Date: Tue, 1 May 2012 21:10:09 +0100
From: Kazz Jerome <kazztheanonman@gmail.com>
Subject: Wanting Sam - Chapter 6 (Gay Male, Highschool)

Wanting Sam - Part 6
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The new-found sexual adventures between Sam and I continued throughout the
school week. Satisfied with our double jacking off sessions, we refrained
from doing anything further than that and there was no mention of trying
anything else in the meanwhile from either of us. We were happy enough to
come back to my house, spill our cum over one another, then lie together,
drying off, until Sam's leaving.

     This was our secret life; there was no way in hell that such a thing
could be revealed to our parents or peers at this moment in time. The end
of the week, however, must have been waiting to curse me the entire time -
as this was the day where we were nearly busted.

     Sam and I were both on our way to the last class of the day and were
running late; therefore the corridors were pretty much deserted. All I
could think of, as I walked next to my lover, was grabbing him right there
and the and pushing my tongue down his throat. The image in itself was
enough for me to actually act on this. I heard myself say, "Sam..." and I
saw him turn his head and smile at me with those baby blue eyes.

     That was it. I gently took both his hands, walked him back against the
corridor wall, then held the back of his head and kissed him hard on the
mouth. He said nothing, just gazed at me with that angelic expression of
his. He gave me an innocent peck on the cheek and sounded that girly giggle
again. Then, just as I was about to elaborate on my first kiss, I heard a
deep, menacing voice from a little up the corridor from us -

     "What the fuck are you doing?"

     Oh, shit.

     I immediately let go of Sam and slowly turned my head towards the
source of the voice. There stood a boy, a student a couple of years above
us, under the name of Jamie White. Your classic run-of-the-mill shithead.
By most people's standards, he was a "bully", but only to those who didn't
stand their ground and look him in the eye. Shaven head, ear piercing,
breath that stunk of cigarette smoke. All the classic traits of a fake hard
man.

     I could not be fucked to take his shit.

     "Jamie," I said, casually, as if greeting him in normal circumstances.
"Something up?"

     "Were you two just kissing, yeah?" this came out more as a statement
than a question. "You fucking gay, like?"

     "No," I answered, abruptly, hardly letting him finish his sentence.
"We were joking around."

     "Didn't fucking look like that, isn't it! You fucking gay boys, like?
You fucking sucking cocks and that?" Jamie's nearly incoherent retort was
accompanied by an unusual gesture of the arms that looked like he genuinely
thought he might be able to fly if he tried hard enough.

     "Don't know what you're talking about," I replied, again very
casually. Even if Jamie was a bit stupid, if he even started the rumor that
Sam and Jack in Year 9 were gay, there were still plenty of people who
would like to use this information, real or not in their minds, as a way to
taunt Sam, considering his delicate features. The majority of people
wouldn't bother me, but I couldn't let Sam end up on the shit side of the
stick.

     "I could fucking tell the boys and all, funny that'd be, like.
Everyone would know you're faggots, like." How many times did he have to
say "like" in a bloody sentence?

     "Jamie, we were joking around," I repeated. "Don't take everything you
see to heart." He looked dumbfounded at the latter statement. A little too
complex a phrase for his version of the English language. "I don't go
spreading rumors to your old man or your family about you smoking weed, do
I? Or that white powder you-"

     "ALRIGHT, FUCKING 'ELL! CALM DOWN!" he screamed. Yes, he actually
screamed. "I was just joking, like. Fuck, people can't take a joke!"

     With that, he stormed past us, giving Sam a bitter look, and made his
way down the corridor. Probably not to class. I turned to Sam.

     "Maybe that wasn't such a good idea," I said.

     "What, the kissing or annoying Jamie?" he replied.

     "Ah, doesn't really matter - he wont say a thing," I reassured him.
And, with that, we made our way to class. This time, I made sure to control
my urges and kept my eyes dead ahead.


                               * * *

Not less than a couple of hours later, Sam and I once again found ourselves
in the sanctuary that was my room, our school uniforms and underwear a
messy pile on the floor. We stood naked in front of the mirror, Sam in
front of me, my throbbing cock pushed hard against his ass. He rubbed his
backside slowly and teasingly against me as I lovingly held him close and
caressed his cock and balls with both of my hands. Standing in front of the
mirror was Sam's idea - watching ourselves was apparently a sexy thing to
do. I didn't really care for it, but it was making Sam happy.

