Disclaimer: This story contains explicit homosexual situations regarding teens. If this is illegal in your area, or offends you, please do not continue. All of the characters are purely fictional; any resemblance to real people or other fictional characters is coincidental. This is my first Nifty submission, hope you enjoy.
SAM & CARTER (PART 1)
By K Wise Copyright © 2013
"So, is it a plan or what?" Sam stopped suddenly and looked at me expectantly.
"Um... I-I guess so. Remind me of all the details again?" I had no idea what he'd been saying, I'd just been saying "yeah" to everything he said. I was lost in my own world.
Sam just laughed, and asked, jokingly, "Were you even listening?"
"Kinda... not really," I replied, dropping my head in a bit of mock-shame.
"Okay, basically I'm just sayin' that I'll come over around 6 or so, after I shoot some hoops with Kev," Sam said. "And then you and I can watch a movie or something." Sam smiled as he said "movie," his lime-green eyes meeting mine for a moment.
"What movie?" I asked.
"Oh, I'm sure I'll find something," Sam said, again smiling as he put emphasis on "something." I just gave him a look, and turned to walk towards the school's front door, throwing a wave over my head and shouting "Kay!" over the din of people leaving school.
"See ya at 6!" I heard Sam shout back. I could picture him turning and going out the side door of our school, Winters Mill High, to the student parking lot, where he'd jump in his big red pickup and go to his neighbor Kevin's house. He'd make it there in less than five minutes, as he lived close to the school. I did too, but my bus dropped me off on the return trip– an hour after school ended. So needless to say, I jammed my hand in my pocket, pulled out my mp3-player, and popped in my earbuds. I decided to listen to listen to Ke$ha, since I was in the mood for something with a good beat.
After about half an hour, I had run out of Ke$ha songs. I was in a sexy-music sort of mood, so I put on some other, more explicit songs I had. After a while I was a little aroused.
We had turned around about fifteen minutes ago, so I still had about fifteen minutes till I got home. I was at the back of the bus, where the few other seniors sat, and only a few ninth graders were left up at the front. The vibration of the bus ride, paired with the friction of my jeans due to all the bumps (which are many here in rural Maryland), was making me rigid. I gave the bus driver a glance, but the middle-aged guy was intent on the road. We weren't a rowdy group, so he never really paid us any attention. I scooted over towards the window, trading places with my backpack. Even though I was still debating it in my head, I had already decided at the very least, I couldn't ignore my hardness. I placed my right hand against my jeans, and began to rub against my firmness. It made my cock throb, which only made me want more. I took a deep breath and slouched very low in the seat, so my knees slid up the back of the seat in front of me. I unzipped my jeans slowly, as if everyone on the bus would hear me if I were too loud. My hands shook with a mix of excitement, and fear of being caught, as I pulled out my rock-hard 6 inches. I slowly grasped my aching cock and moved my hand up and down, sliding the skin along the shaft. After a few moments, I quit delaying and spit in my right hand. I paused just a second to savor what I was really about to do, and then I went for it. I slid my hand up and down my cock, swirling it at the top to lube all the way around. I threw my head back hard against the seat, my eyes closed and my mouth falling open as I jerked quickly, the risk of the whole thing making the pleasure so much greater.
Out of nowhere, the memory of the time Sam and I went camping together came rushing into my head.
It was late, and we had just gotten back from a night-hike. I paused outside the tent to pee, and when I stepped through the still-open door, I stopped dead in my tracks. There was Sam, already shirtless, pulling down his pants and boxers together.
"Oh, I thought you'd be out there a minute," he said, stepping out of his pants. "Oh, well," he said, laughing. I just stood awed into silence, my eyes drinking in his whole body. I'd seen him shirtless, and knew he had a tanned, athletic body. But I could see now that he had no tan line. And also that he was somewhat hard. Below a thick, curly patch of black hair (which contrasted his short, blonde, spiky hairdo), his dick hung three or four inches, hanging down at an angle, swinging as he stepped over to his bag and pulled out a pair of boxers.
"Those boxers were pretty dank from that hike; it was so humid!" He said, facing me as he pulled on the clean boxers, his dick seeming to stand up straighter. "I don't wanna make the whole tent reek, so I'm gonna put `em outside," he said, picking up his old pair and walking by me to go outside.
"Huh," I managed to say intelligently. He returned to the tent, and placed his hand on my shoulder. He put his mouth right up to my ear and whispered "You ready for bed?"
"Uh... y-yeah," I stammered. My heart was finding its way to my throat as my stomach seemed to fall right out of me.
"Well," he said, stepping over to his sleeping bag, "You should change too, then." He stood over his sleeping bag, and watched me expectantly. I slowly took off my shirt and put it my bag. I paused for a moment, not sure what to do next.
"You should go ahead and change your boxers too; that was quite a hike," Sam said. I swore I saw his eyes dart to my crotch for a moment as he said that. I slowly unbuttoned my shorts, and unzipped them. Sam continued to stare, his bright green eyes fixed on my quivering hands.
I slid my shorts and boxers down together, and my semi-hard cock flopped out, continuing to harden. I quickly ran outside to put my boxers with his, and grabbed a new pair from my bag. I pulled them on as fast as I could, but my cock was already hard. I looked up to see Sam was still staring at my crotch. He blinked, then looked me in the eyes and grinned a moment.
"Ready for bed?" he asked again.
My left hand had worked its way into my boxers, all the way to my hole. I slowly worked the tip of my middle finger inside. I pictured Sam again, his naked figure and semi-hard cock. Sam was my best friend, but that image was engraved in my mind, and it turned me on so much! I imagined us sharing a sleeping bag. His warm body lying against mine. His firmness pressing into me.
I let out a sound that combined a grunt and a sigh, a sort of "Gunhh!" as I came hard, shooting streams of cum up past the top of the seat that then splattered my shirt. I watched breathlessly as a few shots came just past my fist, and then just oozed out of my spent, throbbing cock. For a few moments, I just heaved in and out, recovering from my orgasm. Once I came back down to Earth, I quickly slid my left hand out of my boxers and stuffed my deflating cock back in. I tried to scoop the cum off of my shirt, but only succeeded in smearing it into my shirt more. I zipped up my jeans and tried to think of what I could do about my shirt when the bus began to slow down. I looked out the window to see my driveway coming up as the next stop.