Date: Thu, 7 Jun 2012 12:02:52 -0700 (PDT) From: Ned Worthy Subject: Boy on the Train Part 6 Usual disclaimers apply The next time I saw Sam was four days later. Apparently the dance was fun, or so he said. Sarah kissed him on the dance floor, which was big news around school. Sam told me that she wanted to go further, even moved her hand down there, but he shied away. He was nervous and not as interested as he was in the boys that were there. Emma still had not done anything crazy, which was good. I figured that would probably die a slow death, fizzle out. In the meantime, Sam had responded to my texts but with a little less enthusiasm than usual; he was a little more distant. And he seemed nervous the whole drive to my place. He was fidgeting and his voice was a bit shaky. As we walked in the door I asked him if anything was wrong. He hesitated. "Can I tell you something--promise not to be mad?" He killed me sometimes. I don't know a thing in the world that he could do to make me mad at him. "Yeah, shoot." "I haven't really been totally honest with you. You know how I told you about my friend Will?" My heart thumped. I nodded. "Well...we..." he trailed off. "...we kinda did some stuff." I was intrigued and honestly, shocked. That would definitely explain the weird glances between them during the pictures. But Sam was not an aggressive person...at all. How could this possibly have happened? He would never take a chance seducing a classmate or initiating anything. "What stuff?" I asked. "Well...um...it was a week ago. I hadn't seen you in so long and I was pretty desperate. As I said, Will is...uhh...pretty hot, so...." He hung his head. "What happened?" I swallowed. "It's okay, you can tell me." He scratched his head. His face was deep red, flushed with embarrassment; I could tell, even if he was avoiding looking up. "It was after practice one day. Everybody had left except for us. I was finishing changing and he was still showering. I was lingering around, kind of always do...I mean..to get the chance to..." He looked up and smirked at me, slyly but even more embarrassed. "He got out of the shower, and he looked so good, Ned. He's almost a year older than me, so he's bigger...better. I could see his...umm..." He cleared his throat. "His dick through the towel, because it was wrapped really tightly. And it looked sooo nice." He sighed. "Anyway, he took his towel off to dry himself and it flopped out, and I was staring straight at it, looking him up and down. And as I said, he has a great body! His face is really cute, he's ripped, great abs and uhhh...his dick... it hung down really far; looked really weighty, you know? Perfect bush. And he had big, hanging balls." "Yeah. I saw him at the party. Go on," I urged him. What a hornball! I thought. "After a minute or so, he noticed. Said, `What the fuck you lookin at Miles, you like what you see?' And I just laughed it off like normal. Because that's like, standard locked room talk. I started to pack up my stuff, pretend to be doing other things. But I had, you know, a pretty bad boner. It was sticking straight up! I mean, you know what I'm talking about. You've seen it like that." He looked at me bashfully. I closed my eyes, nodding and smiling, thinking about him. "Yeah, I have." "So he taps me as I'm packing my stuff up, on my knees. `Miles,' he said, really calmly too, `You a fag? You want this?' Which was weird because usually Will is super nice. And his dick was swinging, like inches from my face! God, I wanted it so bad, you have no idea. But I couldn't do anything! Everybody at school thinks I'm totally straight. I'm like the nice, quiet, straight, jock, you know? So I pretend to stand up and back away but he pushes me down so I'm sitting on the locker room floor, my back pressed against a locker. He said, `Miles, come on,' and he totally had me. `I saw you. Look at you.' He looked down at the tent in my shorts, which was completely obvious. `Go ahead dude,' he said, and he slapped his dick against my forehead. It was like half hard, half soft. But really big!" I winced, again aware of my size, my inadequacy. I hoped I was good enough for him. "Like seven inches or something like that. Super thick. And it only got bigger. It was a monster! And finally, even though I was so humiliated, even though I knew it was wrong... I couldn't take it anymore...I moaned as he rubbed it all over my face. You know me--I can't help it sometimes. So he said, `Yeah, that's what I thought. God you're such a fucking queer.' And I fumbled around and took his dick in my hand and started sucking him. I had to gag a few times because he was hitting the back of my throat. But I wanted it so bad, to taste him, you know? And the position was really hot, too. It looked extra huge from down there. Anyway, he