Sam and Toby

Sam and Toby grew up together as neighbors. They met during the height of puberty: Sam was fourteen and Toby was fifteen. Toby, being of mixed race, had short black hair, caramel color skin and a man’s voice, thick pit hair and a small treasure trail starting. Sam, on the other hand, was almost the opposite. While taller than Toby’s five foot eleven inch frame, he still had the voice of a ten year old. You wouldn’t expect that by looking at him: tall, wide shouldered, big hands and wearing a size fifteen shoe already. While Sam, too, had pit hair and a beginning of his own treasure trail, they were sparse when compared to Toby’s. That said, Sam’s upper lip had thicker hair than Toby’s, though that was all; the rest of Sam’s face was covered in wispy, thin, white fuzz. Both young men had toned bodies, with the nod going to Toby and his four pack, compared to Sam’s flat, but ‘no pack’ stomach. But where Sam trumped Toby was his eyes. Even though he was part Italian – with brown hair so dark it was almost black – he had blue eyes. And not just ‘blue’, but mesmerizing blue – a blue you could see from ten or twenty feet away!

Toby was also more mature than Sam – likely due to the slight age difference. This caused him to be more outgoing than Sam, even though Sam had girls throwing themselves at him constantly – mostly due to those blue eyes of his. But Sam had no use for them. Someone else had caught his eye.

One hot summer weekend, both guys were at their complex’s pool. Sam was sitting in the lounge chair, drying off from his recent romp in the water. Toby walked in the pool area. He noticed Toby before, but this was the first time he’s seen him up close. He watched Toby walk around the pool by himself, drop off his stuff next to a chair, and take off his shirt. Sam had had many a wet dream as of late – he was at that age, after all. But he was still a virgin. And he was OK with that. That is, until he met Toby earlier this year. Something about that dimpled smile, that dark skin tone and his voice made Sam’s pants tight in the front every.

Single.

Time.

Today was no exception. Before he knew it, Toby was shirtless, and Sam was hard. In swim trunks. Fourteen year old brains don’t work like adult brains. And he didn’t think to hide his erection.

He watched Toby slide into the water and splash around. The water beaded on his dark skin – something Sam was jealous of. Even though he was Italian, he was part Irish. He may have inherited his dark hair from his Italian side, but his white and easily burnt, though hard to tan skin was from his Irish side. Oh, how he wished he was darker, he thought to himself.

Neither Sam nor Toby was fully grown, but Toby was a step ahead of Sam in that regard. And it made Sam a bit jealous. Not to mention Toby’s four pack stomach. Sam didn’t know why he liked Toby’s look so much. He just knew he did. And he enjoyed watching Toby in the pool, as his tightening swim trunks attested.

Toby stepped into the pool enclosure, noticing Sam in the chair. With his pale, bright skin, he was hard to miss. Toby laughed to himself thinking of the ‘Pale Boy’. He also nurtured the feeling he had deep inside of him. Something about that pale boy really intrigued him. The past few months, he’s noticed Sam out and about: walking the dog, walking to school, riding his bike. He could never take his eyes off of him.

As he walked to his chair, he could ‘feel’ Sam looking at him. He wondered if it was because he was ‘different’ than most other kids in the complex, or if This kid had the same, or similar, feelings about him. He dropped his stuff and turned around towards the pool, catching Sam staring at him. It made him feel good – something about being caught or almost being caught did things to him. He pulled off his shirt and tossed it on the chair. Toby really didn’t work out, per se. He just ran a lot before he moved here. He had girls all over him before he moved here – even a girlfriend to whom he lost his virginity too right before his family relocated.

Even though he told his friend sex with her was ‘awesome’, he didn’t care for it. And it was over almost as soon as it started. Something he was secretly thankful for. La’Shay was pretty, but she didn’t do anything for him. Sure, she got him hard and had sex with him, but air can make a fifteen year old hard so Toby knew that girls weren’t ‘for him’. He slid into the pool, the warm but still cooler than the air water caressed his body. He flipped and dove, making a scene for Sam as much as he could, as they were oddly the only two there at the time.

Toby heard a splash and turned to see Sam’s chair empty and a shape under the water. Seems Sam couldn’t stand the heat any longer and had joined Toby in the pool. They each kept their distance, circling each other like freshwater sharks, until Toby saw a floating ball in the corner of the pool. He swam to it, grabbed it, turned to Sam and said:

“Hey man. Want to toss the ball around?”

