SUNDAY, MARCH 4, 2018

Michael stepped out of the darkness and onto the stage. He watched as Yanni struggled to get his fat ass off the old, worn sofa the boys kept on stage. He was mumbling something in Greek that no one would understand. Finding his balance, he straightened and caught sight of his obsession. He removed the cigar from his teeth and the corners of his mouth drew his mouth into an evil smile. "Well, well, well, we meet again Michael. Not quite the circumstances I expected, but I did promise myself I'd get you in end."

"Fuck you," spit Michael with all the venom he could muster. He was almost glad to be face-to-face with Yanni. The boy figured that as long as the fat man didn't sit on him, he didn't have anything to worry about.

"Oh, what nasty language for such a sexy, little boy."

Michael saw the flash of a laser sight on the back wall of the stage. The angle told him it was coming from the balcony -- help had arrived. Careful to not give their presence away by taking his eye off Yanni, Michael had one last thing to say to the evil man. "Rot in hell you fucking piece-of-shit."

"You know, I was thinking of keeping you alive. You were always popular at the parties. Made me big money. But I don't like your attitude anymore." He extracted his pistol from inside is jacket.

In the instant Michael saw the glint of light reflect off the silver revolver, his realized he missed his opportunity. He could have picked up the gun of one of the other men and entered the other side of the stage behind Yanni. Instead, he rushed onto the stage without thinking.

The pistol turned revealing the opening at the end of the barrel. Michael flinched when a single shot rang out.

It was as if someone flipped a switch in Yanni's brain. One second he's pulling his gun, the next he's dropping to the ground like a ragdoll.

SWAT team members stormed the stage from left and right. One agent grabbed Michael and whisked him to safety. The others checked to ensure the target was neutralized.

Michael heard a voice over the agent's ear piece. "Captain, all three targets neutralized. It's safe to enter the building." He then heard the Captain give the stand down order.

Michael tapped the man on the back. "I'm fine. Put me down."

The man stopped and lowered Michael to his feet. "I need to get Sam."

The agent nodded, "I'll follow."

At the door to the video room, Michael knocked. "Hey Sam, it's Michael. It's okay to come out now."

They heard the book shelf slide along the wall, the work table dragged away from the door, and the chair removed from under the door knob. Michael giggled. Sam had made sure no one was getting in that room.

The deadbolt disengaged and Sam pulled the door open. The boy jumped at the sight of the SWAT officer in full gear. Then he saw Michael. "Here," he handed Michael his phone back, "Brian wants to talk to you."

Michael looked at the phone and slowly raised it to his ear. He suspected he was about to get an earful. "Hello?"

He heard Brian breathe a sigh of relief. "Are you okay?"

"Yes."

"I heard that two of the men were, uh..., out of commission when they got there. Was that your doing?"

"Yes."

"How were you able to do that if you were locked in the room with Sam like I asked?"

Michael didn't have an answer for that.

"Well, when I get there, I don't know if I'm gonna hug you or strangle you."

Michael laughed. "You're coming here?"

"Yes, I'm coming there. You just helped wrap up the biggest investigation of my career. I need to be there to tie up loose ends and take care of all the paperwork you created for me."

"When will you get here?"

"I won't be in East Harbor until about seven-thirty your time."

"You're gonna come see me, aren't you?"

"You bet," replied Brian. He had to admit, he was looking forward to seeing his little friend. "Now, they are going to do a quick medical exam of both you boys then they are going to ask you to walk them through what happened. After that, one of the officers will take you home."

"Okay. Oh, dad?"

"Yes, Michael." He always liked it when Michael called him dad.

"Does my dad know what happened?"

"No, I'm getting ready to call him and fill him in."

"Okay. Can you leave out the part where I didn't do what you told me to do?"

Brian laughed. "I think he'll figure that out on his own."

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After their medical checks, Sam followed Michael as he walked the officers and agents through what had happened. The evidence was pretty clear, so Michael only needed to fill in the gaps of how he accomplished everything. When they finished, one of the Federal agents took Sam and Michael to the Meijer home. On the way, the boys sat silently in the back of the car. Michael stared out the window lost in thought. Sam stared at his friend in a mix of admiration and awe. It was like being friends with a real-life hero from some Hollywood movie.

