A million things were running through Sam's mind as he stood their in the elevator, nervously playing with his shoulder-length brown locks. Would he like me? Would the apartment be a mess? Was he more handsome than me? These and other thoughts continuously pounded his head as he was only 2 floors from moving in with his new roommate. He was, for some reason, nervous and scared about this guy, whose name was Kier. He straightened his black short and black jacket--he had just gotten off from school and hoped he didn't look too juvenile. The elevator stopped, and the doors opened. Sam walked slowly to apartment #207.
Knocking on the door quietly, he heard a sweet voice from inside call, "Just a minute!". He fixed his clothing again, and waited. A brawn guy pulled the door open. Sam looked him over--he wasn't any older than him, about 18 or so, he was wearing a tight white t-shirt--with full, firm chest pushing against the fabric, and tight faded blue jeans. With one quick glance at his own chest--which wasn't too bad--he smiled.
"Hi, you must be Kier...I'm Sam." He extended his hand.
Grasping his hand, he replied, "It is so nice to finally meet you! Let me show you around!" Sam liked this girl. Nice, friendly, and just as handsome as him. He stepped inside.
The apartment was well furnished, with nice leather chairs, and a long couch. There was a joining kitchen, and a bathroom and bedroom with two single beds. Sam placed the bag with his belongings on one of the beds, and sat down on it.
"So, what do you think?" Kier asked him, impatiently.
"It's wonderful," he replied, "I love it." Sam slipped his shoes off and swung his legs onto his bed, staring at the ceiling. Kier took this chance to look over Sam. He hadn't told his new roommate that he was a teen gay. Hopefully, as Kier looked over his well-shaped body, he could tell him. He wouldn't deny that he was attracted to Sam. He began to slowly undress him in his mind...
Sam ducked into his sleek black Saturn. He had to work tonight because he has a part-time job; Kier had told him that afterwards the two of them could go see a movie or something, to get to know each other better. I hope I can tell that I am a teen gay, he thought to himself as he turned down the street to his work place. It'd be a lot easier that way, I just hope he doesn't feel weird about it or anything--he seems really cool.
Kier hurriedly scooped his school books out of the backseat of his car, and walked quickly to the elevator, he was going to tell Sam tonight, to get it out in the open. He wasn't sure if he'd tell him that he was attracted to him, that definitely depended on his reaction to his bisexuality. Once out of the elevator, he entered his apartment, and started to get ready--Sam would be home from work in only a half an hour.
He went into the bedroom and pulled his t-shirt over his head. He slipped out of his khaki pants, sliding them over his brief, and tossed them into the closet. He stood in front of the full-length mirror, in his cotton underwear. He looked at himself, wondering what to wear for Sam. He pulled the pair of his favorite leather pants out of his closet, and pulled them up over his brief--fitting snugly around his cute, round ass. He took his black, fuzzy sweater off of a rack and pulled it over his chest, it stopped at the top of his belly-button. He looked once more in the mirror, straightened his clothing, and nodded confidently. He walked back out to the living room and pulled on of his bare feet onto the table, and started to clean his nail as he heard a key enter the door.
Kier watched as the door swung open and Sam walked in. He smiled happily to him, as Sam slipped out of his black jacket and slung it over a chair. He started to finger the top button of his white polo.
"Hey Kier...how are you doing?" Sam asked as he sat down on the arm of the chair, next to him.
"Um..great," he stopped for a moment, gently biting his lower lip, "I have something to tell you, Sam."
"And what's that?" Sam inched his face closer to Kier's.
"Well...I don't know how to exactly tell you this. But...” He words were hushed by Sam's soft lips, pushing them against his. Sam slid further into the chair, and opened his mouth. Kier followed, and soon their tongues were entwined, each taking turns exploring the other's mouth. Sam swung a leg over Kier, straddling him. He rubbed the sides of his bare stomach, below the sweater. Still kissing him deeply, Kier gently placed his hands on Sam's firm ass, feeling it softly through his pants.
They both knew neither had to say anything. This is what they both wanted. Sam now began running his soft tongue along Kier's neck, below his ear and then against his tongue. He started to unbutton his own polo, and Kier helped him. Sam pulled the polo off of his shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. Kier gingerly placed his hands underneath Sam's chest. He gently pushed up, massaging his firm chest. Sam moaned softly as his nipples started to become erect. Kier softly kissed the tops of his chest, letting his tongue slip between them.
Sam hooked his fingers underneath Kier's sweater. Kier pulled his hands down and placed them on top of his. Together, they pulled the sweater over Kier's head, his tight chest bounced slightly as it was freed. Sam thought he would have an orgasm right then--seeing Kier just half-naked had been his fantasy, even though they had met only a day ago. He started to kiss his chest, teasing Kier's firm nipple. It was now Kier who let out a short gasp of pleasure.