Sam’s heart raced. The cute boy was talking to him! Wait! What? Did I just call him cute, he thought?

“Sure” he replied, catching the expertly thrown football in his hand. He tossed it back to Toby a little too high. Toby stretched for it and snagged it out of the air with a “whoa!”. In that instance, Sam saw Toby thick, dark underarm hair. It took his breath away as the dozen or so hairs under his arm paled in comparison.

“Hey man I’m not as tall as you!” Toby said to Sam, laughing.

“Sorry.”

“No biggie” Toby said, tossing it back. “I’m Toby”

“Sam” he said, tossing it back to Toby. The boys continued to toss the ball back and forth as they talked.

“We just moved here.”

“OK. You like it?” Sam asked.

“It’s OK. How long have you been here?”

“A bit over a year.”

“My brother likes it. He likes all the trees” Toby replied. “You have any brothers?”

“Nope. Just me and my mom.”

“That’s cool. What’s there to do around here?”

“There’s some parks close” Sam replied. “I bike around some. Walk the dog. Play video games. Winters suck unless you like snow.”

“I’ve never seen snow. Not in person. We moved from Arizona.” Toby said, tossing the ball wide to Sam’s right. “Sorry!” He watched Sam jump up and over, his body from the waist up coming out of the water. Toby was fascinated by his pecs and tiny pink nipples. Unconsciously, he ran his hand over his own nipples, sending tingling waves through his body.

“It’s a’ight” Sam said, tossing the ball back. “How old’s your bother?”

“Ten.”

“You have to share a room?” Sam asked.

“Yeah.”

“Ugh. That sucks” Sam said, knowing how often he wakes up hard, wondering how Toby deals with that while sharing a room with a ten year old.

“It’s not that bad” Toby said with a smile. Sam noticed his dimple. “What do you play?”

“A couple online games with friends” Sam replied.

“That sounds cool. I’ve not played any online games like that before” Toby admitted.

“Well, you wanna come over sometime?” Sam asked, surprising himself with the offer. Not that he didn’t want Toby to come over, just surprised he asked it to someone he just really met.

“Yeah. That would be cool!”

“Cool. I didn’t know if you would be into them or not.”

“I’ll try anything once” Toby replied as he jumped to catch a throw but missed. He splashed his way to grab the floating ball.

“I should probably go. I don’t want to burn” Sam said. “But I’m over there – 7123 if you want to come over tonight.”

“Yeah, that would be cool. What time?” Toby asked as he watched Sam climb up the steps and out of the pool. He was taken aback by the dark hairs on Sam’s legs – something he hadn’t noticed before when they were dry. The dark hairs, while not thick, seemed to disappear up into the trunk of each leg of Sam’s trunks on his upper thigh. As Sam turned to walk to his chair, Toby saw a bulge in Sam’s shorts about the same time Sam realized it himself. Sam tried to adjust his trunks, but only made it more visible, although Sam didn’t realize it. Toby was shocked at the size of it. It would be a few years before Toby would realize it, but he had absolutely nothing to be ashamed about below the waist. But Sam’s seemed, at least now, to be bigger than Toby’s. Even in the cooler water, Toby instantly got hard.

“Cool man. I’ll see you tonight!” Toby called out.

“Cool. See ya’!” Sam said as he waved and walked out.

Sam stepped inside his place.

“Mom?” he called out. He didn’t see her car but just wanted to make sure before he stripped out of his trunks and walked through the townhome naked. The AC’s air couldn’t quench his growing member as he mentally replayed Toby in the pool. He walked into the bathroom and started the shower.

Sam hated the smell he had on him after the pool. The first thing he always did when he got home from the pool was to shower. He lathered up his hair - he needed a hair cut soon, he though.
As he lathered himself up, he found himself spending a lot of time cleaning his dick. He looked down, seeing his long and thick, soap covered member, its flared head suspiciously devoid of soap. He rubbed soap on it. A tingling sensation flooded his body, causing him to shiver. He did it again. And again. And again. Each time a tsunami of bliss ran to his spine and up to his brain. Why hadn’t he thought of this sooner, he thought? He wrapped his hand around his dick, and slowly pulled back to his wet, pubescent bush, then pushing back out, allowing his massively flared head to catch his fist. He’d watched some porn on his phone late at night in the past few weeks, as his curiosity over Toby grew. He’d watched guys jerk off and fuck other guys and girls. But he never had a chance to touch himself before he slowly spewed his boy spunk from his partially hard dick in a weirdly slow orgasm, as he was hyper excited. This time, he was mentally in control.