"Oh no, my parents are here," groaned Sam.

The agent walked the boys to the door and the boys walked in. Michael ran to Lars and jumped in his father's arms. "I'm sorry, dad."

"I know, Michael," said Lars, full of emotion. "Oh, I love you. I love you. I love you," he said, tightly squeezing the boy. "I know you did what you had to do. It's over, so now you don't have any more excuses for doing crazy shit."

"Oh, my baby!" cried out Mrs. Greenfield, embarrassing Sam in front of his friends. He sulked and approached his parents. Both parents hugged him as his mother fussed over her only child.

In frustration, Sam whined, "I'M FINE, mom. I was safe in hiding the whole time." This admission in front of his friends made him flush with shame. Michael had been out taking on the bad guys while he hid like a little wimp.

"Like I was saying, Mrs. Greenfield," said Lars. "Sam needs time to process all that's happened today. I'm more than happy to help him talk through the day's events and the boys want him to spend the night tonight. Since they cancelled school tomorrow, I was thinking you might agree that this would be beneficial for Sam to get some counseling and be with his friends. Then he'll be prepared to discuss everything with you and your husband tomorrow."

"Well," Mrs. Greenfield had a tendency to fret over only child. "if you think it is best, Dr. Meijer. We can come pick Sam up first thing in the morning."

"Don't you worry about that. I'll be fixing a large breakfast in the morning. We could bring Sam home after breakfast and all the boys have gotten ready for the day."

Mrs. Greenfield finally relented. After visiting for a while longer and being assured by the agent that the boys were safe, Mr. and Mrs. Greenfield returned home with the understanding they would pick Sam up in the morning after breakfast.

"What are you cheering about?" asked Lars.

"I don't have to deal with my parents tonight." He turned to Gregory and Lukas and the boys exchanged high-fives.

"But you will have to talk to your parents about what's happened at some point."

Sam was soaring from relief. "By tomorrow they'll be over it all." From his viewpoint, if he made it through this evening, it would be smooth sailing from here on out.

"Sam," corrected Lars, "I meant about what's happened over the weekend and this morning between you and Gregory. And we still need to have our talk."

The blonde's stomach felt like his wings had melted and he was plummeting towards the Earth.

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Brian had arrived in time to enjoy a late dinner with Zach, Lars and the boys. After dinner and filling the gang in on the loose ends with Yanni and the sex trafficking case, Brian took Gregory home and returned to work. He hoped to get back to Connecticut in time for Gavin's lacrosse match Tuesday evening.

The boys, along with Sam, were hanging out in Michael's bedroom over at Simon's house. Matthew agreed to take the guest room so they could all spend the night at Simon's. Zach made the suggestion, arguing that he wanted Matthew there for protection, even if the boys were now safe. In reality, he knew Matthew needed to be close to his little brother, especially on a night like this.

"Lil' bro," said Lukas, throwing an arm around Michael's shoulder, "you about gave dad a heart attack today. Good thing he didn't know what you were doing other than not being in the room with Sam."

"Yeah," added Simon with a laugh. "He about lost it when he realized Sam had your phone and you weren't in hiding. Then, when you were telling him the story and got to the part where you jumped off the handrail to grab the ceiling thingy. Man, I thought he was gonna faint."

"I'm sorry I didn't ask you guys to help. It just happened so fast. I left Sam in the video room to protect him. They were there for me and didn't even know Sam would be there. If I got caught and I was alone, Sam would have been safe. If they found me with Sam, they would have taken him too." The boys all nodded silently.

Matthew, who'd been quiet throughout the evening, finally decided to say what he had to say. "Michael, I agree with everything up to that point. Being in the catwalk, especially after you went backstage in the dark, you were safe." Matthew's voice raised as he continued, all of his emotions spilling out. "They would never have looked for you in the rafters. You also had the ability to find a different room to lock yourself in. Hell, if you were really thinking about it, you and Sam could have crawled up through the roof of the building and escaped. But you took unnecessary chances and put yourself in more danger."

"But I'm fine," argued Michael.

"You're fine ONLY because the police got there in time," Matthew's raised voice made the younger boy flinch. "Tell us, when you walked out on the stage to face Yanni, what were you going to do?"

