Date: Tue, 24 Jul 2018 05:16:54 +0000
From: Caden Michaels <handittome@live.com>
Subject: Vendor Boy Part 3

Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction and contains homosexual acts
between minors. Please do not read this if it is illegal for you to do
so. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the
author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual
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I'm sorry it's taken me 9 years between the previous part of the story.
I've written others since.  But my best friend Cody has been wanting me to
continue this one for a while so for his birthday he finally got his wish.
Happy Birthday Cody! I hope it was worth the wait!



Vendor Boy (Part III)


"Come get your candy..."

These past few days have been miserable.  I haven't been able to sleep and
every time I think about...there's just a terrible pit in my stomach.  Mom
wouldn't believe me when I told her I wasn't feeling well. I didn't have a
temperature she said.  I wasn't coughing.  How could I be sick?  I don't
know.  I just was.

"Sodas and Gatorade too..."

I did everything I could to get out of today but she just wouldn't have it.
She said it would be good for me to get out of the house.  Plus they needed
me to run the snack shack.  But she had no idea what she was talking about.
This was the LAST place I wanted to be right now.  The pain in my gut was
only getting tighter.  I could hardly breath. Especially with him right
over there.

"Ok. Um...That's two dollars."

I tried so hard to avoid looking his way but it was an impossible task and
I was losing.  I'd fight the urge, pretending to care about anything else
but then curiosity would get the best of me and I'd eventually glance over.
The wet flop of hair disheveled, his shimmering chest rapidly inhaling from
a play well done, and that smile as his teammates pat him on the back.  A
brief moment of relief from the internal suffering, a comforting break, a
beautiful breather.  But then the memory came rushing back out of nowhere.
The thought of us...of what we did...I...why does it hurt so much?

The game was over.  The crowd was disassembling and the players were making
their way over to collect their hard earned snacks.  This was almost over.
In no time I'd be home, safe in my own bed where I could be alone and not
have to worry about any of this.  I'll just play video games and drown it
all out.  It's worked great so far this week.  And I'm almost level 74 now.
Pretty soon I'll be strong enough to beat the-

"Hey Ven."  The horde of boys were clamoring around the stand, pushing and
shoving, grabbing snacks and exchanging money but among the raging throng
stood a, for the first time, stoic boy, accidently shining radiantly in his
tantalizing blue and yellow speedo and timid composure.  His mouth was
small and unsure.  His eyes nervously dancing between my face and the candy
just trying to engage in a quiet, personal conversation amid the clamoring
crowd.  And yet somehow I heard him.  I heard only him.

I froze, unsure of what to do, considering my options while my eyes took
over and begin soaking up his beauty scrolling down his godly chest, firm
yet boyishly soft tummy, the stunning perfect package just below containing
the sweetest tasting boy bits that I couldn't stop dreaming of.  My mouth
began to water, my heart race.  But no.  I didn't want this.  This was
exactly why I begged not to come.  I wanted to cry.  I felt trapped, stuck
between my feelings and this boy.  Why wouldn't he just leave me alone?! I
had to get away.  I closed my eyes, completely blocking him out, took a
deep breath, focusing on the absence of everything and counted.  3.  2...1.
The air slowly seeped from my lungs, and with it, all the tension that had
been tormenting my body.  I took a moment to enjoy the quiet peace, so
simple and pure before slowly opening my eyes to the task at hand and
nothing more.  I had a job to do.

Merely minutes later the crowd had dissipated.  If he had been there, I
didn't notice.  I only saw the transactions.  The money, the goods.
Nothing more.  And now I was finally free.  Mostly.  The people were still
leaving, the teams trickling out of the locker room.  The exits were
congested and the last thing I needed was to run into...him.  I quickly
closed up shop and made my way toward the pool.  With the game now over it
was free swim time for the general public and most of the lanes were still
open.  Maybe a little exercise would help me blow off some steam and keep
my mind off of things.

I set my bag down onto a bench and began to strip.  I wasn't nearly as
toned as the water polo guys, but only because I hadn't actually joined the
team yet.  Next year.  But I was active enough to have some definition...at
least a little.  I mean I thought I looked pretty good for a kid my age.
Except my nipples are pretty small.  I think they're cute but my cousin
calls me mini nips, which doesn't upset me as much as it's probably
supposed to.  I pulled my shorts down past my thighs revealing the bright
red speedo.  I've hardly even taken it off since then....I had left so
suddenly I forgot to even...but man, it's so comfortable.  And I love the
way it makes me look.  I don't have a huge wiener but it kinda feels
exciting to show off what I've got.  Plus I like to sleep in them at night
cuz its so soft and smooth on the sheets and I can't help but pushing into
the bed until I get that really special feeling.  I looked down to admire
my form. It felt so free and oddly comforting and relaxing.  But I saw some
stains on the front that I hadn't yet washed off so I quickly dove in
before anyone noticed.

The water was so refreshing that it instantly brought a smile to my face.
I really missed the pool.  I hadn't been back for a week but this is where
I finally felt at home.  I started swimming freestyle, doing laps,
controlling my breathing, feeling the smooth lick of the water rush along
my lithe form.  Mom likes to joke that I was a dolphin in another life and
she's probably not wrong.  With each stroke the world melted away into
nothing and with it all my worries.  In this moment it was just me and the
water in a peaceful bubble safe from the things better left behind.  I
continued to swim far away from all of it, as far as my body would carry
me. Four laps.  Six.  Nine.  Fourteen.  All that pent up aggression melting
away into the water, dissolving into the chlorine until there was nothing
left, until my muscles had met their limit.  I breached the surface, having
come out the other side, perfectly free and sublime.

I held onto the side of the pool to catch my breath and found the area was
nearly empty now.  Just a couple kids and their parents.  But all signs of
the game, the teams, the spectators were long gone.  I pulled myself up and
out, gathered my things and made my way to the empty locker room with a
little trot, leaving a dripping trail behind me.

The area was empty. Each step rang a soft pad that echoed around the tiled
walls until I made it to my locker.  I twisted the combination without a
thought, exchanged my things for the shampoo I had stored inside and turned
toward the showers.  Even though I was alone here I appreciated the privacy
of the individualized stalls.  Plus, without anyone else to fight over it I
got to use the center one, which everyone knows has the best water
pressure.

I stepped inside, closed the curtain behind me, spun the knob and the
stream began to flow.  Ouch! I perhaps was a little too courageous at first
as I dashed to sidestep the scalding temperature, twisting my arm around
the water to tap the knob in the cooler direction until it felt just right.
I loved how slick my hairless skin felt in the water, how it slides right
off me. Even more so with the body wash.  As I began to lather in the soap
a small tent started to form inside my skintight suit and I'd occasionally
slide my hand down my torso to tease myself.  Aahhh...yeah that felt good.
I wish I could feel this good all the time automatically.  But then maybe
it wouldn't be so special anymore.  Who knows.  I then began to scrub the
shampoo through my silky hair, pinching my eyes tight to save myself from
any discomfort.  Mom says I have angel hair, whatever that means, but it
only makes me hungry for pasta.

"Ven..." Frightened, I jumped and nearly slipped, barely stabilizing myself
against the wall.  I rapidly rubbed the suds from my eyes and spun around.
In front of me was Sam, the boy I was trying so hard to forget, behind him
the curtain wavering to a close.  He was still in his team speedo, half
dry, hair absently spiked by a towel some time before.  He wore a nervous,
yet excited look on his face, an expression I couldn't quite pinpoint,
timidly biting his soft lower lip.  One arm hung down to his side, the
other crossing his chest to hold it at the elbow.  And his body was being
speckled by droplets bouncing off of mime, making him almost shimmer.
"I...um"

"What are you doing here? Get out!"  My voice was harsh, much more
aggressive than I intended. But the shock of seeing him, let alone here in
the shower was causing many unexpected side effects.  I was upset, yet my
heart skipped a beat, betraying my intentions.  Most of all I was simply
confused.

"Ven I need to talk to you alone.  Please just listen." His eyes were
pleading and desperate and for some reason I felt a twinge of guilt.  For
what, I had no idea.

"I don't want to talk to you Sam.  Just go away."  I said the words but
wasn't sure I meant them.  Or didn't I?

"Look Ven it's ok.  My brother doesn't even care.  I explained everything
to him and it's ok."

"It's not ok! What if I care? What if I don't want to be-" I swallowed
hard, the word hurt in my throat.  "...that way."  My eyes began to sting,
and I wasn't so sure it was from the shampoo.  "I wish we never did that
stuff."

"I don't."  Sam scanned the vacant shower tiles as if searching for the
next words to say, or the courage.  "Ven I think...I think I love you."  He
spoke quietly and slowly, as if he was using the phrase for the first time,
unsure how to translate the emotion into words and cautious about how it
might sound.

"You have no idea what you're talking about.  You don't even know my real
name!"  How could he possibly say that?  I felt enraged, furious at the
idea. Furious that he could even think that and furious that maybe I even
wanted him to.

"Of course I do! It's Colten!"  I felt a stab in my side. How did he know
that?  He only ever called me Ven. And why?  Because I ran the vendor
booth?  It's so dumb that only he could think of something like that.

"Oh big whoop.  That's like, all you know about me."  I felt I was grasping
at straws at this point. I was so caught off guard I didn't even know what
I was saying anymore.

"That's not true! I know you love to swim and that you're awesome at it.  I
know you want to join the waterpolo team next season.  I know you live at
home with your mom and that you don't have any brothers or sisters.  I know
you were in P.E. with me last year." Wait what?  Was he really? He
cautiously took a step forward, leaning into the water and I flinched.  "I
know you love the color blue, just like your amazing eyes.  I know you're
normally really sweet and a little nervous because you don't think you fit
in. But you're way cooler than you even know."  My chest started pounding
as a cyclone of mixed emotions battled inside causing my heart to race
faster the closer he got, inch by inch.  "I know you are really special.  I
know that every time I see you I feel a little more happy than every time I
don't.  And I know that by the way you look at me, you probably feel the
same."  Our toes were nearly touching and he smiled the sweetest, most
sincere smile.  Something about it was so comforting and peaceful that I
could feel my muscles start to relax.  "And I know you look super cute in
my red speedo."  His hand gently slid itself on my hip along the thin
fabric heightening the sensation causing me to gasp and my tent begin to
swell.  My pulse stopped for a moment, lost in the beautiful confusion
before tears swelled in the corner of my eyes and I brought my hands to his
chest.  I felt the soft definition of a boyish god and the rapid beat of
his heart like a calming thunder to the touch.  But no.

