Jesse took the stairs two at a time. He didn't want to be away from Sam any longer than he had to be. As unsure as Sam was, there was always a chance the boy would bolt, and Jesse didn't want to give him that opportunity. It was important that Sam learn to trust Jesse, and Jesse couldn't prove himself to the boy if the boy wasn't here.
Jesse strode quickly into his bedroom, sparing it only a cursory glance, just enough to make sure it wasn't too messy when he brought Sam back later. Jesse flung open the closet door and paused for a moment, considering. What would make Sam feel at ease here?
The answer to that was simple enough, and Jesse rummaged in his closet drawers to find his most comfortable and worn sweats. It took only a moment. He scrutinized them carefully: no holes or rips, and they looked clean. He held them up to his nose, inhaling carefully, just in case. But the sweats smelled fresh enough. They'd been broken in perfectly so Jesse knew they fit his body snugly, showing off his attributes to his best advantage. He grabbed a clean white T-shirt, knowing it would set off his golden skin very well.
Jesse changed quickly, tossing his club clothes into the closet so they'd be out of sight. Jesse walked nonchalantly as he returned to the main floor, he didn't want to appear too anxious.
Jesse looked at his watch as he entered the living room. It had only been a couple of minutes, hardly enough time for Sam to look around the living room. The room was furnished for comfort rather than style. Large, overstuffed chairs and couches faced the huge TV and the enormous, dark bank of windows filled the whole wall behind the TV. The room was painted dark green with cream trim and exuded strength and simple elegance, like its owner.
Sam stared as Jesse walked into the room, and Jesse couldn't help but grin at the young man's expression. It seemed as though his careful selection hadn't been wrong. Jesse tried not to be too obvious in his pose as he stood in the doorway. He thrust out his hips slightly, showing off his impressive package to the still-staring Sam. Jesse's simple, form-fitting clothes showed off his amazingly tanned and sculpted muscles to perfection, and it seemed as though Sam appreciated all of Jesse's hard work and efforts.
“Found one?” Jesse asked. He tried not to smile at the way Sam was staring. Jesse would never force anyone to do something they didn't want to, but he was far from an angel. He wasn't above enticing a partner over to his way of thinking by using any means necessary.
Wordlessly, Sam held up a disc to Jesse. Jesse took it from Sam's cold fingers and strode over to the shelf below the TV. He pressed a button and the glass door slid open, revealing all the machinery behind it.
“Sorry,” Sam said nervously. “I wasn't sure where to put it in, and I didn't want to touch anything in case I broke something.”
“No problem.” Jesse smiled seductively at the double entendre Sam hadn't even realized he said. Jesse put the disc into the machine, turned on the TV and dimmed the lights slightly. The two settled on the couch, sipping their wine, pretending to focus on the images flashing before them.
Jesse had no idea what they were watching. His attention was mostly on the young man sitting at his side. He waited until Sam put the wine glass down on the table before wrapping one strong arm around those thin shoulders and pulling Sam snugly against his side.
Sam let out a tiny squeak of surprise, but after a moment's hesitation, he settled against Jesse's side. He snuggled in, laying his head against Jesse's hard pectoral muscle. They sat together for quite a while before Jesse couldn't take it anymore.
“If you keep that up, I'm going to have to fuck you right here on the couch,” Jesse said, looking pointedly down at Sam's hand which was absently tracing patterns on Jesse's hard chest. Jesse was so turned on, his nipple formed a tempting little bump in the T-shirt, as though begging for attention.
“Oh, sorry,” Sam apologized, looking completely embarrassed.
“Don't be sorry. I don't mind, but I'm about to burst if you're not careful.” Jesse chuckled.
“Oh,” Sam said again, his eyes fixated on Jesse's crotch.
Jesse put a finger under Sam's chin and lifted the boy's face. He grinned for a moment, pausing long enough to allow Sam to deny him, should Sam choose to. When the boy didn't pull away, Jesse slanted his mouth over Sam's, taking firm possession of those enticing lips.
For long, heated minutes, Jesse devoured Sam's mouth. He thrust his tongue inside, exploring every nook and cranny even as his hands roamed over Sam's lithe body, touching every hot spot he'd found in his earlier exploration. It wasn't long before Sam started to moan, a long, drawn-out sound that Jesse was quickly becoming a fan of.