Michael sat silently. He had hoped no one would catch that flaw in his plan. When he walked the investigator through what happened, the man asked him the same question. Michael admitted he'd walked out onto the stage in anger -- with no regard to any consequence. He was damn lucky the sharp shooter made it to the balcony in time. Even seconds later, the trained sniper might not have had time to set up for the shot allowing Yanni to pull his trigger.

If he hadn't seen the laser sight, would he have done things differently? Would he have said those smart-ass comments and been shot at? Even killed? Would he have run? He'll never know the answer to those questions. Things just turned out the way they did.

"You're right," he admitted. This time he stood and raised his own voice. "I needed this to end. I'm tired of having to have people protect me from those sick fucks. Yanni is why grandma and grandpa are dead. Yanni is why mom's dead. Hell, Yanni and his men are even part of why dad did what he did. I'm finished being scared. I hated him and wanted him and all his cronies dead and now they are. And I'm never going to apologize again for what I did today. You know why? Because I know, if it were you, you would have done the same thing."

The other three boys sat motionless, waiting to see Matthew's reaction to Michael's show of defiance. They agreed with Matthew's points, but after hearing Michael's point of view, they weren't nearly as angry at their little brother.

Matthew was reduced to a confused mess of emotions. Fear, anger, loss, sadness, joy, guilt -- he trembled as his mind went into overload. Michael perched himself on his brother's knee and gave Matthew a hug. Matthew squeezed the boy back, twice as hard.

"It's okay Matthew, I'm growing up. I'm not little anymore. I'm almost twelve."

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It was getting late and the boys settled in for the night. Matthew headed to the guest room and Simon and Lukas headed to their room leaving Sam and Michael alone in his room. They sat cross legged on Michael's bed, quietly talking.

"Thank you," said Sam. It was the first time they were alone, and he could thank the boy for sacrificing himself for Sam's protection. "You were awesome today." Sam felt his cheeks flush and his heart raced. He was starting to crush hard on Michael and now they were alone and spending the night together in the same bed.

"You're welcome," replied the younger boy. Then he whispered, "Can I ask you something?" It was dark and quiet, making the large bedroom more intimate. To preserve that intimacy, whispering seemed appropriate.

Sam nodded.

"Are you gay?"

Sam nodded again. The events at the theater had distracted him from the momentous event in his life. This weekend he had effectively begun the process of coming out. It was the first time in his life that he acknowledged or acted on something he'd known since early in the school year.

"Have you said it?"

"Said what?" asked Sam.

"From what I heard, everyone has talked about you possibly being gay, but I never heard you refer to yourself as being gay."

"So?"

"I remember the first time I said it out loud. It felt really good."

Sam thought about it while the boys sat quietly. Then Sam looked up from his toes and said, "I'm gay."

Michael looked up and smiled at Sam. Sam smiled back feeling like a weight had been lifted from his shoulders. A weight he wasn't aware he was carrying.

"Are you gay?" asked Michael, encouraging Sam to own his identity.

"Yes, I'm gay." Sam's smile brightened.

Michael hopped up off the bed. "Let's get ready for bed." He pulled his shirt over his head. "I'm going to take a shower." He dropped his shorts and undies then flicked them into his hamper with his left toes. "We could shower together, if you want."

Sam didn't have to be asked twice. He'd hoped for the opportunity to have fun with Michael tonight, but he wasn't sure how to approach it -- particularly after the fiasco with Gregory that morning. Getting a chance to sample Michael tonight would make three different boys in three days. The pros for coming out were definitely out weighing the cons.

The 13-year-old was embarrassed to be sporting a full erection before he even made it to Michael's bathroom. Using his hands to hide it was too obvious. Instead, he went the covert route using his wrist to press his hard dick towards his hip in the hope Michael wouldn't notice. No one was fooled.

Michael turned on the water and backed his way out from under the shower curtain while the shower's spray warmed. Turning to face Sam, his friend's predicament was evident.

"It's okay," explained Michael, "I've seen boners before." Both boys giggled quietly, but Michael's comment broke the ice. Sam moved his hand away. Michael reached his hand part way then looked up at Sam. "May I?" Sam nodded his approval.

