“Yes. Please. God! Yes!” Sam howled hoarsely. The boy's eyes were closed and his head thrown back. One arm was draped over his eyes while the other hand fisted spastically in the bedspread beside him.
“Look at me, little one,” Jesse demanded firmly.
Sam shook his head, clearly very self conscious of what they were doing. But that wasn't nearly enough for Jesse. He wanted Sam right there with him every step of the way, enjoying it just as much as Jesse was, if not more so. Jesse needed Sam to watch and accept him, to want him.
“Look at me,” Jesse ordered again. His hand stilled, pressing slightly into the tip of Sam's erection through his underwear. It took several long, deep breaths, but Sam finally opened his eyes and peeked out from beneath the shelter of the arm he had flung over his face.
Jesse was pleased with Sam's obedience, even in the midst of the mind-numbing pleasure. It was going to be easy, and very enjoyable, to train such an obedient lover, and Jesse looked forward to it immensely.
“That's very good. Keep your eyes on me the whole time. If you stop looking, I stop pleasuring. Okay?” He waited for Sam's barely perceptible nod before he continued.
“Very good,” Jesse reiterated. His hands continued their teasing caresses for several minutes as a reward for Sam's obedience.
“This feels wonderful. It's so hot. I can feel it. Even through your underwear. I wonder what you look like? I wonder if your cock is as beautiful and pale as you are? Or maybe it's dark, flushed with need and pleasure. The need to come. Hmm? Shall we look?”
“Yes. Please! Yes! Look!” Sam uttered loudly, nearly coming unglued already from just Jesse's voice and words and tantalizing touches.
“Yes, let's look at my present.” Jesse smiled wickedly. He lowered Sam's underwear, staring vigilantly, relishing every last bit of soft, luxurious skin that was exposed to his demanding eyes. His fingers traced the skin as they followed the underwear down Sam's legs and finally over his feet and tossed into some unknown corner. Jesse couldn't be bothered to pay attention to where it went; he had other things to occupy his mind.
“Ooh, isn't that a nice-looking present. All swollen and hard, just for me. Or maybe that's because of me.” Jesse chuckled. “Doesn't matter, really, since I'm the one who's going to be taking care of it.”
Jesse looked at his prize, throbbing in front of him. As he had imagined, Sam was beautiful everywhere. Sam's slender prick sprang to attention before Jesse's eyes. As he watched, he could see Sam's frantic heartbeat echoed in the pulses of the young man's cock, causing it to sway as though it were dancing for Jesse. The beautiful rod was topped with a dark, mushroom cap. The cap seemed to glow almost purple-red as though angrily demanding to be released from its pent-up frustrations.
Sam's balls were tight and the wrinkly sac was drawn up against Sam's shaft. Jesse couldn't wait to taste them, to take them into his mouth, roll them around, and suck them until Sam came in a screaming frenzy. The nearly seven-inch rod waved at Jesse dramatically from its nest of pale gold tufts of curly pubic hair.
Jesse was surprised at how soft the hair was as he carded his fingers through it. He was careful not to touch the boy's sensitized skin. He didn't want Sam coming anywhere but in his mouth. Jesse wanted to suck the boy to completion, to taste his essence, and he didn't want anything interfering with that.
Jesse blew gently over the tip of Sam's cock, as though playing a flesh flute, and a shudder wracked Sam's body.
“Did you like that? Shall I do it again?” Jesse teased, allowing his hot breath to flow across Sam's hypersensitized shaft.
“God, yes. Yes. Do it! Do something!” Sam practically screamed.
“Yes, I suppose I had better. Never want to be accused of not taking care of you, now do I? But what to do with it? What to do? How about this?”
Jesse used the tips of two fingers to trace Sam's cock tenderly from base to tip, over that mushroom cap leaking pre-come like a fountain, and then down the other side, spreading the juices as he moved.
“Yes. Do that! Do that again!” Sam pleaded, practically arching off the bed in an attempt to get more of that touch.
“I suppose I could,” Jesse agreed amiably, grinning at Sam's desperation so he did. Over and over he traced up one side and down the other on Sam's steel-hard shaft. His touch was gentle, a brief caress of skin on skin, hardly enough to be felt, but it was enough to drive Sam wild. The boy panted and twisted his body, begging for more, even though he didn't seem to be aware of it at all.
