Date: Tue, 01 Nov 2016 22:10:08 +0000
From: puermalo14@hushmail.com
Subject: sam's sex adventures

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SAM'S SEX ADVENTURES   PART 9

Characters:
Sam (12)
Amir (12), Sam's classmate

Sam's class had just been set a science project for which they would have
to work collaboratively in pairs. There was a little commotion when their
teacher had announced the pairings, rather than letting the kids decide for
themselves, but Sam was happy enough when he was told that he'd be working
alongside Amir. For one thing, Amir happened to be quite good at science
and always achieved good grades. Although Sam wasn't lazy himself, at least
he was pleased he would be able to rely on Amir's aptitude and effort to
some extent.

Amir's academic prowess was not the only reason that Sam was pleased
however. He desperately wanted to get up to mischief with Amir; fun and
games of a sexual nature, naturally. He had seen the Asian boy's nakedness
on several occasions in the school showers, admiring the boy's slim body,
slender legs and cute rear. Watching the water trickle down the dark skin
of his back and running over those peachy cheeks could get Sam hard in
seconds (not always the best policy for a schoolboy in a changing room with
lots of other lads!). Sam was also intrigued by the cock of the Asian
boy. It was a good three-incher, dangling below a neat bush of black, wiry
hairs. What's more, it was circumcised, unlike his own and those of most of
his classmates. He knew just how sensitive his own cock-head was and
wondered if Amir's was the same. Now, that would be a science project worth
investigating! As things turned out, it was to be a science project about
the human body. Amir suggested `blood circulation and the heart' as a
focus, Sam readily agreed and they began to plan their approach.

"We could start by investigating heart rates and so on," suggested Amir.

"What do you mean?" asked Sam.

"Like, if you're sitting still your heart beats slowly and if you're
running around it beats faster."

"Yeah, right," Sam agreed, "We could take different measurements after
different activities, maybe."

"Good idea," Amir smiled, "Then draw charts and stuff to show the results."

"Tell you what," Sam enthused, "Why don't you come around to my place after
school and we'll do some investigating or whatever?"

"That should be okay," said Amir, "I'll check with my parents first but as
it is schoolwork I'm sure they'll say yes."

When I say `investigating' it isn't schoolwork I have in mind, thought Sam!

...

Amir arrived at Sam's house at 4.30 and Sam let him in. Sam's mother was in
the kitchen and his brother, Josh, was at an after-school soccer practice.
Sam introduced Amir.

"This is Amir, mum," he announced, "We're doing a science thing together."

"That's nice, dear," she replied, "Hello, Amir."

"How do you do, Mrs..."

"...hey, c'mon!" Sam interrupted, bustling his classmate back through the
kitchen door, "Let's go to my room and make a start."

Upstairs in Sam's bedroom, everything started quite innocently. Sam opened
his laptop and they googled `heart rate'. Amir scribbled down a few notes.

"It depends on things like age and body size," he said.

"Hey, I didn't know the heart was a muscle," said Sam.

"Yeah, muscles are everywhere in your body," explained Amir, "Not just your
arms and legs."

"Is the cock a muscle?" Sam joked.

"Don't be disgusting!"

"No, I'm being serious!" Sam retorted (even though he wasn't), "it acts
like a muscle, doesn't it...you know making it big and so on."

"You're just being crude," said Amir, "Let's get on with the project."

For a while, they worked seriously. Writing a few notes here and discussing
a few facts there. It wasn't long before Sam returned to his little quest.

"Let's measure our heart rates," he suggested. "We've been sitting still
for a bit. We can measure them, then do something energetic and then
measure them again."

"That sounds a good start," Amir replied, "You take mine first."

"Okay, what do I do?"

Amir held an arm out, "Feel my pulse with your fingers."

Sam obliged, "Hey, I can feel it...bump...bump...bump..."

"Right, now count how many there are in a minute."

Amir looked at his watch, "Ready...go!"

