Date: Fri, 16 Dec 2011 20:44:52 -0500
From: Phoebe Gee <phoebe.gee@gmail.com>
Subject: One Little Bruise Chapter 5

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. All characters appearing in this
work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is
purely coincidental. I reserve all rights to this story.

Sam closed his laptop and rubbed his tired eyes. He checked his clock and
saw it was 3 AM. Shit! He'd been surfing for six hours. He'd thought sex
with a man was like sex with a girl, just with different holes, less
breast, and an additional penis in the mix. What he found was a whole other
world. Stories, images, 'how-to's' and products concerning everything from
sucking to rimming, fucking to fisting. Then there were the different
lifestyles and all those could entail. Some of it turned him on, and other
things just turned his stomach.

Regardless, he'd learned a whole lot. He laughed to himself, thinking he'd
learned a lot more than Jamie probably wanted him to know. He discovered he
was most likely a top and Jamie a bottom. He definitely had dominant
tendencies and his boy was a total submissive... and a damn brat.

He'd already known that last part.

One video featured a small guy that looked a bit like his Jamie, but a
little older and with darker hair. Tied to a bed and teased until he'd
begged to come, the man had been breathtaking. Sam watched it a few times,
imagining doing something like that with Jamie. He thought his dick was
going to blow without even touching himself, but he doubted he could talk
Jamie into anything like that, yet.

For now, he was satisfied that he had a plan of action, and knew when and
where he was going to set it in motion. His folks and his granddad were
going to be out of town this weekend, so he would have the house all to
himself from Friday night until late Sunday night. Jamie wasn't going to
know what hit him. All he needed to do now was to get Jamie there.

With some flavored lube.

*****


Jamie buttoned his shirt and stuck his tongue out at his reflection in the
bathroom mirror. No matter what shirt he tried on or how he brushed his
hair, the same shaggy dork stared back at him. He had no idea why he was
freaking out. Surely Sam wasn't going to expect him to look any different
just because they were going on a date. Jamie sighed, admitting to himself
that it was not his appearance that had him worried. It was how they were
going to spend their time at Sam's home alone later that had his stomach
tied in knots.

Jamie took a deep breath, straightened his shoulders, and nodded. He wanted
whatever was going to happen tonight. For the last couple of days, Sam kept
him hard with vague hints spoken in his dark, sexy voice of what he was
going to do to Jamie when he got him alone. Not even the few snide comments
from random judgmental assholes or the dirty looks from girls who had been
after Sam could kill Jamie's excitement, or his hard-on.

He was a man, and it was time he started acting like one. He turned and
walked determinedly to the bathroom door, then screamed like the little
bitch he truly was. His mom was leaning in the doorway with a smile on her
face. Oh fuck. Could she read his thoughts? Did she see his every dark
desire in his eyes?

"Hi, Mom." Jamie winced at how his voice squeaked. His mom just shook her
head and laughed.

"You look nice, but you forgot something, Baby." She stepped behind him and
grabbed the bottle of cologne that she bought him for Christmas. She opened
it and dabbed a little on his neck. She grunted when she grazed the fading
hickey Sam had given him that rainy afternoon in the big old car.

"Jamie, you're a young man now, and I don't expect..." she paused as she
put the bottle back on the shelf. She took a shuddering breath and started
again. "I don't expect you to be a monk. You're a good boy and having sex
is not going to change that. As long as you're safe and this boy is good to
you, I'm not going to freak out if you and he fu-"

"Oh...oh crap, Mom. Please, I'm begging you, don't say anything else."
Jamie waved his hands wildly in front of him. "Really, I get it. We're
okay. If you say anything more to me about sex, though, I might never get
it up again!"

They both froze and stared at each other.

"Oh my God. Did I just say 'get it up' to you?" Jamie groaned. His mom
doubled over in laughter, and of course at that moment, the doorbell
rang. They both froze again, staring at each other, then Jamie bolted for
the door with his mom hot on his heels. She caught up to him just as he
reached the door, yanking him behind her by his belt. Jamie sighed in
defeat.

Oh great.  *****


The doorbell isn't going to ring itself, dumb ass.

