Date: Fri, 7 Mar 2014 15:57:03 +0700
From: Robert Glass <robxglass@gmail.com>
Subject: The Virgin Joseph part 15 (revision)

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PART 15


It seemed like Sam and Joe hadn't had a breakfast together in years while
in fact it was only three days.  Once it was because Joe was sleeping at
Tom, once because Sam was sleeping at some man's place and once because Sam
woke up late. Now they're eating together again. Joe was glad that Sam
started seeing other people which meant that he moved on. He had deprived
himself of sex when he was still hoping for Joe. Sam also started to dress
to impress. No longer was he bum-like, drunk and unkempt.

"Any plan for Valentine's day?" Joseph asked.

"Nope"

"I thought you were seeing someone."

"Not really, I've only met him twice." Sam was taken aback by all the
questioning. "What's with the sudden interest in my dating life?"

Joe shrugged, not really sure what it was. "Well... I don't see you as
often lately. I miss our breakfast together." He then repeated the shrug.

"Well, you're with Tom, I have work. So..." Sam wanted to end the
conversation at that, not remembering how resilient Joe was.

"Work? Yeah right." Joe challenged.

Sam caved by the very little persuasion, "Alright, alright. His name is
Henry."

"Same name as your biological mother's husband. Do you call him Hank too?
Is this some kind of Oedipus complex happening over here?"

"You're disgusting."

"So, what he's like?" Joe asked after he finished laughing.

Sam rolled his eyes at Joe. This was inevitable. "He's so... level headed,
so logical. He's funny though. A little bashful at times, and he only says
kind words." He directed the last one at Joe.

Joseph took the high road. "You're not describing his looks first. I'm
impressed." As long as Joe knew him, Sam almost always gushed about how hot
the guy he met was. Usually he described the body first, and then face. Sam
grew up, perhaps.

"If you really want to know, he's tall, dark and handsome. I think he's
hairy. His body is amazing though.  I've seen him in a tight sweater."

"You haven't had sex with him?" Joe was surprised.

"No. As I said, my work is killing me these days. I stayed all night in the
office a lot." Sam explained. "I want to though. He's really hot and I
haven't had sex in months." Henry wanted to have the Valentine date but he
was unsure because it felt too early. Sam would've jumped to that
opportunity, given the chance. On the other hand, he also wanted to show
that he respected Henry's choice. "He made me swoon from time to time,
which usually is my job."

"Either he's very romantic or you're very desperate."

"That's the kind of thing he wouldn't say." Sam quipped. "Enough about my
boring single life. How about you? Have any plans?"

"Tom had the whole night planned. I hope it doesn't include the horse
carriage ride."

Sam chuckled mischievously. "Just go with it. That means he wants your
ass." Sam said under his breath.

Usually Joe would get weary of Sam's constant sex talk, but since he was
dating Tom, he engaged himself in such conversations. "That's the
problem. I don't think he wants to. I've been the one who tops in our
relationship. He only did it once last month and he never wants to do it
again."

"What? Why? I thought since he was straight he would..."

"I know!" Joe proclaimed dramatically. "The thing is..." Joe paused and
looked around before he continued, "The thing is he's big. Like big,
big. Down there. Like Ron Jeremy big." Joe whispered. Sam got
skeptical. Joe expected that. "Do you remember last month when I walked
funny and said I fell in the shower? That was not the case. I
was... injured. My doctor told me that I had to stop having anal for two
weeks."

The expression of Sam's face was priceless. He couldn't believe someone is
actually that big. He used to think that those Ron Jeremy shenanigans were
just marketing ploy, now he believed. "That big?"

"What? You want to try it too?" Joe flashed a cheeky grin.

"Hell no!" Sam said a little too loud. "I'm not going to willingly hurt
myself. I'm not in Jackass."

"Anyway, my plan is to get him to do it again, on Valentine's Day."

