Date: Wed, 27 Apr 2005 02:34:53 +0200
From: Zack McNaught <bwriterb@hotmail.com>
Subject: Sam and Jamie part 4

Disclaimer - part four of Sam and Jamie continues in the same vein as parts
1 to 3. In other words, if you're offended by the concept of young boys
falling in love and taking those feelings to their natural physical
conclusion, then I wouldn't read on if I were you. This story contains
graphic descriptions of sex between two young boys, who seemed to both enjoy
it immensely. This never happened, by the way. It simply doesn't in real
life. That's why fantasies are so bloody good.

Let me know if you love/hate where the story's going - bwriterb@hotmail.com.
Love y'all,
Zack


Sam and Jamie Part 4

September brought with it a return to school, and because he was old enough
now, Sam would be coming to the same school as I went to. Because we lived
in the countryside, a bus had to come around and pick everyone up in the
morning – it was a good few miles to the school, and we would have had to be
up before dawn to make it on foot. Chatting on the bus to people from lower
years than your own was usually considered ok, but it would have been social
suicide to be seen with a younger boy once we'd passed through the school
gates, so I had a tough choice to make. I found it hard to spend time away
from Sam, and it would be even harder now that school had started, since
most of the daytime would be spent in lessons. But on the other hand, I
didn't want to lose my friends either, and knew that if I spent too much
time hanging around Sam, they'd quickly go off me.
Luckily, we managed to forge a compromise. Obviously during lessons it
wasn't a problem, and morning break time hardly had any structure, so I
could sneak off and see Sam without anyone really noticing I was gone. It
was lunchtime where we had to be clever, and we found the perfect disguise.
There used to be huge games of football taking place every lunchtime, and
the sides were rather fluid. Boys from several years tended to play,
drifting in and out when they weren't occupied with other kinds of play, and
so it wasn't unusual to be seen chatting to Sam when games were being
played. That allowed us the freedom to spend some time together at
lunchtimes, and we took advantage of it whenever we could.
Of course, the playing fields weren't the only place Sam and I got together.
At one end of the school building, near the headmaster's office, was a boy's
toilet that was rarely used, probably because of its location. We would
sneak in there one at a time and meet up in the stalls. There were two
stalls with little holes carved between them so you could peep through and
see your neighbours, and one hole so you could even see people's dicks as
they peed at the urinals. Of course, with the place being so underused, we
rarely got the chance to peek at anyone else. We'd probably have been too
tied up with each other to look, to be honest. As soon as we were secure in
one of the stalls, we would be hugging, grinding hips and boners together,
and kissing softly. Sam was always really horny before our first orgasms of
the day, and would have his hands all over my backside, rubbing and
squeezing as we kissed. There was typically a pattern, too – Sam really did
like to get fucked, and I loved to have my slightly fatter dick up his bum,
but first he would demand that I lick his hole a bit to loosen him up. It
wasn't my favourite of all the things we did, but the reaction it brought
from Sam made it worthwhile every time. He would gasp, and clench his cheeks
around my face over and over again as my tongue lapped at his hole. It
usually didn't take too much to loosen him up, and then it was time to find
the lubricant one or other of us would have in their blazer pocket and stick
a bit up his arse and some on my dick. I always took it slowly, revelling in
the feeling of Sam's arsehole pulling the foreskin back off the head of my
dick. I loved that moment when my pubic hairs, all five or six of them,
would finally crush against his smooth, white arse cheeks, and I would hold
it there for a moment, looking down between us at the union of our bodies.
Of course, fucking Sam would have been pointless without a little bit of
thrusting, so that started fairly soon afterwards. I always came fucking
Sam, and most of the time, though he would have to wank himself a bit, he
would come too. He told me often how much he enjoyed the feeling of my
strong little spurts firing into his arse, and since we typically got
together to fuck in the morning break, he would take my semen with him to
his lessons for the rest of the day. If we got together at lunchtime, he
would always squeeze a little out and let me use it as lube to fuck him
again ,which was, and still is, the most erotic thing a lover has ever done
for me.
