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Tommy

Ipulled in behind Amos at the BnB, and after we went through the door, he pulled his shirt up and over his head, coming toward me with both hands.

My cock instantly took notice. Our mouths met and our tongues danced together as Amos all but inhaled me.

I pushed Amos onto his bed and straddled him, letting my tongue make its way from his mouth down to his perfectly formed nipples that hardened with my touch.

I was desperate for him, and the quick intake of breath as I bit down on that amazing nipple just spurred me on. I slowly worked my way back up and nibbled on his delicious, muscular neck, my tongue moving along the hard muscles that tensed for me there. I felt my cock tight against my zipper, knowing I’d have a wet spot there when I finally freed it.

When Amos grabbed me, turning me over, I exclaimed in shock, then almost laughed as he climbed on top, letting his crotch grind into mine, which quickly caused the laugh to die in my throat.

“Fuck!”

he exclaimed. “This, you and I… It’s been all I could think of for… well, fuck, for years,”

he said. Amos licked my neck, then sucked on it. I was sure I was going to have a hickey if he sucked much harder, but for the life of me, I couldn’t have stopped him even if I’d wanted to, and I sure as hell didn’t want to.

My cock had gotten so hard it hurt. Amos slipped his big hand between us and unbuttoned my jeans, causing me to sigh into his shoulder with relief as my cock was freed. He jumped off the bed and pulled my jeans off.

Once he removed his own, he climbed back on and ground our underwear-clad bodies together, sucking on my neck, nibbling and sending chills all down my body.

“Can I fuck you?”

Amos asked as I was arching back in response to how amazing it felt to have his cock on me again.

I looked at him, concerned. “Um, Amos…”

“It’s okay,”

he said, staring down at me. “We don’t have to…”

He was about to slide off me when I reached up and held him there. “You know… um… you know how this is for me, right?”

I asked, sorry the excitement had dimmed.

To my surprise, he smiled and nodded. “Yeah, and, baby, it means the same to me… Let me have you, Tommy. I’ve wanted you for so long…”

My breath hitched, and I would’ve gotten emotional had Amos not ground that amazing cock of his into me once again. “Yeah,”

I repeated, “I want all of you.”

That’s all I needed to say. Amos had my underwear off in no time flat, then sucked down my entire cock, causing me to arch back again, this time moaning like there was no tomorrow.

“Goddamn, you’re going to make me come!”

I said, and Amos just chuckled around my cock.

I stilled his head, ’cause for real, I was getting close. I pushed him over onto his back, crawled on top, putting my cock at his mouth, and then sucked him into mine. At least this way I would be somewhat distracted as I explored him again.

God, I loved his perfect cock. Not enormous, like I’d seen from someone who’d drawn a cartoon caricature of him for a porn site I had visited maybe a few too many times. No, his cock was just a little bigger than average with a nice girth that fit perfectly into my mouth.

I immediately forced it to the back of my throat and swallowed, enjoying how it felt to have his head bounce off the back of my tonsils. Amos’s scent was another thing that sent me into overdrive. I’d always lusted after him, and here, right where his balls met his cock, it was like swimming in pure erotic Amos-scented pheromones.

I was so focused on him, devouring that cock again, feeling him inside my mouth as I inhaled the aroma of him— one that I’d dreamed of for years now— that when Amos’s fingers began to explore my hole, I almost jumped.

Luckily I maintained my composure because the feel of having his fingers teasing me was a true dream come true.

I moaned as his cock slipped in and out of the back of my throat, and I swallowed again and again as he probed deeper and deeper.

I was close to the edge again, so I pulled out of his mouth and laid back so he could straddle me. Amos immediately complied, but before he moved between my legs, he reached over into his suitcase, which lay open next to the bed, and pulled out lube.

“Um,”

he looked at me, then bit his lower lip. “I… I don’t have a condom. I can just finger fuck you though.”

“You on PrEP?”

I asked, and he nodded. “Been sexually active much in the last six months?”

Amos shook his head.

“I’m on PrEP and haven’t had sex with someone in almost a year, besides this,”

I said, holding up my right hand.

Amos smiled. “So, I can fuck you bare?”

I nodded. “You can fuck me any way you want,”

I said causing us both to snicker.

He leaned over and took my cock back into his mouth, and in what had to be a perfect Amos move, opened the lube and began to apply it to himself while he continued to send me into the stratosphere with that amazing mouth of his.

