Castle Roland

Forever 1 - Beginnings

by Jack Schaeffer


Chapter 17

Published: 26 Mar 15

FOREVER 1 - Beginnings
By Jack Schaeffer
Copyright © 2014 - 2015. All rights reserved.

_"A beginning is a very delicate time."_
from Dune (1984) by Frank Herbert, David Lynch

I woke up sometime in the middle of the night, instantly aware of Sam's warm, hairy chest pressed up against my back, his muscular arm resting across my chest as he spooned me tightly in his sleep. If I thought his hugs were the safest place on earth, what do I call this? Heaven in a bed? Sam's hot breath was just barely tickling the back of my neck - and exciting me. But as much as I might want to wake him up and explore his body more, Sam needed to sleep.

It had taken him a long time to settle down after I had turned out the lights. I had laid there in the dark, snuggled up against his side, listening to his breathing. His twisted ankle was hurting him more than he was letting on. I was worried about him, but I said nothing. The last thing he wanted was me babying him. The rise and fall of his chest eventually settled into a slow and steady rhythm. Sam finally slept.

Now as I lay there in the dark, I marveled at the fact of this man sleeping beside me. There was no doubt in my mind I loved him and he loved me. How it had happened so quickly, I would never know - maybe we both had simply waited long enough. Whatever the reason or the cause, I was happier than I had ever dreamed possible, and intended to make sure Sam never regretted his decision to love me back.

I gently pulled Sam's arm even tighter to my chest and held on to it with my own. He was hairy in a way that turned me on to no end. The fact he was naked and his semi-hard cock was pressed up against my ass added to the excitement. I had yet to touch it, and the temptation to reach behind me was intense. But I steadied myself with a reminder that while he slept, he wasn't feeling any pain, which was more important than me feeling...well, anything else. I sighed with contentment and drifted off to sleep.

When I awoke the next time, the sun was shining through the lace curtains in the bedroom windows, and Sam was still spooning me as before. But now his dick was rock hard and pressed tightly up against my butt. He was still asleep, but making small movements - not exactly humping me, but I was definitely aware of his hips making tiny gyrations against my backside. I couldn't tell if he was having a sex dream or something else had him agitated and twitching. My own dick was also hard, and I needed to piss pretty badly. I hated to leave the warmth of his arms, but I had no choice.

He started to stir as I slipped out from under the big, strong arm holding me to him firmly. As I stood up next to the bed, I thought I heard him mumble, "Come back." But I couldn't be sure, and if he did, he was definitely sleep talking. I tip toed to the bathroom and did what I needed to do in there and slipped back into bed as quietly as I could. In my momentary absence, Sam had rolled over to his other side, and it was my turn to spoon him.

Not an easy thing to do when you are 4 inches shorter and the other guy is just bigger everywhere. But I put my arm around him - and he immediately grabbed on to it and scooted backwards, his ass bumping up against my crotch and staying there.

"Mmmmm...nice," Sam whispered, eyes closed, still half asleep. "Where'd you go?"

"Bathroom. Had to pee," I replied.

"Oh." His response was to hold me even tighter. "Jack...don't leave me, okay?"

"Hey, Sam. It's okay. I just had to take a leak."

"No...I mean...please don't ever leave did." Oh man. I didn't see that coming.

"Sam. I'm not going anywhere. I promise. You're stuck with me now, big guy. You've seen me naked. You open the package, you own it." He chuckled, now fully awake, his momentary insecurity chased away.

He turned to face me, keeping my arm around him as he rolled over. "I like you naked, Jack. A lot. You're hot. I still can't believe you're mine. I'm not dreaming all this, right? You did tell me you loved me...and I told you the same? And then we...did what we did, right?"

I smiled at him. "Oh, yeah, Sam. We did what we did. And yes, I told you I love you. And I will tell you so every day for the rest of our lives, because it's true."

He looked at me with those amazing, deep blue eyes, and for a second I thought he might start to tear up. We'd had enough tears - so I gently kissed him instead. Sure, our breath may not have been the best, but I didn't care if he didn't. I just wanted my lips on his. He kissed me back, and I could sense him relaxing again. I put my hand on his chest, over his heart, and just held it there, willing him to believe me and trust I would not hurt him. I couldn't.

We lay face to face for a few minutes, lightly kissing, sharing the air between us, our hands on each other's chests, softly caressing and communicating our love for each other with no words. I felt so close to him, physically and emotionally.

Sam suddenly grabbed me with his big hands as he rolled over onto his back, pulling me along with him. I was now laying on top of him, his powerful arms wrapping me up in a hug against his chest. He was warm and comfortable under me. I could feel his heart beating next to mine. I looked up at his beautiful face to see him grinning at me. Sam was happy. So was I. Very happy.

"Jack, you are....amazing. I can hardly believe this is happening. You're here with me, like this, naked in my arms, love me. Jack...I love you back. With all my heart and soul, Jack. I'm yours forever, if you'll have me." His eyes had taken on a focused, intense look they get when he concentrates on me. I could tell he wanted to see into my soul, to know if I was still committed to him as much as he was to me.

"Sam...I love you, too. And I so need you, Sam. I need this - you holding me and loving me and making everything safe and comfortable and...right. I've been looking for this place...this...feeling of belonging...all my life. And I found it, here in your arms. This is where I belong, Sam. And Sam...I will belong to you forever, if you'll have me."

A single tear slid softly down Sam's cheek as his eyes maintained their fix on mine. He looked deep into me for a few more seconds, and then he nodded once.

