Wanting Sam - Chapter 1 ------------------------------------
I will never forget the day I crossed the line and seduced my best friend Samuel. It was one of those unbearably hot days in June; me, Sam and a few of the other boys in the same crowd were walking home from school and were all in good spirits, as this particular day happened to be a Friday. All at 14 years of age, we were looking forward to getting home and doing whatever the hell we pleased for the next 48 hours.
Our final class of the day had been Physical Ed, believe it or not, and we were exhausted. Jimmy, Oscar and Owain, three of our mates who normally hung around with each other more so than they would me or Samuel, were walking in front of us and chatting about some girl called "Becky". I had a pretty good idea of who they meant, but took no interest in the conversation. These days, I felt as if my sexuality had taken a sudden turn. More specifically, it had taken a turn from girls to... oh god, dare I say it... boys. And at the present time, my homosexual feelings just happened to be set on Samuel.
Now you may wonder why I chose Samuel in particular - well, it's not as if I had known him very long, only about 3 years at the time of this story. He was in the same registration class as me and we had hit it off from the very first day of Year 7. What really separated Samuel from us boys was the way that he looked - he was, to put it bluntly, a very girly looking guy.
He had soft, shiny black hair that wasn't long enough to reach his shoulders but long enough to grab a tuft of it with your hand if you wanted to. He didn't have one hair on his face (or his body, for that matter) whilst the rest of us were beginning to see the birth of stubble on our faces. His skin was tender, his smile youthful and cute as hell. Oh, and one other thing; an observation I kept to myself. That perfect, oh-so delightfully shaped butt of his.
Seriously, friends, firm enough to mistake as a girls if you were to look at him from behind. Oh dear Christ the amount of times I have gone straight to my room after school and whacked off over that. Imagining him bent over, that angelic smile on his face, asking politely for me to fuck him. Then taking all of me from behind and begging in his timid little voice, "oh yes, Jack, fuck me! Fuck me in my cute little bum Jack, I'm all yours!"
You get the point. Girls weren't really on my mind at the time, and as our friend's conversation about Becky and her amazing tits continued in great detail before us, I turned to Sam and said "that's all they think about, those three. Pussy, pussy, pussy, all the time."
Beautiful Sam, in his usual quiet, subtle way, replied "eh, I dunno. Becky's an alright looking girl. They'll jump on anything, though!"
That's right Sam, leave those girls alone! I thought, smiling.
"You're in one of those creepy happy moods again," he said. "You've got that weird grin on your face. What goes through that head of yours, man!?"
"Oh, just planning my next murder, it's all good," I joked. I pushed him gently on the side of his arm, and said teasingly "I'm allowed to smile whenever I want, anyway!"
"Whatever. And don't push me! You're always trying to gay me up!" he laughed, flashing that Sam smile.
"You love it."
No answer to that. Thank God! I didn't really want a reply like "no, I don't", as much as he might have been joking. I know it sounds sad, but it would have disappointed me.
"Oi, boys!" Oscar shouted from in front of us. "Don't drop behind! What you doing, planning a date!?" I heard the other boys guffaw at that. Oh God, all these gay jokes. I took a sly opportunity and gave Sam a playful slap on the butt. I made sure to keep my hand there as long as was possible without it seeming weird.
"Oh yeah, man, we love the cock!" I yelled back. Sam laughed again in the only lovely way he could and we both increased our pace to catch up with the boys in front.
As I have mentioned to you already, me and Sam had always been closer as friends than with the other boys, so normally saw more of each other. And it was always a given that he would pop over my house for an hour or so after school, just for a quick game on the Playstation 3 or to check out ridiculous videos on YouTube. Anything for entertainment.
God, alone together for this many years, and I hadn't taken advantage of this situation yet. Was I stupid? No, of course not. If I tried anything with Sam, tried to kiss him or touch him and it didn't work out as planned, if it got back to anybody in school... it just wasn't worth thinking about.
As we hit the corner leading to my street, we said our goodbyes to the boys and agreed that Becky Jones tits were indeed magnificent and a sight to behold. Me and Sam now made our way up another small incline, getting closer to my house by the second. We were breathing quicker now in the simmering heat and not bothering to waste breath on words. Sam walked slightly ahead of me, being of a skinnier frame himself, and I wasted no time in glancing down and taking a sneak peak at his lovely ass cheeks moving back and forth effeminately in those tight school trousers. I felt that familiar strong stirring in my own trousers and my dick started to harden slightly.
Control yourself, Jack, I thought. Take it easy.
We finally made it to the house, threw our bags down on the floor, and ran upstairs to my bedroom. My parents were yet to be back from work for another two hours or so, meaning that anything we looked at on the Internet or played on could be as loud and vulgar as we wanted for a certain time!
I threw myself down on my bed, stretched my arms out, and moaned a sigh of relief. "At last!" I cried, melodramatically, "the week's over! Now to do fuck all for the whole weekend, Sammy!"
"You got it, dude!" Sam agreed, looking in my mirror and adjusting the hair which had been matted to his forehead by sweat. "God, I look a mess!"
"You're such a girl!" I teased, "I'm surprised you don't have a whole makeup set with you."
"I'm not that bad!" he retorted. "You're just as vain yourself, gelled-hair-boy!"
"Ooh, you talk the talk, but can't walk the talk!" I said. "Come here and say that to my face, vanity!"
To my surprise and complete shock, he turned around and walked towards me, a mischievous grin on his face. "Come on then!" he said, and jumped on me. I started to giggle hysterically, covering my face with my forearms. Instead he just started to poke me in the stomach and sides.
"Nuh-no! S-Sam!" I laughed, as he continued the onslaught. "S-Sam! SAM! You'll break the bed, s-stop!"
There was no way he would break the bed with that girly figure, but I didn't tell him that. I managed to grab his arms and I proceeded to push him onto his back. I knelt over him and started to taunt him by doing the same as he had done to me. "Come on then, Sam! Come on Sammy!" I poked and prodded at him and he begged for mercy. Eventually, I stopped, and then shamefully realized that I had a huge boner which had made quite a proud shape in my trousers. Sam was staring straight at it.
"I think you got a bit too excited," said Sam, his face flushed, suddenly averting his eyes from me and looking straight at the ceiling.
Could I normalize this? Was there any way? I could just leave it. Then thought, no! I would never get this opportunity again.
"Yeah, so?" I said. "Something TERRIBLY wrong with that?"
"Didn't say there was," came Sam's reply. I was still awkwardly sitting on top of him. I didn't know what to do. He was still staring at the ceiling, an embarrassed look on his face. He didn't know what to do either. That was good. I had to dominate him. I had to seduce him. I lent forward, bringing my face closer to his.
"Sh-shall I let you go then, Sam?" I asked, nervously. Oh my god, this had started as a stupid little wrestling match, I should have left it at that. This would NEVER happen with any other two blokes!
"Umm," he mumbled, confused. "Up to you."
Oh, those lovely words. That had to be an invite. I took the chance and did what I had wanted to do for the last 3 years. I made my move. I put my hand behind his head, slowly pulled him toward me and kissed my friend Samuel directly on the lips. Blood pumped passionately in all different places of my body. I felt his arms slide, unsure, around my back. Unsure, but not reluctantly.
I looked into his blue eyes, caught in the moment. He made a funny, nervous sound in his throat and smiled at me. "Well, I guess this is going to be interesting," he said.
Yes, it certainly was going to be just that.