"Stop!"  I pushed off of him, trying to throw him away but lost my footing
and fell to the ground, slamming hard onto the slippery tile.  The tears
began to flow freely now as I scrambled into the corner like a spider
trying to climb from the drain.  "I'm not gay ok!  I'm just not.  I can't
be...I don't want to be."  I was completely lost.  How could I be here?
What happened?  Why can't I just crawl into bed and never come out.

Sam paused for a moment, unsure of what to do, seemingly considering his
options before sitting down while still keeping a safe distance.  "Colten
I..." He chose is words.  "Maybe you're right.  Maybe I don't know what I'm
talking about.  But this life is a choice.  We don't have to do...we don't
have to be anything.  But you know what?"  He slowly skootched over, our
knees touching.  I could hear his breathing right in front of me as if
waiting for my response to his rhetorical question.  "I choose to be happy.
And Ven...all I know is that nothing makes me more happy than you."  The
space was silent except the relentless patter of the water spraying onto
the floor.  Warmth radiated all around me, the steam clouding yet cleansing
my senses.  I very slowly rose my face to peer from behind my trembling
arms, revealing to me a beautiful boy with a bittersweet smile and a
sparkle in his eye.  "But..." He scanned my face, searching for the
truth. "...what do you choose?"

For the first time in a week I looked deep into his crystal blue yes mere
inches from mine.  They shone a radiance and wonder far beyond what the
world could possibly offer on its own.  A breadth with no end, a light of
no equal.  Delicate freckles danced around his button nose, slightly burned
from his adventures in the sun.  His lips, softly curving into a gently
angled crescent between one and a half indented dimples, slightly
shuttering through each breath, revealing the small gap in his two front
teeth, a minute imperfection made perfect by the character it gave him.
And in all these features I found an undeniable warmth, until a tear
threatened to obscure the view of the boy before me and I wiped it from my
eye.

"Sam I..." I didn't have the faintest idea which words were supposed to
follow.  I only spoke them in the hopes that I would find out when I got
there.  But still I didn't know.  I didn't know why I felt this way, or why
I tried so hard not to.  I was unsure what was right or what was wrong.
But in this singular moment I knew absolutely nothing except the one
undeniable truth that the only absolute happiness in the world was looking
right at me.  I calmly closed my eyes and began to count to myself.  3.  I
let loose all the tension in my chest that had been holding me hostage.  2.
The thoughts, the inhibitions, the calculations fled from my mind releasing
me from the internal torment. 1. Nothing.  I let go.  I let go of
everything but the pure natural will to be happy and with that I slowly
drifted forward through the gently falling cascade toward the one constant
I had.  Sam.  And in a moment my lips fell upon his and right there under
the stream of the shower we held each other, sharing with one another a
feeling neither of us understood. Either love or something else entirely it
didn't matter.  Because in this moment, it was real and we both knew it.

Unsure of the future yet unafraid I separated my lips from his and looked
deep into those powerful eyes while my fingers absentmindedly slid down his
arms. "I'm sorry."  I knew he didn't need me to say it, but I had to.  It
was just for me.  He simply smiled and stood up, reaching his hand down to
help me join him.  On our feet I took a moment to soak in the boy before
me. His golden hair was now wetted to his forehead threatening to mask his
eyes and he pushed it aside. His cheeks a rosy red from the steaming warmth
surrounding us.  I watched the droplets slide down his neck along his
nicely defined chest, adorable nipples and flexing stomach muscles as he
assured his footing.  A few beads found a home in his cute little belly
button before spilling down the faint V shape of his navel to the promised
land contained in the tight yet currently misshapen thin layer of clothing
that failed miserably to hide the truth within.  Feeling my gaze I swear I
saw something twitch inside, leaving me struggling to hide a shudder. Then
I felt a hand on my cheek.  I nestled my face into it, stole a lingering
glance down below before darting back up to find his eyes locked on mine
with a comforting yet wildly intense leer, his soft hand gently caressing
my cheek before he swiftly closed the gap between us.  I only had the
briefest of moments to steal a breath before his lips were once again on
mine.

No longer inhibited by doubt or guilt our passion grew and I could taste it
on him, his tongue breaking the seal of my lips to find my own.  I let my
hands explore the smoothness of his back, sliding around feeling the
ripples of his muscles as his arms gripped me tightly and firmly.  He held
me like dough and he the master baker, kneading me, molding me, guiding me
toward the back of the stall in short slow shuffles until I felt the cool
tile against my back.  As if ignoring the obstacle he continued to push
into me, compressing my butt against it, and his chest into mine.  I held
him tighter, pulling him in, trying to become one, letting my hands slide
down the curvature of his back until they found the soft yet firm seat of
his suit.  I slipped my hands inside, exploring the smoothness within and
discovering a warmth so intense I grabbed all I could hold and pulled him
into me.  His cheeks flexed firmly and dimples formed beneath the palms of
my hands as he joined me in my effort.  His body was thrust into mine,
pinning me against the wall, our bellies molding together and below them,
our private parts, finding no other escape, compressed into each other in
an embrace so powerful that we both couldn't help but to release
harmonizing lustful moans.  Our kiss was interrupted, our lips separated
for a moment, eyes shut tight in euphoria, the hot breaths echoing among
the walls.

Sam rested his head on my shoulder while we took a moment to catch our
breath, each one brushing past my ear until one came with words.  "I think
I owe you something."  He began to kiss the shape of my neck and I craned
my head back, giving him full and complete access.  Little licks and pecks
cascaded down my body, along my chest, teasing my nipple for a brief spell
but not long, eager to continue its southern journey.  His nose and bated
breaths lightly tickled my tummy making me sputter gasps among stifled
whimpers, his hands gently sliding everywhere his face was not.  Then he
finally made it to the elastic fabric surrounding my waist and nibbled at
the band, pulling at it, his nose dancing around my navel, his chin teasing
my twitching wiener.  Sam's fingers pressed into the thin plush of my hips
to slip inside the stretchy seal that was needlessly protecting my
sensitive parts from his lusty desires and began pulling it down at a
painfully slow speed.  He brought his gaze up to mine with watched my eyes
widen while he smirked, letting his hands reveal to him my pride and joy
for the very first time.  The fabric was pulling at my dick, caught beneath
the elastic, pushing it down as he slowly pulled, building the tension and
sending shivers up my spine making me struggle to keep my eyes open as they
fought to roll in the back of my head.  I heard Sam giggle, clearly
enjoying teasing me until all of a sudden the speedo slipped passed and
fell to the floor.  My dick finally broke free, slapping him in the face,
leaking on his cheek and I let loose a deep sigh of relief.  It was fiery
red, and harder than it's ever been, trying to break free from the
fautoreskin keeping it safe yet unable to contain it all.  Sam was struck
silent, his eyes glued to the new toy before him.  It wasn't that big at
maybe just over 4 inches.  Smaller than Sam's but right before his eyes it
seemed to be more than enough for him.

I looked down passed my chest, eager to see what he would do next as he
absentmindedly licked his lips and adjusted the clearly painful bulge in
his suit.  Unable to even so much as blink he slowly wrapped a hand around
my shaft, gently at first, so much so that I hardly felt it.  His fingers
were so soft and sweet as they danced around, watching it bounce and twitch
with each touch.  He had seemed so confident in his mission until this
point but now at the precipice Sam almost looked as if he were overwhelmed
and overcome by the reality that was bobbing around in front of him.  At
least until I felt his grip tighten and I let out a little gasp.  He
prolongingly slid back the foreskin, leaking drops of precum onto his lap.
It was finally time.  He opened his mouth and brought his face forward only
to stop just before.  I could feel him breath fire on the tip of my wiener
and it flexed, as if begging for attention.  Mouth wide open, Sam beamed up
at me and locked eyes.  I was practically shaking with anticipation,
shivering in the hot flow of the water soaking the room with a thick steam.
Just one dimple began to form in his left cheek as his mouth somehow formed
a circular smirk, making him look so hot that my dick twitched again
fighting the vice grip he held it in.  Then like a serpent without warning
he thrust himself forward, engulfing me almost down to the root, his nose
squishing into my tummy, his lips creating a tightly sucking seal, and his
tongue slurping the underside of the sensitive mushroom tip that was daring
to venture out of the safety of its foreskin.

My hands flew to his head, gripping his hair so fiercely that I nearly
pulled some out.  My vision grew blurry as my eyes rolled into the back of
my head which was thrown into the wall, my throat releasing a guttural moan
that most certainly would have been cause for concern to anyone else who
might be in the locker room.  But even if someone was, I didn't care
anymore.  It bounced around the walls encouraging Sam even further as he
began to rapidly bob up and down.  "Craaaap!"  I never cussed but if there
was ever a time to use the C word, this was it.  It was as if Sam unlocked
something deep inside me and I was on autopilot.  I was his surrogate, his
avatar as he manipulated my joystick and pushed all the right buttons,
having complete control of my body.  I was just along for the ride.  My
hips thrust forward into him, trying to get further into his mouth, jabbing
the back of his throat making him gag a little and come up for air.  But
that only sparked a fire within him as he came back for more, trying to go
deeper to push past the limits his body failed to enforce.  He placed his
hands on my hips to guide me, my butt slamming back into the wall making a
slapping sound then I flexed my cheeks for the windup and held his head in
place.  He tongued the tip and I shivered, then all at once we thrust
together and my wiener pushed passed the seal within throat and into a
tight burning furnace that gripped my shaft as he tried to swallow.  "Oh
Saaammm..." I couldn't help but cry out his name.  Oh the things he was
doing to me.  He was starving and I was more than eager to feed it to him,
over and over.  Before I knew what was happening he was guiding my hips
back and forth, humping his face, doing all the hard work for me and I
closed my eyes to enjoy the incredible sensations that pulsed throughout my
whole body, warming my core.  I ran my hands through his soft hair, loving
every second of it, and him.  I hope I was this good for Sam when I sucked
him last time.  If not he'd have to give me a few tips.

By now we had a steady rhythm going.  His hands glided around my hips to
the backside and began kneading my butt, gripping and squeezing with each
pull toward his face.  His fingertips continued to crawl around and into
the burning crevasse between until I could feel them tickling at my hole,
sending shivers up my spine.  I didn't know what he was doing and in any
other state of mind I might have found it strange but in this moment I was
his to do with what he pleased, and I was loving it.  My dick was so hard
that it practically hurt and I was getting really close to cumming.  "Sam
I..ugh...I think I'm gonna..."  I couldn't even finish the thought, his
ministrations constantly taking my breath away.  But he knew what was
happening and it only encouraged him to increase his pace.  His tongue slid
all around my wiener, coating it with his saliva and making it glide that
much faster.  My balls continually swung into his chin.  The hot rapid
exhale through his nose, like steam, tickled my tummy.  And in all the
commotion and passion and lust, while my hips thrust back and forth his
finger somehow wiggled its way inside, penetrating something in me.  I
pushed back into it, burying it deeper, needing it deeper.

