Date: Tue, 3 Dec 2013 05:00:01 -0500
From: Kellen Wise <kfwn1fty@gmail.com>
Subject: Sam & Carter, part 1

Disclaimer: This story contains explicit homosexual situations regarding
teens. If this is illegal in your area, or offends you, please do not
continue. All of the characters are purely fictional; any resemblance to
real people or other fictional characters is coincidental. This is my first
Nifty submission, hope you enjoy.

SAM & CARTER (PART 1)

By K Wise
Copyright © 2013



	"So, is it a plan or what?" Sam stopped suddenly and looked at me
expectantly.

	"Um... I-I guess so. Remind me of all the details again?" I had no
idea what he'd been saying, I'd just been saying "yeah" to everything he
said. I was lost in my own world.

	Sam just laughed, and asked, jokingly, "Were you even listening?"

	"Kinda... not really," I replied, dropping my head in a bit of
mock-shame.

	"Okay, basically I'm just sayin' that I'll come over around 6 or
so, after I shoot some hoops with Kev," Sam said. "And then you and I can
watch a movie or something." Sam smiled as he said "movie," his lime-green
eyes meeting mine for a moment.

	"What movie?" I asked.

	"Oh, I'm sure I'll find something," Sam said, again smiling as he
put emphasis on "something." I just gave him a look, and turned to walk
towards the school's front door, throwing a wave over my head and shouting
"Kay!" over the din of people leaving school.

	"See ya at 6!" I heard Sam shout back. I could picture him turning
and going out the side door of our school, Winters Mill High, to the
student parking lot, where he'd jump in his big red pickup and go to his
neighbor Kevin's house. He'd make it there in less than five minutes, as he
lived close to the school. I did too, but my bus dropped me off on the
return trip– an hour after school ended. So needless to say, I jammed my
hand in my pocket, pulled out my mp3-player, and popped in my earbuds. I
decided to listen to listen to Ke$ha, since I was in the mood for something
with a good beat.

	After about half an hour, I had run out of Ke$ha songs. I was in a
sexy-music sort of mood, so I put on some other, more explicit songs I
had. After a while I was a little aroused.

	We had turned around about fifteen minutes ago, so I still had
about fifteen minutes till I got home. I was at the back of the bus, where
the few other seniors sat, and only a few ninth graders were left up at the
front. The vibration of the bus ride, paired with the friction of my jeans
due to all the bumps (which are many here in rural Maryland), was making me
rigid. I gave the bus driver a glance, but the middle-aged guy was intent
on the road. We weren't a rowdy group, so he never really paid us any
attention. I scooted over towards the window, trading places with my
backpack. Even though I was still debating it in my head, I had already
decided at the very least, I couldn't ignore my hardness. I placed my right
hand against my jeans, and began to rub against my firmness. It made my
cock throb, which only made me want more. I took a deep breath and slouched
very low in the seat, so my knees slid up the back of the seat in front of
me. I unzipped my jeans slowly, as if everyone on the bus would hear me if
I were too loud. My hands shook with a mix of excitement, and fear of being
caught, as I pulled out my rock-hard 6 inches. I slowly grasped my aching
cock and moved my hand up and down, sliding the skin along the shaft. After
a few moments, I quit delaying and spit in my right hand. I paused just a
second to savor what I was really about to do, and then I went for it. I
slid my hand up and down my cock, swirling it at the top to lube all the
way around. I threw my head back hard against the seat, my eyes closed and
my mouth falling open as I jerked quickly, the risk of the whole thing
making the pleasure so much greater.

	Out of nowhere, the memory of the time Sam and I went camping
together came rushing into my head.



It was late, and we had just gotten back from a night-hike. I paused
outside the tent to pee, and when I stepped through the still-open door, I
stopped dead in my tracks. There was Sam, already shirtless, pulling down
his pants and boxers together.

	"Oh, I thought you'd be out there a minute," he said, stepping out
of his pants. "Oh, well," he said, laughing. I just stood awed into
silence, my eyes drinking in his whole body. I'd seen him shirtless, and
knew he had a tanned, athletic body. But I could see now that he had no tan
line. And also that he was somewhat hard. Below a thick, curly patch of
black hair (which contrasted his short, blonde, spiky hairdo), his dick
hung three or four inches, hanging down at an angle, swinging as he stepped
over to his bag and pulled out a pair of boxers.

	"Those boxers were pretty dank from that hike; it was so humid!" He
said, facing me as he pulled on the clean boxers, his dick seeming to stand
up straighter. "I don't wanna make the whole tent reek, so I'm gonna put
`em outside," he said, picking up his old pair and walking by me to go
outside.

	"Huh," I managed to say intelligently. He returned to the tent, and
placed his hand on my shoulder. He put his mouth right up to my ear and
whispered "You ready for bed?"

	"Uh... y-yeah," I stammered. My heart was finding its way to my
throat as my stomach seemed to fall right out of me.

	"Well," he said, stepping over to his sleeping bag, "You should
change too, then." He stood over his sleeping bag, and watched me
expectantly. I slowly took off my shirt and put it my bag. I paused for a
moment, not sure what to do next.

	"You should go ahead and change your boxers too; that was quite a
hike," Sam said. I swore I saw his eyes dart to my crotch for a moment as
he said that. I slowly unbuttoned my shorts, and unzipped them. Sam
continued to stare, his bright green eyes fixed on my quivering hands.

	I slid my shorts and boxers down together, and my semi-hard cock
flopped out, continuing to harden. I quickly ran outside to put my boxers
with his, and grabbed a new pair from my bag. I pulled them on as fast as I
could, but my cock was already hard. I looked up to see Sam was still
staring at my crotch. He blinked, then looked me in the eyes and grinned a
moment.

	"Ready for bed?" he asked again.



My left hand had worked its way into my boxers, all the way to my hole. I
slowly worked the tip of my middle finger inside. I pictured Sam again, his
naked figure and semi-hard cock. Sam was my best friend, but that image was
engraved in my mind, and it turned me on so much! I imagined us sharing a
sleeping bag. His warm body lying against mine. His firmness pressing into
me.

	I let out a sound that combined a grunt and a sigh, a sort of
"Gunhh!" as I came hard, shooting streams of cum up past the top of the
seat that then splattered my shirt. I watched breathlessly as a few shots
came just past my fist, and then just oozed out of my spent, throbbing
cock. For a few moments, I just heaved in and out, recovering from my
orgasm. Once I came back down to Earth, I quickly slid my left hand out of
my boxers and stuffed my deflating cock back in. I tried to scoop the cum
off of my shirt, but only succeeded in smearing it into my shirt more. I
zipped up my jeans and tried to think of what I could do about my shirt
when the bus began to slow down. I looked out the window to see my driveway
coming up as the next stop.