Jesse tilted Sam's head back until it hit the back of the couch and Jesse towered over him. He pushed his tongue deeper, tangling with Sam's own, caressing it and nipping gently at it with his sharp teeth. Jesse leaned over the boy until his body was nearly crushing Sam's into the couch, but Sam didn't seem to mind. Sam's own hands were wrapped around Jesse's neck, tangling in his hair. Jesse smiled as he realized Sam probably wasn't even aware that his fists were clenched so tightly in Jesse's hair, as though he were desperate to keep the connection between them.
Jesse's grin widened as Sam began to move against his body, thrusting against his leg. Jesse pulled his body away slightly, only enough to get his hand between them, and caressed Sam's chest. Sam broke their kiss as he groaned loudly at the touch.
“Jesse,” Sam said, nearly pleading.
“Shh, little one. I'll take care of everything,” Jesse reassured him, smiling before he devoured that luscious mouth again. He held Sam's tilted head in place, maintaining the deeper access to that warm cavern that Jesse so craved. He began to plunge his tongue in and out sensually, taunting Sam with what he'd be doing later to his firm, tight ass. The other hand dove under the edge of Sam's T-shirt, caressing the soft, warm skin as it traveled up his abdomen to its goal: Sam's hard-as-rock nipples.
Jesse was rewarded with a squeak and a squirm as he gently pinched and rolled one nipple between his fingers. So he did it repeatedly to first one, then the second nipple, until Sam was tangled against him, crying passionately into his mouth.
Jesse pulled away suddenly, and before Sam could protest, he grabbed the hem of Sam's T-shirt and lifted it over the boy's head, tossing it uncaringly on the floor. Jesse watched that captivating mouth in fascination. Already Sam looked thoroughly debauched just from Jesse's kisses. It was a good look on his boy, and Jesse was determined to see that look on Sam as often as possible.
Those swollen lips seemed to pout slightly, and Jesse let his gaze travel down the lean body laid out like a feast before him. What little hair there was scattered over that porcelain-pale chest was so fair as to be nearly nonexistent.
His gaze stopped at Sam's nipples, rising and falling distractingly before him as Sam tried to catch his breath. Jesse stared at those rosy peaks so temptingly protruding from the pale chest. He licked his lips in anticipation and pushed Sam sideways until the boy was lying flat on his back on the couch.
Jesse dove into those tempting morsels, nibbling and licking until Sam cried out beneath him. Jesse grinned and sucked one nipple fully into his mouth, swirling it around with his tongue, flicking it over and over again while his finger teased the other nipple in counter rhythm. Sam squirmed so much Jesse had to release his hold on the nipple. Jesse seized both wrists in his one large hand and held Sam's arms pinned down to the cushions, lest he be thrown off the couch by Sam's wriggling.
Drawing Sam's nipple into his mouth again, Jesse sucked on it like a delicious piece of candy. His teeth pressed tightly into the sensitive piece of flesh, and Sam whimpered loudly. Jesse could feel Sam's heart hammering frantically beneath him as he bombarded Sam with these unfamiliar sensations. Jesse paused for a moment, watching Sam squirm. It was so erotic the way Sam moved beneath him, it nearly had Jesse's rock-hard cock bursting out of his sweats. Jesse let Sam's arms go and Sam promptly clutched at Jesse's shirt, hanging on for dear life as Jesse continued to devour his nipples with
single-minded determination.
“Oh, Jesse... feels so good...” Sam cried hoarsely. Jesse finally had to stop; he needed to feel Sam's skin against his own. He reared back slightly, just enough to strip off his own shirt before plastering himself against Sam's hot body again.
With no shirt to grasp, Sam's fingers scraped along Jesse's spine before tangling once again in Jesse's hair. Sam seemed to need something to hang onto before he lost his mind to these unbelievable sensations and Jesse didn't mind providing that somewhat painful anchor.
In truth, Jesse liked a little bit of pain with his pleasure, and when his partners lost themselves in the sensations he provided , it made Jesse feel like a god. Jesse knew Sam would come to love those sensations and that tantalizing bit of pain mixed with his pleasure. Sam was far too sensitive and responsive not to.