Slowly he jerked himself, amazed at how much larger his dick grew, particularly fascinated with its head. He watched as the spongy head visibly grew with each stroke. For a few seconds, he forgot about Toby and was focused on the third leg growing in his hand. Soon enough, he sped up, his eyes automatically closing.

In the darkness of his fantasy, there stood Toby. His ebony body seemed to shine by itself. He noticed Toby’s dark eyes, his thick neck, and shoulders at the end of readily apparent shoulder bones. His eyes seemed to flow down to Toby’s nipples: big, brown and erect. In his fantasy, he bent down and kissed them as Toby grabbed the back of his head, hard.

His fist increased its pace, as did his pumping heart which he could hear in his ears, drowning out the shower.

Next, he moved his face down Toby’s body, counting each of Toby’s ab muscles until he found a trail of hair. As he lowed his head, wanting to see what he found next, he saw stars and realized he’d stopped breathing. His eyes immediately flashed open as his normally tall stature was bent over, fist pumping away, hot water shooting on his back. He felt a tightening in his abdomen, a squeezing in his balls. He looked down, still not breathing, to see a giant gush of white liquid shoot across the shower stall and splatter on the tile. Then another. And another. And another. He lost track of this visually as his eyes rolled back into his head as his fist pumped furiously. He could feel the convulsing of his body as it squeezed out more and more man juice.

Before he passed out (a rather embarrassing way for his mom to find him in the shower as she’d arrived home a few minutes earlier), he inhaled, filling his lungs with much needed air. His head spinning and legs weak, his body was finally getting the oxygen it needed as he audibly half groaned, and half screamed. At the same time, he looked down, his abused, yet still potent and large dick, proudly swollen, happy it did its biological duty in delivery a massive amount of sperm from his single eye. Unfortunately, the sperm was plastered on the shower tiles, where it could do nothing to further the species.

He heard a knock on the bathroom door.

“Son! You OK?” he heard his mom yell.

“Yeah, mom” he choaked out. “I… dropped the shampoo bottle on my foot!” He was proud of his improvised lie, but prouder of the mess he left on the tiles.

“OK” his mom said.

Sam reached out a felt the warm, slick but very thick mess he made on the tile, right hand still grasping his dick. It hung there, thick and defiant of gravity. He’d had wet dreams in the past, and a couple orgasms while watching porn, but both of those instances were out of his direct control. This one was different. He could control it; the feeling while he envisioned a fantasy. He let go of his dick and, while smaller, was still rather prevalent. Too  to hang down directly, it, like his sperm on the wall, gave the middle finger to gravity. He focused his eyes from his dick to his stomach, noticing more hair on it now than before. Sam realized that, from this point on, his life would be different: he’s gay.

Toby convinced his mom to let him go to Sam’s tonight. Being relatively new to the area, she was reluctant, but she knew, based on the hair growing on Toby’s chin and sides of his face, he was growing up. And she was glad he was making friends at a new place. She relented, much to Toby’s delight. “Just make sure you behave yourself over there!” she insisted as she closed the door behind her.

“Yes mom I will” Toby said, annoyed, having never given her a reason not to trust him. Then he remembered La’Shay and that night when her parents weren’t home. But this is different – Sam’s a dude, he told himself as he closed his bedroom door. A dude, he thought as he looked down at as his somewhat hairy belly and noticed he was hard again. Seemed every time he mentioned Sam, or thought about him, his dick grew. It grew much quicker and without being touched than it did that night with La’Shay.

He pulled off his trunks, grabbed some shorts and turned towards the shower. Then he saw the sock under his bed. He looked at his phone: 5:35PM. It would be 10-15 minutes before his mom returned with his brother’s scout meeting. More than enough time.

He plopped down on his bed and grabbed his sock. Toby was no novice at jacking off. He’d been doing it for a good three or four years now, when he brother was asleep. He laid the crusty sock next to him as he rubbed his hairy balls, running his hand up his curved hard on, twirling around the head, then up his hairy stomach, counting his abs along the way. He’d noticed the last few weeks he’d grown more hair up from his belly button towards his chest. He even notice a few hairs around his nipples. The belly hair was soft and down-like, but it was there – he could feel it! He enjoyed the hair growing on his body. He’d noticed a lot of guys with his skin color are relatively smooth; he liked being a bit different. Though he’d like to have eyes like Sam. Sam’s eyes….

