Chapter 16 - Geno-type pt. 16

Sam was already ten minutes late for his last class period, but he wasn’t in any hurry to get there; he had a pass after all. Part of Sam wanted to just leave now and get ready for tonight, but he knew that that wasn’t really an option. He lived too far away from school to walk it. Well, he could walk it, but by the time he got home it would have been quicker to wait for the bus.
           
There was also that little detail about today being the final lab project. If he skipped class he would have to do a make-up lab. It was just all around easier to go now and do it in a group.
           
Sam got to the chemistry lab and walked right in. The teacher gave him a look of disapproval; obviously she was upset that Sam was so late for a final project. Sam just flashed his slip of paper from the principal’s office and set it down on her desk. Looking around the classroom Sam could see that his normal lab partner had been reassigned to a different group. Sam figured he’d be going it alone for this project and grabbed a worksheet from the stack on the teacher’s desk and then went to take a seat at an empty lab station.
           
“You’ll need a partner for this exercise, Sam.” The teacher said. She then looked around the class. Pretty much all lab groups were comprised of three people, with a few scattered groups of two. “Do we have any volunteers from the full groups to help Sam with this project?”
           
Sam would have much rather just joined one of the groups of two and made it easier, but he supposed that the teacher didn’t want to give him ten minutes of free work. Sam figured he’d end up in one of the other groups anyway since no one would want to start their lab over.
           
A single hand rose from the back of the room. Sam was slightly surprised, but the only indication of it on his face was a slightly raised eyebrow. Sam didn’t know this guy; not well, anyway. Sure, they had had the same class all semester, but Sam was not the most outgoing individual.
           
The other guy had very sandy brown hair that was mashed into a beige beanie. What bit of his hair that was visible under the beanie was wild and unkempt; it curled upwards in the back, and the bangs swished outwards in the front. Pretty much all of his clothes were light earthy tones; tan blazer, tight, brown pants, a grey V neck, and a beige scarf. Like Sam, he had glasses, but his were thin-framed and very circular. They looked like something that John Lennon or Harry Potter would wear.
           
Now that Sam noticed the guy he noticed something else, too. He had not stopped staring at Sam the entire time. Well to be more precise, his eyes were glued to the massive outline of Sam’s cock that was clearly visible through his jeans.
           
“Very well then, Dalton.” The teacher gestured for the boy in brown. “Take your papers and join Sam at the other lab station.”
           
Dalton couldn’t believe his luck. He had always thought Sam was kind of cute, but he had never expected him to be packing as much as he was. Not as big as those dudes last night, but let’s be reasonable. At least, Sammy boy here was well within the realm of physical possibility. It was like there was a big dick pandemic and Dalton was given front row seats.
           
Sam thought that Dalton seemed decent enough, but there was something about him that didn’t sit right with him. Dalton came up and extended his hand for a handshake with Sam. Sam returned the handshake and then took his seat. They had to hurry if they were to make up for lost time.
           
Dalton could tell that Sam was giving him the silent treatment; then again Sam gave everyone the silent treatment. Dalton would have to play his cards right. The one major advantage that Dalton had going for him is that he already knew that Sam was gay. Everyone in school knew it, actually.
           
Sam began setting up the various beakers and burners needed for this experiment. Judging from the worksheet it seemed very basic; mix two chemicals, heat, and stir. They should be able to get this finished in record time. Sam wasn’t even sure why the teacher had made him take a partner. Sam would probably end up doing all the work by himself.
           
The experiment itself went very quickly. Sam heated up both of the chemicals and poured them into a large beaker. The new liquid began bubbling violently and changing colors.
           
Sam was too fixated on the class work for Dalton’s tastes. He would have to find some way of getting Sam to open up. “I like your piercings.”
           
“Thanks” was the only response that Sam gave.
           
“Those are new, aren’t they?” Dalton asked, noticing that there was still a little redness around some of the piercings; especially the two on Sam’s lower lip.
           
“I just got them a week ago.” Sam was going to leave it at that, but he could tell that Dalton was genuinely trying to get him to talk. Sam forced himself to give up a little more information. “For my birthday. My dad said I could get pierced once I turn sixteen. So on my birthday he took me in and paid for them.”
           
