Date: Thu, 20 Aug 2015 03:08:08 +0000
From: M.J Jackman <reedofc@hotmail.com>
Subject: A New Family--Chapter 8

Dinner that evening was filled with laughter and joking. Liam was
positively at ease with his new living assignments and his new guardians.
He joked and pawed at Jason and Jack all evening. He was a bundle of energy
that everyone else could barely help but latch onto. Sam and Logan were
both still reeling from their experiences just a few hours earlier.
Certainly, both boys couldn't stop thinking about their mutual ejaculation
experience. It was something that both boys had certainly done before, but
they had never released their loads in front of another person before. But
both felt that it was one of the most exciting experiences of their
lives. And that's to say nothing of the brief, passionate kiss they shared.

Logan in particular couldn't stop thinking of the feeling of Sam's bright
lips pushing against his. He had never felt more at ease with someone or
more attached to another human in his life. Logan had had a few crushes and
a couple girlfriends in his short life, but he had never felt anything like
he felt for Sam, and they had only known each other for a single day!  All
he could think about was Sam. Sitting next to each other at the dinner
table, he began to study everything he could about Sam. He watched the way
his lips curled when he took a sip of water. He took several large sniffs,
inhaling Sam's intoxicating scent. He watched the muscles clenched in his
forearm when he grabbed his fork. He was overcome by his friend.

Conversation at the dinner table ranged from recounting everyone's days to
talking about plans for the weekend. Sam and Logan were certainly surprised
to hear about Liam's exciting day at the office, and both were secretly
jealous of what the young boy had got to witness. But Liam was also very
inquisitive about the boys' shaving experience.

"So you shaved off all of your hair on your penis? That's weird. Timmy's
dad had a lot of hair!"

The men and young men chuckled at Liam's innocence. After a quick bowl of
ice cream, it was almost 9pm. While cleaning the table and doing the
dishes, Logan noticed the time and instructed Liam that it was time for his
shower. Liam dashed out of the kitchen and up towards the top floor.

"He's a real handful!" Sam exclaimed "You got the right. I get exhausted
just keeping up with his conversation, to say nothing of his legs," replied
Jason

Just then Sam received a text from his mom, asking for him to come home.
"I'm so sorry, but my mom needs me back at the house. Thanks so much for
dinner. It was great!" Sam said.  "Oh, it's been our pleasure, Sam, come
over anytime." Jack said "Thanks Coach. I'll just see myself out."  "Oh,
Logan, why don't you walk Sam back over to his house. I'm sure that'll be a
trip you two start making pretty frequently." Jack responded, with a slight
twinkle in his eye.  "Um, yeah, ok." Logan seemed embarrassed about the
prospect of walking his friend home, but only because he had no idea how to
process what was going on inside himself.

 The boys gathered Sam's stuff, and began to head out into the crisp cool
air.  "Oh, one more thing, Logan, is he going to be all right up there, or
should one of us check on him?" Asked Jack about Liam.  "He should be fine,
but you might want to make sure he isn't flooding the bathroom or
anything."  "Will do, son." Replied Jack, instinctively, not even thinking
about what he had just said."

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The night was cool, and Sam immediately shivered in his shorts and tank top
once the boys started walking. Logan unzipped the hoodie he was wearing and
offered it to Sam.  "Naw, you'll be cold then." Said Sam.  "No, it's really
Ok. I'll be fine." Logan pushed the hoodie into Sam's hands.  Sam took the
sweatshirt and put it on.

"So, um, I didn't know Coach was gay." Sam brought up the subject that was
swimming in his mind.  "Well, I certainly didn't know either until last
night when I met them."  "You've only been here a day? You guys already
seem like a family."  "Um, yeah, it's been a pretty crazy few days."

Logan began to explain what he and his brother had gone through in the past
few days. He poured out his heart to Sam, and Sam immediately began aching
for Logan. It was clear that there hadn't really ever been a stable source
of love in his life. Sam's eyes welled up, as Logan began to choke up
talking about the abuse the had suffered. Logan had never before spoken
about this part of his life so freely with someone. But that was how he
felt with Sam, free. Free to do whatever, to say whatever, to be whatever.

