
-----------------------------------Rim Jobby Delilah Storm-----------------------------------Erotica/Romance
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Rim Job
By Delilah Storm
To my family, who I love most of all. Without you, there wouldn't be a me.
Jesse sized up the dance floor with a dubious eye. There was nothing new. Nothing interesting. Nothing sparking. It was the same old thing as last time, and the same as the time before that. Jesse sighed deeply, disappointed and uninterested in the spectacle before him. He was bored.
Jesse looked around the room again. The bodies that thrashed and gyrated to the hard, driving music were beautiful. At least half of them seemed to be only half clothed, and the other half were clothed in things that left very little to the imagination.
For a moment, a very brief moment, Jesse considered picking up one of the little twinks who were eyeing him like the hot stud Jesse knew he was. There was no point in denying the truth, and Jesse saw little benefit in false modesty.
Jesse knew he had it, and he knew that everyone else wanted it. At nearly six foot four, with thick, wavy brown hair, hazel eyes that sparkled with mischief and a chiseled, bronzed body he worked hard to maintain, Jesse knew he was extremely good-looking. He'd been told this often enough by the people around him, and Jesse was self-aware enough to know it was true. But he never flouted his advantages. There was no need. Jesse worked hard and had earned both his reputation and his body, so it was enough that these assets helped to attract the partners that he'd craved in the past. As horny as he was, though, Jesse knew that picking up the same old thing would change nothing.
Jesse would still be bored. While he wouldn't admit it to the other tops, lest they see Jesse as weak, Jesse yearned for a cute little sub of his own. Someone permanent whom Jesse could mold and train, and who would fit into Jesse's life the way he dreamed they would. A sub who wanted to be with Jesse for who Jesse was, what he could make the sub feel, not what Jesse possessed or could buy. That was Jesse's secret desire that he kept close to his heart, but so far, no one he'd met fit the bill; and Jesse had looked hard.
Jesse was the type of person who was led by his heart. So far, no one had been able to make Jesse feel more than a passing interest in the brief moments that they shared, but Jesse always held out hope for that one special someone that could make his life whole.
Jesse's gaze raked the crowd one more time, trying to decide if there was anyone in the club whom he felt drawn to enough to approach before he called it another unsuccessful night and returned to his large, lonely home. A movement by the stairs caught his eye. Jesse looked, and then looked again. Damn, how utterly adorable. Before anyone else could latch on to the delectable morsel that had just entered, Jesse was on the move.
The crowd seemed to part before him like a living, undulating wave, and Jesse's eyes never left the sweet treat in front of him. The young man, a boy really, if one judged by his youthful features, stood there on the edge of the last step leading down into the club, looking around with wide-eyed wonder. Standing on the step, the boy's eyes would just be level with Jesse's own eyes. The boy was petite, cute, and obviously an innocent: just the way Jesse liked them.
As Jesse moved through the crowd, he saw the boy gazing with awe and some trepidation around the dimly lit club. It was obviously the boy's first time here: perfect. Jesse loved the innocents.
Jesse watched as the boy's wide eyes took in the disconcerting scenes before him. There were subs wearing only thin strips of leather while their tops retained control of leashes or collars wrapped around their necks or cocks or attached to piercings at their nipples. The dancing was so suggestive that the crowd might as well have been fucking right on the floor in one mass orgy. Groups of subs labored en masse as they tried to attract the attention of the tops watching from the sidelines, deciding whom to play with that night. Other subs were molded so tightly to their tops, it was impossible to separate one body from the other in the dim lighting.
But no matter how suggestive it looked, fucking happened strictly in the private, members-only club area, not the common room where the unsavories, the wannabes, and the police could see. The owner was very strict about that, as Jesse well knew.
The club, Twisted, was a male-only BDSM club owned by long-time friend and fellow top, Stephan, a veritable legend on the BDSM circuit. Jesse was no slouch, but he wasn't as into the heavy chaining and whipping as Stephan was. For years, the two had played with countless subs in the private rooms at the back of the club. Jesse enjoyed bringing pleasure while Stephan focused on the pain. Between the two of them, they managed to bring every sub they had played with to the peak of their limits and beyond.
From simply one glimpse of this boy, Jesse could tell that this wasn't a sub he was willing to share with Stephan. That was fine with Jesse. He welcomed the opportunity. The morsel before him obviously deserved better than a screwing on the dance floor in front of all these jealous little wannabes. If it worked out as well as Jesse hoped, maybe this would be the boy he would take home with him, something he rarely did.
Most of the anxious twinks here didn't rate coming home with Jesse. But Jesse held on tightly to the hope that this boy would be as special as Jesse was sure he was. Maybe this boy would be the one to relieve him of his loneliness. Jesse nearly shivered with anticipation as he moved closer.
Even in the short time it took to weave through the crowd, Jesse could see the boy getting more and more anxious, more skittish as he took in the erotic, exotic, and disconcerting scenes before him.
Jesse knew he had to get there before the boy made a break for it. He also had to make sure no one else tried to snatch his prize. Jesse couldn't have that, not when he'd waited so long for his little morsel to find his way to him.
It took only another moment to reach the boy, and Jesse's eyes raked over the thin, young form. Jesse tried not to growl as he breathed deeply of the boy's fresh, clean scent that stood out from the flood of scents around them.
"Let's dance." Jesse practically growled out the order. Jesse knew if he'd given the boy an option instead of an order, the boy would have refused and tried to make a break for it. Jesse wouldn't let that happen; he couldn't let that happen. It was important that the boy stay, so Jesse could see if the intense connection he felt ran both ways.
Jesse grabbed the boy's hand firmly and led him a few feet into the crowd. They were swallowed within the dancing horde. Without preamble, Jesse pulled the boy firmly against his body, pressing them together like they'd known each other a lot longer than five seconds.
Sighing contentedly as he laid his cheek on the top of the boy's head, Jesse took a deep breath, drawing the boy's scent deep into his own body. The boy smelled wonderful, like clean rainwater and sunshine. It was refreshing after all those other perfumed wannabes: luscious and intoxicating.
He wrapped his arms more tightly around the boy and moved gently, swaying as though they were dancing to a slow love song, not the pounding beat that was currently blasting throughout the dance floor. The boy was tense in his arms. Jesse could practically hear the wheels turning as the boy tried to think of ways to get away from him. Jesse grinned. That just wasn't going to happen.
"My name is Jesse." He had to shout into the boy's ear to be heard over the music. "What's yours?"
"S-Sam," the boy stuttered nervously. How freaking cute.
Jesse chuckled and kissed the top of his beet-red ear. "It's very nice to meet you, Sam. You'd better hold on to me. Otherwise some other big, bad wolf might try to steal you away from me. We can't have that now, can we?" Jesse grinned and moved one arm to guide Sam's arms around his waist. Sam's grip was loose and understandably nervous. Jesse could feel the trembling as Sam held on.
Jesse grinned again. He couldn't help it. His normally schooled features were far more expressive right now than he liked, especially at the club, where his reputation for indifference was well known. Sam was just so adorable, it was difficult for Jesse to stop grinning, but he managed, dictating his features into as much of a blank slate as he could. It wouldn't look good for a big, bad top to act gaga over some little tart who had just wandered in, no matter how cute the little tart was.
From the dubious expressions Jesse could see as he looked down at Sam, it was obvious the boy could hardly believe the things he'd seen so far. Jesse could only imagine the look on the boy's face if he told Sam about some of the things he'd already decided they would do together. Tonight, if he had anything to say about it. And Jesse would make sure he did have something to say about it---everything to say about it.
Jesse dragged them a little deeper into the whirling mass of dancers, and Sam's arms stiffened nervously as they were squeezed from all sides. For once Jesse didn't mind the crowd pressing around him and his beautiful boy. He enjoyed showing off his prize, and the masses just served to push Sam tighter against his overheated body, something Jesse enjoyed immensely. He pulled the boy against his chest, barely acknowledging those tops around him who looked enviously at him and those wannabes who looked jealously at Sam.
Jesse danced them leisurely around for a while, never loosening his arms and never allowing anyone else to touch his morsel, to frighten him away. After several long minutes, he felt Sam shift his head slightly, looking more at those around him from within the safety of Jesse's strong arms.
Somehow, Sam seemed to know he was safe with Jesse. It was endearing and made Jesse's heart thud loudly in his massive chest. Even through his silk shirt, Jesse could feel the occasional blink from Sam's long eyelashes. The boy had phenomenal eyes: wide and bright and so innocent as they looked at the debauchery around them
There was little point in talking. The sound of the music drowned out almost everything else, and unless Jesse wanted to shout into Sam's ear, he'd just have to wait until they got off the dance floor to hold a conversation. But that was fine with Jesse. He'd rather hold Sam awhile, show him how things were going to be from now on. Show him how good it felt to be held against Jesse's muscular body. Show Sam where he belonged, right here, safe in Jesse's arms.
The longer they swayed on the dance floor, the harder Jesse's cock got. He could feel it pressing against his zipper, straining to get at the young morsel he held so tightly, teasing Jesse with Sam's body heat and incredibly inviting scent. Jesse didn't mind waiting for something worthwhile; anticipation made everything more intense.
After a long while of Sam looking at the amazing scenes flowing around them, Jesse felt Sam fidgeting against his eager body. The boy was probably hot and thirsty.
"Let's get a drink," Jesse shouted. Again it was more of an order than a question, and he released Sam only enough to take the boy's hand as he led them from the crowded dance floor to the bar.
"I'm not really good with alcohol." Sam leaned forward to shout in Jesse's ear as they emerged in front of the bartender.
