Wanting Sam -------------- Part 7
The after-school routine that Sam and I now followed had now become the norm for both of us; very much like a regular couples routine, except one which was clouded in secrecy. The sexual activities we engaged in were unknown to all family and friends, acquaintances and the whole of society itself.
The silly rumour going around that states homosexuality is now seen as a contemporary, normal thing is bullshit. It is more accepting than it used to be, but hear what I say; if I and Sam were to walk down the streets of our town, the corridors of our school, hand in hand, like a heterosexual couple would, people would stare. Remarks would be made. We would, without a doubt, always have the risk of having the crap beating out of us, or even killed in some cases.
Look at the stances against gay marriage by adult authority figures, the simple views of being a "gayboy" by people like Jamie White. That is proof that it is still going to take a long time for us to be accepted. Especially when you're only 14 years of age and in Comprehensive School.
For now, I think you and I agree, the relationship between my beautiful boyfriend Sam and I is best to remain secret.
07:00pm sharp, ever single night, is time for dinner and for those attempted conversations we teenagers try to have with the 'rents, as we say. Never fails to amuse me.
"When you inviting her over then, boy?" my Dad asked, through a mouthful of food. My father was a lovely man, but his eating habits were atrocious. Oh well, I'm sure he'd have a lot to say about me if he knew I was--
"Leave the poor boy alone, Michael!" my mother cut in.
"Hey, now, now, I'm just asking him when the girlfriend is coming over," my Dad grinned foolishly. "Who's on the list, then?" "No girls at the moment, Dad," I replied, careful not to emphasise the word "girls" too much, although that seemed like the natural thing to do. "Still keeping a look out for somebody!"
"Bloody hell, Michael," my Mum sighed. "He's only 14, for gods sake. These kids are getting into relationships and falling into love too early for their own good."
"Why no, girl! Don't be stupid. Why, when I was his age, I remember--" "Michael!" my Mum warned. "I don't think stories of your young antics are for the dinner table or for ladies. You two may resume male bonding and whatever else you wish to talk about when I am not present!"
I laughed. She said this in the most light-hearted way she could manage; my Mother generally wasn't a strict lady, but had to keep control of my old man now and again. I suppose she had been doing it for years.
My Dad continued to chuckle to himself. Now that was over, I could resume eating. I bit into another chunk of pork sausage that I had had pinned to my fork through most of the conversation.
"Mmm, can't go wrong with your sausages and mash, Mum!" I said
"Well, we know that sausages are your favourite, boy!" came my Dad's reply.
Somehow, I stopped myself from choking on my food.
On the Friday, I ended up retiring to my bed alone for the first time in what seemed like ages. Sam and "the other Sam", as the inside joke went between the guys when it came to referring to Samuel's sister, were attending a family event that evening. Therefore I was forced to lay alone and without my boy. I thought I would be driven crazy with horniness without him there with me, but for once I just felt a sense of temporary loss. Physically I wanted him next to me, but my sex drive didn't jump through the roof as it normally did.
When it came to wanting Sam, those particular wants varied; lust, love and a longing for him to just be there. I missed him badly. I curled up on my bed and tucked my knees into my chest, sighing to myself irregularly and thinking of only him. Sam. When would I see him again? I wondered. He only lived a few blocks away, but I needed him. I wanted him. Now! Those blue eyes, the silky black hair, every living breathing part of him.
Just as I began to drop off at around 08:00, exhausted from that teenage prison we call school, my mobile phone rang suddenly, scaring the shit out of me. I cursed, rolled over and picked it off my bedside table. One new message. From Sam. It read: 'Hiya, it's me. Just wondering if you wanted to hang out tomorrow. Got an empty house? Sammy x".
I put the mobile down, lay back on my bed and felt a wave of euphoria wash over me. Empty house indeed – did that mean that the activity I so wished to indulge in was going to take place? As images of Sam bent over with his inviting, bare bum in the air infiltrated my mind, that feeling of pure love disappeared abruptly and my dick decided to become my new brain. God I wanted to *fuck *him silly!
That was it. The blood in my body filled both the primal part of my brain and the raging monster that was my penis inside my pants. Without undoing a button or zip, I viscously pulled my jeans down to my ankles and took a hold of myself. Oh god I was so horny. I had no time to be gentle. I spat in the palm of my hand and began to lube myself up with saliva. I closed my eyes shut and pretended that it was Sam's hands, preparing me for penetration. Then I began to talk to myself as I jerked off, mimicking both mine and Sam's voice.
"You ready for it, Sam? You ready for me inside you, baby?"
"Oh yeah, Jacky. Yeah, fill me up."
"Ok, here we go, oh you're so fucking tight, Sammy!"
"You're huge. Oh, god!"
"Don't worry, I'll be gentle. Oh yeah, I'm fucking you, I'm fucking you Sammy. I'm inside you!"
"Fuck my bum, Jacky. Fuck my bum. Oh yeah--"
It didn't take long. With the imaginary role play and the images that flew through my head, I soon felt every muscle surrounding my cock tighten up and then I came, quick and furious. I could feel the hot cum attacking my stomach as it flew out in violent streams. In my mind, though, it was going inside Sam's belly. Through groans and gritted teeth, I finished the role play, "yeah, oh fuck yeah I'm cumming inside you. Ohhh God dammit yeah..."
Now I could think logically. I let my head fall back onto the pillow, and waiting for my breathing to return to normal. When it did, I picked my mobile back up, and text back to Sam - "Yeah, sounds great. An empty house is always a good thing. Jacky x".
Whilst waiting for the text back, I decided to take a trip to the bathroom so I could clean myself up. When I returned, one new message was available on my mobile. "Definitely. Maybe we can go further tomoz since it's quiet? Sammy x".
Oh my God. It was actually going to happen. I was going to make love to Sam. Fuck Sam. Whatever I wanted to define it as. All I knew is that I wanted every inch of me inside him within the next twenty-four hours. Smiling dreamily, I sent a final text, "I can't wait. Love you. Jack x".
I'm sorry it took so long, guys! Thanks for your ongoing support as always. I was going to write more in this chapter BUT I thought the loss of Sam's virginity should have its own chapter. And I get to tease you.
Thanks
Kazz