Jesse gathered the pearl drops that seeped from the tip, spreading them around Sam's cock. He was tracing the shaft lightly, not using the spillage as lubricant for a hand job, just enough to make his fingers slide effortlessly over the silky-soft skin. It was very satisfying to know that just Jesse's touch was enough to have Sam leaking copious amounts of his pleasure.
“Are you still watching?” Jesse demanded, relaxing his movements slightly.
“Yes! Yes! Watching.” Jesse chuckled at Sam's limited ability to form speech. The way the boy was shifting beneath him, Jesse had to wonder how much Sam could actually see, but at least his eyes were still open, albeit unfocused.
“Do you like this?” Jesse asked, pressing a fingernail against Sam's weeping slit.
“Yes! Yes! Feels sooo good.” Sam panted.
“Then you should like this even more.” Jesse leaned down, displacing his fingertips with his tongue. With long, languid strokes, he licked from the base to the tip of Sam's cock. He ran his tongue attentively over every inch until he had circled around Sam's cock completely.
At the first touch of his tongue, Sam nearly shot off the bed, shouting Jesse's name, and Jesse had no choice but to hold the boy's hips down firmly with both hands. That didn't stop Sam from thrashing and babbling incoherently as Jesse tortured Sam deliberately with his tongue, but at least Jesse wasn't in danger of being thrown off the bed.
Occasionally Jesse's tongue drifted down to lick and wrap itself around one or the other of Sam's tightly drawn balls. Again and again he did this until he finally took what he desired and swallowed one whole, pulling it into his mouth and sucking on it gently. He moved from one to the other, enjoying the taste and humming his delight, driving Sam further into a pleasure-induced frenzy. At the vibrations from Jesse's humming, Sam nearly exploded, he was so close to the edge. Jesse pulled away, letting the ball slide out of his scorching mouth with an audible pop.
Jesse couldn't stop the evil grin he knew he wore. “Did you like that?” He paused, waiting for Sam to answer.
“Oh, Jesse... Don't stop, please,” Sam whimpered.
“Oh, little one.” Jesse chuckled. He lowered his face until his breath blew across Sam's leaking cock, causing the boy to shiver and plead for more again.
“You are too adorable.” Jesse couldn't deny himself any longer, and gave Sam what he needed and what Jesse wanted.
His lips descended leisurely over the erect organ straining before him, and Jesse groaned appreciatively as the boy's flavor fully hit his palate. Sam tasted even better than he'd imagined: sweet like fruit nectar with a touch of salt from the sweat they'd generated. Sam's essence was clean and perfect and unmistakably all Sam.
Jesse wrapped his tongue around Sam's cock, pressing it against the bulging vein as he drew his mouth up deftly, tracing every slight detail he could feel. Sam cried out in sheer ecstasy, and if Jesse hadn't had him anchored firmly by the hips, Sam would have tossed them both off the massive bed.
Jesse held the twisting boy tightly as he again descended. He sucked and swallowed as he moved deliberately down the distended member and Sam cried out again. Sam's hands seemed to automatically find purchase in Jesse's hair, and he held on tightly as Jesse continued to unravel Sam's tenuous hold on reality.
Jesse couldn't help grinning around the cock in his mouth as Sam continued to cry out his pleasure to the world. It was a good thing he lived in a house and not an apartment, otherwise his neighbors would be calling the cops by
now. But here Jesse's neighbors were far away, and they couldn't hear Sam's deafening cries. Even if they could hear, it would take more than nosy neighbors to make Jesse stop now.
Sam was intoxicating in his pleasure. Every moan, every whimper, every incoherently babbled plea simply drove Jesse further on his quest to please Sam. Jesse was determined to blow Sam's innocent little mind, and he wasn't far from succeeding.
Jesse continued to bob as Sam's leaking pre-come became a steady flow. The boy was so turned on now that it wouldn't be long before he finally blew. Jesse buried his nose in Sam's downy pubes, tightening his throat around the tip of Sam's shaft and swallowing repeatedly.
Jesse scraped his teeth gently against Sam's cock as he raised his head until his lips encircled just the crown. His tongue laved Sam's slit firmly, pressing inside just enough to cause a hint of pleasure/pain. And Sam loved it.