told me to lick his balls, and I had never done that before. I wasn't going to argue with him...I knew I wanted to anyway. But I really liked it." My own dick was rock hard hearing this. My cute, innocent Sam, a fiend for the cock. What a whore he was! But strangely, I wasn't truly mad...just feverish with envy. He took a big breath and continued. "But after a minute or so, I wanted to get back to sucking him. He popped his dick in and started, you know, ummm....fucking my face. And I was gagging and choking on him...but for some reason I kept grabbing his legs and pulling him closer! I loved how his balls swung back and forth, smacking me. He was fucking me so hard the back of my head was banging up against the locker. Which kinda hurt but I didn't even notice until afterward, I was so caught up in it all. And he was talking real dirty to me. He was panting real hard, saying things like, `Sam fuckin Miles. Who knew you were such a cockslut?' and `You fucking love my dick, don't you? You freaking worship it!' And even though I should have been kinda mad, because it was a little mean, it just turned me on even more. Maybe because there was some truth in it. He kept telling me to say how much I loved his cock, and I kept ignoring him. Partly because I didn't want to give in totally to him and partly because I didn't even want his dick out of my mouth just for one second, even to talk. It felt so good, filling me up." He paused at hearing his own words. "You're probably so pissed. I'm sorry! I don't even know who I am anymore." He had tears in his eyes. "Sam, I'm not mad. Keep going." I needed to hear the end of this story! He rubbed his eyes and continued. "So finally, he says it again. `You fucking love it don't you? God you do. You're taking it like a bitch!' And I grab his dick and pull my head off, gasping for air. `Yeah, I love it, okay?! Just let me suck your dick, for God's sake!' I couldn't even believe what I was saying, it was like I was crazy or something. And he looked at me, helpless on the ground, on the freaking gross locker room floor, and he laughed, shaking his head. I felt so degraded but my dick was about to explode, I was so excited. `Sam Miles,' he said again to himself. `Man I can't believe this shit.' As he said it I leaned forward and pressed my face into his pubes and took his boner back in my mouth. God it was so big.... it was so freaking hot and I started getting into it so much that I reached into my shorts and started whacking it, you know, as hard as I could. But I stopped after a few seconds--I needed to focus on his dick. I pulled my hand up. Screw it, I thought. I can jack off anytime, how often do I get Will's dick in my mouth? I mean, Will!" You could tell he was just completely taken with him, he was working himself into a frenzy telling the story. "After awhile he started fucking my mouth real hard again. I was holding on to his legs and I could feel them give way, weakening. He bucked and soon he was filling my mouth with his cum. It was really warm and thick, salty and sweet, and it tasted really good, at least to me.. mmmm... He was laughing, telling me `Swallow my seed, Sam! Take it like a bitch! God you're such a fucking slut! You love it!" Instead of reacting to him, I just gulped it down so I could taste more, but even then my mouth started to fill up so fast I had to pull off and his cum spilled down my chin. He was still spurting a little! It almost hit my eyes and I had to wince. It was like he hadn't cum in weeks or something. And even though I wasn't touching myself at all and was blinking to save my eyes from the cum, I was so ecstatic...I felt so good that I panted and smiled and laughed...I couldn't believe how good it felt to have him cum in me, all over me. I had no control over myself...I was wild. When I had caught my breath a bit, I started sucking him again, and finally I could feel his dick start softening on my tongue; I was licking around the tip so I could get more. `Yeah man,' he whispered to me. `Lick it all up. I know you want to.' And I just went something like, `Mmmh," or something stupid and continued licking him dry. And while I did, he got out his camera and took a picture, with his dick on my face and his cum on my chin! I wanted to tell him to stop but I couldn't. Now he has a totally embarrassing picture that he could show anyone." He paused again. "So his dick was getting soft but it was still really heavy and big. And he ordered me to put his clothes back on. I was dying for relief, I was so horned up. I pulled his boxers on, over his dick, and rubbed him a little. He just smiled at me. He couldn't believe that I still wanted him after what he did to me. But I did. It was really hot putting his clothes on for him. I put his shorts on and ran my hands up his legs. He