Date: Tue, 29 Jul 2014 18:31:36 +0200
From: sabass@hushmail.com
Subject: Sammy Plays Solitaire

Sammy Plays Solitaire

Introduction

Meet Sammy Tomas. The cutest kid in Cleveland! He's a bright, beautiful,
9-year-old blond boy and everyone wants him. You'll soon know why. This is
the first chapter in a series about Sammy. While this story may at first
glance seem heterosexual, I assure you that it was written with you gay
boylovers in mind. So no worries, boy on boy and man on boy are cuming your
way. Hope you enjoy the ride (metaphor intended).

Chapter 1: Sammy Play Solitaire

9-year-old Sammy lay prone on his bed fast asleep, his nude body illumined
by a myriad of inquiring stars peering through the window. His
perfectly-sphered half moons perched upward, elevated by a pink fluffy
pillow couched between his lean hairless legs and cradling his
groin. Little did Sammy know that his temporarily radiant ass was on the
cusp of becoming the staging area of a great orgasmic drama.

Meanwhile, his half-awake, half-erect hidden cock slithered upward,
burrowing into the soft warm mouth of its satiny nest. Sammy's hands were
tucked under his crotch beneath his pillow, cuddling his cock from each
side.


His eyelids could not fully veil his fluttering dreaming eyes, lost in
boyish fantasies of cunts and cocks, heroism and whores. A crystalline
string of drool cascaded from the corner of his half agape, half-smiling
mouth as he imagined himself in gritty, sweaty combat with a muscle-laden
giant. Saliva channeled down his soft cheek and onto to his bed sheet.

12-year-old Angie arrived almost immediately after Sammy's eyes closed. She
stood quietly in the doorway directly at the foot of his bed, ogling the
full scope of her younger brother's slender body. With a sense of opulent
adoration mixed with a certain meticulous scrutiny, Angie initially fixed
her attention on Sammy's well-rounded twin orbs. So radiant were they from
the heavenly spotlight that each butt cheek seemed to glow, as if inhabited
by its own separate angel. Sammy's ass was his body's own Mount Olympus Ð
so lit up it was and presently so angled skyward that it seemed to Angie
like a holy mount fit for the gods Ð a place where she herself
desperately hoped to visit someday.

Angie then studied her brother's fatless thin legs with their hard
hamstrings and calves. His smooth flesh was spotted with numerous boyish
lacerations achieved through the vigor of almost continuous physical
summertime play. For Angie, every slash and every gash on Sammy's legs
oozed with divine testosterone and that just made her want to fuck him even
more Ð or better, be fucked by him. If she could, she would replace each
wound with a giant hicky. Indeed, there was not one part of Sammy's flesh
that Angie wouldn't happily lick, kiss or suck.

Her eyes methodically ascended to the upper portion of Sammy's body, past
his beautiful buns to his narrow hips, up his pronounced spinal column and
protruding shoulder blades and ultimately landing on his head of thick and
tousled long blond hair.

No slit, no crevice, no formation on Sammy's entire silky backside escaped
Angie's examination. Then there was that angelic olive face partially
cloaked by spilling over lavish hair frosting.


Angie knelt down with her face just 3 centimeters from Sammy's, gazing at
his cupid bowed lips, his long eyelashes, his narrow tapering chin, his
high cheek cheekbones, and his cute narrow nose with a strand of dried snot
peeking out from its left nostril. "Such a boy!" Angie thought, while also
finding distinct pleasure in the Snicker bar aroma exhaling from Sammy's
mouth.


She poked her finger into Sammy's river of drool pouring from his sagging
cheek, interrupting its flow, collecting sizable droplets then eagerly
slurping them up. She mopped up third and fourth helpings from his wet bed
sheet. The taste of Sammy's fresh mouth juice along with a sense of
intimacy gained from her close proximity to his face and nude body almost
pushed Angie over the edge. SHE WANTED HIM BAD...but knew she couldn't
risk waking him...so she opted to begin rubbing her moist pussy. But then...