“Well, it looks really cute on you.” Dalton was watching Sam’s reactions like a hawk. As much as Sam liked to give off this aura of not having any emotions, Dalton knew better. When Dalton referred to Sam’s piercings as cute, Sam bit his lower lip a bit. Dalton knew he was getting somewhere. Dalton leaned in closer and whispered into Sam’s ear. “Or maybe it’s just you who are cute.”
           
Sam didn’t respond to this, but Dalton could tell it was working. Sam’s cheeks started to redden a bit, even though he still had the same look of calm determination on his face.
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Do you have any tattoos?” Dalton asked.
           
“None, yet.” Sam replied. Then after a brief pause he explained. “I would love to get some, but my dad says I have to wait until I am eighteen.”
           
“Ah. You’d look great with some tattoos. Maybe one on that nice ass of yours.” Dalton said seductively. Sam’s face turned another shade of red.
           
Sam was not used to this sort of attention. He didn’t dislike it, but he was well outside of his comfort zone. Sam had to admit that Dalton was pretty cute, though. Sam could feel his dick twitching and coming to life. Sam really didn’t want to bone in the middle of class. It was hard enough to hide his bulge when he was soft. He wouldn’t be able to hide it from anyone if he got hard.
           
Dalton could actually see Sam’s piece swelling in his pant leg. Dalton was getting turned on too, but he figured he could use this to his advantage. Dalton sat up in his chair and placed his hand gently on Sam’s leg. Under normal circumstances this would be a harmless enough gesture, but because of Sam’s impressive semi, Dalton’s hand was now resting directly on top of Sam’s dick.
           
Dalton could actually feel Sam’s dick swelling under the palm of his hand. Dalton rubbed his hand gently up and down Sam’s thigh; rubbing Sam’s cock up and down in the process.
           
Sam tried his best to finish the project, but the pleasure was getting to be too distracting. He looked over at Dalton sitting next to him. Dalton seemed to be completely focused on doing the lab write-up, but Sam knew better. Sam looked down and could see Dalton’s own large erection tenting in his pants.
           
The entire class period went like this. Sam sitting at the lab desk trying to hide his erection, while Dalton would walk around and get the supplies they needed and do the writing. Whenever Dalton would drop off another tool or chemical they needed for the experiments, he would be sure to lean in close enough to give Sam’s earlobe a quick nibble before returning to his tasks as if nothing had happened.
           
Sam was going crazy. Dalton had kept him fully hard for almost the whole hour. Every time he thought he could start to calm down, Dalton would come by and edge him again. Sam had begun leaking already, too. He had never been one to have a lot of precum, but that seemed to change with his latest growth spurt. The wet spot on his leg was getting larger by the second.
           
Dalton and Sam were the last two students left in the lab. The teacher was just waiting for them to turn in their project so she could leave as well. Dalton finished the last little bit of the write up and was getting up to deliver it to the teacher. He gave Sam’s cock another playful squeeze, but was surprised by how wet it was. Dalton looked down and could see the large pool of pre forming on Sam’s leg.
           
Sam gave a silent whimper; his eyes were pleading with Dalton for release. Sam’s face had gotten paler than it normally was, and his cheeks were turning bright red. If Dalton didn’t know any better he would be afraid that Sam had a fever.
           
Dalton pulled his hand away. It was covered in Sam’s pre. Dalton said to Sam “Don’t worry, I’ll handle the clean up.” Dalton discretely licked his hand. Dalton was giving Sam the dirtiest bedroom eyes he could muster while he licked his hand clean. Sam could see what Dalton was doing perfectly, but the teacher was still completely in the dark. This somehow made Sam get even harder.
           
Dalton turned in the papers, and then went back to the lab. He began gathering up beakers and putting them in the bin to be cleaned; all except for one beaker. Sam wasn’t sure why Dalton would leave an empty beaker on the table, but he soon found out.
           
Dalton was moving the last burner off the table when he “accidentally” knocked over the last beaker. The beaker tipped over, but it was empty so nothing splashed out on anyone. Dalton yelled as if it had, though. “Oh, shit. Sorry dude.” Dalton grabbed Sam by the arm and lifted him up.
           
Sam instinctively jumped to his feet. He turned even paler white as the teacher looked over at him; the large pool of pre running down his leg. The teacher just turned to Dalton and asked “Which beaker was that?”
           
Dalton acted all flustered and confused. “I don’t know. One of the clear ones?”
           
The teacher shook her head. “That’s half the chemicals we worked with today. Are you familiar with exposure procedures?”
           