Michael cupped Sam's hairless sack and rolled the grape sized testes between his fingers. The contact of the boy's hand on his nuts made Sam's boner flex. With his other hand, Michael traced Sam's pubes. There was a little tuft of brown pubes on either side of Sam's rigid pole with a little strip over the top to connect them. Michael dragged his fingers along Sam's shaft and Sam shivered and moaned.

"The water should be warm now." Michael moved to the back of the bathtub and slipped into the shower. Sam was right behind him.

The situation hadn't escaped Sam. He'd messed around the Friday night at the sleep over under the pretense that even the straight boys were doing it. Saturday night he'd taken advantage of Gregory. The one-sided affair kind of made a mess of things because he and Gregory weren't on the same page. Tonight, he'd come out to Michael and they were definitely on the same page. This was his first night, gay boy with gay boy, and no parents around to catch them in the act.

Michael had his back to Sam. His chin was turned upward allowing the spray to cascade over his face. Sam stepped up behind the younger boy. Placing his arms around the boy's body, Sam pressed himself against Michael. His hard cock rested across the small of Michael's back, but it still felt wonderful to Sam. The blonde buried his face into Michael's hair and moaned with delight. Michael turned his head and brought his lips to Sam's.

As the evening drew to a close, Michael expected tonight's fun with Sam to be similar to his instructing Trey in their initial encounters. But Sam's coming out journey was also beginning to show a different side of the seventh grader. In the shower, Sam was showing a more confident, take charge persona. Michael was certain that as Sam came out and people got to see the whole person, then the whole Sam could be present for others. He definitely liked this Sam.

As the boys kissed, Sam explored Michael's chest and abs. He noted the differences between Michael and Gregory's bodies. Though Michael was younger and shorter, his body had much more muscle and almost no fat. It intrigued Sam and turned him on even more.

Michael reached behind his back and gave Sam's cock a squeeze. Sam groaned into Michael's mouth. Michael broke the kiss. "Let's hurry up in here so we can get to bed."

That sounded perfect to Sam. The boys washed each other's fronts at the same time, fast and efficiently. Michael turned Sam around to wash his back. Again, speed and efficiency were in order. Back, legs, butt, however, Sam didn't expect the attention Michael paid to his virgin hole. The boy's soapy fingers cleaned his crack and wrinkled pucker making Sam's knees shake. Sam moaned out loud when Michael wiggled the tip of a finger working a bit of finger and soap into the tight hole. Michael rinsed Sam thoroughly then spun around to allow Sam to return the favor.

They dried and brushed their teeth quickly and were in Michael's bed in a flash. Michael did a half twist landing on his back and Sam dove on top. Their naked bodies entangled from tongue to toes.

The frantic nature of Sam's lust turned Michael on despite the rigorous events of the night before. To Michael, the confident, passionate, blonde seventh-grader was quite sexy.

As much as Sam loved kissing and the body contact with Michael, he wanted more and was excited to have a partner that wanted it as much as he did. Turning his body, he made a close inspection of the younger boy's cock and balls with his eyes, his hands, then his mouth and tongue.

Michael groaned and arched his back when Sam engulfed his wares. The fuck fest with Lewis was fun, but he liked having the rest of his body pleasured too. "Oh Sam, that feels so good."

Wanting in on the action, Michael carefully flipped the situation. Suddenly, Sam found himself flat on his back with Michael's nut sac resting on his nose. His eyes rolled back as Michael took the boy's four-and-a-half inches in one swoop. He then pulled back and swirled his tongue around Sam's cockhead enjoying the stream of delicious precum that flowed from the older boy.

Sam gripped the boy's ass and held on for the ride. He suckled on the delicious piece of boy meat in his mouth as Michael put on a cock sucking clinic. As Michael's excitement grew, he fucked Sam's mouth while he worked on the older boy's cock. The vigorous activity caused the boys to work up a sweat, washing away the scent of the lavender and jasmine body wash and replacing it with the smell of each boy's personal scent. A smell in which each boy reveled.

Sam's grip tightened and he opened his eyes, taking in the sight of the flexing muscles in Michael's thighs, the taut, wrinkled scrotum bouncing off the end of his nose, the "y" formed by the boy's taint rising to the "v"-shape of his spread butt, then zeroing in on the winking, beige puckered hole. The idea of sticking his cock in that hole and fucking Michael sent Sam over the edge. Caught by surprise, Sam could only moan and whimper as he filled another boy's mouth for the first time. It was heaven.

