Date: Sat, 15 Dec 2012 14:34:16 -0800 (PST)
From: xxxxxxxxxx <beardog2@yahoo.com>
Subject: me and Sam part 10

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Under the watchful eyes of Coach Perkins we shot the shit for the rest of
lunch, jumping from one subject to another with ease. Max mentioned that
the King Tut exhibit was currently showing at the Boston Museum of Fine
Arts and how cool it would be to go. We all agreed.

I wasn't sure how many of the guys really wanted to see it or were just
looking toward to the adventure of it. I for one truly wanted to see it. We
talked of how we could take the train in from the next town over and make a
day of it. We all agreed to check into it more and try to go the following
weekend, if the 'rents let us that is. Chris said that we could check out
passes at the town library to aquarium and most of the museums in Boston so
we would only have to pay 1/2 price to see Ole Tutty boy's treasure. We all
cracked up just as the bell let us know that lunch was over.

During lunch Todd didn't look over at us once that I managed to catch. The
three days detention plus whatever-else was said to him seemed to have done
the trick for now. I asked about his father kicking his ass and Jim told us
that Todd's father didn't punch him but he got a belt across his ass
instead. How humiliating, I thought to get a belt at his age, any age. Not
to mention the brutality of it.

My folks had never spanked or hit me. I always got "the talk" instead. I
was a good kid other than the fighting and rarely got into any other
serious trouble.

I couldn't seem to keep my hands off Sam and just had to make physical
contact with him every chance I got. Without others seeing that is. The
afternoon dragged on but my best class – science, was last so I could
afford to day dream about the night ahead of us. I kept thinking back to
the day in the meadow and what powerful feelings I got just from just
kissing Sam. I was boned up the entire class and could feel a small amount
of pre-cum in my briefs. Looking down at my black jeans there wasn't a
trace visible. Thank God for dark colors.

Some of the other boys who hadn't joined in giving Sam shit now were
nodding in the hallways to us. It seemed that once they saw that Todd had
been forced to ease up this last week it was safe once again to acknowledge
Sam. I had no use for kids like that and didn't return any nods or
smiles. If Sam wanted to I wasn't about to say anything about it. His soft
nature prevented him from holding any grudge but not me. I saw how they had
shunned him.

Chris had told me that the guys were mostly afraid of me.

They could see the build I had was much more defined than any of them. And
when I blew off any attempts at friendship they were shocked. What new kid
didn't want friends they thought? Rumors went around that I had just been
released from reform school for beating a kid into the hospital. A few of
the girls were gaga over me but I had no interest in even know which
ones. Finally after befriending Sam and intimidating Todd's group into
leaving him alone blew their minds. Now they wanted me to be their
friends. Fat fucking chance.

Up until now I had been OK being alone, sort of. Sam was kind of shy but
was friendly to everyone and it must have killed him to be treated like he
had been. Not that things were perfect now but were getting better.

Chris and Max had been on the receiving end of it also, just not as
much. They had frequently skipped lunch and went to the library as Sam sat
alone. They had asked him to join him but he refused each time. Nope. I
wouldn't piss on the rest of them if they were on fire.

I had four friends now and Jim just seemed to fit in even after the pain he
had caused Sam. Sam finally had to tell him rather forcefully that he
didn't have to worry about it and they were cool. During lunch I had asked
for his phone number so we could get together to study next week, I wanted
Sam all to myself this weekend and didn't plan on having him or anyone else
over as much as Sam. Never without Sam that's for sure. Not for any other
reason than I wanted Sam included in everything I did. If Sam couldn't be
there I didn't want anyone else. Well and maybe a little bit because I
found him hot and thought back to the mutual checking each other out in the
shower earlier; and the smile. It had felt like this weird kind of sexual
tension between us that I didn't quite understand. No, not at all.

I wondered if Sam had picked up on it. I wasn't about to ask him that's for
sure.

