Date: Sun, 27 Mar 2005 04:18:47 +0200 From: Zack McNaught Subject: Sam and Jamie Part 3 This is an erotic story about two young boys, and as such inevitably contains material of a questionable nature. Obviously don't read it if you think you're going to be upset. If you don't know whether you'll be upset, it's probably not worth the risk, as I don't want you hating me. If you know exactly what you're here for, then read on and enjoy. I like hearing from those of you who've read through my stories, especially from anyone who has had experiences like these themselves -- am I being realistic enough? Anyway, tell me things at bwriterb@hotmail.com. Waking the next morning, I noticed that Sam was gone from the bed. There was the briefest moment of panic before I could gather myself and realise that there was very little which could have gone wrong. I still missed his warm form next to me, though, and I was relieved when he walked back through the door of his room a few seconds later. `Just went for a quick piss,' he explained as he shut the door behind himself. He was wearing a long t-shirt, and as he climbed into bed it rode up, flashing me a glimpse of his genitals, swinging free. He noticed me watching, and stopped, giggling, as he lifted the shirt off over his head and threw it over the other side of the room. `My parents won't be up for ages yet, they always sleep in on Sunday morning,' he said, before slipping beneath the covers, snuggling his warm body against mine. Despite the fact that we were both naked, and I had a morning erection, the situation wasn't particularly sexual. We just lay there and chatted about random shit for a while, until the pressure grew too great in my bladder and I had to go for a piss myself. As I walked around the room trying to find enough clothing to make myself decent, Sam watched me and smiled in a very self-satisfied way. As he had done, I flashed a few times. It never hurts to give your boyfriend a bit of a show. As I stood there peeing, I looked down at my chest, at the slight bulge in my t-shirt caused by the pendant. I fished it out quickly and looked at it, grinning to myself at the thought that in the room down the hallway, my boyfriend lay naked in bed waiting for me. Now, I realised, I was ready for a bit of fooling around. The atmosphere at home changed noticeably following Sam's birthday party. He would turn up to see me, not my little brother, and it became clear to everyone that he and I spent more and more time together. The party had given us the excuse to appear to become good friends without alerting anyone to what was really going on. We were young, but not naïve enough to believe that we wouldn't find trouble by coming out. It was just one of those things you understood as a young boy. My brother was the only one who seemed to think there might be more to our friendship than was apparent on the surface. More than once he just missed catching us at it, as he came into my room unexpectedly, or returned earlier from an errand than we thought he would. Finding private time together became more and more important as we became closer. At times all I had for a few days were Sam's letters and a few grainy Polaroids we'd taken on one particularly adventurous morning out on our bikes. We were at different schools for the time being -- Sam wouldn't be going to the school I went to for another year -- and so that cut down the possibilities even further. The odd sleepover lent us the opportunities we desired, but time was tight, and so more and more often we would end up heading off into the ample local countryside to find some quiet time together. Private time didn't always involve sex, but we were both quite horny boys, and inevitably there was a fair amount of it going on. Our favourite place took a bit of getting to, but that only served to make it a more attractive choice of location, since if it was hard for us to get to it, it would be equally difficult for most other people, and so we were less likely to be discovered. What we had found was an old disused caravan, which had somehow made its way into the middle of a very heavily overgrown wood. It couldn't even be seen from the nearby road, from which it must have come at some point. Getting in was difficult in the extreme, with fallen trees from a hurricane blocking most approaches. The way that Sam and I managed to get in was, we thought, rather ingenious: there were still several large trees standing in the wood, and by climbing up a nearby one and moving from branch to branch, we could drop right onto the roof. It was a good thing we were so small and light, otherwise the branches wouldn't have held our weight, and nor would the rotten old roof of the caravan. Entry was gained through an old, broken skylight which could easily be lifted up from outside. Inside the caravan was cold and damp, but not so bad that the furnishings couldn't