Date: Wed, 23 Mar 2005 16:56:05 +0200 From: Zack McNaught Subject: Sam and Jamie Part 2 All the usual disclaimers apply -- this is a story from the Gay>Young Friends section of Nifty, so you can be pretty sure that it contains some sort of erotic content involving young boys. In fact, a good proportion of you are probably only reading it for that purpose, in which case I hope you enjoy. If, however, you have stumbled across this story and don't really mean to be here, then please leave if you are likely to be offended. If you've stumbled across this story and find that in fact it's what you've been missing all your life and you can now be happy, then rock on, baby. If you're a kid reading this, I'm not naive enough to honestly believe you won't read this if I tell you not to, but I am morally obliged to suggest that perhaps it is better left alone until you're a bit older. If you ignore me, then I hope you like it, if it's what you're here for. Finally, I'd like to thank those of you who responded to the first part of the story, and remind readers of this story that I'd love to receive your comments at bwriterb@hotmail.com. Thanks for reading, Zack The real breakthrough in my relationship with Sam came as his eleventh birthday approached. Summer had passed, and we were now into the first days of autumn, the skies clouding over and the leaves turning. Normally, I hated those few months as the weather closed in and the days grew shorter, but this year something was different. I walked through the lanes of our village actually taking notice of the changes around me, realising for the first time how wonderful the changing seasons could be. It was mostly Sam's fault. Autumn was always his favourite time of the year, and his enthusiasm filtered through to me. We wrote each other letters, hastily exchanged when my brother wasn't looking, and savoured in a quiet moment. Some of them were just plain erotic, talking of what we would like to do to each other, whilst others were simply news. My favourites, though, were those few which told me of the time Sam missed spending with me. During our long, hot summer together, only that week which my brother was absent allowed us any real time together. Not all of it was sex, sometimes we just played together during those few days, and I didn't realise quite how much I needed that until it was gone. The sex was still there when my brother was around, snatched in furtive moments when it could be, but the time spent just sitting talking about things had vanished. That's where Sam's eleventh birthday came in. He had a party scheduled for the first Saturday of September, a couple of days after his birthday, but quickly discovered, having arranged it, that my brother wouldn't be able to attend. That immediately brought Sam's mood down -- though he was my lover, he was still my brother's friend, and they still spent a lot of time together. My brother, wonderful innocent that he was, immediately suggested that I could take his place at the party. He knew Sam and I got on well, and since a trip to a theme park had been arranged, and numbers already confirmed, he thought that maybe I would like to go. At the time of this suggestion, I was in my room, reading a book about life on the Serengeti that Sam had recommended in one of his letters. He loved wildlife, and it was another of his passions which rubbed off on me (no pun intended...). Sam had convinced my brother that he should come and ask me himself, and so he did, bursting into my room, almost hopping with excitement. I looked up from the book and smiled when he came in, shutting the door behind himself. `Has my brother gone out?' I asked, my heart beginning to beat quite fast and my dick already pointing skywards. Sam shook his head. `Nope, he's still here, but I came to ask you a question. He can't come to my birthday party, and said I should ask you!' My response was immediate, I didn't even bother asking when. Dropping the book and standing up, I grabbed Sam and kissed him strongly. We held each other for a minute, bodies pressing close together, dicks finding each other and grinding. When I broke the kiss to tell Sam that we didn't have long, I wasn't expecting him to drop to his knees, but that's exactly what he did, dragging my jeans and pants down to my ankles at the same time. My hard dick sprang free, pointing to the sky and pulsing with my heartbeat. Almost instantly it was in Sam's mouth, and he was sucking as hard as I had ever felt. It didn't take long for that familiar feeling to build. This time, though, it was different. For a few weeks, I'd been ejaculating as I came, only a little amount, and still quite clear, but it was spurting all the same. Sam knew about it -- I'd sprayed onto one of the letters I gave him and circled it, but he'd never seen it actually happen. And he wasn't about to see it now, either -- I warned him that I was about to come, and he just carried on sucking, the middle finger of his right hand rubbing and pressing at my arsehole. I shot a good few spurts into his mouth, and after showing me them on his tongue, he proceeded to swallow. I was shocked, but immediately turned on again. `Didn't taste too bad, actually,' was Sam's response to the wonder my face was clearly showing. `We'll have to do that again some time.' With that he was up off his knees and out of the door, running down to the living room, leaving me standing there with a still-hard dick and my clothes around my ankles. I realised while standing there that for the first time, I really longed to hold Sam for a while after our explorations. The party couldn't come soon enough. Three of Sam's other friends were coming too, but I was the only one who was going to stay the night at Sam's house. His parents had almost insisted that I stay the night, telling my parents to have a night off, since my little brother would also be away, and my parents had happily taken them up on the offer. So, I was to spend the night at Sam's house, in his room. The anticipation nearly killed me... A couple of days before Sam's actually birthday, I spent a few hours going into town looking for something to get him for his birthday. I wanted to get him a present which really meant something, to show him how much I cared, but I was also aware of the fact that I couldn't just give him that, I needed to get him a present I could give him in front of the other kids, one which wouldn't raise suspicion. I don't even remember what that present was now, and I don't think Sam can either. I imagine it was some sort of toy which was popular at the time. Perhaps something to do with the Turtles, or maybe even some Simpson's merchandise, I simply don't recall. I remember my mum giving me some money to buy him something, since you were meant to turn up to a party with a present, but I have no idea what that money was spent on. I remember what I spent the other money on, though, the money I had been saving, a little bit here, a little bit there, all