     The curtains were closed but a ray of golden sunlight still managed to
seep through the small gap into the room and it only made this moment
between Sam and I more magical than I could ever have imagined it. Sam
leant back his head back onto my shoulder and whispered, "thanks for
standing up and taking that crap off Jamie today. I didn't know what to do."

     "I kinda caused the situation, anyway," I replied, "I just had to have
you there and then."

     "Well now you've got me."

     "Sam..." I began, then stopped awkwardly.

     "...What? Go on," he urged.

     "I want you. I mean, really want you. I want to um, take you, you
know?"

     "Yes, I can tell," he said simply. "But, not today, Jacky. It doesn't
feel like the right time..."

     Like a girl, he spoke about his anal virginity as if it was the most
precious thing in the world. I just wanted to ravage him right there and
then, but I of course understood his wishes.

     "...however," he continued, "I think I can do something else you might
enjoy."

     "Annnnd what would that be?"

     The silence of Sam invaded the room. He pulled away from me, turned
around, and pecked me on the lips.

     "I hope that's not all," I chucked nervously, hoping that it wasn't!

     Luckily for me, it wasn't. Gradually, Sam lowered himself to the floor
until he was on both knees in front of me, as if praying before a statue.
Then, he took a hold of my impatient, throbbing dick and looked innocently
up at me. Oh, sweet, sweet Jesus.

     His head came forward and into his mouth I went. I groaned
uncontrollably and took hold a tuft of Sam's smooth, black hair as a crutch
for the pleasure I was about to experience. Back and forth he went, gentle,
careful. I felt my foreskin pull pack inch by little inch until the head of
my dick was exposed. Sam's tongue explored me and I nearly went crazy with
ecstasy. I let out a mixture of mostly coherent words.

     "Oh, Sam, suck me! Sammy! Oh my god my cock is in your mouth, oh Sam,
Sam, oh my god it's so good, my dick... Ughhh, Sammy, oooh Sam!"

     My dirty talking only encouraged him to increase the speed at which he
blew me. Back and forth, to and fro. Every time his lips moved over the tip
of my cock, which was now my primary sense, I gasped loudly. It was too
much. This had to be Heaven.

     "You like Jack's cock? You like sucking me?" I said through gritted
teeth.

     "Mmmmm," Sam managed.

     "Oh FUCK! Fucking right! Sammy, will you swallow for me?"

     "Mmmmm", I heard once more. Sounded like a yes!

     "Oh my god, I'm gonna - yeah, Sam, I'm near - it's gonna be a lot, Sam
oh god oh god oh god -"

     I squeezed my eyes shut less I passed out. Sharp spasms shot through
my lower region and out my semen came and into Sam's mouth it went. It was
quick and fast. I could feel Sam's eager tongue lap it all up, could feel
him swallowing it all down. In a moment of aggressive lust I controlled his
head movement myself, pulling him back and forth and moaning, "yeah that's
it, Sammy. Swallow Jack's cum. Yeah take it all down. Oooooh, man..."

     Finally, he released me. I held down my hand and pulled him up.
Looking him directly in the eyes, I simply stated, "Sam, you're amazing."

     "I know," he giggled. Still holding his hand, I led him over to the
bed. I lay on my back and I held my arms open so that he could cuddle up
next to me. I pulled him into me tight and said, "what about your turn?"

     "I think you tasted me already, in Science, remember?" he said,
naughtily. "Besides, I'm worn out after taking that in mouth," he gestured
with his eyes to my crotch. "I feel as if I can open my jaw a little wider
than normal now."

     I laughed. With his denial of any further sexual activity at this
point in time, I simply held Sam close and rubbed his back softly.
As subtly as possible, I moved my hand to his lovely, tight ass, but subtle
as I was, this still evoked a reaction from him.

     "Yes, yes, I know," he said softly. "Soon, Jack. Very soon."



As I always say, thanks for the ongoing feedback from all the fans that
email me. I will always
make the effort to personally reply to you and really appreciate the
ongoing opinions and enjoy
hearing the story being compared to your past or present relationships.

Hope all is well.

Kazz