Date: Mon, 26 Sep 2016 15:18:28 +0100
From: puermalo14@hushmail.com
Subject: Sam's Sex Adventures part 8

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SAM'S SEX ADVENTURES   PART 8

Characters:
Sam, a cute, blond 12-year-old
Adam, an innocent 12-year-old; Sam's best friend
Gavin, Owen and Tom; classmates of Sam

Sam was looking forward to the party at Gavin's. He enjoyed being amongst
his school friends and many of the boys in his class were going to be
there. Most of all he was keenly anticipating the sleepover and was hopeful
that it would involve much more than sleeping!

When Saturday arrived, Sam's dad drove him to Gavin's home. His mother had
ensured he had packed his pyjamas, a toothbrush and clean underwear for the
next day, sending him on his way with a reminder that he thanked Gavin's
parents, behaved himself and remembered his manners.

Gavin's parents were comfortably off and lived in a large house in a leafy
suburb of the town. Several of Sam's classmates were already there when Sam
arrived. Gavin greeted him at the door.

"Hey, Sam," he smiled, "Thanks for coming."

"Coming! I hope I will later on!" thought Sam, before wishing his friend a
happy birthday.

He followed Gavin into the house and was soon laughing and joking with his
friends. Adam, his closest mate, was there already along with Amir and
Tom. Other boys arrived including the handsome Owen (how Sam wished he
could get his hands down the front of those trousers!). Gavin hadn't
invited any girls but that went hardly noticed. Eleven- and twelve-year-old
boys were still very much in that gang phase before later adolescence took
them on the route towards couples. It seemed appropriate for Gavin's
twelfth birthday that there were twelve boys in total.

We could digress here and describe the activity of the afternoon but as it
mostly involved discussions of school, recounting of silly or rude jokes,
consumption of fizzy drinks and party snacks and some tom-foolery along the
way we need not be detained long. Rather, we should move forward to later
in the evening when several of the boys who were not able to stay overnight
had departed. Sam was a little disappointed that Amir had to leave. He had
something of a fascination for the dusky Asian boy and it looked like he'd
have to wait for another day to pursue it. Gavin, Sam, Adam, Owen and Tom
were the only ones left and now they were slumped in the lounge watching
the latest instalment of the `Fast and Furious' franchise on DVD.

Gavin's mother poked her head around the door.

"Everything okay, boys?" she asked.

"Yes, thanks," they all answered.

"Now, as soon as the film is over I think you had better sort out the
sleeping arrangements for everyone, Gavin."

"Can we all sleep in my room?" he asked.

"Well, I've made up the beds in the spare rooms now, dear."

"Aw, mum, can't we all crash out together?" Gavin whined, "Please? It's my
birthday..."

"How's that going to work?" she continued.

"I can use the spare mattress," Gavin suggested, "and a couple of camp-beds
as well."

"Oh, go on then," she eventually conceded, "but don't make a mess and don't
be too long about it!"

"Thanks, mum," grinned the Birthday Boy.

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After the movie had finished, Gavin led the gang of boys upstairs to his
room located in the roof space of the large house. There was much giggling
from the over-excited boys as they struggled with the extra mattress but
they eventually succeeded in getting it into the bedroom where they placed
it on the floor.

"I'll have the bed," said Gavin, "'cos it's mine! Now, who's sharing the
mattress?"

Sam caught Adam's eye and they gave one another a surreptitious wink.

"We will," he offered.

"Okay, now we have to erect the camp beds for Tom and Owen."

The simple mention of the word `erect' led to more hoots of laughter and
innuendo.

"Keep the noise down," Gavin's father called up the stairs.

"Sorry, dad," Gavin replied, "goodnight."

"Your parents are really cool, Gav," said Owen, "Mine wouldn't let us get
away with all this."

"Yeah," said Gavin, "they know this is my space and hardly ever come up
here so I can pretty much do as I please."

Sam and Adam glanced at each other again.

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With the bed arrangements sorted, the five youngsters quickly stripped down
to their briefs or boxers and scrambled beneath the sheets. They continued
to chatter in the dark, mostly jokes and boy-stuff, occasional teasing and
ribald humour. It was Sam who successfully steered the conversation towards
sex.

"Have any of you lot ever seen a girl naked?" he asked.