He popped off my cock, then lined his up to my hole. “I… I should prep you more, but Goddamn, I just want to be inside you. I’ll go slow, I promise.”

I shook my head but smiled. “I trust you, Amos,”

I said, and he paused, his face becoming serious.

“That means more to me than you’ll ever know,”

he whispered as he came forward and kissed me gently. Then he leaned back up, pushed the head of his cock to my hole, and began to move it up and down, massaging me, urging me to open for him.

I didn’t need much persuasion. I wanted… no, fuck that, I needed Amos inside me, and like for no other man I’d ever known, it only took the slightest work before his glorious head slipped inside me. “Fuck,”

I moaned and Amos froze, allowing me to get used to him and the burn that came with it.

That only lasted a second, and already the feel of being filled up by Amos was so enticing I deliberately pushed my own ass up against him, forcing Amos’s cock further inside. “Fuck,”

he called out, and just seeing him begin to lose control was all I needed. My ass wanted him and didn’t seem to mind the burn that came with taking his cock inside.

I used my feet, which were now on his shoulders, to force my ass up and down that glorious shaft of his. It only took a moment, and I was able to take him all, and the grin Amos gave me would be an image I hoped to never fucking forget.

He put those big hands on either side of my hips, lifted me up, and fucked deep, causing my nervous system to short-circuit. It took a moment for me to come back to my senses, in time to hear myself calling out his name, “Amos, fuck… Yeah, fuck me deep!”

I didn’t need to tell him; he was already doing it. His body slammed into mine, then slowly drew back and did it again… Each time he’d move slightly faster, each time sending me deeper and deeper into ecstasy.

We fucked long and hard, my body hungering for him even more as he thrust into me. Finally, he slowed. “On all fours, Tommy. I want to hold you while we fuck!”

I didn’t need to be told twice. I quickly got on all fours, until Amos’s big arms wrapped around me, sitting me back, leaning into him. His cock slowly filled my ass again, and his head rested on my shoulder as he began to fuck me from behind.

His breath danced across my ear, and he whispered my name as he took his pleasure from me. God, how I wanted him, how I wanted this, but I couldn’t have known how being taken like this as he held me would make me feel so much more than I already did.

“I love you,”

he whispered, then repeated, “I love you, Tommy, with all my heart!”

Again tears pricked my eyes, but before I could get more emotional, my orgasm began, and I arched into him crying, “Fuck, I’m going to come… deeper… harder… deeper, Amos, fuck me…”

Even though neither of us were touching my cock, come burst out of me, and every molecule inside me erupted as well.

My mind was mush, except I had enough conscious thought left to realize that Amos was coming as well. Within seconds of me, Amos emptied his cock into my ass. And he held me tighter and tighter as his body slowly released.

For several glorious seconds, Amos held me as I went all but limp in his embrace; then we both fell to the bed, gingerly avoiding the wet spots I’d sprayed all over the bed.

We slept in each other’s arms as the afterglow instantly took us.

Euphoric— that’s the word that best described my feelings in that moment. We slept, then woke up and showered, then fooled around some more. After the night of passion, I followed Amos back to the practice field and watched as the kids went through drills. I guess having loved him, and after making love without any of the mishaps from our earlier years, I saw him in a different light.

He was happy out there, happy playing on the field, and happy messing around with the kids, teasing them, then hounding them to do better.

Jake clearly enjoyed working with Amos too. I mean, who wouldn’t? Even if he wasn’t famous, he was fun to be around. I sighed as I thought about what being in a relationship with me would mean for Amos. He said he didn’t care, but how could he not?

It was too much for him to give up his career for me. With that in mind, I walked down to the field and reminded Jake to send me the permission slips for all the kids, hoping I’d at least get the permissions I needed for the kids I wanted to use in my pictures.

I drove back to the hotel, opened my laptop, and began writing. I wanted to do a couple articles, the first one being just “Where is Amos Clark?”

The next would be after the kids were actually playing against other teams. I’d have to come back for that.

I’d interview the kids and Jake then, and hopefully, this article would generate enough interest for me to get paid well. It sucked that it almost always came back down to money. I needed to make a living. At least this way, I was making a living doing something good and not evil.

Unfortunately, journalism seemed to walk that fine line between the two.