Sam continued to writhe beneath Jesse, pressing his bulging erection harder against Jesse's hip. Jesse could tell Sam was close to losing it and didn't want it to happen here on the couch. He wanted Sam to be in bed with him when he came for their first time, naked and screaming out his pleasure for the whole city to hear. For some reason, it was important to Jesse that they do this right, not rush things like horny teenagers screwing on a parent's sofa.
With difficulty, Jesse tore his mouth away from Sam's far too alluring lips. He lifted himself off the couch and off Sam's too-tempting body.
“Let's move this upstairs,” Jesse said. He was surprised how steady his voice sounded, considering all the blood had left his brain and gone straight south. He ran his hand through his hair, trying to calm himself down somewhat. He didn't want to fall down the stairs or something because he was too horny to walk straight. A trip to the emergency room would certainly kill the mood.
“Huh,” Sam said dazed. He arched his back upward on the couch, as if trying to entice Jesse to touch him again. It nearly worked.
Jesse watched in fascination at the look of need crossing over Sam's features. The boy's chest was flushed, but Jesse wasn't sure if it was from lust or from all the fondling and roaming Jesse's hands had been doing. He rather hoped for the former. He liked the thought that his little Sam was aching for him just as much as he was aching for Sam.
Jesse grinned as Sam arched up again, reaching for Jesse, luring Jesse in like a fish on the hook. How incredibly erotic the boy looked in his need.
“Come on, little one. Let's go upstairs. We'll be more comfortable up there.” He smiled as he reached down, lifting the light boy into his arms as if he weighed nothing. Sam immediately wrapped his arms around Jesse's neck and nuzzled his face into Jesse's warm, solid chest.
“Wrap your legs around my waist.” Jesse said hoarsely. “I wouldn't want to drop such precious cargo.”
Sam did as he was told, wrapping his legs firmly around Jesse's hips. He surprised Jesse by rubbing his crotch frantically against Jesse's abdomen. The frenzied motion caused Sam's crease to press agonizingly against Jesse's rigid erection. The grinding lasted for several moments before Jesse grabbed Sam by the hips and pressed him firmly against his own overheated body, trying to stop the grinding before they both came.
Damn, the boy felt so good, Jesse wanted to toss him up against the wall and fuck him senseless. But that wouldn't do. Not for their first time. There would be all weekend for the more debauched things Jesse had in mind for his little Sam.
Sam seemed to be getting impatient with Jesse and squirmed against his larger body, rubbing his cock firmly against Jesse's abs. Damned impatient little bottom his Sam was, and obviously incredibly horny too.
“Damn, little one.” Jesse groaned savagely. If anything, that little move made Jesse even harder. It was with some difficulty that he walked down the hallway and up the stairs towards the bedroom, trying not to walk into any furniture or walls along the way.
“Behave, I don't want to drop you,” Jesse ordered with a ragged voice. But Sam seemed too far gone to listen, and continued to try to dry hump himself against Jesse's crotch.
Sam had a death grip in Jesse's hair and his legs wrapped so tightly around Jesse's hips that it was virtually a professional wrestling hold. He plastered his mouth against Jesse's, spearing his tongue in and out of Jesse's mouth almost aggressively.
Finally Jesse's hand latched on to the doorknob to his bedroom. It took only a moment to fling open the door and stumble across the room to the huge bed that dominated the space. He finally managed to peel Sam off his chest and let the boy fall to the bed, where he bounced slightly before coming to rest on his back, looking up at Jesse with lust-hazed eyes.
Jesse groped for the light switch next to the bed. It was dark in his room, and he wanted light to see his little morsel's every expression as he came, screaming Jesse's name as he climaxed over and over again. Jesse grinned as he knelt on the bed between Sam's bent knees.
“That looks slightly uncomfortable.” Jesse smirked as he fondled Sam's burgeoning cock through his jeans. “Whatever should we do about it?” Jesse teased, molding it and stroking it for several long moments. Sam seemed unable to do anything besides cry out and move into Jesse's hand, rocking back and forth, demanding more.
“Jesse,” Sam finally panted. His fists clenched in the bedspread on either side of his head. His back arched and his thighs parted like magic before Jesse's devouring eyes.
“Shall I help you with these?” Jesse offered sweetly, pressing firmly against Sam's jean-covered shaft.