"Good to know." Jesse smiled, turning to practically purr in Sam's ear. He ordered two red wines. A light pinot noir to stain the kid's succulent lips, but not enough to get him drunk. Not tonight anyway... he'd save that adventure for later.
"Let's go have a seat." Jesse nodded toward a small table at the back that had just opened up. He paid the bartender, adding a handsome tip for the prompt service. He handed Sam his wine and grabbed the boy's other hand again as he led the way. He guided the boy into the chair closest to the wall, and moved his own chair over so that the boy was practically sitting in his lap. Their thighs pressed tantalizingly against each other, making Jesse grin.
He stared openly at the boy as they sat, getting a detailed look at his sweet morsel for the first time. The boy was, unbelievably, even more adorable close up than when Jesse had first spied Sam in the doorway.
Blond, curly hair that came down around his ears and bounced energetically as the boy looked around framed an angelic, porcelain face. Sam had large, brown eyes that seemed to be trying to take in everything all at once. Doe eyes, Jesse thought immediately. They looked so innocent and unsure; they made Jesse want to do debauched and wicked things with him. Sam's mouth was a perfect Cupid's bow, with large, lush lips that begged to be kissed and nibbled, or to be wrapped around Jesse's cock. Preferably both, and soon.
A cute, pert, button nose enhanced Jesse's appreciation of the boy and finished off the innocent face with style. A lithe, petite, almost skinny body encased in unblemished, pale skin completed the naive impression that Sam gave off. Just looking at the beautiful boy made Jesse's cock harder, and he could hardly contain his eager smile.
All in all, Sam was practically perfect for Jesse in every way, and Jesse couldn't wait to sample his new prize and convince Sam that they were meant for each other.
"So what brings you to the club tonight, Little Sam?" Jesse smiled down at the nervous boy. It was much quieter over here and they could have a decent conversation without shouting themselves hoarse. Sam glanced briefly up at Jesse before taking a tiny, delaying sip of the wine.
"This is good," Sam said, almost surprised.
"Yes, I knew you'd like it," Jesse agreed easily, not put off in the slightest by the boy's nervousness. "You didn't answer my question."
Sam cleared his throat before he spoke quietly. "Yeah. Well, someone mentioned this club to me, and I thought I might like to check it out, see what it's like. Just curious, I guess," Sam said. As he spoke, he glanced up occasionally through his long, golden eyelashes as though gauging Jesse's reaction.
"You know what they say about curiosity and the cat, don't you?" Jesse chuckled. He laughed outright as startled eyes looked up at him timidly from beneath those long, alluring lashes.
"Don't worry," Jesse hastened to add. "You're completely safe with me. Well, at least from all the other wolves here, anyway," he amended with a knowing grin. Sam looked away hastily, obviously not certain how to respond.
"You didn't come with anyone? Your boyfriend or anyone?" Jesse continued his interrogation. He was fairly sure that Sam didn't have a boyfriend, but it never hurt to make certain. He didn't want to have to fend off some pissed-off bubba for taking Sam home and defiling that cute, innocent body again and again and again---as many times as little Sam could stand being brought to the brink of pleasure and then tossed over into the sordid depths that were forming in Jesse's very active imaginings.
It was a fairly safe bet, though. Any man worth his leather who let a succulent morsel like Sam out alone and without proper protection deserved to have him taken away. Especially in a place like this with all the hungry predators, eager to devour a tasty morsel. And Jesse was the biggest, baddest predator here when it came to someone who piqued his attention the way Sam had.
"No." Sam shook his head quickly. "I don't have a boyfriend, now. I just wanted to see what it was like, is all."
"Well, I'm very glad that you came tonight." Jesse did his best not to leer, but he wasn't sure how successful he was with that. "What do you think of the club?" he asked, curious as to Sam's reaction to the things Sam had seen.
"It's kind of scary," Sam said sheepishly, looking down at his hands as they plucked at the stem of the wine glass. "I wasn't expecting..."
"Expecting what?" Jesse prompted. Damn. If the kid continued to look so adorable, Jesse would have no choice but to bend him over the table and fuck him into oblivion right here in front of everyone. He took a deep breath, trying to rein in his rampaging libido. Sam was obviously nervous, and Jesse didn't want to do anything that would frighten the boy off.
"Expecting this. It's all so much. I've never seen anything like it before." Sam looked up at Jesse with such wide-eyed innocence, Jesse couldn't help himself. He leaned forward, capturing those pretty, pouting lips with his own. At first he kept the kiss light, not wanting to scare the skittish boy off, but he didn't give Sam a chance to reject him either.
Jesse's arm snaked around behind Sam, holding his body in place and tipping Sam's head back so Jesse could deepen the kiss. He nibbled on Sam's lower lip before pushing between those succulent lips, inserting his tongue into that warm, wet haven.
Jesse tilted Sam's head back farther as he plundered that sweet mouth. Sam tasted exquisite: sweet from the little bit of wine he'd sipped, minty from a candy or gum he'd obviously consumed earlier, and something else. Something definitely all Sam: something heady, something delicious, and something that made Jesse want to taste more of Sam over and over again.
Jesse's tongue swept inside, tangling with Sam's hesitant appendage. He caressed it, teased it, and finally drew it firmly into his own mouth to nip it and tease it more. Gods, but the boy tasted wonderfully addictive.
Sam moaned into Jesse's mouth as Jesse began to tongue-fuck his lips, a prelude to what Jesse wanted to do to the boy's ass tonight. The sound sent shivers down Jesse's body, and his groin tightened even more, his erection threatening to push through his leather pants to get to this sweet boy who was tempting him so badly.
Jesse swept inside the boy's mouth again and again, drawing more of those sweet sounds out of Sam. He was quickly becoming obsessed with those sounds and wondered what other kinds of sounds the boy would make when he fucked him through the mattress tonight.
That thought, coupled with Sam's erotic sounds, nearly had Jesse coming in his pants, and he shivered in anticipation. Jesse kept the one hand behind Sam's head, not allowing the boy to pull away yet. His other hand began to drift up the boy's stomach and chest until it brushed against Sam's nipple, already pebbling slightly beneath Sam's T-Shirt. Jesse felt the boy shudder against him, and he tweaked the nipple between his fingers, hard.
Sam let out an adorable squeak and broke the kiss. He could only pull away a few inches, as that was all Jesse would allow, and he peered up at Jesse's confident smile. Sam gasped for breath, panting heavily, and he glanced away from Jesse's smoldering look. He was bright red, noticeably embarrassed, and he looked around furtively.
"Don't worry, little one. I won't let anyone else touch you." Jesse winked playfully and reached out to tweak that little nipple again. He could see the tiny bud making a delectable bump through the black T-shirt, and it made him want to reach out and lick it. He wanted to have that adorable body laid out like a buffet before him and taste every last inch of his sweet Sam.
Sam squeaked again and crossed thin arms over his chest as if to protect the sensitive little nubs from Jesse's wandering hands. Jesse couldn't help but chuckle at this motion, like that would really stop him if he wanted to get at them. But he let Sam hide for now. Instead he caressed Sam's face and licked his bottom lip, tasting the boy's essence again.
"Finish your wine, little one. Then we'll go dance a bit more."
"I don't know." Sam hesitated, unsure.
"But I do," Jesse said firmly. "We won't do anything you don't want to do. But I really want to dance with you, and I know you want to dance with me." He looked pointedly down at Sam's bulging pants, smiling slightly. He pushed the wine closer, leaving his one arm around the back of his treasure. He didn't want there to be any doubt in people's minds that Sam belonged exclusively to him.
Jesse watched as Sam sipped his wine obediently, but cautiously, obviously stalling. Sam looked over the rim of the glass at the shifting crowd around him, and Jesse could see the confusion in his features. He chuckled to himself as he sipped his own wine. By the time Jesse was done with Sam tonight, the boy would have a firsthand understanding of what the gyrating crowd was doing around them. The evocative dancing the boy had seen tonight would be the tamest thing Sam experienced.
Jesse encouraged Sam to drink up every time Sam seemed to be stalling, and the boy finally finished the wine. Leaving the glasses on the table, Jesse stood up and held out his hand to help his little one to his feet. Jesse smiled down as Sam took the proffered hand, and led the boy to the dance floor, where he pulled Sam tightly against his heat. Sam felt perfect pressed against Jesse's bulk, like he belonged there.
For nearly an hour, they made slow, sensuous love on the dance floor. It didn't matter what type of music was playing. Jesse moved unerringly through the crowd, never letting go of Sam, and not paying the slightest heed to those around them. His sole focus was Sam. Jesse watched the boy blush under his scrutiny, but that only made Sam even more adorable to look at.
Jesse's hands roamed over the soft, slender body before him. He loved touching Sam everywhere he could, even when it made Sam gasp and pull swiftly away in embarrassment. There wasn't a spot from knees to crown that Jesse hadn't fondled in one manner or another, no matter how much it caused Sam to squirm. More than once, Jesse touched certain spots simply to see Sam squirm again. Sam was absolutely delicious looking, especially when flushed with embarrassment and looking with shy longing up at Jesse through those long lashes.
Jesse's favorites were when he brushed against Sam's nipples and the boy groaned huskily, or when he fondled the bulge in Sam's pants, and the boy gasped as though in desperate need.
When Jesse cupped and caressed that hot bulge, Sam twisted as though he were trying to pull away. He blushed so hard that his body seemed aflame. Jesse could see the increasing desire building in those beautiful eyes and the shivers that wracked that tempting body.
Sam tried to hide behind those long lashes and Jesse's hard chest, but Jesse could see everything in that expressive face---everything. It had Jesse burning up with desire, and he wasn't sure how much longer he could resist his lovely Sam.
