Date: Fri, 26 Sep 2014 05:07:05 +0700
From: Robert Glass <robxglass@gmail.com>
Subject: The Virgin Joseph part 26

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PART 26


"Are you trying to get a dick up your ass again?" Sam asked his sex partner
as he came out of the bedroom naked. The spent penis inside the confines of
Sam's boxer briefs rose in no time.

"What?"

"Don't run around naked like that. You know how you turn me on."

"I don't turn you on."

"Then why have we been doing what we've been doing these past few weeks?"
Sam asked.

"Human nature? Modern people's lack of inhibition?" Joe replied.

"No, it's because we turn each other on."

"You turn me on. I don't turn you on," Joe said.

Joe took a seat on one of the stool surrounding the kitchen island. He was
still winding down from the sex he's been having with Sam in the past
couple of hours. Sitting there and watching Sam's back stretching and
contracting indeed turned him on. Men with gym bodies turned him on. To be
honest, any good looking man would turn Joe on no matter how fat or skinny
the man is, just as long as the man isn't an asshole.

Sam isn't an asshole, and Sam has a gym body. Joe's cock liked it.

"Don't give me that crap. It was ridiculous a year ago, it's still
ridiculous today," Sam said. He never liked it when Joe felt self-conscious
about his body.

"I just don't like how my body looks. It could've been better, and of
course it would be if I made an effort, but I didn't."

"True, but it doesn't matter. I like your body and it turns me on; it turns
Tom on, and probably Henry, too. Just accept it."

"Yeah, whatever," Joe said like a teenager being scolded by his
not-so-strict father.

Sam turned around with a drink in his hand. Joe could tell that it was Old
Fashioned. Joe knew his drink after all. His fleeting focus on the glass of
alcohol was lead him to the source of his distraction, the still rigid
penis inside Sam's underwear. Embarrassed by his action, Joe looked up to
Sam's eyes.  Those eyes wasn't so pleased. Staring at a man's crotch was
always rude, Joe thought.

"Look at this!" Sam pushed his waistband down and stuck it under his
balls. Sam was indeed offended, Joe thought. "This is how much you turn me
on. It's painful to have an erection now but my cock perked up anyway when
I saw you walking naked out of my room. This is how much I like your body.

Seriously, Joe, if I can like your body then why can't you? I'm pretty sure
Tom likes it more than I do.  If you make me do this, God knows what kind
of effect you have on Tom. Hell, you're hot enough to turn that big brute
of a man gay. Just fucking accept it, you're hot. I don't want any of this
'I'm not hot' bullshit anymore."

Oh. So Sam wasn't mad because Joe was staring. He was mad because Joe was
self-deprecating.  Being scolded never felt good for Joe. If it was by his
parents or anyone he doesn't care about, Joe could easily dismiss it. If it
was by an important person like Justin, or Tom, or Amy, or even Sam, Joe
felt all sorts of emotion. Defensive, hurt, sad, and angry are only a few
in that mixture. This time the mixture resulted in one huge dejected
feeling.

Joe felt a hand on his bare thigh. Sam was already sitting next to him,
with a drink in his hand and his cock back inside. Joe looked at Sam and
gave him a weak and apologetic smile. He felt an urge to verbalize it. "I'm
sorry."

"Don't be. I'm sorry. I have no right to do that to you."

"It's okay, Sam." Joe also landed his hand on Sam's thigh. He gave the man
a gentle massage while trying to compose a sentence or two. "You do have a
point. It's just that I have spent the first twenty five years of my life
trying to accept that I'm not attractive. I just haven't got used to the
sudden change."

Sam moved his hand to Joe's head, giving it a rough rub before settling
behind Joe's neck. A mild pressure there gave Joe a slight tingle. A sudden
yank made Joe wobble. Sam continued his show of affection by kissing Joe's
forehead, long and pressing but with gentle intent. "I didn't know you had
a shit life when you were a kid. You never brought it up. Tom told me, your
brother mentioned it, but haven't you? We're friends, you can tell me this
kind of things."

"It's because we're friends, Sam. You don't have to worry about me."

