Date: Mon, 26 Sep 2016 15:18:28 +0100 From: puermalo14@hushmail.com Subject: Sam's Sex Adventures part 8 This story is fiction. The characters are imaginary and nothing described here ever happened. Do not read it if you are likely to be offended by this kind of material or if you are forbidden from accessing it. Thanks to those who have commented so far. I welcome comments on my writing and will consider suggestions for how to develop the story further. I will always reply, even if the comments are not favourable ones! Please use: puermalo14@hushmail.com if you wish to get in touch. Nifty is a unique resource. Please support it if you can and consider a donation to keep it alive and active. SAM'S SEX ADVENTURES PART 8 Characters: Sam, a cute, blond 12-year-old Adam, an innocent 12-year-old; Sam's best friend Gavin, Owen and Tom; classmates of Sam Sam was looking forward to the party at Gavin's. He enjoyed being amongst his school friends and many of the boys in his class were going to be there. Most of all he was keenly anticipating the sleepover and was hopeful that it would involve much more than sleeping! When Saturday arrived, Sam's dad drove him to Gavin's home. His mother had ensured he had packed his pyjamas, a toothbrush and clean underwear for the next day, sending him on his way with a reminder that he thanked Gavin's parents, behaved himself and remembered his manners. Gavin's parents were comfortably off and lived in a large house in a leafy suburb of the town. Several of Sam's classmates were already there when Sam arrived. Gavin greeted him at the door. "Hey, Sam," he smiled, "Thanks for coming." "Coming! I hope I will later on!" thought Sam, before wishing his friend a happy birthday. He followed Gavin into the house and was soon laughing and joking with his friends. Adam, his closest mate, was there already along with Amir and Tom. Other boys arrived including the handsome Owen (how Sam wished he could get his hands down the front of those trousers!). Gavin hadn't invited any girls but that went hardly noticed. Eleven- and twelve-year-old boys were still very much in that gang phase before later adolescence took them on the route towards couples. It seemed appropriate for Gavin's twelfth birthday that there were twelve boys in total. We could digress here and describe the activity of the afternoon but as it mostly involved discussions of school, recounting of silly or rude jokes, consumption of fizzy drinks and party snacks and some tom-foolery along the way we need not be detained long. Rather, we should move forward to later in the evening when several of the boys who were not able to stay overnight had departed. Sam was a little disappointed that Amir had to leave. He had something of a fascination for the dusky Asian boy and it looked like he'd have to wait for another day to pursue it. Gavin, Sam, Adam, Owen and Tom were the only ones left and now they were slumped in the lounge watching the latest instalment of the `Fast and Furious' franchise on DVD. Gavin's mother poked her head around the door. "Everything okay, boys?" she asked. "Yes, thanks," they all answered. "Now, as soon as the film is over I think you had better sort out the sleeping arrangements for everyone, Gavin." "Can we all sleep in my room?" he asked. "Well, I've made up the beds in the spare rooms now, dear." "Aw, mum, can't we all crash out together?" Gavin whined, "Please? It's my birthday..." "How's that going to work?" she continued. "I can use the spare mattress," Gavin suggested, "and a couple of camp-beds as well." "Oh, go on then," she eventually conceded, "but don't make a mess and don't be too long about it!" "Thanks, mum," grinned the Birthday Boy. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . After the movie had finished, Gavin led the gang of boys upstairs to his room located in the roof space of the large house. There was much giggling from the over-excited boys as they struggled with the extra mattress but they eventually succeeded in getting it into the bedroom where they placed it on the floor. "I'll have the bed," said Gavin, "'cos it's mine! Now, who's sharing the mattress?" Sam caught Adam's eye and they gave one another a surreptitious wink. "We will," he offered. "Okay, now we have to erect the camp beds for Tom and Owen." The simple mention of the word `erect' led to more hoots of laughter and innuendo. "Keep the noise down," Gavin's father called up the stairs. "Sorry, dad," Gavin replied, "goodnight." "Your parents are really cool, Gav," said Owen, "Mine wouldn't let us get away with all this." "Yeah," said Gavin, "they know this is my space and hardly ever come up here so I can pretty much do as I please." Sam and Adam glanced at each other again. