Date: Tue, 25 Apr 2023 18:37:26 -0400 From: Braddy Boyce Subject: Hide and Suck 8 DISCLAIMER: The names and details of my characters are fictious. Resemblances to real people, living or dead, are coincidental. REMINDER: Please donate to Nifty! =====BB===== A month later, I lay in bed in my air-conditioned room. It was after midnight, and I had the nightlight on low. Sammy had begged me to stay the night because it had been a while since the last time. Luckily, his parents and mine were good friends, like Donnie's were, so as long as there weren't any plans already set, Sammy was able to stay over on the weekends. Both boys juggled in my thoughts, with a few thoughts of Ralphie as merely competition. Apparently, he was staying over at Donnie's house, probably sharing Donnie's bed. What could they be doing now? Messing around again? All sorts of confusing thoughts struck me. I saw Donnie regularly at school, and soon, Sammy would graduate from elementary school and join us. I enjoyed messing around with Donnie because it was fun, and he was special to me in a way I couldn't describe. However, Sammy was special in his own way, too. In fact, the more we hung out and talked, the more I realized just how special he was. Would he ever be open to playing around? Would both be open to it at the same time like me, Donnie, and Ralphie? Ralphie obviously wouldn't if Sammy was involved because they were brothers. That would be incest! After brushing his teeth, Sammy quietly entered my room in his train-themed PJs, now that Mom and Dad were asleep. He climbed over me and chose the left side of the bed because it was against the wall, while my side was closer to the door. He slid under the sheets and gave me a big hug that felt nice and warm. It was somehow his thing whenever he stayed over. He'd always been super affectionate, so it wasn't a surprise, and it didn't bother me at all. "Goodnight, Billy!" he whispered. "Goodnight," I whispered back, wishing we could've at least talked a bit in bed before dozing off. Oh, well. Sammy turned around so that his back faced me, then scooted closer to me until his small butt bumped into the back of my left hand that rested on the bed, awkwardly pressing against it. I immediately grew a boner inside my sleep shorts while feeling more than just the fabric of his PJ bottoms---a soft, little peach waiting to be grabbed. But I knew better than to start something. Within moments of silence, Sammy slowly started gyrating his scrawny body, rubbing his butt against my hand, shocking me. I wasn't sure why, but I flipped my hand around so that his butt rubbed against my palm instead. That only intensified the mood to mess around with him. What was going on with him? "Hey, Billy?" he whispered casually. "Yeah?" "Is this okay?" It took me a few awkward seconds to respond. "Yeah, I think so. Why?" "I don't know. I just thought about it. Is this bad?" Sammy's innocence made me chuckle. "No, it's fine. Maybe you just feel comfy doing it?" "I do! I don't know why, though. It's not weird?" "Nope." Was it? Maybe not, but it teased me, and he clearly didn't know it. Somehow, as the mood strengthened even more, I found myself giving a little squeeze. Sammy giggled quietly. "Why are you squeezing my butt?" I smiled, my heart starting to melt from our proximity to one another and from the bond we'd started forming. "I don't know. Is it weird?" "A little. Maybe? I don't know, but I don't mind." "You sure?" "Yeah, I'm sure." I did it again, which made my erection twitch, now leaking a pool of whatever that stuff was before semen came out of my penis. All I knew was that it was clear, and after recently tasting it, a bit salty. I'd been learning so much about stuff these months, especially about my body, and I still felt confused at times. What I didn't feel confused about, however, was that I wanted to be with Sammy tonight like never before. I'd never take advantage of his innocence, though. So, I slid my hand inside my shorts and quietly took care of my mood while he continued to rub his butt against my palm. I gave it squeezes here and there, aiding in my release. What was it like to remove his PJ bottoms while doing this? What was it like to touch his soft skin in a way I hadn't done before? What was it like to touch him where I wasn't supposed to touch him? Maybe even closer to the center... As soon as the epic rush came, I suppressed any sound that threatened to come out of me, making the biggest mess I'd ever made inside my shorts and on my belly. My body shook, and the intense relaxation hit me good. "Hey, you stopped giving me a butt massage!" Sammy whispered, then turned around to face me with a grin. "A butt massage?" We quietly giggled Sammy threw his arm around me. When he lowered it to my belly, he jerked it away and gasped. "You peed on yourself!" I swallowed, knowing I was caught without an explanation. Unfortunately, I had to lie because I wasn't convinced he knew what any of this was. "Sorry..." "Aww, it's okay! Accidents happen!" He was too sweet and adorable. Sometimes, I wondered who I liked more: Sammy or Donnie. =====BB===== braddyboyce.wordpress.com nifty.org/nifty/authors.html#braddyboyce (c) 2023, Braddy Boyce. All rights reserved.