"Joe, come on. If he doesn't want it, don't force it. Look what happened to
you the last time." He tried to save his best friend. It had got to be
hurt! Besides, there was a chance that Tom was actually a bottom and both
of them couldn't tell yet. You can't push sexual preferences.

"I think he does. How can he not? He used to be straight, all he knew
was... you know." Joe made a circle with his left hand and he used his
right middle finger to demonstrate what he meant. Sam giggled, more because
of the funny expression on Joe's face than his childish way of indicating
penetration. "Besides, from the way he was doing it to me, I think I can be
sure." He smiled to himself.

None of them continued pursuing the talk. Sam knew that Joe was determined
and nothing could change his mind. Not a reason to stop worrying. "Just
take it easy, okay?" Joe just nodded so Sam pushed. "Promise me."

"Seriously? Promise you?"

"I just don't want you to get hurt again. If he still doesn't want it, just
drop it. Otherwise he'll do it because you want to, not because he wants
to. There's a difference in that."

Joe only commented, "You're such a Tom. Pre-dating Tom. You act as my
interim-brother."

"So you're upgrading me from friend-zone to family-zone now." Sam laughed
softly. So did Joe.

"I like this. I like it that we are still friends. I like how we can talk
freely to each other. Soon enough I'll ask you for sex advices."

"It's like asking me to picture you making love to him without any chance
of joining in." Sam laughed again. Little did he know, both Tom and Joseph
had been using the image of Sam for their own sexual activities. Someday it
will be revealed, it was not the time.


***


"I told you to buy contacts." Sam complained amid the sudden rush. Joe's
small bathroom is not the most comfortable place to be panic in. Well,
panic could never be comfortable anyway.

"Shut up and do my tie. He's walking up here." Joe was never a big fan of
contacts. His glasses did just fine. It probably made him look better.

Hectic didn't even start to describe the situation they were in. Joseph and
Sam were hasting to clean up and make Joe look presentable while Tom is
walking upstairs to pick him up. They couldn't even think about cleaning up
all the clothes on the bedroom floor. Did Joseph close his bedroom door?

"Hold still!" Sam said. Joe got in the way by fixing his hair, again, for
the twenty second time.

"You're just doing my tie, not taking my blood. How hard can it be?"

"You do it yourself!" Sam threatened, but still trying to finish what he
was doing.

The sound of front door opening was unmistakable. Final panic!

"Joey?" They could hear Tom calling.

"Just wait in the living room. I'll be out in two seconds," he shouted.

"He calls you Joey now?" Sam looked perplexed.

"Shut up and do my tie!"

Sam shuffled to finish the tie, almost forgetting to fold the collar back
in. In one swoop he pulled Joe's tweed gray jacket from the hanger and
handed it to the owner. He then pushed Joe out the bathroom door. "Should I
hide or something?" He already told Joe that he was a tad nervous about
this. What he didn't tell Joe was that he was scared of Tom. Not the kind
of guy anyone wants to be on the bad side on.

"What? No! Get out here." Joseph was probably as nervous, for a very
different reason. It was his first formal dinner. It was his first romantic
dinner too. He wasn't sure if he was overdressed or underdressed. The thing
is he didn't tell Sam about the possible formality of the dinner until the
last minutes. Sam was not prepared for that. Joe didn't have any tailored
suits. He only had a couple of dress shirts and some pairs of pants and
several ties and a trench coat and one single sports jacket. Thank god Sam
brought him for a makeover shopping at all.

Tom was sitting on the infamous grey couch. He didn't expect Joe to dress
up much. He knew Joe well enough to know that he didn't really care about
his appearance. Tom liked that, but when he saw his boyfriend coming out of
the hallway, he was astonished. So astonished that he couldn't wipe the
surprised smile from his face. "You look amazing!" He walked towards Joe
and kissed him. Gentle, intimate, long. Their hands were on the back of
each other's necks.