The one time we got caught fucking was the most memorable, for all the wrong
reasons. We'd been in the toilets about five minutes and I was just sliding
into Sam's arse when we heard the toilet door bang open. This had happened
before, a few times, and we always just calmly stood still, waiting for
whoever it was to finish their business and leave. It wasn't really that
easy to tell that there were two boys in a stall unless you happened to be
bending down looking under the door, so we didn't really think it was likely
that we would get caught. On this occasion, the boy came into the stall next
to ours and shut the door. That had only happened once before, and always
got our hearts racing, since the peephole between the stalls was right at
eye height when you sat down. If the person on the other side looked
through, we would definitely have been seen. My dick was balls-deep in Sam's
arse, and that would have been very visible from the other side of the wall.
My heart sank when I heard a gasp from the other stall. I knew for certain
that we'd been spotted, which could only mean trouble. A few seconds later,
a head appeared over the top of the stall. It was an old boy, about fifteen
or sixteen. In my fear, my dick had gone soft and I'd fallen out of Sam. We
both covered our privates and cowered against the far wall. The boy was
older then us, probably fifteen or sixteen, which immediately made him our
superior. I was scared shitless, because if this boy let the school know
about us, our lives would be over. I didn't mind admitting to myself that I
was probably a gay, but admitting it to everyone else would have made
staying at the school impossible. We would have been beaten up every day if
people found out, and it was that realisation which led to Sam and I halting
our activities at school.
This day, though, was to be lucky for us in one sense. The boy smiled down
at us. There wasn't a leer, or an evil grin, or a scowl, he just smiled, a
warm, friendly smile.
`I know what you're thinking. I'm going to tell everyone, right?'
He was talking to me, obviously thinking that I was the lead partner in the
relationship since my dick had been up Sam's arse. I just nodded.
`I'll tell you what: I could do that, or we could come to an arrangement.'
`What do you want to do?' I asked softly.
`How about you let me fuck your boyfriend there and I'll forget I ever saw
you.'
I was shocked. I mean, I knew Sam and I were a bit odd and liked each other
that way, but a cool older boy? He seemed genuine, though, and we really
didn't want to get caught. I looked at Sam. There was a little fear in his
eyes, but he just shrugged his shoulders resignedly and nodded to me.
`Ok, but you have to promise not to tell anyone,' I said to the boy.
I saw him grin once more, before his head disappeared and we heard the sound
of his shoes hitting the floor as he jumped down off the toilet. His stall
door opened, and I realised that I would have to open ours. We squeezed to
the side, trying to get far enough out of the way of the door to let the boy
in. It was tight in there with three people, but I found the situation oddly
erotic. We didn't have any time to waste, and the boy dropped his trousers
immediately, pushing his pants down with them. He was already hard, and it
was the biggest dick either Sam or I had ever seen. It must have been a good
six inches long, with the foreskin stretched back over the head. There was a
good patch of dark pubic hair at its base, though the rest of him wasn't all
that hairy. Sam was a little worried about the size of the boys dick, but
didn't really have a chance to complain as his hips were grabbed and he was
spun round to face the back of the door. I didn't want him to get hurt, so I
made sure the boy lubed himself up before he tried to get in.
We were lucky. Sam was lucky, I should say. I had expected the sex to be
rough, but as it turned out the boy was really quite gentle, easing himself
very carefully into Sam's arsehole. He stopped about half way in and started
making little thrusts. Sam whimpered once or twice, and I could see him
screwing his eyes shut in pain at first, but the boy's technique soon began
to loosen him up, and the thrusts became deeper, eventually bottoming out.
Sam was taking six inches of teenage boy dick and seemed ok with it, which
eased my concerns somewhat. I knew exactly how tight Sam's arsehole was from
fucking it myself, and knew that the older boy couldn't last very long at
the pace he was going. Sure enough, after only a couple of minutes of proper
fucking, he groaned and thrust hard one last time, shooting deep inside Sam,
who was wanking himself furiously in hope of getting off, which he just
succeeded in doing as the boy softened and starting falling out. Sam's hole
was far too loose now to hold anything in, and the semen came flooding out,
dripping off his cheeks and falling to the floor with loud splats. I quickly
grabbed some toilet paper and wiped him up while the older boy pulled his
pants up and zipped up. He left as quickly as he could get past us, looking
guilty now, though he did stop to thank Sam and kiss him quickly on the
forehead. Sam smiled weakly, though it was obvious he was in pain. I made
sure he was clean, and could see his hole closing up again slowly. When
Sam's pants and trousers were back on, I grabbed him in a fierce hug and
told him over and over how sorry I was. He just hugged back and cried softly
into my shoulder. It was bad, but it could have been much, much worse.
