Date: Sat, 29 Nov 2014 00:58:04 -0600
From: Jack Schaeffer <jack.schaeffman@gmail.com>
Subject: Forever - Chapter 17 (Beginnings)

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FOREVER
By Jack Schaeffer
Copyright 2014. All rights reserved.


Chapter 17

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 marvelled at the fact of this man sleeping
beside me. There was no doubt in my mind that I loved him and that he loved
me. How that 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 that 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. That 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 that had
been 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 got 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 got 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. That's 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 me...like...Jeremy 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 that 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 that I would not hurt
him. I could never do that.

We stayed like that 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 that this is happening.
You're here with me, like this, naked in my arms, and...you 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 that 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 that 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 - that Sam was the one guy in the world that 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 that confidence thing 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. That's something else I loved
about him. His innocence - his unawareness of the goodness he possessed. It
made him all so much more...trustworthy.

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

"That 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 that?"

"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 that I understood that pain, that hurt. That's
why I told you about Jeremy. Not so you would think I was trying to seduce
you or trick you into sex. Just...that you would know I understood."

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

"Jack...sitting at that 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 me...you
still wanted to stay and do the movie and pizza. You have no idea how happy I
was that 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 that 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 got up from that beach that
night, that 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 that 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 that you would have regrets and wish that you
hadn't told me about being gay. Or that you would be afraid I wouldn't handle
that 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
boardshorts...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 you...you were so...you just handled that 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 that
night, 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 were...my perfect friend...from
the first day I met you. And you have no idea what it means to me that you
would...that you would want...to 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. That'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 damndest to never cause you any, either."

I could have laid there on top of Sam for the rest of my life. But I only got
maybe two more minutes before Sam regretfully announced he needed to pee. I
reluctantly got 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 got himself sitting 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
wanted...no, 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 got back up to a standing position 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 very 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 that Sam's ankle had been injured.
There was extensive, deep bruising on the one side, and some scrapes that had
already scabbed over, where the falling plastic bucket must have abraded his
skin. It looked very sore to me.

"That looks awful, Sam. Are you sure you're okay to walk on that?" 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 that 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 that 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 about
that.

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. That was...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 so...so...damn, how do you do that?
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 that never grows old. I had no idea kissing could be that 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 that Sam thought I was better at
kissing than Jeremy. I didn't realize until that moment that I had some fears
about how I would compare to his former lover. I suppose that 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 at that. 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, that 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 you from three sides all at once. I got 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 a 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 that day, and then he
carefully washed my face and neck and ears with lather that had flowed 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 everyday, 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 got down to 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 that 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 very
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 all that. 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 that
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 that 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 ankle...it'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 got 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 that 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
that 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
until...well...you were finished. And I'd do it all over again right now, if
you'd let me. That 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 got as much out of hugging me as I did. That put the 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 got a large saute 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 now that the butter was melted, 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 that we could share. I carried it all carefully to the
bedroom, along with two water bottles tucked under my arm.

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

"Well...it'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 very
hungry, apparently. Sam sat back, patting his naked tummy, a satisfied grin
on his face. He was looking much better now. "Thanks, Jack. That 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 that 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 that 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 that.

I could go anywhere and live anywhere. And right now, for me, "anywhere" was
anywhere that Sam was. So...do 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 that could just lay
around on a beach somewhere and do nothing. And Sam definitely was not going
to do that. 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 discover that 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 my head that simply giving away money 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 got 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 that 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 that 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 got up and hustled out to him.

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

"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 got 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 that 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
level from the control room. He pulled me into a hug and a passionate kiss
that 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 the my feet and stepped out of
them. My very 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 very 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 I'm pretty sure pleasure, as well. I
looked up at him and he was staring at me with that face that 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
precum that was 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 precum, 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 very 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. That was 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, Jack...so close...Jack...oh, fuck...it'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, 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 got to 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 that 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 at that spot, softly
at first, then harder and faster. I was now having a very 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 that 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 that 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 that same look he had
given me in the shower this morning after he had gotten me off. I realized in
that moment that 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 that 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 is...how good your
love is. I love you, Jack."

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

"Forever," said Sam.



To be continued...

Author's Notes: Sam and Jack are growing in their love for one another. They
have set their lives on a path to forever. What will they do when that path
comes to a fork and they each must choose which path to take? And...trouble
may be brewing in Denver for Jack...stay tuned...

Editing can be a thankless job - but not for our team. Thank you to Mark,
Harry and Josh for taking the time to help me make this story the best it can
be. Every person who reads this story appreciates your work, as well.

And a heartfelt thank you to all of you, the readers, and to those of you
have taken the time to write me and tell me how much you are enjoying Sam and
Jack's romance, and are rooting for the boys to make it to forever. I love to
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