Sammys Plan

"We could help you!" Sammy generously offered.

"We?" I responded. "You got a mouse in your pocket?"

"My friends and I. If you want." Sammy smiled at me.

"Yeah, like you and your friends want to help some old guy move in." I grunted as I moved one of my boxes from the moving truck.

"You're not old," Sammy protested, grabbing one of the other boxes without even being asked. "How old are you? Like forty-eight or something?"

"Thirty-eight!" I snapped. "But thanks for making me feel even older."

Sammy started giggling. "I was just kiddin' ya. So, do you want the help or not?"

Now let's face it, I'm in great shape. At the gym at least three times a week. Certainly, the cute trainer keeps me going. But even a guy in great shape can always use help moving, right? So, I set down the box, set my hand on Sammy's broad shoulder and smiled at him. "All right, you win. Yes, I'd like you and your friends to help the 'old guy.'"

Sammy giggled again. "I figured you might, that's why I already asked them to be here in an hour."

I felt duped, surprised, and appreciative all at the same time. "Thanks, Sammy."

"You're welcome," he said casually, as he lifted another box and bounded down the ramp.

I watched him as he exited the back of my rented moving van. Short, spiked black hair, fair complexion, and his eyes...so deep and dark I could lost in them for days.

Sammy and I met at the gym during our workouts. He had been focusing on toning his abs, and from I was standing, he was doing a damn nice job. At the young age of 19, Sammy already had his future plans laid out, and that included staying in shape. I would follow him around the gym like a lost puppy, but he never seemed to mind. After a few weeks, we became solid workout partners, and worked even harder at pushing each other beyond our limits.

There have been plenty of days that I woke up sore in every muscle of my body, but never let on to Sammy.

And, when it came to shower time, well, I always managed to require an additional 20 minutes on the treadmill. This final brutality was my only refuge from popping a boner in front of him. Sammy never questioned it, and always waved good-bye as he left the gym.

When he found out that I had bought a house just a block and a half from his dad's house, he was almost ecstatic with excitement, and insisted on knowing the day I was moving.

Sure enough, as I pulled the loaded truck in front of my new house, there was Sammy, already waiting to lend a hand.

"We can get most of this stuff unloaded before the guys get here, and then we'll get the bigger stuff." Sammy's high-spirited voice made my heart sing.

"That's great. Thanks again for all your help, Sammy. You're a good friend to have around."

Sammy smiled again, grabbing the tall halogen lamp and bounding back down the stairs; his lost puppy in tow.

When we returned to the truck, Sammy picked up one of the boxes that was on the floor. "Fuck, Brian, what do you have in here? Bricks?"

Before I could answer, the box slipped from Sammy's hands, crashing to the floor, breaking open and spilling out a vast collection of gay porn magazines. Sammy picked one of the magazines up, then looked at me and smiled. "You queer, Brian?"

I didn't answer, but felt the blood rush to my face. I scrambled to collect the magazines and stuff them back into the ripped box.

Sammy knelt down, wrapped his arm around me, and whispered in my ear, "It's okay, Brian, so am I."

I felt my cock spring upward almost immediately. I quickly closed up the box, as best I could and carried it into the house.

Sammy followed behind me, another box in hand.

I threw the box into my bedroom closet, and closed the door. Sammy set his box down in the living room and then met me back at the door. He stopped in front of me.

"Are you mad at me?" Sammy asked, pure sincerity in his eyes.

The truth was, I wasn't mad at him. I was embarrassed. Not about being gay; hell, I've dealt with that since I was a little kid. I was embarrassed, because I didn't want Sammy to know that I had been lusting over him for a long time.

"Let's just finish up, okay?" I moved through the doorway, and Sammy followed me.

It was all work from that point. Sammy didn't mention it again, and neither did I. That was, until Sammy's friends arrived to help finish unloading the truck.

"Hey, guys, let me show you what we've got," Sammy said, as he led the three other boys into the truck, as I carried another box of kitchen supplies into the house.

When I returned, all four boys had rather large smiles on their faces, and I wondered if Sammy had mentioned my little 'collection.'