They arrived at Sam's house, and the boys walked towards the door. The
porch steps creaked as the walked up them, filling a brief silence. Both
boys could barely comprehend what the feeling was between each other.

Sam spoke first. "Logan, I'm so sorry. No one deserves to go what you've
gone through. But I hope you know that I'll be here for you."  Logan burst
into tears at the sound of this final words. He fell into Sam's arms,
pressing his face into Sam's neck.  "It's all right, Logan. I'm here."
Logan cried for a few more minutes and the boys never broke their
embrace. Logan pulled himself together, feeling the Sam's chest heave
beside his. His big, deep breaths calmed and relaxed his shaking body.  Sam
lifted Logan's head and stared into his eyes. No word was spoken, but both
boys knew what their bodies were telling them to do.  They pushed their
lips together. The kiss was light at first. Their soft mouths brushing
against each other. But they didn't let go. Their mouths simultaneously
relaxed and opened up to each other's exploring and probing tongues. And
while it was only a short kiss, it seemed like eternity for the two young
men. Their lips parted, breathless.

The two boys panted, staring intently into each other's eyes.  "Sam, is
that you out there?" The boys jumped hearing Sam's mom call from inside,
their moment of connection broken.  "Um, yeah, mom, I"ll be right there."
Sam said this, still not breaking his deep stare into Logan's eyes. He gave
Logan a short, tender kiss. Their full lips opening for each other.  "Good
night." Sam said, pulling away from his friend, and opening the door into
his home.

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Logan couldn't believe what had just happened. He started the short walk
back to his new home, and he couldn't help but think through all the crazy
events of the day and night. He was utterly exhausted, but at the same
time, he had never felt the feelings that were boiling inside of him. Was
this what a true friendship felt like, he wondered. Was this love?

Logan opened the front door to Jack and Jason's house and was bumped out of
his reverie by the sounds of Liam bursting into laughter.  Logan followed
the sounds of laughter downstairs into the lower level entertainment
room. Liam was watching a random cartoon. He was sprawled out one couch
while Jack and Jason were snuggled on the other couch. Jason was leaning
his head on Jack's shoulder. While Jack reached his arm around his lover
and was lightly massaging his chest. through the openings between the
buttons of his shirt. Logan went and sat next to his little brother. Liam
practically jumped onto his big brother.

"It took you long enough to get back! I missed you." Liam said while his
brother held is small body in his arms.  "Hey, I wasn't gone that
long. You'll be fine." Logan playfully tossed his brother onto the couch
and started tickling his little brother. He straddled his muscular legs
over his brothers small body, never stopping his ticklish torture. Liam was
uncontrollable. His giggles filled the room, and Jack and Jason couldn't
help but laugh along at the boyish playfulness that was taking place right
in front of them.

Eventually, Logan stopped tickling Liam, but only after immense pleading on
Liam's part. The two boys spooned into each other, Logan being the big
spoon, and Liam pushing back into Logan. After a few minutes of trying to
get comfortable, Liam asked if he could take off his shirt. Since their
were no objections from anyone in the room, He pulled his shirt over his
head and retook his position back in Logan's arms. Liam used his brother's
bicep as a pillow, and pulled Logan's other arm over his bare torso, and
pulled it in close to his chest. LIam loved when his brother held him this
way. He loved feeling Logan's deep breaths push against his back. As the
cartoons continued on, sleep fell over everyone in the room. And so,
brother and brother dozed off, entwined in each other. As did lover and
lover, Jason relaxing into Jack's heaving chest.