Michael released the sensitive head of the inexperienced boy from his lips. He took another swallow and licked his lips. 'Yum!' thought Michael. He raised his hips to move his cock away from the potential danger of Sam's teeth then spun around so they could kiss again. Michael smiled to himself feeling Sam's still erect boner pressing against his own.

Not caring what sparked his desire, Michael began working south again. First, he kissed his way back to Sam's ear and the boy went wild. Sam never imagined someone nibbling or licking his ear would be highly erotic. The same for when Michael worked his tongue and lips down the side of the blonde's neck. Sam panted with desire when Michael lapped at the older boy's sternum, nipped at his nipples, kissed his torso, and tongued his belly button. Sam's delirium from pleasure distracted him from what Michael was doing until the seventh-grader's knees were pushed against his chest. Not sure what Michael had in mind, Sam opened his eyes and looked down between his knees. His curled hips pointed his hard dick towards his face, giving him a clear view of Michael diving face first into his ass. Michael's pointed tongue scored a direct hit on Sam's hole and the older boy let out a squeal. The back of Sam's head dug into the mattress and his legs twitched as Michael attacked his hole. It was nothing like anything Sam had ever imagined. He grabbed his knees and pulled his legs back farther to give Michael better access.

When Michael's brain redirected a bit of its capacity from the input flooding his senses to conscious thought, he wondered where his enthusiasm for eating Sam's ass came from. Was it his enjoyment performing analingus or Sam's enjoyment receiving it? No reason to dwell on such a frivolous question. Michael continued until his tongue began to ache. He pulled back and eyed his work. Sam's hole had relaxed and was slightly opened from his tongue prying it open. Spit dripped down the blonde's ass to his tailbone. Curiously, Michael sucked on his right index finger then traced it around the glossy hole before dipping it into the center. His finger slid in to the second knuckle.

Sam's feet kicked into the air and the boy exclaimed, "Oh!"

Michael smiled seeing Sam's toes point as the boy experienced previously unknown pleasures. He twisted his finger clockwise and counter clockwise causing friction in the boy's virgin ass. Sam hummed and whined with intense pleasure.

In time, Michael's finger was fully buried in the 13-year-old's ass. He giggled with the thought of what he'd do next. Turning his finger until his palm faced upward, Michael curled his finger and searched for Sam's prostate. He knew he'd found it when Sam's eyes shot open.

With a squeak, Sam's legs shot straight out, and his hole clamped down on Michael's finger. The more experienced boy was prepared and worked to maintain contact with Sam's prostate. He rubbed the nub as fast as he could. Sam climbed to a fevered pitch. His fists clutched the bedding. His head rolled right and left. Then something happened that Sam didn't know could happen. He experienced his first, hands-free, prostate induced orgasm.

"UGH!" cried Sam. His entire body tensed up while his cock twitched and sprayed a load of young, teen cum across his stomach. Michael didn't stop abusing the boy's prostate until Sam's orgasm waned. When Sam's body relaxed, Michael extracted his finger.

"Holy shit!" gasped Sam, panting to replenish the oxygen in his body.

Michael swiped a finger through the boy's cum and licked it clean. He wiped up more of Sam's cum and leaned forward to feed it to its maker. Sam sucked and licked Michael's finger clean.

The younger boy sat back on his heels and mindlessly toyed with his boner as he watched his friend recover from an intense orgasm.

Sam couldn't believe anything having to do with his butt could feel so good. 'If that felt good, what else will feel good?' There was another thing he'd been wanting to try and now seemed the perfect time. Struggling to regain control of his body, Sam pulled his knees back to his chest.

"Go ahead," he suggested.

The offer surprised Michael. He thought Sam wanted him to stick his finger back in. Michael's pause gave Sam time to clarify.

"Fuck me," Sam ordered.

"What?"

"Stick your dick in me. Come on. Please."

Since this was Sam's first time, Michael would normally have discussed the fact that Sam was giving up his virginity and was it the right time, and right person, for that to happen. But Michael, entering the throes of puberty and two orgasms behind Sam, simply said, "Okay."