That curtailed our activities at school. Sam claimed he was keen to carry
on, but though I loved my daily sex, it wasn't worth the possibility of
getting caught again. We restricted our activities to our favourite caravan
when we could get there, and to my room when we couldn't. I think my brother
was beginning to suspect something, but to his credit he didn't say
anything, didn't make life difficult for us. He could have done, but I think
he realised it wouldn't achieve anything. Sam stayed over at least once a
week now. I never went to his house, his parents were rarely around, both
working shifts, and we weren't allowed to be in the house together without
them there. I loved to wake up in the morning with Sam spooned in behind me,
slowly rubbing his dick up and down my crack. It was this time of day, on
Saturday and Sundays mornings, when Sam would fuck me, taking his time,
slowly lubing me up and entering, without fingering me first. It didn't
sting, he took it that slowly, and his dick wasn't much bigger than a finger
anyway. When we had sex this way, we really were making love. It was slow,
languorous, perfect in every way. I could feel every single aspect of his
nail-hard dick, the veins, the ridge of the head, the point where his
scrotum met the skin at the base of his shaft, all of them rubbing slowly
backwards and forwards through the sensitive ring of my arse. The build-up
was excruciating, but going over the edge was beyond compare. Sam would go
slow for half an hour or more, steadily working me up until I couldn't take
it any more. He couldn't stand the tension either, and would start pumping
faster and harder in order to take us over the brink and into nirvana. Most
of the time Sam cupped a hand in front of my dick, and with the foreskin
covering the end my semen would shoot into it and then dribble slowly out.
He would catch the emission and then lift the hand to his mouth, licking up
my few drops. I could never really stomach my own semen, but Sam seemed to
love the taste. He always used to say that it was going to go in one end or
the other, but he was definitely going to have it in him.
After making love in the morning, our appetites would be pretty much sated
for the next few hours, and we could get on with the task of being young
boys. There was always a feeling that at any point we could snap and need to
be together again, but a lot of the time we let it simmer beneath the
surface and just played instead. The great thing about being that age and
being in love was that we had all the time in the world to explore each
other as people. Not having to worry about all those things that occupy you
as an adult meant hours to play, to enjoy each other's company, to discover
things we didn't know about each other. I new what wound Sam up, and he knew
exactly what it took to make me laugh. I learnt what scared him, and he
learnt what made me happy. We spent so much time together and understood
each other's moods so well that it wasn't just my brother who was beginning
to be a little suspicious of our relationship. My father took me to one side
wine Saturday to have a little chat with me. I was always somewhat scared of
my father, because he was the parent who disciplined me when I'd been bad.
This time I couldn't quite work out what he was going to tell me off for,
since I'd been fairly much incapable of being bad since Sam and I had
started spending so much time together. He seemed rather uncomfortable, too,
which made me really wonder why we were alone in the garden shed having a
talk.
`Uh, Jamie, I think we need to have a bit of a chat about a couple of
things,' he said, eyes avoiding meeting mine. We'd already had the birds and
bees talk, and my father hadn't been quite so nervous then. I really began
to worry now.
`Look, it's like this. Er... your mother and I have noticed that you spend a
lot of time with Sam lately. He's a good friend, huh?'
I just nodded. My tongue had suddenly swollen and I couldn't speak properly.
`That's, er, that's great, son. We're happy that you have such a  good
friend. I mean, you don't make friends too easily around here. It can't be
easy being a boy your age with so few others in the village.'
I nodded again. It looked like that was going to be my stock response today.
`It's just that sometimes it's possible to spend a little too much time with
one person. I wouldn't want you to go off each other. And people sometimes
get the wrong impression, if you only spend time with one person. Just be
careful you don't give people the wrong impression, ok? Boys your age can
be... unaccepting of certain things. Your mother and I think it's great that
you have such a good friend, ok?'