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After Logan had left, Sam had helped his mom move some furniture around the
living room. But he couldn't stop thinking about Logan's tender, pink,
lips. Sam had always known that he was attracted to boys, ever since he got
a huge crush on his babysitter at age 9. He had always craved for a male
figure in his life, as his own father had abandoned him and his mother when
he was just 2 years old. He had never met his father, and his mother had
refused to date anyone else after his dad left. She always told Sam that it
was so she could focus on raising him, but he always wished that she would
find someone else. Sam had tried to make up for his lack of father by
taking strongly to the various coaches he had been under. But he certainly
had never been under a coach that seemed as comforting and encouraging as
Coach Jack did. And he was gay too! Sam had always felt that it was strange
for him to be a gay boy who wasn't effeminate or out-spoken. But now he had
met Coach, who instantly disproved what Sam's notions of being gay
meant. Sam's mind returned to Logan's lips. He had met a boy who, from what
he could tell, was going through every and all of his same feelings.

Sam's mother was finished in the living room and decided to head to
bed. Sam went to his own room. It was still messy, full of boxes, and
clothes, boxers, and jock straps strewn about the floor. It was a rather
typical room for a teenage athlete. Sam was exhausted, he stripped down to
his boxers, remembering that he had put these on while Logan was watching
him. He flicked the light off and collapsed into his unmade bed.

Moonlight streamed in through his window, landing on Sam's tan chest. His
smooth chest glowed in blue light. Sam couldn't get Logan and all the
events of the day out of his head. He began caressing his chest, flicking
at his large nipples, and brushing over his taut abs as thoughts of Logan's
lips poured into his mind. He began to imagine what it would be like to
have Logan's pink lips gently kissing his pecs and chest. Exploring the
canals between his abs with his tongue and playing with his belly
button. Sam's cock had reached full hardness and was straining for release
from his tight boxer briefs. Sam obliged and pushed his hand under the
elastic band. At first contact of hand and cock, Sam let out a quiet
gasp. It never got old. That indescribable feeling of touching yourself,
exploring your body, pleasuring it. Sam pushed his boxers off his waist,
lifting is round cheeks into the air to slide them off.

Now naked, Sam spit on his hand and began jacking his cock. Sam imagined
Logan's lips kissing his shaved shaft, licking his smooth balls, searching
for his taint. Sam's legs spread open, his boner standing straight up, and
his pink, virgin hole being tickled with the air now flowing between his
legs. Sam licked middle finger, imagining that it was Logan's hard
prick. He swallowed the finger, slurping it and getting it wet, all while
his other hand kept rubbing his cock. His hole twitched. It needed to be
filled. Sam moved his wet finger down to his beckoning hole. He pushed it
in slowly. His breath was taken away. He imagined what it would be like to
have Logan on top of him, pushing his hard, pink mushroom head into his
opening hole. He wondered what it would be like to look up into Logan's
green eyes, his red hair glistening in the moonlight. Sam began exploring
his hole with his finger, and then another. And then another. Three
independent fingers exploring the sides of his tight sphincter, searching
for his virgin prostrate. Sam's balls began to ascend, they ached for
release. Sam quickened the pace of both hands, grabbing his cock firmly,
and shoving his fingers in ever further. His breath grew quick. His abs
heaved in the moonlight. He was ready. Was this what it would be like to
have Logan fuck him? He imagined Logan's piercing eyes staring back into
his own, his soft voice whispering, "I'm going to cum!" With that thought,
Sam's cock spewed its precious seed all over his body. The first shot hit
the wall behind his bed, the second landed on his left nipple, and
subsequent shots pooled into the tunnels of his abs, or dripped down his
red shaft and into his spread legs. Sam pulled each finger out, one at a
time. When all three were out, his hole gaped, longing to be filled
again. Sam took a finger and began scooping up the creamy mess off of his
chest. He licked each cum covered finger slowly. He wondered if Logan's
semen would taste different than his. Would it be salty, or would it be
sweet. Sam licked each finger clean, leaving not a drop of cum behind on
his body. After his midnight snack, he slowly relaxed into a daze. His
sweaty naked body still illuminated by the moonlight. He dozed off into a
dream, thinking about what it would be like to have Logan right there with
him. Relaxing into his heavy chest. Their bodies in sync with each other,
their pleasures fulfilled. He drifted out as a light rain began to hit the
window.

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