Date: Mon, 2 Apr 2012 13:04:11 +0100
From: Kazz Jerome <kazztheanonman@gmail.com>
Subject: Wanting Sam - Chapter 3 - (Gay Male, Highschool)

			   Wanting Sam - Part 3
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It's a strange thing, sexuality. You can try and define it as much as you
like, but your own sexuality only really hits home when it comes to what
other people say, or point out. At least, it did with me.

That same evening after my first real sexual encounter with Sam, I sat at
the dinner table with my Mother and Father and reflected silently on what
had happened between us. After making a bit of a mess in my pants, I had
jumped into the shower as soon as Sam had left, cleansed myself and felt as
pure as a blue sky. But as pure as I felt, there was still this small voice
in the back of my head, a shameful voice repeating the same thing over and
over.

Nobody knows. In the closet. Nobody knows. In the closet. Oh God, we shall
never truly be free as humans in our sexuality, or lives, for the that
matter, without some sort of horrible shame or guilt creeping up on us.

Shitty human race. Shitty opinions. Shitty -

"So, how was school then?" my thoughts were interrupted by my Mother's
voice. She was a kind, caring lady and had brought me up the way that any
Mother should, but could I reveal who I really was to even her?
"Mmm," I mumbled, in the middle of swallowing a pork chop. "Yeah, not bad,
Mum. Same old, you know."

"Crap, then, I assume?" she proposed.

I nearly coughed up my pork chop. "Jeez, Mum, you always blame me for
cursing! Can I say crap in front of you now, then?"

"No!" she said, smiling, "I was just using it as an example to show how
well I know you."

Yeah, right. Yes, school was generally crap - she was right there. But
there were some things that she would never know until the time was right.

"I loved school when I was your age," my Dad cut in. "I was there on time,
every day. Couldn't wait!"

Now it was my Mum's turn to laugh. "Yeah right, Michael," she said. "The
only lessons you attended were down the woods with the girls!"

"Don't know what you mean, Jane!" my Dad said, sarcastically and innocently
enough to make me grin. "What about you, then, boy? Been chasing the girls
up there yet?"

This particular questions nearly made me regurgitate half of my plate.

"Uhh, you know," I replied awkwardly. "Yeah, maybe got my eye on some."

"What about that Becky that I hear the boys go on about?" Mum asked.

"What's she like?"

My Dad snorted. "Becky Williams!? Her Mother was the biggest scarlet woman
in town, Jane. Stay away from her, boy!"

Ok, that was more than enough. This dinner conversation was over as far as
I was concerned. "I'll take that into account, Dad," I said. "Anyway, I've
had enough to eat, here. Thanks, guys."

"No problem, love," my Mother smiled.

With that, I pushed back my chair, got up, and exited the room hastily.

                               *  *  *
I didn't do anything special that evening and followed my regular routine
(that I would guess most other teenagers would be following like some sort
of strict ritual for adolescents). I opened up my laptop and checked out my
Facebook profile. I wasn't big on Facebook but liked to see what my friends
were up to. Oscar Jenkins and Becky Williams were now friends. Oh Christ,
Oscar, you dirt bag! Not that I could say much less for myself. Oscar's two
other best mates (whom I have mentioned before, Jimmy and Owain) were
playing on that stupid Farmville bullshit. Now, then, Sam...

Sam, like me, didn't indulge too much in the whole Facebook thing. He
updated his Status if there was really something interesting going on. And
by something interesting going on, it would really have to be big.

Life-defining sort of thing, like a new baby born in the family or breaking
news of a world disaster. Was what happened tonight classed as interesting
in Sam's opinion? Well, there was only one way to find out!
I opened up his main Profile page and saw that there was actually a status
update! Holy shit, Sam. It read,"Samuel White is in a good mood for many
reasons, mainly it being Friday! Woo!"

Ha. Very subtle, Sam. Many reasons indeed.

I noticed his Photo Gallery at the top of the page and averted my eyes. I
didn't really like looking at people's photos - seemed too personal and an
invasion of privacy. I couldn't understand why people put them up there.

But Samuel was my "best friend", if I could still define him as such, so
surely there would be no harm done if I had a glance.

I visited his main gallery and saw "Beach, Summer 2011". Hmm. I clicked
through the photos and quickly skipped the ones of his sister Samantha, a
year older than Sam, and who was a bit of a poser on the side. I know that
she took Oscar's attention, (the dog!), but I wont go into the crude things
that he had about her. Enough to make anybody cringe. Oscar the sex pest.

Oh well, we all loved him.

Finally, I came across a photo of Sam, lying face down on a towel with that
cute little butt hidden only by those bathers he wore. I felt my cock come
alive and I reached down into my pants to grab it. Christ, sometimes it was
like trying to tame a wild animal. It was time to release. After what had
happened tonight, I didn't feel at all awkward knowing that I was about to
jerk off over this photo. I had more right than anybody else to do so.

I glanced at the clock. 11:30. Mum and Dad would've retired to bed by now.

I pulled my jeans and pants all the way down to my ankles and watched my
throbbing dick stand proudly to attention. Time to put him down.

I grasped onto myself tightly and stared lustfully at the photo of Sam in
front of me. My hand began its familiar up and down motion with my mind
almost oblivious to what I was doing. All I knew was that I was
masturbating over a boy I considered to be the sexiest in the world and
that I wouldn't stop until I made a dirty, sticky mess of myself again.

"Oh fuck, yeah," I whispered to myself, "oh God, Sam, why are you so
fucking hot?" As I continued, my mind became awash with my own personal
images. I saw myself walking out of the sea with Sam, and lying next to
each other on the sand. I saw us kissing and my hand reaching down the back
of his bathers. His bum was all wet and that normal temptation of pushing
him down into the sand and ravaging him there and then was overwhelming.

I saw him smiling at me, his eyes aglow and his hands ready to explore. I
felt his soft hand wrap around me, squeeze me. And as he did so, I snapped
back to reality and squeezed my eyes shut tightly as a strong orgasm ripped
into me. I came hard and shot warm, thick streams of cum all over my hand.

I lay back, respiring heavily, and wished.

Wished for my masturbating days to be over and for Samuel White to take
care of me himself.

Little did I know, that day was soon to come.