Refugee

Chapter Six - Out of the Frying Pan.

Samir was lying in the sleeping bag facing Amar; he was listening to what the older boy was telling him.

Amar spoke quietly next to Samir's ear. An ear so delightful he wanted to lick it and nibble the earlobe. He told Samir that Ayberk, the truck driver, would be taking them to a town in Turkey. Amar explained Samir would be in the cab, but he himself would have to hide on the truck.

He never told Samir why he was being taken there, or how dangerous it would be for himself. Of course, Samir was silent and asked no questions. He just kept looking into Amar's eyes.

The boy had melted Amar's heart. He did make sure though, to tell Samir if something went wrong, if he ended up alone, he would have to go on by himself. He mustn't look back. He had to do whatever he could to reach Europe. It was the only safe place.

Samir frowned when Amar told him he might have to go on alone. His arm slid gently down Amar's side, feeling his body beneath his clothes.

Amar gave his best reassuring smile then turned over. He didn't want to stop looking into Samir’s eyes, but he was hard and he was not going to do anything to Samir. It was a surprise when he felt the boy's arm move over his waist, grip his clothes, and tug him to move back and face him.

Amar was looking across the tent towards Mohammad who was watching him with that nasty grin of his. Amar’s hand rested on Samir's. He didn't want to look at Mohammad, but he was frightened Samir would feel his erection if he turned back.

The young boy was insistent, so Amar relented and rolled over to face him. Samir smiled. He intertwined his fingers with Amar's, then turned away from Amar and pulled him up behind him.

Amar knew the boy wanted to be held tight. 'What the hell,' he thought. Amar snuggled up and they spooned together. No way could Samir not notice he was hard. He was so fucking hard it was painful.

Samir squeezed his hand, moved both their hands down between his legs. When Amar went to pull back, as if it was an accident to find his hand there. But Samir wouldn't let go and firmly pushed Amar's hand into his groin.

Amar was very excited. It took every ounce of his will power to whisper, "We should sleep."

Samir let go of Amar's hand, moved back to face him, and his hands went to the top of Amar's jeans.

Samir’s eyes held Amar's. He licked his top lip with his tongue.
Amar was lost in his senses. Their passion was like a volcano, a heat that simmered in both boys.

Amar was overwhelmed by the force of his desire built up by the younger boy. He could not hold back the eruption nor control his emotions.

Spent, he lay back, sighed and exhaled. Then reached out to Samir and undid his jeans.

His hands found bare skin and a large erect penis. He grabbed the whole of the younger boy's dick and started to move his hand along it. In a very short time Amar felt the boy's whole body move with the force of his orgasm, but there was no ejaculation. He saw in Samir's face the moment of supreme pleasure.

He touched that face with his hand. Samir smiled and rolled back away from him. Amar snuggled into him. His newly hard cock resting in the groove of that lovely arse. The thought crossed his mind, but he said no to himself. That was enough.