Sam didn't remember ever feeling this nervous picking a girl up for a
date. Once he thought about it, though, he realized he'd never actually
picked a girl up for a date before. He just hooked up with them at parties,
met up with them somewhere to make out, or in the case of the cougars,
slipped into their houses after making deliveries for the garden center. It
was more than that alone that caused him to hesitate. He wanted tonight to
go well - for himself, but especially for Jamie. Sam had never been
anyone's first for anything, but he was almost certain he was Jamie's first
for every fucking thing. Talk about performance anxiety. Sam wiped his
clammy hands on his jeans and rang the doorbell.

He frowned when he heard more than one set of footsteps running to the
door. He had his eyes lowered to where he expected his boy's face to
be. When the door opened, he was staring at a set of breasts instead.

Holy shit! It's an Amazon.

A very toned, vaguely familiar Amazon, who looked as if she could and maybe
wanted to put a hurting on him. He gave her his best grin and tried to
place how he knew her.

"You're Frank's boy, aren't you? I'm Jan Bayer, Jamie's mom." She reached
out to shake his hand. Damn, the woman had a grip! No wonder the imp's mom
terrified him. She could probably tie the little shit in a knot without
ever breaking a sweat. What word had he used to describe her? Sam's brain
scrambled madly and struck on it: fearsome. Oh yeah.

"Yes ma'am, I'm Sam Bricker. I thought I delivered here before when I
dropped Jamie off the other day. It's nice to meet you." Her eyes narrowed
as Sam winced inwardly, remembering that she'd learned from Casey about his
and Jamie's make out session in the driveway. Her mouth opened, but Jamie
shouldered her aside before she could speak.

"We're going to head out now, Mom. Loveyoubye!" Jamie grabbed Sam's arm and
proceeded to try and drag him off the porch.

"Hold up there, you little shit," his mom said, laughing. How about that?
She called Jamie a little shit, too. "Have your narrow ass home by
12:30. And you," she jabbed a finger in Sam's direction, scowling, "you
take good care of my boy or your dad will need one of those backhoes to
find your body." Her face morphed into a huge smile. "Have fun boys!" The
door slammed, and Sam stared at it in shock.

"I don't know if I'm terrified or turned on," Sam breathed. Jamie lightly
punched him in the ribs and continued to drag him toward the car.

"Let's go, you big pervert, before she comes back out."  *****



As they pulled up to Sam's house, Jamie wished he'd agreed to the movie Sam
had suggested before coming here. His anxiety level had steadily risen
during dinner, and he was back to feeling like he wasn't ready for this,
even though he knew he was. They only killed an hour eating pizza, and now
they had several hours to do...well, whatever the hell Sam had planned for
them to do before Jamie's curfew.

Earlier, a few of Sam's track buddies stopped by their table during
dinner. They didn't even bat an eye when Jamie was introduced as Sam's
boyfriend. For the most part, Jamie's life at school had been easier than
he expected after the situation with his sister's enormous mouth and that
damn video. He didn't know why he wasn't catching more shit from people at
school. He figured it was probably because of Sam, and how matter-of-fact,
not to mention cool, he was about their relationship. After all, who was
going to argue with the big guy?

In the dark, Jamie couldn't tell much about the exterior of Sam's house
except that it was massive. The entry to the house was a large A-frame
structure comprised primarily of windows and heavy timbers. He could see
that the rest of the property branched off to either side, but could not
make out much detail other than the vague sense of more wood and some stone
work. Jamie followed Sam through the front door and paused to admire the
large foyer and great room. The peak of the ceiling rose about thirty feet
or so, with an open loft at the back of the room. Under the loft, windows
traveled the length of the wall. The interior was rustic with exposed
timbers and a stone fireplace. After turning in a slow circle, Jamie faced
Sam, who was watching Jamie take it all in and smiling.

"Wow, this is beautiful. I think my whole house could fit in this room."
Jamie laughed, giving Sam a big smile. "What's under the loft? From down
here it looks as if the house ends where the loft begins." Jamie moved
closer to the windows, noticing that some of them were French doors. He
could only see his reflection in the glass. He pressed his head against the
glass, cupped his hands around his eyes, and peered out into the
darkness. Now he could see that the underside of the loft was the ceiling
of a large outdoor patio, with seating and a gigantic hot tub.

