Samuel by Tom Cup
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Samuel By Tom Cup
OK, I admit it. I was trying to seduce him. You wouldn't believe how hard it was. I mean, he was a sophomore at a Christian college, and I was a sixteen year old, who's parents flipped when they found out the youth leader at our church had been fondling some of the boys in his care. I was one of them. I spent a lot of time with Terry and liked the things we did together, (mostly watching porn and occasional jacking off together, nothing more). I knew he wanted to do other stuff but I always gave him the hands off signal if he looked like he was coming my way.
Not that Terry was bad looking or anything; it was just he didn't really turn me on. Watching porn and jerking off with a guy that doesn't turn you on is one thing, doing more with him is another. Anyway, I, sure as shit, wasn't the fucker that turned him in.
But Chris was different. I wanted him the day he moved into our attic apartment. His body was sleek and trim. His eyes danced with fascination for life and a kind of Christian innocence that thrilled me. I mean, I go to church and all, but I don't believe it. He did and that made me horny. I know, I know, you're thinking I'm weird or something but it's true. Think about it, here is this guy who is three years older than me, with a body that Da Vinci's David would be jealous of, and he's a virgin? Come on!
It made me so hot thinking about being the first to get him.
Chris moved in just before his Thanksgiving break at the college. He and mom would sit at the table, after dinner, and talk theology. The first time I sat down with them my mom nearly had a heart attack. I knew she would. I usually avoided anything that had a chance of making her happy, but this was for Chris. I had to be near him.
It became a ritual that after dinner mom, Chris, and I would have a Bible study. I would ask all the questions that I knew I should ask, and had asked a hundred of other Bible teachers through the years, and listen as he gave his interpretation of the meaning. Really, I just loved to hear him talk and if I had to listen to him talk about the Bible, so be it! His eyes would come alive as he talked, his hands would dance, his mouth would be moist and smiling. I would be rubbing my hard-on under the table.
As I said, I knew I wanted him but the more time we spent together the worst it got. I was jerking off in bed almost every night thinking of him. All the things that I had seen in the movies that Terry and I watched came flooding back into my mind. I had to have him.
During Christmas break I hung out with him all the time. I asked him about girls to see how he would react. He gave me the line about some people being `married to the Lord' but I could tell that what he was really saying was, "I don't have the foggiest idea."
Now, I didn't really believe in God, at least not the God they talk about on Sundays, but I did pray. What I prayed for was a chance at Chris. We got this monster of a snowstorm, complete with howling winds that battered the house. To tell you the truth, my first thought was that it was God's way of saying I had pissed him off, by trying to get into Chris's pants, but I realized that he was just answering my prayer when I heard the window in the attic break and Chris yelling, "Oh, no!"
"What's wrong?" mom yelled running up the stairs with me hot on her heels.
"The wind broke the window," Chris told mom as he tried to hang a blanket over the window. Even I could see that wasn't going to work.
"Jeez, it's freezing up here," I said.
"Samuel's right Chris," mom said, "you can't sleep up here with the window like that. Come on down and we'll figure something out."
I already had it figured out. You didn't have to be a brain surgeon or rocket scientist to know that God was practically dropping him in my lap. He told mom he didn't mind sleeping on the sofa and she said she was worried that he won't have any privacy. He laughed and said he didn't really need any. That was my cue.
"He can stay in my room. We can pull the mattress down. I don't mind sharing it with him."
Mom looked at me like I was an alien. She was just so stunned that I would let anyone share my room. I know she was thinking that Chris was having a wonderful effect on me, (and believe me he was) but I had my own reasons for wanting him in my room. Chris said that he won't dream of imposing on me. I counter telling him how much he had help me understand the Bible and that it was the least I could do.
"Besides," I said, "Aren't we supposed to show hospitality to our neighbor?"
That was the clincher. Mom laughed and rustled my hair and Chris agreed to stay with me until we could get the window fixed.