"Sssaaaaaahhh!" My whole body tensed.  My toes tried to curl, lifting me
off the ground.  My breathing stopped, eyes clamped shut, back arching.
Salty sweat rolled down my face into my gaping mouth.  And the nerves all
around my body sent tingling passion waves down toward Sam's beautiful
face.  My butt clenched tightly, refusing to release its captor and my
balls scrunched up to thrust its contents out into the boy in front of me.
His lips continued to glide up and down along my shaft, his tongue teasing
the tip for his reward until finally...it came.  Like a flood I filled his
mouth with everything I had to offer, warm salty and slightly sweet cream
made just for him and him alone.  I continued to coat the insides of his
mouth, forcing him to shallow as it threatened to overflow, dribbling down
his lip.  Each shot blasted a wave through my whole body manifesting itself
into a moan, each one louder than the next. And then as the feelings began
to subside my wiener pulsed one last time, trying to give him more but
there was none.  He had it all.  And with a huge grin he gulped down the
last of my cum.

All too soon the high faded away leaving only numbing tingles sparkling
throughout my body.  Sam's finger regrettably slipped out and I softly
whimpered. As my weak knees gave way and I slid down the wall to the floor
with Sam.  I slowly opened my eyes, the edges still blurred and faded and I
saw him, the boy of my dreams with the biggest smile and wild looking
disheveled hair.  "Wow..." I whispered between heaving breaths.  He looked
so cute sitting there on his knees, his speedo obscenely tented with a
shiny wet spot in the front, his shimmering chest still trying to catch his
breath and that charming twinkle that melts my heart.  Some cum still
dribbled in the dimple of his flushed cheek like icing on the cake of my
beautiful boy.  I chuckled at the sight and brought my finger up to wipe it
off for him.  It was slippery and thin but once he saw what it was he
quickly sucked it off, tonguing my finger to be extra thorough, then pulled
it out with an audible pop.

"Yum!" He playfully licked his lips to show off and we laughed while I
pulled him into me for one more kiss.  I could still taste myself on his
tongue and while I much preferred his taste, I'm glad he loved it because
we absolutely had to do this again really soon.  Still out of breath I let
his lips fall from mine and he rested his head on my chest, closing his
eyes and listening to my heartbeat while I caressed his tummy with sweet
gentle touches.





"I'm sorry I was so mean to you earlier." After the events in the shower we
had gotten dressed and decided to walk home together, hoping to talk things
out.

"No man don't worry about it.  This stuff is so confusing and hard to
figure out.  And I don't blame you! I was really scared when Colin walked
in on us too.  Nearly shit my pants, or the bed or whatever.  Glad I didn't
though right? That would have been a mess being naked an all."  We both
laughed nervously, still not fully comfortable talking about it out loud
but trying to get used to the reality we found ourselves in. Also, it's
somehow really cool when he cusses.  I usually roll my eyes but with him I
think it's cute.

"Oh is that his name? I just grabbed my things and ran so fast when I saw
him.  I had never been so scared or embarrassed my whole life!"  I
shuttered just remembering the moment as I had done so many times since
then.

"He's always been such a buzzkill.  But yeah I know.  You left your tighty
whities behind.  And you can't have them back.  They're all mine now."  A
smug grin overcame his face, almost proudly.

"What? I did? Well ok then.  As long as I get to keep your speedo!"  I
spoke a little too loudly and excitedly but thankfully no one else was
nearby.

"Deal!" He promptly stopped and turned to offer his hand.  I looked
inquisitively pretending to consider the value of the exchange before
firmly reaching out to shake it.  "Pleasure doing business with ya Ven.  I
knew you sold candy and soda but now you're selling underwear too?"  We
both laughed and nearly fell over at the idea.  My gut hurt already and we
weren't even halfway home but once we calmed down we continued the trek
through the summer heat.

"So um...what did you end up telling Colin then?"  I struggled to get the
words out of my mouth, nervous to hear his response but knowing I wanted to
get it over with.

"Well, it was kind of complicated.  So...my mom-"

I stopped in my tracks. "You're mom!?  He didn't tell your mom did he?!"  A
sharp pain shot through my chest as my heart nearly stopped at the idea. My
palms started sweating, my breath quickening.

"Ven wait. Stop."  He grabbed hold of my shoulders and looked into the
terror on my face then hugged me only briefly in case someone was watching.
But that's all it took to melt in his arms and he seemed to squeeze all the
fear and stress right out of me.  "Look it's all ok just listen. Trust me."
I wiped a solemn tear from my eye and nodded.  "Here let's sit down and
I'll explain."  I reluctantly waddled behind and followed him over to a
nearby tree where we leaned against it, shoulder to shoulder and I began
picking at the grass.

"So..." he began, "Colin was super confused and didn't really get what was
going on.  He thought we were just playing a game or something.  I mean
he's only 8 and he has seen me naked before so it wasn't that big a deal
for him.  But I guess my mom was getting groceries from the car outside and
saw you run out of the house.  So she came in to check on me.  I had gotten
dressed by then but then Colin, the boob, told her he saw us wrestling
naked." I cringed and I'm sure he felt it but I tried to be strong and
trust him. So I continued to listen. "I can't lie to my mom.  Trust me I've
tried.  So she pulled me aside and I kinda explained everything.  Basically
I told her I was in love.  With a boy.  And that you loved me back."
Hearing that warmed my heart to the core.  It felt so great to know how he
felt about me and wasn't afraid to say it.  "But she just laughed.  Like,
not at me, but she thought it was funny for some reason as she started to
put the pieces together.  Also...she said that she was really proud of me."

"She was proud of you? For what? Liking a boy?" I was so confused at that
point.  My mom would never be proud of anything like that.

"Well ya that, but also she was proud that I had good taste."  I stared
back blankly, clearly not understanding.  "She thought you were cute Ven,
even if you were running past her at the speed of light and crying your
eyes out haha!" Sam playfully elbowed me in the side.

"Oh haha."  I let out a weak chuckle, both charmed and embarrassed.
Usually when people think I'm cute I get annoyed since I'm not a baby
anymore.  But when Sam says it I get butterflies.

"Yeah! And my parents really want to meet you!  Colin does too of course."
A moment ago the thought of Sam's little brother and my only memory
associated with him terrified me so much I wanted to puke.  But now all of
a sudden Sam's family didn't seem so bad.  I mean it sounded like they knew
our secret but somehow liked us even more because of it.  It was so
unexpected and hard to even fathom but hearing it now made me almost
excited to meet them all.  "In fact, Ven, you know what?! You should join
us for dinner tonight!"

"Oh um yeah maybe..." My voice trailed off, considering the option but it
was so sudden and I was perhaps overwhelmed.

"It's done! You're coming!" He wrapped his arm around me and hugged
tightly, squeezing my cheek against his.  "It's spaghetti night.  My
favorite!"  Sam jumped to his feet, invigorated by a newfound excitement
and pulled me up with him, eager to get us home.

The rest of the walk back we talked about all sorts of things.  Or rather
he talked and I listened.  He was telling me all about his family.  About
how his mom worked in the office at Colin's elementary school but stayed
home during the summer. How his dad went on a lot of business trips for his
job selling commercial air conditioners but was really fun when he was
actually in town.  He talked about how Colin was a great little spitfire
who really looked up to him and was usually pretty cool, but could also be
really annoying, especially when he was tired and cranky.  The whole time I
couldn't help but watch him as he bounced around excitedly pouring out his
life story.  His arms vigorously animating each thought.  Wild charming
expressions flashing upon his face.  I could listen to him ramble about
anything. Honestly.  He could even read our math book and I'd still be lost
in his presentation, or his eyes.  I couldn't help but carry on with an
ever-growing smile on my face, enjoying the show until he suddenly stopped
and turned.

"Welp we're here.  Home sweet home.  You remember this place right?" he
asked rhetorically.  I let out a brief giggle and lightly punched his
shoulder then followed him up the porch, watching his cute little butt
bounce in front of me as he guided the way.  Sam twisted the doorknob,
flung it open, and threw his backpack on the side of the hallway.  "You can
put yours here too MOOOMMM I'M HOME!!  AND I BROUGHT A FRIEND!!"  He spoke
and yelled it all in one continuous breath and I stood nervously behind him
while the butterflies began to stir.  I knew he said things would be fine
but it didn't make the situation any easier and I was till terrified at the
unknown.

"Samuel honey there's no need to yell when I'm right around the- oh hi!"
Stepping out of the kitchen came who I assumed to be Sam's mom.  She was a
sweet looking woman with bright red lips and that same twinkle in her eye
that I've recently grown so accustomed to.  She wore jeans and a PTA
t-shirt and was pulling off a floral oven mitt.  Needless to say, she was
100% mom.  "You must be Colten!  Hi I'm Mrs. Waters.  Nice to meet you."  I
think I always knew Sam's last name but never really thought much about it.
Yet hearing it now I found it hilariously on the nose.

"Um yeah...hi."  I shyly stood half behind Sam, blushing, my hands held
tightly together behind my back.  It was silent for a moment while I weakly
smiled up to her but she wouldn't have it.

"Oh come in here honey. In this house we always give hugs."  Sam's mom
swooped me up into a fierce embrace, nearly drowning me in her breasts
before releasing me to come up for air.  "Sam's told me so much about you.
All good stuff though. Don't you worry."  She then turned her gaze to Sam
and held her hand to her face, hiding her lips, but not her whispers.
"He's even cuter than I thought."  A bright red heat flushed through me and
I wanted to bury my face into a pillow.

"Moooooom stooooop!"  Sam too looked like he wanted to die of embarrassment
and he hurriedly tried to push her back into the kitchen while she
chuckled.

"Ok boys dinner will be ready soon.  I'll have Colin come get you when it's
ready.  It's spaghetti night!"

"Yeah ok mom we know thanks."  Sam looked at me, took a deep breath and
chuckled.  "Thaaat's mom for ya.  I told you she'd love you!"  I had to
admit, I really didn't need to be worried at all.  She was super
nice. "Come on let's go to my room."

I followed Sam down a familiar hallway, past family portraits watching him
grow up right before my eyes.  He looked so cute as a little guy and I
found myself wishing we had found each other sooner.  I really could have
used a friend like him the past couple years.  But it's ok.  I had him now
and I wasn't going to let him go anywhere.