They swayed and moved around the teeming dance floor as Sam became more comfortable with Jesse. Sam didn't look around him anymore; he simply focused on Jesse, watching Jesse's large hands as if to see where they would touch him next.
He reminded Jesse of a succulent, sweet little rabbit caught in the stare of the wicked snake. The analogy had Jesse chuckling to himself, even as he brushed his fingers over Sam's nipples again just to watch the boy react once more.
Jesse was content to dance for a long time, savoring their time together. He wanted Sam to feel comfortable enough to go home with Jesse without any doubts. He also wanted to drive Sam insane with desire, which, by the animated looks Sam was casting at Jesse, Sam wasn't far from being. But it still wasn't enough. Jesse continued to tease and touch Sam in all the right places to drive his little treat wanton with pent-up desire.
Jesse finally pulled Sam closer again, grinding his erect cock firmly against Sam's abdomen, enjoying the heat that seemed to flare between them. He brushed his lips over Sam's head, trailing kisses and teasing bites from Sam's temple down the cheek to the boy's jaw and chin.
Sam was breathing heavily, practically panting, and his hands were trapped between their bodies, clenched tightly in Jesse's silk shirt, hanging on as though for dear life.
Jesse watched with delight as Sam's lush lips opened slightly and the small face turned toward him in obvious invitation. Jesse ignored the tempting offer. His lips continued to travel over Sam's chin and jaw to reach his other temple. Jesse's lips and tongue made the same trail in the other direction, mirroring their movements over that angelic face. Jesse could feel Sam's body burning with desire, but it still wasn't enough.
Sam's mouth turned to follow Jesse's movements again, but again Jesse ignored the silent plea. Jesse chuckled as Sam made the most endearing moue of protest and moved to intercept Jesse's path, but Jesse wasn't done with his game yet. Sam wasn't anywhere near needy enough yet. But he would be soon.
Jesse's lips traveled back to their original spot, disregarding Sam's attempts to get his attention where he wanted it. He wanted to tease Sam until the boy was begging for more, until Sam was as desperate for Jesse as Jesse was for Sam. He nibbled on Sam's ear lobe, nipping gently. He traced the shell of Sam's ear with his tongue, flicking gently inside until Sam shivered. Sam's fists clutched at Jesse's shirt as though trying to drag Jesse closer, and the boy moaned loudly.
Jesse rewarded the erotic sounds, tracing Sam's face with his fingertips. Jesse nearly moaned himself when Sam nuzzled into his touch. Damn. Sam had no idea what that did to Jesse. That kind of submission turned Jesse on like nothing else.
Perhaps it was time for them to go. Otherwise Jesse was sure he'd pass out from blue balls. His leather pants were so tight across the groin, they were practically strangling his throbbing cock. The zipper was sure to leave a permanent impression. Sometimes going commando wasn't all it was cracked up to be.
Sam whimpered slightly, nestling against his palm. Jesse watched with fascination as Sam's tongue flicked out, licking the pads of his fingers. Oh, fuck. That was it. That was enough. Time to go, now. ENDEXCERPT
Jesse took Sam's head between his hands, slanting his mouth demandingly over Sam's. He devoured the morsel before him, forcing Sam's lips open with his own lips and tongue. Jesse's tongue dove eagerly inside Sam's hot mouth, tracing every last inch of that moist heat. He sucked Sam's tongue into his own mouth, tracing and dueling and demanding absolute submission from his sweet companion. And he got it.
Sam surrendered completely, allowing Jesse total control. He sighed happily when Jesse pulled his hips against Jesse's own, grinding their erections together. He whimpered, pushing harder, obviously enjoying the sensations.
Shit. Jesse pulled away slightly, looking down at the flushed face and closed eyes standing before him. Sam's mouth was still pursed, waiting for Jesse to kiss it again and promising him untold pleasures. Jesse needed to get Sam home, where he could spend all the time he wanted exploring that lithe body.
Sam's eyes finally fluttered open and looked at Jesse with barely concealed lust.
"Please," Sam whispered, nuzzling into Jesse's palm harder, kissing the pads of his fingertips.
"Time to go, little one," Jesse said, trying to get hold of his rampaging libido. Fuck. "Do you have a coat?" Jesse asked, leading the boy toward the door.
"Huh?" Sam said, clearly confused.
The passion shining in those chocolate-brown eyes had Jesse wanting to ravage the boy's mouth again. If Sam continued to look at Jesse like that, it would be an inordinately long drive home for Jesse in his tight and uncomfortable leather pants.
Jesse chuckled. "Did you bring a coat inside with you?" he repeated, weaving through the very crowded dance floor, guiding Sam without error to the door. He shielded the younger man with his own, much larger body. He didn't want there to be any delays or distractions as they left.
"No." Sam shook his head, still looking somewhat dazed.
"Good. Where's your car?" Jesse kept smiling. He bent over slightly, talking directly into Sam's ear as they moved. He continued to nuzzle the shell of Sam's ear, biting and sucking gently on his ear lobe even as they moved swiftly to the exit. Jesse couldn't help but want to touch Sam every chance he got.
"I-I took the b-bus here." Sam stammered as Jesse's tongue traced the inside of his ear, causing Sam to shiver.
Jesse couldn't help but chuckle at that, his breath caressing Sam's sensitive ear. "You took the bus here?" he queried. That wasn't something he'd ever heard before. Someone taking the bus to a leather bar like this? Sounded very peculiar, but yet, somehow, it sounded very much like something Sam would do. Even knowing Sam for only a short time, Jesse knew that taking the bus was Sam down to a T. It was very practical and very genuine, so different from most of the supercilious other wannabes around here.
It was such a perfect chance that had brought the two of them together that Jesse was determined to make every moment of the rest of their lives together count.
He felt Sam shiver against him and draw closer to his warmth as they finally emerged from the club into the much cooler night air. Jesse ignored the crowd as he maneuvered them toward his car. He opened the car door with a practiced flick of his wrist and watched in amusement as Sam looked appreciatively at his car before climbing in. He could tell that Sam had no idea what kind of car it was, otherwise Sam would have oohed over it like the few other wannabes who had had the privilege of riding in it. Aston Martin Rapides in Quantum Silver weren't very common, even in LA.
Sam simply smiled and scrambled in quickly. Jesse sighed. The boy was getting more perfect with each passing moment. He hated vapid little subs who only hung around him for his money or the prestige they received by being with Jesse.
Jesse went around to the driver's side swiftly, and they were off within moments. Jesse drove in silence, watching Sam fidget nervously. Now that they were no longer touching, Jesse could see the wheels whirling in Sam's head, probably telling him he was rushing things.
Jesse couldn't have Sam backing out now, not when he was so close to making the little one his. This was much too important to let Sam leave without making the boy understand how good they could be together.
"Do you have to work tomorrow?" Jesse asked, breaking the silence.
"No," Sam said quickly. "I'm off until Monday."
"Excellent. That gives us the whole weekend to get to know each other better," Jesse said soothingly. He didn't want to frighten Sam, and tried to ease his nerves.
"Don't worry, little one, we won't do anything you don't want to do." He grinned encouragingly at Sam. "Despite appearances, I really am quite the gentleman." He waggled his eyebrows comically. "At least on the first date, maybe even the second."
As Jesse had hoped, Sam laughed, and some of the nervous tension seemed to leave his body. "I know," Sam said. "I've just never done this before. I'm not really sure what to do."
Jesse's eyebrows shot up, but he held his peace. He'd question Sam more about that once they'd gotten to his home. If Sam really was as innocent as he seemed, Jesse would have to go slowly. Jesse wouldn't mind that. He rather enjoyed the thought of introducing Sam to his world of pleasure and sensation.
If Sam really was a virgin, Jesse would treasure the gift, showing Sam how wonderful it could be between them, and how much pleasure Jesse could offer him. Jesse could hardly wait to initiate Sam into the world of exquisite sensations that Jesse could provide to him.
"Don't worry. Like I said, we won't do anything you don't want to do." He smiled again, glancing at Sam, but keeping most of his attention on the busy roads. One thing Jesse always tried to be was a careful driver. People in LA were crazy enough; he would never endanger himself or his passengers by being inattentive on the road. But he could still help to ease Sam's nerves, at least a bit.
At the next red light, he grabbed Sam's hand from where it was tapping a nervous staccato on Sam's knee, and placed it on his own thigh. Jesse rubbed it gently for a few moments before putting his hand back on the stick as the light turned green.
Jesse heard Sam give a small sigh as the contact between them was re-established, and the tension seemed to ooze from that lean body a bit more. Jesse smiled encouragingly again. Sam didn't move his hand from where it rested on Jesse's thigh, but he seemed to glow at the touch and relaxed back into his seat.
"It'll take about twenty minutes to get home, so this will give us a chance to talk a little. Get to know each other a bit more," Jesse said, trying to distract Sam from his nervous thoughts. "Where do you work?" Jesse asked. He wanted to know everything about his little Sam.
"I work at a cafe downtown," Sam replied. "It's cute, and we get lots of tourists trying to star-gaze. It's fun."
"Do you get lots of celebrities in there?"
"God, no." Sam laughed. "And if one came in, I'd probably be so nervous I'd spill the coffee on their ten thousand dollar suit or something." Jesse joined in the laughter at the thought of Sam being all cute and flustered like that.
"I take it you're not an actor waiting to be discovered, then?"
"God, no," Sam repeated. "I'd pass out for sure if I had to act in front of people. No, I'm just happy working in the service industry. I think that's why my boss likes me so much. I never call in sick like the other guys do when they get an audition call. Drives him nuts when he has to re-schedule shifts like that."
Jesse chuckled. Sam's adorableness magnified as he spoke. He was much too down to earth for such a fancy-filled, frivolous city.