"Forever, Jack."

"Forever, Sam."

I put my head back down on Sam's chest, and he held me tightly. I tried desperately not to cry, but I was so happy and...well...a few tears slipped out and got the hair on his broad chest wet. I don't think he minded. He was holding me like he was never going to let me go, which just made me feel even safer and more loved.

I had just committed myself to Sam forever. These were not words spoken in the heat of sex or the passion of raw emotions. This was a conscious decision - one I was certain was the right one for me. I meant what I had said to him - I belonged to Sam now, as much as if we had exchanged rings and signed papers. I'm sure most people looking at our relationship from the outside would have deemed me foolish and immature, even stupid, but I knew - I just knew - Sam was the one guy in the world who could and would love me in the way I needed to be loved. He had proven it from the first day. And I was just as committed to loving him and being everything he needed me to be.

I wasn't sure what I could add to his life. He was so strong, so confident, so sure of himself. I admired all of that in him. Actually, it turned me on. He was so hot when his confidence was on display. I envied that quality in him. I was growing slowly in my own confidence, and he was helping me, even though he probably didn't realize it. Which was something else I loved about him. His innocence - his unawareness of the goodness he possessed. It made him all so much more...trustworthy.

And trust sealed the deal for me. I trusted Sam. I trusted him with my life. Physically and emotionally. I found it exceptionally easy to trust him, because I knew he was a good guy. And I knew he loved me. He wanted me. He had been honest about his feelings for me from the beginning. I thought back to the night I had told him I was gay.

"Sam, can I ask you a question?" I asked.

"Sure. Anything." he replied.

"The night I told you I was gay. After our time on the beach, when we were getting the sand out of our shoes, you looked at me kinda funny and I thought you were going to say something. Do you remember?"

"Yeah. I do. I'll never forget that night, Jack. It was...I don't know how to say it...the night I came alive again? I remember putting my arms around you, and you were quietly crying and I just wanted to take all your pain away. I wanted to hold you and pull it all out of you and into me, like a big sponge. All I wanted in that moment was for you to not hurt and to not be afraid anymore. I wanted you to know I understood such pain and hurt. Which is why I told you about Jeremy. Not so you would think I was trying to seduce you or trick you into sex. you would know I understood."

"You did? You wanted to do all that for me already? But how..." I started.

"Jack...sitting at the table in the pizza place that night, I think I already knew I had feelings for you. I had driven home from your place the night before and couldn't stop thinking about you and wondering, what if? What if Jack was gay, what would that mean? And all the next day I couldn't think about anything but you and seeing you again. I was so nervous when I picked you up, afraid I would do something or say something stupid and you wouldn't like me. And then the guys blew us off and I thought the evening was over before I ever got a chance with you. And then you surprised still wanted to stay and do the movie and pizza. You have no idea how happy I was you wanted to spend time with me, Jack."

"You have no idea how badly I wanted you, period, Sam. I was happy the guys had decided not to show, because it meant I had you all to myself. And...I could have never...told you my secret if they had been around...and this...this might not ever have happened. That night changed everything for me, Sam."

"Me too, Jack. I knew...I just knew when we stood up from the beach that night, I wanted you. I felt alive and free again. Free to maybe love another man again. I almost told you, there under the street light. But then...I got...I don't know...scared? Scared it would be too much for you too soon. It didn't seem fair to you, and I didn't wanna drive you away. The whole next day I worried you would have regrets and wish you hadn't told me about being gay. Or you would be afraid I wouldn't handle it right and would disrespect you in some way. I was so happy you came to the beach on Sunday, and then...seeing you with your shirt off...and those board shorts...and this ass." Sam moved his hands down to cup my ass tightly. I involuntarily groaned and pushed my crotch into his.

"I decided on the beach that day. I couldn't wait any longer. I told Tommy I was gonna do it. He shocked me when he said I should go for it. He said, and I quote, 'Jack's a great guy, Sam. I think you'd be foolish to let him get away. I think he would be perfect for you.'"

I jerked my head up to look at him. "For real? He said that?"

"Yep. I couldn't believe it. I expected him to tell me I was nuts, or what was I thinking, I just met you. But honestly, Jack, it wouldn't have mattered what he said. I just...needed to tell you. I started to, and then you asked about Jeremy, and were just handled it like a real friend should. I knew then I could trust you, Jack. So...I told you how I honestly felt. I was hopeful, but scared at the same time. And then you told me you felt the same way. You made me the happiest guy on the planet, Jack."

I sighed and put my head back down on Sam's chest. "I love you, Sam. Thank you for trusting me. And believing in me. You perfect friend...from the first day I met you. And you have no idea what it means to me you would...that you would take away my pain." I had a lump in my throat, but I held back the tears. No more sorrow. No more.

Sam moved his arms back up around my shoulders and held me tighter. "Of course I did, Jack. It's what I will always want to do for you. I love you, little man, and I promise you I will always be here to take the pain away. And I will try my hardest to never cause you any, either."

I could have laid there on top of Sam for the rest of my life. But it was only maybe two more minutes before Sam regretfully announced he needed to pee. I reluctantly pushed off of him and stood by the bed to help him up on his bum ankle. He started to push up from the bed, but stopped and looked at me standing there naked, semi-hard from being in his arms.

"Damn, Jack. You are so fucking sexy." I blushed. He made me feel good, but I was still getting used to the attention.