At last the final bell rang and Sam insisted we bring home nearly every
damn book I had been issued. Even the ones I hadn't any homework in. He
said we'd work on a little bit of everything to see where my weaknesses
lay. OK, I was cool with that and stopped bitching.

As we watched, Todd headed off to the detention room, I held my
tongue. Several teachers were within ear shot and I didn't want to be seen
as the instigator in anything to do with him.

Max walked with us to the bike rack and asked what else we had planned for
the weekend. I wanted Sam all to myself so told him I wasn't sure but
Sunday I had to do chores around the house. I was paid well, 20 bucks for a
few hours. I also helped out with whatever else needed doing. I'd been
saving for years and with Christmas and birthday money I had over 1,300 in
my savings account.

I purposely left out Saturday. My folks would occasionally decide to go
check out a new place or town and I'd had been recently been given the
choice whether to go or not. I was hoping they'd pick this Saturday to do
so.

Max said he'd give us a call later on as he walked over to grab his bus
ride home. I could hardly contain myself now we were finally alone. Last
night I couldn't fall sleep as I was thinking of Sam. I knew I loved him
and wasn't sure if he loved me as much. I'd go from feeling like I was on
top of the world to crying. Stupid, I know - but I was 13, nearly 14 and
dealing with new overwhelming feelings.

"I love you, Mike. More than you'll ever know."

Sam said in a low voice as he bent down to unlock our bikes.

I sobbed once, bit down on my inner lip, burst into silent tears. No one
was even close to us but I still didn't want to draw attention. I felt like
a dam had burst in my chest somewhere and I so wanted to hug him and cover
his face with kisses of relief.

I now really understood for the first time that our love was equally
shared.

Taking my upper arm, Sam asked; "Hey what's with the waterworks, buddy?'
Come on, hey it's alright. I'm sorry, I won't say it again. Really, I
promise."

Quickly swiping away the tears, I burst out laughing.

Christ! What a nut job. Crying one second and laughing the next. Now he
just looked up at me with that killer smile.

"No, no I love hearing you say it. I love you so much Sam. You're all I
think about when you're not with me. I feel empty and hollow when you're
not around. I was so worried that you didn't love me the way I love
you. Finally I got it thru my thick skull, just now, that you do. I'm
crying because I'm so fucking happy! Come on let's go." as I mounted my
bike.

"I feel the same when we're apart and I know how much you love me. I feel
it coming off you in waves. Just like the ocean." With that he climbed on
his bike and we once again hit the trail to my house.

I was terribly nervous but thought I had it all worked out.

Get studying out of the way. Eat supper. Work out for hour and a half -
while goofing off of course, followed by a quick shower together. I was
really thinking we could. My folks hardly ever came up stairs and
definitely wouldn't when they heard the shower running. I hoped Sam was
game. I would never try to talk him into doing something he didn't want to.

I would be happy with kissing and grinding, this time naked of course.

Mom was home and had sliced apples and granola yogurt waiting for us. She
greeted Sam warmly and thanked him for helping me out. Sam blushed and told
her he was happy to help out a friend. Not only that but he was very much
looking towards some boxing lessons.

Mom rolled her eyes; "I wished Tim had never started in teaching Mike to
box. It's caused more trouble than anything. Now he's passing on what got
him into so much trouble. Well I hope you can control your temper better
than he can."

"Mom" I groaned, "Sam don't need to hear all of that."

"I suspect you've already told him and if you haven't ..... it will give
you boys something to talk about", now she was smiling and she just knew I
had already told Sam about my past.

"Und ja he told me und afta zee vorkouts vee are going to try zum
psychoanalysis , und if zat faills vee vil lobotomize hims" Sam said in a
terrible Sigman Freud imitation.

We both cracked up and Mom told him that was the worst W.C.

Fields she had ever heard. That got us going even more. She said we could
work out first if we wanted, then shower before supper. Hit the books then
we could watch TV in my room, that way we wouldn't have to spend much time
with the old folks.

Thanking as I hugged her as I told her it was a great idea.

