I hate computers.
I really do. Just when I get happy because something finally is working right on the damned thing, it freezes or cancels or something.
I was just about to click onto Sam's link to his Facebook when the computer froze and shivered. I blinked.
C'mon.
You can do it.
Finally.
Sam's picture popped up to the left of the screen. It was him at the beach with Amber, laying under a towel. Both expressions were goofy. I smiled. My Sam.
I would never have guessed. That after fawning over the cutest boy in school, he would love me back. Was it three weeks?
Yes.
Three weeks since we had our first kiss(and might I add the first sex). Secretly we were together. I agreed that it was hard for Sam, but secrets didn't go very far in the real world. If we wanted to live normally, as a couple, he would have to do something about it.
Do something about it? Just as those words crawled through the spaces of my mind, I looked at Sam's “interested in” section. Men. What?
Sam walked up behind me and put his hand on my shoulder and crouched to look at the screen. “When did you do this?” I asked, still bewildered that it would even happen. Though I wanted it to, I didn't expect it.
“Do what?” he asked and scanned the computer screen for his own answer. I pointed to the word Men and looked at his face. His expression went from confused to even more confused. “I didn't change it. Maybe one of the guys did it?” he walked away.
So.
“So, aren't you gonna change it?”
“Maybe it's time I let them choose what they want to see.”
A smile crossed my face like wild fire. It spread to my warm cheeks, and into my eyes. He smiled back.
I hurled myself across my bedroom at him and jumped onto his lap. The mattress below us creaked. His eyes swept from one of mine to the other. Back and forth back and forth. His breath nestled beneath my nose and I breathed it in deeply.
The sky blue hit the forest green like a war. We starred. Finally, he brushed my lips with his fingers and whispered, “I love you.” I blinked, and crushed my lips to his. They contorted and flowed together.
“I love you, too.”
We kissed for awhile. Our heads moved systematically against each other. I did love him. So much. I didn't think it was possible with a guy like him, but it was. He pulled his head up away from mine and massaged the back of my head.
His eyes were watery. I pushed my lips to his again for a short kiss and got off of his lap. “I think I should go, my mom will be home soon,” as fast as my high was there, it was gone.
“Are you sure about this. About tomorrow?” I asked and grabbed the inside of his usual cut-off sleeve shirt, pulling him towards me. I kissed his neck and grabbed his bag for him.
“Well, what ever comes, comes.”
He left after that, after he said the three words we shared earlier again. His tires squealed as he peeled out of the driveway.
Show-off. My show-off.
Spanish 3. God this shit is useless. But right now I wasn't focusing on Spanish, though. I was focusing on the usual hand holding that me and Sam shared under the table everyday. Sam kept on trying to push our hands upward, where people could see.
What are you doing?
Is he trying to make people see us? I looked at him under the florescent lighting and he looked angry. No, not angry. Upset. That's when I gave in.
I let him carry our hands to the cold, hard, black, two person desk that covered our lock. He set our fists onto the table and no one starred.
No one.
Well probably because no one would notice this fast.
Oh, no. There's Amber. Her gaze fell onto our interlocked fingers and her eyes gaped. I felt Sam tense and then release with a big breath. Ambers turned back to Sam with a smile.
Smile? What? She looked truly happy that this was happening. Did she know about Sam? I didn't think so. Hmm.
Sam just focused to the board and left our hands like they were. I looked down and smiled. Maybe this was going to be easy. I hoped.
Gym arrived faster than I expected. I was changing before most in there, of course Sam was already in the locker room, already changed, waiting for me to go with him out into the pool deck.
I slipped on my speed o. Well, his speed o. And walked next to him. He grabbed my hand again.
No. I don't care how much he wanted to experiment. This was too much for just starting out.
“Sam.” I looked at him, his face changed at the tone of my voice. He knew exactly what I was thinking. We walked only side by side, into the pool deck. Mrs. Stanley was talking to Jon Weiner when we walked over to the bleachers.
She double took two glances at us and called us over.
“Mr. Jay, Mr. Sam, everyone is switching lane partners for the rest of the month. Now here is your partner on this list.” She held out a clip board to the both of us and we read the list. I was parters with Jon, Sam partners with Ryan.
Dammit.
The class went by too slow. All that we did was rescue our partners over and over again from the middle of the lanes. I thought it would never end when something happened that was what I least expected ever to happen.
While I was pretending to be dead, face down in the water, Jon, doing his normal swimming to me slowly rescue, swam right up next to me and his hand slipped up my leg. Up my leg, and over my butt. He slightly grabbed my ass while he swept it with his hand, and stumbled across my back with his palm.
Usually, the rescuer were to just put two hands on either side of the torso. Nope. Jon seriously fully just felt me up. I was gasping for air when he turned me over and slipped his arms under my shoulders. We swam backwards towards the side of the pool.