Sam sat up and swung his legs around to the side of the bed, the covers no longer hiding his nakedness. It was my turn to gawk. The muscles in his legs were fully on display, from his ankles, to his solid calves, all the way to his ripped thighs. His cock was semi-hard and nestled in a thatch of very dark pubic hair. It looked...delicious. His abs were clearly marked by the creases in the flesh across his middle section, as he sat there and grinned at me.

"Pervin' on my body, Jack?" he asked. I simply nodded my head, grinning back at him. I could feel my own cock getting much harder.

"Well, let me pee and see how my ankle is holding up this morning." He stood up then, not needing my help. He was able to put a little weight on it today, but he still leaned on me as we made our way slowly to the bathroom. When I had him standing in front of the toilet, I stepped back into the bedroom to give his some privacy and to cool my jets. Yikes, this man got me hot! My heart was racing, my breathing, rapid and shallow.

I heard the toilet flush and waited 10 seconds, then opened the bathroom door. Sam had made it over to the sinks on his own, and was washing his hands. He looked up at me in the mirror in front of him and smiled. His naked ass was staring at me, taunting me, and I couldn't look away. I suddenly, I needed to touch it. Sam watched me in the mirror as I slowly walked up behind him and put my hands on his butt for the very first time. I could feel the light covering of fuzz all over it as I softly caressed the glorious mounds of flesh. He closed his eyes and enjoyed what I was doing. My hands were trembling a little as I continued my explorations. The hair in his crack was thicker, and I could feel it as my one finger followed the contours of the crevice up and down.

I saw Sam smile in the mirror. "That tickles a little, Jack," he said with a grin. So I pinched him on the ass, and he jumped.

"Ow! You little shit! That hurt. I'll get you back for that."

"Aww. Did the big man get a boo boo. Here, I'll kiss it and make it feel better." I squatted down behind him and gently put my lips on the red spot where I had pinched him. There was a slight welt there - I guess it probably had hurt. I must have used more force than I intended. I kissed his ass, and then opened my mouth and let my tongue massage the sore spot. I hoped it was making it feel better. I felt bad now for hurting him but...was it selfish of me to be getting turned on by what I was doing?

I stood back up behind him and put my arms around him as far as they would go. "I'm sorry, Sam. I didn't mean to hurt you. Please forgive me?" He held onto my arms with his own hairy, strong ones and leaned back against me.

"Of course I forgive you, Jack. I'm fine. It surprised me is all."

"I don't ever want to hurt you or cause you pain, Sam. Not even in fun," I said.

"I appreciate that, Jack. I know you don't. Speaking of pain, my ankle is feeling a lot better." replied Sam.

"Really? That's awesome. You think you can walk on it already?" I asked.

"Well, a little anyway. Let's unwrap it and see what I've got to work with."

I walked closely beside Sam back into the bedroom and over to the bed. He moved slowly, and put as little weight on it as he could, but he was ambulatory. He sat down on the bed and swung his injured leg up onto the sheets. It definitely looked less swollen than the day before. Sam very carefully unwrapped the ace compression bandage while I watched, trying to keep my eyes on his ankle and not his dick, and failing miserably. I really am a perv.

Once the bandage was off, it was obvious Sam's ankle had been injured. There was extensive, deep bruising on the one side, and some scrapes which had already scabbed over, where the falling plastic bucket must have abraded his skin. It looked seriously sore to me.

"It looks awful, Sam. Are you sure you're okay to walk on it?" I asked.

"I think it looks cool, Jack. This is a battle scar. Look at me, I survived the attack and lived to tell about it. I'm the greatest warrior who ever lived! You're safe with me, Jack. Nothing can get to us." He was grinning ear to ear in mock bravado.

I rolled my eyes. "Yes, Sam. You saved us from the invasion of the chlorine tablets. Humanity lives on." Now he was laughing hysterically and I joined in. God, I loved this guy. He was so much fun to be around.

He reached out and grabbed me, pulling me down onto the bed and together we rolled onto our sides, facing each other, arms holding on tightly. Sam kissed me. There was heat in his kiss. And need. His tongue pushed my lips open and I yielded willingly. My own tongue did battle with his as he attempted to...I don't know...vanquish another enemy? It was an intense kiss, and I felt it all the way to my toes. Tough talk turned my guy on, there was no doubt.

The kissing continued for a few minutes, the intensity never letting up. Sam really, really liked to kiss. Good thing I did, too. My dick was achingly hard, pressed up against him somewhere. I could feel his equally hard cock pressing into my thigh. I was getting light headed from the lack of oxygen and the physical heat rising between us. I finally had to lean back a little and break the kiss to catch my breath.

"Oh, god, Sam. Too...intense. You...oh, man. I can hardly breathe," I said, panting for oxygen.

Sam rolled over on his back, sucking air, too. "Sorry, Jack. I got a little carried away. It's just...kissing you is, how do you do it? I still can't believe what you do to me with those kisses of yours. I feel it all through my body."

I positioned my body up next to his, and laid my head down on his sweaty chest. "Sam...I...thank you. I'm glad you like my kisses. I love yours, too. I hope this never grows old. I had no idea kissing could be this intense."

"Me either, Jack. Not that I have a lot of experience. I've only ever kissed three guys. Jeremy, of course. Before that, Mack, a guy I knew in high school. We kissed and I felt absolutely nothing. Neither did he. I don't even think he was gay, really. And now you, Jack. And you are by far the best kisser of all. Not even close. Fuck! Just thinking about kissing you gets me goin'."