Sam turned his head towards Joe and gave him a judgmental glare. "You don't
have a lot of friends, do you?" He laughed lightly.

Joe rolled his eyes.

"You don't know how friendship works," Sam continued, smiling but
sombre. "I'd do anything for you. All your friends would, just like I know
you would for us."

"I know, I know," Joe said. He didn't want to admit how much those words
meant for him.

Sam was right. Joe was one of those kids, the kind that grew up not making
many friends, if any. It was the same with Sam. Both of them were the
uncool geek in school. The difference is Joe was a recluse while Sam was
the awkward outgoing kind. The other difference is that Sam turned it
around; he learned the social norms, bettered himself physically, and
became much more enterprising. It also helped that Sam grew up in an
amazing household, an advantage that Joe didn't have the chance to enjoy.

"I promise I'll be a better friend," Joe continued. "You are important to
me."

"Thank you." Sam smiled, very much touched by the statement. "You are
important to me too. And you already are a good friend. I can only hope I'm
as good."

"Are you kidding me? You're the best. Remember last year when you took care
of me when I was half dead?"

"Yeah, but I wanted to fuck you back then. I don't think that counts."
Sam's reply came with a laughter.

"I'm sure you'd still do that even if you weren't such a desperate horny
perv," Joe said. "Besides, we're already fucking now."

"That's correct." Sam laughed along with his companion of the night. Good
thing the mood didn't go too far south. Well, perhaps it would be better if
the mood went south enough to be a boner killer.  Joe was too much of a
turn on for Sam.

It had been almost a month since the two had sex. Joe was distracted ever
since his brother's girlfriend called from Birmingham. A week later, Justin
and Norah came. Sam thought that Joe finally free himself from the tension
inside him and start sparing time again. No. Joe did lose his tension, but
he didn't make time for neither Sam nor Tom. He was too busy spending his
free time accompanying his family members on their mini vacation in Chicago
for two whole weeks. Then he had to go to Seattle for four days.

It had been a long month for Joe. He was happy, of course, having been
reunited with his family and performing very well in the job he
loved. However, he was horny. He was originally planning to spend the
Friday night with Tom, but the man had to work late to finish his job. Tom
suggested Joe to be in Sam's company instead. Of course. What else would
Joe do? Spend another night with blue balls? No fucking way.

Gratefully, Sam was both available and as sex deprived. They wrecked the
PS4 controller for an hour, made out like two teenagers, and had not one,
but two glorious sessions of epic buttsex. Joe turned into a beast in times
like these. He almost didn't care how untrained his ass had become from
abstaining from huge cocks. He had drained the juice out of Sam's balls
with his anal expertise twice before midnight. He himself had achieved
three brain-melting orgasms.

Now, Joe was ready for another one of those. He was jerking his cock
without embarrassment while Sam was still oblivious of it.

"Old fashioned?" Joe asked, trying to the the redhead's attention.

"Yeah," Sam replied, not averting his glance from his glass.

"Let me have some."

"Fuck no!" Sam exclaimed. He finally shifted part his body to face
Joe. "And put that thing away.  Aren't you tired already?"

"No, I'm not," Joe said, his voice reeking seduction. He reached for Sam's
beverage with the hand that was once pleasuringing his dick.

The bigger guy swatted the naughty hand. Sam was a bit mad at Joe for even
trying to jeopardise his sobriety. "You're not getting any of this, okay?
You're sober now. Don't even try it."

"Alright, alright. I was just kidding," Joe said lightly. "I just wanted
your attention. Actually, 'he' wanted your attention." Joe began flexing
his cock up and down.

Sam rolled his eyes, not believing how lewd Joe had become. He used to be
elusive, closed down, and self-conscious. He was still elusive, closed
down, and self-conscious, but he was horny as fuck now and that cancelled
all his inhibitions.

"Just give me half an hour, okay? I need to rest a bit," Sam pleaded having
his energy drained by Joe's rigorous fucking.

Joe stood up from his seat and took a step towards Sam. He pressed his
whole torso to Sam's side.  His cock, which was trapped between his stomach
and Sam's ribcage, leaked endlessly. "Old man lost his stamina?" Joe
teased.