His rock hard body was rubbing against mine so perfectly. I couldn't stop thinking about how smooth and nice it was. His nipples were tickling my shoulder blades while his privates swept across my butt every stroke.
We both had hard ons.
Wait.
We both had hard ons. Jon Weiner just felt me up. WAIT.
What?
“What are you doing?” I asked bewildered at my state of mind and thinking at that moment.
“What are you talking about?”
“You totally just felt me up, AND you have a fucking stiffy.” I swam away from him towards the edge and got out as Mrs. Stanley was calling showers.
“What the hell, I thought that's what you were into?!” He whispered fervently back to me, as he climbed out of the pool too.
“Yeah, asshole! But not with you!” Sam was next to me now, looking at Jon.
“What's going on, Jay.” He asked, holding the door for me.
“Nothing, I'll tell you when everyones gone.”
Everyone was gone.
Except of course for me and Sam. We stayed back, but the bell hadn't rang yet. Now he looked at me for an explanation for my tirade on the pool deck.
“Jon was saving me the last time we did rounds, and when he came up to get me. He totally just fucking felt me up. It's nothing. I told him I wasn't into him.”
Sam looked extremely irritated.
“Well damn right you better not be!” He was still holding his towel to take a quick shower before he went home.
“What's that supposed to mean? You don't trust me or something!?” I threw my speed o into my locker and looked at him, anger flashing out of me in all directions.
He had his back to me and was entering the showers. I peeled of into the shower room to confront him. He was already there. As I wheeled around the corner, he caught my face and cupped my cheeks, locking our lips.
The warm water was splashing everywhere. Specs all over my face.
Hot.
“It's not that I don't trust you.” he paused and I felt like he was reciting a movie quote or something, “It's just that I don't want to loose you.”
He looked down and I pulled his chin back up.
“You honestly think I'd pick Jon Weiner over you?” I giggled and looked into those perfect blue eyes.
He smiled and crushed my lips with his again. Our bodies touched and straddled as we kissed full out in the spraying warm water. His hair was drenched in one of my hands and his back was sticky in the other.
His tongue brushed my lip and I peaked mine out to his too. They brushed and pulled back in. Our lips moved harmoniously. My head cocked back and his forward. He grabbed my wrists and pushed me to the back wall. All the showers were going, spraying us.
He pushed my wrists over our heads and kissed my neck down to my peck. He licked my prickled nipple and moved to my armpit.
Oh. That felt so good.
His tongue massaged the many ridges my body formed and down my abs. Brushing my belly button with his tongue, he kissed my happy trail all the way down to my speed o and pulled it down.
My hard dick leaped out and he grabbed it. The warm water sprinkled every where. He licked all the way down my shaft and over my balls. Down under, in between my legs and up my butt crack. Down back again, all the way, repeating what he had done to get there. Now he was at my head and pulled it into his mouth.
He massaged with his tongue and deep throated. Up and down, up and down.
God.
His hand was on my shaft as he gave me head, just as I was about to blow he pulled it out and stood up again. He pulled my head to his and we kissed as he brought us to the floor. I pulled off his speed o and kissed him again. He was laying down and I was kneeling.
“Are you sure?” I asked as I ran my tongue down his sculpted stomach.
“Mhmm.” I put his dick in my mouth and sucked for about a minute. His veins pulsing and unpulsing. Then I pulled away and kissed him one last time.
Both knees were on either side of me. His legs were just a little hairy, and I kissed them all the way down to his butt. The water from the showers was spewing all over, adding to the intensity. It was enough.
I grabbed the bottom of my eight inch dick and pulled the head to his crack. He took and deep breath in and I pushed through the tight, blond haired cheeks. My cock was pressed outward. I heard him breath again, deeply.
I pushed forward again, slowly. There was not as much pressure. Tight. It felt good. I slowly pulled out enough to leave it to push back in. This time I was a little harder and faster. He still seemed OK with it.
I pulsed through him. We were electrified. Our bodies were moving as one. My cock was pushing into his tight butt and then pulled out in fast movements. We humped. He moaned and so did I. I grabbed his dick and started to rub it against my happy trail. He was so warm.
I grabbed his legs up and, still pushing in and out, pressed forward and kissed him. I kissed him until we both were about ready. I massaged his fat cock and his breathing faltered, as well as mine. He held his breath and six shots shot straight onto his pecks. I blew the same into him. My compulsions getting slower and slower.
I pulled out and washed it off in the showers sparkling waters. I cleaned what was left of him cum from his stomach and moved to his mouth. His eyes were closed tight. But he kissed back. We kissed for five minutes, not caring about time. Not caring that we were in the school locker room showers.
We loved each other. And that's all that counted.
Right?