"Brian, this is Corty." Sammy said, pointing to the tallest of the three boys.

"Nice to meet you, Corty," I said, shaking his hand. Corty looked about the same age as Sammy. Much lighter hair, and much thinner build, but clean cut, and appeared to be quite nice. Corty was wearing one of those 'A-shirts' that let you see pretty much anything you want of his chest, arms and underarms.

"This is Quinton." Sammy then said.

I shook Quinton's hand. I would learn later that Quinton had just celebrated his 18th birthday a few days prior, and was visiting Sammy from Canada. Blonde hair and blue eyes weren't Quinton's only beautiful attributes. The tight stripped t-shirt and satin shorts did nothing to hide a mouth-watering package.

"And this," Sammy said, proudly wrapping his arm around the last boy's shoulders, "Is Nick."

"Hello, Nick." I said, shaking the youngest boy's hand. At no more than 15, Nick was shorter than the other two boys, and still carried an air of innocence that only added to his charm. I could tell by the way Sammy hugged Nick, that there was something special between them. I smiled at them, and could tell that Nick had been taken under Sammy's wing, as though he were a loved younger brother.

"Shall we get started?" I asked, pointing to the refrigerator.

Now most intelligent people obtain the proper equipment to aide in moving large items like a fridge, but since my Escrow closed so quickly, I had little time to prepare for the move.

"You two steady that end, while Sammy and I lift this end." I instructed, placing Corty and Quinton at the top of the fridge.

The four of us grunted that heavy fridge from the truck into the kitchen without a single scratch on any door, or marking on any floor. Professionals could not have done a better job.

"Well, that was easy," giggled Nick, who was immediately met with stern hair mussing from all of us.

With the five of us working together, we had the truck emptied in no time. The bed frame and mattresses were the last to emerge from the truck. By now, despite the expedient manner at which the boys worked, the summer temperature had all of us sweating pretty hard.

While Nick grabbed two of the frames, Sammy and I wrestled with the box springs, and Quinton and Corty muscled the large king-sized mattress. I told Nick to set the frame near the wall, and we'd lay the box springs and mattress on the floor. It was getting late in the day, and I didn't want to mess around with setting up the bed until tomorrow.

"Damn, it's hot," Corty said, peeling the wet A-shirt from his torso.

"That's a good idea!" Quinton, said, lifting his t-shirt over his head.

"Would you guys like something to drink? I've got cold soda in the cooler."

"Sure," they all agreed.

By the time I returned with sodas and a fan in hand, the boys had made themselves comfortable on the bed...naked...and perusing through the collection of magazines that Sammy had discovered.

I stood in the doorway for a moment, not sure if I should be angry, embarrassed, or what I should feel.

"Awesome," Corty said, jumping from the bed to grab a soda.

Sammy smiled at me and then said, "We saved a spot for you," pointing to the middle of the bed.

"Sammy, I..."

"Come on," Corty said, pulling on my arm. "It's too hot to do anything else."

As soon as my knees hit the mattress, the four boys were all over me, pulling off my shirt and shorts, stripping me naked just like them. There was no hiding my boner from Sammy now, and as I looked over at him, I could see he too was enjoying the beginning of our little orgy fest.

Quinton pushed me onto my back, and then he and Corty went to work licking and sucking my hardening dick and balls.

Nick went to work on Sammy's erection, and as he lay back on the large bed, his head was almost touching mine.

I turned toward him and he kissed me. I didn't think I could possibly be any more surprised or any more pleased than I was already. But he succeeded in surprising me again. My lips melted into his and when we finally broke our kiss, I whispered to him, "I've been wanting to do that for a long time."

"I know," he whispered back.

It was then that I realized he had been planning such an experience for as long as we'd been workout partners.

Now, it seemed, Sammy was taking our workout to a much more intimate level.

Soon I grew comfortable in their presence and began to let my hands wander over their smooth young skin.

Quinton turned his body into a sixty-nine position, poking his five-inch dick into my cheek, before I finally turned and allowed him into my mouth.

Nick saw Quinton rotate, and decided to copy the move, sticking his stiff boy dick into Sammy's hungry mouth.