"Fuck you."

"That's the goal," Joe shot back. He began pattering Sam's shoulder and
neck with soft kisses. As tired as Sam was, he couldn't help but moan by
the titillation. The seduction goes further when Joe reached Sam's hairy,
sizably muscled chest. He rubbed it and scratched it gently, while his
mouth continues to trace the line in Sam's jaw. Then those fingers found
its way to the nipple and pinched it.

The horny dickhead that he was, Joe attacked Sam's open, moaning mouth with
a wild and tongue filled kiss. It was rough and sloppy, the kind that Sam
had gotten used to; still had him surprised though. Joe's hand has released
the poor nipple long ago; it has now trailed southward, beyond the waist
band, towards the cock that has erected again. He jerked away.

As a retaliation, Sam wrapped his arm around Joe's lower back and guided
Joe to rub his trapped erection onto his body more fervently. Sam's hand
wandered between the sexy cheeks, down... way down until it met Joe's puffy
asshole. Seeing that Joe winced, Sam moderated his invasion. While it was
pretty much dried out on the outside, it was still slick even half an inch
in. The excess lubricant helped Sam's effort and Joe's pleasure.

The whole exchange didn't last long as Sam grabbed Joe's wrist with a
start. "Stop," he said while trying to control his breath.

"What's wrong?"

"I was about to nut."

"Isn't that the point?" Joe asked, perplexed.

"Yeah, but not this way." Finally the panting died down enough for Sam to
speak without interruption. "And not right now, please."

"Oh, gingerboy. You are indeed old now." Joe gave Sam a smile and a soft
kiss.

"Sorry," Sam said smiling instead of protesting. Sam gave back the kisses
that were given to him.

"That's okay. I guess this is my chance to get a drink."

"No alcohol. Not even beer," Sam warned.

"Okay, dad," Joe shot back as he made his way towards the fridge.

"And tell your boyfriend to stop drinking all my booze."

"He's not my boyfriend anymore." Joe rolled his eyes at Sam, completely
letting the implication went over his head. That happened for less than a
second. Joe stopped himself from grasping that fridge door handle to turn
around and confront Sam with his question. "Wait. Tom drinks your booze?"

"Yeah, and not just beer. He also finished my whiskey."

"So..." Joe tiptoed around his assumption. "Are you saying that when you
said that you guys have been hanging out together, it meant that you've
been hanging out here? At your place?"

"Well, duh!" Sam said. "Didn't he ever told you?"

"Nope. Never." Joe's shrug was not of not knowing, but that of
disbelief. "I guess he assumed that you told me."

"Maybe."

"Do you guys do it often?" Joe asked.

"Once a week, I think. Twice at most."

"Huh..." Joe turned around and faced the fridge again. His hands are on the
handle again. He didn't open the door again. "Why didn't you just hang out
at my place then? Or invite me over, maybe?"

"Because we hang out either to talk about you or getting you out of our
minds."

"Oh, so sweet." That eye-roll action returned to Joe's face. "I mean,
seriously, we could've done a lot of threesomes by now."

"Threesome? With him?" Sam raised his elbow and crunched his face. That
face was funny enough to make Joe laugh.

"Why not? You guys are hot. Both of you thinks I'm hot. Don't you find him
hot? I know Tom thinks you're hot."

"Just not with him, okay."

"Seriously, Sam, why?" Joe demanded.

"I don't know." Sam gave an awkward and fidgety shrug. "Maybe I'm not
attracted to him. Maybe he's not my type. Or maybe we're too much of good
friends to do it. I don't know. All I know is for some reason the thought
of it makes me feel icky. Plus you've been pushing for us to be together,
which makes everything weirder for me."

"We're too much of good friends but we're still fucking." Joe refuted.

"As I said, I don't know why I have a problem with the idea."

"It wasn't a problem a couple of months ago," Joe joked.

That joke didn't translate well into Sam's brain. He was completely
petrified for one full second. All the demons that he had shoved aside all
this time jumped back into the frame. His upper body dropped entirely. Not
a great feeling.