He bounced across the bed to grab his lube from under his pillow. Returning to Sam, he quickly lubed up a single finger and slid it into Sam's hot, tight hole. Sam smiled and hummed his satisfaction. To prep the boy, Michael sawed his finger in and out before adding more lube and another finger. Sam tensed with the second invader but gritted it out to his own pleasure.

Sawing, twisting, and scissoring his fingers, Michael gently stretched and lubed Sam's hole. In addition to monitoring the tightness of the boy's ass, Michael also watched Sam's face. He saw Sam move from discomfort to pleasure, then from pleasure to needy. Sam wanted more. In Michael's case, a third finger wasn't necessary. His dick was the next step.

"Are you sure you want me to do it?" asked Michael.

"Yes," said Sam breathlessly. "Please do it now."

Michael pulled his fingers from Sam's ass and lubed up his boner. It might not be four inches yet, it was close, but Michael's little cock was thick for a boy his age. Thick enough that Sam was going to know he'd lost his virginity. He wiped the excess lube across Sam's hole then shuffled into position. Michael slid his own knees apart to lower his pelvis then brought this cock head to Sam's hole. He teased the hole before lining up. Michael leaned forward to prepare for entry. Sam reached up to pull Michael's body to his, not realizing the consequences. Michael's knees slipped and his weight forced his cock into Sam's ass to the root.

Sam hissed as the thicker object plunged into his virgin hole stretching the little ring causing his ass to burn. The little top froze to let his friend adjust to the first cock to enter his hole. From the way Sam seemed to be enjoying it, Michael estimated his would be the first of many.

When the tension in Sam's face softened, Michael regained the traction with his knees and prepared to fuck. The moving of Michael's dick caused Sam to groan. The blonde locked his ankles behind Michael's butt, ready for what was to come. Michael adjusted the placement of his hands, so his arms kept Sam's knees back and ass up. Slowly, Michael began to slide his cock in and out. The 11-year-old shuddered with the feeling of his cock head dragging through the vice-like sheath of Sam's rectum.

"Faster," whispered Sam.

Michael sped up. The smile on Sam's face told him it was a good thing. He continued at this pace then froze.

"Don't stop!" pleaded Sam.

"I don't want to cum too fast," explained Michael. "I want to make this last for you."

"You gonna cum in my butt?" asked Sam. "Can you shoot?"

"Yeah, I can shoot. But I'll pull out if you want."

"NO! Com'on. Shoot it in me."

Michael asked knowingly, "You've thought about this, haven't you?"

"Yes," replied Sam, trying to use his feet to get Michael moving again. "I've been wanting this forever." (Well, since the beginning of the school year is forever in the mind of a middle schooler.)

"Okay. You've got it." Michael set a new pace, faster and harder than before, with the sole purpose of building up the biggest load he could muster for his friend.

Michael's pelvis slapped at Sam's backside as the little top pounded the once virgin hole. He worked hard to give Sam what he wanted. Wishing he could hold out longer, Michael was just too amped up to make that happen.

"Here...it...comes..." grunted Michael then he jammed his rod in deep and squirted his load.

Sam could feel Michael's cock expand then throb as it injected his hole with boy's cream. Sam sighed in his satisfaction. He was officially, no longer a virgin. He opened his eyes and smiled up at Michael. Michael smiled back.

Michael reached between their bodies and grabbed Sam's rock-hard erection and gave it a couple tugs. He pulled out of Sam and looked to see if he shot enough cum that it would leak out. He didn't see any, but maybe if he looked later, he'd see some.

Moving to his hands and knees beside Sam, he looked to the blonde and said, "My turn."

Sam took his cue and moved behind Michael. He laid his larger cock along the boy's crack and humped him like he had Gregory that morning. The excitement from getting his ass fucked had Sam hot and horny. Quickly, his precum slicked up Michael's crack and Sam basked in the pleasure coming from his cock. But that wasn't good enough for Michael.

"Stick it in."

A few more thrusts and Sam backed off and looked at the shiny valley. Michael's pert cheeks parted just enough to give Sam a view of his destination. A shiver ran up his spine.