"What about you? What is it that you do?" Sam asked, his fingers unconsciously tracing patterns on Jesse's leather pants. Jesse was pretty sure Sam didn't even realize he was doing it, but Jesse didn't want to bring it up in case Sam stopped. It felt much too good to be stopped. Jesse's hard on, which had finally started to go down to a bearable level, flared up again with a vengeance. Even though he was wearing leather pants, Jesse could feel the heat of Sam's hand and the swirling motion of his fingers over his leg.
He pulled his thoughts together with great difficulty. "I'm in investments. I work for myself mostly, with a few special clients here and there."
"Wow, sounds interesting. Are any of those 'special clients' celebrities?" Sam asked teasingly.
"Not really, no. Mostly just friends and such. I'm not much into star watching myself." They laughed together. The rest of the car ride passed in amiable chatter as Jesse found out as much as he could about his Sam. It proved a great diversion as those nimble fingers tracing delicate patterns over his leather-clad leg were driving him to distraction. He didn't want to tell Sam to stop though, he was enjoying it way too much for that.
Jesse finally pulled into a quiet neighborhood where the houses were large and very far apart. It was dark out, so Jesse couldn't show Sam the quiet neighborhood he enjoyed. He'd leave that tour for the morning, when he could show Sam the glorious view of the sunrise from his balcony.
Jesse clicked the button on his dashboard and the gate before them swung open noiselessly. Beyond the gate, the lights for the garage turned on as the garage door rose to admit them.
Jesse hopped out of the car almost before he had turned it off and was around the passenger side, holding the door open for Sam.
Sam smiled up at him, shy once again, as he placed his hand in Jesse's much larger one and Jesse helped him from the car.
"Come inside." Jesse smiled back. "We'll have a drink and relax a bit. It was so noisy and hot in the club, I'm sure we could both use something cool."
Jesse retained Sam's hand as he led the boy through the garage and into his home. They passed several other cars, but from Sam's lack of reaction, Jesse knew the boy had no interest in fancy automobiles.
Jesse led Sam to the kitchen and led him to sit at the island while he opened a bottle of wine. White this time, but still something sweet for Sam to distract him from Jesse's obviously bulging organ. They had all night, and if Jesse had anything to say about it, they'd have all weekend too, so there wasn't any need to rush. Jesse prided himself on his exquisite self control, even though his libido was telling him to jump the boy and make Sam his. Besides, delaying would only make it more pleasurable for both of them, and Jesse was all about pleasure, for both him and his partner.
"Want to watch a movie?" Jesse asked.
"Sure," Sam said happily.
"Great. The living room's right through that door. You pick a movie while I go change into something a little easier to breath in." Jesse winked at Sam conspiratorially before disappearing through another door adjacent to the kitchen.
Jesse took the stairs two at a time. He didn't want to be away from Sam any longer than he had to be. As unsure as Sam was, there was always a chance the boy would bolt, and Jesse didn't want to give him that opportunity. It was important that Sam learn to trust Jesse, and Jesse couldn't prove himself to the boy if the boy wasn't here.
Jesse strode quickly into his bedroom, sparing it only a cursory glance, just enough to make sure it wasn't too messy when he brought Sam back later. Jesse flung open the closet door and paused for a moment, considering. What would make Sam feel at ease here?
The answer to that was simple enough, and Jesse rummaged in his closet drawers to find his most comfortable and worn sweats. It took only a moment. He scrutinized them carefully: no holes or rips, and they looked clean. He held them up to his nose, inhaling carefully, just in case. But the sweats smelled fresh enough. They'd been broken in perfectly so Jesse knew they fit his body snugly, showing off his attributes to his best advantage. He grabbed a clean white T-shirt, knowing it would set off his golden skin very well.
Jesse changed quickly, tossing his club clothes into the closet so they'd be out of sight. Jesse walked nonchalantly as he returned to the main floor, he didn't want to appear too anxious.
Jesse looked at his watch as he entered the living room. It had only been a couple of minutes, hardly enough time for Sam to look around the living room. The room was furnished for comfort rather than style. Large, overstuffed chairs and couches faced the huge TV and the enormous, dark bank of windows filled the whole wall behind the TV. The room was painted dark green with cream trim and exuded strength and simple elegance, like its owner.
Sam stared as Jesse walked into the room, and Jesse couldn't help but grin at the young man's expression. It seemed as though his careful selection hadn't been wrong. Jesse tried not to be too obvious in his pose as he stood in the doorway. He thrust out his hips slightly, showing off his impressive package to the still-staring Sam. Jesse's simple, form-fitting clothes showed off his amazingly tanned and sculpted muscles to perfection, and it seemed as though Sam appreciated all of Jesse's hard work and efforts.
"Found one?" Jesse asked. He tried not to smile at the way Sam was staring. Jesse would never force anyone to do something they didn't want to, but he was far from an angel. He wasn't above enticing a partner over to his way of thinking by using any means necessary.
Wordlessly, Sam held up a disc to Jesse. Jesse took it from Sam's cold fingers and strode over to the shelf below the TV. He pressed a button and the glass door slid open, revealing all the machinery behind it.
"Sorry," Sam said nervously. "I wasn't sure where to put it in, and I didn't want to touch anything in case I broke something."
"No problem." Jesse smiled seductively at the double entendre Sam hadn't even realized he said. Jesse put the disc into the machine, turned on the TV and dimmed the lights slightly. The two settled on the couch, sipping their wine, pretending to focus on the images flashing before them.
Jesse had no idea what they were watching. His attention was mostly on the young man sitting at his side. He waited until Sam put the wine glass down on the table before wrapping one strong arm around those thin shoulders and pulling Sam snugly against his side.
Sam let out a tiny squeak of surprise, but after a moment's hesitation, he settled against Jesse's side. He snuggled in, laying his head against Jesse's hard pectoral muscle. They sat together for quite a while before Jesse couldn't take it anymore.
"If you keep that up, I'm going to have to fuck you right here on the couch," Jesse said, looking pointedly down at Sam's hand which was absently tracing patterns on Jesse's hard chest. Jesse was so turned on, his nipple formed a tempting little bump in the T-shirt, as though begging for attention.
"Oh, sorry," Sam apologized, looking completely embarrassed.
"Don't be sorry. I don't mind, but I'm about to burst if you're not careful." Jesse chuckled.
"Oh," Sam said again, his eyes fixated on Jesse's crotch.
Jesse put a finger under Sam's chin and lifted the boy's face. He grinned for a moment, pausing long enough to allow Sam to deny him, should Sam choose to. When the boy didn't pull away, Jesse slanted his mouth over Sam's, taking firm possession of those enticing lips.
For long, heated minutes, Jesse devoured Sam's mouth. He thrust his tongue inside, exploring every nook and cranny even as his hands roamed over Sam's lithe body, touching every hot spot he'd found in his earlier exploration. It wasn't long before Sam started to moan, a long, drawn-out sound that Jesse was quickly becoming a fan of.
Jesse tilted Sam's head back until it hit the back of the couch and Jesse towered over him. He pushed his tongue deeper, tangling with Sam's own, caressing it and nipping gently at it with his sharp teeth. Jesse leaned over the boy until his body was nearly crushing Sam's into the couch, but Sam didn't seem to mind. Sam's own hands were wrapped around Jesse's neck, tangling in his hair. Jesse smiled as he realized Sam probably wasn't even aware that his fists were clenched so tightly in Jesse's hair, as though he were desperate to keep the connection between them.
Jesse's grin widened as Sam began to move against his body, thrusting against his leg. Jesse pulled his body away slightly, only enough to get his hand between them, and caressed Sam's chest. Sam broke their kiss as he groaned loudly at the touch.
"Jesse," Sam said, nearly pleading.
"Shh, little one. I'll take care of everything," Jesse reassured him, smiling before he devoured that luscious mouth again. He held Sam's tilted head in place, maintaining the deeper access to that warm cavern that Jesse so craved. He began to plunge his tongue in and out sensually, taunting Sam with what he'd be doing later to his firm, tight ass. The other hand dove under the edge of Sam's T-shirt, caressing the soft, warm skin as it traveled up his abdomen to its goal: Sam's hard-as-rock nipples.
Jesse was rewarded with a squeak and a squirm as he gently pinched and rolled one nipple between his fingers. So he did it repeatedly to first one, then the second nipple, until Sam was tangled against him, crying passionately into his mouth.
Jesse pulled away suddenly, and before Sam could protest, he grabbed the hem of Sam's T-shirt and lifted it over the boy's head, tossing it uncaringly on the floor. Jesse watched that captivating mouth in fascination. Already Sam looked thoroughly debauched just from Jesse's kisses. It was a good look on his boy, and Jesse was determined to see that look on Sam as often as possible.
Those swollen lips seemed to pout slightly, and Jesse let his gaze travel down the lean body laid out like a feast before him. What little hair there was scattered over that porcelain-pale chest was so fair as to be nearly nonexistent.
His gaze stopped at Sam's nipples, rising and falling distractingly before him as Sam tried to catch his breath. Jesse stared at those rosy peaks so temptingly protruding from the pale chest. He licked his lips in anticipation and pushed Sam sideways until the boy was lying flat on his back on the couch.
Jesse dove into those tempting morsels, nibbling and licking until Sam cried out beneath him. Jesse grinned and sucked one nipple fully into his mouth, swirling it around with his tongue, flicking it over and over again while his finger teased the other nipple in counter rhythm. Sam squirmed so much Jesse had to release his hold on the nipple. Jesse seized both wrists in his one large hand and held Sam's arms pinned down to the cushions, lest he be thrown off the couch by Sam's wriggling.
