Wanting Sam -- Series 2 -- Chapter 1 --------------------------------------------------------------
Sunday, July 1st, 2012, 06:00
In the town of Gretchenway, the sun was rising -- and being a Sunday, there were not many people awake to witness it. For the majority of residents, such a morning meant recovering from a hangover after a late pub crawl the night before, or simply a lie in before the working week, (or school week for that matter), began all over again. Anybody would be deemed crazy to be up at such an hour.
But there were two particular boys, under the names of Jack Harris and Sam Evans, who were awake and very happy to be so. They were both fourteen years of age, lying in bed together, naked as the day they were born as the sun cast its first rays through the curtains and into the bedroom, illuminating it with an orange glow.
If anybody had walked in and thrown back the covers to expose them, their first thought would probably be that the two teenagers had gotten blindly drunk the night before and passed out in the same bed. But that was not to be. For over a month, the boys had led a secret life, hidden from their friends and families; Jack and Sam were gay, and, to put it quite simply -- an item.
For years they had been friends, but now they woke up every morning as a couple, as if it had been that way forever. It had started as a stupid, childish play fight, and blossomed into something more than they had ever imagined. A silly love story, you'd think; but it had not been without doubt or imperfection, as any relationship is destined to bring.
And now, as the sun rose, so did they.
Sam woke first, roused by something digging into his butt. His first thought was that it was the TV remote, or one of the controllers for his Playstation, until he realised that that the object seemed very warm. Then he smirked to himself as he heard gentle snoring from behind and felt Jack's arm around his shoulder.
Of course. There was always a part of Jack that woke before he did. That just happened to be his cock, which seemed to be up on the hour, every hour. He reached behind and took it gently into his hand, then gave it a quick squeeze. No reaction from Jack, who continued to snore. He trailed his hand further down, caressing Jack's balls, loving the feel of that thick bush of pubes slipping between his fingers. Sam found hair on himself gross, but on Jack it was fine -- there was just something about it -- a masculine touch. It also made him hot as hell, and he felt his own dick begin to stir below.
"Jaaack," he murmured. "Wakey, wakey..."
Jack abruptly woke and groaned, still half asleep, then his groans turned into moans as he felt Sam playing with his cock. "Oooh, God, what a way to wake up... Sam..." he wasn't of coherent speech and helpless as Sam continued to explore all areas with his smooth, talented hand. "Oi! Turn around and face me, you dirty boy!"
Jack pulled Sam around to face him, which wasn't hard considering his slim figure, then gazed lovingly into his angelic face, smiled as he took in the sight of his smooth, feminine-like skin and his thick black hair, normally straight and tidy but currently a mess after he had slept on it, and more than likely from the night before. He looked deep into his Sam's blue eyes, his body and mind now overtaken by a combination of love and lust.
Jack sometimes wondered what Sam saw when he looked back at him -- for Jack was anything but feminine. He already had light stubble growing on his face, short hair, wide shoulders and a strong, sturdy frame. Man all the way. Well, opposites did attract, he thought.
Jack suddenly snapped back to reality as he felt Sam's hand grasp his hard shaft again, making him gasp. He returned the favour and took a hold of Sam's dick, which was also ready for action. Sam had recently began to shave below as he realised Jack's love of his smooth skin, and if there was a chance that Jack was turned on any more by him doing so, then he would continue to remain as hairless as possible.
Under the covers, the boys were beginning to sweat and they brought themselves closer, enjoying the warmth and the way their bodies slid lustfully together. Jack grabbed Sam's bare ass, pulling him in aggressively, close enough for the heads of their dicks to touch, sending nerve endings wild as they rubbed together, lubricated with pre-cum.
Through gritted teeth, Jack began to coax Sam, "you like that, Sammy? You fucking like that, yeah? You like waking Jack up?"
"Oooh yeah, I definitely do," came Sam's equally lustful reply, his eyes now tightly shut as he began to reach the point of no return.
"Yeah? You can't wait, can you? You just want my dick all the time. All of Jack's sticky cum!" Jack was now talking right into Sam's ear, his heart hammering faster as he turned even himself on more with every word.
"Jacky... oooh, God..." Sam moaned.
"Gonna cum Sammy?"
"Yeah!"
"Lots? Lots of cum for me, baby?"
"Ohhh, Jack! Jack! J-"
Sam didn't finish his lover's name. Without warning, he began to spurt cum all over Jack's stomach. That was too much for Jack; he felt those familiar muscles clench up tight and hard below his balls, cum bubbling up inside him and about to make its way out.
"Sam! Oh, Sam!" he began to shoot stream after stream of sticky cum all over his boy, who had barely finished covering Jack in his own juices. After they had both given one another all they had to offer, they kept their bodies close together, sticky with their fluids, and shared a kiss. Afterwards, Sam laughed.
"Ha," he said, "get a kiss now, do I?"
"Hey," replied Jack, grinning, "you didn't wake me up by kissing me. Now look at the mess you've made."
