Date: Thu, 29 Sep 2005 22:31:34 -0700 (PDT) From: Thomas Gaige Subject: Sam's First Times DISCLAIMER: The following story is FICTIONAL. It contains depictions of sexual activities between teenage boys. If you are not over 18 years of age, or if you find this type of story offensive, or viewing this material is illegal where you are, then please DO NOT READ IT! If you choose to read it, then - I hope you enjoy it! ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Sam's First Times Chapter One - Journey Through Puberty Sam McNabb lived in a small rented house in New Orleans with his mother Cindy, when turned 13 during the spring of 2005. Although he was short and thin, Sam was a very good looking boy, who sported a luxurious headful of light blond hair, and who had beautiful, vivid blue eyes. Sam was an unusually kind and caring boy, with a pleasant disposition. Everyone who met him, instantly liked him. He had recently completed seventh grade, where he had consistently earned mostly A's, and a couple B's on his report card. The McNabbs weren't poor, but Cindy, who was a nurse's aide at one of the city's hospitals didn't make all that much money. So, in order to get by, they lived frugally. Cindy made sure that Sam was always well-fed, and had adequate, clean, clothing. There was rarely any extra money though for either of them to splurge with on non-necessities they might have wanted. And, most of the toys, games, and personal belongings Sam had acquired as he grew up came from garage or rummage sales. Sam didn't care that he didn't have a lot of new or superfluous things though, because somehow his mother had scrounged enough money together to give him his two most valuable possessions: His beagle Felix, and his saxophone. Sam had wanted a dog for as long as he could recall. His mother had always told him they couldn't afford one though. Then, the Christmas just before Sam turned 9, Santa Clause had left a puppy under their Christmas tree for him. Sam was ecstatic! Sadly though, shortly after Felix's arrival, Sam had learned that there was no Santa Clause, when the neighbor down the street who'd sold the puppy to his Cindy, stopped by to see how it was doing. Not realizing Cindy had told Sam the puppy was a gift from Santa, the neighbor had spoken freely in Sam's presence, about Cindy's purchasing the pup. Sam was very upset at first to learn that there was no Santa Clause. He got over his disappointment quickly though, because Felix took up most of his time. The puppy immediately became as enamored with Sam, as Sam was with him. Wherever Sam went, Felix went as well. And each night, Felix leaped happily up onto Sam's bed, and snuggled up to Sam to sleep with him. Sam also always loved music. When he was in third grade, he became old enough to take music lessons at school. One evening shortly after the school year started, there was a presentation at the school, which was mandatory for all third grade students to attend. Cindy took Sam to it. The purpose of the presentation was so that the music teachers could show and explain all the various instruments students could choose from to learn to play. They then offered all the students the opportunity to enroll in lessons for the instrument of their choice. Sam had taken an instant liking to the saxophone. Cindy had hoped the school might have one to loan Sam, but they didn't. So, she nursed her old Dodge Neon along a little longer than she'd planned, and used the money she saved by not replacing it right away, to buy Sam a used saxophone with. She figured that in the end, buying a used instrument was cheaper than renting one. Sam was ecstatic! He proudly carried his saxophone back and forth to school with him on lesson days. Cindy, and even his teachers, were a little surprised at how quickly, and seemingly easily, Sam excelled at his music lessons. Faithfully, he practiced for almost an hour a day. Soon, he was told he was good enough to join the school band. Again, Sam was ecstatic! Realizing how much the boy loved playing his instrument, Sam's music teacher gave him some extra attention, and soon, Sam was the lead saxophonist in the band, and was given all the solo selections to play, even ahead of the older kids who'd been taking saxophone lessons longer than he had. * * * During the summer between fifth and sixth grade, Sam had a revelation. While he and his mother walked down a street in the old French Quarter of the city one evening, Sam saw an old black man playing a saxophone on a street corner. The case for his instrument laid open on the ground, and people would occasionally drop some change, or even a dollar bill in the case, in appreciation for the man's efforts. Suddenly a light bulb went off in Sam's head. Cindy's birthday was coming up not long afterward, and Sam wanted to get her something. He didn't have any money though. After seeing the man playing on the street corner for tips, Sam decided to try and do the same thing. So, one afternoon, he took his sax and hiked over to the French Quarter, which was a good distance away from his house, and took him through a rather seedy section of town. When he got there, he set himself up on a street corner and began playing. People began to stop and listen. They couldn't believe such a young boy could play as well as he did. Soon, there was a good-sized crowd gathered around Sam, listening, as Sam played on. In no time at all, Sam had earned enough in tips to buy his mother a purse he had seen her eyeing, but which she hadn't bought. And, he still had enough left over to order a pizza for their supper that night. Cindy had been astounded, and very happy that Sam had been able to earn so much money playing his saxophone. As happy as she was though, she promptly lectured him about wandering around the city alone like he'd done. Then, she threatened to ground him if he did it again without her permission! Sam was crestfallen. He had thought maybe he would be able to play regularly on street corners, and make some money for he and his mom. After Cindy told him about a boy his age who'd come into the Emergency Room recently, who'd been snatched off the street by a depraved pervert who'd hurt him badly, Sam understood Cindy's concern, and he did as she told him. * * * Sam's father wasn't a part of his or Cindy's lives. Sam had never even met his father. Cindy told him that he'd left them and gone back to New York City before Sam was born. Whenever he asked his mother further questions about him, Cindy became vague and didn't give him many details. She did tell him though that he was named Samuel David, after his father, who was David Samuel. Cindy never told Sam why David left though, or anything else about him for that matter. Instinctively, Sam knew that there was more to the story. It hurt him that Cindy was keeping information about his father from