Sammy's still body suddenly jerked and he let out a deep sigh. This was the
portent that Angie was waiting for. She saw it a million times. Her heart
began to race. She knew that a storm was now brewing between Sammy's legs
and that in just a matter of a minute or two this calm tranquil setting
would morph into a scene of tumultuous arousal.  This is what she came for.


She scurried back to his ass and stood directly above it waiting in
anticipation. She knew his silo was heating up and his missile would soon
be launching. Angie was right. Sammy's cock was snaking upward towards his
belly button. His triceps flexed while his butt slightly bumped upward as
his hands solidified their grip from under the pillow on each the side of
his shaft. Sammy's primal male energy was now completely locused on his
burgeoning cock. With that, the unhurried rhythmic circular gyrations
commenced. His entire squirming being Ð every appendage and every aspect
Ð were now coalescing and consolidating around his central masculine
quarter.

Sammy sighed with pleasure and smiled widely as his still luminous
half-moons bobbed up and down on his bed, driving his cock deeper and
deeper into the mouth of his pillow. In less than a minute, his cock was
fully erect, pink with blood and anxious to erupt. It now had a mind of its
own and its thirst for pleasure proved insatiable as it continued to pummel
and pillage its satiny host. The boy gladly yielded to the lead of his cock
and his sighs turned into noisy heaves as the tempo of his hammering
increased.

Angie's eyes were like saucers as she beheld the glory of Sammy's fully
flexed appendages and back, hip and butt muscles all working in unison to
attain one single objective: boy climax. "Oh to be that pillow," she mused,
"to engorge on his delicious hard on, to choke on it, to be fucked by it."
Still fingering herself, Angie was nearing orgasm herself.

But little did she know that in Sammy's mind, his cock was nowhere near a
pussy, but, instead, deeply up the butthole of his arch nemesis Valdon Ð
a freshly slain giant with whom Sammy defeated after a long vicious brawl
on a muddy beach.


The story goes like this. Sammy mortally wounded Valdon in an epic
wrestling match after leaping up onto the giant's shoulders, straddling him
and locking his neck between his inner thighs. Then, with Olympic-like
exertion, Sammy strenuously squeezed his foe with his iron-like legs while
violently ramming his cock into the fatty skin below his jaw.

Needless to say, Valdon's neck broke and the boy victor had a massive hard
on.


Upon his death, Sammy quickly rolled the giant's body over, and in one last
assault Ð in order to convey complete domination while celebrating his
conquest Ð he vigorously implanted his fulminating cock deeply into the
giant's anus, hoping to rip through his entire rectal cavity, mutilating
all within its path until his pleasure was fully consummated.

The mattress was now loudly bouncing up and down on the bedsprings as
Sammy's hindquarters became an unwavering power center of concentrated
propelling, pushing, rocking and jabbing. Grinning and groaning in
hysterical delight, Sammy ivory teeth flashed like comets as his delightful
cheek dimples dawned with dazzle. Angie's heart stopped. Her brother's face
was now as radiant as his ass. She caressed her wet clitoris with her
fingertips then suddenly yelped in premature orgasm.

Then Sammy did what Sammy always does when he fucks his pillow: he turned
facedown and grit his teeth Ð an omen that his climax was imminent. Then
with volcanic force and superhero speed, Sammy's enraged erupting cock
mercilessly assailed its pink pussy pillow in the most extreme and
manliness of fucks, spurting loads of fiery spirit cum into its feasting
throat. His high voice howled "AHHHHH!!!!!!"

Sammy gasped for breath as goose bumps carpet-bombed his euphoric flesh.


And then, unannounced and breaking from his nightly ritual, Sammy's swiftly
pulled his pillow up to his head and swung himself around, bearing his
fully distended dancing cock which was tilting toward his tummy at about a
45 degree angle.

And there he lay, legs flung to the sides like a toad on its back and thin
outstretched arms reclining perpendicular to his tight, fatless torso. The
only thing moving on Sammy was his lonely fluttering shaft.

Angie gasped at the sight. So utterly beautiful! So iniquitously sensual!
Delighted by this unanticipated treat, she visually consumed her brother's
now supine body, with an obvious interest in his rarely unveiled cock. She
bent over the bed directly over Sammy's pubic region. She saw no cum and no
hair. He was smooth, lean and, as always, goddamn cute, particularly with
that wildly strewn hair of his, flinging every which way.