His room was just as I remembered it.  Rockets and computer games and a few
waterpolo trophies with some space optimistically set aside for more.  The
scent inside was completely Sam, but on full blast and I couldn't get
enough, filling my lungs to max capacity only to exhale quickly for another
round.  Then behind me I heard the door shut and I turned to see what
happened before being thrown onto the bed, my neck getting whiplash and
bouncing around the springy mattress with Sam jumping on top.  He laid
there draped over me giggling, not of laughter, but of uncontainable
excitement, nibbling on his lower lip.  "Hey..." I smirked at him and
wrapped my arms around his back, feeling the glorious curvature of his butt
once more.

"Hey there" he replied back.  I loved the imperfect little gap between the
two front teeth that were the centerpiece of his smile. And the subtle way
his nose flared when he got excited and inhaled bated breaths.  "I had a
kinda crazy thought."  That explained the similarly insane look in his eye.

"Oh yeah? What's that?"  I brought my head up, until his golden hair
touched my forehead and I sweetly nestled my nose against his for a moment
before falling back into the comforter.

"Well um..." His eyes danced around my face looking for the courage to say
what was coming next while his excitement occasionally sputtered out little
giggles.  "...I was thinking...would you maybe wanna be...like, my
boyfriend or something?"

I was kind of taken aback at first.  It was such a fun idea, but was that
allowed?  Could we do that?  I mean wasn't there other criteria for guys to
be boyfriends?  Doesn't he have to put his wiener in my butt or something
first?  I don't know how it's all supposed to work.  I'm only twelve for
goodness sake.  But maybe it would be kinda fun, though it would have to be
secret. "Um well, maybe. But only on one condition."

Sam's smile slightly faded, and his movements halted, seemingly concerned
as he scanned my eyes for any hint of my side of the deal.  "Sure
Ven...anything."  He sounded sad, almost hurt and I couldn't help but
chuckle.

"You have to be MY boyfriend too."  I could feel the tension of his muscles
start to relax and it took him a moment to process before he nervously
laughed and dove down for a kiss to seal the deal.  He tasted so sweet, and
his lips amazingly soft.  He was perhaps a bit more aggressive than he
meant to be but I think that was just the excitement getting to him.

Then he suddenly pulled away. "Oh I almost forgot something!"  He pushed
off of me and scampered over to his dresser, a little tent in his shorts
leading the way.  I sat up on the bed crossed legged and watched as he
rummaged through some old clothes, rigorously searching for something
until..."Aha look!".  He spun around and in his hands he held an old pair
of underwear that looked all too familiar.  Except now parts of it was a
bit crusty and tinted more of an off-white. "Every night I'd lie in bed and
think about you Ven.  I thought about all that stuff we did together, and
everything I still want to do.  You're so damn cute and it was really hot
to cum into your tighty whities for some reason.  I think maybe cuz it
smells so much like you.  Or at least it used to."  He slowly brought it up
to his nose and cautiously took a whiff, then recoiled at the pungent
aroma, offering me a sniff.  I decided to take his word for it and let it
be.  "It was all meant for you of course but it's hard when you're not here
and your underwear is the closest thing I've got ya know?"

I nodded, flattered, thinking about how I could totally see myself doing
that too.  I would have loved a pair of his boxers over the crusty sock
I've been using.  "Well I'm here now though."  And I always will be, I
thought.  Plus I really wanted another taste so I made my way over to Sam,
grabbed the briefs from his grip and threw it to the side, leaving
distractions behind.  Then my fingers coasted to the fly of his shorts,
restlessly fidgeting with the button until it popped undone, ready to peel
down the zipper.

"Hey Sam!"  The bedroom door burst open and, shocked, we both scrambled to
assume platonic positions, failing miserably to a trained eye, but perhaps
passable to a child's.  "Sammy mom says dinner's ready.  Hi again!"  Colin
looked straight at me with a cheery grin, while I shamefully crossed my
hands in front of me, trying to cover the bulge in my shorts even if he was
completely oblivious.

"Hey um yeah hi.  I'm Colten."  I struggled a weak smile.  He really was a
cute little kid.  I hardly even saw him last time and had since blocked out
any memory, but in person he looked like an adorable little pudgy Sam with
glasses and slightly lighter colored hair.

"Ok cool.  Well, dinner time.  It's spaghetti night!"

"Gah yeah we know already" sighed Sam, but Colin was halfway down the hall.
"See what did I tell ya?  Buzzkill.  Never fails."

"Well at least your pants were still on this time" I smirked.

"Ha yeah barely!"  We really needed to start being more careful.  Just
because Sam's mom was ok with us being gay didn't mean...hmm, I guess maybe
I was gay?  I don't know.  I wasn't really sure I liked the label.  Still,
just because she's ok with us being, that way, doesn't mean she wants to
find us naked together all the time.  Besides as long as I'm with Sam we're
having a blast, even with his clothes on.

Together we made our way back through the hall, past the living room and
into the dining area to find the rest of the family waiting for us.  The
table was draped in a yellowish tablecloth with white subtle swirls
scattered all around it.  On top was a delicious looking homemade salad and
assorted dressings, a full loaf of garlic bread still steaming, fresh from
the oven, a pitcher of ice cold water wetting the cloth with its
condensation, and more pasta than we could possibly eat.  On the far wall
stood a shaky cabinet of old dusty china, clearly put there for looks years
ago but long since abandoned in favor of more practical dishes, such as the
randomly sized and colored plastic cups we each had in front of us.

"Ok boys you can sit over here.  Colten I gave you the blue cup."  She was
giddy when she spoke and winked at me, clearly excited that she knew my
favorite color.  Sam really must have told her everything!  "Oh and Steven,
this is Colten, Samuel's..." She paused a moment to consider her word
choice "...friend" and finished with an uncontained chuckle.

"Hi there son nice to meet you.  I'm glad you were able to join us for
dinner." Sitting at the head of the table he reached his hand past Sam
towards me and I shook it firmly, my nerves causing me to squeeze a bit
tighter than I intended. "Ooh that's quite a grip you've got there Colten.
I like that."

I beamed radiantly at the compliment and threw back a "Thank you sir"
before releasing an audible sigh of relief and felt a reassuring grip on my
thigh followed by a cool look from Sam.  I placed my hand on his and simply
held it there enjoying his comforting warmth.

Mrs. Waters smiled knowingly as she watched our exchange.  "Ok now that
we're all settled, Sam why don't you say the blessing tonight and then we
can dig in."  Colin was fidgeting around with his silverware and pretending
they were space fighters, clanking around the air.  "Noodle honey put that
down and bow your head please."  He reluctantly set the spaceships aside
and neatly folded his hands on the table overly squinting his eyes just in
case.

"Oh, yeah sure mom. Um..."  I never really did anything like this at
home. I mean mom gets back so late from work that we don't eat together
that often, unless she takes us out somewhere.  I think we might have
prayed a long time ago before dad left but I don't really remember.  So I
wasn't quite sure what to do, but tried my best to mimic Colin,
occasionally stealing a peak around the room to make sure I was doing it
right.  "Dear God, thank you for this food and for dad being home and for
everything.  Please keep us safe and help us be good.  Thank you for mom,
dad, Colin and Ven- oh I mean Colten.  Aaand um...thank you so much for the
waterpolo team since that's how we became friends.  And uh...thank for you
all these things inJesusnameamen." He completely rushed the last phrase
like one word and whipped his head up almost as if he was embarrassed to be
the center of attention.

"Finally!" Colin exclaimed, chomping a giant bite from a piece of bread he
not so sneakily stole during the prayer, pushing up his thick square
glasses as he vigorously chewed, receiving a harmless scold from his dad.
Mrs. Waters began passing around the bowls one at a time and before long my
plate was completely filled with some of the best food I've eaten in ages.

"So Colten you're on the team with Sam then?" Mr. Waters glanced over at me
while twirling around the fork on his plate to spin up his next bite of
pasta.  Unlike some scary looking dads, he had a very kind face.  I could
see bits of Sam in him, or I guess bits of him in Sam.  They shared the
same button nose and blonde hair, though his was a bit more sandy colored
and cut in a shorter more professional style.  His muscles rippled through
his t-shirt that had a pig wearing a chef hat and the name of some local
BBQ place on it, a touch of fresh meat sauce now resting in the middle of
the "q".  He was clearly enjoying the relaxing comfort of his own home on
his day off.  And there was something about him that made me feel really
safe, in a way I hadn't felt in a long time, or at least a few years.

I took a moment to swallow my bite before I could explain and Sam had to
restrain himself from jumping in. "No well I missed signups but I hope to
join next year.  Sam's been giving me lessons though so I'm sure I'll be
ready next time."

"Yeah dad he's getting really good already!  Catching on much faster than I
did."  I seriously doubted that but Sam seemed excited to brag about me and
I wasn't going to complain.  I loved seeing the excitement and wonder in
his face while he scanned his parents for their reaction.

"Oh ha is that so?  Well Sam sure knows his stuff.  He'll have you swimming
circles around the other boys in no time."

"I don't doubt it!"  Mrs. Waters joined in the conversation.  "How's the
spaghetti honey?  It's Sam's favorite."  It was probably Colin's favorite
too if his empty plate was any indication.  He was already going back for
seconds and I couldn't help but wonder where he put it all.

"I can see why.  It's really delicious thank you.  Beats Lean Cuisine any
day!"  She started laughing, nearly spitting out the water she was sipping,
causing Sam and his dad to join in.  I meant it sincerely but found myself
chuckling along with them, feeding off the warmth in the room.  I really
loved my mom but there was something uniquely special here with all of them
and I was so thankful they welcomed me in.  I already felt like part of
their family and my face beamed around the room soaking it all in.

Clueless, Colin looked up from poking around his untouched salad for any
remnant noodles he could find.  "Wait, what's so funny?"



After dinner we all decided it might be fun to watch a movie so Sam and I
went into the living room to get a head start scrolling through Netflix
while Mrs. Waters and Colin did the dishes and I think their dad was off
taking a shower or something.  It was a really cozy room with thick and
soft tan carpet topped with a burgundy rug and a giant L shaped couch big
enough to fit like seven people.  We lied face down on the floor, our legs
waving around up toward the ceiling, feet occasionally brushing one another
while we tried to decide what to watch before landing on the latest Pirates
of the Caribbean movie.  We had no idea which one it was since they just
keep making them.  But we agreed that you can always count on it being a
good time.

