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Wanting Sam
by Kazz (kazztheanonman@gmail.com)
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A fourteen year old boy named Jack has had gay
feelings towards his feminine looking friend Sam for
years so he finally decides to take action and
attempts to seduce him. (mm-teens, youths, 1st-gay-
expr, mast, oral, anal)
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I will never forget the day I crossed the line and
seduced my best friend Samuel. It was one of those
unbearably hot days in June; me, Sam and a few of the
other boys in the same crowd were walking home from
school and were all in good spirits, as this
particular day happened to be a Friday. All at 14
years of age, we were looking forward to getting home
and doing whatever the hell we pleased for the next 48
hours.
Our final class of the day had been Physical Ed,
believe it or not, and we were exhausted. Jimmy, Oscar
and Owain, three of our mates who normally hung around
with each other more so than they would me or Samuel,
were walking in front of us and chatting about some
girl called "Becky". I had a pretty good idea of who
they meant, but took no interest in the conversation.
These days, I felt as if my sexuality had taken a
sudden turn. More specifically, it had taken a turn
from girls to... oh god, dare I say it... boys. And at
the present time, my homosexual feelings just happened
to be set on Samuel.
Now you may wonder why I chose Samuel in particular -
well, it's not as if I had known him very long, only
about 3 years at the time of this story. He was in the
same registration class as me and we had hit it off
from the very first day of Year 7. What really
separated Samuel from us boys was the way that he
looked - he was, to put it bluntly, a very girly
looking guy.
He had soft, shiny black hair that wasn't long enough
to reach his shoulders but long enough to grab a tuft
of it with your hand if you wanted to. He didn't have
one hair on his face (or his body, for that matter)
whilst the rest of us were beginning to see the birth
of stubble on our faces. His skin was tender, his
smile youthful and cute as hell. Oh, and one other
thing; an observation I kept to myself. That perfect,
oh-so delightfully shaped butt of his.
Seriously, friends, firm enough to mistake as a girls
if you were to look at him from behind. Oh dear Christ
the amount of times I have gone straight to my room
after school and whacked off over that. Imagining him
bent over, that angelic smile on his face, asking
politely for me to fuck him. Then taking all of me
from behind and begging in his timid little voice, "oh
yes, Jack, fuck me! Fuck me in my cute little bum
Jack, I'm all yours!"
You get the point. Girls weren't really on my mind at
the time, and as our friend's conversation about Becky
and her amazing tits continued in great detail before
us, I turned to Sam and said "that's all they think
about, those three. Pussy, pussy, pussy, all the
time."
Beautiful Sam, in his usual quiet, subtle way, replied
"eh, I dunno. Becky's an alright looking girl. They'll
jump on anything, though!"
That's right Sam, leave those girls alone! I thought,
smiling.
"You're in one of those creepy happy moods again," he
said. "You've got that weird grin on your face. What
goes through that head of yours, man!?"
"Oh, just planning my next murder, it's all good," I
joked. I pushed him gently on the side of his arm, and
said teasingly "I'm allowed to smile whenever I want,
anyway!"
"Whatever. And don't push me! You're always trying to
gay me up!" he laughed, flashing that Sam smile.
"You love it."
No answer to that. Thank God! I didn't really want a
reply like "no, I don't", as much as he might have
been joking. I know it sounds sad, but it would have
disappointed me.
"Oi, boys!" Oscar shouted from in front of us. "Don't
drop behind! What you doing, planning a date!?" I
heard the other boys guffaw at that. Oh God, all these
gay jokes. I took a sly opportunity and gave Sam a
playful slap on the butt. I made sure to keep my hand
there as long as was possible without it seeming
weird.
"Oh yeah, man, we love the cock!" I yelled back. Sam
laughed again in the only lovely way he could and we
both increased our pace to catch up with the boys in
front.
* * *
As I have mentioned to you already, me and Sam had
always been closer as friends than with the other
boys, so normally saw more of each other. And it was
always a given that he would pop over my house for an
hour or so after school, just for a quick game on the
Playstation 3 or to check out ridiculous videos on
YouTube. Anything for entertainment.