"Hey, you don't need to be so worked up about it," Joe said. He was
concerned that he hurt Sam's feeling. He knew it was a touchy issue but he
assumed that all three of them, and Henry, had collectively past that. That
was a wrong assumption. It was still a little too soon.

"Sorry."

"Come on, man. We've talked about this a million times before. It's too
late to start feeling guilty about it."

"I know," Sam said. He was still distraught by it. He didn't know why it
affected him that much. Joe was right, they talked about the incident
openly. So why is it wrong now?

Joe walked right back to where Sam was sitting. He pulled Sam's head and
covered it in the warm embrace of his ever skinny-flabby arms. One palm was
covering and stroking Sam's ear, the other was scratching Sam's buzzed
hair. Joe gave a long and assuring kiss on Sam's forehead. "I was just
kidding, Sam."

"Yeah, I know. I don't know why I'm overreacting."

"Sam, I didn't mean to hurt you. I'm so sorry." Joe said much more tenderly
this time. He recognized how much pain he inflicted on Sam. Joe cupped
Sam's face and he moved his right in front of it. Sam couldn't look at
Joe's eyes. Even Joe could feel the immense guilt that Sam was struggling
with.  "Sam, look at me."

The man obeyed. Finally they could see eye to eye, literally.

"It's okay, we talked about this. It's behind us. I've forgiven you and
you've forgiven me."

"But you didn't even do..."

"For punching you in the face. You've forgiven me for punching you." Joe
laughed. "Look, we've talked. If my joke was in a bad taste, I'm sorry. I
didn't mean to guilt trip you. But you have to understand that I would
never use it to hurt you, okay? We're friends, remember? We love each
other."

"Okay," Sam said. "I'm sorry I was acting immature."

"You weren't. You felt guilty, and that's human." Joe gave the man one more
kiss on the forehead.  He saw the bitter smile in Sam's face as he drew
back.

"You know, you doing this doesn't make me feel better." Sam chuckled.

Joe chuckled too although he didn't know why. "Why?"

"I was the one who ruined things for you. You were the victim. Now you're
consoling me because I'm feeling bad for what I did to you. That doesn't
feel right."

"What doesn't feel right is actually my throat. I still haven't got my
drink."

"Go. Get your drink," Sam said before landing another quick kiss on Joe's
lips.

"My drink? You don't chill water. I can't get my drink around here."

"For Christ's sake, just put some ice cubes in it. I have loads of them."

"Eh. I'll just have some milk, as usual," Joe said.

He went directly to the refrigerator, scavenging for things other than a
carton of milk. He bent over, giving Sam a clear view of his
profile. Everything was on display; the slight but shapely shoulder, the
moderately bulging arm, the slightly muscular legs that perfectly fits the
man. Then there's the protruding buttocks, the mounds that Sam had relished
a few moments ago. Twice.

"And now you're doing that!" Sam protested.

"What?" Joe asked while never shifting his stance.

"Showing off your butt like that. Didn't I tell you my cock hurts?"

"You protest too much," Joe replied. He continued to tear away at the
shelves, trying to find something that his tongue would enjoy. "Do you have
anything other than grapes and apples?"

"Just get your milk."

"But I want a banana," Joe whined. "In my ass." He tickled himself with his
own juvenile joke.

Surprise, surprise. Joe felt a log of meat between his cheeks, rubbing up
and down and occasionally grazed his slightly swollen orifice. He winced a
bit, but he dismissed the unpleasant sensation as he was swayed by the
stimulation Sam given to his nipples.

"Just get your fucking milk," Sam repeated.

"Looks like I have to milk it out of you myself," Joe teased back.

"Fuck!" With that Sam pulled Joe's torso back and pressed it against his
own. Joe was luckily swift enough to grab the carton on his way up and
swing the door shut. It didn't shut properly, like it always did. He was
too distracted to complete the task because Sam was raining sweet kisses
down his neck and shoulder. Joe had to kick the door shut.

"Let me have a swig first." Joe proceeded to take several gulps in a rush.

A few droplets escaped his mouth and trickled down the corners of his
lips. Sam was quick to react and licked it up for Joe. "I like milk," he
said.

"It's your own milk. In this context, you're saying that you like the taste
of your own cum.