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . With the bed arrangements sorted, the five youngsters quickly stripped down to their briefs or boxers and scrambled beneath the sheets. They continued to chatter in the dark, mostly jokes and boy-stuff, occasional teasing and ribald humour. It was Sam who successfully steered the conversation towards sex. "Have any of you lot ever seen a girl naked?" he asked. "Yeah, I have!" laughed Gavin, "I saw my sister once when she came out the shower." He went on to explain how he'd surprised his older sister (now away at university). She had thought she'd had the house to herself one afternoon and wasn't expecting to collide with her brother on the landing as she left the bathroom stark naked. Once the giggles had subsided the questions continued. "Did you see everything?" asked Owen. "Yes, her hairy bush and her big tits as plain as day!" Gavin replied. "Hey, have any of you ever touched a girl's tits?" Adam sniggered. "Yes, I have," answered Owen, "last term at the school disco I got Rachel down by the lockers and we snogged, and I felt inside her top, and..." "You dirty fucker!" laughed Sam. "Did she get a feel of you, too?" Tom eagerly chipped in. "None of your business," Owen retorted. "Not much there to grab hold of I suppose," teased Tom. "That's what you think," Owen came back. "It's not what I think," Tom went on, "it's what I know!" "So, how big is it?" Sam asked. "Bigger than yours!" replied Owen. "That sounds like a challenge to me," Tom said, "you gotta put your money where your mouth is!" "Yeah," Adam agreed, "if you reckon your cock's bigger than Sam's you've gotta prove it." "That's gay!" Owen grumbled. "Go on," Sam urged, "I'll get mine out first and then we'll compare size." Gavin had kept quiet up to now but even he chirped up. "Yeah, Owen, show us!" Then he sat up in bed and switched on the bedside lamp so they could all watch the little display. Sam stood on the mattress and Owen reluctantly agreed and stood beside him. The bulges in front of their underwear were obvious to all. Sam wasted no time and quickly stepped out of his briefs. He proudly displayed his three inches of boy stiffness. Putting his hands on his hips as it jutted outward and upward provocatively. Owen was still rather nervous about what he was about to do but at least he felt confident that he was better endowed than his chum. He allowed his boxers to fall, exposing a hard four-incher garlanded with a smattering of curly boy pubes. "See," he announced proudly, "Bigger and hairier too!" "Not as hairy as Tom," Adam intervened, "Show him your bush, Tom!" Tom didn't need any persuading and was soon alongside Sam and Owen with his hard organ the latest focus of interest. He ran a finger through his tuft of pubes showing them off proudly. "Come on, Gav," Adam spurred on, "let's make it five!" Adam and Gavin quickly joined the others, completing the circle of five naked twelve-year-olds, with five little willies straining in their pubescent zeal. "Poor Gav," Tom mocked, "he ain't got any pubes yet!" "Yes, I have," Gavin countered, "Look!" His fingers moved to his groin and, after a momentary search, he found one or two delicate wisps at the base of his little-boy cocklet. "See!" "You'll soon get some more," said Adam. "Yeah," Sam added, "I didn't have any a few months ago. Once they start growing there's no stopping them!" Gavin wiggled his hips encouraging his tiny boycock to full erection. Sam loved the look of it – the paleness of the skin and the way the foreskin protruded to a crinkled point. He looked at the other boy's cocks in comparison. Like himself, Adam's pubes were soft and wispy whereas Owen and Tom had thicker, curlier hairs. "I reckon your cocks the biggest and hairiest, Tom" he announced. "Maybe," said Owen, cheesed off that Tom had beaten him in that contest too, "but I'm second place!" "Who's third?" asked Tom, "Adam or Sam?" "Let's measure," Gavin suggested, "even though I know I'm the littlest." A ruler was found and passed around the circle of nude boys. Gavin was indeed the smallest at exactly three inches; Sam came next with three-and-a-half; then Adam, just short of four inches; Owen's cock twitched to full hardness to reach around four-and-half inches; Tom won with nearly five. "Fucking hell, this has got me horny!" Sam exclaimed. "Me too," said Adam. "Me three!" chuckled Tom, "I reckon I'll need to wank off to make this go down!" "Yeah, let's all wank together," suggested Sam. "I ain't gonna wank off in front of you lot," Owen grumbled, "I'm not a gayboy." "Your chicken," teased Adam, "I'm up for it, anyway." "Maybe he doesn't know how to," Sam taunted. "Of course I fucking do!" Owen