Sam just looked completely bewildered, but Dalton stepped in. “Leave it to me, ma’am. It’s my fault he got soaked anyway.”
           
The teacher nodded and turned to Sam. “I’ll leave you in Dalton’s care, unless you have any complaints.”
           
Sam was still a little confused, but he shook his head no. The teacher nodded to him and said “Dalton, help him quickly, we can’t risk prolonged exposure to the skin. I’ll leave you two alone and see to it you are left in private.” She then turned and left the lab.
           
Sam didn’t even have time to ask Dalton what he was up to because as soon as the door was shut Dalton planted a big kiss right on Sam’s lips. When they broke apart Dalton whispered lasciviously into Sam’s ear as he undid Sam’s belt. “You heard the lady. Off with them.”
           
Sam finally caught on. Dalton had faked a chemical spill so that Sam would have to strip and decontaminate. Ironically Sam was about to get a lot dirtier than he was before.
           
Dalton pulled Sam’s pants down around his legs. Sam’s impressive erection sprung free from its denim prison at last. Dalton was in awe of the huge cock that was standing rigid in front of his face. He could not hold back any more. Dalton began licking and sucking Sam’s cock as best he could while pulling off layer after layer of his own clothes.
           
Sam pulled off his own shirt while Dalton was stripping in front of him. Sam was too lost in his own lust to worry about the ramifications of what they were doing. Sam didn’t really even know this guy, but here they were, getting it on in the chemistry lab.
           
In a matter of seconds both boys were completely naked and were back to kissing each other. They were both very similar in height which made kissing a lot easier. Dalton pushed in closer and slipped his tongue in. Sam was taken off guard for a second, but then began using his tongue as well.
           
Dalton could feel Sam’s piercings brushing against his lips and tongue. He would also get a little taste of metal mixed in with Sam’s saliva as they continue to make out. Dalton was really getting into it and began to grind his cock into Sam’s. Dalton’s cock was quite thick for its length and so even though Sam’s dick was twice as long as Dalton’s it was just a little thicker.
           
Dalton couldn’t believe how long Sam’s cock was; it dwarfed his own. Sam’s dick was also still leaking pre. Dalton had never even managed to cum as much as Sam’s dick had already leaked, and Sam wasn’t even cumming yet.  We’ll just have to fix that. Dalton thought to himself.
           
Dalton managed to slip out a few words in between kisses. “I need… your dick…” Dalton exclaimed breathlessly. He then broke away from Sam and walked back over to his bag. Dalton had a large messenger bag instead of a normal backpack. Dalton reached into the front pocket and pulled out a bottle. “I just bought this this morning. I never imagined I would be using it already.”
           
Sam could feel the cool, wet sensation spread across his cock as Dalton poured his lube right onto it. Dalton then returned to passionately kissing Sam while he guided them slowly to the floor. Once Sam was on the floor Dalton grabbed Sam’s cock and held it upright as he slowly brought his ass down on it.
           
Sam could feel it as Dalton’s ass slowly took in all of is long cock. Dalton’s hole sucked up inch after inch; showing no signs of slowing, until finally Dalton’s ass slapped up against Sam’s large, full balls.
           
Dalton couldn’t believe how deep it was in there. He had taken all of Sam’s dick easy enough, but this was by far the deepest he had ever been penetrated. He could feel Sam’s dick brushing against the sweet spot deep within him. Dalton began working his hips up and down; letting Sam’s cock slide in and out of him. Dalton could feel the urge to cum rising up inside him, but he still wasn’t fully recovered from last night. He managed to let loose one good, strong shot before he was completely spent again.
           
The sensation of Dalton’s ass swallowing all of Sam’s cock was beyond anything he could imagine. It was warm and slick, and tight. Add on to this the muscles at Dalton’s hole shifting and sucking as Dalton ride Sam’s shaft up and down. Sam was trying to hold back cumming to make this last as long as he could when he felt Dalton’s jizz splatter across his face. There wasn’t that much of it, and it was fairly clear and thin. Dalton had managed to get good distance though. Sam wiped Dalton’s cum off of his face with his fingers and then licked his fingers.
           
Sam wasn’t sure what he was expecting from Dalton’s cum, but he had to admit, the taste was not bad. It was salty and bitter, but much mellower than Sam had expected. It was a shame there was not all that much of it.
           
