13 year old Sam comes by to play Xbox and far more than that happens.


	I answered the door, a hell of a lot earlier than I wanted to, only to find Sam standing there waiting for me. 
	“Hey,” he said. “What’s up?”
	I sighed and said, “Unfortunately, me.”
	I hadn’t wanted to be mean but I was tired from the party last night and the last thing I wanted was my shadow showing up and beating on my door.  
	I’d met Sam a couple of years ago and he’d started hanging out with me even though there was a 11 year age gap between us.  I’d felt bad for him since he was small for his age and he got picked on a lot so I’d started letting him come over and watch movies or play Xbox. Now, two years later at 13, he was my shadow, trying to spend every minute of every day with me. It could be a little annoying at times.
	Like now.
	“So how was the party last night?” He asked, not even knowing I was irritated at him.
	I shrugged and said, “It was cool.”
	“Cool,” he said.  “Wanna play Madden?”
	I felt my shoulders slump. It was way too early me to be alone, let alone be playing football on Xbox.
	“Sam, I’m beat, man.  Maybe later, okay?”
	“Okay,” He said, the happy grin on his face falling off and shattering on the ground.  His shoulders hunched and his head bent down, he turned to leave. Seeing him like that made me feel like I’d kicked a puppy.
	Dammit.
	“Hey, why don’t you come in and get the game ready and I’ll take a quick shower and we can play?” I asked.
	He turned around, a huge grin lighting up his face, and asked, “Really?”
	“Really,” I said, knowing I’d lost my entire day off to Xbox and Sam.
	He came in and headed right for the entertainment center.  While he got the game ready I started the coffee and took a quick shower.
	Showered, dressed and ready for some strong coffee I made my way back into the kitchen. I got my coffee and went into the front room.  
	Sam was playing a quick game against the computer and I said, “No fair. You’re practicing.”
	He laughed and said, “You’re gonna lose no matter what so you don’t have to worry.”
	“Oh really?” I asked, sitting down beside him on the floor.
	“Yup,” he said.
	I let him play against the computer for another minute and, just when he was going to bust a move with his running back, I elbowed him and made him drop the controller.
	His guy, who had a good chance at getting to the end zone, got nailed and went down.
	“Oops,” I said.
	“Jerk!” He yelled, elbowing me.
	I laughed and said, “Okay, no more computer crap. It’s time for a real opponent to kick your ass.”
	“There’s a real opponent here? Where?” He asked.
	I ignored him and we started a game against each other.  I started off good until he knocked the controller out of my hand and sacked my quarterback.  In retaliation, I bumped him and made his miss a long bomb that would have burned me deep.
	By halftime, we gave up all pretense of playing fair.  I was going down field fast when Sam dropped his controller and threw himself at me.  We both laughed and fought over the controller but I managed to get it away in time to score.
	The second half started with more wrestling than football. I was again going down the field when Sam threw himself at me.  As we wrestled for the controller, I felt his hand brush across the front of my shorts.  It was brief and light and must have just been an accident so I ignored it.
	He let one play go by before diving at me again. His hand brushed my crotch again as we wrestled and I felt myself start to harden.
	After we broke apart I told him to pause the game so I could get more coffee.  With that pretense, I went in the kitchen.  He sat, waiting for me, while I looked at him from the kitchen.
	His dark hair was a little long and ragged, falling down into his eyes.  He had a very feminine face, with high cheekbones and small lips. Small lips that looked very soft.
	I poured my coffee and tried my best to get those thoughts right out of my head.  He was 13 and I was 24.  Plus he was a boy! I was straight enough to admit I’d noticed some cute guys in my time, but this was very different.
	My cock, of course, having a mind of its own had gotten very hard and I had to adjust it behind the counter where I stood before I went back out to the front room.
	“Bout time!” Sam said as I sat down next to him.
	“I’m just enjoying your misery since you’re losing. Again,” I said.
	“We’ll see,” he replied.
	We started the game back up and within a play he was on me again.  I felt his hand brushing my hard cock and, not thinking, my and slid across the crotch of his shorts.  Under the fabric I could feel his raging hard on.
	We broke apart and went back to the game, both of us talking trash and neither mentioning what was really happening.
	Another play and he was on me.  This time his hand lingered on the shaft of my cock before he pulled it away.  Part of me didn’t want it go and that part was getting louder in what it wanted.
	The very next play, I tackled him and my hand rested on his hard cock.  I gave it a slight squeeze before breaking away.  I just couldn’t stop and I was wanting more and more all the time.
	I set my controller down and, with a very shaky hand, I picked up my coffee. Sam, taking advantage, snapped the ball and tried to get a play off.  I grabbed at him and he slapped at my hand and accidently hit my coffee mug.  Warm coffee splashed all over my shirt and I yelped, expecting it to be hotter.
	Thinking he’d hurt me, Sam jumped up and said, “Oh God, Jack, I’m so sorry. Are you okay? I’m sorry, please don’t be mad!”
	I laughed and said, “It’s okay, Sam. It just surprised me is all. It wasn’t hot any more.”
	Tears welled in his eyes and Sam said, “Yeah, but I got it all over your shirt. I’m so sorry.”
	“Sam, stop,” I chuckled. “It’s no big deal, the shirt’s just wet and that’s easy to fix.”
	I pulled my shirt off and tossed it out towards the kitchen.