Joe smiled too wide, obviously happy with the outcome. "You can thank Sam
for that."

Nobody noticed Sam for a moment, not even Sam himself. Not possible with
that heart-warming kiss.  Not until Joe called his name. Tom looked up with
the same face-stretching smile that Joe was sporting.  "You did an awesome
job." He shook Sam's hand. "We both know how sloppy he looks every day." He
joked.

"Hey!" Joe protested. Both Sam and Tom laughed.

"I appreciate it," Sam said calmly.

"I almost forgot something." Tom rushed back to the couch. He picked the
flowers he brought for Joe. It was a bouquet of purple orchid flower. It
reminded Joe of Bali where orchids are easy to find. The flower Tom gave
him was not that, but Joe really, really loved the sentiment.

"This is beautiful," Joe said sincerely. "This must've cost you a fortune!
Tommy, you shouldn't have." He gave Tom a sorry smile.

"Au contraire!" Tom replied with a convincing French.

"I'll put this in water," Joe declared.

"Let me take care of that," Sam offered. "You guys just go and enjoy your
date."

Joe gave Tom an eye, Tom reacted with raising his brows and a slight
shrug. "Well thanks." Joe handed him the flower. Sam got an
inspiration. "Do you mind if I... modify this a little?" Both men
shrugged. Sam took it as a yes. He went to the kitchen, pulled a scissor
and cut two flowers from the ensemble. He put one on Tom's jacket pocket
and one on Joe's. "There. You're good to go."

Tom smiled. He liked it. Sam really knew his stuff. He was better at this
than the two gay designers in the room. "Thanks, man." He then gave Sam a
hug. He knew what Sam meant for Joe. He also knew what Joe was to him. He
appreciate that Sam didn't try to sabotage the whole situation, and instead
support them all the way. Joe gave Sam a hug and words of gratitude as well
before they left.

It still stinks for Sam. He did feel a slight sting; only a slight. After
all he used to attach his heart to Joe with no acknowledgement, let alone
reciprocation. Joe was too precious to be pushed away. He still wanted Joe
to be happy. If it meant dating Tom and be friends with him, then he will
give Joe just that.

The apartment he had been accustomed to was empty now. Only him and all the
mess hidden behind the bedroom door. The gorgeous bouquet lying on the
kitchen counter had no place there. The grey couch he used to sleep on was
no longer inviting. He would sleep there, but it wouldn't feel right. He
remembered many nights he drank there, laughing at and with Joe. He didn't
have as much chance for that. Those liquors hiding behind Joe's cabinet
could only wait for his visit. Sam missed intimacy. With Joe, with Henry,
any man, really. His phone was in his hand without his command. "Maybe I
should call Henry," he thought to himself.


***


Morning felt unexpectedly good. Sam was well rested and delighted. The warm
body under his arm was a factor. "Good morning, handsome." Sam rubbed his
hand on the man's furry chest. Sam was right in his prediction. Henry was
both hairy and very athletic.

"Good morning." Henry smiled, his face blushed. He had been up for some
time, waiting for Sam to wake up too.

Sam moved his hand up to claw the ruggedly handsome face which
attractiveness level just flew through the roof with that smile. He had the
upper hand now; he made Henry swoon for once. The deep blue eyes, the wavy
brown hair, the rugged structure of his face, the immaculate body, and the
sexy confidence itself; Henry was fit for a god. Yet he could still turn
bashful by one small compliment. Sam could not hold back, he had to kiss
this man.

"I'm glad you stayed." Sam said at the end of their passionate tongue
battle.

Henry stood up, in all his glory. He stretched, as if he just wanted Sam to
see the full spectrum of his sexiness. The half hard cock was an indication
enough that he wanted more of what happened last night. It was becoming a
game of seduction. "I'm glad you called," he told Sam.

"I'm glad you said yes." Sam flashed his signature smile.