Sam held his friend's wrist and duly counted the youngster's throbbing
pulse.

"Stop!" said Amir, as the minute ran out, "How many?"

"Seventy-four."

Amir wrote the information down, "Now I'll count yours, Sam."

"Wait," said Sam, "You know how our project is about hearts, right?"

"Yeah...so?"

"Well, why don't you actually count my heartbeats instead of my pulse?"

"It'll be the same, silly! Besides, it's much easier to take someone's
pulse."

"Aw, go on!" Sam complained, "Let's try...just to be see."

Amir gave way, "Okay...but it won't make any difference."

Sam quickly discarded his school tie and opened the front of his white
shirt, exposing the smoothness of his young chest. Amir reached out and put
his hand flat on his friend's warm torso, moving it around searching for
signs of a heartbeat.

"I can just feel it," Amir said.

"Okay, start counting and I'll time a minute."

The feel of his friend's hand on his naked chest was exciting Sam and he
could feel his little cock stiffening. It wasn't surprising when Amir
concluded the rate was nearly ninety bpm.

"So, now what?" said Sam, as Amir dropped his hand and wrote down the data.

"Well, we need to do something energetic and then take readings again."

"Energetic?"

"Yes, like running up and down the stairs maybe."

"I don't think my mum will like that," Sam fibbed.

"Well how about doing press-ups?"

Sam finally bit the bullet, "Maybe we should have a wank. That's got to be
very energetic!"

"That's a sin," reproached, "We should not talk of such things."

"Like you don't wank, then?" Sam said sarcastically.

"No, it is not allowed by my religion."

"You're lying...I bet you wank all the time!"

"We mustn't talk about this. It is wrong."

"Okay, then," Sam was getting quite bold now, "let's not talk about it and
just do it instead!"

"No, it is bad."

"I'll go first," said Sam, already undoing the front of his trousers.

Amir seemed to give up his protestations and stood in front of Sam watching
him. Sam, already erect, had soon pulled his 3.5 inches of boyhood from the
top of his underpants. He toyed with it briefly as if presenting it for
Amir's inspection. Then he began to wank it between his fingers, sliding
the foreskin back and forth over the head.

"Your cock's different, isn't it?" he said at last.

"Yes, I am Muslim so I was circumcised when I was a baby."

"I've never seen a circumcised cock," Sam lied again, "can I see yours?"

"No."

"Aw, go on...just so we can compare," Sam pleaded, "in the interests of
scientific study," he added slyly.

"I will show you," Amir agreed, "but just a quick look, okay...and I'm not
going to play with it like you're doing."

Sam was busily wanking now and had allowed his clothing to ride down to
below his hips. He could now also play with his balls that were now exposed
and jiggling in their small, hairless bag.

Amir undid the top of his trousers and pulled his boxers forward, "There,
look," he offered.

Sam, still with a hand around his little cock, took a step closer and
peered into the opening. He was pleased to see that Amir's cock, whilst not
fully hard, was certainly far from being in a flaccid state. Amir released
the elasticated top of his boxers and they flipped back, concealing his
privates once again.

"That was too quick," Sam complained, "Show me properly."

"No way!"

"Spoil-sport! I only want to compare, that's all."

Amir gave in once more. If truth were known, he was finding the whole thing
quite titillating but he didn't want Sam to notice his growing arousal. He
tried counting to fifty, just to concentrate on something unrelated in the
hope that his erection would shrivel, and once more opened his boxers.

"Fuck, you're hairy!" Sam gasped, admiring the neat bush of wiry hairs at
the base of the steadily growing penis.

"I'm just a little ahead of you in puberty, that's all."

"It isn't all!" Sam grinned, "Your cock's bigger too. Let me see the
circumcised bit."

Amir manoeuvred his cock so it was sticking out over the top of his boxers,
feigning reluctance but secretly proud of his endowment.

Sam shuffled forward and touched the tip of his own stiffness against
Amir's.