I admit it. It made me feel really good Sam thought I was better at kissing than Jeremy. I didn't realize I had some fears about how I would compare to his former lover. I suppose it was a normal concern between guys who had had prior experiences, but I wasn't keen on competing in the sex department with a phantom guy from the past. All I could do was be me and try to love Sam as best I could, and hopefully make him forget all about Jeremy forever.

We laid there for a few minutes, me content to be in his arms, and Sam content to just hold me. So far, this was my favorite thing to do with Sam. Be held by him. Sure, I loved the kissing and all the rest, but just being in his arms was...everything to me.

"Jack, whadda ya say we shower and clean up, then maybe get something to eat? I'm getting hungry, how about you?" Sam asked.

"Sounds like a plan, Sam. You wanna get in the shower first, or me?"

"No...I wanna shower together. You up for that, little man?"

I looked down at my hard dick, which apparently wasn't ever going down as long as naked Sam was next to me. "Uh...yes...apparently I am...up...for that, Sam." He laughed, then lightly slapped me on my butt.

"Let's do it, hot stuff." He carefully stood up next to the bed, and this time gave me his hand and helped me up. When I was standing next to him, enjoying the heat on my ass where he had slapped it, I tilted my head up, grabbed his face with both hands, and pulled him into a gentle kiss. He stepped into me and put his arms around me, his hands landing comfortably on my butt. We held the kiss for a few seconds, and then I leaned back and looked up to him.

"I love you, Sam."

"I love you back, Jack." We both smiled. He looked so cute and handsome, his eyes sparkling at me. He gave my butt a gentle squeeze, then turned me around and pointed me towards the bathroom door.

"Shower. Then feed me, please." I laughed and we headed to the shower.

I turned on the water for all the jets, letting it warm up a bit. I grabbed two towels for us and hung those on the hooks by the shower door. Sam was standing there in all his naked glory, mesmerized by the jets shooting water out from three sides of the shower stall.

"Jack, this is so cool. Does it feel good?" he asked.

"What are you waiting for, Sam? Get in," I replied.

Sam stepped in, the look on his face showing the initial shock of having water hit him from three sides all at once. I stepped in beside him and shut the shower door.

"Warm enough, Sam?"

"Perfect, Jack. This is awesome. I could stay in here all day." He was clearly loving it. I understood his excitement. It was an over-the-top experience as showers go. Thankfully there was plenty of room for two in there, even when one was as big and muscular as Sam. He kept moving around, letting the jets hit different places on his body. I stood a little to one side and smiled, watching big kid Sam play. It was great.

I reached up and grabbed my Bvlgari shower gel and squeezed some into my hands. I then started to shampoo my hair with it. Suddenly, Sam reached over and grabbed my hands gently.

He whispered, "Let me, please." I nodded. He put his big hands on my scalp, slowly and gently massaging the shower gel into a rich, aromatic lather. My hair had never been washed as thoroughly as Sam did it, and then he carefully washed my face and neck and ears with the lather flowing down from my head. His hands on me were...magical. He was so gentle and loving.

As I rinsed the soap off my head and face, he added more shower gel to his hands and commenced washing the rest of me. It was an overwhelming sensual experience. Something I did to myself every day, just a mundane ritual, took on a whole new meaning when Sam was doing it to me. The feel of his hands touching every part of me had me on edge instantly, my cock never harder. His palms washed over my nipples and my knees nearly buckled in the pure pleasure of it. I knew they were hardwired to my dick - I just never knew how big the jolt could be until Sam touched them.

He lifted first one arm, and then the other, carefully and thoroughly washing my pits, taking his time, his eyes concentrating on his work. Then he finished washing my arms and moved to gently rubbing shower gel across my stomach all the way down to my waistline, his fingers just grazing the area above my hard-as-steel dick. I couldn't tell if he was teasing me, but he was grinning as he looked right at my cock.

"Nice, Jack. Very nice," he said, looking up at me with his smart ass grin. I grinned back at him. I wasn't self-conscious anymore being naked in front of him. Now it felt good - he made me feel good about it. One more thing to love about him.

Sam turned me around, and I balanced myself with my hands up against the shower wall as he massaged my shoulders and the muscles of my back as he washed. I could feel the tension drain away along with the soapy water. When he reached my waist, he again stopped, and instead, moved immediately to my feet.

He had me lift one foot backwards towards him, and I could feel him add the shower gel and start to rub it in. He massaged every toe, cleaning thoroughly between each of them, and then rubbed the arch until I started moaning from the sensations running all through me. I had no idea my feet were such an erogenous zone. Sam evidently did. He washed my other foot in the same manner, eliciting more moans of pleasure from me. Then he moved up my legs, thoroughly cleaning and massaging them, all the way up to my pelvis.

He had been squatting down, which couldn't have been helpful to his sore ankle, but when he stood up and turned me around to face him, he was smiling, his sapphire blue eyes on fire. He kissed me, the water running down our faces and getting in our mouths whenever we let a little space open between our lips. Our tongues were in and out of each other's mouths at a rapid pace, and Sam's hands were starting to wander to those parts of me he had yet to wash.

Sam broke the kiss and put more gel on his hands. Then he looked at me with his intense gaze until my eyes locked in with his. I felt his hands lightly touch me just above my dick, and then slow move down and around it. He cupped my balls and gently moved them around in the suds covering his hands. I gasped at this new sensation. He kept his eyes on mine, reading my reactions to his ministrations, gauging the pressure to apply by the twitches of my eyes. My breathing was getting more rapid and shallow. I could feel my cock throbbing now, begging for attention.