“Yes! Yes! Please! Do something.” Sam cried out.
Without another word, Jesse unfastened the button on Sam's jeans and gradually, inch by torturous inch, lowered the zipper.
Sam arched harder, trying to force Jesse into touching him, but Jesse was having none of that. He would set the pace and Sam would learn to follow it, or the poor boy would truly come to understand the meaning of the word frustration.
The boy was still young and untrained, so when Sam grunted and thrust his hips as hard as he could in Jesse's grasp, Jesse relented. He allowed his hand to brush against the white briefs covering Sam's swollen erection as he steadily pulled the zipper downward.
Once Jesse had the zipper all the way down, Sam's erection seemed to burst free of the jeans waving to get Jesse's attention through his tighty-whiteys. Poor Sam needn't have worried, though; he had had Jesse's fixated interest from the moment he saw the boy in the club.
Jesse leaned back as he carefully pulled the jeans off the boy's legs, taking his shoes and socks with them. Sam lay there, stretched out on Jesse's bed in nothing but his sleek white briefs. Sam's beautiful body writhed entrancingly, and Jesse's breath hitched in his chest.
Damn, the boy was utter perfection. The light smattering of fluff seemed to beat a path to the treasure buried under the tighty-whiteys that Jesse could hardly wait to uncover. But he did wait, for a while at least. He didn't want to rush this time with Sam. He wanted to take his time, to make every moment count.
Jesse leaned forward until his body entirely covered Sam from head to toe. He ground rhythmically against the lithe body beneath him, enjoying the feeling as the heat between them tripled where their skin touched.
From the noises the boy was making into Jesse's mouth and the way he was grinding his cock against Jesse's hip, Jesse knew Sam wouldn't last long. The only thing to do was to let Sam get one off. The next time, Sam should last a lot longer for all the things Jesse wanted to do to him. It was hard to tell, though; Sam was so responsive and so eager for sensation, he might come again before Jesse could even get inside him.
The only thing left to decide was exactly how to get his sexy little Sam off. If Jesse used his hand, he could watch Sam's beautiful expression up close as Sam came. Jesse knew without a doubt that Sam would be utterly magnificent in the throes of pleasure. He could imagine the sweet body surging as he called out Jesse's name in a frenzy of passion. It would be magnificent.
But, with his mouth, Jesse knew he could make Sam completely lose control. Jesse knew he was unequalled in giving his part
ners oral and he found nearly as much pleasure in it as his partners did. He knew he would enjoy making Sam come utterly unglued with his lips and tongue, and maybe a hint of his teeth.
Jesse grinned. He knew what he wanted. He wanted to taste sweet little Sam, to find out if the boy tasted as good as Jesse imagined.
There was no doubt Sam would get it up again tonight, probably several times, with Jesse's eager assistance. The boy was very young and healthy, and responded enthusiastically to Jesse's touches. Sam would get it up again over and over and over until he passed out, and Jesse would be with him every step of the way.
Jesse's hands cupped Sam's nipples, pinching and flicking them until they were hot, hard peaks. Jesse's lips traveled down Sam's neck and over his chest to the first little nub of pleasure. Sucking first one and then the other into his mouth, Jesse twirled them around with his tongue, pinching them slightly between his teeth, sucking them hard until the blood flowed just beneath the surface of the skin.
Even through Sam's underwear Jesse could feel the boy's cock throbbing in time with his teasing of Sam's nipples. He grinned as his lips finally moved from their ravished prizes, down Sam's chest and abdomen, until he came to the elastic waist band of his underwear.
“Hmm. Look what I found here,” Jesse drawled. If his voice sounded more hoarse and less controlled than usual, he was sure Sam was too far gone in his own pleasure to notice. Jesse's hot breath ghosted over Sam's navel, and the anxious boy gave a full-body shudder. Blowing gently over Sam's navel again Jesse smiled as Sam let out something that sounded a lot like a sob and shivered again. It was intoxicating to have such power over someone so responsive. Jesse couldn't wait to explore further and see what else he could do to the boy, see how else the little one would respond.
“Shall we see what's under here?” Jesse said, running his finger along the inside of the elastic and pulling down slightly on the underwear with one hand. With only one finger of the other hand he meticulously traced up one side and down the other of the tented cock pointing nearly straight up at the ceiling.
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