Sam and Toby

Toby dropped down in his chair at his desk. It’s been a long day. He was tired. But it felt good, at the same time. Lisa wasn’t happy when he broke up with her. Unhappy was an understatement. But Toby didn’t care. He smiled; he was free. But now what? Should he and Sam date? Maybe that’s jumping the shark. Maybe they should go on one date? Would them dating ruin their friendship? Or was their friendship more than just a friendship? And what happens if they break up? Will they remain friends? That’s not happening with Lisa. Toby worried. He was always over thinking things. He closed his eyes, leaning back in his chair. One thing at a time, he thought; don’t over think it.

Toby sat up, feeling a familiar tightening in his pants. He rubbed his enlarged member, recalling the kiss with Sam. His stubble, his eyes, the taste of his mouth. He checked the time. Almost eight. Where was Taylor, he wondered? Would he have time? Toby hated jerking it in the shower – he much preferred on his back on the bed, where he could relax and enjoy himself. Would he have time? He picked up the phone to fire off a text to his brother and mom. He noticed one already in his IN box from his mom. She picked up another shift tonight, having taken off for his birthday party. He texted his brother: WHERE R U? Normally Taylor would need a ride home from either him or their mom. But sometimes, he rode his bike home, or walked if he was close. 

While he waited for a response, he slid his hand up his shirt, feeling his belly hair following the trail. Hmmm, he thought; seems the trail’s bigger this time. His hand passed his ribcage and continued up to his breastbone before the hair stopped. Then it started again, this time coarser and longer, on his lower pecs. Sparse – a few hairs here and there. But there wasn’t any there before. Between dealing with Lisa and sharing a room with Taylor, he hadn’t had much ‘time to himself’, to allow him to explore his body like he liked to do. Now, with Lisa gone, his mom at work, and Taylor… well who knows where… he had some time. 

He liked feeling the hair on his chest, even if it wasn’t plentiful. Toby stood up, pulled off his shirt and walked into the bathroom. Flipping on the light, he stood in front of the mirror. “Siri, play CD105.7” he said. His phone started playing music as he turned back to the mirror. He ran both hands over his chest, detecting more and more hair. He squinted in the mirror to focus in on them. There they are, he thought. They were faint, and scarce, but the were there. He could feel them before he could see them. 

He leaned back, looking at his stomach. He flexed, his abs popping out nicely. He swiped at the thick hair around his navel, admiring how it seemed to grow upward, in the middle of his abs. He leaned in towards the mirror, turned his head, and ran his hand along his jawline. He could feel some fuzziness, but nothing like Sam’s stubble. He flexed his arms in the mirror, his biceps growing nicely. Not bad, he thought. His eyes focuses on his dark pits. He’s had underarm hair for a few years now, but never noticed it like this before. The hair there was very thick and black. Stepping back a step, he pulled his pants down as far as he could while still buttoned. The waist of his bower briefs became more visible as both they and his jeans pulled down, stopping on his hips. Toby showers daily – sometimes twice a day. But he’s never noticed how sexy he looks, shirtless, with his pants pulled down. Yeah, it was kind of thuggish of a look, but overall, he thought he looked good. He could see why Sam was into him.

His phone buzzed. He stepped over to it and checked it. The message from Taylor read: AT GREGS – B HOME LATE. This meant Toby had the place to himself. Confidently, he dropped on the bed, rose up, unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them off, tossing them to the floor. Looking down at the mountain in his boxers, his smile left his face. It was all business from this point forward.

His boxers hit the floor next to his jeans. Toby had jacked off thinking of Sam many times in the past, but it wasn’t until recently that he had a tactile memory to assist. He pinched his nipple, waves of excitement rolled through his body as he ran his finger around the edge, lightly pulling the long hairs that lived there. He placed his other hand behind his head, then rubbed his pits. Toby loved body hair, be it on him or someone else. It felt so… manly… to him. Feeling his own made he feel like a man. He assumed feeling someone else’s body hair would do the same, but he’s yet to do so.

Moving his hand from his pit to his other nipple, he treated it to the same care he showed its neighbor before he ran his hand down his stomach. He curled his neck down so he could see where his hand was going. His dick, hard and bouncing with each heartbeat, sprouted up from his bush and laid on his left thigh, its pointed head lighter in color than the shaft. He wondered why that was. And he wondered if Sam’s was the same. He grabbed the base of his cock and pointed it up towards the ceiling. He watched it as it grew a bit more with his touch. 

While no rookie at jacking, he never spent a lot of time looking at his dick. But tonight, it fascinated him. He studied the shape of its head, every vein, the scars from his circumcision and the texture of its head. He ran a finger over the sandpaper looking head. Shockwaves moved over his body. It both hurt and felt good. Toby lightly squeezed the base, only to see a clear liquid materialized on the tip, then slowly form a drop and hang, like in suspended animation. He had a desire he’s never had before: he wanted to taste it.

Taking his head from behind his head, the touched the pure looking liquid. He was surprised by this, as he normally jacks off eyes closed. Up until now, he was clueless what it all looked like during the process. Slowly, he moved the cum covered finger to his mouth. He hesitated, anxious and apprehensive over its taste. He brought it closer to his face, scrutinizing his wet finger. Fuck it, he thought. He stuck out his tongue and wiped his finger on the tip. He pulled his tongue back in his mouth and rolled it around. It was salty, with a bit of sweetness. He wasn’t sure if he liked it or not.