grouched, "I'm just not queer, that's all." "Well who's going to know?" said Sam, "It's just between us five, okay?" "Let's get on with it," Adam complained. He had already started to work his cocklet in anticipation. "You can if you want," muttered Owen, turning to make for his bed, "I'm not wanking myself in front of you pervs!" The four other boys reacted spontaneously, as if all of the same mind. They leapt upon Owen and grabbed him, easily overpowering the youngster and forcing him down on the mattress. "Well, if he ain't gonna wank himself, we'll just have to do it for him," Sam declared, sitting astride the helpless boy and pinning Owen's arms with his knees. Tom and Gavin each secured a struggling leg leaving Adam free to take the task in hand. He knelt beside the powerless boy and reached for the cock which, despite all of Owen's protesting, had not lost any of its firmness. "Get off, you bastards!" Owen complained, but moments later he moaned appreciatively and quickly stopped struggling as Adam began to manipulate his cock. "Oh, fuck, that feels good!" he muttered. Adam couldn't quite get a fist around the Owen's length so he used his fingers, pulling the foreskin fully back to expose the dark, sticky mushroom. He wanked him slowly for a minute until Gavin interrupted. "Let me have a go," said the youngest boy. Adam released his grip and Gavin took over, jerking it vigorously. "Not so fast," Owen complained, "Slow down a bit!" Sam, still sitting on Owen's warm chest, now began to wank his own cock. He looked around at the other three boys who were also playing with themselves. Gentle panting and the rubbing of five hands on five cocks were the only sounds in the room until Owen announced through clenched teeth, "I'm gonna cum soon." The other boys all watched as Gavin squeezed and worked the cock towards climax. A sigh from Owen signalled the finish and was followed by a squirt of creamy fluid that shot upwards, landing on Sam's rear. "Wow!" exclaimed Gavin, who had never seen spunk before. Smaller pulses of cum jetted from the boy before he sunk back onto the mattress with a satisfied grin. "I'm about to jizz," Adam announced and now they all watched him closely as the droplets of boycum appeared at the tip of his finger-thin cocklet. His cum was clear, unlike Owen's milky, thicker contribution. "Finish me off, Sam," said Tom. Sam took the meaty boycock gladly and jerked it, feeling the throb of the imminent cumshot. Owen was now past his earlier apprehension and joined in the fun by grasping Sam's little organ and wanking him. Tom groaned and shot a squirt of hot cum which Sam caught in the palm of his hand avoiding the mess that would have occurred. The feel of the sticky goo pushed him to orgasm and Owen was rewarded with a trickle of clear fluid that ran down his fingers. Gavin, meanwhile, had watched all the proceedings as he wanked on his tiny stiffness. "It's not bloody fair," he complained, "You lot can all spunk up and I can't!" "You will one day soon," Adam said. "I try all the time," Gavin went on, "but nothing ever comes out." "Maybe you don't do it right," Sam suggested, "let me show you." Gavin quickly found himself the centre of attention. He lay on the mattress with two naked boys on either side. Sam took the little cock between finger and thumb and wanked him. The tight foreskin wouldn't retract but a flash of cockhead revealed itself as Sam eased the skin back and forth. Adam and Tom took it in turns to fondle the tiny nuts pulled up tightly inside the hairless, pink scrotum. Owen's contribution was to tweak Gavin's pert nipples, encouraging them to stiffen to little nubs. This action intrigued Sam, especially, who wondered if Owen had a thing about nipple-play. "It's no good," Gavin griped, "it ain't gonna work." "What does it feel like?" asked Tom. "Dunno," Gavin replied, "a bit like I need to stop for a piss." "No, it isn't that," Sam encouraged, "that's what you're supposed to feel...just let it happen." All four boys continued to caress and fondle little Gavin, spread-eagled beneath them with his eyes screwed shut. Suddenly, his body stiffened and he thrust his hips upwards. Sam quickened the pace and was rewarded by a sob from Gavin and a drop of stickiness at the end of Gavin's organ. "That felt amazing!" Gavin enthused. "You've spunked!" Sam congratulated. Gavin sat up to check it out for himself. It was only a single droplet, for sure, but it was definitely spunk and not piss. Sam touched the drop with a fingertip and drew it out to a thin strand of viscous wetness. "Yep," agreed Tom, "that's real spunk alright!" Gavin grinned. "That's the best birthday present ever!" . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .