Page 55 of Sam & Justin
But that was a problem for future Justin to figure out.
Tonight, my boyfriend was here. He was within kissing distance, and I was wasting time not enjoying that. I needed to remedy the situation. He put down his book, and Biscuits jumped off his lap as I leaned down to kiss Sam. He laughed into the kiss and tugged me down on top of him. I felt like a teenager, making out on the couch with a hot guy. Except that hadn’t been my teenage experience.
I’d not made out with anyone in high school. Not like this. Not the kind of make out sessions that had me panting against his lips and fire spreading through my limbs. That left me desperate for more. I was practically dry humping him over our clothing. And he wasn’t helping matters, pulling down on my hips and thrusting up so I could feel his erection. Moaning against my lips at the way our cocks brushed against one another’s through our clothing.
“Need more,” I managed to gasp out when his lips moved away from mine to kiss at my neck. “Bedroom?”
He laughed, his hot breath puffing against my skin. “Shower,” he countered.
I pulled away from him. “Are you saying I stink?”
He laughed. “Saying I do.” I made a show of dramatically sniffing him. He shoved at my head, laughing again. I knew he’d been having a hard time, but he was laughing so easily with me. It made me feel like I was doing something good. “I smell like a car. I need a shower, and I need you. Two birds, one stone.”
Well, I couldn’t argue with that logic. Not if it meant I got him naked. I wanted his hands on me, and I wanted to touch him. I hadn’t been able to touch him the last time I’d gone to King’s Bay, not that way. He’d been in a bad place, and I’d had to leave after he went to work. Getting off had been the last thing on my mind, and phone sex just didn’t hit the same way as the real deal.
I hopped off the couch and started toward the bathroom. I could hear his heavy footsteps following behind me.
My bathroom was a tight squeeze for the two of us. It wasn’t exactly a large bathroom, and we weren’t exactly small men. Our bodies brushed against each other as we undressed, and I wasn’t complaining at all. Every touch just aroused me that much more, and the sight of his bare ass when he went to turn on the water and adjust the heat? I wanted to sink myself between his cheeks. Tongue, fingers, cock, I didn’t care how I did it.
I just wanted his ass.
No, not just his ass. I wanted every part of him. His body, his mind, his heart. Everything.
We stepped into the steaming shower. He turned me around so my back was to the spray of water and dropped to his knees. Damn, he looked good. His hands slid up my wet thighs, and my breath hitched in my throat. The way he looked up at me through his wet eyelashes was like something out of my dreams. In fact, I was pretty sure I’d jacked off to this exact fantasy on more than one occasion. I ran my fingers through his wet hair, and he let out a mewling sound that had my dick throbbing.
He let me pull him forward, and I could feel his breath on my cock. “Open your mouth,” I instructed. He listened immediately. I kept one hand in his hair while the other gripped the base of my cock. “Tongue out.” I tapped the head of my cock onto his tongue, and he let out a deep, guttural moan. Like all he’d dreamed about was having the weight of my cock on his tongue.
He let me guide his mouth over my shaft, his thick tongue moving along the bottom while his lips brushed the top. He moved his tongue like he was making out with my dick. I moaned at the gentle pressure, at the pliant way he let me maneuver him around. He opened his mouth wider when the head of my cock brushed against his lips, allowing me to slip inside. His warm heat enveloped me, but I took it slow. I fed him my cock, inch by inch, pulling out before I’d give him more.
His eyes glazed over as I went deeper and deeper, until his lips met my hands. He sucked his cheeks in, sucking hard on my cock like he was trying to suck my soul out of it. My hand fell from my shaft, and I let him pull me in deeper. He gagged as he swallowed me all the way down, and it was the hottest thing I’d ever heard. I wanted to hear it again. I thrust my hips when he backed off, and he made the noise again.
Fuck, that was hot.
He didn’t back up this time. He just wrapped his arms around my thighs, gripping my ass, and pulling me forward. Telling me to go deeper without words. I began to fuck his face, causing him to choke and gag and then pulling back every time I felt like it was getting too much. His eyes watered, but he never once loosened his grip on my ass. He never made it seem like he wanted me to stop. When I got too close to the edge, I pulled out,ran the head of my dick over his lips like I was painting them with my precum. His tongue flicked out for a taste, and then he let me back in.
I pulled myself back from the edge twice, and every time, he just sucked me harder. Spit and precum leaked from his mouth, and he was starting to look wrecked. His own cock was red and angry between his legs, standing at attention. “Touch yourself,” I instructed.
He wasted no time wrapping one of his hands around his cock. I noticed that he stroked in time with my thrusts into his mouth. When I sped up, he sped up. When I slowed down, he slowed down. When only my head was in his mouth, he paid attention to the head of his own cock. It was like my dick was directly attached to the part of his brain that controlled his hand. I wanted to play with that more, but I was also aware of the fact that I only had limited hot water.
I couldn’t keep using his mouth as my own personal sex toy.
Besides, as much as I wanted to see how long I could keep this up, I really wanted to get off. It had been too long since I’d gotten off with him in person. I sped up my thrusts again, and he sped up his hand. The sounds of our moans bounced off the bathroom walls.
“Fuuuck,” I groaned out as he did something with his tongue that almost sent me over the edge. I don’t even know what he did, just that I’d never felt anything like it before in my life and I wanted to. I was going to become addicted to whatever the hellhe’d just done with his tongue. “Do that—” I panted out. “Again. Fuck do that again, baby.”
He had me begging with the way he was sucking my dick, and I didn’t feel an ounce of shame over it.
He did it again and a second time. His hand moved off my ass to cup my balls. He tugged at them as he did something else with his tongue that sent me right over the edge. I thrust deep into his mouth as I shot my load down his throat. The sound he made was a mix between choking and moaning. I was practically shaking, and I just kept shooting.
His hand moved so fast over his cock that it was almost a blur. I was overstimulated by the sensation of cumming, the feel of the water on my back, the sight of his hand moving over him, the sight of his jizz shooting across the shower, the sounds he was making, all of it. The hand that wasn’t in his hair shot out to hold onto the wall, as if it was the only thing keeping me up as he kept sucking until I was spent.
When he pulled off my dick, I tugged him up to me and kissed him hard. I could taste my release in his mouth, and my tongue searched for every drop.
By the time we stopped kissing and actually got to washing our bodies, the water was starting to run cold.
I was buzzing by Saturday afternoon. I’d been going all day, but I hadn’t been alone on any of the set up or last-minute errands for the event. Even though I’d told Sam that he could just meet me there, he insisted on coming along. It turned out that he was a big help. He lugged boxes. He helped check in volunteers. I even caught him helping a few of the vendors set up before the start of the event. I’d never had a partner willing to help with my work before.
In fact, every time I’d had something like this when I had a partner, they disappeared. It didn’t matter what gender my significant other was. They never showed up the way Sam was already showing up for me. He even helped an old lady lug boxes. Everything that I couldn’t get done myself, he was there to do.