Rory's Teacher, Sam
The afternoon after Sam drive Rory down to Kentucky, they finished a game of Checkers. Rory looked over the large stack of black caps on Sam's side and the small stack of red caps on his side. What a stupid game. He pushed the game board away from him.
"Awe, don't be a sore loser." Sam's eyes twinkled.
"I'm not. It just didn't tickle my fancy." He blew out a frustrated bit of air. "What do you do for fun around here?"
"Well, if it were warmer, I'd be checking out the girls in their short shorts. They have legs for days. But, anymore . . ."
"Teach me how to get a girl."
Sam scrapped the checkers into the box and placed the board on top of them. A big, simi-evil smile came to Sam's face. "I'll teach you how to be sexy."
A coy smile appeared on Rory's face. Sure, Sam was an attractive lad, but sexy? It didn't seem a word that he would use to describe Sam. But, who knew, maybe there was something lost in the translation. Rory nodded.
Sam stood. He motioned for Rory to follow him. As Rory did. They went to his room. "I'll show you the harder stuff after we talk about what to do when you are alone with them and want to give them something to look forward to something more."
Rory narrowed his eyes. He wasn't sure what the more meant, but he wasn't really ready to have sex. So, maybe this was a bad idea. He started to open his mouth to protest when Sam put on some older Britney Spears music. It was fast paced. Sam pushed Rory back into a chair, telling him to watch.
The blonde stood in front of Rory and swivelled his hips to the beat. It seemed a bit convenient that Sam was wearing a button-up shirt as he started undoing his top button. Wait! Was he stripping? Rory rocked himself in the chair, feeling acutely uncomfortable.
With each button leaving its hole, Rory saw more muscles stacked on top of each other than he ever even knew existed. It made him wonder how much time he'd have to spend under the stress of weights to be able to have the magic ability to get girls to like him. Honestly, a girl picked a girl before him the last time he went for one.
The shirt was completely open and Sam had it with both hands and was yanking it back and forth. Blue cloth slipped off of the milky skin of Sam's shoulders. It was hard not to just focus on Sam's abs wiggling back and forth, though. That was until the biceps showed themselves. Each had a vane pumping blood enough to poke out a blue line.
Rory put his hands in his lap. He was beginning to rise downstairs a bit and that wasn't something he wanted his new friend to get a look at. It was something Rory knew he couldn't do with the ladies, so he really wanted to stop Sam, but he couldn't peel his eyes away from the naked skin covering those muscles.
Sam was unbuttoning and unzipping his pants when Rory focused back in on what he was doing. A white waste band was the first thing he saw, followed by white laces and then red cloth.
"This is usually more graceful because they should be tear-away pants," Sam was suddenly talking. It snapped Rory back into a bit of reality. Hard over his guy friend.
Sam, somehow, got his jeans off without falling face-first to the floor. Besides his trunk-style swim trunks (or so they looked to Rory), Sam was naked. Even his legs were full muscles. It put a little green man on Rory's shoulder named Envy.
As if following his hips, Sam shimmied himself over to Rory. His hands clamped down on Rory's shoulder. Their eyes locked. Rory prayed Sam wasn't about to do anything that would cause him to notice his hardness.
"This is the point where you would give them a lap dance, but I'll skip that. How about you give it a shot now?"
"Sam, I—"
Sam pressed his index finger to Rory's lips. "Shhh! Do what you feel." Then, Sam took a step back so that Rory could stand up and take his turn at strip dancing.
Rory did stand up, but he bent forward and pouted out his lips until he laid a delicate kiss right on Sam's smooth belly button. His tongue touched the inside. Crap. He wondered where that came from. It would be the time Sam would notice his hard-on.
Sam squirmed back a little. "Hey! That tickled." There was a light-hearted laugh followed.
The move away from Rory knocked him off balance. He fell forward, his face landing right in Sam's private area. How it didn't cause Sam great pain, Rory wasn't sure, but it knocked Sam off balance. They both tumbled to the floor. Rory's blue eyes cautiously looked up into Sam's eyes; they were filled with innocence.
"I'm—"
"Do what you feel," Sam repeated.
Rory peeled his face from Sam's package, hidden under a thing layer of red fabric. His lips planted seeds of passion on each of Sam's abs. Lowest right, left, up left, right, up right, left. With each kiss, Sam's stomach sunk in, trying to escape from the pleasure of Rory's soft lips. His tongue left a small line of saliva like a zipper up Sam's torso. Even in the crack between Sam's pecs, Rory could feel the strength of the boy he was on top of.
Rory's mouth skipped Sam's neck and moved to his barely exposed ear from his longish, blonde hair. "I want to kiss you," he whispered in Sam's ear, delicate with his Irish accent that sent chills down Sam's spine. Rory had a hand on Sam's biceps. He could feel the goosebumps rise, hairs standing on end.
"You already did," Sam pointed out with a huge grin.
"On your lips," Rory said flattly.
"My trouty mouth?"