Drawing Sam's nipple into his mouth again, Jesse sucked on it like a delicious piece of candy. His teeth pressed tightly into the sensitive piece of flesh, and Sam whimpered loudly. Jesse could feel Sam's heart hammering frantically beneath him as he bombarded Sam with these unfamiliar sensations. Jesse paused for a moment, watching Sam squirm. It was so erotic the way Sam moved beneath him, it nearly had Jesse's rock-hard cock bursting out of his sweats. Jesse let Sam's arms go and Sam promptly clutched at Jesse's shirt, hanging on for dear life as Jesse continued to devour his nipples with single-minded determination.
"Oh, Jesse... feels so good..." Sam cried hoarsely. Jesse finally had to stop; he needed to feel Sam's skin against his own. He reared back slightly, just enough to strip off his own shirt before plastering himself against Sam's hot body again.
With no shirt to grasp, Sam's fingers scraped along Jesse's spine before tangling once again in Jesse's hair. Sam seemed to need something to hang onto before he lost his mind to these unbelievable sensations and Jesse didn't mind providing that somewhat painful anchor.
In truth, Jesse liked a little bit of pain with his pleasure, and when his partners lost themselves in the sensations he provided , it made Jesse feel like a god. Jesse knew Sam would come to love those sensations and that tantalizing bit of pain mixed with his pleasure. Sam was far too sensitive and responsive not to.
Sam continued to writhe beneath Jesse, pressing his bulging erection harder against Jesse's hip. Jesse could tell Sam was close to losing it and didn't want it to happen here on the couch. He wanted Sam to be in bed with him when he came for their first time, naked and screaming out his pleasure for the whole city to hear. For some reason, it was important to Jesse that they do this right, not rush things like horny teenagers screwing on a parent's sofa.
With difficulty, Jesse tore his mouth away from Sam's far too alluring lips. He lifted himself off the couch and off Sam's too-tempting body.
"Let's move this upstairs," Jesse said. He was surprised how steady his voice sounded, considering all the blood had left his brain and gone straight south. He ran his hand through his hair, trying to calm himself down somewhat. He didn't want to fall down the stairs or something because he was too horny to walk straight. A trip to the emergency room would certainly kill the mood.
"Huh," Sam said dazed. He arched his back upward on the couch, as if trying to entice Jesse to touch him again. It nearly worked.
Jesse watched in fascination at the look of need crossing over Sam's features. The boy's chest was flushed, but Jesse wasn't sure if it was from lust or from all the fondling and roaming Jesse's hands had been doing. He rather hoped for the former. He liked the thought that his little Sam was aching for him just as much as he was aching for Sam.
Jesse grinned as Sam arched up again, reaching for Jesse, luring Jesse in like a fish on the hook. How incredibly erotic the boy looked in his need.
"Come on, little one. Let's go upstairs. We'll be more comfortable up there." He smiled as he reached down, lifting the light boy into his arms as if he weighed nothing. Sam immediately wrapped his arms around Jesse's neck and nuzzled his face into Jesse's warm, solid chest.
"Wrap your legs around my waist." Jesse said hoarsely. "I wouldn't want to drop such precious cargo."
Sam did as he was told, wrapping his legs firmly around Jesse's hips. He surprised Jesse by rubbing his crotch frantically against Jesse's abdomen. The frenzied motion caused Sam's crease to press agonizingly against Jesse's rigid erection. The grinding lasted for several moments before Jesse grabbed Sam by the hips and pressed him firmly against his own overheated body, trying to stop the grinding before they both came.
Damn, the boy felt so good, Jesse wanted to toss him up against the wall and fuck him senseless. But that wouldn't do. Not for their first time. There would be all weekend for the more debauched things Jesse had in mind for his little Sam.
Sam seemed to be getting impatient with Jesse and squirmed against his larger body, rubbing his cock firmly against Jesse's abs. Damned impatient little bottom his Sam was, and obviously incredibly horny too.
"Damn, little one." Jesse groaned savagely. If anything, that little move made Jesse even harder. It was with some difficulty that he walked down the hallway and up the stairs towards the bedroom, trying not to walk into any furniture or walls along the way.
"Behave, I don't want to drop you," Jesse ordered with a ragged voice. But Sam seemed too far gone to listen, and continued to try to dry hump himself against Jesse's crotch.
Sam had a death grip in Jesse's hair and his legs wrapped so tightly around Jesse's hips that it was virtually a professional wrestling hold. He plastered his mouth against Jesse's, spearing his tongue in and out of Jesse's mouth almost aggressively.
Finally Jesse's hand latched on to the doorknob to his bedroom. It took only a moment to fling open the door and stumble across the room to the huge bed that dominated the space. He finally managed to peel Sam off his chest and let the boy fall to the bed, where he bounced slightly before coming to rest on his back, looking up at Jesse with lust-hazed eyes.
Jesse groped for the light switch next to the bed. It was dark in his room, and he wanted light to see his little morsel's every expression as he came, screaming Jesse's name as he climaxed over and over again. Jesse grinned as he knelt on the bed between Sam's bent knees.
"That looks slightly uncomfortable." Jesse smirked as he fondled Sam's burgeoning cock through his jeans. "Whatever should we do about it?" Jesse teased, molding it and stroking it for several long moments. Sam seemed unable to do anything besides cry out and move into Jesse's hand, rocking back and forth, demanding more.
"Jesse," Sam finally panted. His fists clenched in the bedspread on either side of his head. His back arched and his thighs parted like magic before Jesse's devouring eyes.
"Shall I help you with these?" Jesse offered sweetly, pressing firmly against Sam's jean-covered shaft.
"Yes! Yes! Please! Do something." Sam cried out.
Without another word, Jesse unfastened the button on Sam's jeans and gradually, inch by torturous inch, lowered the zipper.
Sam arched harder, trying to force Jesse into touching him, but Jesse was having none of that. He would set the pace and Sam would learn to follow it, or the poor boy would truly come to understand the meaning of the word frustration.
The boy was still young and untrained, so when Sam grunted and thrust his hips as hard as he could in Jesse's grasp, Jesse relented. He allowed his hand to brush against the white briefs covering Sam's swollen erection as he steadily pulled the zipper downward.
Once Jesse had the zipper all the way down, Sam's erection seemed to burst free of the jeans waving to get Jesse's attention through his tighty-whiteys. Poor Sam needn't have worried, though; he had had Jesse's fixated interest from the moment he saw the boy in the club.
Jesse leaned back as he carefully pulled the jeans off the boy's legs, taking his shoes and socks with them. Sam lay there, stretched out on Jesse's bed in nothing but his sleek white briefs. Sam's beautiful body writhed entrancingly, and Jesse's breath hitched in his chest.
Damn, the boy was utter perfection. The light smattering of fluff seemed to beat a path to the treasure buried under the tighty-whiteys that Jesse could hardly wait to uncover. But he did wait, for a while at least. He didn't want to rush this time with Sam. He wanted to take his time, to make every moment count.
Jesse leaned forward until his body entirely covered Sam from head to toe. He ground rhythmically against the lithe body beneath him, enjoying the feeling as the heat between them tripled where their skin touched.
From the noises the boy was making into Jesse's mouth and the way he was grinding his cock against Jesse's hip, Jesse knew Sam wouldn't last long. The only thing to do was to let Sam get one off. The next time, Sam should last a lot longer for all the things Jesse wanted to do to him. It was hard to tell, though; Sam was so responsive and so eager for sensation, he might come again before Jesse could even get inside him.
The only thing left to decide was exactly how to get his sexy little Sam off. If Jesse used his hand, he could watch Sam's beautiful expression up close as Sam came. Jesse knew without a doubt that Sam would be utterly magnificent in the throes of pleasure. He could imagine the sweet body surging as he called out Jesse's name in a frenzy of passion. It would be magnificent.
But, with his mouth, Jesse knew he could make Sam completely lose control. Jesse knew he was unequalled in giving his partners oral and he found nearly as much pleasure in it as his partners did. He knew he would enjoy making Sam come utterly unglued with his lips and tongue, and maybe a hint of his teeth.
Jesse grinned. He knew what he wanted. He wanted to taste sweet little Sam, to find out if the boy tasted as good as Jesse imagined.
There was no doubt Sam would get it up again tonight, probably several times, with Jesse's eager assistance. The boy was very young and healthy, and responded enthusiastically to Jesse's touches. Sam would get it up again over and over and over until he passed out, and Jesse would be with him every step of the way.
Jesse's hands cupped Sam's nipples, pinching and flicking them until they were hot, hard peaks. Jesse's lips traveled down Sam's neck and over his chest to the first little nub of pleasure. Sucking first one and then the other into his mouth, Jesse twirled them around with his tongue, pinching them slightly between his teeth, sucking them hard until the blood flowed just beneath the surface of the skin.
Even through Sam's underwear Jesse could feel the boy's cock throbbing in time with his teasing of Sam's nipples. He grinned as his lips finally moved from their ravished prizes, down Sam's chest and abdomen, until he came to the elastic waist band of his underwear.
"Hmm. Look what I found here," Jesse drawled. If his voice sounded more hoarse and less controlled than usual, he was sure Sam was too far gone in his own pleasure to notice. Jesse's hot breath ghosted over Sam's navel, and the anxious boy gave a full-body shudder. Blowing gently over Sam's navel again Jesse smiled as Sam let out something that sounded a lot like a sob and shivered again. It was intoxicating to have such power over someone so responsive. Jesse couldn't wait to explore further and see what else he could do to the boy, see how else the little one would respond.
"Shall we see what's under here?" Jesse said, running his finger along the inside of the elastic and pulling down slightly on the underwear with one hand. With only one finger of the other hand he meticulously traced up one side and down the other of the tented cock pointing nearly straight up at the ceiling.
"Yes. Please. God! Yes!" Sam howled hoarsely. The boy's eyes were closed and his head thrown back. One arm was draped over his eyes while the other hand fisted spastically in the bedspread beside him.
"Look at me, little one," Jesse demanded firmly.
Sam shook his head, clearly very self conscious of what they were doing. But that wasn't nearly enough for Jesse. He wanted Sam right there with him every step of the way, enjoying it just as much as Jesse was, if not more so. Jesse needed Sam to watch and accept him, to want him.
"Look at me," Jesse ordered again. His hand stilled, pressing slightly into the tip of Sam's erection through his underwear. It took several long, deep breaths, but Sam finally opened his eyes and peeked out from beneath the shelter of the arm he had flung over his face.
Jesse was pleased with Sam's obedience, even in the midst of the mind-numbing pleasure. It was going to be easy, and very enjoyable, to train such an obedient lover, and Jesse looked forward to it immensely.
"That's very good. Keep your eyes on me the whole time. If you stop looking, I stop pleasuring. Okay?" He waited for Sam's barely perceptible nod before he continued.
"Very good," Jesse reiterated. His hands continued their teasing caresses for several minutes as a reward for Sam's obedience.
"This feels wonderful. It's so hot. I can feel it. Even through your underwear. I wonder what you look like? I wonder if your cock is as beautiful and pale as you are? Or maybe it's dark, flushed with need and pleasure. The need to come. Hmm? Shall we look?"
"Yes. Please! Yes! Look!" Sam uttered loudly, nearly coming unglued already from just Jesse's voice and words and tantalizing touches.
"Yes, let's look at my present." Jesse smiled wickedly. He lowered Sam's underwear, staring vigilantly, relishing every last bit of soft, luxurious skin that was exposed to his demanding eyes. His fingers traced the skin as they followed the underwear down Sam's legs and finally over his feet and tossed into some unknown corner. Jesse couldn't be bothered to pay attention to where it went; he had other things to occupy his mind.
"Ooh, isn't that a nice-looking present. All swollen and hard, just for me. Or maybe that's because of me." Jesse chuckled. "Doesn't matter, really, since I'm the one who's going to be taking care of it."
Jesse looked at his prize, throbbing in front of him. As he had imagined, Sam was beautiful everywhere. Sam's slender prick sprang to attention before Jesse's eyes. As he watched, he could see Sam's frantic heartbeat echoed in the pulses of the young man's cock, causing it to sway as though it were dancing for Jesse. The beautiful rod was topped with a dark, mushroom cap. The cap seemed to glow almost purple-red as though angrily demanding to be released from its pent-up frustrations.
Sam's balls were tight and the wrinkly sac was drawn up against Sam's shaft. Jesse couldn't wait to taste them, to take them into his mouth, roll them around, and suck them until Sam came in a screaming frenzy. The nearly seven-inch rod waved at Jesse dramatically from its nest of pale gold tufts of curly pubic hair.
Jesse was surprised at how soft the hair was as he carded his fingers through it. He was careful not to touch the boy's sensitized skin. He didn't want Sam coming anywhere but in his mouth. Jesse wanted to suck the boy to completion, to taste his essence, and he didn't want anything interfering with that.
Jesse blew gently over the tip of Sam's cock, as though playing a flesh flute, and a shudder wracked Sam's body.
"Did you like that? Shall I do it again?" Jesse teased, allowing his hot breath to flow across Sam's hypersensitized shaft.
"God, yes. Yes. Do it! Do something!" Sam practically screamed.
"Yes, I suppose I had better. Never want to be accused of not taking care of you, now do I? But what to do with it? What to do? How about this?"
Jesse used the tips of two fingers to trace Sam's cock tenderly from base to tip, over that mushroom cap leaking pre-come like a fountain, and then down the other side, spreading the juices as he moved.
"Yes. Do that! Do that again!" Sam pleaded, practically arching off the bed in an attempt to get more of that touch.
"I suppose I could," Jesse agreed amiably, grinning at Sam's desperation so he did. Over and over he traced up one side and down the other on Sam's steel-hard shaft. His touch was gentle, a brief caress of skin on skin, hardly enough to be felt, but it was enough to drive Sam wild. The boy panted and twisted his body, begging for more, even though he didn't seem to be aware of it at all.
Jesse gathered the pearl drops that seeped from the tip, spreading them around Sam's cock. He was tracing the shaft lightly, not using the spillage as lubricant for a hand job, just enough to make his fingers slide effortlessly over the silky-soft skin. It was very satisfying to know that just Jesse's touch was enough to have Sam leaking copious amounts of his pleasure.
"Are you still watching?" Jesse demanded, relaxing his movements slightly.
"Yes! Yes! Watching." Jesse chuckled at Sam's limited ability to form speech. The way the boy was shifting beneath him, Jesse had to wonder how much Sam could actually see, but at least his eyes were still open, albeit unfocused.
"Do you like this?" Jesse asked, pressing a fingernail against Sam's weeping slit.
"Yes! Yes! Feels sooo good." Sam panted.
"Then you should like this even more." Jesse leaned down, displacing his fingertips with his tongue. With long, languid strokes, he licked from the base to the tip of Sam's cock. He ran his tongue attentively over every inch until he had circled around Sam's cock completely.
At the first touch of his tongue, Sam nearly shot off the bed, shouting Jesse's name, and Jesse had no choice but to hold the boy's hips down firmly with both hands. That didn't stop Sam from thrashing and babbling incoherently as Jesse tortured Sam deliberately with his tongue, but at least Jesse wasn't in danger of being thrown off the bed.
Occasionally Jesse's tongue drifted down to lick and wrap itself around one or the other of Sam's tightly drawn balls. Again and again he did this until he finally took what he desired and swallowed one whole, pulling it into his mouth and sucking on it gently. He moved from one to the other, enjoying the taste and humming his delight, driving Sam further into a pleasure-induced frenzy. At the vibrations from Jesse's humming, Sam nearly exploded, he was so close to the edge. Jesse pulled away, letting the ball slide out of his scorching mouth with an audible pop.
Jesse couldn't stop the evil grin he knew he wore. "Did you like that?" He paused, waiting for Sam to answer.
"Oh, Jesse... Don't stop, please," Sam whimpered.
"Oh, little one." Jesse chuckled. He lowered his face until his breath blew across Sam's leaking cock, causing the boy to shiver and plead for more again.
"You are too adorable." Jesse couldn't deny himself any longer, and gave Sam what he needed and what Jesse wanted.
His lips descended leisurely over the erect organ straining before him, and Jesse groaned appreciatively as the boy's flavor fully hit his palate. Sam tasted even better than he'd imagined: sweet like fruit nectar with a touch of salt from the sweat they'd generated. Sam's essence was clean and perfect and unmistakably all Sam.
Jesse wrapped his tongue around Sam's cock, pressing it against the bulging vein as he drew his mouth up deftly, tracing every slight detail he could feel. Sam cried out in sheer ecstasy, and if Jesse hadn't had him anchored firmly by the hips, Sam would have tossed them both off the massive bed.
Jesse held the twisting boy tightly as he again descended. He sucked and swallowed as he moved deliberately down the distended member and Sam cried out again. Sam's hands seemed to automatically find purchase in Jesse's hair, and he held on tightly as Jesse continued to unravel Sam's tenuous hold on reality.
Jesse couldn't help grinning around the cock in his mouth as Sam continued to cry out his pleasure to the world. It was a good thing he lived in a house and not an apartment, otherwise his neighbors would be calling the cops by now. But here Jesse's neighbors were far away, and they couldn't hear Sam's deafening cries. Even if they could hear, it would take more than nosy neighbors to make Jesse stop now.
Sam was intoxicating in his pleasure. Every moan, every whimper, every incoherently babbled plea simply drove Jesse further on his quest to please Sam. Jesse was determined to blow Sam's innocent little mind, and he wasn't far from succeeding.
Jesse continued to bob as Sam's leaking pre-come became a steady flow. The boy was so turned on now that it wouldn't be long before he finally blew. Jesse buried his nose in Sam's downy pubes, tightening his throat around the tip of Sam's shaft and swallowing repeatedly.
Jesse scraped his teeth gently against Sam's cock as he raised his head until his lips encircled just the crown. His tongue laved Sam's slit firmly, pressing inside just enough to cause a hint of pleasure/pain. And Sam loved it.
Sam screamed and babbled and begged for more until he was hoarse. Jesse lowered his head completely, taking Sam deep into his hot mouth and swallowed, using his throat muscles to tip the boy over the edge.
Jesse wasn't disappointed.
Sam gave a joyous shout and his hands tightened painfully in Jesse's thick hair, almost yanking it out as his orgasm burst through his body. Sam shot thick pearly ropes of come deep into Jesse's throat. Jesse rumbled around Sam's cock making Sam cry out yet again as he thrust his groin frantically against Jesse's face.
Jesse anchored Sam's hips against the bed. He pulled back until only the crown remained in his hot mouth, so he could taste Sam's sweet release on his tongue. He watched, his eyes riveted to Sam's twisting body as the boy continued to pulse into Jesse's mouth. Sam looked exquisite. His head was thrown back, his neck arched, and he looked like a beautiful, debauched angel lying in Jesse's bed, caught in the throes of ecstasy. Jesse liked that thought and sucked harder, making Sam call out and spurt yet again as the aftershocks continued to wrack his slender body.
As Sam finally seemed to calm down, Jesse could feel the cock in his mouth twitch a few more times before going limp against Jesse's caressing tongue.
"Oh, God." Sam sobbed hoarsely, collapsing back on the bed. His breathing rasped and his chest heaved as he tried to catch his breath.