No one spoke, except to utter those soft moans that only add to the intensity of hot sex.

As Sammy sucked Nick, Nick sucked Sammy. As I sucked Quinton, Quinton sucked me. All the while, Corty moved about, licking and fondling everyone.

Then, Corty and Sammy began kissing, which left Nick to do the wandering, which he graciously enjoyed. Licking and rubbing his friends.

As Nick began kissing and tongue-dancing with Quinton, Sammy reached down and began stroking my leaking cock.

Quinton then pulled from my mouth, and knelt beside me, furiously pulling on his hard shaft, just above my chest.

Nick followed Quinton, and knelt next to him, jacking off his boy cock.

Sammy and Corty, not wanting to be left out of any circle jerk, took their positions on the right of me.

I was in boy cock heaven, all four jacking their gorgeous dicks over me.

I quickly joined in, stroking my own hard as we raced each other to orgasm. Sammy appeared to be the closest to blasting his load, and I leaned in, lining my open mouth with his dick.

He moved closer, accepting my invitation. With my free hand, I reached under him, cupping his balls, and gently massaging them. It was the hot button to push him over and as he aimed the tip of his dick at my tongue, his dick spewed its sweet nectar into my mouth.

The other boys watched as Sammy continued to empty his balls onto my hungry tongue, and I swallowed quickly, not wanting to miss a single sweet drop.

As he slowed his stroke, I quickly lapped up the few remaining drops from the tip of his dick before it became too sensitive and he relaxed backward.

"Oh man, I'm gonna shoot too!" Quinton said, moving closer to me. I leaned in, once again lining up my mouth for another serving of sweet boy cum. "Eat it, Man," Quinton cried out, as he shot two long thick streams of white nut cream into my mouth. Then he moved closer still, pushing his hard cock into my mouth, and pulling my head to him, fucking my face as he shot another large load down my throat.

Quinton backed up from me as his dick made a loud slurp sound as it slipped from my tight lips.

The head of my dick, now slick with precum was becoming more sensitive, and I stopped stroking for a moment, trying to hold back my urge to cum.

Nick began to pant and his hand became a blur against his boy dick. Sammy leaned over me and kissed Nick on the lips, forcing Nick to breath through his nose.

I moved in and positioned my mouth, still sticky from the last two loads, in front of Nick's crotch. Nick began bucked his narrow hips in intense rhythm with his stroke.

Nick then suddenly broke the kiss and said, "Oh my God..." as three fast and watery jets of the sweetest boy cum I've ever tasted coated my tongue. I smacked my lips, savoring the young boy's honey.

As I licked the last of Nick's spunk from my lips, we watched Corty work his cock until his head was almost purple. It took longer to reach his peak, but we didn't complain and let him work his own magic.

After a few more minutes, he could finally feel the approaching rise of his ecstasy. Like the others, I couldn't let him spill his juice and waste it. I moved in closer, now licking his sweet lightly haired globes, encouraging its nectar to spew forth.

Corty pointed his cock downward, and I knew I would soon be feeding on another luscious load of hot cum.

He began panting and gasping as his purple head pulsed with excitement. "Oh yeah...this is it...mmmm...ugh..." Corty moaned as he pushed his hips forward and drenched my mouth with a load of hot cum larger than any of the other boys.

The more I swallowed, the more he came. I finally let my own load loose, and sprayed my chest and belly with my own hot man juice.

Corty's peak finally passed and he pulled his softening dick from my mouth.

"That was so cool!" Nick admired.

"Man, you really like that stuff, don't you?" Quinton asked.

"Yeah, I do." I smiled up at him. "Wanna taste?" I pointed to my chest.

I didn't have to ask twice as Quinton, Corty and Nick all began licking me clean.

Sammy simply sat back and smiled, knowing that his plan to seduce me into an orgy with his friends had come true.

As the boys finished licking me clean, I wondered if this would be the last time I was paid a visit from these boys. I think Sammy knew that I hoped it would be the first of many visits, for my hunger for hot boy cum is a craving that is never sated for very long.

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written by candleligdreams