Kier couldn't wait any longer; he ran his hands up Sam's back, looking for the hold of his nipples. When he found it, he slowly caress it with his thumb. Kier then put his hands on the sides of his chest. Kier began to suck his nipples gently, letting his tongue roll around them. As Kier was pleasuring him, Sam caresses Kier’s nipples. Now, they again began kissing deeply, letting their nipples first, and then their chest push together. Kier felt around Sam's back, and found the zipper to his pants. He gently pulled it down, then, sliding his hands down the back of his pants, pushed it down and around his ankles. Sam pulled Kier to a standing position, stepped out of his pants, and knelt to the floor, in only his white brief. He kissed below Kier's navel, running his hands up and firmly rubbing his cute ass, curved by his leather pants. He moved his hands to the front of him, and let them slip under the fold where the zipper was. There was a small, quick snap as the clasp was unbuttoned. Sam bit the tip of the zipper, sliding it down with his teeth. Kier was now massaging his own chest, lost in the pleasure.
Sam hooked his fingers on the sides of his pants, and slid them down slowly, first, around his thighs; then his knees, and finally to his feet. Kier stepped out of them. Sam stood again, and gently eased Kier back into a sitting position, running a finger down his lips, between his still firm chest, and to the waistband of his brief. He slipped the finger under the fabric, to tease Kier. It was working; Kier's whole body was trembling as he did this. Sam then pulled his brief down, revealing first the soft, curled hairs above his now hard-on cock, then sliding them down to the floor. Sam again kneeled, sliding one hand up Kier's inner thigh. He could notice the spot of wetness in his brief. He slid his hand around Kier's cock, and from there, pulled his brief to the floor. Now, he began to kiss the inside of his thighs, as he slid on hand closer to his waiting cock. One hand gently slipped inside, and Kier gasped. Sam's hand began to massage his balls, and before long Kier's small body jerked softly with an orgasm. Sam removed his hand, and replaced it with his mouth. This pleasured Kier even more, the wetness of his tongue against his cock. Before long, Kier had come again.
They had switched positions, and Kier was now doing the hand job to Sam. He also had used his tongue to pleasure Sam to his third orgasm. After this orgasm they were tired, and moved to the couch. Together they laid down, kissing each other softly.
Before long, they had fallen asleep, still nude, and holding each other in their arms. After that night, they never hesitated to tell one another anything ever again.
Knocking on the door quietly, he heard a sweet voice from inside call, "Just a minute!". He fixed his clothing again, and waited. A brawn guy pulled the door open. Sam looked him over--he wasn't any older than him, about 18 or so, he was wearing a tight white t-shirt--with full, firm chest pushing against the fabric, and tight faded blue jeans. With one quick glance at his own chest--which wasn't too bad--he smiled.
"Hi, you must be Kier...I'm Sam." He extended his hand.
Grasping his hand, he replied, "It is so nice to finally meet you! Let me show you around!" Sam liked this girl. Nice, friendly, and just as handsome as him. He stepped inside.
The apartment was well furnished, with nice leather chairs, and a long couch. There was a joining kitchen, and a bathroom and bedroom with two single beds. Sam placed the bag with his belongings on one of the beds, and sat down on it.
"So, what do you think?" Kier asked him, impatiently.
"It's wonderful," he replied, "I love it." Sam slipped his shoes off and swung his legs onto his bed, staring at the ceiling. Kier took this chance to look over Sam. He hadn't told his new roommate that he was a teen gay. Hopefully, as Kier looked over his well-shaped body, he could tell him. He wouldn't deny that he was attracted to Sam. He began to slowly undress him in his mind...
Sam ducked into his sleek black Saturn. He had to work tonight because he has a part-time job; Kier had told him that afterwards the two of them could go see a movie or something, to get to know each other better. I hope I can tell that I am a teen gay, he thought to himself as he turned down the street to his work place. It'd be a lot easier that way, I just hope he doesn't feel weird about it or anything--he seems really cool.
Kier hurriedly scooped his school books out of the backseat of his car, and walked quickly to the elevator, he was going to tell Sam tonight, to get it out in the open. He wasn't sure if he'd tell him that he was attracted to him, that definitely depended on his reaction to his bisexuality. Once out of the elevator, he entered his apartment, and started to get ready--Sam would be home from work in only a half an hour.