Pushing himself up, Rory edged off of Sam's body. "I'm sorry, I thought—"
Sam cut him off my circling his arms around Rory's clothed torso. The pressure on his back brought him back on top of Sam. This time, he felt his penis press into Sam's thigh. He knew he was caught this time. Sam didn't seem to notice as he asked, "Don't go. You don't find my lips too huge?"
"No. I know a guy who can pick up a glass between his lips. Besides, you're beautiful." The last words were so soft and filled with his deep accent, they could only be seen as truth.
One of Sam's hands cruised up to Rory's head. He swept his fingers through the back, brushing it lightly. "No one has ever called me beautiful. Hott or sexy, yes, but beautiful—"
It was Rory's turn to cut Sam off. He placed his lips deliberately and softly against Sam's lips. It was his first kiss ever. Electric watts ran between the two boy's lips, jump-starting Rory's heart, which was pounding.
When Rory pulled away, he noticed Sam's eyes were shut. As they opened, Sam's mouth hung for a moment before he spoke. "You're really cute."
Rory allowed the blush to come and splotch his face with red.
Sam yanked Rory's shirt off over his head before he could even protest. He felt exposed with his fragile frame shown off to the chiseled boy in front of him. Sam sat up, pushing Rory into a kneeling position on his knees. He kissed Rory again. This time, his tongue parted Rory's lips and went in to explore the new cave. His hands were exploring the softness of Rory's back.
Becoming emboldened, Rory yanked on one of the strings on Sam's tied shorts.
As a reply, Sam undid Rory's jeans. With a raise of an eyebrow, Rory also developed a small frown. "I've never—"
"Don't worry. That's not happening."
"Well, what is?"
Sam reached down into the jeans and cotton fabric of underwear and fished out Rory's hard penis. His hand curled around the penis, just below the head. The pinky finger of Sam's hand just touched Rory's balls.
Rory's eyes rested over Sam's smooth torso. He rested his hand on Sam's pec and slowly moved it down, feeling the ridges of Sam's abs. His hands met at Sam's shorts, and he tugged at them, but they didn't move.
Sam stood up and picked Rory up to his bare feet. Both boys took their own fate into their own hands and dropped their own pants and/or underwear. There. They were exposed to each other. Sam was a bit bigger than Rory.
Dropping to his knees, Rory went back to kissing Sam's abs as he took a loose grip on Sam's cock and rapidly moved his hand over it, pulling off at the tip. His other hand quickly replaced the first and repeated the action. He was milking Sam's cock. His tongue worked the grooves of Sam's abs. The taller boy was writhing around in pleasure.
Sam's knees buckled. He was on the floor. Rory's tongue went from Sam's abs to his lips. Sam grabbed the sides of Rory's head and kissed him, letting his tongue sink into Sam's mouth. As their tongues thrashed about against each other, Sam took a hold on both of their penises and began stroking them against each other. Rory's mouth fell open more, and he let out a moan into Sam's mouth. With a smile, Sam rolled onto his back and lied there, stroking them.
Rory sunk his butt down on his heels. Sam adjusted his legs, so that they were over Rory's legs. With each thrust of their cocks, Sam's legs tightened and rubbed against Rory's.
Since he didn't really have much else to do, Rory explored all of Sam's torso with his hands. Feeling something that chiseled was just amazing.
Sam's legs were rubbing harder over Rory's thighs. Rory was in heaven. This beautiful boy, from blonde hair to abs to cock that was pressed against Rory's and being worked the same with powerful, gentle hands, was truly enjoying him.
Rory's legs writhed back and forth, his knees squishing Sam's sides.
Sam's ass rubbed against Rory's balls. Rory let out a tiny moan. Sam squirted on his abs without warning. Rory took over his own cock. He scooted back away from Sam's lower body, picked some of Sam's spunk up and used it as lube. Then, he bent down and licked up Sam's sperm, which made Sam let out uncontrolled moans. Sam's strong hands were brushing through Sam's hair again and pulling him back up toward him. As Rory got closer, Sam pulled him by his shoulders. Rory crawled over Sam's body with one hand and his two legs. His other hand was busy working his cock. Sam gave him a small kiss, as his hands moved down to Rory's ass. After giving it a little squeeze, he sat Rory down on his abs. The ripples under his butt was very different. Sam brushed Rory's hand away from his penis and took it back over. He stroked him with one hand and rubbed his balls with the other. Rory felt like he was about to topple over backward. As his body leaned back, his back was caught by Sam's bent legs. He reached back and grabbed Sam's ankles to steady himself. His thumb rubbed the ball on Sam's ankle. Rory couldn't begin to describe the pleasure of someone else handling his cock besides himself. His body began to shake. He erupted soon after that. His cum hit Sam's face, neck and chest in a long line. Sam let out a gasp. It had caught him off guard. He stopped stroking, but kept playing with Rory's balls, until Rory collapsed on him. They finished their short time of sexy with each other with a few little kisses.
"Lets wash off in the shower," Sam suggested.
Together, they washed each other off, building an even stronger bond.