Date: Sat, 1 May 2010 14:36:44 -0700 From: Jay roberts Subject: "Learning Biology with Sam, Part Two" by Jay Roberts Gay Young Friendcs Sam and I met at my house two more times. Neither of us wanted to intensify the messing around into more serious stuff. It seemed to gay for us, but Sam moved his seat to another part of the room. When he found out that I was hurt by this, he explained that it was too exciting to sit next to me and that his grades were suffering. That was nice to hear. I forgave him. Except, Sam was a natural seducer. I noticed that he was ramping up his already thousand watt personality and turning it toward some of the other kids in the class. He seemed to prefer to types like me, those who were still kid-like. Anyway, that all turned out to be a phase in my life because summer vacation was starting in one day. Sam went off to help on his uncles farm and I went on a teen tour of the Grand Canyon. It was really exciting. Those mules rides were bumpy and tough. I was really tested on this three month visit to Arizona, learned to ride a horse, even a bull once and roped steers. It was manly stuff! Something happened during that 90 day period. It was a miracle, maybe not of biblical proportions, but to me big, really big. I had my puberty and what a puberty. When I got home my folks almost fainted at the change. I had grown five inches and still weighed about the same. That meant that I was a skinny person, but with a fuzzy face and husky voice. I was a new me. On the first day of school, after the summer, I found that girls looked me over, even some guys too. I hadn't seen Sam yet, he was delayed in getting back from his summer job. I settled in for the second year of biology. I noticed in the text that we would be dealing with human reproduction, wow! I took my usual seat and next to me, where Sam first sat, was empty. On the third day I walked into class and there was Sam, sitting in that empty seat. He looked about the same, but he was growing a chin beard. Sexy! I pulled out a chair and sat down. I said in my new voice, "Hi Sam. Good summer?" And I smiled at him. He was dumbfounded. "That you?" "Yeah." "You sure look different, sort of grown up." "Yep, all of me," I said with a wink. Everything I felt about Sam before rushed back at me. I was overwhelmed with the desire to do stuff with him, even though I knew that it was sort of kid's stuff. "How about walking home with me after last period, I have something to show you." That was ambiguous enough. I knew what I meant, but it could mean pictures of the Grand Canyon. He knew though, I could tell, his eyes sparkled and he unconsciously scratched his balls. Walking to my house after school, he said, "You know I miss the little kid you were. I almost feel shy with you because we are two real guys." "I don't feel that way. It'll be hot!" In my room, I wasted no time in putting my arms around him and looked into his face. Hey, we were almost the same height, perfect for kissing. As I started moving toward his lips, he spoke, kinda breaking the mood. "You smell different." Seeing the questioning look on my face, he explained, "You used to smell like milk, I think. Now you smell...like a gym locker. Not that it's bad, it's just different." I put my hand on the back of his neck and pulled him tight into my lips and gave him my best kissing technique. I fought his tongue and conquered his. I topped his manliness by patting his cheek afterward. "You're still a hottie, Sam. Let's get it on." "Maybe we should have some coffee first." "What's the matter, you scared?" "No, but I have to get used to you." I reached for bottom of his shorts. He was wearing those gym pull on with elastic waist. He tried to hold on to them but I have gotten pretty strong, at least I was determined. He was breathing hard. When they were around his knees I took a good look. "You have grown. You didn't lie." I got kicked off my shoes and dropped my pants and proudly displayed my new prick. His eyes opened wide. "You're really big, and those hanging balls look like plums." "Yeah," I said proudly. "I love getting them licked. You up for that?" "Hey slow down." By this time I was seething but sexual feelings. I guess I was a bit rough, but I put my foot behind his leg and pushed. He feel backward. I slowed his fall with my arm around his waist. In a minute he was on his back. I lay next to him and lifted his arm and did what I had always dreamed about, I put my nose in his underarm hair. Somehow that set him off. He grunted, "Lick me there." I nuzzled and licked like a newborn calf. By the time I pulled away, he was red-faced and huffing and puffing with excitement. "Let's try this," I said, and turned myself so my head was in his middle. I took his stiff cock in my hand and wanked him tenderly. He did nothing to my cock that was right at his face, at least for awhile, but then I felt his hot jock tongue lick the head of my prick. I took that as a hint and swallowed his meat completely and tongued and sucked it strongly. I reached around and started patting his ass. I could hear him moaning around my cock as he suckled it. I tickled his pucker. He began moving his ass back and forth in a fucking motion. That was the first time I saw that. "Sam, what are you telling me? You want to be fucked?" "I think so." "Hey, let's do it." I went around and moved between his thighs and tucked his smelly feet under my elbows and moved forward. Sam was sweating like a pig, and he was smelling like a pigsty. I loved it. The head of my cock was knocking on the barn door and he took his hands and held his ass cheeks, opening up to me. I knew this was not new to him. I wondered what he had done on his Uncle's farm with the other farm boys. "I see you want it bad, boy, I'm coming in," I husked, and I moved forward, pushing hard. My cock head is large, but once that got in, the rest of the shaft followed smoothly. He was almost weeping with excitement. He put his hand on my ass to push me deeper and rumbled, "Now really fuck me. Don't be a weenie." With that insult, I had to show I had the stuff to rattle his teeth and turn his feet cherry red. I fucked forward hard. He let out a whoop. I pulled back and did it again. His eyes rolled up into his head and his face got stupid. My boy had gotten with the drill, or drilling maybe. Now I wasn't an observer here. My balls were swirling with excitement and I was sweating too. I felt the sweat rolling down my back. I don't know how many fast fucks and short ones I give him but he was dripping pre cum all over his belly. "I'm gonna cum soon," he growled, "You there?" For an answer, I stopped fucking and began spurting into him. I had used all my power to hold off but this was it. I realized that I was moaning like in pain and now bucking and shooting. That gave him the okay to go for it. His piss slit opened up and he began spewing stuff all over his hairy chest and belly. It was beautiful. When we were able to talk, I climbed out of him and sat on the bed. "That was too much and a half," I said. "I never lost it so completely, it's a little scary. You've become a monster," he mused. I just laughed. Would you believe it, we never did it again. He seemed to throw himself into boy/girl stuff, using it like an antidote to me. As for me, I continued the kind of sex I had come to enjoy. There were plenty of kids at school who were into it and I gradually, by the time I graduated, to have enjoyed five of them. End of story.