Chris had his robe on as we brought the mattress down to my room. I had two things on my mind: what he was wearing underneath and how I could get a better look at his body. We made the mattress into a cot on the floor and Chris finally removed the robe. I was disappointed. He had on pajama bottoms and a T-shirt. Not that what I was looking at was bad, I just wanted to see more.
I stripped down to just my white briefs and noticed that Chris bashfully watched out of the corner of his eye. Hey, I wasn't a slacker either. I knew I had a nice body. I played with it all the time, didn't I? Anyway, I was happy that he noticed. He quickly said good night and turned away to go to sleep. I almost lost it. Here he was in my room and I couldn't touch him. Then it hit me.
"Owww," I moaned.
"What the matter? You all right?"
"Oh man, I think I strained something bring the mattress down," I lied.
"Really? Now I really feel bad."
"Don't. It's not your fault. But you mind doing me a favor?"
"Not at all. I owe you."
"Could you massage it a little?"
"Sure you tell me where."
I told him the cramp was in my shoulder blades, but of course it keep moving. His hands were so soft, firm and warm. I didn't want him to ever stop touching me. We chatted as he massaged me and whenever I sensed he was letting up I would ask him to go down a little more. My cock was a raging piece of iron underneath me as the warmth of his hands glided over my back and shoulders.
"There you go," he said finishing my shoulders and back.
"Can you do my legs too," I asked, "It feels really good."
Chris wasn't stupid and I think that at that point he knew what I was trying to get him to do. He stopped and I could tell he was thinking it over. I thought he would tell me it wasn't a good idea or some shit. But after what seemed like forever he pulled the sheet back, revealing my tight brief covered ass, and began massaging my right thigh. I spread my legs to let him get in deep and a couple of times his hand brushed my balls. I was so excited that I just knew I was going to cum. But he soon moved down my leg, massaging every muscle, it felt wonderful. Then he started up the other leg, moving slowly, until he came to my other thigh, and massaged it again brushing my balls a few times.
I couldn't take it anymore and turned over facing him. There were beads of sweat on his forehead. We stared into each other's eyes. I glanced down at his pajama bottoms and could see he was as hard as I was. He started to move away but I grabbed his hand and placed it on my chest. He began massaging me again now lying next to me on my bed. I began running my hand up and down the side of his body.
"We should stop, Samuel," he said unconvincingly.
I shook my head, grabbed the bottom of his T-shirt and lifted it over his head. I ran my hands over his smooth well defined body and knew I was right. I had to have him. So I just reached down, slid my hand into his pants, and grabbed his cock.
Chris gasped out loud as I started to rub his dick up and down. It only took a few strokes and the guy was pumping cum into my hand. I couldn't believe it. We lay there a minute as he whimpered and came back to earth. I smiled when he finally opened his eyes. I took his hand, which had been resting on my chest, and slid it down to my cock.
He was clumsy at it, really, his head lying on my chest while he jerked me. That really turned me on and I kissed the top of his head and closed my eyes as he stoked me.
Suddenly I felt a change in what was happening. I opened my eyes to see Chris sucking me off. God, the sight and feel of it was a dream come true. I relaxed and let him have me. I watched as he got his first taste of male cock: my cock. I began pumping slowly in and out of his mouth and watched as my cock would disappear and reappear in his mouth. The warmth of his mouth and knowledge that I was having something forbidden done to me, by someone who avoided anything forbidden, added to my excitement. It became overwhelming and soon I was arching my back and shooting stream after stream of my hot cum down Chris' throat.
"I'm sorry," he said almost in tears afterward, "I didn't...."
"It's OK Chris. I wanted to."
"You did?"
"Yeah, I did. Didn't it feel good to you?" I asked.
"Yeah but..."
"But it's a sin?" I asked, "Is that what you are going to say?"
He really didn't answer just kind of looked toward his cot but I pulled him to me. He laid his head on my chest and told me how he had fought so hard against these feelings all his life. I kissed him and could taste my only sperm in his mouth. I knew at that moment that there was no going back for Chris and I was glad.
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