Date: Thu, 6 Jun 2019 23:19:30 +0700 From: Cofefe Subject: Getting to Know Sam Adult/Youth If there is any reason you should not be reading this gay fiction, whatever that reason is, then don't do it. Leave this site immediately. Donate to Nifty at the appropriate icon. This is not a true story. I wish it were. ++++++++++++++++++++++ School was out for the summer. After two weeks, I was already bored. At 14, I was the only one in the neighborhood my age. Everyone was either several years older or several years younger. So, I rode around the neighborhood on my bike by myself. As I rode by the Smith's house, I noticed Sam in his workshop, which was the fourth bay of a four bay free standing garage. I rode up to the door that was open to let in the non-existent fresh breeze. Sam was at the work bench facing the door. "Hey, Sam." "Hey, Mitch. What are you up to?" "Nothing. School's out for the summer and I'm bored." "Why don't you go swimming? That's what I used to do when I was your age." "I am, after lunch. Mornings are for swimming lessons at the pool." "Why don't you get a job?" "Can't. I have to be 15 to sack groceries or pump gas. I can mow your yard." "Nope, I do that." "That's what everyone says. What are you working on?" "I'm repairing this used sewing machine so that I can sell it, again. I sell new and used sewing machines and repair them." "I knew that." "Then why did you ask?" "I don't know." I looked around the workshop. It was well organized, neat and clean. I checked out Sam. He was kind of short for a man but he was build like a fire hydrant. Very thick with big muscles at his shoulders and arms. He was real hairy, too. His forearms were big and hairy and hair curled up over the neck hole of his tee shirt. He must have a hairy chest, I thought. I hadn't thought about hairy chests until about two years ago. Then that was all that I wanted to look at. There were several men in the neighborhood who mowed their grass with their shirts off. I would ride to the curb where I could watch them. I became a student of hairy chests wondering what it would be like to touch them and run my hands across their chests. Some men had big well developed chests but most men didn't. Sam had a big chest, a really big chest but he wasn't fat at all. "Sam, how old are you?" "31, why?" "I don't know. I couldn't tell." "How old are you?" "14, why?" "I don't know. I couldn't tell." I thought about leaving and riding my bike some more. "Sam?" "Yeah?" "You're not married are you?" "Nope" "Why not?" "Kinda nosy aren't you?" "Yeah, that's what everyone says." Sam laughed. Got up from his tall stool and got two cokes out the fridge standing next to the far wall. "Want one?" He held a coke out to me. "Sure. Thanks." He opened both with a church key he pulled out of a drawer and handed one to me. He pulled another tall stool up close to the work bench for me to sit on. "Sam, how come you have such huge muscles?" "Well, I like to lift weights." "Where are your weights?" "In the back room." He used his thumb to point over his shoulder to a door on the back wall that I had not noticed before." "Can I see?" "Sure. Go look." I opened the door to a room twice as large as the workshop. There was a weight bench. A rack of dumb bells and a rack of plates. The bar for the barbell plates was on the floor at the foot of the bed--a double bed. "Do you sleep out here?" "No, I sleep in my bedroom inside the house." "Why the bed?" "Sometimes I take a nap. But most times I like to lay down when I jack off." If I had been chewing gum, I would have swallowed it right then. "You jack off? I didn't know grown men jacked off." "All men jack off. It's no big deal. You jack off, don't you?" I couldn't answer. "Well, don't you?" "Yeah, I suppose so." "Well, you do or you don't. Which is it?" "Yeah, I do." "How many times a day?" "Huh?" "You heard me. How many times a day do you jack off?" "Well, Sam, how many times a day do you jack off?" "Twice usually. When I wake up in the morning and at night before I go to sleep. Sometimes in the middle of the day. Hence, the bed." "Yeah, me, too." "Me, too what?" "In the morning and at night. Usually two or three times during the day." "That's a lot." "Is it? My Mom found my cum rag under my mattress and told me that if I kept that up, I'd go blind. Sam, do you think that's true?" "Well, I've been jacking off since I was younger than you and I have perfect vision--20/20. I wouldn't worry about it. Do you ever jack off with a friend?" I was thinking how glad I was that I was not going to go blind. "Well, Mitch, have you?" "Have I what?" "Have you ever jacked off with a friend?" "Yeah, some of us jack off in the shower after PE at school." "Do you jack off each other or just watch each other." "Just watch. But I have wanted to jack off someone else." "So you have never touched another guy's cock but wanted to?" "Yeah. Have you?" "Oh yeah. That is the best to have another guy make me cum. You need to leave now. Talking about jacking off has made me get hard and I need to jack off now." My brain had slowed down as I tried to process all he had said. I stood there dumbfounded. "Unless you want to stay and jack off with me." Holy shit. I was shaking. I felt the need to run but I didn't really want to. "Ok, I am going to go lock the door for privacy. You