"Jesus Christ! How elastic can a boy get!?" She whispered to herself while
analyzing his nimble contorted body. "I'm going to start calling him
elastic boy!"

Then, after 20 seconds, Sammy's shaft started to slowly seesaw, drifting to
the right then gradually diminishing, like a balloon losing air. Angie
never witnessed this before either and found the shrinking process
fascinating. Soon, Sammy's much smaller yet slightly erect shaft was
reclining backward against its master's lower tummy. Angie's eyes were
still transfixed on her little brother's boyish instrument because she knew
how diminutive it could get and wanted to see it shrivel into that darling
little childish package that she observed so many times over Sammy's life.

Then another unexpected turn of events. From out of the blue, Angie heard a
quiet voice coming from the front of the bed: "Ang?"

Looking up in complete horror, Angie saw her brother leaning up on his
elbows, inquisitively gazing at her with dazed eyes. She froze.

"What the hell?" she thought. Christ, she was nude in his bedroom and
hovering over his groin!


Luckily, before she fell into a full-fledged panic, Sammy collapsed
backward and returned to sleep. Freaked out by such a close call, Angie
decided to call it a night and not stick around for her brother's regular
encore performance.

But as she began to tip toe through his doorway, another noise came from
the room, but this time it was more like a threatening high-pitched grow:
"Grrrrrh...I'M GOING TO FUCK YOU BITCH!!!!"

In shock, Angie swung around. Sammy's blue eyes were now wide open and
staring at the ceiling as if in a trance.


"What the fuck??" She wondered. He was clearly dreaming, but still, never
before had she heard such violent language from him and in such a shrill
tone. This new aggression turned Angie on and, alas, after a brief pause of
indecision, she stepped back into his room for the encore.

Then, as if to reward his sister for her reentrance, Sammy initiated a most
unnatural and vociferous tirade: "I'M GOING TO FUCK YOU, YOU MOTHER FUCKING
BITCH!! FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU!


He then swung back on his belly, shoved his pillow to his groin, slid his
gun into its holster, all the while muttering in a quiet resolute voice,
"I'm going to fuck you, you mother fucking bitch, fuck you, fuck, fuck,
fuck..."


Angie found her brother's new dirty talk irresistible and could barely keep
herself from jumping on his fearsome, frenzied little butt. Sammy
rhythmically chanted "fuck" with each pelvic thrust, gyrating to the beat
of his own malevolent melody:
"fuck...fuck...fuck...fuck...fuck...fuck...fuck..."

Sammy wasn't smiling to his new tune. His expression was one of dogmatic
defiance with a violent determination to forcefully fuck whoever or
whatever the fuck he was fucking.

He pumped more and more madly, desperate to copulate:
"Fuck...fuck...fuck...fuck...fuck...fuck...fuck..."


Angie could not believe what was transpiring. Never before had Sammy fucked
his pillow with his eyes open and certainly never before was his
testosterone so palpable. Sammy was a seething savage. The pony had
transformed into a stallion. "Who was he fucking anyway?" She
wondered. "Was it me? Is my little bro raping his big sister?"

Angie pondered her observations and was exhilarated by the possible
implications. As sweet and pretty as her brother was, he had a dark
undercurrent with primitive instincts and secret cravings. The little snake
had big venom and Angie was desperate to be bitten.


And bitten she was, at least in Sammy's fantastical dreaming mind.  Raped
in fact. It was a victory lap of sorts for his murder of the great giant
Valdon. She pleaded, screamed and even wailed, but Sammy would hear none of
it. His cock needed immediate gratification and her hole was close and
accessible.


He didn't lust after her; in fact, he didn't give a fuck whether she was
alive or dead while ramming her, as long as her pussy was warm, lubed and
tight. Just one thing mattered: ejaculatory bliss. His groin was a bonfire
with two burning coals and one giant flaming ember protruding from its
center. Its full length was now being hammered into his big sister, his
nutsack banging against her cunt lips with each brutal blow.

