Starts a little bit slow .
I used to attend a support group for cancer kids before because I used to have illness in my blood. I refused to attend a support group before, until I met this kid. I was 14 years old back then, dirty blond hair that curls a little by the end, liquid blue eyes, one of the cutest teenage boys you could possibly spot in England. I have a lean muscular build, five feet tall and a little bit shy.
I checked my watch for the time but I failed to read it clearly because my friend, Ian, an 18 year old teenage boy who will just appear nowhere and bug you, started ‘bugging’ me about this support group for cancer kids.
Me: “No. I don’t want to.” I answered.
Ian: “You should, one of the causes of that is depression. You don’t want other people to see you because you’re just not confident about yourself, Zack.” He said.
Me: “Shut up,” I mumbled. “Leave me alone.”
It’s not like I didn’t want to go, but, he was right, I am shy about meeting new people and a little bit annoyed by the fact that I would have to share a part of my life to them just to inspire and to keep them fighting their sickness and whatsoever.
But later that day, I just somewhat told him that I would try and attend one. Just one. So the next morning, he gave me a lift.
Ian pulled into the circular driveway behind the church at 10:32. I pretended to fiddle with my hair for a second just to escape time.
“You need me to carry you there?” Ian asked me.
“Fuck you. But you’re kind. Thanks. And no, thanks.”
“Okay Zack, just call me when you need a lift.” He said as I got out.
“You too. Call me whenever.” I answered.
“Make friends lad!” he said through the rolled down window as I walked away.
I didn’t want to take the stairs so I decided to take the elevator because taking the stairs is the last thing a lazy teenager like me would do. So I took the elevator and when the elevator door open, a boy was staring at me.
I was quite sure I’d never seen him before, because it was my first time here. Long and leanly muscular, he dwarfed the molded plastic elementary school chair he was sitting in. Brown hair, straight and short. He looked my age, maybe a year older, he sat with his tailbone against the edge of the chair, his posture aggressively poor, on hand half in a pocket of dark jeans.
I looked away, suddenly conscious of myself. I was wearing cargo shorts, which had once been tight but now tighter in some weird places, and a white plain T-shirt. Also my hair, this surfer blond hair, and I hadn’t even bothered to brush because I was too lazy to even think about fixing it. Still, I guess I looked likable.
I cut a glance to him, and his eyes were still on me. It occurred to me why they call it eye contact.
I walked into the circle and sat down next to a weird looking boy, two seats away from the kid who was looking at me. I glanced again. He was still watching me, like undressing and sucking the life out of my poor teenage body.
Look. Let’s just say it: He was really cute. A non-hot boy stares at you relentlessly and it is, at best, awkward and, at worst, my 14 year old cock was throbbing and screaming for attention as it strained in my briefs.
I pulled my phone and clicked it so it would display the time: 10:39. The circle filled in with the unlucky twelve-to-eighteens, and this boy who I was sitting next to started out with the serenity prayer.
Soon after, I decided the proper strategy was to stare back. Boys like me do not have a monopoly on the staring business, after all. I looked at him and soon it was a staring contest. After a while I smiled my biggest smile and then finally, his brown eyes glanced away. When he looked back at me, I flicked my eyebrows up and say, I win.
He shrugged. And a guy entered the room and started talking about things for being inspired to keep on fighting and things like that. I almost slept but the awkward staring of the boy two sits from me was keeping me awake.
After the long monologue about inspirations, we all introduced ourselves and I found out that the boy who was staring at me was Sam. A fifteen year old teenage boy who used to have a difficulty in breathing. Now he’s A-Okay. His speaking voice was dead sexy I almost exploded cum inside my briefs as he spoke.
After all the talking and sharing we’ve made, Sam walked to me and introduced himself again, “Hey, I’m Sam. Samuel, if you prefer calling me in a more legit manner.” He said in a deep tone. It almost made me laugh but I just tried not to.
“I’m Zack. Zachary, If you want it long.” I said.
He smiled a little. “So, what brings you here?”
“An annoying person asked me to.” I murmured.