Jesse grinned and licked the flagging erection clean, bringing a few more shudders and groans as he did so. He was right about Sam's reloading ability. It seemed like it wouldn't be any time at all before the boy was ready to shoot another load, hopefully with Jesse inside him this time.
Jesse was so hard and horny that if his dick didn't see some action soon, it was going to rebel and fall off in protest. Seeing Sam come nearly had Jesse shooting his own release without ever having touched himself.
Sam was the absolute personification of beauty when he came. There weren't words enough to describe the feeling Jesse got from watching Sam come and knowing Jesse had caused it. Jesse wanted to see it again. He could hardly wait to see it again.
Jesse finally released Sam's turgid cock from his mouth with a reluctant slurp. He kissed the tip, his tongue flicking out to give it a gentle caress. Jesse moved deliberately up Sam's body, kissing and licking and nibbling as he went. He stopped for a moment at each nipple, tonguing and sucking on those still rock-hard nubs before continuing on up Sam's flushed and beautiful body.
Jesse raised his head to gaze down into Sam's glowing face. The boy looked thoroughly sated. His hair was mussed and surrounded his face in a halo over the green bedspread. His lips were swollen as though he'd been biting them. Sam was still panting, still trying to catch his breath, but his eyes were wide open, staring up at Jesse with incredulous, bright delight. Sam looked at Jesse as though the man was the god of pleasure himself, which thrilled Jesse to no end. That was a look Jesse liked seeing in Sam's eyes, and Jesse was determined to keep that look on Sam's face as much as possible.
Lowering his head, Jesse covered Sam's succulent mouth with his own. He delved deeply, letting Sam taste himself as they kissed. Sam wrapped his arms around Jesse's neck, pulling him closer to his heat as though he would never let Jesse go.
Jesse dove inside Sam's mouth, leaving no spot uncaressed, untasted. His tongue stroked every part of Sam again and again as he ground his still-clothed groin against Sam's growing erection.
Jesse was pleased that Sam didn't balk at the taste of himself. Some men didn't like to taste their own semen and refused to kiss after Jesse gave them head. Jesse quickly dropped close-minded men like that; they weren't worth the effort. Sam's eagerness and responsiveness were refreshing to Jesse. He hadn't realized how jaded he'd become without someone to really care about.
Jesse tweaked a tender nipple just to hear Sam gasp and see him arch his back, pressing harder against Jesse's chest. Jesse loved hearing those sounds.
Jesse pulled away slightly, still gazing down at his little Sam, but giving them both room to catch their breath.
"How are you feeling?" Jesse smiled. One hand still fondled Sam's chest while the other propped up his head so he could watch Sam as they spoke.
"That was amazing," Sam replied, eyes wide open and face still flushed in the aftermath. "I've never done anything like that before. It was incredible." His flush deepened as he admitted his lack of expertise.
Jesse paused for a moment. He'd known Sam was a bit innocent and obviously new to the leather club, but he wondered again just how much of an innocent Sam really was.
"So," Jesse drawled, letting his fingers trace over Sam's sensitive nipple, "you've never had a blow job before?"
Sam just shook his head, the blush deepening even further.
"So, I would be correct in assuming you've never had sex before, then, either?"
Sam's blush flushed his whole body. Jesse had never seen anyone turn that bright red before without hours under the sun with no sunscreen.
"Um, not really." Sam squirmed.
"Not really? How far did you go, then?" Jesse continued. It was important to find out so he knew what to expect.
"Well, I tried once. You know. To... to... you know...?"
"Bottom?" Jesse supplied helpfully.
"Yes, bottom. Yes. Well, it didn't go very well. You know?"
"No, I'm not sure I do know. Tell me exactly what happened. It's important so I know what to do for you," Jesse said firmly. He didn't want to scare Sam, but he needed to know how far Sam had really gone and what he'd actually done. He didn't want to hurt Sam by going too far too fast if the boy was really as innocent as he suddenly seemed.
Sam's shyness overtook him. He shook his head and buried his face in his hands.
"That won't do," Jesse said, sitting up and prying Sam's hands away so he could watch Sam's face as they spoke. "Look at me, little one. It's important you tell me exactly what happened. I promise, it won't change the way I feel about you or how much I want you. Okay?"
But Sam seemed unable bring himself to respond. He appeared frozen, as if mortified by Jesse's words.
"Fine, I'll ask you questions, and you just nod or shake your head. All right?"
Sam seemed to consider this for a moment and nodded briefly.
"Did you get naked together?" Jesse teased lightly, trying to work Sam gently into the harder questions.
Sam blushed furiously, but nodded.
"Did he touch you here?" He touched Sam's nipples with a firm tap. Sam giggled and squirmed, but nodded.
"Did he touch you here?" Jesse said, stroking Sam's growing erection with caressing fingertips. Sam squeaked, but nodded.
"Were you in bed together?" Yes. Jesse continued to stroke Sam's shaft, coaxing responses out of the shy boy.
"I know he didn't suck your dick, but did you suck his?"
Sam shook his head violently. No.
"That's good. Only a couple more questions now." Jesse smiled. He was inordinately pleased that his cock would be the first one Sam tasted. There was no doubt in his mind that this would happen; it was only a matter of time. Jesse could be very patient for something worthwhile. And Jesse was sure that Sam was the worthwhile person he'd been waiting so very long for.
"Did he touch you here?" Jesse continued, his fingers drifting down as he stroked Sam's sac. Sam's balls were tight and wrinkled, and as Jesse's fingers ran over them, Sam shivered and keened quietly, as though trying to suppress his voice. "Well, did he?" Jesse pressed, still stroking them.
Sam shook his head frantically and Jesse's smile widened. He hadn't been able to play with Sam's balls the way he normally would when giving someone head. He knew how good it felt to be touched there. But Sam's movements had been so volatile that if Jesse hadn't held him down, they would have been bucked from the bed. Jesse had managed to taste his little Sam enough to get a good tease of what their future would hold, but it wasn't enough to satisfy him for long. Jesse knew he'd have time later to play with that sensitive sac and tempting balls to his heart's content, and he looked forward to that.
"Good. Do you like it when I touch you here?" he teased, sliding fingers over one ball, then over his shaft, lingering on the tip before sliding down the other side and fingering the second ball.
"Yes. That feels so good." Sam moaned, his head pressed back into the pillow and his body arching up into Jesse's.
After several long minutes spent torturing Sam with these new sensations, Jesse finally let his hand drift lower, to the focus of all these questions.
"Did he touch you here?" Jesse questioned, somewhat hoarsely. Watching Sam like this made it difficult to maintain his control, but it was necessary for at least a little while longer. Jesse needed to know everything to make sure Sam felt comfortable with him and not afraid of what they were doing together. He deliberately lowered his fingers to caress the smooth skin between Sam's balls and asshole. Jesse moved down lovingly until he was fingering the skin around the hole, very gently ghosting his fingers over the puckered flesh.
Instantly he felt Sam tense, and for the first time, the boy drew away from Jesse's touches. But Sam said nothing, instead burying his face in his hands once again.
"Come now, little one," Jesse said, drawing the hands away from Sam's face. He stroked the boy's cheeks with both hands, trying to pull him out of his shell. "He touched you there, right?"
Sam looked up at him with wide eyes. It took a while, but Jesse was patient, and Sam finally nodded.
"You didn't like it?" Jesse continued to caress Sam's face, letting him know through touch that Jesse was here with him, for him.
"It hurt," Sam finally whispered. "It hurt a lot."
"Why did it hurt? What did he do?" Jesse asked, trying not to let his anger show. It was obvious the boy hadn't had a good first experience, and that annoyed Jesse beyond words. It was a top's responsibility to make sure the experience was pleasurable for both partners, especially when it was someone's first time.
Since there had been so much pain, Jesse knew the irresponsible top hadn't prepared little Sam well enough. Poor little love. It infuriated Jesse that Sam had had to go through that experience.
Jesse realized he would have to show Sam what real pleasure could be had from sex. He needed to make Sam forget the pain of the past and want to move forward with these feelings growing so quickly between them. Sam needed to want the sex, want the pleasure, and want the intimacy that came with doing the act as it should be done between two lovers who cared about one another.
"He... he tried to put it in. You know, there. It hurt and I told him to stop, but he tried anyway. It hurt a lot and he kept trying. But I was bleeding and it really hurt and I didn't want to do it anymore. He said the lube on the condom should have been enough. He got mad and said I was too small to be a good lay and kicked me out," Sam said finally, in such a rush to get the words out that Jesse had a hard time following the whole tirade. But he understood enough of the rambling to be furious at the unknown top.
What an awful first experience for his little one. There was no excuse for a top to hurt Sam like that and then throw him out without even taking care of him or explaining things to him. No good top worth his balls would be so careless. If Jesse ever found out who the self-centered top was, Jesse would rip the ignoramus' dick off and shove it up his own ass.
He realized that Sam had fallen silent and was looking anxious, as though waiting for Jesse to condemn him or throw him out too. Jesse forced the smile back on to his face and kissed Sam thoroughly, possessively. He didn't want Sam to think for even a moment that Jesse was anything like that bastard.
Jesse let his hands roam freely over Sam's chest, smoothing away the tension that had built up in the slender body. It took a while, but Sam finally relaxed again. Jesse ran kisses over his face and chest for long minutes before finally stopping and gazing down the sweet, uncertain boy.
"Do you trust me?" Jesse asked, determined to show Sam that not all sex hurt.
Sam didn't even hesitate before he nodded. That made Jesse smile again, even more resolute to prove himself to the young man.
"Good. I want you to get onto your hands and knees. Believe in me. I won't hurt you."