Sam squatted down again, his hands now moving under by balls, his fingers rubbing down and further back, getting very close now to my hole. I could feel my pelvis tilt forward, drawing his fingers closer and closer. He looked up at me, his eyes asking me if he could proceed. I wanted this so badly. I nodded, just once, like he did all the time. He nodded back. Once. And then he touched my hole.

I sucked air in between my teeth, and grabbed on to his shoulders to steady myself, the sensations beyond anything I had ever experienced on my own. Sam's fingers circled round and round my hole, then moved even further back up my crack. I was definitely going to be clean down there when he was done. He dragged one finger all the way down my crevice and right up to my hole, and then gently, very gently, started to push in. I had my eyes closed now, nodding my head up and down in small movements, encouraging him to keep going. It felt so damn good.

As his finger moved inside me, Sam reached with his other hand and touched my dripping cock. I squeezed his shoulders tighter, afraid I was going to faint. My mouth was open, but I was making no sounds now. Sam spread some of the leaking pre-cum all around the head of my dick and began slowly pumping his hand up and down the shaft, at the same time his finger in my hole started a rhythmic in and out to match the pace. With all the priming foreplay, I was on edge immediately.

Sam continued what he was doing, slightly increasing the tempo. I was really close now. My eyes popped wide open, my breath now coming in great gasps, and I could see Sam looking up at me, a huge smile on his face. He was loving what he was doing to me. As the wave of my impending orgasm came at me, I heard myself muttering, "Sam...I'm so...close...Oh, Sam...please don't stop...oh, fuck...oh...FUCK!!!!". Volley after volley of cum shot out of my cock, hitting Sam in the face and chest - four - five - six heavy squirts of thick cum, now dripping off of him. I clung to Sam's shoulders as my legs started to feel weak, my strength sapped. As I gradually came down off the incredible high of my orgasm, I looked at Sam. He was looking at me with so much love in his eyes. And something else. Was it gratitude?

I reached down under his arms and helped him stand. His ankle was hurting again, I could tell. He still had my cum on his cheek, and all over his chest. But he seemed oblivious to it all. He was just looking at me, his deep blue eyes full of wonder, like he was seeing me for the first time or something. I reached up with my hand to wipe my cum off his cheek. As I did, he grabbed my hand and held it tightly there, next to his face.

"Jack...thank you. Thank you for trusting me...and letting me do that. It was...incredible. Your eyes...your face...I wish you could've seen what I saw. You're so beautiful, Jack. I love you, little man. I love you so much." He was nearly in tears, he was so moved.

He also still needed to wash himself, and I wanted to return the favor he had just so graciously bestowed upon me. But...he was having trouble standing now on his bum ankle. So I had to settle for making quick work of his backside - no ass play - while he washed his front half. Still never got to touch his cock. Sigh. We reluctantly exited the shower and dried each other's backs, then finished drying ourselves.

Sam was clearly needing to get off his feet, as evidenced by his almost falling onto the bed after hobbling over to it. I helped him get comfortable, and looked into his eyes. He was so beautiful, and it hurt me he was hurting.

"What can I do for you, Sam? What do you need?"

"I'm so sorry, Jack, for cutting our time short there. My's really hurting again. Would you mind getting me some Tylenol and then, maybe something to eat? I'm really hungry."

"Of course, Sam." I leaned down to his face and lightly kissed him. "Wait right here," I whispered.

I gave him two Tylenol and a glass of water from the bathroom, then grabbed a pair of gym shorts from a drawer and headed to the kitchen to see what I could put together for him. There wasn't much. I had a a couple of strawberries, a cup of blueberries, and not quite as much pineapple. I could make eggs and toast. That was it.

Standing in the doorway to the bedroom, I could see Sam was lying quietly on the bed, his head propped up on pillows, his eyes closed. I paused for a second to look at him, thinking he couldn't see me. He was so...stunningly beautiful to me. So lean and muscular, everything proportioned as it should be, his skin a golden brown color from his days in the sun. Just absolutely perfect. I wondered if I would ever get tired of just looking at this gorgeous specimen of my masculine ideal.

"Are you pervin' on my body again, Jack?" he asked, a cheeky grin breaking out on his face. Busted again. How does he always know when I'm looking at him?

"Yes, if you must know. I can't help it, Sam. You're just so...perfect. Now, how do you like your eggs?" He smiled and chuckled.

"Either over hard or scrambled, whichever way you want to make them, Jack."

"You got it. Anything else you need while I'm in the kitchen?"

"Nope. Just gonna rest here a minute. My ankle is already feeling better. I really need to not overdo it today. You kind of distracted me there for a few minutes, Jack."

"Sorry about that, Sam. I don't want you to be hurting. I hate it."

"I'm okay, Jack. I promise. And don't be sorry. I loved what we did. It was great."

"I'm not complaining, Sam. Believe me. You can do that to me anytime you want, big guy. I just don't want you to hurt when you do. Takes the fun out of it a little, ya know." I'm sure I had a frown on my face now.

"Come here, Jack." Sam was patting the bed with his hand, indicating he wanted me to sit by his side. So I did. "Listen, Jack. It means a lot to me you care so much about my comfort and not wanting me to hurt. It's one of the ways I know you really love me. And I can't thank you enough for taking care of me yesterday and today. But I'm fine. I promise. And I don't want you to regret anything we ever do together, especially sexual things. Okay?" I nodded in agreement. "My ankle only started hurting at the very end, and honestly, I was busy paying attention to you and didn't notice were finished. And I'd do it all over again right now, if you'd let me. It was one of the hottest things I've ever done. I loved doing that to you, Jack."

