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"So..."Sam said, paused and then repeated in a quivering voice, "so...who do you think it was?"
"Well, I'm not positive, but I think Drew." Riley replied from behind Sam. Riley was resting his chin on Sam's shoulder as he sat behind him and was slowly stroking Sam. Leaning back, Sam laid against Riley's chest. After Riley had texted Sam, he was invited over to his apartment to explain what had happened earlier. Feeling bad about Sam's exclusion in the locker room, Riley was making it up him. Riley had ordered Sam to undress and sit in front of him, while being stroked and with constant kisses, to his back, and even nibbling gently on his ear. During the last hour, Riley had been edging Sam, almost making him cum eight times.
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"Tell me again, how did you know it wasn't me?" Sam asked, with an unsteady voice.
"At first, nothing. There was a note on the entrance to the locker room." Riley reached to pull out the piece of paper he had put in his jean's pocket earlier. Passing the note to Sam, watched as Sam read it aloud.
"Riley,
Come on 'll be even more fun if we don't talk. Once your ready all you have to say is "I want it." This will be so fun. I can't wait!
Sam"
"Didn't you say ""I want it"" the other day in the locker room when we did it?" Sam asked, looking back.
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" 's why I thought it was you who wrote the note. No one else was there to hear. There must have been some one we didn't know about that was close enough to hear our words." replied Riley. Sam dropped the note and turned head around. Riley blew hot air on Sam's ear and increased the speed of which he was stroking. Gripping Riley's arm, he was starting to shudder. Riley stopped abruptly and clenched Sam's dick tightly, halting the orgasm that Sam could feel approaching.
Sam groaned and Riley smirked, continuing his story.
"When I felt a hand rubbing my back, I reached behind to hold it. Your hands are wider than the ones that were rubbing my back. I shrugged it off though. Thinking I might be mistaken. The blood flow that my brain needs to think more logically was pooled in another area." said Riley
Sam snorted in amusement.
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"Anyway, when he entered me, it kind of felt like he had a condom on, but he actually didn't. I'll explain why in a minute. Once it was in, I could tell it was around the same size as yours, but when he was thrusting it hit my prostate more on the left side then right."
"What does that mean?" Sam asked, perplexed.
"It had a bit of a curve to it. As he was getting deeper inside I finally felt my ass hit the base and noticed there was a much larger patch of fuzz at the base of his dick. You keep yours trimmed. Sure we hadn't done anything in two days, but if your bush could grow thick and fast like that in those two days your must be part sasquatch." said Riley. He was now using both of his hands on Sam's dick. Holding it tight and twisting a bit at the head.
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"Now, I could tell he was starting to cum, but I felt a bit of hot liquid in me right before he pulled out and the rest went everywhere. He wasn't wear a condom, but it felt like there was something that was covering his dick. What was covering his dick was skin. He had an uncut dick. Yours," Riley paused and looked over Sam's shoulder, staring down at the dick in front of him." is cut. That's something that can't grow back no matter what." he finished.
Sam was panting now. Riley was slowly increasing his speed.
"Drew has also been acting out of character towards me in the last couple of days. I've caught him stealing glances at me all the time. Yesterday in the locker room, Peter asked if I had any extra clothes. I told him I had to take them home the day before to be cleaned. I heard a snicker, and looked over. Drew was smirking, but when he caught my eye, he blushed and turned away. Like he knew why my clothes had to be cleaned or something. He's also been more polite to me than ever. He would say, "Sup" in the hall. When someone knocked me into him, he apologized to me, even though it was my fault. He looked horrified and walked away before I could really react." Riley finished as he let go of Sam's dick and moved around in front of him.
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Sam was smiling warmly at him as Riley kissed the head of his dick.
"How could we use this to our advantage?" Sam asked with erratic words as his orgasm began to build more intensely.
Smirking with a raised eyebrow, he sat up kissed Sam's lips, and then lowered himself back to his crotch.
"I have a few ideas." Riley whispered and he ducked his head down just as Sam exploded into Riley's mouth.