Sam hesitated a moment, but quickly acquiesced to Jesse's orders. That clear show of trust had Jesse's flagging erection raging back into action. He couldn't help but stare at that magnificent ass spread out before him like a delicious feast.
And that's exactly what Jesse planned to do---feast like a starving man.
Jesse stood up and quickly removed his sweatpants. They were becoming increasingly uncomfortable and he needed them off, now. He threw them over his shoulder, not caring where they landed, and quickly climbed back onto the bed. He knelt behind Sam and reached up, caressing Sam's beautiful ass cheeks with both hands.
"Don't worry," Jesse said reassuringly as Sam stared at him in trepidation. "I promise not to hurt you. If at any time you feel uncomfortable or want me to stop, just say so. I promise I won't be mad. Okay?" He waited for Sam's nod of assent before continuing.
"I swear this will make you feel incredible." Jesse reached down, caressing Sam's upper thighs and the small of his back. Hot hands trailed everywhere as Jesse, gently coaxed Sam into relaxing again. It didn't take long this time before he felt the tension fade from Sam's beautiful body.
Jesse pressed butterfly-soft kisses on Sam's back, trailing ever downward over the silky, smooth skin until he reached the curve of Sam's backside. He fluttered kisses over Sam's ass cheeks again and again, intermingling them with light licks meant to arouse. It hardly took any time before Sam was grunting, begging for more, and his hips were shifting beneath Jesse's loving caresses, pressing his ass harder against Jesse's face and hands.
Jesse continued his teasing kisses, running them over Sam's back and ass cheeks and inner thighs until he reached the rose-colored flesh of Sam's tightly clenched and puckered hole. He let his tongue gently swipe across the opening before kissing the delicately furrowed rosette.
Jesse inhaled deeply, breathing in the essence that was Sam. A deep musky scent washed over Jesse, seeping into his soul, seeming to fit inside him as if the boy belonged there. Sam tasted better than anything Jesse had ever tasted before. He gently sucked the entrance, listening to Sam's cries, listening for the slightest sound of discomfort. But there was none, only moans of pleasure and want emerging from those swollen lips.
Jesse licked again at the entrance, using his hands to spread Sam's ass cheeks for better access to the tiny, puckered hole. He felt Sam clench up slightly and eased back, giving Sam a chance to get used to his touch. Jesse ran his hands over Sam's back and thighs, using his touch to help Sam focus on the pleasure of the here and now and forget the pain of the past.
As soon as he felt Sam relax, he continued his exploration. He ran his tongue repeatedly over Sam's warm crease, each time grazing over the edges of the hole, but never penetrating. He wanted Sam to be so lost in the pleasure that he wouldn't remember what he was so nervous about.
"Spread your legs more," Jesse said quietly and Sam was quick to obey. There was no hesitation in the movement, and Jesse could see Sam's hands clenched tightly in the covers in front of him, as if trying to hang on to what little self control the boy had.
Jesse smiled. He liked the fact that he could reduce the young man to whimpering need with only a few short kisses and well-placed licks.
Moving down, Jesse licked from Sam's perineum to his hole time and again. Long, dragging strokes with the flat of his tongue were designed to push Sam to the brink and open him up even more for Jesse's planned invasion. Sam begged harder and thrust his hips back onto Jesse's questing tongue. Jesse loved the responses he was getting from Sam. It ratcheted up his own desire even higher every time Sam called out or thrust that beautiful ass so trustingly against Jesse, offering it to him.
Sam buried his face in the bedspread, looking over his shoulder at Jesse every few moments as though he couldn't help himself. Jesse smiled. Sam probably didn't even realize it, but the new position thrust Sam's ass farther into the air, opening it even more to his questing tongue. One of Jesse's hands moved from Sam's hips and began caressing the boy's cock with long, languid strokes meant to keep the boy on the cusp of pleasure, but not bring him over the edge until Jesse wanted Sam to. He wanted complete control over Sam and his pleasure, and he was going to have it.
Jesse's lips hovered over Sam's hole. He kissed it, giving it a gentle yet possessive suck as he did. Sam whimpered, seemingly lost to the sensations, but never told Jesse to stop. Jesse speared his tongue and thrust at the hole, breaching it only a bit. He paused for a moment, but Sam only whimpered in response. He thrust his tongue again and again against Sam's hole, breaching slightly more each time.
Jesse's hand continued to stroke Sam's cock, ever so calmly. As he did, he reached down and cupped Sam's balls, rolling them in his large hands and making the boy's whole body shiver in response. Jesse rolled the balls firmly, tugging occasionally until they were so hot and tight, Jesse knew that Sam was going to explode soon.
He thrust his tongue deeper, sampling the wonderful, musky-sweet taste that was completely Sam. His tongue thrust in and out, in and out, fucking Sam, owning him as completely with his tongue as he would eventually with his cock.
"Oh, God. Jesse. Don't stop. Don't ever stop!" Sam screamed loudly.
No worries there. Jesse smiled against Sam's hole. He was already addicted to Sam's taste and would do anything to have it forever his. He continued to thrust deep inside that silky, hot hole, and Sam's hips began moving in time to those thrusts. Sam pushed himself back onto Jesse's tongue, pushing Jesse deeper inside.
Jesse loved being inside Sam, tasting him in a way that no man had ever tasted this boy before. Jesse treasured the fact that, for all intents and purposes, Jesse was the first person to be here. He was the first person to know Sam in such an intimate way.
If Jesse had his way, he would be the last person to know Sam like this as well. He couldn't wait to share all that Jesse knew of love and pleasure and pleasurable pain with his Sam. He knew it would be an incredible journey for both of them.
Jesse could feel Sam almost ready to burst and increased the speed of his hand fondling Sam's cock and balls. The hard, hot steel in his grasp swelled even more, and with a scream muffled by the blankets, Sam came, shooting copious amounts of streaming come onto the bedspread beneath him as well as onto Sam's chest and Jesse's hand.
Jesse continued to stroke Sam's cock with his hands, milking every last drop out of Sam that he possible could. He could feel Sam's hole clenching around his tongue as the boy came. Again and again the boy was wracked by spasms as the aftershocks worked through his body. This was the best feeling Jesse had ever encountered: knowing Sam had trusted him so much so soon in their relationship spoke volumes for their future together. That Sam felt safe enough to allow Jesse to do these things after Sam had suffered such a horrible first experience was a heady experience for Jesse. It added to the pleasure Jesse felt, bringing him closer to the edge even as Sam crested his own orgasm.
Finally the last drop of come was milked, and Sam collapsed onto the bed, groaning loudly as he melted, sated, into the mattress, ignoring the puddles of come beneath him.
Jesse couldn't wait any longer and sat up as he stroked his rock-hard cock. Watching Sam's face as he came had been the most erotic thing he'd ever seen. Jesse needed to come now. Before his blue balls jumped up and ran away in protest.
"Turn over," Jesse demanded harshly. Sam obeyed, rolling over onto his back with some difficulty. The boy was sated and boneless with the mind altering pleasure he'd received but he tried to respond to Jesse's command as best he could. His legs fell naturally apart, giving Jesse a look at the now flaccid cock resting on Sam's thigh, still leaking drops of come that dribbled down that smooth skin.
Sam's face was a mask of ecstasy, his cheeks flushed and his pupils dilated with desire as he panted and gasped for air. His tongue rested between the pearly white teeth, visible between his open, luscious lips as he stared up at Jesse.
With a triumphant shout, Jesse came. Thick ropes of pleasure spurted from his cock, splashing over Sam's chest and thighs in long strands, marking Sam as his.
Jesse collapsed on top of Sam, crushing the slight boy beneath his greater weight. Jesse's cock twisted and jumped at the contact between their fiercely hot skins. Jesse thrust a few times, humping against Sam's abdomen, drawing out his pleasure even as he shot a few more strands of come, until all the aftershocks finally subsided. Sam didn't seem to mind the weight as he wrapped his arms around Jesse, pulling him even more tightly against his form, mixing their semen between them. Jesse didn't mind either. He rather enjoyed the thought of their mixed seed smeared over both their naked bodies.
His lips sought Sam's, drinking in the flavor of the boy's eager responses.
"Thank you," Sam murmured sleepily. "Was 'credible." His eyes were already drifting closed, and his tight grip over Jesse never slackened as the boy's muscles relaxed. Jesse could feel the boy trying to hang onto consciousness, but it was a losing battle.
That was fine with Jesse; let the boy sleep. When he woke, there would be plenty of time to continue the boy's education and training. Jesse was absolutely determined to keep Sam here, and most especially in his bed. If he had anything to say about it, Sam would move in with him immediately. Jesse knew a good thing when he found it. He'd been searching for years for Sam and had no intention of letting the boy go any time soon.
Jesses smiled to himself as he shifted and settled down beside Sam for a well-deserved nap. He pulled Sam against his hot body until they were touching from head to toe. Jesse tucked Sam's head under his chin, breathing deeply of the boy's scent. He pulled the bedspread up over both of them as well as he could. Next time Jesse would have to remember to do it on the sheets so they could snuggle under the covers. Jesse's house was warm, so they'd be fine and later, when Sam woke up, they could get settled in better.
Jesse looked down at his little lover. Thank goodness he hadn't settled for the same old thing at the club. Thank goodness Jesse had been the one to find such a beautiful, responsive boy as his Sam.
Jesse rather looked forward to training the boy and showing him all the pleasures that were to be had between two dedicated lovers. He wondered how many rim jobs it would take to convince little Sam to move in with him. From the way he reacted to the first one, probably not many at all.
The thought that Sam might refuse never entered the equation. Sam would be his; Jesse knew it, and he'd prove it to Sam again and again and again for the rest of their long, loving lives.
The End.
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