Breaking Sam
By Simon Peter
Feeling a bit dizzy in the head and queasy in the tummy, I decided to leave the group of us around the campfire and to lie down in my tent. There were four of us, out for a one-week camping trip during summer break. It was mid-June and the balmy evenings were the best part of our trip. We built a fire every evening, although the weather was not that chilly but the fire made the whole atmosphere more outdoors and rugged, and we drank some beer or wine as we munched on pizzas and snacks and nuts.
This evening we were joined by a fifth, Ray. Ray was the boyfriend of one of our group's sister. Joe's sister was two years younger than him, but Ray was around our age, 22-23. That said, Ray was an Adonis. Myriam, Joe's sister, was ugly. Damn! Let me explain a little bit.
Ray was around 2 meters tall with an athletic build without the muscly look. He had dirty blond hair, longish, that fell over his forehead almost down to his almost-touching eyebrows, which made him younger and cuter, if that was possible, than he actually was. His green eyes were intense, his nose Greek, his chin squarish, his light beard trimmed. More interestingly, his crotch! He invariably wore low-hanging tight jeans or wide-legged shorts half-way down his thighs which were moderately hairy, more like downy, and overly hairy legs. The jeans contoured his package beautifully, hinting at a good-sized tool, tucked teasingly inside. But the shorts! Oh the shorts! Apparently, Ray went freeball with the shorts. There is no way to honestly and graphically describe how his penis and testicles shifted and bulged and outlined as he moved around or sat down on a rock or leaned against a tree.
On the other hand, Myriam was a troll. Not only her thick bottom-glass glasses, but her disproportionate body measures made her look awful, with small breasts, almost non-existent, and wide hips, as if she had given birth to a dozen children. She was also shorter than Ray by at least half a meter! We always joked about this Ray-Myriam mismatch and teased our friend Joe about it. How could she have hooked such a hot, sexy guy was beyond our comprehension or sense or logic.
And of course, I was in love with Ray the minute I laid eyes on him. I waited eagerly for Myriam and Ray to come over during the day and sometimes in the evening and visit with us, always wishing that he would be wearing his shorts, freeballing. I hated Myriam. My glances at Ray's hot face and erotic crotch were furtive and few, since I didn't want any of my friends to know that I was attracted to guys. Hell, I was fascinated, engrossed, captivated, and whatever synonyms you might come up with, by Ray.
Slowly so as not to trip and fall, giving Ray's crotch a last glance, I unsteadily walked into my tent and lay down, taking a fetal position. I started to cry. I felt so miserable, not only because of my low tolerance to alcohol -- all I had was two cups of wine--but my infatuation towards my friend's sister's boyfriend. How pitiful was that? I cried and hated Myriam. Did she kiss Ray's lips with tongue or did she just slobbered on them like a horny bitch? Did she suck his cock? Had he fucked her? What was he like naked? I cried silently, hugging my knees into my chest.
The flap of my tent lifted. Ray slid in.
"Hey, Sam, you asleep?" he whispered.
My whole body shook, earthquake shaking. I could feel his breath on my face, he was that close!
"Nu-uh," I managed to utter.
"Myriam left early and I think I had too much wine. Can I just... just lie down for a while before I drive home? Joe said it was ok with them if it's ok with you."
Oh Ray, Ray, you can lie down and up and over and into... Oh, you can do anything with me, I shivered.
"Uhuh," was all I could say.
Ray slid under the blanket behind me. I kept my fetal position, aware that my butt was sticking out towards him. If I had been Myriam, I was thinking as I tried hard to control my body shivers, Ray would have wrapped his arm around me and hugged me and spooned me and grinded on me. Oh! Life! I sobbed.
"You ok, buddy," Ray whispered into my ear. I shook violently, uncontrollably. I couldn't answer, knowing that if I opened my mouth I wouldn't be able to stop myself from screaming.
I shuddered as I felt Ray's hand on my shoulder. "What's the matter, Sam? Shall I leave? Did I bother you, man?"
Oh how sweet that voice, how tender that touch on my shoulder. Oh, Ray little did you know.
"No, Ray. F...f...fine. No. S...s...tay," I muttered
Oh, stay for eternity Ray.
