There are certain moments in our life that we look back on and class as perfect; flawless to the degree where we truly believe that it was meant to be. Destiny, if you will. As I lay above my best friend Samuel, savoring our first kiss together, there was no doubt in my mind that this was undeniably one of these moments.
For the first time, I had completely given into my new found feeling towards him and made my move. Nothing extreme - I had held the back of his head gently, pulled him towards me, and kissed him on the lips. Sam took great care of his body, both inside and out, and he tasted perfect. I couldn't believe that this was happening. He hadn't pulled away. He was nervous, as I was, but he hadn't rejected me.
His arms were still around me, and my right arm still held the back of his head, slowly caressing his smooth, jet-black hair. "This is going to be interesting," he had said. And how so it had been and was going to be. Now I looked into those blue eyes, and for every second I did, a mixture of lust and love invaded every part of my body. All blood pumped to my lower region, and my erection refused to subside.
I was then overtaken by emotion; a furious combination of desire, lust and love. I pulled him towards me again, a little more aggressively this time, and whispered in his ear, "I've wanted this for a long time, Sam." I could smell deodorant, the shampoo in his hair, and the slight odor of sweat. But that didn't matter. We're not perfect, are we? In fact, this reinforced the lust that have overtaken me and made all of this seem so much more primal. God, I wanted him. But I couldn't lose him - I had to take this slow.
My Samuel had always been the silent type; he looked straight back at me, his face still flushed (probably not so much more embarrassment anymore). There was about a ten second gap before he spoke. During that all we only listened to the outside world from my bedroom, where people went about their normal lives - a man was mowing his lawn somewhere, kids were shouting, and trees blew gently in the summer wind.
Then, "I kn-know, Jack. I think I wanted it to. I-", he cleared his throat, "-I didn't think it would come this far. I didn't think you wanted to-"
"Nor me," I said quietly. "I was so scared of you rejecting me."
Silence. Then, just like out of the movies, we came together again. This time, we were unrestricted. Somewhat like a girl, Sam let me take over him and spread a leg to either side of me and our crotches met. He was hard too. Oh yes, extremely. He had just kept it hidden well. We rubbed up against each other and I commenced the kissing. This time, he kissed back and our tongues began to entwine. We curiously began to explore one another's mouths, and Sam began to moan slightly in pleasure.
Oh god, this was amazing. I just wanted to bend him over and take him right there. But I had to treat him gently; this wasn't just a playmate, this was my friend and somebody who was possibly going to become something more to me in the future. Cheesy, I know, but I loved him.
Having saying that, I wasn't letting him go this evening without getting something. Continuing my lustful assault on his mouth, I lay his head back on my left forearm and slipped my right hand underneath his school shirt. Soft, smooth skin. Like I mentioned before; it could have been a girls. I rubbed him softly, resisting the urge to just shove my hand down his pants, and instead continued to derive my pleasure from down below by pushing my dick, covered only by a thin layer of cotton, up against his own rock hard member, and Sam quite happily mimicked my motions. I wanted him naked so bad, believe me. I wanted our bare dicks too touch.
There was no need though, As I said, I was clouded by my lust and thought nothing of the sensation building up inside me. It was too late by the time that I realized my dry humping had taken its toll and I was on the brink of orgasm. "Oh fuck, Sam, I shit-" I mumbled incoherently and started to ejaculate hard inside my boxers. "Oh, fuck me!" I groaned, not knowing what to do with myself. I must have shot five good streams of cum in the least.
Succumbing to the after effects of my orgasm, I fell on top of Sam, holding him close to me, not sure if he was aware of what had happened or not. What an elusive moment this was. Oh dear God, if Oscar and the crew could see us now!
That was never, ever going to happen.
"Er, Jack.." Sam murmured to me, "Jack, a bit... heavy, man..."
"Oh, sorry..." I climbed off him and sat on the edge of my bed, my physical needs satisfied, but my mind a maze of confusion. "I don't know what to say, Sam..."
To my surprise, he laughed. What a beautiful sound! "I don't think we need to say a lot, Jack," he said. He pulled himself up and sat next to me. "Best, um, keep this quiet from the boys though, yes?"
I turned to face him. "Yes," I smiled grimly, "probably a good idea."
Sam gave me a quick peck on the cheek and stood up. "I'd best go now, um, but I'll see you tomorrow, yeah? Don't make it too awkward, yeah?"
"Sure."
And off he went. I sat there, a naive, but happy, 14 year old boy and thought about what was to come in the following few weeks. A part of me was still dreadfully scared; what if Sam had a change of heart and suddenly felt disgusted with himself? I guessed only time would tell.
I heard the front door close. I quickly got up, walked to the upstairs window, and looked out. I watched as Sam began his journey back home and didn't take my eyes off him until he reached the corner and disappeared out of sight. From what I could see, I think he had a smile on his face.
Please, let that have been a smile on his face.
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