And so, in empyrean fury, Sammy stabbed and stabbed his feathery victim,
growling under his clenched teeth with every predatory plunge, like a lion
going for the kill. Then in great thunder and lightening, after four
straight minutes of burning intent, Sammy screeched in triumph with loud
exhilaration as his convulsing cock exploded in the fiery angel dust of the
gods, shattering all in its wake and melting the very pussy comforting
it. Now for a second time, great waves of euphoria encased Sammy's entire
quaking being as the symptomatic mushroom cloud of goose bumps again
blanketed his luminous backside. His flexed writhing body turned limp and
still as his violent fantasy vanished with the goose bumps. Sammy's second
orgasm was over and it was time for Angie to go to bed.

But to her astonishment, a 10 mere seconds after dry ejaculation, Sammy
hopped out of bed with his shaft still erect and scurried to the bathroom,
anxious to pee and oblivious to his sister's trailing eyes. Angie peeked
from his room, knowing that he never shut the adjacent bathroom door
kitty-corner to his room.


Sammy stood in front of the toilet with his hard cock slanted toward the
ceiling. He tried to press it down in order to aim, but it was just too
hard. After a brief struggle, Sammy temporally gave up and spun around to
look at himself on the big wall mirror hanging just over the sink. Angie
watched with amusement and quietly chuckled at the site. It never occurred
to her that a boner would make it tough for a boy to take a piss. "Oh, the
challenges of boyhood!" she sighed. But what next?

Now standing in front of the mirror, Sammy rested his hands on his slender
hips and began to remotely flip his shaft up and down. His face lit up as
he watched the reflection of his dancing dick beat the air. Angie was
entertained too, not knowing that a boy could move his dick like that
without hands. She continued to admire his impeccable proportions: a lean
body with small sprouting muscles, a perky bubble butt, a tight tummy and a
stately protruding chest with cute little thumbnail boy tits.

Sammy, however, had no appreciation for his own beauty. His attention was
fixed on his dick and, wanting a closer look, he grabbed a hand held 20x
magnifying mirror, sat down on the toilet lid and embarked on exploring his
erogenous zone. Spreading his legs at an almost 180% degree angle and
holding the mirror between his inner thighs, he pulled his little ballsack
up to get a good look at its underbelly. He studied his thin ticklish taint
between the base of his sack and the outer edge of his crack.  He pressed
his finger on that mysterious button at the base of his spermatic cord,
immediately making his shaft swell and swoon. It felt so good. He smiled
widely again bearing his adorable dimples.

The truth is, Sammy loved his ballsack and was easily distracted by it. It
was so damn springy and spongy, like finger jello. He sunk his fingers into
it, poked it, tugged and pulled on its soft skin, stretching it as far he
could in all directions for no other reason than simple amusement. He
played with himself like a puppy with its favorite toy Ð seesawing
between the pursuit of sweet sensations and just mere merriment.

Soon, however, merriment gave way to renewed arousal as Sammy began to more
closely investigate his scrotum flesh while softly stroking it with his
fingers. Goose bumps again laminated his tightening sack.

His fingers gently embraced each of his testicles, caressing them, one
after another. Sammy then cupped his ballsack and squeezed it, once again
putting pressure on his lower spermatic cord causing his cock to leap for
joy yet a second time.


"Ahhh" sighed Sammy, grinning and tilting his head back, sending his long
golden hair cascading down his back. After several more unhurried squeezes,
dick dilations and sighs, the mirror finally dropped from Sammy's hand. His
attention was now on his cock and he had one simple objective: make it feel
good.


Sammy then swung his head back over his groin causing his long silky hair
to swoosh over his beloved shaft, encircling it like a golden curtain and
hiding it from Angie's view. His nimble spine arched as his bronze body
contorted forward. With one hand engulfing his balls and the other gripping
his hard shaft, he stared with affection into the lips of his cock. "I love
you, Dicky!" Sammy whispered.

He then kissed his cock on the lips and began playing a finger duet on the
upper backside of his thin instrument, one fingertip on his frenulum and
another just below it Ð each messaging in a small circular pattern.