There was silence inside the tent against the boisterous laughter from my three friends outside around the fire, drinking and munching.
As my shivering settled, I closed my eyes, reveling in Ray's proximity. His beautiful, sexy crotch was inches away from my butt. How I would have that pressed against my butt cheeks. I would die.
To be honest, other than some handjobs and one blowjob with guys back in high school, my sexual experience was next to nothing, if you exclude the porn and the masturbation. I fantasized a lot. I did some sex chats with men online. I even had a few phone sex bouts. But all of that had ended with jacking off.
It was probably 5 minutes later that I felt that Ray's breathing took a steady rhythm. Fuck! He was falling asleep. Instead of making love to me! Fuck! I cried again.
Then came the poke. Yes, the poke. At my ass. My butt cheek. Ray must have moved closer as he slept. I couldn't resist it. I inched backward into him. His arm wrapped my waist as he pressed on me, moving closer; his breathing tickled the side of my neck. I shivered. I could feel his erection through the clothing, his shorts and my briefs. It throbbed. My butt cheeks burned. My hole twitched. My cock sprang out. My breathing came out short and haggard. Ray started to hump my butt, slowly, pressing more as his hand moved up to caress my nipples. I covered my mouth to stifle my moans. He squeezed, grinded, squeezed, gave out a low moan that sounded something like "Myriam baby" which I was hoping should have been "Sam my lover"!
This lasted for about eternity, or more like a fraction of a fraction of a second, since I couldn't, wouldn't, be able to tell time, the state I was in. Suddenly, an intake of breath, a quick removal of fingers from my tits, an emptiness at my butt.
"Oh, fuck, bro," Ray whispered, quickly turning over onto his back, tenting the blanket covering us. "I didn't mean... I... sorta nodded for a while... fuck, Sam, I was humpin you!"
I stifled my snickers, also flipping onto my back, also bulging the blanket. "You were, Ray," I managed to say.
"I'm so sorry, Sam. Really, buddy," he sweetly muttered. "Fuck. I'm so horny."
"I can tell," I smirked, hoping that he wouldn't see my face in the dimness in the tent.
Ray reached under the blanket and started to stroke his dick. My eyes stretched open as wide as they could as I watched the blanket going up and down. Ray was breathing heavily and fast as he worked his cock. Without even thinking, I pulled the blanket off. Ray had had his cock out of his shorts and was fisting it.
Also without thinking, as if having its own will, my hand snaked over and pried his hand away, gripping his cock shaft in my palm. Ray's whole body tensed. My whole body shivered.
"Sam," he mumbled, trying to keep his voice down, glancing at the tent's flap. "What the fuck?"
"Relax, Ray," I mumbled back. "That's what friends are for."
I was surprised when he snickered at what I said and let me stroke him. He cummed inside my palm. Oh, it was so, so delicious. I gave my Ray a fierce eruption, my Ray, and yes, Myriam, eat your heart out. I had Ray fuck my hand.
When he finished squirting and started to settle he reached down to remove my hand still gripping his beautiful cock, getting limp. He quickly got up and tucked his cock inside his shorts; and sure enough, he was freeballing, and I guessed right. Without saying a word, Ray stumbled out of the tent to join my other friends. Silently. Not a word. I jacked him off, and he didn't even say thank you. Oh. I turned back into my fetal position and cried.
About a half hour or so later, I got up and went out. Ray had left. I stayed for five minutes, then crawled back to my tent, cried, feeling the palm of my hand tingle. I smelled it. Yes, it smelled of him and his semen. I will never wash my hands, ever! I went to sleep.
The following day, Myriam and Ray didn't visit. Oh, well. I thought. At least I got to feel his man cock. I could tell that Ray was hung. I was able to move my fist up and down 4 or 5 inches at least. With the couple of inches inside my fist, Ray's cock must have measured at least 8 inches or more. And it was thick. My palm was tingling crazily. I remember that my fingers and thumb never touched when I fisted his shaft. I simulated holding something, like a soda bottle of a beer can. Fuck! That must have been really thick. My whole body shook. My God. Ray was fucking HUNG! And I brought him to orgasm. And he hadn't been asleep when I did it. When he was humping me, I felt the hardness, steel hard, against my butt, but not the actual size. My hand tingled!