Sam screamed and babbled and begged for more until he was hoarse. Jesse lowered his head completely, taking Sam deep into his hot mouth and swallowed, using his throat muscles to tip the boy over the edge.
Jesse wasn't disappointed.
Sam gave a joyous shout and his hands tightened painfully in Jesse's thick hair, almost yanking it out as his orgasm burst through his body. Sam shot thick pearly ropes of come deep into Jesse's throat. Jesse rumbled around Sam's cock making Sam cry out yet again as he thrust his groin frantically against Jesse's face.
Jesse anchored Sam's hips against the bed. He pulled back until only the crown remained in his hot mouth, so he could taste Sam's sweet release on his tongue. He watched, his eyes riveted to Sam's twisting body as the boy continued to pulse into Jesse's mouth. Sam looked exquisite. His head was thrown back, his neck arched, and he looked like a beautiful, debauched angel lying in Jesse's bed, caught in the throes of ecstasy. Jesse liked that thought and sucked harder, making Sam call out and spurt yet again as the aftershocks continued to wrack his slender body.
As Sam finally seemed to calm down, Jesse could feel the cock in his mouth twitch a few more times before going limp against Jesse's caressing tongue.
“Oh, God.” Sam sobbed hoarsely, collapsing back on the bed. His breathing rasped and his chest heaved as he tried to catch his breath.
Jesse grinned and licked the flagging erection clean, bringing a few more shudders and groans as he did so. He was right about Sam's reloading ability. It seemed like it wouldn't be any time at all before the boy was ready to shoot another load, hopefully with Jesse inside him this time.
Jesse was so hard and horny that if his dick didn't see some action soon, it was going to rebel and fall off in protest. Seeing Sam come nearly had Jesse shooting his own release without ever having touched himself.
Sam was the absolute personification of beauty when he came. There weren't words enough to describe the feeling Jesse got from watching Sam come and knowing Jesse had caused it. Jesse wanted to see it again. He could hardly wait to see it again.
Jesse finally released Sam's turgid cock from his mouth with a reluctant slurp. He kissed the tip, his tongue flicking out to give it a gentle caress. Jesse moved deliberately up Sam's body, kissing and licking and nibbling as he went. He stopped for a moment at each nipple, tonguing and sucking on those still rock-hard nubs before continuing on up Sam's flushed and beautiful body.
Jesse raised his head to gaze down into Sam's glowing face. The boy looked thoroughly sated. His hair was mussed and surrounded his face in a halo over the green bedspread. His lips were swollen as though he'd been biting them. Sam was still panting, still trying to catch his breath, but his eyes were wide open, staring up at Jesse with incredulous, bright delight. Sam looked at Jesse as though the man was the god of pleasure himself, which thrilled Jesse to no end. That was a look Jesse liked seeing in Sam's eyes, and Jesse was determined to keep that look on Sam's face as much as possible.
Lowering his head, Jesse covered Sam's succulent mouth with his own. He delved deeply, letting Sam taste himself as they kissed. Sam wrapped his arms around Jesse's neck, pulling him closer to his heat as though he would never let Jesse go.
Jesse dove inside Sam's mouth, leaving no spot uncaressed, untasted. His tongue stroked every part of Sam again and again as he ground his still-clothed groin against Sam's growing erection.
Jesse was pleased that Sam didn't balk at the taste of himself. Some men didn't like to taste their own semen and refused to kiss after Jesse gave them head. Jesse quickly dropped close-minded men like that; they weren't worth the effort. Sam's eagerness and responsiveness were refreshing to Jesse. He hadn't realized how jaded he'd become without someone to really care about.
Jesse tweaked a tender nipple just to hear Sam gasp and see him arch his back, pressing harder against Jesse's chest. Jesse loved hearing those sounds.
Jesse pulled away slightly, still gazing down at his little Sam, but giving them both room to catch their breath.
“How are you feeling?” Jesse smiled. One hand still fondled Sam's chest while the other propped up his head so he could watch Sam as they spoke.
“That was amazing,” Sam replied, eyes wide open and face still flushed in the aftermath. “I've never done anything like that before. It was incredible.” His flush deepened as he admitted his lack of expertise.
