Whenever no one else would let Sam stay with them, he stayed in Rory's room at Brittany's house. Of course, Rory didn't mind having Sam around. It was after gkee practice, around six, when they got to the house. They both trodded up to Rory's room, dropping their backpacks at the door. While Rory checked his hair in the mirror connected to his long dressor, Sam climbed into the bed. He fluffed up a pillow and rested his back against it. Leaning back, he put his hands behind his head and crossed his poked out from the pits of his short-sleeve, button-up shirt.
As Rory turned toward his best American friend, he couldn't think about anything but how sexy he looked resting there. Sam's eyes slid closed, and he let out a breath.
"Two weeks back, and I'm still running dry with her. What am I doing wrong, man?" Sam suddenly asked, snapping Rory out of his trance.
The dark-headed boy wiped the drool from his lips. "Don't ask me. I'm gettin nowhere with anyone."
One of Sam's eyes opened. "Oh? Who do you like?"
Rory gulped. His instincts told him not to say Sam's name. They couldn't really be an item, right? They certainly weren't Kurt and Blaine.
"Sugar." He blurted the first name that came to his mind. Okay, maybe a bit of idiot turned Rory on, Sam being the smartest of the people he had crushes on.
Sam's eye shut again, and one of his hands drooped down to his upper chest.. "Not bad. The wait for these girls wouldn't be so bad if it weren't for how horny I've been. I had girls all over me when I was-" Sam quited. Rory understood what he was talking about. He needed not to finish the statement. However, Rory did tace the line Sam was drawing down his body as his fingers slid down his shirt to his jeans. His hand steadily cliched and let go of his crotch.
From the bottom of the bed, Rory put his hands down and crawled up on his hands and knees to Sam. His body was over Sam's body, with his legs and arms on both of his sides and resting on the matress.
Rory leaned in and brushed his lips lightly against Sam's lips. A light humming came from Sam's throat. When Rory pulled back, Sam's lips still pouted out. The corners slowly turned upward. That was the invite Rory needed to keep going. His lips trailed down Sam's jaw line to his neck, where his tongue slithered out and flowed along a protuding vane. Sam's mouth melted into an O. Rory's trembling fingers turned Sam's buttons and pressed them through the slits. One by one, releasing the buttons opened the shirt, exposing Sam's milky skin of his chest. Rory's lips covered every inch of Sam's chest. His tongue swirled around Sam's pinkish-brown nipples. He wiggled his tongue over the hard teet.
The sudden sound of a belt buckle caught Rory's attention. Sam was pushing the process along, so Rory moved his kissing lips down to Sam's abs, where he lightly grazed his teeth and lips over them like he was eating a peach, sucking in the sweet juices of Sam's body. At the same time, Rory brushed Sam's hands away and tugged at the button of his jeans and released his zipper. A pair of light blue briefs exposed themselves. Sam's thumbs hooked under the band of his underwear and pushed down his pants and briefs down to his knees. His hard, white cock slapped against his belly. Saliva coated Rory's mouth. All Rory wanted to do since his last encounter was take things a step further to please Sam into being his.
Rory leaned over slightly and picked up Sam's cock. He extened his tongue and licked the bottom rim of Sam's penis.
Sam's head pop up. "Oh my gahh." He let out a long strand of incohearent words or sylibals were more like it.
At the small triangle, Rory licked up that to the slit and back down. That caused Sam to pant. Rory knew he was putting Sam in a huge wave of pleasure but was causing some strange pain to him as well. So, Rory took pity on Sam and pushed his top lip over the top and took the head into his mouth. He still wiggled his tongue around that spot, but now he was sucking against the tip as well. Sam's back arched. Rory took another inch into his mouth and started bobbing, making sure his tongue pressed against the bottom side of Sam's penis, especially the triangle. Taking more in, he twisted his head back and forth, so that his tongue hit more area of Sam's penis.
Sam moaned out loudly.
With the hand he wasn't using to hold himself up, Rory petted Sam's biggish balls.
Sam's hips humped up into Rory's face.
Rory sloppily slurped on Sams's cock. He was feeling super hungry for it. The balls he was petting were beginning to rise up into Sam's body. Rory rubbed Sam's taint instead. The pants coming from Sam was driving Rory wild. He sucked as hard as he could. Sam was bucking wildly under Rory.
"Oh Mercedes!" Sam yelled out just as cum squirted from his cock into Rory's mouth.
Rory swallowed with a frown. Mercedes? It disgusted him.
With his eyes now opened, Sam nodded at Rory. "Come up here."
Despite how he felt, Rory did as Sam wanted. He fit his body into Sam's outstretched arm.
Sam guided Rory's head down onto his chest. The muscles of Sam's pecs were firm. The skin was warm and slightly moist with sweat. The slight atheletic aroma was turning Rory on even more than before. "I don't deserve such a good friend," Sam commented.
"Yes, you do." Although annoyed, Rory still meant it.
"You need to get off?"
"No."
"Go ahead."
"No."
Sam reached down and tugged on the back of Rory's underwear.
"Hey! What's that for?" Rory protested.
"You can't fix it without taking them off."
Rory undid his pants and pulled them and his underwear down. His cock flopped out. Sam grabbed it. Rory smaked his hand away. "I'll do it myself." Rory grabbed it and yanked on it as Sam pulled him back to his chest.
Sam's hand moved down to Rory's ass and lightly rubbed it. His soft hand felt nice on Rory's ass. That caused Rory to stroke harder. He could feel the beginnings of his cum flowing from his balls into his penis. His face turned. His nose nuzzled into Sam's chest. Jutting out his lips, he kissed Sam's chest once again.
With his other hand, Sam picked Rory's head up and kissed him softly on his lips. The big lips got small enough to press against Rory's smaller lips. Rory smiled brightly as he came on Sam in that moment.
Sam made a surprised sound. He moved to clean up. Both boys getting dreased in the mean time. They lied back down in the bed. Rory wanted to cuddle up against Sam again, but Sam did not make a move for Rory to come to him.