As I laid there next to my boyfriend- wow that felt so strange to say and I
couldn't help but struggle to hold back a giddy giggle at the thought- our
bodies touched all the way down from our shoulders to our hips.  I looked
over at him, his face so close to mine I could count all the freckles
around his nose if only I had the time.  He was chattering a story of his
family going to see a previous installment in the series but I watched him
stare at the large television, the action packed trailer reflecting off the
purity of his shimmering crystal blue eyes.  I loved to observe the way his
tongue flicked around his imperfect teeth as he spoke, his lips thin yet so
inviting.  And how his youthful cheeks still filled his face and expressed
all his boyish charm when they revealed those adorable dimples like they
were doing right now.

"Ven...hello..." He interrupted his own one-boy conversation to wake me
from my calming hypnotic trance and we laughed.  Then he stopped and his
face suddenly became stoic, looking right passed me, then darting quickly
to his right to check that the coast was clear before focusing back on me,
smirking and coming in to steal a quick peck on the lips.  It was too short
and he sort of missed in his haste, but it was enough to taste his subtle
sweet flavor and leave my heart aching for more.

Just then Colin came padding in, now without glasses and dressed in
comfortably worn out Super Mario pajamas and mismatching purple and black
socks. He was carrying a bowl of popcorn leaving a sparse trail behind him
as he bounced his way from the kitchen and plopped down on the far end of
the couch.  "Oh yes I love Pirates of the Cara Bean!" His mom followed
closely behind, flipping the light switches along the way.

"Alrighty kiddos I think we can start the movie without dad.  He has to get
up early to catch his flight tomorrow."  She assumed a position right next
to Colin and he wasted no time leaning over, resting his head on her lap.
As if on autopilot she began running her hands through his silky golden
hair without skipping a beat while he continued to shovel popcorn in his
mouth.  Having the whole rest of the couch to ourselves Sam and I decided
to climb on instead of having to crane our necks from the floor for the
next two hours. We raced for the best spot and I scampered up toward the
middle, directly in front of the TV but he ran up from behind and jumped
on, knees first, pretending to attack playfully biffing me in the face with
a pillow.  I rushed to grab one of my own and tried to fight back,
assaulting him among the laughter but I was no match for his well practiced
skills.

"Now now boys..." Sam's mom softly interrupted.  We got the hint and
settled down assuming our seats but not before Sam got one final sneaky
blow when she turned back toward the screen to hit play, the surround sound
drowning out our giggles.

It was a really gripping opening sequence full of explosions, violence and
plundering and somehow Jack Sparrow is always so lucky its hilariously
impossible.  Then in the middle of the action I started to feel something
nudge my thigh.  I looked over at Sam but he was playing coy, pretending to
not know anything about it until I saw a subtle movement beneath him.  He
had set his pillow down in the narrow space between us and mysteriously
slid his hand underneath toward my direction in a painstakingly slow
fashion.  I got the hint.  Trying to move very cautiously so as to avoid
suspicion I wiggled my hand from my lap down my leg until it found its way
under the pillow and began fishing for its better half before discovering
gold and clasping tight.  The cushion flexed with our grip and I saw a
sliver of a grin form on Sam's face.  I briefly closed my eyes to soak up
the moment, holding on tight and turning my gaze back to the movie, now
somehow finding it even more exciting than I had just a moment ago.

The plot was kind of insane and didn't really seem to make a whole lot of
sense to me, but maybe because it only held a fraction of my attention.
Most of it was hovering in a peaceful limbo on the couch here with my boy.
Some thirty minutes in, his sleepy head grew heavy and drifted onto my
shoulder, his eyes valiantly struggling to stay open but losing the battle.
It wasn't even all that late but I felt it too.  There was just something
so relaxing about being close and quiet together.  It really didn't matter
what was on the screen.  It was simply unnecessary stimulation for our
eyes, our minds and hearts already fully accounted for.  I leaned my head
over onto his, wisps of his hair tickling my ear.  His body molded into
mine, our hands still clasped tight and accented by sudden random squeezes
as he casually drifted into a calming sleep.  I could feel the wave of each
breath swell through his form like the ocean's tide, so full of life and
possibilities.  His mouth was left open, his bottom lip shimmering with the
smallest amount of drool that threatened to dampen my shirt.

Then he shifted, nestling his head further into my side, his neck
contorting in what was most certainly an uncomfortable position.  So as not
to disturb my sleeping beauty I very slowly pulled my arm out from
underneath him and he let out a slight moan.  His legs stretched down the
length of the couch, his toes curling to a point. His head, no longer
supported, drifted down my chest to land gently and safely in my lap.  Then
Sam crawled back up into a ball, his hands held firmly between his knees
that were pulled up to his chest, exposing the stunning curvature of his
beautiful backside.  His swim team shirt rode up to reveal the fleshy
velvet of his tummy and the little muscle mounds within, creating the
perfect landing spot for my now free hand that slid down his side, lightly
drawing circles on the bare sun kissed skin.  Sam briefly whimpered at the
touch and burrowed his face into my lap trying to find the most comfortable
position which was only getting less so by the second as his unconscious
stimulations caused some unintended arousal beneath him.  I tenderly
caressed his delicate hair, brushing it along his forehead, watching it
shift right back into place tickling his pretty eyelashes and calming him
to a soothing sleep.

Finally settled he looked precious, like an angel.  His form was perfectly
still and peaceful yet stunningly full of life.  A youthfulness so
beautiful and innocent that it could never fully be appreciated by its
owner until it's gone.  Yet somehow I knew.  I could see the simple purity
and stunning wonder his future held.  I knew that what he had to offer the
world was something so rare and so special that it would never again be the
same, neither would it fully understand.  Still all of it, the future, the
dreams, the world was his.  And with it, me.

Just then a jolt spasmed down my leg, causing me to jump, stirring a groggy
Sam from his slumber.  He casually slumped up next to me, completely
unaware of who or where he was.  Driven by the sudden burst of adrenaline I
hastily dove deep into my pocket and yanked out a glowing screen that
nearly blinded my vision as I struggled to make out the single word "Mom".
Oh shoot!  I never even told her I was here!  Sam, started to blink to life
and I could actually see the gears warming up in his head.  Thankfully
Mrs. Waters noticed the interruption and paused the movie so I could take
the call.

My heart was still pounding endlessly but I answered the phone bracing for
the storm. "Hi mom I'm soooo sorry I didn't call you."  At some point
during the movie Colin made his way to the floor and was curled into a ball
with a blanket lazily draped over him, limbs peeking out in random
directions.  Looking for something to do his mom turned to pick up the
little popcorn fragments scattered round the couch.

"Colten where are you?  I just got home and you're not here!"  She was
clearly upset but more concerned than anything.  I was always home when I
was supposed to be, or at least let her know when there would be a change
in plans.

"Mom, mom it's ok.  I'm at my friend's house.  From the team.  He invited
me over and I totally forgot to text you."  It was the truth.  I loved my
mom and everything she does to give me the life we have.  I was just having
so much fun that it completely slipped my mind.

"I was scared half to death babes.  I'm glad you're making friends Col, I
really am, but you have to let me know these things."  Fears quelled she
took a moment to relax, sighing a deep breath.

"I know I know I'm sorry.  They live down the street but I can come home
right now."  That was the last thing I wanted to do but I knew better than
to test her.

"Is that your mom honey?  Do you mind if I talk to her?"  Mrs. Waters came
around to our side of the couch with her arm outstretched.

"Hey here's Sam's mom. She wants to talk to you."  Rubbing the sleep from
his eye, Sam rested his head on my shoulder again and audibly yawned into
my ear.

Mrs. Waters totally knew what she was doing.  It was like watching a
magician perform before our very eyes.  She even got my mom to laugh a
little.  She re-explained that Sam was a friend from the team and that
we've been having a lot of fun and how good of a boy I've been, causing me
to blush while I nervously twiddled my thumbs.  She even apologized for not
making sure I had called my mom previously, taking the fall for my mistake.
Then as if reading my hopeful mind she casually threw out that since it was
already dark maybe I should just stay the night.  And that seemed to be the
magic phrase that jolted Sam from his drowsy dreams, jumping up to his feet
and bouncing around on the couch, failing to contain his overwhelming
excitement.  Thrilled myself and inspired by his enthusiasm I joined the
parade and we rattled off whispered cheers while staring wildly into each
other's crazy gaze.

With a little chuckle and clearly proud of a job well done she handed the
phone back to me.  "I think they like that idea. Here he is."  Mrs. Waters
was MVP all the way!

"Mom please please pleeeease!" I was perhaps a little too eager but I
hadn't stayed the night at a friend's house in over a year. Plus Sam wasn't
just any friend.

"Yeah Colten's mom pleeaaaasse!!!" Sam too yelled a bit too loudly, making
extra sure she could hear him, causing Colin to stir on the floor.

I heard her laughing on the other end. "How could I possibly say no to
that?  Well ok babes you boys have fun and be sure to listen to his mom ok!
I might have to work late again but I've put some leftovers in the fridge
for you. I love you Col.  See you tomorrow!"

"Thank you so much mom!!  Bye.  Oh!  I love you too!"  My heart was racing
a mile a minute and I could hardly contain my excitement but tried to play
it cool at least until I heard the call click.  Then we went crazy.  Sam
grabbed his pillow again and started flailing around the couch repeatedly
attacking me.  Already knowing I didn't stand a chance at that game I threw
myself at him, slamming us down among the cushions, fiercely tickling his
sides to unleash a storm of spazzing fits and wild laughter beneath me.

"Alrighty haha settle down there boys."  I didn't get the feeling she was
annoyed by our excitement but had to do her duty as a mom to keep her
youngest son from waking.  Still we understood and tried to be quieter,
only able to reduce things to stifled giggles and snickers.  "I'm think I'm
going to put Noodle to bed.  Sam why don't you help Colten get ready too.
There should be a new toothbrush in your bathroom drawer."  She easily
picked up the floppy child as if she'd done it a hundred times before,
lovingly stroking his back while he cooed gentle breaths and left down the
hall.  "Goodnight boys.  Don't stay up too late!"  Her voice drifted off,
so sweet and beautiful but spoken through a knowing smile, as if she
figured there was no chance at that.

On the couch in the dark room, dimly lit by the soft glow of the CG zombie
shark frozen on screen I hovered over Sam, our chests still heaving into
one another, my hands pinning his above us while a playfully terrified
smirk crept along his face.  He pretended to struggle, fidgeting around
helplessly, grunting and incidentally grinding our hips together at first,
and then soon after on purpose and I could feel something hard start to
poke my tummy causing a familiar stirring in my shorts.