"There's a pool out there, too." Jamie jumped as Sam spoke right in his
ear. The larger man's body pressed against his back, Sam's heat seeping
through Jamie's clothes to spread across his body like a wonderful, warm
living blanket. "I was thinking we could strip down to our boxers and relax
in the hot tub." Sam's lips brushed along the nape of Jamie's neck, his
voice a soft rumble. Jamie shivered as chills ran down his spine. He'd
never known his neck was so sensitive until Sam came along.

"I, uh, I'm not wearing any underwear." Fuck! Why did he blurt that out?
Sam's mouth on his neck must have short-circuited his brain.

"Perfect! That will save us some time." Sam chuckled, his arms coming
around Jamie's sides as he went for Jamie's belt buckle. Jamie's chills
turned into full-body shakes, and an involuntary whimper of fear escaped
him. He gasped for air as his lungs seized. Sam's hands moved away from his
belt and he pulled Jamie tight into his body.

"Shh, Baby Boy, just calm down," Sam said. He began to sway back and forth
soothingly, rocking Jamie gently in his arms. Long minutes passed as Sam
nuzzled his boy and thought about how to proceed. "We don't have to do
anything tonight. We can just hang out and watch movies or play video
games. Whatever you want."

"NO! No, I want to do this. I'm sorry I'm spazzing. I-I just - It's just -
I don't know what I'm supposed to do. What if I suck at this? Uh, not that
'suck.' I mean not that I won't. Suck, that is. Crap! I think once we get
going I'll calm down. The hot tub sounds great." Jamie's words ran together
in one gigantic rush.

Sam buried his face in Jamie's neck to stifle his laughter, raising one
hand to cover Jamie's runaway mouth. Once Sam got his snickers under
control he lifted his eyes to meet Jamie's in the reflection of the window.

"Okay, I'm going to take my hand off your mouth, and you're going to be
quiet. If I ask you a question, you just nod or shake your head,
understand?" Jamie nodded. "Good. Do you trust me?" Nod. "Are you sure you
want to continue?" Nod. "Here's how it's going to go then: you don't have
to worry about doing anything. To make it even easier, you don't do
anything unless I tell you to do it, okay?" Pause...nod.

"Keep your eyes on mine, focus on my voice, and just let everything
happen... nice and slow. Sound good?" Deep breath...nod.

Sam tucked Jamie close to his body, so the boy's head fit right under his
chin. He kept their eyes locked together in the reflection of the dark
glass as he slowly brought his hands up to cup Jamie's shoulders. He
squeezed briefly, then ran his hands up and down Jamie's arms.

"See, easy as can be." After a long time, he felt Jamie's breathing and
shakes ease. "Now, let's try again." He moved his hands up to rub slow
circles across both collarbones, bringing his fingers together on the top
button of Jamie's shirt. The smaller body pressed back into his tightly,
and he wondered if Jamie could feel his erection. The act of being in
control was flipping major switches in Sam.

Sam undid the first two buttons quickly, then lowered his hands, so he
could try again to undo Jamie's belt. He moved slowly to give the boy time
to protest. Jamie didn't respond other than to drop his eyes so that he
could watch Sam's hands.

"Eyes back on mine, Jamie boy." Jamie obeyed and other than his now parted
lips and slightly-panting breaths, he didn't seem to be in any
distress. Sam watched those large brown eyes closely as he undid the belt
and unhurriedly lowered the zipper. As he pulled Jamie's shirt free of the
parted jeans, lust-blown pupils overtook the brown of those eyes.

"You still with me, Baby?" Another nod, only slower and more deliberate
this time. Sam worked the buttons of Jamie's shirt loose, his hands grazing
over the satiny soft skin he revealed.

"Damn, that's nice. Your skin is so smooth over all those tight little
muscles. I didn't get a chance to look the other day. So we're both gonna
look now." Sam spoke softly as he eased Jamie's shirt off and let it fall
to the floor. He rested his hands on the small waist, marveling at how
close his hands were to touching each other.

"Are you watching, Jamie?" Nod. He dragged his hands up, fingertips bumping
along rippling stomach muscles. A rosy glow crept down from Jamie's face to
cover his chest and stomach, and goosebumps bloomed over every bit of skin
that Sam could see. "Feel good?" Nod.