him, but he realized she never kept information about other things to herself, so he figured there must be an important reason that she was now. He also figured he'd find out eventually what the real story was. He very much wished though that he could meet his father, at least once. He was sure that if they did meet, that David would want to see him again. Maybe he'd even want to get back together with Cindy! Being a bright boy, Sam had gone so far as to call information in New York City, trying to find a phone number and address for a David S. McNabb. The operator told him that there were a few David McNabbs listed, all with middle initials, but none with the middle initial of "S". Dejected, Sam thanked her for her help and hung up. "Could his father have an unlisted number?" He wondered. Not knowing what else to do to find David, all Sam could do was hope that someday, somehow, something would happen, so they would meet. * * * A couple months before Sam turned 13, just as seventh grade was finishing up for the summer, Sam had his first wet dream. He wasn't upset about it, and had in fact been waiting for them to start, as he'd learned about them in health class at school, and knew he was old enough to begin having them. Cindy had also told him about them as well, saying the same thing. During the immediate few months prior to his first wet dream, Sam had noticed that his penis had gotten bigger. To his astonishment, and pleasure, it had gotten a LOT bigger! Fully hard, it was five inches long when he measured it with a ruler! He was very proud of this because his was a 1/4 inch longer than his best friend Nick's! He knew this because, Nick had bragged one day during lunch about having measured his erection, and told the other boys that it was 4-3/4" long. This had given Sam the idea to measure his own, which he did as soon as he got home from school that day. When he realized his penis was bigger than Nick's, he decided maybe he'd best not mention it to anyone that he'd measured his too. He didn't want anyone asking him how long his was, and he wasn't about to blurt it out either, like Nick had done. What if someone else had measured their's and it was even longer than his was? Maybe they wouldn't be as kind as he was not to mention that his was bigger than Nick's, and would tell everyone they were bigger! Then, he'd be embarrassed about being smaller. Sam wasn't sure just how big boys' penises got, but he didn't want to risk getting embarrassed if his turned out to be smaller than most other guys. Besides, he was very happy with his penis! He was also VERY proud of the fact that he'd finally begun growing dark blond pubic hair as well. Soon he'd look just like the older boys! Because he was expecting his nocturnal emissions to begin, Sam wasn't upset when he did finally get his first one. He was surprised though when he was jolted awake suddenly by something painful passing forcefully through his urethra. As he laid on his belly, with his hardon pressed flat between the mattress and his lower abdomen, he suddenly felt whatever it was exit his penis through his piss slit, followed by a bit of fluid. Then, he felt wetness in his underwear. Upon investigating, he found a kind of clearish-white jelly-like goo in his boxers. "So this is a wet dream?" he'd wondered to himself, not very impressed. The next morning he told Cindy about it, and she told him that she didn't think wet dreams were supposed to be painful, but since he seemed OK otherwise, they'd wait and see if he had another painful one before she called the doctor about it. That night when Sam went to bed, he laid awake awhile, worried that he might have another painful wet dream. Eventually, he drifted off to sleep. He wasn't bothered that night by any nocturnal emissions. The next night however, Sam had his second wet dream. When he woke up in the middle of the night, he was hard again, and again he was lying on his stomach. He realized he'd been humping his bed in his sleep, and he could tell he was about to cum. Sam had had dry orgasms before, after he'd played with his penis while lying in bed trying to fall asleep, then turning over and humping the mattress, so he knew what an orgasm felt like. This night, even though he was worried his orgasm would be painful again, he kept on humping the bed, because it felt really good. He felt an urgency, mixed with the pleasureful feeling that had begun building within him, and was washing through his body. Soon, he felt like he was going to explode! Then, suddenly Sam felt his sinuses, which had been partially clogged, clear as they opened wider. A moment later, he gave an involuntary gasp, as suddenly he ejaculated a glob of cum into his boxers. This time it didn't hurt. In fact, the feeling was most pleasureful! It felt different than the dry orgasms he'd had before. Better actually! Smiling to himself, Sam kept on humping his bed, and a second later, he shot another load, then another, and finally a fourth one, before his orgasm ended. "Man that was good!" Sam groaned softly as he stopped humping the bed and relaxed, settling completely into the seminal mess he'd just made in his shorts. "Now that's more like what I thought it should be like," He thought smiling to himself. A moment late, he realized he had emitted a little more liquid than he'd thought. Hoping the wetness in his underwear hadn't seeped through the fabric and moistened his sheets, he quickly got up. Sam stripped off his soiled boxers, and wiped the residue of his cum off himself with them. Then, he put them in the hamper behind his door. He got out a clean pair of boxers, put them on, and crawled back into bed. He was happy to find that he barely noticed the slight dampness of the sheet beneath him, where his penis had been positioned when he ejaculated into his underpants. Sam slept very peacefully that night. Sam didn't tell his mother about this wet dream the next morning. Because he'd enjoyed it so much, he felt it was something personal, that he should keep private. After supper that night though, Cindy asked Sam if he'd had anymore wet dreams since his first, painful one. "Uh... yeah... but they don't hurt anymore. Everything's fine," he'd told her, blushing slightly, and hoping she'd drop the subject. "That's good Honey," Cindy said, smiling. She was happy that things had worked out as they should for Sam, but, at the same time, she was a little sad that her little boy had gone through puberty, and was on his way to becoming a man. In an effort to alleviate Sam's apparent embarrassment, and because she wanted to feel closer to him, Cindy She rubbed Sam's cheek with the palm of her hand. Rather than making Sam feel better, it only caused him to blush more deeply though. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Watch for the next chapter of this story to be posted shortly...