Wanting Sam - Part 4 -------------------------------
The weekend went by, slowly but surely. It was quite ironic that I had been looking forward to having time off from school as usual but now couldn't wait to return for the simple reason of seeing Sam again. Unfortunately, it was one of those weekends where everybody was either too "busy" or too lazy to get up and do anything, so I was void of company except for the parents. I knew that Sam and Owain were big family guys, so they probably had their genuine reasons. Oscar was probably too busy whacking off over numerous females on Facebook, which wasn't a pastime I wished to be involved in. I honestly had no idea what the hell Jimmy got up to - he was big into the whole gaming thing so was probably shut up playing Call of Duty or pretending to be an elf on that bloody Elder Scrolls game.
Regardless, I managed to entertain myself. I couldn't be bothered being a recluse so went out biking on the Saturday and had a few cheeky beers with Dad on the Sunday out in the garden. I nodded and smiled at all his crude jokes and pretended to be interested when the topic of girls was brought up again.
"You'll be left on the shelf if you don't hurry up, boy!" he said.
"Don't worry Dad, I told you I got my eye on one," I politely replied, trying not to cringe in guilt. Oh God, what if he ever knew?
"That's my boy! Stay away from that Williams girl, though!" he sniggered at this ongoing joke. "Her Mother, I tell you boy, she-"
"Yes, yes, I know," I cut in. "Proper scarlet woman back in the day."
"Aye boy, that's right. Don't touch her with a barge pole!"
Don't worry, Dad, I thought. I prefer cock. Now that wouldn't have been subtle, but I was curious as to how he would react. He would probably laugh, even if I made it out to be a joke.
Oh, well. Take it day by day.
Monday morning came, as it always did. Normally, I would've awoken with the typical can't-be-bothered-to-get-up groan. Instead, I lay still, gazing up at the ceiling, reflecting on what had happened with Sam and wondering how he would react today. Half of me felt all nervous and I could feel the butterflies fluttering impatiently about in my stomach. The other half was stricken with fear - what if something was said by Sam? What if someone found out? What if? What if? But I disregarded that feeling without hesitation. I couldn't be bothered to live in fear - it was a waste of time.
I arrived for registration later than I meant to, just after 09:00. The rest of the class had already arrived. I half expected Sam to be absent as I walked in, too embarrassed, perhaps, to face me after the Friday. But nope, there he was, sitting next to Owain, Jimmy and Oscar in our normal corner of the classroom. All eyes were on me, including those of our tutor, Mr Jones, who immediately commented on my late arrival. "Ah, nice of you to join us, Mr -"
Before he could finish, however, Oscar joined in. "Jacky boy, where ya been!? Take a seat, man!"
"Oscar, please calm down," Mr Jones warned. "Jack, please be seated."
I did so. Mr Jones was a strict man but of good nature - he didn't ask why I was late. I sat between Oscar and Sam. Don't make things awkward, Sam had told me. But this was harder than I thought. I glanced at Sam quickly, feeling my face redden, and managed a "hey, alright?" before looking straight ahead towards Mr Jones again, who had resumed talking about whatever it was that most of us teenagers deemed unimportant in our daily lives.
"Yeah, fine," Sam whispered. "You?"
I swallowed nervously. "Yeah, good". This was stupid. I couldn't talk to him normally with everybody surrounding us. "Uh, good weekend?" I finished lamely.
"Good, yeah. Same old, you know."
And that was the end of that for now. I could feel my secret schoolboy crush next to me, his presence, his comfort, but I couldn't look at him. I glanced down and, unintentionally, stole a glance to the right and found myself looking straight at his crotch. Woops. I averted my eyes quickly, and then, thank God, Sam broke down the wall of awkwardness and whispered to me again. "Oi, no peeking."
This brought a smile to my face and I felt a weight lift off my shoulders. So our adventure was to continue without doubt from either side. I felt myself drifting away and could hear voices in the background but didn't listen to what they were saying. Mr Jones talking, Oscar going on about meaningless bullshit, other fragments of conversation somewhere in another world. Oh, Sam, thank you, thank you, thank you...