"Wow! It's gotta be 5 inches!" he exclaimed.

"Fourteen centimetres, actually!" Amir responded, rather giving the game
away that he was not as innocent as he professed and was regularly taking
measurements (14cm is about 5.5 inches).

"And do you cum much?" Sam continued, "I bet you do!"

"Maybe," said Amir furtively.

"I bet it squirts out a mile!"

"Not a mile...but yes, it squirts."

"Prove it...make it squirt!"

"I dunno, it is bad to do this together,"

"It's our secret. Go on, let me see how much you squirt."

Amir's hard cock, at its full 5.5 inches, seemed to be saying much the same
thing. It wasn't going to get soft now unless it was dealt with. Amir began
to wank it slowly, using a technique Sam had never come across. Amir's palm
rested above the cock rather than under it, a finger and thumb near the
base. The pink, cut head disappearing and reappearing with each stroke.

"That looks cool," said Sam, "I can't wait to have a bigger cock so I can
hold it like that."

Amir acknowledged with a little grunt, concentrating on his masturbation
activity.

"Hey, look," Sam went on, delightedly showing Amir the little smear of
precum that was coating his own cock-head. "Neat, eh?!"

Sam began to move his fingers up and down his little boycock with
increasing speed. His hairless balls pulled up tight as he felt the
beginnings of the impending finale.

Amir was also rapidly rubbing. With his free hand, he was retrieving a
handkerchief from the pocket of his school trousers.

"What's that for?" Sam asked.

"It's to catch my stuff in," Amir replied, rather out of breath now.

"No, come over here," Sam ordered, "Shoot it on my desktop."

"It'll make a mess."

"No worries...I wanna see it coming out...we can clean it up afterwards."

The two youngsters shuffled towards Sam's desk as best they could with
trousers dropped to their knees, each continuing to wank.

"Are you cumming yet?" Sam asked.

"Yeah...any moment."

"Let me finish you..."

"Do it quick...I'm nearly there."

Sam finally took Amir's boyhood and wanked him. It felt so hot and hard in
his hand. Amir put his hands behind his head, enjoying every blissful
moment. He pushed his hips forward so his cock was virtually resting on the
edge of the worktop. Then, with a small guttural cry, he spent his hot
load. A thin rope of boycum spurted out, leaving a trail across the
desktop, with the furthest droplets extending almost to the opposite side.

"Fucking hell!" exclaimed Sam, as another pulse followed. Not as strong as
the first, it was followed by three or four little pulses. Sam felt each
throb in his hand. Amir, his eyes closed tightly, made a whimpering sound
of approval.

All this excitement was bringing Sam to the edge. "Finish me...please!" he
begged.

Amir did so, taking the little cock in his fingers and jerking it.

"Here it is!" Sam exclaimed.

It was not, of course, as powerful as Amir's ejaculation, neither did it
equal the quantity, but both boys were rewarded by a few droplets of clear
fluid that soon decorated the desktop alongside Amir's sticky, white
trail. They stood for a few moments as their orgasms subsided. Sam broke
the silence.

"You shot loads," he said, "Do you normally make that much?"

"Sometimes," Amir replied, "But that was a biggie, even for me!"

Sam found a tissue but it didn't suffice to clean up the viscous mess. Amir
came to the rescue with his handkerchief, wiping up the last of the
evidence of two boys' ejaculates.

"I'd better get home," he said.

"What about the science project?" Sam asked.

"How about tomorrow?" suggested Amir, "It's the weekend so I could come in
the afternoon, if you like."

"Yeah, that would be great!" said Sam, "We could work on the project and
then maybe...?"

"Maybe...wait and see!" said Amir, with a big grin.

Sam was excited. He knew his parents would be out shopping and his brother,
Josh, would be at soccer, so he reckoned they would have the house to
themselves. More time and freedom meant that he and Amir could maybe take
things further next time. He couldn't wait!