"Yeah, I have!" laughed Gavin, "I saw my sister once when she came out the
shower." He went on to explain how he'd surprised his older sister (now
away at university). She had thought she'd had the house to herself one
afternoon and wasn't expecting to collide with her brother on the landing
as she left the bathroom stark naked.

Once the giggles had subsided the questions continued.

"Did you see everything?" asked Owen.

"Yes, her hairy bush and her big tits as plain as day!" Gavin replied.

"Hey, have any of you ever touched a girl's tits?" Adam sniggered.

"Yes, I have," answered Owen, "last term at the school disco I got Rachel
down by the lockers and we snogged, and I felt inside her top, and..."

"You dirty fucker!" laughed Sam.

"Did she get a feel of you, too?" Tom eagerly chipped in.

"None of your business," Owen retorted.

"Not much there to grab hold of I suppose," teased Tom.

"That's what you think," Owen came back.

"It's not what I think," Tom went on, "it's what I know!"

"So, how big is it?" Sam asked.

"Bigger than yours!" replied Owen.

"That sounds like a challenge to me," Tom said, "you gotta put your money
where your mouth is!"

"Yeah," Adam agreed, "if you reckon your cock's bigger than Sam's you've
gotta prove it."

"That's gay!" Owen grumbled.

"Go on," Sam urged, "I'll get mine out first and then we'll compare size."

Gavin had kept quiet up to now but even he chirped up. "Yeah, Owen, show
us!" Then he sat up in bed and switched on the bedside lamp so they could
all watch the little display. Sam stood on the mattress and Owen
reluctantly agreed and stood beside him. The bulges in front of their
underwear were obvious to all.  Sam wasted no time and quickly stepped out
of his briefs. He proudly displayed his three inches of boy
stiffness. Putting his hands on his hips as it jutted outward and upward
provocatively.

Owen was still rather nervous about what he was about to do but at least he
felt confident that he was better endowed than his chum. He allowed his
boxers to fall, exposing a hard four-incher garlanded with a smattering of
curly boy pubes.

"See," he announced proudly, "Bigger and hairier too!"

"Not as hairy as Tom," Adam intervened, "Show him your bush, Tom!"

Tom didn't need any persuading and was soon alongside Sam and Owen with his
hard organ the latest focus of interest. He ran a finger through his tuft
of pubes showing them off proudly.

"Come on, Gav," Adam spurred on, "let's make it five!"

Adam and Gavin quickly joined the others, completing the circle of five
naked twelve-year-olds, with five little willies straining in their
pubescent zeal.

"Poor Gav," Tom mocked, "he ain't got any pubes yet!"

"Yes, I have," Gavin countered, "Look!" His fingers moved to his groin and,
after a momentary search, he found one or two delicate wisps at the base of
his little-boy cocklet. "See!"

"You'll soon get some more," said Adam.

"Yeah," Sam added, "I didn't have any a few months ago. Once they start
growing there's no stopping them!"

Gavin wiggled his hips encouraging his tiny boycock to full erection. Sam
loved the look of it – the paleness of the skin and the way the foreskin
protruded to a crinkled point. He looked at the other boy's cocks in
comparison. Like himself, Adam's pubes were soft and wispy whereas Owen and
Tom had thicker, curlier hairs.

"I reckon your cocks the biggest and hairiest, Tom" he announced.

"Maybe," said Owen, cheesed off that Tom had beaten him in that contest
too, "but I'm second place!"

"Who's third?" asked Tom, "Adam or Sam?"

"Let's measure," Gavin suggested, "even though I know I'm the littlest."

A ruler was found and passed around the circle of nude boys. Gavin was
indeed the smallest at exactly three inches; Sam came next with
three-and-a-half; then Adam, just short of four inches; Owen's cock
twitched to full hardness to reach around four-and-half inches; Tom won
with nearly five.

"Fucking hell, this has got me horny!" Sam exclaimed.

"Me too," said Adam.

"Me three!" chuckled Tom, "I reckon I'll need to wank off to make this go
down!"

"Yeah, let's all wank together," suggested Sam.

"I ain't gonna wank off in front of you lot," Owen grumbled, "I'm not a
gayboy."

"Your chicken," teased Adam, "I'm up for it, anyway."

"Maybe he doesn't know how to," Sam taunted.

"Of course I fucking do!" Owen grouched, "I'm just not queer, that's all."

"Well who's going to know?" said Sam, "It's just between us five, okay?"

"Let's get on with it," Adam complained. He had already started to work his
cocklet in anticipation.