Sam was also getting really close to cumming as well. He wanted to hold back and keep going as long as he could. Even though Dalton had already gotten off he was still riding Sam’s dick like a champ. Sam watched as Dalton pumped up and down on his shaft; Dalton’s now soft dick was flopping up and down with him as he went. Sam just couldn’t take it any more.
           
Dalton could feel Sam tense up under him. He knew it was time, and judging by the size of Sam’s large, full balls this would be a shot to remember. Dalton could feel Sam cumming hard inside him. The warm spooge flooding his insides, and churning away as Dalton continued to ride Sam’s cock up and down. Dalton had expected Sam to slow down after two or three shots, but he continued to fire; shot after gooey shot.
           
Dalton was getting filled to capacity. He could feel the excess spooge leaking out of him even though Sam’s dick had plugged him up pretty tight, and yet Sam was still cumming. Dalton was loving the sensation and was starting to get hard again as he felt the warm froth leak out of him.
           
Sam watched in awe as his cum was spilling out of Dalton, but Dalton refused to even slow his pace. Dalton was obviously tiring at this point. His legs were shaking. His pace slowing, but he kept going. Dalton came again, but there was very little to show for it; just a little dribble as his dick spasmed.
           
After Dalton came the second time, he was just too tired to continue. He slowly lifted himself off of Sam’s still rock hard, and still spurting cock. Once Dalton had completely lifted himself off of Sam’s dick, all that pent up cum inside him started spilling out. There was a lot of it, too. Dalton could feel himself deflating as wave after wave of jizz flooded out his hole and down his legs.
           
Dalton couldn’t believe that Sam was still cumming, but sure enough, jets of cum were arcing through the air before him. Sam was making a mess of the lab and showing no signs of stopping. Dalton got down on his knees and began sucking the Sam’s cock; swallowing as much of the cum as he could. When he needed a breather he would pull back from Sam’s dick and let it spray all over his face and chest. Dalton wished more than anything that he could have Sam’s stamina and sheer volume of cum.
           
Finally Sam’s spurts began to slow down and then trickle to a stop. Dalton crawled up next to Sam and kissed him again on the lips. This time Dalton had a little something extra, for Sam, though.
           
As soon as they locked lips Sam could tell something was different. The taste was completely new. As Sam forced his tongue into Dalton’s mouth he quickly realized what it was. Dalton’s mouth was completely full of Sam’s cum.
           
Dalton returned the favor and pushed his tongue into Sam’s mouth. The two of them lay there for awhile letting their tongues rub against each other as the mixture of jizz and spit was blended and a foamy froth. Finally when both of them were tired, they broke the embrace and swallowed their halves of the blend.
           
Dalton got up and wiped as much of Sam’s cum off of his face and chest as he could with his boxers, and then shoved the boxers into his bag. The two boys dressed in relative silence, but one or the other would steal a quick kiss on the cheek when they thought they could get way with it.
           
Once they were fully dressed, they left the lab as inconspicuously as possible. School was long since over, and the halls were relatively deserted. As the two of them walked down the hallways, Sam finally worked up the nerve to speak.
           
“Was that a one time thing?” Sam asked. His aloof veneer had crumbled by now, and he was obviously nervous.
           
“It doesn’t have to be.” Dalton said as nonchalantly as he could manage. Dalton had to admit, he originally just wanted to have a quick one with Sam because of Sam’s huge cock, but now that they had done it, he was seeing a different side to Sam. Sam’s normally stoic appearance had faded, leaving a nervous and blushing kid. Dalton genuinely thought Sam was adorable. It had been a long time since Dalton had had anything other than a one night stand.
           
“So should we switch numbers or something?” Sam said while he fumbled through his bag for a piece of paper.
           
“I’ll do you one better.” Dalton said as he pulled out his phone and typed in it and then handed it to Sam. Sam could see that it was already set up for Sam to type in his own phone number into Dalton’s contact list. Sam gave the phone back and Dalton began typing again.
           
Sam’s phone buzzed and so he pulled it and checked it. He had a new message from a new number; he assumed this was Dalton. The message read “See ya later, sexy ;)”
           
Dalton could see Sam’s cheeks flush a little redder so he knew Sam was reading his message. Dalton brushed back Sam’s hair and kissed him on the forehead.
           
Sam looked back up to see Dalton backing away with his hand to the side of his head like a telephone as he mouthed “call me.”     