Grabbing our snack we headed out into the garage. While I munched I sat on
the weight bench and Sam grabbed the stool - I went over what I wanted us
to concentrate on.

I told him we were going to start on the punching bag after we warmed up by
skipping rope for 5 minutes. After we changed into shorts and t shirts we
found a pair of gloves that fit him and got on with it. I had Sam circle
the bag feeding it a right jab every two steps. Next circle the opposite
way with left jabs. Next cross punch, followed up with a 1 -2
combo. Finally I showed him how to deliver a combination of jabs, crosses
and hooks, touching briefly on the uppercut.

He was a quick learner and hadn't any of that awkward adolescence
clumsiness. He was surprising quick on both his feet and with his
hands. Within two weeks I knew we'd have a good little scrapper in our
group. I hoped together we'd make a formidable pair if it ever came down to
it. It did..... eventually.

Sam joined me in my routine of weight lifting, sit ups and pull ups until
we both had had enough. Sweating and panting, we heard my Dad's car pull
in. Sam had a look of worry on his face as I announced the obvious. Dad was
home.

"I'm nervous, Mike. What if he doesn't like me?"

He looked so damn hot with his shirt clinging to him and the way he was
biting his bottom lip I started popping my thousandth boner of the day.

Sticking his head in the door Dad said a quick `Hello' and asked us to
finish up so he could meet this Sam he had heard so much about.

"Dad", I groaned as he shut the door with a chuckle. Parents live to
embarrass their kids I swear.

"Just how much have they heard about me?", Sam was now grinning at my
embarrassment once again.

"Oh just about the time we spent in your room and the meadow." I grinned
back.

Sam made his eyes open wide and his mouth form an O with pretend shock. I
took his hand a led us to the corner. Out of sight, I wrapped my arms
around his waist and pulled him in tight. Sighing, he lowered his head to
my chest as I set my chin on top. I had started to shake when Sam's hands
found my butt cheeks, they jumped as he squeezed them lightly, my bone
finished by popping over my shorts. It felt so good to finally be able to
do what I had wanted to all day. My hands found their way under his shirt
and wasted no time roaming over his back and down his shorts to cup his
butt cheeks.

One hand left my butt and started scratching my scalp causing shivers to
match my shaking; I knew Sam had to feel them. After a minute or two at the
most not a word had been spoken. Just some quiet moans and gasps as we
discovered new areas to probe.

As soon as he looked up I lowered my lips to his and flicked my tongue
against his lips, begging entrance. It was granted. As before I felt the
electricity start to flow immediately - it started in my stomach and
traveled through me until I tingled from toes to scalp. My dick positively
throbbed with each heart beat and I had to push Sam away as he began a slow
grind.

"We gotta stop, I'm on the verge of shooting right now," I whispered. I so
wanted to go on but I knew Dad was waiting on us.

And the last thing I needed was him to find us like this. Separating and
hiding our boners under our t shirts, Sam agreed.

"Let's go meet your Dad, he better like me or I don't know what I'll do."
which was barely audible.

Taking his hand in mine (one of my favorite things to do) while looking
directly into those palest of blue eyes of his I let him know that Dad
would indeed like him. He had so much going for him and the traits I knew
my Dad admired.

Mom had been busy. The smell of roast beef filled the kitchen and Dad was
sitting at the table while drinking a Heineken. Rising to his feet as he
held out his hand to Sam, announcing his name, Tim Young.

Shaking hands Sam did the same - "Samael Wright sir. Nice to meet you." as
he pumped my Dad's hand twice.

" No need of the sir. Tim will do just fine. Samael, eh? Biblical isn't it?

As the hand shake ended Sam answered, "Yes, but my Mom just liked the way
it sounds. We aren't a very religious family but I do pray every night. I
was slightly embarrassed when I looked up its meaning but I like the sound
too."

"Phew," Mom said while waving the air in front of her face. "You guys hit
the shower and supper will ready when you're finished. Don't dawdle,
please."