And it was a winning move. Henry surrendered. He went back to the bed and
rained kisses to Sam. His naughty hands went to explore Sam's mid-section,
trying to discover the treasure buried under the thick layers of
blanket. The cock that he found was already as hard as a golden
scepter. "Me too," Henry responded between kisses after a while. "Do you
need a hand with this?" He said with a hint of sexual growl. "Or a head?
Or..."

Henry was stunned when Sam suddenly grabbed his hand off the organ. "My
hand will do just fine." He then slowly moved his body closer to Henry;
slowly pressing his chest onto the other man. His hand mimicked what Henry
did earlier to him. "I think this is the one that needs more attention." A
flash of smile and then a sloppy kiss. His calloused paw handled Henry's
genital in a semi-barbaric way. The testicles were not left unattended as
well. However, his goal was further down. Sam wanted to show Henry his
other talent. Henry was more than willing to participate.

Lying on his back with legs spread on each side of his body, Henry was
exposed, waiting for Sam to do his magic. He arched a little so that his
ass was pointing up. "You've prepared for this, huh?" He said when he
noticed that Henry had cleaned himself up again. Henry smiled his
confirmation. Everything added up to be a glorious sexual scene, and Sam
could not hold his excitement. Sam usually likes to start slow, but that
morning he wanted to try something different. Instead of grazing the
rosebud with the tip of his tongue, Sam just dove in. Frenching the clean,
slightly irritated hole. Henry lost both his breath and his mind. He could
barely hold his position. The attack was such a surprise, a delightful
surprise.

Sensing that Henry got over the height of the crazy sensation, Sam
approached with a different move.  He lubed his fingers and jabbed into
Henry with one swift push while his mouth gnawed on the cock head. Sam had
not done oral in a few months but it didn't mean he lost all his magic
tricks. While his fingers were massaging the easy-to-find prostrate, his
tongue did the unthinkable to Henry's cock. He switched things up, from
slobbering uncontrollably on the cock head, to gently tickling the
underside, to pressing hard throughout the whole head. Sometimes he tried
to swallow whole, but that was one thing he forgot how to do.

No longer than fifteen minutes later Henry started to show change. His
grunts and groans became a frantic staccato. His hand commanded Sam's head
to not stop at all. Sam had no intention to stop. He would oblige to
anything that hot man wanted. The grunts and groans turned into an
animalistic roar that he tried so hard to hold back. With one word, the
only word he said since Sam barraged his genitals, Henry ended it all.

"SAAAMMM!!!" Henry shot his first load into Sam's mouth. Sam choked. He
released the cock. It pulsed and jerked uncontrollably. Sam returned to
lick about the cockhead. Henry murmured in an indistinguishable
language. Both Sam's face and Henry's torso was rendered with semen. Henry
was heaving. "Your turn!"

Sam were on his knees between Henry's legs. He jerked himself with such
madness from almost forgetting his own hardness. Just as Henry stood up,
wanting to help by sucking Sam off, Sam already at his edge. It didn't take
ten seconds for him to reach it. With the same amount of vigor and tension,
he blew his load all over Henry. The number of shots was infinite. Even
after two hot sessions he had last night Sam could still produce that much
cum.

Sam collapsed onto his back, learning how to breathe again. From the edge
of his vision he could see a gorgeous face hovering above. A face that was
as satiated as much as he did. He could not deny the chemistry between him
and Henry. In almost every aspect. He smiled, to match the face over
him. "That was... that... It was pretty hot." He said between deep gasps.

"I know." Henry laughed a small laugh.

"Your face is messed up." Sam laughed too.

"I think it's your job to clean it." Henry leaned down for a kiss, letting
the last of his pent-up sexual desires burn through it.


***


In the bathroom Tom was putting the finishing touch. He had removed all the
unwanted materials from his face, did a little mouthwash, and tamed his
hair. He just a drop of cologne away from going back to greet Joe good
morning. Covered only in his towel he was just as good as ready.

