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Sam bypassed my dick, walking his fingers down the outside of my jeans near my hip while I squeezed his arse, kneading the globes and internally cheering when he rocked his hips into my grasp, straddling my leg and riding it. I sucked in a breath through my nose and thrust my tongue into his mouth. When he slipped his hand between my legs, rubbing higher up my leg and getting closer to my nuts, my mind spun. Like that coil being compressed again, my body ratcheted up, energy whizzing through me.
I edged closer as he ran the back of his thumb over my inseam. Tingles exploded in his wake, coiling me tighter. Sam pressed his thumb down a little harder, shifting a little further back to the sensitive spot behind my nuts. He kissed me, all hot and hard as he rocked his hips, and I hit the point of no return.
One. More. Touch and I’d be gone.
He did it then. Cupped me. Rocking his hips forward, he pressed the heel of his hand behind my balls and I grunted, a shudder passing through me as I lost my load in my underwear. The first time it’d happened with another person. My cock flexed, endlessly shooting stripes of cum without ever having been touched. My nerve endings buzzed, the high overtaking me as I sucked on his tongue and shook through my orgasm.
When Sam groaned, I froze, barely able to heave in the breath I needed. Shame washed over me, tinged with fear. What had I done? I couldn’t go there with him. I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t want this. It was… wrong.
I never thought for a second that the insults that were casually thrown around by virtually all of us would apply to me. When the drunks in town fought, or the boys at school taunted the geeky kid, the first go-to insult was that they were a limp-wristed poofter. And I was one of them. My sticky jocks were proof. The wet patch no doubt forming on the front of my jeans, the smoking gun. My heart hammered and my vision swam. I blinked back tears because that’s apparently what little faggot girly-boys did.
They cried.
Lightheaded and disgusted with myself, I pulled back and dropped my hands. I shifted away from Sam. I fought my instinct to stay close to him, but I needed distance.
“So, yeah,” I squeaked, clearing my throat before I continued. “We’re all right at this. Good idea practicing. I think… I think we’re good to go. We’re good, aren’t we? I’ve gotta—” I hooked a thumb over my shoulder. “Tea’ll be soon. I’ve gotta go and wash my hands. Ma’ll have a shit fit if I sit down this dirty. So, yeah. Um. I’ll see you later, yeah? We can, um... Yeah? Good.” I stumbled out of our hiding spot, nearly landing on my arse as I tripped over my own feet, before sprinting to my house.
