Page 38 of Sam & Justin (Gomillion High Reunion #4)

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 hell he’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.

I had vendors to check in. I had to make sure that all of the rides had passed their safety inspections.

I had to make sure that Rachel and everyone from City Hall were exactly where they were supposed to be.

I wasn’t the only one that had put this together, but I was one of the heads of the committee.

More than that, I was a bit of a control freak. I knew myself. I knew my flaws.

It took another hour to confirm everything was set up properly.

I was sweating by the time I made my way to the front of the park where the carnival had been set up.

I couldn’t find Sam anywhere, and I hadn’t seen him in at least half an hour.

I hadn’t even caught a glimpse of him at any of the booths I passed.

I did, however, find Rachel. “I think everything’s ready,” I told her with a grin.

“I could have told you that, Justin.” She smiled softly as she looked around the park. “It looks amazing. We’re going to raise a lot of money.”

“If people show up…”

“People are going to show up.”

I’d had the same worry a few months ago at the reunion.

I’d been terrified that no one would show, even after checking and double checking the RSVP count.

I don’t think I breathed easy until people started showing up at the school.

I knew that this would be the same thing.

There was nothing I could do to stop the worry, so I might as well distract myself.

We weren’t due to open for another thirty minutes.

“Have you seen Sam?”

“Last time I saw him, he was helping around the food trucks, but that was a good fifteen or twenty minutes ago. He could be anywhere at this point.”

I chuckled. “Gives me a place to—”

“There you are!” I smiled the moment I heard his voice, and the smile only grew when I actually saw him. When I noticed that he was holding drinks, the smile grew so big my cheeks actually hurt. “Figured you haven’t sat down or rested since we got here. You’re probably dying for a drink.”

“You would be correct,” I admitted. I didn’t realize how thirsty I was until that moment.

“Got you some lemonade. From that fresh-squeezed truck you said you liked.” He handed me one of the cups and then passed another to Rachel. “Thought you’d probably be thirsty, too. Not allergic or anything, right?”

Rachel nodded in thanks and excused herself to go and talk to one of her friends.

Her part was done. Technically, so was mine, but I wouldn’t be able to consider it done until people started arriving.

Even then, I might struggle with it. As much as I loved having Sam with me, I wondered if he regretted coming that weekend.

I hadn’t been able to give him nearly the amount of attention I would have liked.

I sighed.

“Stop it,” he muttered.

I raised an eyebrow. “Stop what?”

He took a sip of his lemonade and studied me. “Whatever it is that’s going on in that head of yours. Stop stressing. Shit looks like it’s going to be damn good.”

I wanted to deny that there was something going on in my head, but I couldn’t.

I was, however, a little taken aback by the fact that he knew me well enough to comment on it.

I liked it. I felt seen by him in a way that I’d rarely been seen by anyone, even past partners.

Like he could see through the walls I put up, the act I put on of being this incredibly competent and put together person, and he didn’t mind what he saw.

But the thing about being known was that if you wanted it, you had to show parts of yourself.

Just like he did the night he cried in my arms.

He couldn’t be the only one that showed vulnerability. I had to do it too. That meant not denying a fact that he could see as plain as day.

“I’m nervous,” I admitted. “About tonight. Rachel’s been wanting to organize an end of summer carnival for years, and if this goes well, we can make it a tradition.” I smiled softly. “It could become a tradition, a mark I leave on Gomillion.”

“A legacy,” he said softly.

I nodded. “I’ve always wanted to leave one, and this could be my chance.

” After all, I was almost forty. Unless I ran for city council and got elected, this could be it.

Some annual carnival that I started, that I helped plan.

Even if I did all of that, this could still be the thing that left my mark on Gomillion.

“Never thought much about that myself.” He took a sip of his lemonade and looked over his shoulder at the makeshift fairgrounds, “but looks like you got one starting up now. So how about you stop worrying about shit going wrong and enjoy it with me, yeah?”

“We still have time before it starts, and I wanted to—”

He cut me off with a kiss. “You’re going to relax. You checked and double checked your list like you’re fucking Santa Claus, so now you just gotta relax. Drink your lemonade and get ready to enjoy yourself.”

I kissed him back. “Fine.”

“You’re gonna keep worrying, aren’t you?”

Busted. “Yes, but I’ll try not to.” He laughed and wrapped his arm around my waist. He pulled me closer, and I rested my head on his shoulder. He was exactly what I needed in this moment, and I was glad that Axel had suggested he come visit this weekend.

A few hours later, everything was in full swing.

People had shown up—families with kids, people I knew from high school, the barista that served me coffee every morning on my way to work.

It looked like most of the town was there, but there was only one person that I cared about.

We explored the vendor booths, and one of the women he’d helped carry stuff gave him a bar of homemade soap he’d been admiring.

She wouldn’t let him pay for it, so instead he bought some lotion in the same scent.

I wouldn’t have taken him for the kind of guy who liked scented soaps, but you never could tell.

At another booth, I found some hand towels that made me think of my mother’s kitchen.

I bought a set, and then I had to endure the way Sam teased me for them.

He offered to buy me matching chicken salt and pepper shakers from another booth.

There was something about the teasing way he said it that made my heart skip a beat and made me realize that I could see myself falling head over heels in love with this man.

After we went through the small market, we carried our bags to the food trucks parked between the vendors and the more densely populated ride area. “Alright, I know you ain’t had a damn thing to eat since breakfast, so what am I buying you for dinner?”

He bought us a quick meal from one of the food trucks, and after, we rode rides.

He kissed me on top of the small Ferris wheel, and I felt like it was something out of the movies.

When everything finished, he helped me tear things down even though I knew he had to be exhausted.

I wouldn’t have judged him if he’d wanted to head back to my place.

Rachel had even offered to drop me off so he could, but he’d refused.

It turned out that many hands made light work, and we were done within an hour.