be used, and use them we did. The first time we found the caravan and made our way in, we were so excited about the discovery that we didn't even think about how good a place it would be to have sex until we were already on the way home. The next time we were a little more prepared, however, and I took with me a tube of enema lube we'd somehow plucked up the courage to purchase a week or so previously. Sam was first in, and by the time I`d wormed my way through the hatch and dropped to the floor of the caravan, he was lying back on the bed which filled one end and had a hand in his shorts. I jumped him and we started kissing passionately, giggling a little as we went. I soon stopped eating Sam's face, only to work my way down to his waistline. Lifting the bottom of his t-shirt, I started planting kisses on his tummy, going lower and lower, heading towards the elasticated waist of his shorts. I left the t-shirt and lifted the waistband, my kisses turning to short licks now. I took my time licking down the creases on each side which led to the V of his crotch, causing Sam to push his hips up at me. I could feel his boner through his shorts, the lack of underwear making it easier to find, and before long the puckered tip of his foreskin was right under my nose. I loved the way his heartbeat could be felt in the hot shaft, and enjoyed snaking my tongue into his foreskin. I've chatted to gay friends who always seem so surprised by how keen I was on dick even at that age, but it really was inbuilt into me. It never even seemed that strange -- I was more than willing to suck off Sam whenever and wherever he wished. This time, I took a moment to roll down the skin with one hand whilst pulling the shorts lower with the other. Once the head was exposed, like the rest of his crotch now was, I ran my tongue over the head, eliciting a gasp from Sam. He always kept it nice and clean, just in case I ever got the chance to suck him off, which could happen anywhere, anytime, and so I just got the clean taste of a young boy's dick. I really wanted to fuck Sam, and knew he would gladly acquiesce if I gave him an orgasm first, and so I went to town, sucking the shaft deep into my mouth, collecting his little scrotum at the same time. I sandwiched the head between my tongue and the roof of my mouth, and then turned on the suction properly. I could feel the tool harden almost instantly, and Sam went over the top right away, thrusting his hips high in the air and clenching his teeth as he came, fists grabbing my hair and pulling until it was more than a little painful. I didn't mind the odd bit of pain, though -- I knew that the harder he was pulling, the better his orgasm was. Sam was exhausted, but still had the presence of mind to holds his legs up to his chest, hands behind his knees, as I pulled his shorts the rest of the way off. The lube was out of my pocket in a flash, and my pants and shorts off and in a pile on the floor. We always seemed to have sex with our shoes on, looking back at it now. I guess we were a little more eager back then... Anyway, soon I was naked and sitting on the bed, lube on my fingers, rubbing around Sam's little pucker. I hated hurting him when we were having sex -- although my little dick wasn't a monster by any stretch of the imagination, it still hurt him a bit if I wasn't careful -- so I always spent a bit of time fingering before I went for it. Sam's pucker opened up nicely now he knew how to relax the right muscles, and before long I was plunging a finger in and out of what was now quite a loose rectum. In a flash I was on my knees between Sam's legs, rubbing a bit of lube on my dick, and aiming the tip of my overhanging foreskin at his hole. Pushing forward slowly but continuously, I slid into him, revelling in the feeling of my foreskin being peeled back from the head of my dick as I pushed into the tight hole. Having the long skin was a blessing, as Sam's tight hole rolled it on and off my dickhead repeatedly as I thrust into him, and soon I was rewarded with a growing tingly feeling in my crotch. I kept pumping, the feeling building and building, and within a few minutes I was about ready to spurt. Feeling particularly naughty, I pulled free of Sam's arse and walked up his body on my knees until my dick was in front of his face. He knew what was coming, as I'd done this before, and opened wide as I started wanking off with the intention of shooting in his mouth. I came quickly, the come dribbling out of the end of my long foreskin and dripping into Sam's waiting mouth. He waited until it was all in there before closing his mouth and swallowing with a smile. We ended up using that old caravan quite a lot that year... That's all for this chapter -- another short one, I'm afraid, as time is short. I'll find time to write a longer chapter as soon as I can. Please let me know what you thought at bwriterb@hotmail.com.