Wanting Sam -- Finale
So here I was, in a situation I had fantasized about for a very long time; my best friend, now boyfriend, Sam, bending over his bed in front of me, willing and ready for me to penetrate his cute, feminine ass with my very eager cock.
I had yet to even touch the entrance to his tight hole with a finger, and I had to muster every bit of strength and willpower to stop myself spurting cum all over him right there, as much as I wanted to do it. But no -- today I was going to explode not over Sam but inside him. Inside his actual body. Damn!
For once I felt no shame for people not knowing about me; the fact that my friends were out and about somewhere else, oblivious to what was going on, whilst I was about to fuck the boy they knew as Sam strangely turned me on all the more. I felt very dirty in the best way possible, breaking a forbidden rule without anybody knowing about it. Even to the authorities, doing this at our age was illegal, but the fact that we -wanted- to and couldn't care less was, for lack of a better word, hot.
Sam was silent and waiting for me to take action. In my left hand, I held the lube he had happily given me, like a subtle message saying "you can take my ass now" without actually saying it. With my free hand, I slowly moved it towards his lovely, pale bottom, and started caressing and groping at both cheeks. He moaned lightly into the bed covers as I did so, hugging a pillow that he had taken, I assumed, to grasp as the time came to push myself inside him.
"Look at this ass," I said, wondrously, "look at it. I've wanted it for so long, Sammy..."
A little moan of agreement came back at me.
"So long, and now I can finally take it," I continued, flipping the lid off the lube. I squirted a little onto both off his ass cheeks, then proceeded to massage them with my one free hand again. Soon his bottom was all wet, and began making my way towards the middle to what I really wanted. As I did, I added a little more lube to the tips of the finger belonging to the hand that was going to start off the process of my first fuck.
I lay the lube on the bed next to him and then, my heart now pounding, my legs weak, I pulled apart his butt cheeks gently using the fingers and thumb of my left hand, revealing Sam's tight, awaiting little ass hole. With the right, my lubed up middle finger made its way towards his entrance and I started probing at the hole softly.
Sam gasped, "ooh, Jacky... mmm it feels so sensitive... ooh god..."
"That ok, yeah?" I asked, my voice shaky, "feel alright?"
"Amazing... you can push... a little harder..."
I was happy to agree. I put a little more force behind my probing and the entrance of his hole gave in and in my finger went, slowly but surely.
"Oh, Jack!" Sam groaned, his grip tightening on the pillow. "Aah- aaaah-"
I pushed harder and soon my finger was halfway inside him. I felt him clench. "It's alright, babe," I said. "Relax... halfway there..." and with that he relaxed his muscles again.
Harder I pushed.
And the whole finger was in.
"I'm inside you now," I said, soothingly, "all the way in."
No coherent reply from Sam, only another moan, eager this time.
Now, it was time to really begin. I slowly started to withdraw my finger, and then pushed it the whole way back inside, quick this time and without hesitation. If I was going in there, then Sam sure had to get used to my finger.
"Yeah!" he suddenly exclaimed, "aah, Jacky!"
I repeated the movement. Out, then forcefully in.
"Jack, oh, Jacky! Yeah! Finger me! Finger my bum! Fuck!"
No problem, I thought. I picked up speed and was soon finger fucking him reasonably hard. He started to writhe about a bit on the bed, and I had to free his cheeks from my other hand so that I could wrap my arm around his skinny waist and keep him still. My finger remained inside him, the cheeks bouncing back together on it like a vice.
"Jacky!" he continued. "Jacky, oh it's good! Finger me, yeah! It feels so good!"
"You like that, Sam? Sammy, you like that? God, you're really tight!" I fired the dirty talk back at him.
"I love it, yeah!"
"Can't wait for my cock, can you?"
"Mmm!"
"It's gonna feel good, isn't it? Fucking hard inside you, babe."
"Mmm yeaaah!"