summer long. It still wasn't a huge sum, but it was enough to buy Sam what I had planned. A certain department store had a jewellery section which was full of cheap, tacky stuff -- just right for a young kid's budget. One of the things they sold in abundance were medallions which could be broken in half, one half to give your sweetheart, the other to keep for yourself, each with its own chain. They were cheap metal, cheap chains, but that was all I could afford, especially with my convoluted plan. You see, there was one particular style which came in two versions -- one with `boy' on the left half, `girl' on the right, and the other version exactly opposite. By buying one version and then waiting stealthily until the cashier had changed and buying the other version, I was able to make up a composite which said `boy' on both halves. Smiling to myself at my cunning, I dropped the unwanted `girls' into the bin outside (an action which spoke volumes of my preferences, though I didn't spot the irony at the time) and made my way home, hiding the special gift inside my coat. The excitement could only build as the Saturday approached. It hit home on the Friday night, and I couldn't sleep properly until I'd wanked off several times, which finally left me exhausted enough to slumber for a few hours. By Saturday morning I was a bit of a wreck, tired and grouchy at having to be out of be at 7am, until the excitement hit again and I was bouncing off the walls. I don't think my parents knew what to think, to be honest. I've talked with my dad about those years, and it would be some time later before he and my mum twigged what was going on with me and Sam, and by that time it was too late for them to do anything other than accept it (but that's another tale, for another day). All mum and dad knew was that I was more excited than I usually got about anything. The theme park was a loot of fun, even though my mind kept drifting to the sleepover at Sam's house, and I had to hid an almost constant boner. We'd given Sam his presents at his house before leaving for the theme park, and her had seemed a little disappointed with mine until I managed to whisper in his ear that it wasn't the real present and that that would come later. When he heard that, the grin on his face could have been seen a mile off, it was that wide, and I was sure I saw a twitch in the crotch of his jeans. I almost told him it wasn't that kind of present, but decided instead to leave him thinking it was -- maybe I would prove him right that evening... The day dragged on and on, and although I was having fun, all I really wanted to do was spend the time alone with Sam. We did get a brief, fleeting moment, when we both went to the loo at the same time and flashed each other (and a rather shocked looking older man) our dicks, rock hard as they were, but that was it, and it hardly constituted quality time. The evening brought more promise, though, as it was clear that both Sam and I were flagging somewhat, and his mother suggested that perhaps we ought to at least go to his room and get ready for bed, and maybe watch a video in there, if not actually get into bed. When we got to Sam's room, I was in for a shock. Rather than a single bed and a camp bed for me to sleep on, Sam had a double bed, and there was no sign of anywhere else to sleep. He saw my questioning stare and giggled conspiratorially. `My mum says we're young enough that sleeping in the same bed isn't a problem,' he said after a moment. I couldn't agree more -- it certainly wasn't a problem. `So, what about that other present you were going to give me?' I'd almost forgotten in the excitement, but now it was time to give Sam his present. I told him to close his eyes, and I could see him tensing as he expected something physical to happen. Instead, I just told him to put his hand out, palm up, and slowly dropped the medallions, chains first, into his hand. His eyes came open almost quicker than I could tell him that it was ok to look, and he gasped slightly. When he'd had a chance to look at what they said, that kilowatt grin was back. Taking one half, I undid the clasp and hung it around his neck, and then he did the same for me. When they were in place, we took the two halves and made them meet in the air between us. That brought our faces close together, and we both leaned further in for the kiss, which was passionate and strong, leaving us both hard as nails in our pants. It was a bit early to be going to bed properly, and so we decided that since Sam's parents were still likely to pop their heads around the door to see if we were alright that we better actually look like we were watching a video. So, getting into our pyjamas, we crawled under the covers (it was a little bit cold in there, after all), and flicked on the TV. There were football highlights on, so we decided to watch those. After a few moments, Sam started shifting around in the bed with his hands under the covers. I wondered what on earth he was doing until his hands reappeared clutching hi pyjama bottoms. It was a brilliant plan -- after all, no-one could tell we weren't fully clothed under the covers as long as we hid the evidence, and so within a few moments, I had joined him. It didn't take long for things to progress from there, although we still had to stay in control and be ready for his parents to come up the stairs. Fortunately, we would be able to hear them coming in time to move our hands away from each other's crotch, where we were both idly playing with the other's hard as nails dick. Once or twice we both plucked up the courage to disappear under the covers for a moment to give each other a quick suck, but only for a few seconds. I loved the oppressive heat under there, and the rampant boy smell, and couldn't wait until Sam's parents finally went to bed. I cracked, telling Sam to warn me if he heard his parents coming, and went back down there, sucking as hard and fast as I could. Sam came really quickly, already hyped up as he was, and sat there with flushed cheeks and a stupid grin on his face afterwards. He was still hard, and we carried on as before almost as soon as I had come back up. I won't continue with the messy details about the evening, I'm sure you can fill in most of the gaps about what happened when Sam's parents finally went to bed. What I wanted to tell you was how we fell asleep that night, me spooned in behind Sam, my arms wrapped protectively around him, our bodies contacting in as many places as possible. We were both content, we both knew the relationship had changed, had evolved into something more. That was the night that Sam changed from being my lover to being my boyfriend. When I woke in the morning, Sam had shifted away from me, but it wasn't long before he was back in my arms, this time facing me, nuzzling at my neck with his nose and lips. That's it for now, everyone. Thanks for sticking with it. There ought to be more soon. Let me know what you think, at bwriterb@hotmail.com.