“Oh. That’s cute.” He said. Smiling his cute smile at me made me weak on my knees.
“You should see him.” I said.
“Sometimes. Okay,” He said. “I must say. You are adorable.”
I stared at him for what seems like a minute, his smooth forehead, button nose, lips that looks so amazing.
“Really?” My boner was throbbing so badly I accidentally grabbed it.
“Whoa. Ha Ha!” He exclaimed with a knack.
I went bright red and stammered out an apology for my sudden movements.
He suddenly led me outside to the parking lot and we spotted this two couples making out. The girl pinned against the wall of the church, kissing the boy rather aggressively. They were close enough to me that I could hear weird noises of their mouths together. Then this boy, I realized was the boy I was sitting next to earlier, he then started grabbing the girl’s boobs and massaging it in a circular manner. My cock was so hard that I couldn’t help but to hold it tightly. Sam, who was next to me, nudged my arm and told me to calm down.
“What are they doing?” I asked while adjusting my shorts.
“That’s why I brought you here. But this isn’t really the reason; you want to go to my house?” He said without taking his looks off my shorts.
“Okay. Y-y-yeah?” I stammer. I got embarrassed by the sudden question but I managed to keep a cool fit. I looked at him from head to toe and I noticed a huge tent on his pants.
We walked a few blocks and after a 5 minute walk, Sam pointed a house in front of a pet shop. I followed him inside. And his dad greeted me. His mom and dad calls him Sammy. They were making food in the kitchen. I said hi to his mom and dad and they both greeted me in unison which looked a little funny if you have the humor to laugh at small things.
Sam led me to his room, which is down the basement. He closed the door and he searched his rack for a DVD and we watched a movie called “Jumper”.
After watching, we played cards on his bed and talked about life and almost everything possible.
“So, yeah. That’s what happened” He said.
“Well. I know. So. Anyway. Do you like someone? ”I asked
“Sort of. But it’s awkward.”
“How come?” I hesitated.
“It’s a boy I like.”
“Me?” I assumed. Although, a low possibility.
He didn’t answer. Instead, he stood up and leaned closer to me and started kissing me. I was in an Indian sitting position while he was on his fours with his head near my face, kissing me slowly on my lips. I couldn’t pull back because I was enjoying his soft lips on mine.
“Sam. Wait.” I mumbled while he makes out with me.
“Zack. Relax.” He said. As he grabbed my crotch, rubbing it slowly.
I moaned a little on the sudden contact of his hands on my rock hard boner and I lay down on my back as he rubbed it slowly. He went on top of me and we kissed each other passionately. He removed his shirt and I removed mine.
“I guess I’m the female here,” I said with a smile.
He removed my pants and rubbed my cock through my white briefs and sucked it through the material of my underwear. I let out a soft groan as he caressed my hot raging cock. He placed his finger inside the waistband and slowly pulls it down, revealing my 5’5 inch cock. It stood up proudly with a little pre-cum dripping from the tip of my boy boner. I started breathing hard as I kept my erection up for him to anticipate with.
He stroked me gently and I humped his hand instinctively while moaning a little bit louder. His hands felt good on my, his fingers wrapped around mine perfectly as he stroked it up and down slowly and sensually.
“Keep it down. My mom will hear us.” He whispered.
He removed my underwear and threw it somewhere. And then he sucked my stiff penis while rubbing my balls. I could feel my orgasm building up so I told him that I need a moment. And then, we switched position and I was the one on top of him, I removed his pants and rubbed his also rock hard penis through his briefs, it was so hard that it made me feel so horny and all. I couldn’t stop breathing so loud, the nervousness was killing me but I summoned all my strength to see my prize.
I pulled his underwear down and his hard boner sprung up instantly, I swear I heard a sound when it stood. It was 6 inches long and it was pinkish the bulb was bright red and it looked cute, his balls was perfectly toned that it made me want to bite it. I touched his bulb and made circular motions with my fingers on it. He inhaled sharply as I did it. I wrapped my fingers around it, feeling it. It felt great on my hands, it wasn’t warm, It was hot and throbbing, like it has a heart of its own.