Sam pulled me down into a hug, and I let him hold me. I was starting to realize he received as much out of hugging me as I did. It put a smile back on my face.

"Sam. I'd let you hold me all day, but I need to make you breakfast. And you need to keep up your strength. I'm not through with you today, you know. You have some catching up to do, big guy." He immediately let me go, his smile huge, his white teeth beaming. Oh yeah, the big guy was tracking with me just fine.

I returned to the kitchen and cracked six eggs into a bowl and scrambled them. I placed a large sauté pan on the stove over a medium heat and put a couple of tablespoons of butter in the pan to melt. I dropped four slices of bread into the toaster, and when the butter melted, I added the egg mixture to the pan. Using a plastic spatula, I cooked the eggs until they had just a tiny bit of moisture left glistening on them, and then transferred them on to two serving plates. I gave Sam slightly more eggs; he needed the protein. I put the toast slices on the plates as well, and then put the fruit in a single large bowl we could share. I carried it all carefully to the bedroom, along with two water bottles tucked under my arm.

Sam's eyes bulged wide as I put the plate of eggs and toast in front of him. He scooted over a little so I could sit next to him to eat in the bed.

"Our first breakfast in bed together, Jack. Very cool. Thanks, little man."

"You're welcome, Sam. Hope this hits the spot. Don't have much else here. Might have to go out for lunch and dinner later. You up for that?"

"Yeah, I think so. Probably need to get to my place later tonight, too." I don't know what my face looked like at his comment, but he immediately responded. "Jack, it's okay. I just need some other clothes and my toothbrush. I'll come back here with you, if you want me to. Or you can stay with me at my place?"

I was relieved he wanted to spend the night with me again. "That sounds like fun to me, Sam. I'd love to see where you live."

"'s nothing fancy, Jack. Just a studio apartment. And just to warn you, I'm not the most...tidy...of guys. I hope you don't change your mind about me when you see my housekeeping skills - or the lack thereof."

I smiled. "I'm sure it's fine, Sam. Don't worry about it. I can't wait to see it."

We finished our breakfast, eating everything in sight. We were both extremely hungry, apparently. Sam sat back, patting his naked tummy, a satisfied grin on his face. He was looking much better now. "Thanks, Jack. It was delicious."

"Glad you liked it. I'll get this cleaned up in a jiffy and be right back." I took the dirty dishes to the kitchen and put them in the dishwasher. I washed the saute pan quickly and left it by the side of the sink to dry. I grabbed two more water bottles and headed back to the bedroom. I was gone maybe five minutes, tops.

Sam was asleep. I looked at him from the doorway again, his chest rising and falling slowly. I was disappointed and glad at the same time. Mostly glad. He needed rest more than he needed sex. I watched him for a few more minutes, then quietly returned to the lanai.

I tried to read a book on my IPad, but my mind kept wandering to tonight. I wanted to stay with Sam at his place. I needed him to know I didn't care where we were or what we had or what we were doing, I just needed to be with him. I mostly didn't want him to think he wasn't good enough for me. If anything, he was too good. I certainly didn't deserve him.

I refused to feel sorry myself anymore, and I wouldn't let Sam do it either. We were perfect for each other, period. Who cared anymore if it made "sense"? I probably would never understand how this all happened, but Sam and I had pledged ourselves to each other forever, and that was good enough for me. Moving on.

And therein lay the real problem - the one I didn't want to think about. I was leaving Hawaii in 9 more days. Sam was moving to St. Louis in three months. We were moving on - just doing it on different paths. Sam had to go to St. Louis. He was going to Washington University and he was getting his law degree. He was going to make partner in three years or less, and be on the bench in five. Period. Nothing could interfere with his dream.

I could go anywhere and live anywhere. And right now, for me, "anywhere" was anywhere Sam was. I just stay in Hawaii and forget Denver? Have Todd sell the house, and whatever else I didn't need? Money was no problem - I could find a place to stay in Hawaii. Or just stay with Sam in his place, if he'd let me. It might be tight with two of us, but I didn't care.

But...I needed a job. I had unlimited funds for life, so it wasn't for money. It was for...self-respect. I wasn't the kind of guy who could just lay around on a beach somewhere and do nothing. And Sam definitely was not going to. Besides, I still needed to figure out what I was supposed to do with Amanda's money - my money now - to change the world. I still thought the best way to develop a plan might be to work with Larry and Todd and get my head in the financial game, at least so I could understand more the possibilities and options. I had it in my head simply giving money away to charities, while a good thing, might not be the best thing to do, long term.

There were some problems money could not solve. Sam and I had some decisions to make. One way or another, though, I was going to have forever with Sam. We may be apart from each other at one time or another, but nothing was going to separate us. Not if I could help it.

I closed my eyes and laid back on the lounge chair, forcing my mind to happier thoughts. Sam was an awesome lover, and we had barely even started having sex together. I couldn't wait for my chance to touch him and make him feel as good as he made me feel. My dick was instantly hard just thinking about it. I allowed my mind to wander up and down his body, seeing it and touching it and loving it. I sighed deeply, content with the wonderful turn of events the last 24 hours had brought.

I must have fallen asleep. It was nearly 2 pm when I woke up with a start. I listened, but could not hear anything. I was mostly listening for Sam, but I heard nothing. He was definitely not on the lanai anywhere. Then I heard it. The noise which had awakened me. It was the faint sound of the cleaning robot for the pool.