Jesse paused for a moment. He'd known Sam was a bit innocent and obviously new to the leather club, but he wondered again just how much of an innocent Sam really was.
“So,” Jesse drawled, letting his fingers trace over Sam's sensitive nipple, “you've never had a blow job before?”
Sam just shook his head, the blush deepening even further.
“So, I would be correct in assuming you've never had sex before, then, either?”
Sam's blush flushed his whole body. Jesse had never seen anyone turn that bright red before without hours under the sun with no sunscreen.
“Um, not really.” Sam squirmed.
“Not really? How far did you go, then?” Jesse continued. It was important to find out so he knew what to expect.
“Well, I tried once. You know. To... to... you know...?”
“Bottom?” Jesse supplied helpfully.
“Yes, bottom. Yes. Well, it didn't go very well. You know?”
“No, I'm not sure I do know. Tell me exactly what happened. It's important so I know what to do for you,” Jesse said firmly. He didn't want to scare Sam, but he needed to know how far Sam had really gone and what he'd actually done. He didn't want to hurt Sam by going too far too fast if the boy was really as innocent as he suddenly seemed.
Sam's shyness overtook him. He shook his head and buried his face in his hands.
“That won't do,” Jesse said, sitting up and prying Sam's hands away so he could watch Sam's face as they spoke. “Look at me, little one. It's important you tell me exactly what happened. I promise, it won't change the way I feel about you or how much I want you. Okay?”
But Sam seemed unable bring himself to respond. He appeared frozen, as if mortified by Jesse's words.
“Fine, I'll ask you questions, and you just nod or shake your head. All right?”
Sam seemed to consider this for a moment and nodded briefly.
“Did you get naked together?” Jesse teased lightly, trying to work Sam gently into the harder questions.
Sam blushed furiously, but nodded.
“Did he touch you here?” He touched Sam's nipples with a firm tap. Sam giggled and squirmed, but nodded.
“Did he touch you here?” Jesse said, stroking Sam's growing erection with caressing fingertips. Sam squeaked, but nodded.
“Were you in bed together?” Yes. Jesse continued to stroke Sam's shaft, coaxing responses out of the shy boy.
“I know he didn't suck your dick, but did you suck his?”
Sam shook his head violently. No.
“That's good. Only a couple more questions now.” Jesse smiled. He was inordinately pleased that his cock would be the first one Sam tasted. There was no doubt in his mind that this would happen;
it was only a matter of time. Jesse could be very patient for something worthwhile. And Jesse was sure that Sam was the worthwhile person he'd been waiting so very long for.
“Did he touch you here?” Jesse continued, his fingers drifting down as he stroked Sam's sac. Sam's balls were tight and wrinkled, and as Jesse's fingers ran over them, Sam shivered and keened quietly, as though trying to suppress his voice. “Well, did he?” Jesse pressed, still stroking them.
Sam shook his head frantically and Jesse's smile widened. He hadn't been able to play with Sam's balls the way he normally would when giving someone head. He knew how good it felt to be touched there. But Sam's movements had been so volatile that if Jesse hadn't held him down, they would have been bucked from the bed. Jesse had managed to taste his little Sam enough to get a good tease of what their future would hold, but it wasn't enough to satisfy him for long. Jesse knew he'd have time later to play with that sensitive sac and tempting balls to his heart's content, and he looked forward to that.
“Good. Do you like it when I touch you here?” he teased, sliding fingers over one ball, then over his shaft, lingering on the tip before sliding down the other side and fingering the second ball.
“Yes. That feels so good.” Sam moaned, his head pressed back into the pillow and his body arching up into Jesse's.
After several long minutes spent torturing Sam with these new sensations, Jesse finally let his hand drift lower, to the focus of all these questions.
“Did he touch you here?” Jesse questioned, somewhat hoarsely. Watching Sam like this made it difficult to maintain his control, but it was necessary for at least a little while longer. Jesse needed to know everything to make sure Sam felt comfortable with him and not afraid of what they were doing together. He deliberately lowered his fingers to caress the smooth skin between Sam's balls and asshole. Jesse moved down lovingly until he was fingering the skin around the hole, very gently ghosting his fingers over the puckered flesh.
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