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SAM & CARTER (PART 2)
By K Wise Copyright © 2013
I pulled into Carter's driveway, going past the end and pulling behind the house. I told him I'd be shooting hoops with Kevin before I came over, but I wanted to surprise him by being there when he got home. I jumped out of the cabin of my pickup, pulling my bag off the passenger seat and sliding it out after me. I shut the door and made my way to the back door of Carter's house. I got the spare key from under the propane tank in the grill (I was considered family, so I knew the hiding place) and let myself in. I walked through the small kitchen and made my way down the hall to Carter's room. After tossing my bag on the floor, I pulled my phone from my pocket and checked the time.
3:07 P.M.
I still had nearly an hour till Carter got home. He didn't have any siblings, and his parents both worked till about eight o`clock, so I had the house to myself.
I flopped down on Carter's bed, deciding to just relax till he got home. I pulled off my shoes and socks, and laid back, pulling my knees up and apart to get some air to my crotch. It was hot, and the dark interior of my truck had soaked up the heat all day, burning my back and my ass when I sat down. And after the ride here, my junk was pretty sweaty. Even with my legs open, I was still pretty hot, so I took my shirt off, tossing it in Carter's clothes bin. I started to cool off a bit, but my crotch still felt pretty sweaty, so I decided to just wing it and air out. I got up off the bed, slipped off my shoes, and unbuttoned my shorts. I quickly unzipped them, sliding down my shorts and boxers together. I threw those in the clothes bin as well. I flopped back onto the bed, putting my knees up and out again to get some air to my junk. It felt so great! I fixed the pillows a bit to get more comfortable, and closed my eyes.
I was relaxed at first, until I felt my cock starting to harden. I opened my eyes and watched it grow longer, standing up straight to point at the ceiling, jumping with my heartbeat. I grabbed it with my left hand and began jerking slowly, the sweat acting as lube as I worked my hand up and down my full 6½". I felt nervous for a moment, but I reassured myself that no one would be home yet, and really began working my cock. A wet slapping sound began to pick up as I quickly slid my hand up and down along my rigid cock. The sloppy noise of my jerking only made me jerk faster, really pulling me into my own world of pleasure.
Of course, thoughts of Carter began to fill my head. Carter, my best friend, and sexual dream. My favorite fantasy, the camping trip, came to me.
Carter and I had gone camping, in the woods not too far from my house (the woods were EVERYWHERE). Anyway, after a long hike all day, we came back to the tent around 10 pm or so. I was absolutely drenched with sweat. Carter said something about being outside a minute, so I took the opportunity to change (after all, I didn't want him to get a whiff of me; I smelled awful!). Well, right as I was pulling down my pants and boxers, in walks Carter.
"Oh, I thought you'd be out there a minute," I said, staring at the floor as I stepped out of my pants. I decided trying to play it off would be the best thing to do. Anything to make my dick calm down!
"Oh, well," I said, laughing nervously. I stepped over to my bag, rummaging around for clean boxers as my face burned with embarrassment. I could feel his gaze sweeping my body. My cock was still half hard.
Finally, I struck gold, and found a fresh pair of boxers. I slid them on as quickly as I could, though my dick started to grow again from all the jostling.
"Those boxers were pretty dank from that hike; it was so humid!" I said. I kept talking to fill the void of his stare. "I don't wanna make the whole tent reek, so I'm gonna put `em outside," I said, picking up my damp boxers and moving towards the doorway.
"Huh," was all Carter said as I walked by. He seemed kinda frozen in place. As I tossed my boxers on a low tree branch to dry, I decided to play off the awkwardness with some personal humor.
As I came back in the tent, I walked up right behind Carter. I rested my hand gently on his shoulder, and put my lips so close to his ear I could feel the heat coming from it.
"You ready for bed?" I whispered. I felt him shudder just a little, before stammering out a yeah.
"Well," I said, walking over to my sleeping bag, "You should change too then." I tried to keep a straight face as I laughed on the inside, wondering if he'd really do it. I watched him and waited for him to react. The idea of Carter taking off his clothes in front of me started to turn me on. He slowly pulled his shirt over his burgundy hair, and I admired his pale chest, shining from sweat. He shoved his shirt into his bag, and stood up, looking like a deer in the headlights.
"You should go ahead and change your boxers too; that was quite a hike," I said, glancing down to his crotch for a moment. I hoped I wasn't imagining the bulge I saw.
He just stared at me for a moment, then looked down as he unbuttoned and unzipped his shorts. I couldn't keep my eyes off of his bulge.
He slid his shorts and boxers down quickly, and I stared as his beautiful semi-hard cock came into view. I watched it continue to grow as he practically ran out of the tent to put his sweaty boxers outside with mine. He came back in and got a clean pair from his bag, pulling them on in a flash. I just watched his cock throb the whole time.
I suddenly realized that he had stopped moving and broke my stare. I looked up to see his azure eyes looking right back at me. I grinned.
"Ready for bed?" I asked.