I sat up where I could see out to the pool, and sure enough, there was Sam, back in his cargo shorts and nothing else, trying to run the skimmer net across the surface of the pool while Robbie the robot did his thing across the bottom. I stood up and hustled out to him.

"Sam. What are you doing out here? Are you sure you should be standing on your ankle?"

"Jack! Hey, little man. How'd you sleep? And yes, I'm sure. My ankle feels fine. I'm not really putting any heavy weight on it. Oh, hey, thanks for letting me sleep. Guess I really needed it. I woke up maybe 15 minutes ago. Did I wake you?"

I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes. "No. Yes. I don't know. I heard something and woke up. It's okay though, I don't want to sleep the whole day away. Can I help?"

"Sure, if you want to. You know how to do this part. You run the skimmer and I'll keep an eye on Robbie down there and maybe brush the sides down a bit. I didn't do it the last time I was out. I already checked the chemicals. They were fine."

Together we made quick work of it. I kept my eye on Sam, watching for signs he was overdoing it on his ankle. He would catch me watching him and smile. I was glad he wasn't annoyed with me. I didn't want to baby him - I would hate that, too. But I cared about him and I wanted him well. I had some selfish designs on his body for later.

When the pool was clean, I put everything away in the control room, following Sam's instructions. I loved working with him. It just felt right to me, somehow. Like we were meant to be doing things together. Not sure how I was going to fit in with law school - I definitely did not want to become a lawyer - but cleaning pools I could do. And doing it with Sam was fun. Pretty much anything with Sam was fun.

Sam was waiting for me at the top of steps as I came up to the pool deck. He pulled me into a hug and a passionate kiss which tingled my toes. "Let's use the Jacuzzi. How 'bout it, Jack? The heat could help my ankle loosen up."

"I'm in. Lead the way." I followed Sam to other end of the pool by the lanai and he grabbed the remote control for the Jacuzzi, setting the temperature and the jets. Since it would take a couple of minutes to warm up, we spent the time waiting by kissing on a lounge chair. Sam's tongue was playfully aggressive, which I loved. I really liked it when he exerted a bit of a take charge attitude in sex. I preferred he take the lead; it made it easier for me. I didn't have to figure out what to do next, I could just follow him.

Sam broke off our kissing and stood up. "Drop 'em, Jack." I stood up and smiled at him and pushed my gym shorts to my feet and stepped out of them. My rock hard dick was sticking straight out in front of me. I was not self-conscious at all.

"Awesome, Jack. So hot." He then unfastened his cargo shorts and they immediately fell to the ground. No underwear, just as I suspected. His cock was also sticking straight out and angled upwards slightly. He made it dance up and down and I smiled. I so wanted to touch it, so I stepped over to him, looking into his eyes. He smiled, and looked down at his cock. "See something you want, Jack?" His eyes sparkled in the sunlight. I nodded slowly. He nodded back.

I reached out, ignoring my shaking hands, and trembled a little as I lightly touched the shaft. It was so silky smooth. Like my own, but somehow different at the same time. I put my hand all the way around it, and very softly and loosely slid it upwards towards the head. At the crown, I relaxed my hold and let my hand slide ever so lightly across the tip. Sam sucked some air. Ah, found a sensitive spot there.

With my other hand, I reached down and cupped his balls. They felt large and heavy, heavier than mine ever did in my hands. Maybe it was the angle, or maybe they were just bigger - everything else about him was. His ball sac felt like soft velvet. Sam was getting into it a little as I continued to fondle his testicles. When I slightly squeezed them - something I liked to do to my own - he gasped in shock and pleasure. I looked up at him and he was staring at me with a face which said I want you now. He nodded his head, letting me know I was doing just fine so far.

I started moving my hand on his cock up and down, using the copious amount of pre-cum now flowing out of the tip to coat the head and upper part of the shaft. I was careful to not rub too hard where it was dry - I hated it when I got chafed skin on my dick. It hurt! I need more pre-cum, so I reached up to his left nipple with my other hand and squeezed it. That got his attention - he moaned and his knees gave way a little. And just as I expected, his cock surrendered another helping of pre-cum to keep things well lubricated.

I kept one hand moving on his cock, one hand tweaking his nipples, and in maybe two minutes I knew he was very close, his heavy breathing partly giving him away. He was having a really hard time standing still as well. His hips were making frequent involuntary gyrations in an attempt to hump my hand. Every few seconds I would squeeze a nipple and I could feel his cock jump in my hand at the same time. It was so hot! I felt so much power over him. It was heady stuff.

There was an overflow of pre-cum now, more than enough for the task at hand. Sam was in ecstasy, moaning and making unintelligible noises, his eyes no longer focused on anything. His breathing was becoming erratic, and I could actually see his balls start to tighten up against his body. He was so close now.

"Jack...oh, close...Jack...oh,'s so good, Jack...oh..oh..oh, FUCK!!!!" He erupted all over my chest, arm and hand. I kept pumping and squeezing his nipple, until he was pulling away, the contact being too sensitive. He sat down on the lounge chair next to us, and tried to catch his breath. I kept looking at his cum all over me. It was so cool. I did that. I made the big guy cum all over me. I touched it with my clean hand, rubbing it into my chest and my arm. I rubbed the cum from my one hand onto my abs. So hot. I could even smell him on me, and I loved it.

Sam was watching me as I played with his cum on my body. He was very turned on by it, too. I could tell. I was starting to be able to read certain expressions on his face. The one plastered on there now said he wanted me badly.