And that was it. I wasn't quite sure what my dad had just said, but I had a
good idea at what he was getting at. Somewhere, buried in amongst the saying
nothing was a lot of saying something. I think he'd just said that it was ok
for Sam and I to be together, but that we should be careful of what other
people thought. It was a sobering realisation that my parents really did
know what was going on, and I found myself blushing with the realisation
that they must have talked about Sam and I as a couple. I always thought my
father was a bit of an authoritarian figure, but he'd shown great care and
subtlety in what he was saying, and it must have taken guts for him to come
out and actually say something like that to his son. My younger brother,
Mark, had always been his favourite, there was no hiding that, but there was
still a great deal of affection behind that hardened exterior. I met Sam in
town that afternoon with a heightened sense of wellbeing, and explained to
him what my father had said. Sam's face went from shock, to surprise, and
then downright awe. He kept asking me over and over again if I was really
telling the truth, and kept asking exactly what my father had said to see if
he could find a new angle on it. But what he couldn't deny was the truth
there, that we really would have to be careful .I didn't think I was gay, I
only knew that I loved Sam and he loved me. Right then, that was all I
needed to know. I think we both understood the stigma attached to our kind
of relationship, and that if it were discovered that we considered ourselves
boyfriends, then there would be hell to pay. We'd already had one close
shave, and hadn't really changed ourselves from that experience. I think we
suddenly came to the realisation that although not a lot of what we did had
to change, we really needed to consider being a lot more careful than we had
been. We'd even started holding hands in the dark in the cinema, which if
we'd got caught doing would have instantly spelled trouble. Finding
somewhere we could talk openly and frankly to each other about what was
needed wasn't a problem – the library was deserted, and though quiet was
required inside, there was a room for kids which allowed quiet talking. We
made our way there and found it, as expected, entirely deserted. Taking care
not to sit too close to each other, with our newfound carefulness winning
out over the desire to lean into each other, we discussed what we could keep
in our relationship, and what had to go. It was your basic set of stuff,
really. A bed would at least have to be made up when Sam was staying over,
just for the sake of appearances, even if it wasn't slept in. Holding hands
in public and standing too close together would have to go, although we
decided to keep the occasional trips to the toilets together when we thought
we could get away with it. Spending a lot of time together at school was
also beginning to be a problem – we'd both forgotten that it wasn't exactly
a great idea to be spending all lunchtime together, so we made a pact to
remind each other to spend more time with friends from our own years.
The talk was boring and slightly depressing, but necessary. And of course,
when we were done there was the chance to risk one of those toilet trips we
so loved. The library was a perfect place for it – not only were there very
few people there, but the male toilets were well separated from the female
and all the librarians were ladies, so it wasn't even visited by the staff.
A rota on the back of the door into the toilets told me that it was cleaned
once daily, at 9am, and after that was pretty much free to use for our
pleasure. There were two stalls and a long trough urinal .The stalls were
fairly new, and so there weren't spy holes between them, much to our relief
after the incident at school. As soon as we were through the door, Sam was
messing around, pulling an already-hard dick out through his fly and
waggling it about in front of me. Feeling adventurous, I grabbed him to make
him stand still then sank to my knees to engulf his nail-hard erection into
my mouth. Already we were breaking our own rules, and fairly quickly
realised it, laughing as we rushed into a stall to make things properly
private. I went back to sucking Sam's dick, getting it nice and wet before
dropping my pants and presenting him with my arse. I really wanted to be
fucked right then for some reason. In fact, I'd been wanting it ever since I
met Sam in town, maybe ever since my dad had spoken to me that morning. As
he lined his dick up and pushed forward, Sam's lips came into contact with
the back of my neck, and he kissed all over it, and then onto my shoulders
as he started to pump in and out. His hand snaked around to my front and
grabbed my dick, and when he started pumping it hard and thrusting into me
fast I knew this was going to be a rough one. Even though Sam's dick was
small, it still hurt to have it really nailed into me, as we weren't exactly
using the best lube. Normally I would have been a little turned off, but
right now I needed it, and accepted Sam's thrusting, letting the feeling
build inside me all the time. When I came, it sparked Sam off, and he
actually grunted as he came. He pulled his dick out for the last few spasms
and wanked it really hard, a technique that he seemed to really love. I had
spurted a little, and since my skin was pulled back as we both came, it had
landed on the door of the stall, and was running down a little. I almost
left it there to be found by the cleaner, but really I was a well brought up
boy, and got some paper to clean it up with. Sam smiled at me when I turned
to face him.
`I suppose these new rules aren't so bad after all,' he said to me, his
smile turning into a wide grin.


Zack McNaught - bwriterb@hotmail.com