"You're under arrest kid!"  I scrunched up my forehead, faking a deeper
tone, or at least as deep as a twelve year old boy can get.  "It feels like
you're packin heat down there and concealed weapons are illegal in this
house.  I'm going to have to search you."

Without skipping a beat Sam played along, deciding upon the role of an
innocent child giving his best puppy dog eyes and terrified shaky voice.
"I'd never do anything like that officer Ven.  I'm a good boy.  I've always
been a good boy."  He faked a fabricated struggle again, whining when it
didn't work.

"That's what they all say kid.  Now keep your hands up!" I adjusted to sit
on my haunches, shifting up his body and admiring the sexy predicament
beneath me.  He was mine...all mine.  I began by running my hands down his
arms, searching for the weapon, squeezing his rippling muscles along the
way.  "Lucky for you these guns are legal.  So far so good."  I chuckled to
myself and continued down his stunning form, gently swiping past his
armpits making him squirm beneath me.  As he shifted I could feel his boy
nail pressing up against my butt, straining at the layers of clothing
between us finding a pleasing comfort within my cheeks which continued to
contract around it while I moved about.  It felt not unlike when he put his
finger in me earlier and it though it was pretty weird I think I kind of
liked it.

"Officer please!"  My fingertips were now searching underneath his shirt
sliding around the spasming abdominals, making him flop around, grinding
himself up into me even more.  It was subtle but felt really good so I
clenched my butt around him and was rewarded with a boyish moan.  Music to
my ears.  As if on cue my own dick jerked, now obscenely tenting my
athletic shorts best it could while partially contained in my briefs.
Though they hid nothing Sam didn't notice.  His eyes were clamped
tight. His breathing started to quicken, occasionally releasing muffled
grunts.

Now at the edge of the waistband I shifted down his body, his bulge sliding
between my legs and popping out in front of me, bobbing around like the
pendulum of a grandmaster clock, locking me into a hypnotic gaze.  I placed
my hands on his thighs causing him to thrust his body up against them and
gasp a sharp intake of air before I began to zero in on the target at a
painstakingly slow pace.  No doubt the feelings were growing more sensitive
with each inch and he fought back sputtered giggles, trying not to break
character. "Please sir I'm clean I promise.  Trust me!"

I had enough of his delinquent lies. I suddenly clasped the weapon
eliciting a sharp whine from the culprit.  "Aha! I knew it!"  His dick was
rock hard yet somehow soft and even through the fabric it was hot to the
touch.  I sporadically squeezed tighter getting another set of breathy
moans, trying to collect all the evidence I could.

Sam's eye twitched weakly as he replied. "Alright officer you got me.  You
better be careful though or I'll shoot!" My own firearm was cocked and
ready at the thought.  My mouth began to water.

"Then I'm just going to have to disarm you!"  My hands dashed to the button
on his shorts, desperately prying and trying to break in.  But then Sam
quickly shifted, reaching for the remote and the room went completely dark.
In a weakened state of confusion I was thrust off the couch slamming onto
the floor like a ragdoll with a series of thuds.  Then a breeze raced past
my head tickling my ear followed by rapid padding that faded past the
carpet and onto the hard wood before pausing at the hallway's entrance.

"You're going to have to catch me first" his silhouette teased then turned
and dash into the void.  I watched him completely disappear before picking
myself up and following at a cautious pace, not quite as familiar with the
floorplan.  Staggering through the hall I eventually made it to his room
and stood in the doorway still as a statue, holding my breath and listening
intensely for any sign of life.  A lone cricket chirped somewhere in the
distance.  The house sighed subtle creeks.  But in this room, nothing.  I
focused my ears, blocking out all other senses except the overwhelming
aroma of my boy soaking the space.  Then, I heard something.  A muffled
giggle perhaps?  It could have been my mind playing tricks but I wasn't
going to take any chances.  I quietly shut the door behind me then
deliberately started to tip toe around the room, struggling to make out the
various shapes in the dim moonlight.  But it was impossible.  A few steps
in my foot got tangled in some old laundry scattered around the floor and I
released a startled cry, flopping around and trying desperately to land on
my feet before barely catching myself on the edge of the bed.  I held still
for a moment finding my breath until I heard another giggle, this one a
little less contained and much closer, very close.  Like a thief in the
night I slowly clasped the covers and counted down in my head; 3, 2...1.  I
yanked hard and swift throwing the blanket far across the room to reveal a
completely exposed boy with a shocked look on his face and the moonlight
gloriously shimmering off his angelic naked body.

Then, cornered with nowhere else to turn he tackled, climbing on top,
spinning us around and throwing me down into the bed, pinning me on my
back. He hovered above, chest heaving and shining.  He had this intense
look in his eye and his hair was thrown about carelessly.  "You caught me."
A crazy smirk shot across his face, sending a shiver down my spine.  Then
before I could blink his mouth was on mine and we were tossed into the
throws of desperation.  His sweet boyish flavor tickled my taste buds.  My
tongue was locked in a duel with his own while my nose was getting squished
into his red-hot cheek.  I was loving the way the pressure of his body kept
me feeling safe and warm until he shifted his weight and slid off, leaving
me a little less so.  He had other plans and his hands rushed to my shorts,
harshly pulling at them, trying to remove any and all barriers between us.
Eagerly granting his greatest wish I lifted my hips into the air.  While my
shorts and underwear raced down my coltish legs I pried at my shirt,
threatening to momentarily break our kiss long enough to dispel it.
Unwilling to release the seal our lips held our necks painfully stretched
until the we broke apart with a moistened pop long enough for the final
piece of fabric to fly between our lust filled gaze and be cast into the
depths of the darkened void around us.

Finally, there we were, together completely bare as the day we were
born. There was nothing to stop us from finally being who life always
intended us to be long before the world interjected. It had tried to cast
upon us its own misguided lies and fallacies.  It clawed desperately to
take control, plaguing us with guilt and shame and all manors of
suppression intended to keep from us from the one thing that truly makes
this life beautiful.  The uninhibited expression of one's free will to be
yourself without fear or restraint. But, the world had lost.  It had no
power here. Our eyes and hearts linked, we could feel it.

Never losing our gaze I threw my arms around Sam, rolling us around until
he was on his back pressing into the plush of the mattress under my weight.
I kissed him once more and he arched his hips up into me, grinding our
stiffened tools along each other wetting my tummy with his premature
appetizer.  And I needed a taste.  Like a crab I hurriedly scuttled to turn
myself around, not daring to give him the time or agency to reposition
himself.  I landed back on top but this time his bouncing boy bits were
directly in front of me.  In my peripheral down the golden hairless stretch
I could see his toes fidgeting and flicking back and forth in desperate
anticipation like enthusiastic fans ready for the main event.  His thighs
spread a little and I could almost taste the intense heat pouring out from
between them. Hiding behind the stunning obelisk obstructing my view was
the succulent bulge that contained his productive gems.  I reached out to
feel its warm contents, gently shifting them around between my fingers
making my tongue tingle for a taste.  So I dove down and began to lick the
smooth sack for a moment before popping one of his little balls into my
mouth and sweetly suckled.  Sam released a gasp and I could feel his body
slightly wince.  His hands found the back of my head holding tight to my
hair like the reigns of a horse to suggest but not control the animal
within me. I tongued him for a beat, tasting a mixture of lightly salted
sweat heavily influenced by his mom's choice in fabric softener that I had
come to know intimately.

But wanting more and ready for the main course I firmly gripped the hard,
pulsing shaft that pressed into the side of my face and slid my tongue all
along his pump sac towards his member.  It was a long journey for a boy his
age with Sam squirming the whole time until I reached the glistening
mushroom shape at the end. It had a sweetly pungent scent that promised an
even more savory flavor.  I pursed my lips at the tip as if to kiss it only
to give into the pressure of Sam's forceful grip that guided me down the
aroused chute, widening my lips more with every inch he buried within.  His
hips rose to meet me and my throat relaxed as it welcomed his probing.
Then I sucked hard, my cheeks caving in and I pulled up only to dive back
down beginning my assault.

Sam let loose a husky moan that only turned me on further. My own dick
twitched along his neck letting loose a solemn dollop as a precursor of
what was to come.  No longer needing to escort me his grip slid from my
head coasting down the length of my smooth back and along the curvature of
my butt.  Then firmly gripping my hips he pushed them up causing my boy
treasures to dangle freely before his widening eyes.  Sam then wasted
absolutely no time zeroing in on his target, now expertly sliding it down
his velvet throat the little bit it could reach.  I let loose a well-earned
groan dripping drool down his tool and sending vibrations shooting
throughout his body back into mine, using our rods as conduits to complete
the cycle.

Guided by some natural animal instinct I began to thrust myself into Sam,
my balls flopping around his button nose each time I came down.  I could
feel his tongue sliding my entire length over and over, gliding
effortlessly.  The head of my wiener had nearly fully emerged from beneath
its snug foreskin like a turtle poking from its slippery shell.  But Sam
wanted even more.  His tickling fingers crept along the bubbly curve of my
backside, feeling the repeatedly trembling dimples as I excitedly humped
him until he found the crevasse between.  I quickened the pace of my
sucking as if to encourage Sam to explore further and he wasn't about to
disappoint.  A little nub began to wiggle toward the center, poking at my
most sacred place and making me gleefully shudder a whimper.  Each time I
backed out of his heavenly mouth I could feel my inner muscles relax,
opening up a little for him before slamming back down so he could do it
again.  His finger hadn't even made it inside me yet but I loved him
teasing my hole and each prod stoked a wildfire within me that I never knew
existed.  And it was growing fast.

I couldn't withstand the sensations and let Sam fall from my mouth, arching
my back.  A shimmering strand of drool mixed with his leaked juices
stretched between my puffy lower lip and the glistening nail that proudly
pointed up toward the plastic stars glowing on the ceiling.  Lost in the
intense pleasures he was giving me at both ends I continually whimpered
completely overwhelmed.  But that burning fire needed to be quenched.

Struggling against my natural urges to continue I reluctantly rolled over
onto my back next to Sam, letting him catch his breath, both of us heaving
through the sustaining tingles that were wracking our youthful bodies.
"Sam...aahh..."  I sighed, unsure how to even say my next words.

"Ven that was amazing!  Wow... Why'd you stop?"  Although I couldn't see
him I could hear the smile on his face while we lied there together
underneath the glow of his homemade galaxy.

"Well um...promise you won't laugh at me?"

"Naaa..."  He paused for a second then giggled. "Of course I won't bro.
What is it?"

"It feels uh, really good when you touch my butt like that."  I kinda
lazily blurted the words out, almost afraid to speak them but he seemed to
get the idea.

