. When he realized that his hand was free, Sam jerked his hand away from Buck's dick like it was a poisonous snake. Sam was about to faint from panic and embarrassment. Buck said sarcastically, "Yeah, you're not a queer. But I tell you what, Mr.-I'm-not-a- queer, I gotta get ready for baseball practice, so you gotta stop playing with my dick for right now. But I'll be back here at my house around 4:00 and you'd better have your not-queer ass back here at 4:00, you hear me? We have a lot more things to discuss." Sam gulped nervously and said, "I-I might not be able to this afternoon. I have some chores...." "I don't give a flyin' shit what you have to do this afternoon!" sneered Buck menacingly, "Your scrawny little ass better be right here this afternoon at 4:00 sharp, or I will find your ass at school Monday and beat the livin' shit outta you! Got it?" Without waiting for an answer, Buck spun on his heels and walked down his driveway to the garage and went inside.
Sam didn't know what to do, other than get on his bicycle and pedal back home as fast as he could. His thoughts were racing as he sped along. How did Buck know he was a homo? What was he going to do? Should he just stay home that afternoon and get his ass beat Monday morning? What did Buck want to talk with him about? Buck couldn't know that Sam liked boys. No way! If he did go back to Buck's house at 4:00 that afternoon, Sam could just continue to deny that he was attracted to Buck or that he liked other boys' bodies. What could Buck do about that? But Buck seemed to somehow know that Sam was into other boys. Buck was an asshole! Sam had only sucked Freddie's cock before, no one else's, and Sam was fairly sure that Freddie didn't tell anyone about that. But Sam felt like crying. Buck had seen him looking at his hard cock inside his shorts, and he just seemed to know somehow.
By the time Sam got home, he had collected his thoughts and decided he would go back to Buck's and just deny any allegation that he was gay. Buck couldn't prove anything. It would be fine. He would just convince Buck that he was straight and that was that.
The time dragged along slowly that afternoon. Sam had a really bad feeling about Buck. Buck was a well-known bully at school, and all of Sam's friends were very scared of the 15 year old stud. Sam kept thinking about how wonderful Buck's cock felt in his hand. He wished that he could see Buck's dick out in the open. It would feel so good to take that big hard tube of male flesh into his mouth. It was bigger than Freddie's dick. Wait, what was he thinking? He couldn't suck Buck off! That was crazy! Buck was an asshole, and he'd probably tell everyone in school that Sam was a cocksucker. That would ruin Sam!
At 3:50 pm, Sam got on his bicycle and pedaled over towards Buck's house. He knew it would be bad for him if he were late. He got to Buck's driveway right at 4:00, but Buck was nowhere to be seen. After about 10 minutes, Sam was thinking that he might just leave. About that time, a car pulled up and Buck got out of the car. He was still in his baseball uniform, all sweaty and dirty. Buck looked at Sam, then said goodbye to the driver and passengers in the car, which then drove away. Buck walked over to Sam and said, "I see you decided not to get your ass beat Monday. Follow me. Put your bike against the side of the house." Sam followed Buck up the driveway, and his eyes took in the sight of Buck's muscular ass moving inside the tight baseball pants.
They went inside the house, which appeared to be empty. "Are your parents home?" asked Sam. Buck said, "Who told you to talk, asshole?" Sam followed Buck up the stairs and into a room that was apparently Buck's bedroom. The room was a mess, with dirty clothes strewn all over the floor and the bed unmade. "Sit down on the bed," Buck ordered. Sam sat on the bed and watched in surprise as Buck started taking his clothes off. "Don't get your panties wet, Sammy-boy, I'm gonna get a shower," Buck said. Sam's heart started beating fast as he watched the handsome older boy take off his shoes and socks, then reached for the belt on his pants. Buck ignored Sam as he stripped. Buck pulled his pants off and then just stood in front of Sam, wearing only a sweaty-looking jock strap. Sam's eyes locked on to the huge bulge in the jock. He felt his mouth water a little bit, but he tried to hide his interest. Sam could see that Buck's bulge was starting to grow. Sam looked up and saw that Buck was staring right at Sam with a smirk on his face. Sam immediately looked down at the floor. Buck then pulled the jock strap down, and Sam couldn't help but glance at the now naked stud directly in front of him. Buck's cock was thick and was slightly bouncing with Buck's heartbeat.
"Stay there, Mr.-I'm-not-a-queer. Don't move until I get back from my shower," Buck said, "Unless you want to come in and wash my back?" Buck laughed, and Sam said, "N-no thanks. I'll stay right here."
Buck was in the shower for about 10 minutes. When he came back into the bedroom, his hair was wet and he had a towel wrapped around his trim waist. Sam hadn't moved from his spot on the side of the bed. His heart was racing again as Buck stepped up right in front of Sam and dropped the towel.
Sam's eyes locked on to the big dick meat in front of him. It was hard now, jutting straight up and pointing to Buck's belly. His balls were big and slightly hairy. Buck's cock was throbbing slightly.
"Why don't you give it a kiss, faggot?" said Buck. Sam protested, saying, "I-I'm not gay!" Buck said, "Bullshit. You're a cocksucker, aren't you? I know for a fact that you're a queer, Sammy-boy!" Sam again protested his innocence, saying, "I am not!" Buck took his dick into his hand and took a step closer to Sam. "Yes, you are a cocksucker, Sammy-boy. Do you remember about a week ago at school when you were in the boy's room on your knees suckin' another boy's dick? You remember that? Yeah, there you were, chowing down on some loser's cock, and someone came into the restroom and discovered you two fairies eating dick. That someone was me, cocksucker. I saw you through the crack in the door. I saw it was you, no mistake about it." Buck's tone of voice was cruel and sneering. Sam's stomach gave a lurch and he thought he might throw up.
Buck just stood there, letting the revelation sink into Sam's brain. Sam felt his eyes fill with tears, and he said, "Please, Buck, please don't tell anybody about that! Oh god! Oh please, don't tell anyone!" Buck laughed and then started slowly jacking his dick. So much for Sam's brilliant plan of sticking with his denials of being homosexual. Sam's eyes darted over to where Buck had put his shoes, and saw a pair of black high-topped sneakers. To his dismay, Sam remembered that the boy who had interrupted Sam and Freddie in the bathroom stall that day was wearing black high-top sneakers just like these. Buck chuckled again as he saw the look of defeat cross over Sam's face. "So, faggot, I guess now you remember that little blow-job in the john that day? Yeah, that was me, Sammy-boy. And now you're gonna do like I asked so nicely and give my dick a nice kiss, aren't you?"
That's it for Chapter 1. Stay tuned for more. Feel free to email me at bamajake@proton.me if you have any questions or comments.
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