No need to over think things. It's a great motto to live by and Sam lived up to it. Remembering what Michael had done to him, the blonde swooped in for an initial taste of Michael's backside. He only tasted his precum, which he liked, so he dug in. Tentative at first, he lapped at Michael's pink pucker and explored the texture with the tip. Michael relaxed his hole. The next flick of Sam's tongue pushed the tip right inside. Because of the recent shower and the youth of the boy, there was only a mildly musky, coppery taste. But what humored Sam was the sensation of Michael's ring closing around his tongue. He shoved it in and out of the hole repeating the sensation over and over again. The tongue fucking Sam was giving Michael caused both boys to groan out loud. Sam turned his attention away from the experience he was having, to the pleasure he was giving. He began to experiment with different techniques using Michael's reaction to judge their worthiness of trying again.

In the meantime, Michael was ready for the next step. He grabbed the lube and put some on his fingers. Curling his shoulders under, he reached back and slathered lube on Sam's hard dick. The teen jumped at the unexpected hand on his cock, but quickly settled in to rimming Michael as the slick hand played with his cock.

Michael switched his hand from Sam's cock to his own before repeating his earlier command. "Stick it in."

This time, Sam did as commanded. He moved his knees around to adjust his height to Michael's hole. Leaning forward, he watched and guided his glans to the center of its target. When he gently pushed forward, Michael shoved back taking Sam entirely into his body.

"Oh fuck!" cried Sam with the surprise of his cock buried to the root in Michael's ass. When Michael squeezed his ass tight, strangling Sam's newly christened cock, Sam simply grabbed onto Michael's hips and moaned. The blonde recovered his senses quickly. He knew what to do next. Slowly pulling out until the head was still in the warm, moist tunnel, he then reversed course and slid back in until his sparse pubes were mashed against Michael's ass. Once confident he had his movements measured so he wouldn't pull out too far, Sam steadily increased his speed.

Even though Sam had already cum twice, Michael didn't expect his older friend to last long. That inspired Michael to work hard and fast on his own boner in order to work one last load before going to sleep.

Sam lost track of time and space. His universe was his cock in Michael's ass and the load in his balls begging for release. He tossed his head back and worked his hips with abandon. The sound of slapping rose again in Michael's bedroom, waking the boys in the room next door. It only took minutes, but they were memorable minutes. The urgency of his load pushed Sam to go faster and faster until he unleashed his load into Michael's ass.

He continued to piston his hips through his orgasm. The prolonged friction on his cock amplified the moment. Four, five, six shots fired -- intense no matter how small a load he produced this time around. With the last twitch of his orgasm, Sam slid fully into Michael and caught his breath.

Enjoying the knowledge of being Sam's first and the fullness the still hard cock provided, Michael reached his own orgasm seconds after Sam finished his.

The younger boy emitted a high-pitched whine, then his ass clamped down on Sam's pole and milked it with each contraction, draining Sam of any remaining dregs of cum left in his cock. Once Michael's ass released his spent dick, Sam collapsed backwards onto the bed. Michael used his remaining strength to crawl over to Sam and pull the covers up.

Sam chuckled. Michael scooted closer. "What was that about?"

"I'm not a virgin anymore." Sam turned his head and grinned at Michael.

"No, you are certainly not a virgin anymore as a top or bottom." Michael saw a look of realization come over Sam's face.

"Oh! That's what top and bottom means!" Sam laughed at himself. He rolled onto his side to face Michael. "Thanks. I'm glad it was you."

"Really?" asked Michael. "You don't wish it was Gregory?"

"Being with Gregory was nice because it was something I dreamed about. But it is so much better with someone who is gay like me. We did stuff together instead of me just getting fucked by a straight friend. We did stuff Gregory wouldn't have done."

"Having sex with a straight guy isn't all that bad." Michael felt like he had to defend his relationship with Matthew and the fun he had with Lewis, even if Sam was clueless about those affairs. "Besides, Gregory is special to you."

Sam raised up on his elbow. "Michael. You're someone very special too. Don't you ever forget that." Sam, with his free hand, reached to pull Michael closer. Looking into Michael's eyes, Sam's heart raced. The blonde and newly confirmed gay boy leaned down and engaged Michael in a long, passion-filled kiss.