tossed me his shirt and lifted his arms and I put it on him. I touched his chest and abs, pressing my boner against his leg. He made me pack up the rest of his stuff and I got on my knees and did it, following his orders like a dog. Everything was all really sweaty and gross, but of course I liked the smell. Ugh, I'm so nasty, it's really bad. Anyway, I paused to sniff his jock and he just shook his head at me, disgusted. He picked up his backpack and swung it over his shoulder and before he turned to leave he walked over to me and mashed his crotch into my face one more time. `I knew you fucking wanted this,' he said. I breathed in, smelling him and opened my mouth, desperate to try and make him feel good again. But he turned away, laughing again. `Damn, man,' he said. `Sam you're quite the fag, aren't you? Wow dude.'" "I called out to him, `Please don't tell anyone!', watching him hitch his shorts. He turned around to face me. I was wiping my chin and lapping up any extra cum with my tongue, searching for it like a freak, from my hand. `Please!' I was begging him, even as I did that. He chuckled. `Man, look at you.' I'm sure I looked pathetic. Again, I pleaded with him: `Will. Please.' I would have been ruined in school, made fun of forever. `I won't,' he told me, rolling his eyes. `Wow,' he said, looking at me one more time. "After he had slammed the door, I laid on the floor, not believing what had just happened. I grabbed my boner, which was still standing straight up, and it took me about two seconds to come everywhere. I came so hard the first shots hit my hair and my face, then my shoulders and the rest pooled up on stomach. Some dripped from my dick onto the floor. And I just lay there, catching my breath, my chest going up and down, for what seemed like forever, thinking of him. Finally I got up and got a paper towel and cleaned everything up, and walked home. I could still taste his cum in my mouth. When I got home I said hi to my mom and even worried that it was on my breath, or that she could smell the dried cum on me. And I worried about it all night, that people would find out that I'm gay, that I was such a...that I was like that." I was just totally bowled over by this story. I couldn't believe it. "So had you thought about him like this before?" I asked. "Well...I told you, I always thought he was hot. And at the sleepover awhile back, like two weeks ago, we kind of all took our clothes off to go to sleep...everything except our boxers. And I could see that he had a nice one...like really nice. I had to feel it. So after he went to sleep, I reached into his sleeping bag and touched it. I got him nice and hard and was going to try to jack him off or even maybe suck him but then he rolled over and I figured he might wake up--or one of the other guys might. I couldn't sleep the whole night. But maybe he knew I was touching him and just didn't say anything. Maybe that's why he did that in the locker room." He didn't tell me about that little incident, either. That was pretty daring. Now his eyes were darting around; he was bright red and really embarrassed by the whole thing. But the tent in his shorts, his unmistakable boner, revealed his true thoughts and urges. "I'm really sorry," he said, looking at me with his big, soft eyes. But I knew those eyes weren't so innocent anymore. They were hungry. I had no idea what animal I had created. I didn't really know what to say. Again, I was worried that I could never compare to Will. I mean, I was a good looking guy and all, but Will was a high school god...and Sam obviously enjoyed being with him. Obviously. Sam was now absentmindedly stroking himself through his shorts. Now I was getting a little pissed. "Have you seen him since?" I asked him. "Yeah, in school, and at practice, but nothing's happened. We've both been busy. He came up to me and apologized, actually, which was really nice..." It was really starting to annoy me how clearly he was taken with Will, although I couldn't blame him--he was pretty irresistible. He went on: "He said he was sorry for calling me names and stuff, that he just caught up in it all...because it was so out of character, he's never like that! He just said he was so surprised that I was...well...gay I guess. Really gay. That it was really hot how much I liked him. He even said he thought I was cute!" I shook my head, not believing a word of it. "Is it gonna happen again?" I asked. "No!" he said adamantly. Then, he looked down in shame. "Probably," he said, sighing. Will anything happen with Will again in the coming chapters? How will this affect Sam and Ned's relationship? As always, feedback is appreciated. This is my first story on Nifty so it's all a little new to me. Also, just a friendly reminder to be generous and give to Nifty. Thanks!