need to go if you don't want to stay. If you want to stay, I'll just go lock the door." I didn't move. When Sam came back, he was pulling off his skintight tee shirt. Sam was beautiful with his shirt off. Big muscles on his chest and shoulders and of course his arms were huge. Best of all he was covered in black hair. All I could do was stare at his massive powerful hair-covered chest. "Do you want to touch my chest?" "You don't mind?" "No, Mitch, I would love it. Come here." I still couldn't move. So, Sam walked over to me and took my wrist. He pulled my hand up to his massive hair-covered chest. I nearly fainted. The hair was so thick it was like a mat of hair. When he released my wrist I kept on rubbing his chest. Sam closed his eyes and moaned. "You like me doing this?" "Yeah, I like it a lot. Keep going." Sam started flexing his chest making his pecs move up and down. Then he made a muscle with his left arm. "Massage my bicep." "Huh?" He pointed to the huge muscle he had made when he curled his arm. "Feel how hard my bicep is." It was hard and smooth at the same time. I loved touching Sam. "Check out my back, too." I walked behind him. He flexed his back muscles and his back got even wider. I wanted to kiss his back. But I wanted to get back to the front of him to see and touch his chest again. I noticed that he had unhooked his belt and opened the top snap of his pants. I could see the top of his tighty-whities and of course, all the hair. I just stared at this massive mountain of a real man. "Take off your shirt. I'll help you." "No, I'm too skinny." "I like skinny. Come on, let me help you." When he leaned in to help me take off my tee shirt, I felt his hairy belly and chest against me. I nearly shot my load. That is when I noticed his hard cock against mine. I just closed my eyes and enjoyed the surges of electricity through my body. "We'll stop whenever you want to. Do you want me to stop? All I could do is shake my head no. "You do know that you can never tell anyone about what we are doing?" I nodded yes. "Say it out loud." "I will never tell anyone about this." "If you do, people will think you are a queer. You don't want that, do you?" I shook my head no. "Out loud." "No, I don't want anyone to think that I am a queer." "Why?" I was puzzled. All I could think of was. . . ". . . because I'm not a queer." "Very good. We are just playing around." Sam unzipped my blue jean shorts and let them drop to my ankles. I toed off my low quarters and took off my socks as Sam did the same for himself. We were only inches apart in our tighty whities. Sam moved his hips forward and our cotton encased cocks touched. I thought I would die right there. Sam knelt down and pulled the top of my underwear over my throbbing cock. They dropped to my ankles and I stepped out . "That's a nice piece you have there. My guess is that its six and a half and pretty fat. What have you measured? And don't tell me you haven't." "Six and a half." "And you are 14? At this rate, you are going to be a man with a big cock." "I hope so. I'm already the biggest in seventh period PE. A lot of the guys want to touch it when we shower. I like that." Sam wrapped his hand around my piece, as he called it, and started to stroke me. "Sam, that is the most amazing thing I have ever felt. Please don't stop." I looked down at my cock and I was oozing a lot of pre. Sam leaned in and licked all the pre off and my knees buckled. "Mitch, get up on the bed. On your back. Spread your legs" Sam climbed up between my legs, took a hold of my cock and jacked me for awhile, all the time I am covering my cock head and Sam's hand with pre. Then he starts licking his hand and my cock. I'm about to pass out. "Now, Mitch, have you ever heard of deep throat?" "Yes, but I don't know what it is." "Well, I am going to show you." He leaned forward and swallowed my entire cock, not just the head, all of it. His nose was on my abdomen. I felt it coming. "Sam, stop. I'm about to shoot." He just sucked harder. I tried to push his head away. He just sucked harder. Then, I shot. I was racked with convulsions and was bouncing on the bed. Sam never came off my cock. Then, it was over. Never had I shot like that before. "Sam, that was amazing." "You've never gotten a deep throat before?" "I've never gotten a blow job before. That was a blow job, right?" "Yep. And it was one of the sweetest I've ever tasted." Then I realized it. "Did you swallow my cum?" "Did you see me spit it out?" I shook my head no. "So what else could I have done with that huge load? Hell yes I swallowed it." "Can we do this again?" "Sure, as soon at you re-charge." "Huh?" "Get hard again. When you get hard again." "I am already." "So you are. But I have a better idea. I am going in the house for about 15 minutes. Stay put. I'll be right back out." Sam got up and put on his pants, not bothering with his underwear or tee shirt and left. While he was up I snooped around. There was a table on the far wall that had three drawers down the side. Inside the top drawer were magazines. The middle drawer and the bottom drawer also had magazines. They were picture magazines of naked men and naked boys having sex. Blow jobs and fucking. Most of the pictures were of the boys sucking and fucking the men. Some were of the men fucking and sucking