That was it. I had done enough fingering. I slowly removed my finger from him, which wasn't an easy task with his ass muscles clamping down on it, but his hole finally gave in and released me. I snatched the lube off the bed, now overcome by lust, and in my excitement nearly squirted half the tube over my hand. I think I managed about a quarter of it, at least. Then I began covering as much of my cock in it as I could.
"Don't look yet, Sammy," I barely whispered, "nearly ready for you."
"Ok, Jacky... ready when you are, babe..."
I began masturbating myself in lube for half a minute to make sure I covered all areas, making sure my dick head got the best lathering of it. I didn't take too long less I killed the moment. The eye of the storm passed and my heart hammered furiously in my chest as I moved towards Sam's beautiful ass once more.
"Sammy, I'm ready, okay?" at first I thought I heard the voice elsewhere, but it was of course me, halfway in between dream and reality.
He didn't say anything. But I knew he was ready enough. I looked at my beautiful boy bent over the bed, and everything in that moment was perfect about him, hair, back, ass and all. I spread his cheeks again with my left hand to uncover that tight hole again and positioned the head of my dick against it. I held it steady with my other hand, ready to enter Sam.
"Sam, look at me," I said. "I want to see you when I do it."
He turned his head as much as he could so I could at least see his face side-on. I didn't need to see the whole of it -- I wanted to see his reaction without me giving away the moment of penetrating him. That's why I had chosen him from behind. The surprise on his face when I pushed in would be perfect.
No time like the present. I pushed forward, hard enough to penetrate Sam's tight hole with my ready, throbbing cock. I saw, heard and felt so many things. Saw Sam's eyes and mouth widen in shock as I let myself inside him. Heard him moan uncontrollably as he took me in for the first time. Felt those relentless ass muscles clench in on the sensitive head of my dick. It was like nothing I had ever experienced.
I was inside Sam, but barely. Naturally, he panicked and I was nearly pushed out again. I wouldn't let that happen. "No, Sammy, relax. Stop tensing. Let me in, babe."
"Uhh, yeah... I ... I'm trying... it's ... thick..." he groaned. "Ahh, fuck! Ok, now! Push harder! TAKE ME! TAKE WHAT YOU WANT, JACKY! COME ON!"
As he sang those lovely words, "ok, now!" I obeyed his request and forced myself in. I say forced, but like before his ass gave in and I went past the point of no return. To this day, I still think; I penetrated Sam, but he did the rest himself. The hole practically ate my cock up. I was halfway in when Sam pushed himself hard against the bed and then his ass completely swallowed me up to the balls. With this sudden movement my hands released what was left of my cock and his ass cheeks simultaneously and I nearly fell backwards. That would've been painful. But I managed to keep my balance and held his waist for support as I began to move my cock in and out of him in the way that I had done in all my dreams, my wishes, my fantasies.
I went slowly at first, my eyes tight shut to begin with as I felt the sensations of that tight ass gripping me, as it accommodated my size. I made love to my boy and could hear him practically losing any grasp of incoherent speech as I did so.
"Aaaaah, god, Jacky... I... uhhh, uhhh, uhhh fuck! Fuck! Aaah damn. That's good, aaah!" I don't think he could have been quiet if he tried. I lent forward until we were practically cheek to cheek, and gave him a nip on the ear lobe. I started teasing him as I started to drive in and out of him a little harder, whispering all sorts into his ear.
"Liking this, aren't you?"
"Oooh, Jack!"
"God, I love fucking you. I've been waiting so long. You're so tight. I can feel your ass clenching my cock. I'm surprised I fit inside you, you tight boy."
"Aaah, yeah! Fuck you're big! I can hardly..."
"Handle it?" I breathed into his ear. "You'll handle it, Sammy. You were made for me."
