Fun with Sam

"I'm going to go with Sam," I said watching the smile slightly fade from Caleb's face, "sorry."

"Nah it's fine, no worries." Caleb grabbed his stuff and swiftly left the locker room. Leaving only me and Sam behind. I'd never spent much, or any, alone time with him and I was beginning to think I'd made a mistake. When he said,

"Do you want me to show you where I spend most my time?" the smile that was on his face made me take back any of my previous worries. I'd obviously made his day by choosing him and who knows maybe we'd actually have some fun. I nodded and in response he took my hand. He kept a hold of it as we weaved our way through our uni's halls, he seemed to know this place better than anyone else I'd met. He pulled me forward, never looking back, until we were standing outside of an old maintenance cupboard. He let go of my hand and grabbed the handle, slowly pulling the creaking door open. I expected to see a room cluttered with old equipment and tools, instead I was greeted with an rusty silver ladder that was bolted to the wall. Sam started climbing it as soon as the door was opened wide enough and for some reason I immediately followed. I had no idea what he was showing me, but I couldn't sense any danger. As we got to the top of the ladder we were led onto a small platform which only housed another metal door. Sam grasped the handle and pulled it towards him slightly, before pushing it down and forward. The door swung open in front of us. Letting in a fraction of sunlight and a small blast of breeze from the outside world. We stepped out of the doorway and into the open air. "We're on the roof." He smiled at me again and it set something off inside of me.

"You come up here a lot?" I asked making my way to the edge.

"More often than I'd like to admit," he followed me other, "my dad works here as a cleaner and I kinda know all the ins and outs." He let his hand rest gently against mine, sending shockwaves up my arm.

"I didn't know that."

"I don't think you know much about me, we aren't really close." He ran a hand through his brown hair and it took everything I had not to do the same. "But maybe we can be?" Sam pushed me against the small wall that surrounded the roof, coming up to the height of my hips.

"Sam, what are you doing?" his hand reached down the front of my jeans, kneading gently against the bulge growing in my underwear.

"There's something different about you today," I just wanna run my hands all over you, "is that something you'd like?"

I nodded and said "right now it's all I can think about." Which wasn't entirely true, I hadn't thought about Sam in this way before but I wouldn't say no to whatever he was offering.

"How about I show you how strongly I feel about getting to know you?" he sunk down to his knees, resting on the hard tiled surface of the roof. His hand was removed from my jeans and instead he used it to unbutton and pull them down. His stroked my hard member through my underwear for a bit, and all I could do was throw my head back in bliss. I closed my eyes, feeling content to let him do what he wanted. I expected him to pull down my underwear and release my dick from its prison. Instead I felt his warm wet mouth cover the head of my dick over the top instead. I could feel him wetting my boxers with his saliva. Running his tongue up and down the length. I was **** to be in his mouth, to feel him fully but I also knew that I'd need to let him take control. Eventually my underwear was drenched in his spit, it was clinging to my dick leaving nothing to the imagination. This was when Sam took them off of me. He pulled them down so they were resting just below my balls, letting my member pop out and slap him on his lips.

He reached for the length of my dick and pulled it towards him. "Do you want me to suck on this?" I nodded, "you'd be my first you know. I've never done this before." He gently licked the slit, tasting whatever pre-cum I had to offer, "do you want to be the first person to enter my mouth?" I nodded again, words escaping me. "Well how could I refuse." He covered the head of my dick with his mouth and it suddenly felt like I was in heaven. It was warm and wet and everything I needed. He tentatively licked across the head, I knew I couldn't **** him to speed up because it may just scare him offer. He slobbered over the head, letting his tongue do most the work before he built up the courage to take more. Slowly he took another couple of inches, before letting my rest in his mouth whilst his tongue continued to bathe me in spit. It's not what I had expected from a blowjob but I was enjoying it more than him doing nothing. He couldn't get my full length in his mouth without gagging, but this seemed to just spur him on. He bobbed slowly on the length he could take, moaning with every movement. My dick was steely hard and I knew I wasn't going to last long. My hand reached out for his head and I opted to play with his hair, rather than roughly shove my length down his throat, grabbing tuffs of it as I guided him up and down my length. Increasing his speed. I took a look down at him and found him staring straight up at me. His eyes wide and watery, his lips and mouth covered in his excess spit. I took my hand away from him, letting him regain control. He continued to stare as he increased the forcefulness of his suck, still gagging every time I got too far back.

It was hot, hearing him **** on my cock. Knowing that eventually he'd be able to go all the way down it with little to no trouble. I could feel the heat burning inside of me, warning me that I was too close to the edge. I leant back against the wall, as he sucked with as much speed as he could. "I'm gonna..." he stopped for a second, clearly thinking about how to end it before continuing his descent on my dick. He slowly took it to the back of his throat, fighting the coughs and gags that I could hear until I popped past the barrier. My dick head sat there for a second before exploding. Shooting my load straight down into his stomach.