	“See?” I asked. “All better.”
	His eyes lingered on my chest for a moment before he sat back down next to me.  
	Before he could pick up his controller, I said, “Now just wait until I go get some water out of the fridge and dump it on your shirt. Then you’ll have to walk around with a wet shirt all day!”
	He looked at me, his tears gone and a smile making its way onto his face.  “I could always take my shirt off before you got me so that’s not much of a threat.”
	I laughed and said, “Let’s find out.”
	I started to get up and he yanked his short over his head and dropped it on the floor.  His chest was very pale and there wasn’t a sign of hair anywhere on it.  I could see his ribs under his skin, he was a little skinny but that was normal for a boy his age.  What really caught my attention were his nipples. He had very pink and slightly puffy nipples.  They almost looked like nipples on a young girl and not a boy.
	Not seeing my attention, he sat back down and picked up the controller.  We played another play before he launched himself at me.  My hands slid across his smooth chest as we wrestled. My hand brushed the hard lump in his shorts and lingered far longer than before.
	When we broke apart we were both flushed and breathing heavy.  It took us both a minute to recover before, not even bothering with the game any more, Sam jumped back at me.
	His hand slid onto my cock as we wrestled. He gripped the shaft and slid his hand down the length of it. While he rubbed my cock, I rubbed at his young, hard cock.  
	There was no mistaking what we were doing for an accident any more. We’d crossed a line and there was no going back from it.
	When we pulled apart neither of us reached for the game controllers.  We just sat a little apart, a heavy silence resting between us.
	I reached over to him and put my hand on his chest.  I could feel his heart racing wildly at my touch.  I slid my hand down to his stomach and stopped with my fingers resting at the top of his shorts.
	He looked up at me and our eyes met. I knew what I wanted but I had to be sure he wanted it too.  He put his hand on mine and urged my hand lower.
	With that reassurance, I slid my hand down onto the hard bulge in his shorts.  As my hand grazed his cock he le out a low moan.  I gripped his cock through the fabric of his shorts and slowly stroked up and down.  He leaned his head back and let out a low moan of pleasure.  
	I stopped stroking and let him go.  His head whipped up and he met my eyes.
	“It would feel better without your clothes,” I said quietly.
	He stared at me for a moment before grabbing the waistband of his shorts and yanking them off.  He pulled off both his shorts and underwear in one quick move, leaving him naked before me.
	I stared down at his cock.  He had a few pubic hairs along his balls but, other than that, his skin was smooth and perfect.
	I reached out and took his cock in my hand, feeling the heat of his skin, hearing him gasp at my touch.  I rubbed up and down his shaft, feeling him quiver under my touch.  I rubbed my thumb against the head of his cock and listened as he moaned louder.
	It didn’t take long before his body shuddered and he came for me.  His cock throbbed and cum shot out onto his stomach and across my hand.  He grabbed my hand and urged me to keep stroking as his orgasm ripped through him.
	When he was finally spent, he collapsed back and laid there, his eyes closed as he panted and tried to catch his breath.
	After a few minutes he sat up and looked at me.  I wasn’t sure what to say or do so I waited for him to take the lead.  He leaned towards me and put his hand on my chest, just as I had with him.  He slid his hand through my mat of chest hair and down onto my stomach.  When his hand reached my shorts, he stopped and looked up at me.  I smiled and nodded.
	He slid his hand down onto my hard cock.  He rubbed up and down the front of my shorts, feeling the length of my shaft.
	He stopped and said, “I heard this feels better without clothes.”
	I smiled at him and said, “You’re very right about that.”
	I slid my shorts and boxers off in one quick move.  He looked down at my hard cock, his eyes wide.
	“You’re really big,” he said.
	“Don’t worry. I won’t hurt you,” I said with a chuckle.
	He smiled and leaned back towards me.  He took my cock in his small hand and slid down the shaft.  He stroked me up and down and I felt like my body was on fire. His touch ignited every nerve and sent it into overdrive.
	It didn’t take long before my own orgasm tore through me.  I cried out and told him not to stop as my cock pulsed.  Cum shot out and splattered on my stomach, the floor and Sam’s hand. 
	When the orgasm released me, I laid back and looked at Sam.  He sat, his eyes wide, looking at me.
	“What’s wrong?” I asked.
	“Nothing,” he said. “That was just really cool.”
	I laughed and said, “Hell yeah it was.”
	He looked at my cock and then my face and, a few times, he started to say something but stopped.
	“Sam, if you have something to say, say it,” I finally said to him.
	He blushed and asked, “Do you know what cum tastes like?”
	I shook my head.  “I’ve never done anything like this with a guy.”
	He licked his lips, hesitated and the finally asked, “Can I taste yours?”
	I smiled and said, “Sam, you can do anything you want with me.”
	He gave me a quick smile before leaning his face down my cock. When his lips were less than an inch from it, he stuck his tongue out and licked a drop of cum off of the head of my cock.
	I gasped and my cock jumped against his tongue.  He leaned back, tasting my cum before he swallowed it.
	“Well?” I asked.
	“It’s salty but I couldn’t get too much of a taste of it,” he said.
	“Would you want to taste more of it?” I asked, my heart skipping in my chest.
	“Yes,” he whispered.
	“We could finish our game and then do some other stuff. If you want,” I said, hoping for him to say yes.
	I was rewarded with a huge grin and a day of a lifetime. 