"You're a little late." Joseph said, startling Tom. The 7 o'clock rule
still applied.

Tom dropped his head; he knew he was just a smidge too late. He thought he
could still make it, that his morning routine would go a little
faster. "Yeah." He sighed in defeat. He turned around, to find a very naked
Joe. "Whoa. You're... well dressed." A stupid grin appeared on his
face. With the fading of that grin, the penis rose. "You should dress this
way more often."

"You should dress the way you did last night. All I wanted to do was to rip
your pants down the back and fuck you senseless." Joe said. Joe moved
closer and dropped his body onto Tom and started rubbing his crotch on
Tom's. "I didn't get much sleep last night."

"Me too." He turned excited. "Last night was incredible! It was the best
fucking sex I've ever had in my whole fucking life. I don't know how you
did it."

In the romantic spirit of Valentine's day, the amorous couple engaged in a
highly fulfilling love making.  Tom refused to top so Joe took Sam's advice
and just went with it, accepting his fate to be the top for a little more
while. Either it was anger, yearning, or simply love, Joe tapped his
wildest side and sexed a spectacular sex. For the first time, maybe will be
the only time, he fucked the cum out of Tom without even touching Tom's
dick. By the end of it, Tom's body was masked with his own semen and Joe's
condom was full.

"I know right." Joe threw a sly smile. "When will you ever return the
favor?" He pouted. "Look at us.  You're the big stud. I'm the little boy
toy. It's only natural for you to fuck the hell out of me." His hand began
to travel down Tom's torso; he was going after that big cock.

"Well I guess you're the stud then." He lowered his head, aiming to eat
Joe's face.

"Go on and out-stud me, then."

Tom didn't. He as soon as he found Joe's hard dick, he became weak on his
knees again.


***


"Oh shit!" Sam muttered under his breath and Henry didn't let it go
unnoticed.

"What?"

"It's Joe and Tom. They're here. I thought they'd be at Tom's place."

"Should we leave?" Henry heard a story or two about Joe, never getting the
full story. From the short snippets, Henry was pretty sure Sam had a deeper
history with Joe than what he told.

Sam lingered in his mind for a second. "No." He sighed. "Let's stay. We'll
come over if they notice us."

Not a second later both men heard a voice calling from across the room. Sam
was spotted. Sam waved without much enthusiasm. A ton of awkward talks
about everything was coming his way. He braced himself; Joe can be a dick
when it comes to Sam's love life. Joe and Tom were sitting across each
other, not next to, like some couple would. He took a seat next to Tom,
after using a tactic that came out his questionable logic. Sitting next to
Joe might pose more problems, he thought.

"So Henry, how did you meet Sam?" There you go. Joe asked after two minutes
of dodging the issue.

Henry was cool and collected. He could see that Sam was annoyed, if not
worried about what was happening. "We met at a tech show in Vegas. We were
both having lunch, separately. I was alone, he was with his friends. I was
staring at him the whole time but I didn't have the guts to come over. I
mean, what if he was straight right?" Joe nodded, knowing exactly what
Henry was talking about. "Then he just came over. We talked... and
yeah... Later he told me that he overheard me speaking on the phone that
I'm from Chicago, and that he had been looking at me as well." Henry gave
Sam an eye and chuckled sheepishly.

"Oh, he does that. I know," Joe remarked. There it is, the prickly Joseph
Becker came out of his disguise.  Hopefully Henry didn't put much thought
into that.

"So did you guys have a good V-day last night?" Tom finally opened his
mouth.

"Well um..." Sam started, not exactly sure where he was going.

"Yeah. It was great." Henry filled in, giving out his dreamy smile to
Sam. Sam smiled back.


___

YAY, SAM! I know, I know; this is a horribly late Valentine's Day
chapter. Still, enjoy!

Oh, I also have this other story called Marc and Luke, currently on the
10th chapter. Please read it if you want :P

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