"Oh yeah? I saw it in a video online.  The guy loved it tons so I thought
you might like it too." His hand slithered up to my tummy and I could feel
him drawing careful little circles.

I began far too enthusiastically. "Yeah!  And when we were on the couch I
was sitting on your lap.  I could feel your uh, dick there and I, well, it
felt kinda exciting."  He sort of chuckled but didn't really know what to
say and we rested there for a minute enjoying the moment while I tried to
find the courage to speak what was really on my mind.  Then, as if my
body's needs took control, before I knew what was happening it came
spilling out.  "Would you want to try to um...you know...do me?"

Sam instantly propped himself up to inspect my face for sincerity making me
blush.  "Really? Hell yeah Ven! I mean only if you want. But, are you sure?
They say it hurts the first time."

I found it really sweet of him to be considerate because no, I wasn't
really sure. But something inside me needed this.  And the way Sam was
smiling instilled a warming confidence that everything would be fine. "Yeah
I think so.  But I don't really know what to do."

"Oh man! Ok yeah um!" He was suddenly so energized and I could practically
see his brain running a marathon.  He jumped off the bed, his solid tool
slapping around his thighs as he clamored through his nightstand, pulling
out a small handheld bottle. "Ok so I think we're going to need some of
this.  It's lotion, for like dry hands or something.  But it makes my dick
all slippery and I usually use some at night when I'm thinking about you."
He let that thought linger in the thickening air for a moment causing me to
transform a new shade of red.  A sharp shimmer of a spark flicked off his
crystal eyes sending a warm pulse throughout my whole body.  Were we
actually going to do this?

"Alright Ven you need to lay down on your back and put a pillow under your
butt ok?"

"Yeah ok."  I was surprised to hear a slight quiver in my words, either
apprehension or excitement, but probably both.  The sheets were warm on my
back, even a little damp from our pleasures only moments before.  But as I
pulled my knees to my chest to allow Sam to place the cushion beneath me, I
could feel my boyhole open up to the cool night air and I shuttered.  It
was a sharp sensation, fresh and acute, like taking a cold sip of water
after chewing spearmint gum.  But it was soon masked by a familiar warmth
as my boy positioned himself behind me.  His shifting caused me to gently
sway, rocking like a baby in the fetal position until he settled.  I then
heard a deafening pop followed by uncomfortable sloppy squelching while he
presumably coated his member with expert meticulousness.  I could barely
make out the shape of his tongue sticking out the side of his mouth and the
concentration on his face behind my knees so I rested my head back to look
upon the twinkling night sky to ponder my current situation.

I never thought in a million years that I'd ever want to touch another
boy's wiener.  I mean mom had always told me that I could get in big
trouble if I did anything like that.  They're called your privates for a
reason.  And I always believed her...but then Sam.  I don't know what it is
about him but he just makes me so happy.  Like when he's around I'm
automatically about 55% happier.  And wow, he really knows how to make me
feel incredible.  When he first touched my dick last week right over there,
on that spot by his discarded shorts...I had never felt anything like that.
He just makes me feel so good.  And THEN when he sucked me today at the
pool!  Mom is either a liar or has no idea.  I mean maybe she doesn't know
how amazing it feels when another boy sucks your wiener since she doesn't
have one.  It's not her fault.  And now here I was on his bed getting ready
for-

"Ahh!" My body convulsed as I felt something cold touch my most sacred
place.  Sam's eager finger started to swipe all around, smearing the lotion
and coating my entrance, making me whimper and my eye twitch
uncontrollably.  "Sam..."

"It's ok Ven I just want to make it extra slippery so it goes in easier."
He was a little rougher than he probably needed to be, but then again I had
never been touched there before by anyone and he was the expert here.  I
hadn't seen any of these videos he was talking about.  Mom had a really
annoying parental lock on the internet.  I couldn't even look up the word
condom and I still have no idea what that is.

I heard a thud on the carpet, the lotion discarded.  "Ok Ven.  Are you sure
you want to do this?"  He peeked over my knees and I could see a spark of
sincerity, so sweet and loving on his visage.  But it was betrayed by the
occasional squishing sounds while he continued to rub the length of his
dick clearly preparing it for what was to come.  If I had any doubts his
eyes quelled them while the sounds overcame them, only turning me on and
making my hole twinge.  Excited yet scared all I could do was nod.  But
that was the only confirmation he needed.

Sam shifted his knees forward shaking the bed until I could feel the
swelling warmth of his thighs radiate upon my vulnerable backside.
Desperate to watch the scene before me I spread my legs, letting them fall
to his sides, widening them like a butterfly.  My boy nail had started to
soften in the unconfirmed trepidation and was firmly resting upon my navel
seeping sweet savorings.  Sams hands gripped my legs, pulling me into him
with a grunt, resting my lower back just above his knees.

I gasped and tensed, clenching tightly.  I could feel his slippery dick
freely glide along my firm mounds as if confused on what it was doing there
until Sam caught it in his grasp, pushing into my plush toward the center.
Probably from the excitement I could feel his body lightly tremble, his
eyebrow furrowed in intense concentration.  I brought my hands to my rear
and tried to spread the opening wide, practically begging him to enter.
Then like a prodigy pilot he found his mark, sending his homing missile to
its fateful target eliciting dueling moans that echoed throughout the room.
But he wasn't in yet.  In the shock of the moment I had accidently closed
his opening.  Placed firmly at the entrance Sam was ready to penetrate and
something inside me knew the moment had come, as if it was only a matter of
time until fate would have brought me here.

"Ready Col?"  I peered into the precious boy above me, so serious.  My eyes
having adjusted to the dimly lit room could more clearly make out the
definition of his waterpolo trained chest and the beads of sweat that
trickled across its chiseled form. His little nipples were pert, attentive
and at the ready.  His mouth was left open slightly, preparing for a sharp
intake of air would the sudden need arise.  On the curve of my hips rested
his trembling hands.  He scanned the scene beneath him, checking to make
sure all his bases were covered before locking eyes with me, an unsure
sense about him.  But amid that I merely melted, letting my eyelids lazily
fall.  Trying to relax I felt limp, like clay for his molding into a work
of art, a masterpiece.

Feeling all tension release from my body we heard the room go silent, the
air sucked from it, and then, in one sudden thrust Sam pushed himself deep
into me.  I let out a piercing screech, trying to catch it in my throat,
clenching so hard around Sam that he couldn't have pulled out even if he
tried.  His groin was pressed firmly against my backside, his dick buried
its full hardened length inside of me, leaving a searing pain at the
entrance.  I took long breaths trying to release a fraction of the tension
with each one while my hands clamped the sheets with a death defying grip.

"Oh my god Ven are you ok? I'm so sorry! Let's stop!"  The terror in his
whisper-yell was real with a quiver that predicted tears.  But before he
could even consider the option I threw my legs around him, pulling him in
tighter and locking my feet behind his back like a spider capturing it's
pray.  Realizing he was trapped he leaned down over me, his tummy pressing
up against my now completely softened member, his hands resting their palms
upon my face.  "I didn't mean to hurt you."  He was so sweet and sincere.
I pulled him into a heartfelt embrace, kissing him, feeling him twitch deep
inside me, like we were one, melting into one another.

"It's ok Sam.  I'm ok.  It was just a little too fast."  I let out a huge
sigh causing his blonde hair to flicker across his furrowed forehead.  "But
I think I'm ready now.  I want us to do this.  Trust me."  I sweetly kissed
him once more, sucking on his lower lip and letting him go with a pop.  He
merely nodded a loving smile then reassumed his former position but this
time timidly, hands on my hips, ready to try again.  Still unsure he
watched me while he very cautiously pulled back, occasionally flicking his
gaze at the task at hand until he accidently pulled out all the way making
me whimper.  He gripped his shaft and sloppily tried to find the spot
again, sliding around my cheeks until he made it back home.  Now resting at
the entrance Sam took a full breath and held it tight, glanced up at me
then, gently this time, began to push in very slowly.  His cheeks dimpled,
practicing control.

"Uugghhh!" With each inch his eyes rolled further into the back of his head
and his mouth expanding wider, the volume of his moan swelling.  It felt
cozy yet so familiar to have him conquer my insides.  In this moment Sam
had complete control of my body.  I was at his mercy and loving it.  I
could feel his dick slide through the seal of my boyhole, further testing
its stretchy resilience with each passing second.  For a brief moment it
felt as if every single nerve ending had wiggled its way through my body,
taking the long journey to this spot simply to welcome Sam home.  Their
celebrations were shooting waves that wracked my body like fireworks.
Eager for more I pressed back towards him, my hole practically sucking him
in, nursing his rod like a boy flavored push-pop until we had exhausted his
runway.  But it was only the beginning.  Desperate for more Sam pulled
back, this time careful to stop just before slipping out.  The sensation
was so strange, like taking a dump, but the best kind that sends a toe
curling tingle down your spine.  Eyes still shut he once again took the
plunge, this time a little faster eliciting yet another set of lust filled
moans.  "Oh my God Ven you're so tight!"

As he began to hasten his pace my own wiener sprung back to life and was
wagging like a puppy ready to play.  So I took hold and yanked at my
foreskin trying to match Sam's speed.  It felt so amazing that I just
closed my eyes and let my body become consumed the fire burning within us.
Soon each thrust became an audible event.  His hips slapped into my cheeks,
deforming and molding them to his adonis-like shape before pulling out and
plunging back in.  Sam was now gliding effortlessly having already mastered
control of his natural base instincts like the child genius he was.  He was
playing his god given role and I mine.  Together we were perfect.  Made for
one another.  With each thrust into my slim figure Sam's dick descended
into me molding my sweetly sensitive insides, stretching my ring that
pulsed around him in a hot, loving embrace.  Having reached the deepest
depths he'd come back out only to be forced to return by the vigorous
pressure of my feet on his lower back.  And this time more aggressively.

My hand was rapidly sliding the length of my own wiener at a complementary
rhythm already leaking and coating my fingers for an even swifter race.
The pressure was building in my balls and I could sense Sam too was
striving toward an inescapable climax.

I struggled to open my eyes.  Before me amid the sparkles I saw my most
favorite person in the world.  He glowed a curious mixture of blue and
green from both of the night skies surrounding us.  Steam practically
vapored from his pores trying to expel the scalding temperatures of a boy
in heat.  Sweat shimmered in the air being flung off his body while he
assaulted my puffy hole.  His hair was caked to his forehead and his chest
cavity swelled to capacity with each gasp before releasing another breathy
groan.