I was snapped back to reality by Oscar's pleasant voice. "Come on, fuckers!" he said. "Time to go!"
I was looking forward to Biology - not because Biology was especially a preferred subject of mine, but because Sam and I were in a higher class than the other boys, meaning that it was only the two of us. No distractions! We took our seats at the back of the class - each desk in the class contained space for two people to sit together and were all evenly spaced out, so finally I had found sanctuary and privacy with Sam. Now I could feel free to say whatever I wanted. I needed to get a few things out of the way first.
As our Biology teacher began to write the summary of the lesson on the whiteboard and people prepared their books, I faced Sam and looked into those beautiful blue eyes without anything stopping me. "I wasn't peeking, earlier!" I said to him, not able to withhold a grin, "I was just, uh, resting my eyes."
"Yeah, whatever you say, mister," he replied, raising his eyebrows. Did he actually pluck them? Looked like it. "You're just dirty."
"You just have a dirty mind!" I retorted. "I would never do that."
"Alright, settle down, people, settle down!" the teacher shouted, much more loudly than he needed to. Why do they do that? "Open your books to page 68. We'll be making a start on the second chapter of acids and alkalines..."
The voice retreated into the background and Sam's lovely voice took over. Quietly, he said, "no point in pretending, you know you want it."
Bloody hell. He was getting into the moment. Then, surprised, I felt his hand wrap around my wrist. I looked at him, confused. He lifted up my hand gently and placed it onto his crotch. I was speechless. And a little worried. I surveyed the desks around us and saw that all eyes were forward. Fair enough, but what a daredevil!
"My turn," I heard him say in the same low pitch.
Oh. My. God. I started rubbing him gently and felt him harden almost instantly. How long had he waited for this? I couldn't believe his determination. We both looked forward, like the rest of the class, to disguise our naughty experiment underneath the table. Still, this was risky, anybody might see!
It wasn't long until the blood rushed from my brain to a more appropriate area and I forgot my worries. I rubbed Sam harder and could feel his dick twitching underneath those oh-so-tight school trousers. There was no way he could dare make a sound but I could hear him breathing heavily. That familiar lust took control of me and I couldn't stop myself from what happened next. I moved my hand up and straight down into his trousers in one swift motion. I felt him tremble but he didn't stop me.
Finally, I had hold of Sam's hard dick. He was a big boy considering how skinny he was! And, amazingly, I could feel the tickle of pubes on the side of my hand. Well, well, Sam!
I began jerking him off as best I could, managing to do a pretty good job considering the small amount of room I had to work with inside his boxers. He was leaking precum and it wasn't long before my hand became caked with his juices. Although I was rather distracted with my new found occupation of pleasuring my friend, I made sure to keep an eye on the other pupils around me as well our teacher who, luckily, continued the lesson in his loud, distinct voice.
I turned back quickly to face Sam. He had his eyes squeezed shut and was breathing heavier by the second. Damn, Sam, quieten down! I thought. He leant slightly closer to me, and as coherently as possible said, "Jack, I.. uhhh, I'm gonna..."
No stopping us now. I tightened my grip on his cock and, as I did so, felt it ambitiously harden to its full potential. That meant only one thing. Without any further warning, I felt the flow of hot, sticky semen. How the hell Sam managed to silence himself through the orgasm, I don't know. He shot stream after stream of cum and I positioned my hand so that I could catch most of it in my palm.
When he finished, I withdrew my hand and held it over my mouth, giving the impression that I was actually contemplating on what was being said by the teacher. Luckily, the semen piled into my hand was still pretty thick, and I proceeded to lap it all up with my tongue and swallowed as much as I could. There wasn't a lot else I could do. As for any leftovers, I guess a trip to the toilet for a quick cleanup would be necessary after the lesson.
I'm happy to say, however, that Sam tasted brilliant. He looked on he verge of just fainting on his desk. He looked straight at me with that angelic smile and whispered, "thank you."
"Anytime, Sam," I whispered back.
What a start to the day. Please let this adventure continue, I thought. Please. In the meanwhile, there was work to be done. Oh well, the first part of the lesson was over.
Glad to say I quite enjoyed it!