the boys. I had started jacking myself while I looked at the pictures when Sam came back. "You like those pictures?" "Yeah. I didn't know boys could fuck men.: "Why not?" "I don't know. I guess I just never thought about it." "Have you thought about getting fucked by a man? "Yeah, I've wondered about it. I figured it would hurt, too much." "Well right now, you are going to fuck me." "I don't know, Sam. I don't want to stick my dick in your shit." "There is no shit. That's is what I went into the house for. To wash out the shit. Now it's all clean for you to stick your dick in. It's called douching." Sam went to the medicine cabinet over the sink and got out a tube. "What's that?" "KY lube. Come over here." Sam was sitting on the corner of the bed. He squirted some of the stuff in the tube in his hand and took my dick and covered it with the slick stuff from the tube. I thought I would pass out. The he crawled up on the bed on all fours and smeared some more of the slick stuff on his hairy butt hole. His entire ass was hairy. My dick got even harder. "Now, get up here behind me. Get closer. Now find my hole with your hand and put your cock right against my hole. That's it. Now push in." I pushed. "It won't go in." "Push harder." I pushed harder just as his butt hole opened up and suddenly I could feel that I was inside him. He groaned. I groaned. "Mitch, push all the way in as far as you can go." "There. That's as far in as I can go." "That's good, real good. That is farther than David could go and your cock is fatter, too. It's a nice stretch." "David who?" "David across the street." "Really? David fucked you? That's hot." "Yeah, now pull out but leave your cock head in and then pushed back in and keep doing that until I tell you to stop." I did what he said but after a few strokes he didn't need to give me anymore instructions. I was pumping in and out, with the most incredible feelings. This was so much better than jacking off. Then I felt it. "Sam, I am about to cum. What do I do?" "Let it rip." "Oh my god." The spasms wracked me. The greatest cum I had ever had. I thought all my insides were going to come out of my dick. It went on and on. Finally, it stopped. I pulled out and fell over beside Sam on my back. "Did you like that?" "Oh my god, yes." "Do you want to do it again?" "Yes. Can we? I want to do it again and again and again. Can we?" "Yeah, as often as you want to. As soon as you get hard again we can do it again." "If you keep jacking me like that, I will be hard in just a minute. Where is that lube?" "We don't need it now. We are both already lubed. Now this time we will do it missionary style. I will lay on my back with this pillow under my hips. You get between my legs and I will put them on your shoulders and you push in that way." "Yeah, Sam this is easier. I slid right in." "Now, Mitch, take a hold of my cock and jack me while you fuck me. Yeah, that's the way. This is the orgasm that I like best, to shoot while I am getting fucked. Keep going. Yeah, that's perfect. Oh yeah. Keep going." Sam's dick was way bigger than mine. He said that it was eight inches. I believed him. And it was so thick my fingers would not meet. Nearly but not quite. I was feeling good as I fucked into Sam. "Mitch, I'm getting close. Fuck me harder. No, pound into me harder. Oh yeah. Get as deep as you can. Harder. Oh yeah here it comes. Harder. Harder. Now push in and hold. Ohhhhh yeah." I had never seen anyone cum so much. The first shot went over his head and hit the wall. I watched it run down until the second shot hit his face. I didn't count because when he shot his ass squeezed my dick and I started to shoot inside him. That was all I could think about was my own cum shooting up inside Sam. "Mitch, you are amazing. What are you doing? "I am licking your cum off your face and out of your chest hair. Then I am going to clean your cock. I want all your cum." "Have at it, Mitch. You are a real cum whore, aren't you?" I was too busy to answer. When I finished, I laid down beside him with his arm under my neck. I turned on my side facing him and to play with the mat of hair on his chest. "How many times can we do this?" "Mitch, as long as you can get hard, you can fuck me." "What about you fucking me. I want to know what it feels like." "I have only taken one guy's cherry. I am too big. I hurt him. Like bleeding hurt him. It's not worth it. I only fuck guys that are experienced, so to speak. So, if you want me to fuck you, you are going to have to find someone else to pop your cherry. David works at the pool. Maybe he'll do it for you. Are you going swimming this afternoon?" I was thinking about what Sam said so I just nodded my head yes. After I fucked Sam for the fifth time that morning, it was nearly noon. "Sam, I gotta go. Mom makes me check in no later than 12 o'clock. She will ground me this afternoon if I am late." I jumped up, found my underwear and shorts. Put on my socks and shoes rushed out the door. "Thanks, Sam. Same time tomorrow?" "Sure, my folks won't be back until Monday." I got my bike and rode the one block home and got there just before noon. By the next Sunday, I had lost my cherry to David and been fucked by progressively larger cocks until I was ready for Sam to fuck me. It was an interesting week, but that is another story.