I stood up and walked over to the hot tub and stepped down into it. The water was hot, the jets sending the water violently swirling against my naked body. It felt wonderful and sexy. Sam followed me in, and sat down on one of the built in seats, pulling me to him. My mouth was already open and my tongue out to meet his before our lips ever even got close to each other.

The heat and passion were overwhelming from the first kiss. Sam was hungry. Hungry for me. And I needed him in ways I didn't yet understand. My mouth was sliding all over his face, his neck, and his shoulders. I couldn't decide where it wanted to be most of all. I settled in at the side of his neck, just under the jaw line, where I swirled my tongue against his flesh, as he writhed underneath me. I kept this up until he literally pushed me off.

He gently but firmly backed me up across the Jacuzzi to the other side, the whole time never taking his eyes off mine. If I didn't trust him, I would have thought I might be in trouble. There was an intensity in his eyes far beyond anything I had seen before. When I could go no further backwards, he kissed me. Hard. Ferociously. And I responded. My dick was so hard I couldn't feel it anymore. It felt like every nerve in my body was firing all at once. I was having a hard time breathing in the heat and humidity of the steam rising from the water.

Sam literally picked me up and put my ass down on the edge of the Jacuzzi. I was now sitting on the deck, my feet still in the water, resting on the seat below the surface. Sam was standing waist deep in the water, leaning into me, his mouth now on my nipples. Each nibble sent a new shock wave straight to my cock. As he slowly ratcheted up the intensity of the biting, I could now feel the little shocks somewhere deep inside my ass. I had never, ever felt that before. All at once my nipples couldn't take anymore and I cried out, this time in pain. Sam immediately pulled off, looking into my eyes. I stared back at him and nodded, telling him I trusted him. Do whatever you want to to me. I'm yours.

He responded to my silent direction by moving his mouth and magic tongue to the middle of my chest and started moving down. He reached my navel and his tongue slid right in, swirling and teasing and driving me crazy with new sensations. A few moments later, his tongue continued its slide straight down my treasure trail and he started sucking at the pubic hair above my rock hard cock. It was so hard it wouldn't move - it just stuck straight out, hitting Sam in the chin.

He moved around it, and pressed in with his tongue to the place where my thigh meets my pelvis. It felt so incredible, I started gasping and trying to move away from the wonderful, intense sensations. Sam's reaction was to hold me still by pushing down on my thighs with his unbelievably strong arms, now bulging with the effort. I grabbed onto his guns with my hands to steady myself as he continued to suck and slurp in my nether regions.

Suddenly I felt his tongue on my balls. I moaned so loud he thought he had hurt me. "Jack. Are you okay?" he asked. I just nodded vigorously, barely able to breathe. He smiled and dove back down to my balls, lapping at them and then, slowly, very carefully, took one all the way into his mouth, and started to swirl it around in there. I threw my head back and squeezed my eyes shut, hardly able to withstand the pleasure. It felt so good it almost hurt!

Oh. My. God! His tongue was on my cock. I could feel it sliding up the underside of the shaft...inch by inch...slowly. He stopped just at the point where the head meets the shaft, and he started lapping his tongue there, softly at first, then harder and faster. I was now having an impossibly hard time staying still, even with Sam holding me down. Then he did what I had dreamed about for over a decade. Sam took my cock into his mouth, and swallowed it.

All. The. Way. Down. In one gulp, I was deep into his mouth. And he wasn't moving. He just let it sit there. I looked down, and he looked up at me, my cock fully embedded in his mouth. His eyes were smiling at me. I was panting and I think nearly in shock by this time. I felt the incredible warmth and softness of his mouth all over my cock. It was beyond anything I had ever fantasized.

There was a stillness which came over me. A calm in the middle of a storm of sexual sensations. I waited. And then it started again. His tongue began moving on the underside of my cock, his lips massaging the shaft near the root. So much was happening so fast I couldn't register it all and gave up and gave in to it. I was right back to being overwhelmed, the waves of pleasure washing over me again and again.

Sam started moving his mouth up and down my cock, his tongue hitting the ridge where the head meets the shaft, and I was on the edge in ten seconds or less. I barely had time to shout out, "Sam...oh, god...I'm gonna...I'm gonna...CUM!!!" I started shooting right into his mouth, his strong arms still holding me down as I bucked and spasmed uncontrollably. Sam stayed on my cock as I shot load after load into his mouth. I couldn't believe it. I tried to warn him, but there was no time. He was still holding my cock in his mouth, my spasms now winding down to small flutters here and there. He then used his tongue and very, very gently cleaned up my cock so no cum was left. He had not lost a drop out of his mouth. Incredible.

He stood up fully in the water and looked at me with the same look he had given me in the shower this morning after he had gotten me off. I realized sex for Sam was something he loved to give to his partner. He took amazing delight in loving me in this way, in giving me intense pleasure. I could only hope I would learn how to give the same back to him.

I slid back down into the water and pulled Sam to me in a kiss. I could taste what had to be my cum on his tongue, and he tried to pull back when he realized I might not like it, but I pulled him right back in and pushed my tongue into his mouth. I didn't mind it at all. It was actually kind of hot!

I was now exhausted, and I could tell Sam was, too. We helped each other out of the hot tub, and I sat Sam down on the nearest lounge chair while I went to find our towels. We helped each other get dry, and then Sam sat back in the chair, and I leaned back on him, his muscular arms covering my chest. The sun was warm on my skin, and I was totally relaxed and content in Sam's arms.

"You are incredible, Jack. I am amazed at how good this good your love is. I love you, Jack."

"I love you, too. Forever," I said.

"Forever," said Sam.

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