"I do, and shut up." Sam's arm got a better grip on Joe's chest and
stomach, and he hoisted the body before him up, getting Joe off his
feet. His huge cock was now trapped between Joe's flailing legs, seemingly
powerful enough to support Joe's whole weight. He then turned Joe's face by
force and kissed the man with violent fire. Joe can only return it with the
same passion and conviction, never mind his own surprise.

Gingerboy turned their bodies a little so that they're facing the end of
his kitchen island. He eased Joe forward, letting the guy support himself
with his arms. Sam began to hump the warm thighs, disregarding the level of
fatigue that sex muscle was experiencing. His mouth had strayed away from
Joe's and returned to one of his favourite parts of Joe; his neck,
shoulders and upper back. The tan and even skin, which contrasted the pale
and freckled surface of Sam's body, turned him on. The masculine curvature
of Joe's shoulder blades turned him on. The purrs and moans turned him
further on. Joe was so fucking sexy to Sam.

But he couldn't continue.

"Sorry, I really can't do it. You drained me. I'm so turned on right now
but I'm also so tired." Sam removed himself from on top of Joe and took a
rest next to him, leaning his ample and fuzzy butt on the edge of the cold
granite. He took Joe's neck with one hand and pulled Joe closer, not ready
to let the warmth and affection die.

"That's okay. We'll wait." The empathy in Joe's voice was conveyed
perfectly. "I'm pretty sore too.  You're just so big." He laughed lightly.

"I can bottom." Sam was still kissing Joe's upper back. Although he
couldn't get his crotch to cooperate, Sam couldn't help but to show his
fascination of Joe's upper body.

"Oh please. We both know you're too much of a top to enjoy bottoming,"

"Oh, I enjoy it, alright. I mean you fuck like a sex god."

"You flatter." Joe sneered.

"I'm only telling the truth. You fucked the cum out of me more than half
the time." They've done it several times, but Sam had expressed his
apprehension about taking it up his ass a couple of times.  After the
initial high of finding out about his own body went down, Sam began to feel
the uneasiness that came with it. Having said that, Sam had never
discounted the pleasure he received from doing it. This time, more than
ever, Sam had to convince Joe that he wanted it. So he reached down and
aimed for Joe's stiff as steel cock and jerked it gently. Dude was
leaking. Hard. "You make miracles with this thing." He chuckled.

"Well..."  Joe paused. His hand trailed up the inner part of Sam's
thickening muscular thighs. Sam got the idea and spread his legs wider. His
finger found his target, and the target was fluttering in mad anticipations
when it felt Joe's digit circling the rim. "Your asshole is pretty magical
too."

Joe than jabbed a finger in; no warning, no lubrication. Sam gasped. Along
with that, his ass tightened itself, not ready for the intruding
alien. Joe's finger stayed put. He averted his effort to kissing Sam's
heaving chest; up the sternum, following the clavicle, trail through the
shoulder and neck, until he found Sam's jawline.

"Relax, babe," Joe whispered. "I promise it'll be alright."

"Thank you," Sam whispered back. He kissed Joe's lips after. Feeling that
Sam had relaxed a bit, Joe slowly pulled out. He knew that one dry finger
was too much for his partner for the night, and he should've remembered
that. But Sam is okay now and it was all that mattered.

"Now, I'm going to do something that I've never done before. It might
surprise you, but please be calm," Joe said.

"Huh?"

Disregarding the question Sam made, Joe circled Sam's right leg, at the
back of its knee, around his right arm and had Sam's right arm splaying
over his left shoulder. It took a little adjustment before Joe could do his
manoeuvre and in that time Sam sort of got the clue. He wanted to stop Joe
but he was somehow tongue tied.

"Oh shit!" Sam shrieked. "What the...?" He found his voice when it was too
late. Sam lost his ground and he was over Joe's shoulders in no time. That
short man had a much bigger guy in fireman's carry.

"Shut the fuck up. I'm fucking Tarzan and you're John fucking Porter," Joe
said under his breath. If he could see himself, he would know how red his
face looked. "Now I'm going to take you to your fucking tent and we're
going to make some fucking love."

___

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