I stroked him off and it made me so horny that I jacked off myself. I quickly caught up with the pace and stroked our cocks in unison. He was starting to moan louder, twitching and squinting with all the pleasure he’s receiving. His rock hard boyhood was releasing so much pre-cum that it became easier to stroke his cock.
“Oh. Yeah. Mmmh.” Sam moaned.
I took a closer look at his hard boyhood and it was the prettiest thing I’ve ever saw, it had no roots or flaws and it was smooth like mine, a small brown bush of hair where his 6 inch boyhood rested. I leaned closer and cupped his cock on my cheek and rubbed it lightly. He let out a sigh and he breathes deeply by my touch. It was so hot on my face, I kissed the tip. Then, I rubbed the part before the anus and his balls where. I gently pushed my finger on it and he groaned deeply. He was breathing unevenly now. I got back to his rock hard boner and rubbed it on my cheek. The rubbing and pressing I was doing was too much for him that he started erupting. He moaned and grabbed my hair and held onto it tightly as a violent wave of spasm rocked his fifteen year old body.
“Ohhhh. SHIT! O-ohh. A-aaahhh.” He moaned violently.
His boyhood shook a violently and shot jets and strings of cum on my face. I placed his penis inside my mouth and sucked all the remaining juice he was releasing. I felt a string shot on my tongue and sprays of hot liquid inside my mouth. He tasted superb.
I pulled his penis out my mouth as he was breathing loudly and still groaning from his wild orgasm.
“That was amazing. I almost died.” He said through his ragged breathing
“Yeah. That was really something.”
He pulled me closer and he rolled me over so that I will be the one under him. He started stroking my rock hard boner that was badly oozing with pre-cum. He licked the pre-cum off my cock and gave me the best blowjob a boy can give to another boy.
He sucked my cock and did it like a lollipop. My breathing was getting ragged as he does it for me; I was twitching with all the waves of pleasure electrifying my body. I started humping inside his mouth because I couldn’t take it anymore. He sucked me harder and harder and momentarily pulls it out to stroke my cock in a fast manner.
“Mhmm.” He answered.
After a few more strokes, I felt myself erupting and the staccato burst of pleasure that ran throughout my body was unbearable.
“OHH! SHHHHHHHITTT!!! UHHHH!! O-OHHH.”
I erupted; he sucked every single string I shot inside his mouth. My fourteen year old body couldn’t take the sudden explosion. I humped his face while I grabbed his bed sheets for control.
“O-oohh.. Dammit.” I groaned in surrender after the explosion.
Suddenly, there were two quick raps on the door. I was so exhausted that I couldn’t help but just lay there and wait for someone to see me in my absurd position. He quickly covered me with quilt and told me to pretend sleeping. Sam quickly dressed himself up and opened up the door. I peeked a little with one eyes closed just to see what’s the disturbance is all about.
“Mom?” Sam said as he answered the door.
“What’s happening?” Sam’s mom asked.
“N-nothing?” Sam replied.
Sam’s Mom looked around and inhaled the air. She rubbed her nose a little and turned back to Sam.
“What is all the noise and smell all about?” Sam’s mom asked.
Sam looked like he was going to get caught but he tried to keep a straight face. “Nothing. We didn’t hear any,” Sam said. “What did you hear Zack?”
I jolted from my lying position but I didn’t answer.
“See Mom? Zack’s sleeping and I really didn’t heard anything.”
Sam’s mom looked around again and stared at Sam’s bed where I was lying.
“Why is your friend sleeping?” She asked.
“Uhm. He’s narcoleptic.”
“OH. Okay. I’ll be heading out now.” She said in a confuse tone.
When Sam’s Mom got out and closed the door. I removed the quilt from my body because some of the cum was stinking to it.
“That was a great excuse.” I said.
“It’s nothing. I was so nervous.” He answered.
I dressed up and we both sat on the floor and watched the T.V., we looked at each other again, with naughty smiles on our faces.