boys in a barn
Um. Here is 400 words of porny outtake from the story I posted yesterday. young!Sam/OMC. NC17. I didn't know what to do with it.
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“Sam!” Josh’s voice is rough, reedy, louder than Sam’s comfortable with but exciting. Splayed out on the barn floor three quarters naked with straw in his hair and cock in hand, Josh looks the picture of horny confusion.
Sam wonders what he looks like now himself. Shirt off, jeans rumpled low. For a second he looks down at Josh’s yellow-gold ropes of muscle and feels skinny, too long and too tall for how young he feels.
He leans down to kiss Josh because it’s the only thing that really makes sense. Josh tastes like beer and peppermint gum, mostly covering the chewing tobacco he thinks is a secret. Which is gross, but Josh is a Texas boy and an athlete. It’s not abnormal.
Sam’s dick is hard, over-amped as it bumps into Josh’s as they roll around recklessly, gathering dust and momentum. Josh extends his fingers, thick but not clumsy, to encircle them both, rubbing their dicks together and Sam feels the moan roll up through his chest, dissolving wetly in Josh’s open mouth.
“Sam!” Josh says again. “I want-I want you to fuck me,” Josh says low, almost gutteral. And then Sam’s ears start ringing. He licks his lips. This is-okay. Scary.
“Have you ever...?” Josh asks as he pulls away, blue eyes searching.
“Um, with a girl,” Sam says. “At my last school...” He trails off lamely. Josh doesn’t want to hear about that. And right now Sam doesn’t want to think about it either. Because it just reminds him that he’s going to have to leave Josh too, just like he did Amy.
Sam realizes that he’s been spacing out-elsewhere-when he catches Josh’s gaze and sees a kind of fear there, almost shame, and knows he has to do something fast. He brings his hand to his mouth, licks generously, and replaces Josh’s with his own. Dick to dick, both on their knees and straining, they’re the same...only different.
“Do you not-? If you don’t want... It’s okay, I mean,” Josh says haltingly as Sam twirls his thumb over the head of Josh’s cock where it leaks and begs.
“No!” Sam says, firm. “I mean, it’s not that,” he clarifies. “It’s just...new for me,” he finishes, pressing his forehead against Josh’s. They’re both sweaty, sticky.
“Okay yeah,” Josh huffs out, flashing a smile that’s half relief, half anticipation. “For me too.”
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“Sam!” Josh’s voice is rough, reedy, louder than Sam’s comfortable with but exciting. Splayed out on the barn floor three quarters naked with straw in his hair and cock in hand, Josh looks the picture of horny confusion.
Sam wonders what he looks like now himself. Shirt off, jeans rumpled low. For a second he looks down at Josh’s yellow-gold ropes of muscle and feels skinny, too long and too tall for how young he feels.
He leans down to kiss Josh because it’s the only thing that really makes sense. Josh tastes like beer and peppermint gum, mostly covering the chewing tobacco he thinks is a secret. Which is gross, but Josh is a Texas boy and an athlete. It’s not abnormal.
Sam’s dick is hard, over-amped as it bumps into Josh’s as they roll around recklessly, gathering dust and momentum. Josh extends his fingers, thick but not clumsy, to encircle them both, rubbing their dicks together and Sam feels the moan roll up through his chest, dissolving wetly in Josh’s open mouth.
“Sam!” Josh says again. “I want-I want you to fuck me,” Josh says low, almost gutteral. And then Sam’s ears start ringing. He licks his lips. This is-okay. Scary.
“Have you ever...?” Josh asks as he pulls away, blue eyes searching.
“Um, with a girl,” Sam says. “At my last school...” He trails off lamely. Josh doesn’t want to hear about that. And right now Sam doesn’t want to think about it either. Because it just reminds him that he’s going to have to leave Josh too, just like he did Amy.
Sam realizes that he’s been spacing out-elsewhere-when he catches Josh’s gaze and sees a kind of fear there, almost shame, and knows he has to do something fast. He brings his hand to his mouth, licks generously, and replaces Josh’s with his own. Dick to dick, both on their knees and straining, they’re the same...only different.
“Do you not-? If you don’t want... It’s okay, I mean,” Josh says haltingly as Sam twirls his thumb over the head of Josh’s cock where it leaks and begs.
“No!” Sam says, firm. “I mean, it’s not that,” he clarifies. “It’s just...new for me,” he finishes, pressing his forehead against Josh’s. They’re both sweaty, sticky.
“Okay yeah,” Josh huffs out, flashing a smile that’s half relief, half anticipation. “For me too.”
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