The little pearly pink nipples pebbled as he closed in on them, and Jamie's
pounding heartbeat visibly shook his chest. Sam barely brushed over the
tiny nubs and Jamie's whole body jolted, as if he had set a live wire to
the boy's skin. He circled his thumbs over the hardened peaks and desperate
little sounds issued from the back of Jamie's throat.

Who knew a man's chest could be so sensitive?

Sam moved his head down to nuzzle the side of Jamie's neck, continuing to
pinch and twist the reddening nipples. Jamie's eyes were wide his attention
transfixed by their reflection in the window. Sam moved his mouth to one of
Jamie's little shell-like ears, licking and biting the delicate lobe.

"Now," he whispered, "for a little test. I want to make you feel good,
Jamie, because you're so sexy when you're hot for me. I found something
that I think lights you up, but I need to be sure." He brought his left arm
up and wrapped his hand around the front of Jamie's neck, rhythmically
squeezing and caressing the thin, flushing column. He chuckled in
satisfaction when the boy's hips jerked.

"My sexy baby," Sam growled. "You like my hand around your throat, don't
you?" Jamie nodded, his hungry eyes locked on Sam's face. Sam used his grip
to pull Jamie's head to the side, and he licked a warm, wet path to where
Jamie's neck met his shoulder. He opened his mouth wide and bit down on the
juncture, alternately laving and sucking on the flesh and muscle between
his teeth. Jamie's hips were now in constant motion with uncontrollable
undulations and desperate little thrusts.

"Your heart is beating like a scared, captured bird, but your dick is hard
as stone isn't it, boy?" Sam asked, taunting him with both his words and
his mouth as he moved those torturous lips away from Jamie's neck.

In the reflection of the window, Sam could clearly see the outline of
Jamie's cock. Continuing to exploit Jamie's tender neck with his left hand,
Sam rubbed his right in slow, meandering circles over Jamie's heaving
torso. He concentrated his path closer and closer to Jamie's erection.

"What do we have here, hmm? We were so rushed the other day that I didn't
get a good look. I remember it felt a bit bigger than I was expecting." Sam
teased a finger along the edge of the partially-opened jeans. Jamie's
erection twitched beneath the denim as a wet spot spread steadily across
the material. A heavy musk permeated the air around them both, the heady
combination of Jamie's lust and his rising passion. Sam inhaled deeply and
moaned in Jamie's ear.

"I can smell how bad you want me to touch you. Hell, I can almost taste
it. Ask me for it, Jamie. Beg me like you did last time." Sam met Jamie's
gaze again in the reflection of the window. His baby's passion-filled eyes
were nothing more than slits. Sam's fingertips dipped under the damp denim
and barely grazed the edge of Jamie's wet-tipped, fiery-hot erection.

"Now, Jamie!"

"P-please, Sam... Oh, for fuck's sake, please touch me!" Jamie stood up on
his tiptoes, trying to force Sam's hand onto him, but Sam's touch remained
elusive, just out of reach. Using the hand he had on Jamie's neck, he
turned the boy's face to his and stole a kiss. Jamie held nothing back and
devoured Sam's mouth. Oh yeah, he had his baby right where he wanted
him. He tightened his grip on Jamie's throat. Plunging his hand into
Jamie's pants, he palmed as much of the boy's cock as he could.

"Let's get these pants off you, Baby," Sam whispered, reluctantly pulling
away from those sweet lips. Jamie eagerly toed his shoes and socks off as
Sam slid his low-rise jeans down his slim hips. Jamie leaned back into Sam
and held onto the arm around his chest for support as he kicked his jeans
off. Sam froze as he took in their reflection in the window. "That's the
hottest thing I've ever seen, Jamie," he breathed in awe.

Sam's larger, fully-clothed figure framed Jamie's smaller nude body, which
was covered with a rosy flush and a light sheen of sweat that glistened,
outlining his lithe form spectacularly. One of Jamie's hands clutched the
heavy forearm that crossed his chest, while the other clung to Sam's hand
that was still clasped around his throat. Jamie's eyes were so wild and
needy. Sam's gaze traveled down to settle on Jamie's erection, jutting out
red and angry from a bed of precious blond curls. Sam circled the base with
his free hand; his boy mewled and humped his hips up into the touch.