God, alone together for this many years, and I hadn't
taken advantage of this situation yet. Was I stupid?
No, of course not. If I tried anything with Sam, tried
to kiss him or touch him and it didn't work out as
planned, if it got back to anybody in school... it
just wasn't worth thinking about.
As we hit the corner leading to my street, we said our
goodbyes to the boys and agreed that Becky Jones tits
were indeed magnificent and a sight to behold. Me and
Sam now made our way up another small incline, getting
closer to my house by the second. We were breathing
quicker now in the simmering heat and not bothering to
waste breath on words. Sam walked slightly ahead of
me, being of a skinnier frame himself, and I wasted no
time in glancing down and taking a sneak peak at his
lovely ass cheeks moving back and forth effeminately
in those tight school trousers. I felt that familiar
strong stirring in my own trousers and my dick started
to harden slightly.
Control yourself, Jack, I thought. Take it easy.
We finally made it to the house, threw our bags down
on the floor, and ran upstairs to my bedroom. My
parents were yet to be back from work for another two
hours or so, meaning that anything we looked at on the
Internet or played on could be as loud and vulgar as
we wanted for a certain time!
I threw myself down on my bed, stretched my arms out,
and moaned a sigh of relief. "At last!" I cried,
melodramatically, "the week's over! Now to do fuck all
for the whole weekend, Sammy!"
"You got it, dude!" Sam agreed, looking in my mirror
and adjusting the hair which had been matted to his
forehead by sweat. "God, I look a mess!"
"You're such a girl!" I teased, "I'm surprised you
don't have a whole makeup set with you."
"I'm not that bad!" he retorted. "You're just as vain
yourself, gelled-hair-boy!"
"Ooh, you talk the talk, but can't walk the talk!" I
said. "Come here and say that to my face, vanity!"
To my surprise and complete shock, he turned around
and walked towards me, a mischievous grin on his face.
"Come on then!" he said, and jumped on me. I started
to giggle hysterically, covering my face with my
forearms. Instead he just started to poke me in the
stomach and sides.
"Nuh-no! S-Sam!" I laughed, as he continued the
onslaught. "S-Sam! SAM! You'll break the bed, s-stop!"
There was no way he would break the bed with that
girly figure, but I didn't tell him that. I managed to
grab his arms and I proceeded to push him onto his
back. I knelt over him and started to taunt him by
doing the same as he had done to me. "Come on then,
Sam! Come on Sammy!" I poked and prodded at him and he
begged for mercy. Eventually, I stopped, and then
shamefully realized that I had a huge boner which had
made quite a proud shape in my trousers. Sam was
staring straight at it.
"I think you got a bit too excited," said Sam, his
face flushed, suddenly averting his eyes from me and
looking straight at the ceiling.
Could I normalize this? Was there any way? I could
just leave it. Then thought, no! I would never get
this opportunity again.
"Yeah, so?" I said. "Something TERRIBLY wrong with
that?"
"Didn't say there was," came Sam's reply. I was still
awkwardly sitting on top of him. I didn't know what to
do. He was still staring at the ceiling, an
embarrassed look on his face. He didn't know what to
do either. That was good. I had to dominate him. I had
to seduce him. I lent forward, bringing my face closer
to his.
"Sh-shall I let you go then, Sam?" I asked, nervously.
Oh my god, this had started as a stupid little
wrestling match, I should have left it at that. This
would NEVER happen with any other two blokes!
"Umm," he mumbled, confused. "Up to you."
Oh, those lovely words. That had to be an invite. I
took the chance and did what I had wanted to do for
the last 3 years. I made my move. I put my hand behind
his head, slowly pulled him toward me and kissed my
friend Samuel directly on the lips. Blood pumped
passionately in all different places of my body. I
felt his arms slide, unsure, around my back. Unsure,
but not reluctantly.
I looked into his blue eyes, caught in the moment. He
made a funny, nervous sound in his throat and smiled
at me. "Well, I guess this is going to be
interesting," he said.
Yes, it certainly was going to be just that.
To be continued?
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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