"You can if you want," muttered Owen, turning to make for his bed, "I'm not
wanking myself in front of you pervs!"

The four other boys reacted spontaneously, as if all of the same mind. They
leapt upon Owen and grabbed him, easily overpowering the youngster and
forcing him down on the mattress.  "Well, if he ain't gonna wank himself,
we'll just have to do it for him," Sam declared, sitting astride the
helpless boy and pinning Owen's arms with his knees.

Tom and Gavin each secured a struggling leg leaving Adam free to take the
task in hand. He knelt beside the powerless boy and reached for the cock
which, despite all of Owen's protesting, had not lost any of its firmness.

"Get off, you bastards!" Owen complained, but moments later he moaned
appreciatively and quickly stopped struggling as Adam began to manipulate
his cock. "Oh, fuck, that feels good!" he muttered.

Adam couldn't quite get a fist around the Owen's length so he used his
fingers, pulling the foreskin fully back to expose the dark, sticky
mushroom. He wanked him slowly for a minute until Gavin interrupted.

"Let me have a go," said the youngest boy.

Adam released his grip and Gavin took over, jerking it vigorously.

"Not so fast," Owen complained, "Slow down a bit!"

Sam, still sitting on Owen's warm chest, now began to wank his own cock. He
looked around at the other three boys who were also playing with
themselves. Gentle panting and the rubbing of five hands on five cocks were
the only sounds in the room until Owen announced through clenched teeth,
"I'm gonna cum soon."

The other boys all watched as Gavin squeezed and worked the cock towards
climax.  A sigh from Owen signalled the finish and was followed by a squirt
of creamy fluid that shot upwards, landing on Sam's rear.

"Wow!" exclaimed Gavin, who had never seen spunk before.

Smaller pulses of cum jetted from the boy before he sunk back onto the
mattress with a satisfied grin.

"I'm about to jizz," Adam announced and now they all watched him closely as
the droplets of boycum appeared at the tip of his finger-thin cocklet. His
cum was clear, unlike Owen's milky, thicker contribution.

"Finish me off, Sam," said Tom. Sam took the meaty boycock gladly and
jerked it, feeling the throb of the imminent cumshot. Owen was now past his
earlier apprehension and joined in the fun by grasping Sam's little organ
and wanking him. Tom groaned and shot a squirt of hot cum which Sam caught
in the palm of his hand avoiding the mess that would have occurred. The
feel of the sticky goo pushed him to orgasm and Owen was rewarded with a
trickle of clear fluid that ran down his fingers.

Gavin, meanwhile, had watched all the proceedings as he wanked on his tiny
stiffness. "It's not bloody fair," he complained, "You lot can all spunk up
and I can't!"

"You will one day soon," Adam said.

"I try all the time," Gavin went on, "but nothing ever comes out."

"Maybe you don't do it right," Sam suggested, "let me show you."

Gavin quickly found himself the centre of attention. He lay on the mattress
with two naked boys on either side. Sam took the little cock between finger
and thumb and wanked him. The tight foreskin wouldn't retract but a flash
of cockhead revealed itself as Sam eased the skin back and forth. Adam and
Tom took it in turns to fondle the tiny nuts pulled up tightly inside the
hairless, pink scrotum. Owen's contribution was to tweak Gavin's pert
nipples, encouraging them to stiffen to little nubs. This action intrigued
Sam, especially, who wondered if Owen had a thing about nipple-play.

"It's no good," Gavin griped, "it ain't gonna work."

"What does it feel like?" asked Tom.

"Dunno," Gavin replied, "a bit like I need to stop for a piss."

"No, it isn't that," Sam encouraged, "that's what you're supposed to
feel...just let it happen."

All four boys continued to caress and fondle little Gavin, spread-eagled
beneath them with his eyes screwed shut. Suddenly, his body stiffened and
he thrust his hips upwards. Sam quickened the pace and was rewarded by a
sob from Gavin and a drop of stickiness at the end of Gavin's organ.

"That felt amazing!" Gavin enthused.

"You've spunked!" Sam congratulated.

Gavin sat up to check it out for himself. It was only a single droplet, for
sure, but it was definitely spunk and not piss. Sam touched the drop with a
fingertip and drew it out to a thin strand of viscous wetness.

"Yep," agreed Tom, "that's real spunk alright!"

Gavin grinned. "That's the best birthday present ever!"

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