"Damn Baby, that's a helluva dick for a little guy." Jamie gave a wheezing
laugh, but Sam was honestly fascinated. The cock in his hand was a couple
inches shorter than Sam's, but damn if it wasn't thicker. Slowly stroking
the pulsing shaft, Sam's heart started to pound and his breathing
increased. He enjoyed the weight of Jamie's hard dick in his hand, the
silky smooth feel of the skin sliding over the steel of the shaft; he liked
it a lot. With a frustrated growl, Jamie tried to quicken the pace by
thrusting his hips, but Sam immediately tightened his fingers around
Jamie's throat. "Be still, now; you'll get it how I give it to you!" Jamie
whimpered, but stopped his frantic movements.

"Good boy," Sam praised, kissing the slightly sweaty hair at Jamie's
temple. "I've got my hands full, so I want you to reach in my left pocket
and get out the little bottle you'll find there." Continuing his slow
strokes, he added a little twist up over the throbbing tip. Jamie reached
back and fumbled in Sam's pocket until he found the little bottle of lube.

"Thank you, Baby. Open it for me and help me get you all slick, so I don't
rub any skin off." Sam chuckled as Jamie's face went cherry red, but the
little hands quickly obeyed. Watching as Jamie lubed up both his hands and
surrounded his plump cock in a two-fisted grip, Sam abruptly stopped
laughing and groaned. Goddamn, that was hot, his boy's little hands on that
monster dick. Sam just had to see more of that.

Sam moved his hand lower to Jamie's balls, cupping and rolling as a low
purr thrummed from Sam's chest. His baby pulled progressively faster, his
entire body writhing as he longed for release. Sam squeezed the tight, firm
orbs in his hand until Jamie slowed his movements to Sam's original pace.

"Good, Baby, don't rush it. Damn, that's pretty. I could watch you stroke
yourself all night. You want to come, don't you, and taking it all nice and
slow isn't going to get you there, is it?" Sam mocked gently. Jamie let out
a sound somewhere between a whine and a sob, and pushed his head back into
Sam's chest shaking it back and forth furiously.

"No, Sam. You've got to let me move faster. Please! It hurts Sam. You don't
want me to hurt, do you?" The little fucker turned those huge Bambi eyes on
him. The sensual way his slender hands slid up and down his thick prick,
the little bubble butt he rhythmically ground into Sam's erection, and even
the way he darted that pointed tongue around his swollen lips, were all
ploys to manipulate Sam into getting his way. Goddamn, if they didn't work,
too.

Sam growled and knocked Jamie's hands away. He grabbed his boy's dick in a
firm grasp with one hand and stretched Jamie's neck with the other until
that evil little devil's face tilted up, begging to be kissed.

"Hold on, you little tease," Sam said, his voice a bass rumble against
Jamie's lips. He inhaled Jamie's sweet mouth, stealing his breath with a
bruising kiss. Stroking the cock in his hand at a brutal pace, he
alternated swiping his thumb across the broad tip with pressing his
thumbnail into the weeping slit. Jamie's body was strung tight as a
bowstring, and he cried and begged against Sam's mouth, twanging with every
luscious pluck from Sam's hands. Sam backed away from that tempting mouth,
and kept his hand just tight enough around the boy's throat that he could
feel air rasp in and out as Jamie struggled to breathe.

Jamie felt like he was going to die. Hopefully, not before he came,
though. Sam looked like a wild man above him. His eyes glittered madly, his
lips curled into a feral snarl, but his hand never stopped its relentless
pace on Jamie's shaft. He'd known he was pushing the larger man with his
teasing, but damn, he needed to come. Sam did that thing with his thumbnail
again, and Jamie saw stars. He couldn't take much more...

"Now, Sam! Please..." Jamie wheezed pitifully on the small amount of air
that he managed to pull past Sam's tight grip on his throat.

Sam growled in response and turned Jamie's head to the side so that they
were both facing the window again. His big body in its inflexible stance
was downright menacing as it loomed behind Jamie's fragile form.

God, that was hot.

"Come!" Sam barked, and damn if Jamie didn't do just that, exploding in an
orgasm stronger than any he'd ever had in his entire life.

Right before he blacked out.