Date: Tue, 18 Sep 2012 02:14:55 -0700 From: John Doe Subject: My Little Friend Sammy - Chapter 1 Greetings. This story is entirely fictional. Please be cautioned that this story contains sexual interactions between adults and minors. If you take issue with this subject matter, please exit this story. Knowing your local laws is your responsibility, not that of the author. This story is only intended to be read where legal. By continuing to read, you are asserting that it is your legal right to read this story, and you are agreeing to indemnify and hold the author harmless for any issue arising from any failure on your part to comply with your local laws. All rights reserved. Please do not copy or duplicate this story or any part of it. This is the first part of an I don't know how many part series. If you are looking for something that jumps straight into sex, this is the wrong story. Things will heat up significantly in Chapter 3. You may contact me at imaginativestories@gmail.com. Chapter 1 - WTF Crap! I can't believe I fell asleep. The most awesome moment of my life...the boy I love...in my bed...inches away from my face...we were gazing into each others eyes...AND I FELL ASLEEP?!?!? The thought is quickly fleeting though. As consciousness begins to register, I realize something that sends me into a panic. My dream boy and I are kissing. My heart starts pounding. This is the most intense pleasure that I have ever felt, but at the same time I am also horrified. What have I done? I violated his trust! He is going to hate me! Adrenaline starts pumping. I become more alert. Wait a minute, I am not kissing him...HE'S KISSING ME!!! A surge of relief washes over me. I relax and let myself enjoy the kiss...but only for a moment. There is no way this can be real. I must be dreaming. There is just absolutely no way that this is real. Things like this don't happen to me. Things like this don't happen at all. A boy doesn't just start kissing you. Especially not a boy who has shot down every single advance that you have made for years, to the point that you give up, apologize for hitting on him, and tell him that the most important thing to you is just that he is in your life and if that means just being friends that's fine with you. Boys like that don't just start kissing you. Boys don't even kiss men...right? They only kiss men if they are being forced to or think they have to in order to be loved right? Right! So this must just be a dream...that's the only thing that makes sense, so it must be a dream. But if this is a dream, why do I feel so alert and awake? Maybe it's because I am definitely awake...and he is definitely still kissing me. It's adorable, he's gently pecking at my lips repeatedly. So light...so gentle..no tongue... I wonder if its because that's the only kissing he knows how to do, or maybe he thinks I am still asleep. Maybe he is experimenting and is worried that if he takes it farther I am going to wake up and he is going to get caught. What do I do? I don't want to scare him off. This is amazing, but I cant stand it anymore. I have to hold him and I have to return the kiss. I move my arm around him. He instantly freezes in place. My hand comes up and braces the back of his head and then I kiss him, just on the lips at first. The energy exchange is incredible. I have been wanting to do that for four years since I first met him when I was fourteen. Now he is fourteen and I am actually kissing him. He remains completely frozen, except for a soft moan that escapes his mouth. It is the hottest sound I have ever heard in my life. A muffled, high-pitched, note of pure ecstasy. I am in heaven. I finally open my eyes, but his are closed. I start to gently stroke the back of his head with my hand and I let my tongue brush against his lips. He opens a little and I slowly snake my tongue past his lips, but his teeth are not fully parted. I poke my tongue between his teeth and he gets the clue and opens up the rest of the way, my tongue finds his cute little tongue, which he immediately tries to move out of the way for me. Well, it's looking like the guess about him not knowing more than lip pecks might actually be the case. And then it dawns on me, he picked me to be his first kiss. My heart literally melts into this ooey gooey sensation that spreads all over my body. I have definitely felt physical passion before, but this feeling is new. I am pretty sure I am experiencing physical love and it is magical. My tongue finally swirls around his, and after some initial clumsiness, his instinct takes over, and his tongue begins to dance around with mine. Every surface of his mouth tastes delicious. I want to stay in this moment forever. I open my eyes again to look at him, but his eyes are still closed. Oh well, he must just be lost in the moment. The passion in our kissing continues to rise. My dick is hard as a rock, and I am leaking all over the inside of my boxers. I let my hand travel down his back and I slowly stroke downward as our kissing gets more and more intense. My hand gets down to his waistline, but I drift back north. Any time I ever tried to cuddle him or touch him below his waistline he would grab my hand and move it north....so why spoil the moment. Besides, I had learned a while ago that I should just stop trying to do that. But this kiss is getting me hornier than I can believe and I want more. And after all, he kissed me, so that means that he probably changed his mind about letting me touch him...right? I should ask him though...make sure that he knows that he is in control of this situation. So, reluctantly I draw back from the kiss. His lips continue to move for a moment without me, and then he is still. I try to talk, but at first only a squeak comes out. Now I understand the expression "taking one's breath away". I swallow and try again...success... Sammy, that was so amazing! Silence. Sammy, is it OK that I kissed you back? Silence. Please say something. Silence. Sammy, you know I would never do anything to hurt you... right? Silence. We don't have to do anything else... we don't even have to kiss again if you don't want to... Silence. He continues to lay there, motionless, eyes still closed. Sammy, I know that you aren't actually asleep. Silence. Sammy, I can hear from the way that you are breathing that you are awake. Also, I am pretty sure that the condition is sleepwalking, not sleep kissing. Silence. Dude, you have nothing to be embarrassed about... I will never tell anyone and I will never make you feel bad or akward about it. Its completely OK. Silence. Sammy, you are starting to worry me. Please say something. Silence. Sammy............Sammmmy......SAMMY! Silence. I begin to gently shake him...SAMMY! A yawn escapes him, and he drowsily responds, "I'm sleepy....what do you want?" I want to talk you about what just happened. What are you talking about? Sammy, what do you mean what am I talking about? You know exactly what I am talking about! Huh? You kissed me! Silence. Look...Sammy...If you regret what happened, pretending it didn't happen isn't going to make it go away. Just talk to me about it and then, if you want, we can put it behind us and just go back to being bros. Silence. Sammy...PLEASE...TALK TO ME! Silence. I roll onto my back and stare at the ceiling. It feels like an eternity has passed, but in reality, I have probably only been staring at the ceiling for about ten minutes - and now I hear Sammy's breathing change. The familiar deep rhythmic pattern of sleep breathing...He is now actually asleep. Shadows dance across my ceiling...my mind is racing at a million miles a second... I am really confused and really scared. What just happened?