I could feel myself getting closer to filling him up by the minute, but held back. Held back some more. I wanted this to last an eternity. In and out I went, slowly down then gradually speeding up and pounding harder into him, making my balls slap against the bottom of his ass. Such a distinct sound. Still holding him close with my right arm, I let my other hand wander down towards his cock which I found bouncing about from both the force of my thrusts and of course the way a cock normally reacts when you're getting fucked silly.
I eventually managed to grab Sam's dick and squeezed it gently. Then I slowly started moving my hand up and down that wonderful shaft, over a head wet with pre cum. Getting fucked and jerked off at the same time drove Sam crazy. He started bucking up against me aggressively, and I really didn't know how much longer I could hold back. Somewhere inside me cum was starting to bubble up and make its way towards the one exit it knew. We were now somewhere between the action of making love and fucking. It was perfect.
"Jacky! Jacky! Fuck me! Fuck my bum! Yeah, oh yeah, fuck! Hands all over my dick, keep it going, baby! Gonna fucking cum! So fucking goooood!" what a reaction from my lovely boy. Without further warning, I felt Sam's fresh, hot cum start to spurt uncontrollably all over my hand. I felt his insides move in and out against me as he did so, and that triggered my own orgasm. Stream after stream shot out of me and into Sam's ass, deep into his body. I don't know who the hell finished cumming first, but it seemed to last forever.
After I had filled him up with all the cum I had left to offer, I collapsed onto him and we both lay there on the bed, trying to catch our breath. I was still hard to enough to remain inside him, which was fine by me. The aroma of sweat, semen and lube were all mixed into one and anybody who had walked into the room with a sane mind would have known exactly what had been going on before they even glimpsed us.
I wrapped my arms around Sam's torso, my head resting on his back. Felt myself soften and fall out of him. We lay there for about a minute, just listening to the sounds of the world from outside the window. Cars rushing by, somebody mowing a lawn, the chime of the town clock tower striking twelve o'clock, a little girl laughing in a garden far away. It all seemed so simple in that moment and nothing could have taken it away from me. Even now, looking back, I would kill to relive that memory over and over again for sweet eternity.
Eventually, I lifted myself off him and stood up. He flinched like had lost a part of his own body and turned around to look at me. He got up and looked at me, and I was distraught to see that he had tears in his eyes. I pulled him close, embraced him.
"What's wrong?" I asked, "Sam?" He sobbed into my shoulder.
"Nothing," he said, through his tears. "I'm happy. I'm confused. I don't know how the hell we got here. How did this happen Jack?"
I looked straight ahead and there I saw our reflection in the mirror that sat upon Sam's wall. I saw two naked boys hugging one another, two boys apparently in love. And it was hard to believe that one of them was me.
I looked at my own face through a surface of glass and accepted what I saw there and then. Then came my honest reply to Sam. And I knew it to be honest because I said it not to Sam, but to a boy named Jack Harris looking straight back at me from the mirror's reflection.
"Don't worry," I said. "It happened because we made it happen. It wasn't by fate, I know that. And I'm happy with us. I'm happy to take it day by day and watch it all unravel before our eyes. I've got you and you better believe you have me. Nothing else matters."
Sam raised his head from my shoulder and looked me straight in the eyes and he saw the honestly that I felt. Then he said, "I love you, and..." then paused, averted his eyes and looked back into mine again, "... and I believe you."
This story is dedicated to a particular family member of mine, who finally found his way out. Due to obvious reasons, he will never know I wrote the story of Sam and Jack but who knows, maybe one day he'll come across it.
Well, what can I say? Thank you to all the avid readers and fans who I communicate with on a weekly basis, WHEREVER you may be. America, England, Japan, New Zealand. It doesn't matter. In fact, I didn't even speak to anybody from Japan. I picked those place names out of my head because location is a small part of the human race. Thank you for taking the time to read my story and for the support and praise you have given me throughout. You're awesome.
This is the Finale of "Wanting Sam" for now, as stated, but who knows? I may expand on it later on.
Maybe this is just the beginning of the end, my friends.
All my love
Kazz Jerome from The United Kingdom