After two minutes of playing with his shaft like a flute, Sammy suddenly
let go to watch his gasping cock teem and teeter on the edge of
detonation. He thought it was cool how his entire shaft seemed to boil and
sizzle and tremor and how its underside magically grew lungs Ð fiercely
palpitating as if out of breath Ð and how its cotton-mouthed lips seemed
to quiver in desperate thirst.

Near orgasms were entertaining spectacles for Sammy. He found great
satisfaction in repeatedly watching and feeling his dick come alive and he
was in no rush to copulate. He waited a good minute until his cock
convulsions were done.

Sammy then grabbed a fistful of his hanging mane and molded it into a soft
little hairbrush and commenced to tickle, tease and titillate his shaft on
all sides. Soon, however, his pets became like prods and his tickles began
to sting like fiery pricks. Fire engulfed his ember as it neared volcanic
rupture.


Relenting, Sammy pulled his hair back in retreat and once again joyously
watched his burning shaft boing, bounce and boogie - beating the air in
near ejaculation. He then patiently waited before re-engaging his cock. His
eyes were now sleepy. He was ready to orgasm.


Leaning back against the toilet in preparation for the grand finale, Sammy
grabbed his balls in one hand and his cock with the other and let his
spinning fingertips do a repeat performance on his lower spermatic cord and
his frenulum G spot.


Within 30 seconds, a billion bursting firecrackers silently exploded in
Sammy's bulging cock, inciting a raging tempest that not even a cock ten
times its size could contain. Angie stared in reverent silence as Sammy's
geyser of spiritual molten lava burst from his cock lips, his shaft engine
vibrating in overdrive as it pumped and pumped and pumped.

After a minute of orgasmic pandemonium, Sammy's exhausted body fell
limp. With arms flung to the sides, legs wide apart and his big eyes fixed
on the ceiling fan, Sammy lay motionless for several seconds, allowing his
cock time to soften so he could finally take a pee.


Angie was tired too yet anxious to chronicle Sammy's three ejaculations in
her diary. Still, she couldn't tear herself away from the sight of his
porcelain-like flesh sprawled out over the toilet seat. Sammy eventually
stood up, pissed in the toilet, walked back to his room, dropped flat on
his bed and fell asleep. His show was done.

Angie immediately rushed down the hall to her room, picked up her laptop,
hopped on her bed and in accordance with her nightly ritual and inspired by
her most arousing spiritual experience to date, added the following poetic
entry to her daily diary:


July 10, 2010

My 15th night watching Simba bonk his pillow, and my bro managed surprised
me. Can't believe the little tiger had so much in him!! I mean, one after
the other...3 fucks in total. CHRIST!!

And he showed IT to me! i mean...his big luscious lollypop!! OMG!!! The
whole erect thing!! Must have been five or six inches long and so innocent
looking too. BUT now i know that his virgin cock is as needy and demanding
as a big, harry teen cock! i had no idea!! That sneaky boy!!

Then there's that cute, virile little satchel of his...just hanging there
Ð holding his manly seed. Yuuuuuummmmmyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!!!!!!!!


	Dear God, please oh please give me a present for my birthday:
SIMBA!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Ohh...Simba, you are so gorgeous, so slender, so soft, your ass so round
and bubbly, your muscles so tight and strong, your cock so long and
suckable...Oh Jesus, i'm still horny!!

Needing one more orgasm tonight. Gotta go use my fingers.

Now my day's through, I bid you adieu.



with that, Angie put down her computer and began to rub her already
moistened clitoris, pressing harder and harder until finally penetrating
herself. In 10 minutes time, her little virgin pussy gave way to
celebration as she moaned in delight and quivered in ecstasy.

Angie was now ready to read her novel and fall asleep. But first she had to
pee. On the way to the bathroom, however, she heard a surprising moan
coming from her brother's room. She peeked in and there was her supine
half-asleep brother, staring at the ceiling with his cock outstretched Ð
standing upright like a branch in high winds, hard and beautiful, pulsating
in the moonlight.


To be continued...