"Yeah," he said, his blue gaze still on me.
"Well, we're still pretty hot and sweaty, so we're better off outside sleeping bags. Why don't we just zip them together into one big bed to sleep on?" I asked. I searched his face for any clues as to how he felt about that. Personally, I liked the idea. And my boner agreed.
"Sure," he said, after a moment of deliberation. "'S a good idea."
"Thanks," I said with a smirk.
We put our bags in a corner of the tent, and got our sleeping bag-bed ready. We both reached for the electric lantern, hanging from the top of the tent, at the same time. Our hands brushed one another's, and we both looked at each other and laughed.
"You go ahead and lie down. I got it," I said with a half-smile. He smiled back and laid down on his side, propping his head on his arm as he looked up at me. I pushed the button on the lantern, and it clicked off. We were plunged into an immediate darkness.
"Sorry if I get you at all, I can't see shit," I said with a laugh as I got down onto the sleeping bag bed.
"You're fine. I wouldn't mind," he said.
-Was it me, or did that sound... like... inviting?- I laid on my side to face him, though I couldn't see, and said goodnight.
"Night, Sam," he said, as I heard him turn over.
This is where history became fantasy. I imagined that I'd wait till he fell asleep, then scoot right behind him, my cock beginning to grow from the closeness. I'd slowly drape my arm around him, making sure he was still asleep by listening to his slow, rhythmic breathing. I'd then pull him slowly into me, until we were spooning. My dick would be tenting my boxers, the tip starting to ooze precum. I would lie there, slowly grinding my cock against his ass, until I would heard his breathing change. His breath would catch as he awoke and took in what was happening. I, of course, would continue my slow grinding, but keep my breathing even to feign sleep. He would then hook his thumbs on the waistband of his boxers, and slowly slide them past his bubble butt. Now that his arm had brushed against mine, which was still holding him to me, I could stop pretending to be asleep. I would begin kissing his neck, pressing my lips against his smooth, damp skin, opening my mouth and gently sucking on his slightly salty flesh. He would moan under his breath as I continued to kiss, suck, and lick his neck.
After what would feel like hours of this slow, erogenous, sweaty grinding and kissing, I would decide it was time. I would take my arm away, and pull off my boxers. I would then grab his shoulder, pulling him over to lie on his back. I would then climb on top of him, and pull off his boxers completely off.
"Sam," he would whisper gruffly, "what are we doing?"
"Making love, like we've always wanted," I would say. I would then grab both of his legs and push them against his body, as I lined up my cock with his hole.
"Oh God, Sam, I love you," he would whisper.
"I love you, too, Carter," I would whisper back as I planted a kiss on his supple lips, and pushed the head of my cock into his tight heat. He would moan into my mouth, tensing up in a moment of pain. We would lie there, our mouths locked together as he adjusted to my cock. After a few moments I'd start working myself deeper into him, through his warmth, until I was fully inside of him. Carter would break our kiss and begin to moan as I thrust into him, his ass gripping me as I slid out to the head and in to the base. Carter's hands would find their way to my ass, each one massaging a cheek, and pulling me harder into him with every thrust. I would start to grunt as I picked up my pace, rolling my hips with each thrust, Carter moaning louder as I began to press his prostate. As the overwhelming pleasure built inside of me, I too would begin moaning as I thrust faster, and harder into Carter. Finally, I would crest the wave of pure passionate carnality, bear down with one great, deep thrust, and release my torrent of cum inside of him. And just as I would bury my cock in him, he too would call out in ecstasy as his sweat-slick rod gushed with cum, cascading all over our stomachs and chests. Devastated in the wake of our powerful shared orgasm, we would both collapse in a heady daze. After a few long moments of recovery, I would push myself off of him, rolling to lay beside him. He would bring his legs back down, and turn to look in my direction.
"Sam?" He would call out into the inky darkness, his voice thick with emotion.
"Yeah, Carter?"
"What does this mean for us?" He would ask.
"It means... well, it means that we can screw around whenever we want to now," I'd say with a chuckle, "but I know that's not what you mean. No, it means that I love you, and that I'm ready to be more than best friends, if you want to." I would wait for a response, and start to worry as the silence began to grow.
"Sam?"
"...Yeah, Carter?"
"I want so much more. Kiss me, again."
Like so many times before, I came before the fantasy was over. I would always start off imagining that fantasy just to get off, but by the time I did, I would keep going, dreaming of Carter telling me that he wants to be with me. I lay in a lasting moment of reverie, but was roused by the low hum of a diesel engine. -Could that be what I think it is?- I jumped up and looked out Carter's bedroom window to see him walking down his driveway as the bus pulled away.
"Shit!" I cried as I ran to the bathroom to clean myself up. I mopped the cum off of my chest as best I could and ran back to him bedroom, throwing on my clothes as I heard Carter climbing the porch steps. In a brief moment of deliberation I decided shock would be more entertaining than just surprise, so I quickly got into his closet and shut the door just as he walked into the house.