He moved that hand down to his balls, feeling them, hairy and hanging down almost to the mattress. Having not played any sports (he was afraid he’d get hard in the locker room and shower) he’s only seen another man’s dick and balls in porn. And the porn he watched was focused more on the woman, as he only watched ‘straight’ porn, in an effort to try to replace his desire of men with women. He thought of Sam and his balls. Sam was hairier than himself. He wondered how hairy Sam’s balls were. 

As if having a mind of its own, his hand had already started slowly stroking his pleading dick without him even realizing it. It felt good. No, amazing. But even more so when he rubbed his nuts. The hair from his crotch, the heaviness of his nuts, the heat produced there against his hands, it was amazing.

He dropped his head, closed his eyes, and thought of the kiss. The heat, the taste, Sam’s soft lips, the feeling of Sam’s mouth against his…Toby’s jerking speed picked up as did his beating heart. He thought of the heat from Sam’s body when they embraced. Toby could feel Sam’s back muscles under his shirt as they stood there together. Toby’s body started to curl in on itself; his breathing picked up; he squeezed his dick, milking that tasty liquid from its hole. He encircled the delicate head with his natural lube, then down its flared edges and part way down its shaft.

Beads of sweat formed on his temple as he feverously jerked his dick, like he always does. Or did, as he hadn’t had much time to himself. One hand squeezed his cock while the other hand squeezed his balls, pulling them down as they’ve recently pulled up to the base of his dick. He angled his left leg back, running his long fingers along his hairy taint. He envisioned Sam’s dick pushing into his puckered, virgin hole as his finger found said hole. This surprises him as To y’all never thought that far ahead in regards to Sam. His hole pushed back against his finger as he tried to push it in. He needed some lube.

Realizing he produces his own lube, he squeezed his dick, milking out another heavy drop, rolled it around his finger, and returned to his hole. Pushing through the hair, he found his exit, ran his lubed finger around it entrance, took a breath, and pushed it in. 

Easier than he expected, the first digit slipped in. Toby gasped as his eye popped opened. But he didn’t stop. He re-focused his intent and pushed harder. His finger disappeared deeper inside himself. He felt the hot, tight, fleshy internals against his finger. He paused, taking the time to relish the hot, silkiness of his insides. More and more liquid flowed from his dick like a free flowing faucet, pooling on his stomach hair, running down into his navel. 

He stopped breathing as he bottomed out, knuckle deep, in his own ass. He twirled his finger around inside, feeling all the texture as his other hand sped up on his dick. He felt his balls pull back up against the base of his cock. Mouth agape, he looked at his reddish cock head. It seemed to be begging for relief as his hand abuse the shaft below it. He felt his hole clamp down on his finger hard – it almost hurt – as he watched thick, white juice erupted from his dick, hitting him in the face. He let out a massive groan crossed with a growl as he felt another volley of Toby spackle hit him in the face. He jerked his body from a curled position to a flat position, inadvertently pulling out his fuck finger, his head against the mattress as more and more cum shot out onto his chest. His names free hand contorted as his body convulsed, twisted, and jerked like a fish out of water as his orgasm finished.

He laid there, breathing heavily, his throat dry and sore from the growl or groan or whatever it was he did. He felt his semen running down his cheek. I wonder how this taste, he thought. He released his tortured cock – it bounced as blood flowed in and out of it finally – and moved his hand to his mouth. Without opening his eyes, he stuck out his tongue and cleaned his hand, like a mother dog cleaning her newborn puppies. It tasted much like it did earlier, but a bit thicker and sweater this time. His hand, now cleaned, dropped to the side of him as his breathing started to return to normal. 

He opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling. His temples throbbed as his heart pushed more oxygenated blood through his body, making up for lost time. Looking down at his naked body, his saw his flexed toes at the end of his hairy legs behind his big, curved, brown dick, which was still hard and ready.

Toby rolled off the side of the bed and tried to stand up. His legs buckled and he dropped back to the mattress. He tried again, successfully. He walked on shaking legs to the bathroom, opened the shower door and turned on the water. He wanted to lay on his bed covered in cum longer, but he knew, in the thirty or so minutes he’d been ‘entertaining himself’, Taylor could be on the way home.

Once the water temperature was to his liking, he stepped in, back to the water. He tilted his head back, letting water run over his head. Using both hands, he smeared his ball juice over his entire body, enjoying the warm, thick liquid. Never would he think he’d be into cum, but he sure enjoyed it. Reluctantly, he turned to the water, letting it rinse his liquefied manhood off. He watched as the thick, white fluid sloshed off his body, mixed with the water, and down the drain. He grabbed the soap, and lathered up, fulling cleaning himself.

After drying off, he slid under the sheets of his bed, closed his eyes and smiled. He was naked under the covers. His body felt overly sensitive, every thread of the sheets tingling against his body. It was odd, but nice at the same time. Soon he drifted off to sleep, unhindered by the lie he was living with Lisa.