Before he knew it, Toby’s dark brown eyes were closed, his hand around the somewhat hairy base of his cock, while he thought of Sam. His pale skin, those little pink nipples, that hairy, caterpillar upper lip of his… Toby had never jerked off thinking about another guy before. Sure, he jerked it watching a guy fuck a girl. But he always told himself if was the girl that he wanted to see. Even though more mature, mentally, than Sam, his brain easily lied to itself. Deep down, he knew he liked seeing those dicks inside those girls. That’s why he never hot hard watching girls alone or girls on girls; there always had to be a guy involved.

Mature or not, his brain did know what felt good and before he knew it, his hand had his dick in its grip and was furiously jacking it. While Sam was slow and purposeful with his jerking, Toby was like a maniac. His hand smacked his groin hard and fast – it’s a wonder he didn’t bruise himself. His body arched, his legs flexed and his toes curled. Experience told him he needed to grab that sock now! He slowed his hand, opened his eyes, found the sock and placed in on his chest. As his body twisted and writhed, he looked down at his own one eyed monster; it’s head pointed and pinker than its shaft. It’s hole opened and a single white drop oozed out, dripping onto the fuzz above his belly button. “Shit” he thought – he had the sock too high. He squeezed his dick at the base, trying to keep the cum down as he pulled the sock down lower. He felt his heart pounded in his neck as he released his grip and pulled his hand up, thumb under the top of the head of his arched dick as a single shot of white liquid shot out and hit him in the face. He jumped, surprised as that had never happened before. He exhaled and he pushed his hand down, causing his dick to point more towards the ceiling. Another jet of white cream shot out, arched high into the air, and landed on his cheek. “What the fuc…” he started to think to himself. Before he could finish that mental sentence, a torrent of juice started flying out of him.

“MMMM Goddddd!!” he cried as he threw his head back, stuck in the ecstasy of what was rushing over his now shaking body. He couldn’t move as his young man body released years of pent up energy in the form of semen. Semen flying everywhere. Thank god his brother wasn’t in the room, as Toby’s moaning and thrashing would surely have woken him from a dead sleep. Hell, thank god no one was home! In what seemed like four solid minutes, his body blew out its gay frustration into the air and onto his face and chest.

As sensibility and reality sank back into him, he was able to relax his body from the contorted pretzel it became during his orgasm. Like fighting rigor mortis, Toby forced his body back into its normal form. Still with his eyes closed, he became acutely aware of the warm sensations running down his cheeks, nose and forehead, as well as the cooling pools on his chest; his chest steeply rising and falling as his breathing returned to normal. He opened his eyes, the flashes of light he saw behind his eyelids a few moments ago seemingly singed into his eyeballs. As his eyes focused, he first saw his dick in his hand, its normally pink head now white with dripping cum. His eyes centered on his body. What was normally a beautiful brown chest, was now almost totally white. He could almost feel billions upon billions of sperm swimming on his chest, tails beating furiously.
As his tilted his head down, his chin squished into a pool of semen that had ran down his chest onto his neck. He thought he’d be grossed out by it, but he wasn’t. He kind of enjoyed it. It was like liquid manhood. He ran his free hand over the pools of thin but excessive ejaculate on his chest, smearing it around his nipple, the warm liquid feeling sensational on his sensitive nipple. No, the sock was too low, he thought to himself, causing him to laugh before he dropped his head back on the pillow, his body relaxing in the post-orgasm bliss that he always enjoyed. He tapped his phone, leaving a cum print on the screen: 5:56PM.

“Shit” he said out loud. He knew his brother could pop in the door any minute. In the state he was in the past few minutes, someone could have set off a firecracker next to him and he wouldn’t have heard it! He sprang up and jumped a few steps to the bathroom, kicking in his shorts he picked up earlier into the bathroom. He flipped on the light and turned towards the mirror. He gazed at himself in the mirror. How did all of this come out of me, he thought? Where did it come from? And why so much? What was different about this time than any other ti… ?
Sam. 

That’s what was different. He was thinking about Sam. Not the guy in the porno. And certainly not the girl. But Sam. He sighed as he looked at his reflection in the eyes. It was at that moment Toby knew: he was gay.