He went into the bedroom and pulled his t-shirt over his head. He slipped out of his khaki pants, sliding them over his brief, and tossed them into the closet. He stood in front of the full-length mirror, in his cotton underwear. He looked at himself, wondering what to wear for Sam. He pulled the pair of his favorite leather pants out of his closet, and pulled them up over his brief--fitting snugly around his cute, round ass. He took his black, fuzzy sweater off of a rack and pulled it over his chest, it stopped at the top of his belly-button. He looked once more in the mirror, straightened his clothing, and nodded confidently. He walked back out to the living room and pulled on of his bare feet onto the table, and started to clean his nail as he heard a key enter the door.
Kier watched as the door swung open and Sam walked in. He smiled happily to him, as Sam slipped out of his black jacket and slung it over a chair. He started to finger the top button of his white polo.
"Hey Kier...how are you doing?" Sam asked as he sat down on the arm of the chair, next to him.
"Um..great," he stopped for a moment, gently biting his lower lip, "I have something to tell you, Sam."
"And what's that?" Sam inched his face closer to Kier's.
"Well...I don't know how to exactly tell you this. But...” He words were hushed by Sam's soft lips, pushing them against his. Sam slid further into the chair, and opened his mouth. Kier followed, and soon their tongues were entwined, each taking turns exploring the other's mouth. Sam swung a leg over Kier, straddling him. He rubbed the sides of his bare stomach, below the sweater. Still kissing him deeply, Kier gently placed his hands on Sam's firm ass, feeling it softly through his pants.
They both knew neither had to say anything. This is what they both wanted. Sam now began running his soft tongue along Kier's neck, below his ear and then against his tongue. He started to unbutton his own polo, and Kier helped him. Sam pulled the polo off of his shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. Kier gingerly placed his hands underneath Sam's chest. He gently pushed up, massaging his firm chest. Sam moaned softly as his nipples started to become erect. Kier softly kissed the tops of his chest, letting his tongue slip between them.
Sam hooked his fingers underneath Kier's sweater. Kier pulled his hands down and placed them on top of his. Together, they pulled the sweater over Kier's head, his tight chest bounced slightly as it was freed. Sam thought he would have an orgasm right then--seeing Kier just half-naked had been his fantasy, even though they had met only a day ago. He started to kiss his chest, teasing Kier's firm nipple. It was now Kier who let out a short gasp of pleasure.
Kier couldn't wait any longer; he ran his hands up Sam's back, looking for the hold of his nipples. When he found it, he slowly caress it with his thumb. Kier then put his hands on the sides of his chest. Kier began to suck his nipples gently, letting his tongue roll around them. As Kier was pleasuring him, Sam caresses Kier’s nipples. Now, they again began kissing deeply, letting their nipples first, and then their chest push together. Kier felt around Sam's back, and found the zipper to his pants. He gently pulled it down, then, sliding his hands down the back of his pants, pushed it down and around his ankles. Sam pulled Kier to a standing position, stepped out of his pants, and knelt to the floor, in only his white brief. He kissed below Kier's navel, running his hands up and firmly rubbing his cute ass, curved by his leather pants. He moved his hands to the front of him, and let them slip under the fold where the zipper was. There was a small, quick snap as the clasp was unbuttoned. Sam bit the tip of the zipper, sliding it down with his teeth. Kier was now massaging his own chest, lost in the pleasure.
Sam hooked his fingers on the sides of his pants, and slid them down slowly, first, around his thighs; then his knees, and finally to his feet. Kier stepped out of them. Sam stood again, and gently eased Kier back into a sitting position, running a finger down his lips, between his still firm chest, and to the waistband of his brief. He slipped the finger under the fabric, to tease Kier. It was working; Kier's whole body was trembling as he did this. Sam then pulled his brief down, revealing first the soft, curled hairs above his now hard-on cock, then sliding them down to the floor. Sam again kneeled, sliding one hand up Kier's inner thigh. He could notice the spot of wetness in his brief. He slid his hand around Kier's cock, and from there, pulled his brief to the floor. Now, he began to kiss the inside of his thighs, as he slid on hand closer to his waiting cock. One hand gently slipped inside, and Kier gasped. Sam's hand began to massage his balls, and before long Kier's small body jerked softly with an orgasm. Sam removed his hand, and replaced it with his mouth. This pleasured Kier even more, the wetness of his tongue against his cock. Before long, Kier had come again.
They had switched positions, and Kier was now doing the hand job to Sam. He also had used his tongue to pleasure Sam to his third orgasm. After this orgasm they were tired, and moved to the couch. Together they laid down, kissing each other softly.
Before long, they had fallen asleep, still nude, and holding each other in their arms. After that night, they never hesitated to tell one another anything ever again.
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