Sam let out one of his silly giggles, making Jack's heart skip a beat. He loved that sound. They lay there for a while in each others arms, listening as the world slowly woke up with them outside. Eventually, Sam proposed, "I think it might be time for a shower."
"Yeah, lets go," agreed Jack. He slapped Sam's butt playfully, "come on, off you trot!"
After the shower, the boys returned to the bedroom and began to dry themselves off. They used one towel so as not to arouse any suspicion - they already had the freedom of using Sam's house for their time alone and didn't want to ruin it by getting caught in the act. It had always been the norm, when they only knew one another as friends, for Jack to sleep over and have his own shower when he returned home, so it was best not to change that routine.
"When are you parents back, then?" asked Jack, letting Sam use the towel first and watching eagerly as he dried his naked body.
"Pff... about six this evening, I think," replied Sam. "Um, I know this sounds stupid, but it might be a good idea if I, uh, finish off some homework for tomorrow, Jack. It's been piling up recently. Lots of distractions, you know?" he smirked.
"Yeah, I know what you mean," agreed Jack. He watched as Sam began to dry his bottom, then got up from the bed and gave it the third playful slap that morning. "God, I'd love to do you again," he said.
"Oh, Jack," Sam sighed. "Don't, please, we've just showered."
"Scared I might tempt you?"
"Oh, I don't think so," laughed Sam, dropping the towel. "But if you're still that horny, then I guess I can do something else..."
"Finger? Bum?" said Jack, laughing at his own immaturity.
"No!" replied Sam. Then pushed Jack back onto the bed. "Sit, you naughty boy!"
Jack sat. Sam, on the other hand, knelt in front of him and began playing gently with Jack's cock, which was still wet from the shower. Jack moaned and felt himself harden again.
"You really are insatiable, aren't you?" said Sam. "Fine, lets get every last drop out of you."
With that he took Jack into his mouth, slowly, but as far in as he could. Jack's toes curled and he groaned as Sam began to move his lips up and down the shaft, taking care to pay attention to his balls, massaging them in the palm of his hand.
"Oooh, Sam," Jack moaned, "suck me! Ooh, Sam, your tongue is so good, babe..."
Really? Sam thought. Fair enough. He took Jack's cock out of his mouth completely, then began to run his tongue around the head, which was sticky with pre-cum. He made sure to lap every bit of it up. Of course, Jack's moans increased, became louder, as his beautiful boy took care of him. He looked down, watched Sam's tongue do its work and his hand pump up and down his shaft, becoming faster by the second.
"Gonna... gonna... cuuuhhhh- oh fuck, Sam!"
Sam pulled Jack back into his mouth, recognising the exact moan that Jack made when he was about to fill him up with cum, regardless of which hole it might be. He looked straight into Jack's eyes as he felt his boyfriend's sweet juices spill into his mouth, over and over again. Nothing was spilt and he made sure to swallow everything for the boy he loved.
After Jack had finished, he looked down at Sam. "Ok," he smiled, "I think I'll be happy with that for now."
"Good," said Sam, laughing. "Now, time for you to go, big boy. Homework to do."
"Fine," sighed Jack. "But next time I see you, I'm gonna fuck you silly."
"Sounds like a plan."
After getting his things together, now fully clothed, Jack threw his rug sack over his shoulder and followed Sam down to the front door. "Time to go, then," Jack said, sadly.
"Yup, guess so," replied Sam.
Jack wrapped an arm around his boyfriend's waist, pulled him close, and kissed him hard on the mouth. "You don't feel weird?"
"What a stupid question!" said Sam.
"Sam... it's just..."
"Hey, -listen- to me!" Sam interrupted. "You were the one who said it was meant to be. And it is. It only feels weird because we haven't told anybody. We will. Just not yet, you know?"
"Alright," said Jack, "it's just that we're treading on eggshells -- somebody will find out sooner or later. Remember Jamie?"
"To hell with Jamie! And to hell with everybody else, if they don't accept it. We just look out for one another."
With that, Jack embraced Sam, and whispered in his ear, "nothing else matters, right?"
"That's right. That's what you told me."
"Okay."
Jack stepped outside, took one last look into that flawless, angelic face, then turned and left for home. Sam watched him leave, only returning inside once he had disappeared from sight.
(( THIS FIRST CHAPTER OF THE SECOND SERIES IS DEDICATED TO EVERY SINGLE PERSON WHO EMAILED ME SINCE THE BEGINNING OF WANTING SAM ))
Well jeez, what can I say, the boys are back. I don't think Jack and Sam would have made it through their second chapter if not for the praise and emails I had back from people. You KNOW who you are. Thank you so much as always and thoughts welcome atkazztheanonman@googlemail.com.
If you'd like to know, I'm planning on making this another ten-part series. Welcome to the town of Gretchenway (where I have set previous stories in the past, not just the erotic ones!) and of course, welcome to a whole new series.