Page 48 of Sam & Justin

“Except for that blanket.” I looked over at the phone to see Justin smiling on the screen. “That very ugly blanket.”

I fought the urge to flip him off. Instead, I took off the blanket, letting him see all of me. “Your turn.”

It was his turn to take a few minutes and get himself all situated. I don’t know how the hell he managed to get his phone propped up on his bed, but I had a damn nice view. His cock was the main focus, but I could see his bare chest, his hairy thighs, his gorgeous face. “Do you like what you see?”

“So damn much.” It wasn’t as good as it was in person, but beggars couldn’t be choosers. Especially when he started stroking his dick. I could see the bead of precum on his tip, and I wished I could taste it. “Thumb over your slit. Get that.”

He moaned when his thumb brushed over his head. He sucked his thumb into his mouth and my dick throbbed at the image. Holy fuck. I started to stroke myself, trying to match his pace. Wished it was his hand wrapped around me. Wished I could feel the way his staggered breathing felt against my skin, the way I did that night. He gave me a few instructions, telling me how to grip my dick and when to add a little twist. I did the same, talking him through jacking himself off the way I’d have done it.

“You feel so good,” he moaned after I told him to cup his balls.

“Wish I was there. I’d suck your cock dry,” I panted out. “Let you fuck into my face til you emptied your load down my throat. Bet I’d get off just from that.” The strangled sound he made had my dick leaking. “Or I’d get real close and let you finish me off. However the hell you wanted. Hands, fingers, mouth, cock. Anything you wanted.” The words were staggered with heavy breathing, because just the idea of him using me the way he wanted? Damn.

“Mouth,” he panted out. “I’d bend you over and eat you out until you came. No hands on your cock, no friction from the mattress. Nothing but my tongue and my fingers working you—” He groaned. “Damn it Sam, I want to taste you so bad. I want to feel you cum with my fingers in your ass. I’ve already felt it on my dick. Do you want that?”

My hand was moving so fast over my dick now. I was so fucking close, thinking about his dick in my mouth. Thinking about his tongue in my ass. Thinking about his fingers wrapped around me. Thinking about him. Just about him. The way he smelled, the sounds he made, the weight of his body on mine in bed.

“Fuuuck,” I cried out as I shot ribbons of jizz over my chest. The sight set him off. The angle of the camera made it hotter, especially when a few spurts hit his phone. It was one of the hottest things I’d seen, and fuck…

We both stayed there for a few minutes. We were panting, covered in jizz, and just looking at each other. I wanted to reach through the phone and touch him, pull him in close and kiss him until the cum dried on both of us. I wanted to pull him into the shower and help him wash it off. I wanted to fall asleep with him in my arms.

I wanted to see him. Ineededto see him.

“Come visit me.” My filter was broken after that orgasm, and there’d been no way to fight the invitation. “Next weekend. I want to see you.”

He reached down and picked up his phone, bringing it up closer to his face. His eyes were all cloudy with that post-orgasmic bliss, but he was smiling big. “You mean it?”

“I do. If you don’t believe me, I’ll text you tomorrow. Invite you again.”

Because now that I’d said it, it was all I wanted. I wanted him to want it too. So damn bad.

“Next weekend?”

“Yeah.”

“Let me check my calendar. I want to see you too.”

We talked for a few more minutes. When we hung up, I cleaned myself off and fell asleep with a smile on my face.

18

One Month After the Reunion

When Sam first suggested that I come visit, post-orgasm, I hadn’t been sure if he’d been serious or not. It could have just been something that he said while coming down from the high of our long distance hookup. It could have been something he said in the moment, because he was tired and because he’d been missing me. Then he invited me again the next day, when we were texting on our lunch breaks. He asked if I’d given any thought to his invitation, and I knew that he meant it.

I accepted immediately.

I spent the next week buzzing with excitement. Rachel made more than a few comments about the way I was smiling as I moved around the office. My sister picked up on my excitement, and after she dragged out where I was going, started teasing me relentlessly about my crush. I might have been more botheredif it weren’t for the fact that neither of them were wrong. I was acting like a giddy school boy, and I did have a crush.

The nerves kicked in the day before I left.

We’d texted every day since the reunion. We’d had a few other late night video chats, and they didn’t all dissolve into getting off while the other watched. We had even finished the first two seasons of my favorite show, taking it an episode or two a night. I had no reason to be nervous, but I was. What if the chemistry from the reunion wasn’t there without it? What if it had all been spurred by nothing more than nostalgia and the copious amounts of alcohol served at the reunion? What if it didn’t stand up when we were face-to-face without a schedule of activities to keep us busy?

I came close to canceling my trip. I started writing a message to Sam saying something came up, then he texted to say that he couldn’t wait to see me. I deleted the message.

I left work after lunch on Friday. Rachel told me to have a good time. The first butterfly formed in my stomach when I hit the interstate just outside of Gomillion. They multiplied every mile. By the time I saw the sign announcing that King’s Bay was only ten miles away, I could have opened a butterfly garden. There were that many fluttering around in my gut. I felt a little nauseous by the time I pulled up in front of the address Sam gave me.

It was a squat, one floor brick building. The front of the building was all windows with closed blinds keeping prying eyes from looking in. I parked my car on the street in front of the buildingand took a deep breath before I climbed out. The butterflies calmed down.