Now slippery our youthful bodies had slightly fallen out of alignment but
without missing a beat Sam yanked my form further up his thighs, more
easily presenting my opening to the vicious pleasures he had in store.
Then as if to pin me to our new perfect position he thrust in harder and
deeper than he had ever gone before.

"Ooooooh!!" My slim figure involuntarily arched as if trying to dispel the
demon inside of me, reassigning my hold to the dampened and disheveled
sheets.  Somewhere inside of me Sam's dick had slammed into something, like
a button that triggered a renewed desperation and, in this moment, purpose
for my existence.

My scorching ears could barely make out a charming giggle amid the
shuffling.  "Sshh Ven keep it down."  But I had no intentions of holding
back now.

"Sam please don't stop!"  And neither had he.  Now reinvigorated my boy
began to pound into me harder and with a passion that well outshone his few
inspiring years.  Each lunge exponentially gained momentum to rival the
previous.  Having now found my weak spot Sam had no mercy.  Over and over
his dick slammed into me, leaving my body paralyzed, completely overcome by
the sensitive waves that radiated from that place deep inside of me.  No
longer able or needing to pleasure my own tool, it grew impossibly hard
pointing straight into the sky, repeatedly spasming as if having a seizure.

"Ugh uhh uhh oohh Ven!"  The room echoed a musical score beautiful enough
to rival Beethoven in his prime.  The reliable rhythm of skin slapping skin
was accented by dueling whimpers and moans and topped with the sporadic
squeaking of the bed.  Sam practically breathed fire into the now humid air
and every grunt seemed to pitch up an octave, preparing for the grand
finale.  My own cries were mere whines teasing a pain that hurt so
incredibly good.

"Please Sammy I'm so close!"  This was it.  Here I was on my back, legs
spread around my boy with his dick rapidly plowing into me, harder and
faster with each subsequent thrust, slamming into an impossibly
overwhelming spot buried 4.5 inches deep inside of me.  Then, amid the
frantic flurry I could feel my young balls jerk into my body like a pump.
I tried to hold it in, desperately needing this to go on forever, clenching
hard around Sam's rigid shaft that was abusing my hole, forcing him to
overcompensate or risk losing his rhythm.  He pulled back for the wind up,
his cheeks dimpling, before shoving forward deep into me with a guttural
groan and a force so powerful that he finally shattered my boy button,
releasing the flood gates.

"Sssaaaahhh..." I could feel the molten river gush up through my impossibly
rigid shaft and out the bulging mushroom head that breached the taut
foreskin shooting out in a series of stunning cum-white rainbows that
decorated my heaving chest like an artistic new age masterpiece.  With
every wave my whole body shuttered and tensed, arching into the air, toes
curling, butt squeezing.  My grip tore at the rocket ship sheets and my
mouth was left gaping, releasing desperate whines into the steamy air.  I
had never felt anything so unbelievable.  Why did no one ever tell me sex
could feel this amazing?!

While I was lost in the orgasmic void Sam found a new vigor, inspired by
the seething grip of my tightening boyhole.  At risk of losing speed he
increased his pressure, pushing through my insides like a red-hot knife
through butter, chasing after his own impending climax.  His high pitched
breathy grunts harmonized with my cries.  Faster and faster he raced toward
the finish line, completely lost to the world around him, clearly seeing
nothing but the impending youthful release in his immediate future.  I
could feel his balls bashing into my backside, primed and ready, just
waiting for their cue.

Covered in my own sticky cum still dribbling from my modestly stiff boyhood
I relished in the warmth still radiating across my whole body, a fire that
continued to be stoked by my boy's sweetly spirited loving.  I dared to
peek through drowsy eyelids to watch his majesty.  He looked so sexy
hovering above me.  His cherubic form moved with such powerful elegance,
its tone shimmering a dashing definition that warmed my heart.  With each
pull into my body's loving embrace around his member his fingers would dig
into the plush of my thighs.  A grimace flashed across his handsome visage,
eyes clamped shut protected from the sweat dripping from the golden strands
matted to his forehead.

Then between grunts I heard him whisper my name, "Ven..." followed by a
sharp gasp.  Still riding the ending my own wave and eager for him to join
I braced myself, clamping tightly around his engorged shaft as if to pull
him aboard.  That was all he needed.

"Fuck Col!  Ffffuuuuccckk!!" With one final frantic jab Sam plowed into me
nearly folding me in half, pushing me hard along the bedding sticking to my
back.  Inside my fleshy cave I could feel his throbbing boyhood harden to
steel pulsing and firing boiling strands, coating my insides with his
exquisite savorings warming me to the core.  I released one last lingering
moan between a beaming grin at a charming realization.  He had finally made
me his.  My heels dug into the well-formed cushion of his backside fearful
of ever letting him go, keeping him buried deep inside.  Overcome by the
heavenly sensations radiating from our agonizing passion his back arched,
his face furiously crying curses into the air.  Together we tormented one
another, riding the final rippling swells as one, imagining that we could
stay in this moment forever, joined with one another in a dream that would
never end.

But slowly the fantasy began to fade.  The tension that had racked our
adolescent bodies casually drifted away and the cool night came back to us.
Completely spent Sam's shrinking boyhood sloppily slithered out from within
me eliciting a somber whimper.  I suddenly felt so empty and alone, left
with only the sparkling tingles and cooling offerings he left inside.
Unwilling to leave me his slim build slid along mine, falling gently upon
my chest.  I casually coasted my fingertips up the length of his rippling
back to find the mop of unkempt hair, running my hand through it.  His
cheek rode each breath I took, our heaving gradually returning to soft
pants.  I laid there for a moment holding my boyfriend enjoying the
afterglow of the most amazing sensations either of us had ever experienced
in our short lives, imagining the future we'd have together.  This was just
the beginning of something incredible.  But that could wait.  For now, this
was perfect.

Sam's chin shifted into my rib and I felt his tongue creep out toward my
nipple, flicking it, sneaking a taste of the thin cream drying on my chest.
"Mmmm..." I could feel the vibrations of his response along my torso and I
giggled while digging my claws into his sides rousing a frantic scurry as
he tried to escape my barrage only to be wrapped in my gangly cocoon.  I
pulled him into me, his laughs subsiding into a charming smile accented by
those entrancing dimples.  His chest was glued to mine, arms resting on
either side of my head Sam beamed down at me through the dwindling sparkles
still blurring his vision.  His eyes glowed so brightly, a vibrant daring
blue reflecting a wildly free spirit that would never be tamed.  They
darted around my countenance, exploring the wonder I saw in him.

My hands coasted around his damp naked form teasing little invisible hairs
creating goosebumps until they reached his neck and brought him to me.  The
space between us grew smaller and my breaths tickled the freckles scattered
around his nose.  Then our lips touched and he melted into me.  It wasn't
aggressive or lustful, but simply sweet and expressed something true and
real.  In this moment we were one as we held each other close, never
wanting to let go.

Reluctantly our lips separated, sticking together until his face lazily
drifted from mine, eyes half closed.  I warmly smiled up at him and he
smirked back before randomly pushing off of me and rolling down the bed
leaving me all alone.  In a semi-unconscious state I was shocked and
suddenly cold, the warmth of my boy having left.  So I curled up onto my
side as I watched him scuffle around the darkness of the room.  Then as
soon as he was gone, he came back with my old underwear in one hand and the
comforter in the other.  My body bounced around as he climbed back into the
bed throwing the blanket on top of us.  For a moment I could hear him
rustle about before I felt the rough cloth of the briefs gently swipe at my
sensitive backside making me wince and gasp.  Then he crept up close behind
me, laying his arm around and casually dragged his hand across my torso in
a leisure attempt at cleaning me up a little.  Apparently satisfied, a cool
draft of air brushed the front of my body as he flung open the covers to
cast away the soiled cloth.

Finally free from all distractions Sam's shape molded into mine from
behind, pulling me in close to assume the role of his little spoon.  The
softened flesh of his boyhood pressed into the bubble of my tired cheeks.
I could feel the remnants of my cum sticking between his chest and my back,
gluing us together in a uniquely close embrace.  His fingers, draped down
my thigh and casually toyed with my sensitive nail for a beat before
sliding along my tummy and folding into my chest.

"Wow Ven that was..." I could hear him wet his throat, still dry, "...that
was amazing."  Each word tickled the hairs on the back of my neck.

"Yeah...incredible."  A smile crept across my face remembering the look on
his while he came inside of me only moments before.

"You sure?  I hope I didn't hurt you. I kinda got carried away it just felt
so good."  He slurred his words clearly fighting sleep's temptation and I
chuckled.

"What part of `Oh Sammy harder, don't stop' worried you?"  He lightly
snickered then simply squeezed me tighter and I wrapped my arm around his
doing my best to hug him.

As we lied there naked, spooned together on his bed, our breaths casually
began to sync, our hearts beating together as one.  He held me from behind
with a warm loving embrace, his soft skin brushing along mine each time he
twitched in and out of consciousness.  In my boyfriend's arms I knew I was
safe and that nothing in this world had the faintest chance of taking away
the newfound peace within me.  As his breaths faded from random sputters to
steady whispers I felt a swelling ache in my chest.  It was a pain so
beautiful and sweet that a solemn tear started to form in the corner of my
eye.  When I woke this morning I wanted nothing to do with Sam.  I dared to
push him aside, afraid of the feelings growing within me.  I was confused,
embarrassed and terrified.  But he was persistent with that charismatic
charm and compassionate smile, not to mention his stunning figure.  He
helped me not be afraid.  He showed me that there is so much more to life
than living by someone else's rules.  That there is something amazing in
all of us if only we have the courage to let it grow and the love of others
to pick us up when we stumble.  He helped me realize that the choice is
mine to make, and mine alone.

"Sam? You know what?"  His boyish warmth released an unconscious mumble and
the tear trickled down my cheek wetting the pillow.  "I think...I think I
choose to be happy."  A grin grew on my face as I nestled back into him,
hugging his arm around me.  "So thanks Sam.  I love you."  My eyes grew
heavy and my body relaxed into his.  The night cooled around us.  The
crickets played their lonely songs and the stars twinkled green across the
ceiling. And all the while I drifted further into a calming sea of dreams
imagining of untold wonders our future couldn't wait to share with us.



Thank you so very much for reading and I hope you enjoyed it!  If you'd
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If you'd like to read more of my stuff you can find it here:

The Boy of Your Dreams (m/b):
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/the-boy-of-your-dreams

The Boy on the Beach (m/b):
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/the-boy-on-the-beach

Lover Boy (b/b): https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/young-friends/lover-boy

Sweet Dreams (m/b): http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/sweet-dreams