Smiling, we took off for the stairs, which we climbed two at a time up to
my room. I had sure both doors were tightly shut behind us.

As soon as we reached my room I removed Sam's sweaty shirt for him. Holding
to it to my face I inhaled deeply.

My dick had already started growing as Sam giggled - "Pheromones are a big
part of human sexuality you know. Sort of like a dog in heat type thing."

"Are you saying you're my bitch in heat?'  "I'm definitely yours and very
much in heat, as far as the bitch part....well I'm not on the rag so I
think you're safe there."

Giggling, we fell onto my bed, me on top of him. I wiggled a bit so he
could get my t shirt off. My body was positively vibrating as our lips met
and his hands found my scalp and started scratching lightly. I was propped
up with an elbow on each side of him but managed to run my hands partially
thru that silky smooth head of hair. This time he probed my lips with his
tongue and found its way in. I offered very little resistance, none at all
really. I felt Sam's dick as it quickly grew beneath my stomach, becoming
centered in his gym shorts.

Perhaps after 5 minutes we heard the door at the bottom of the stairs
opening. My Mom stated that she didn't hear the water running yet. I told
her Sam just heading into the shower now. Shutting the door, she urged us
to hurry as the rolls were already in the oven.

We had leaped up upon hearing the door and my bone was already deflating.

"Can I watch you strip? Please? The locker room wasn't nearly enough," he
asked in husky whisper.

"Of course, Sammy. Anything you want from me is yours.

Anything!"

Sam sat back on the bed and I stood in front of him as I dropped my shorts
slowly in a teasing way. I had kicked off mysneakers when we had entered so
I was now down to briefs and socks. As I hooked my thumbs into the briefs
sides, I noticed Sam's dick sticking straight up thru the opening, its tip
was shiny with wetness. His eyes had a glazed look and his breath was
coming in a shallow quick way.

Ripping them straight down, my pecker slapped back up hard against my
belly.

That broke Sam's trance. Some pre cum had flown off and landed on the
rug. I placed both hands on my hips and nervously asked want he thought.

"Oh my God. You're awesome! Totally awesome!"

Blushing as I pulled him from the bed, I asked if I could join him in the
shower.

Are you sure it's OK? What if your folks decide to come up?"

"They won't come up. They never have once the shower is on. If they do I'll
explain that we already showered together after gym."

Giggling, he said that that wasn't the same and I knew it.

"Believe me Sam , it will be OK."

Dropping what little clothes he still had on, we showered.

Sam told me my dick "Looked way cool" and wished he still had his
foreskin. That pleased me to no end. I didn't care now what others thought
about it , Sam liked it and that's all that mattered to me. We were both
totally hard and I was dripping like a faucet. As we soaped each other up
and washed one another's hair there was plenty mutual cock stroking and I
had to pull his hand away several times. I wanted to save that part of it
until we were snuggled up in my bed.

We dried each other off in my room and never got soft as we each tossed on
fresh clothes. I wanted to pull on my sweat pants but that wasn't allowed
at the table. I was starving as usual and stampeded down toward those
delicious smells that were wafting up.

My Mom's roast dinner was righteous. Garden salad served first followed up
by roast beef with mushroom gravy, garlic smashed potatoes, fresh peas
mixed with pearl onions, country rolls with butter. Last but not least
strawberry shortcake; all fresh , nothing canned or frozen except the
whipped cream.

Sam dug right in and apparently wasn't shy at all. Between mouthfuls he
answered all the questions my folks tossed his way. I knew my parents would
never ask about the accident that took his family from him. Sam brought it
up himself and filled in a few questions that I had wondered about. He left
out the trust fund because he found the subject of money awkward.

Desert and the interrogation finished we said goodnight and headed to my
room to crack the books. I knew Sam had made a friend of both my folks and
I was thrilled! I watched as Sam's oh so cute ass went up the stairs.


Thanks Adi, your the best !

To Be continued.


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