Instantly he felt Sam tense, and for the first time, the boy drew away from Jesse's touches. But Sam said nothing, instead burying his face in his hands once again.
“Come now, little one,” Jesse said, drawing the hands away from Sam's face. He stroked the boy's cheeks with both hands, trying to pull him out of his shell. “He touched you there, right?”
Sam looked up at him with wide eyes. It took a while, but Jesse was patient, and Sam finally nodded.
“You didn't like it?” Jesse continued to caress Sam's face, letting him know through touch that Jesse was here with him, for him.
“It hurt,” Sam finally whispered. “It hurt a lot.”
“Why did it hurt? What did he do?” Jesse asked, trying not to let his anger show. It was obvious the boy hadn't had a good first experience, and that annoyed Jesse beyond words. It was a top's responsibility to make sure the experience was pleasurable for both partners, especially when it was someone's first time.
Since there had been so much pain, Jesse knew the irresponsible top hadn't prepared little Sam well enough. Poor little love. It infuriated Jesse that Sam had had to go through that experience.
Jesse realized he would have to show Sam what real pleasure could be had from sex. He needed to make Sam forget the pain of the past and want to move forward with these feelings growing so quickly between them. Sam needed to want the sex, want the pleasure, and want the intimacy that came with doing the act as it should be done between two lovers who cared about one another.
“He... he tried to put it in. You know, there. It hurt and I told him to stop, but he tried anyway. It hurt a lot and he kept trying. But I was bleeding and it really hurt and I didn't want to do it anymore. He said the lube on the condom should have been enough. He got mad and said I was too small to be a good lay and kicked me out,” Sam said finally, in such a rush to get the words out that Jesse had a hard time following the whole tirade. But he understood enough of the rambling to be furious at the unknown top.
What an awful first experience for his little one. There was no excuse for a top to hurt Sam like that and then throw him out without even taking care of him or explaining things to him. No good top worth his balls would be so careless. If Jesse ever found out who the self-centered top was, Jesse would rip the ignoramus’ dick off and shove it up his own ass.
He realized that Sam had fallen silent and was looking anxious, as though waiting for Jesse to condemn him or throw him out too. Jesse forced the smile back on to his face and kissed Sam thoroughly, possessively. He didn't want Sam to think for even a moment that Jesse was anything like that bastard.
Jesse let his hands roam freely over Sam's chest, smoothing away the tension that had built up in the slender body. It took a while, but Sam finally relaxed again. Jesse ran kisses over his face and chest for long minutes before finally stopping and gazing down the sweet, uncertain boy.
“Do you trust me?” Jesse asked, determined to show Sam that not all sex hurt.
Sam didn't even hesitate before he nodded. That made Jesse smile again, even more resolute to prove himself to the young man.
“Good. I want you to get onto your hands and knees. Believe in me. I won't hurt you.”
Sam hesitated a moment, but quickly acquiesced to Jesse's orders. That clear show of trust had Jesse's flagging erection raging back into action. He couldn't help but stare at that magnificent ass spread out before him like a delicious feast.
And that's exactly what Jesse planned to do—feast like a starving man.
Jesse stood up and quickly removed his sweatpants. They were becoming increasingly uncomfortable and he needed them off, now. He threw them over his shoulder, not caring where they landed, and quickly climbed back onto the bed. He knelt behind Sam and reached up, caressing Sam's beautiful ass cheeks with both hands.
“Don't worry,” Jesse said reassuringly as Sam stared at him in trepidation. “I promise not to hurt you. If at any time you feel uncomfortable or want me to stop, just say so. I promise I won't be mad. Okay?” He waited for Sam's nod of assent before continuing.
“I swear this will make you feel incredible.” Jesse reached down, caressing Sam's upper thighs and the small of his back. Hot hands trailed everywhere as Jesse, gently coaxed Sam into relaxing again. It didn't take long this time before he felt the tension fade from Sam's beautiful body.
Jesse pressed butterfly-soft kisses on Sam's back, trailing ever downward over the silky, smooth skin until he reached the curve of Sam's backside. He fluttered kisses over Sam's ass cheeks again and again, intermingling them with light licks meant to arouse. It hardly took any time before Sam was grunting, begging for more, and his hips were shifting beneath Jesse's loving caresses, pressing his ass harder against Jesse's face and hands.
Jesse continued his teasing kisses, running them over Sam's back and ass cheeks and inner thighs until he reached the rose-colored flesh of Sam's tightly clenched and puckered hole. He let his tongue gently swipe across the opening before kissing the delicately furrowed rosette.
Jesse inhaled deeply, breathing in the essence that was Sam. A deep musky scent washed over Jesse, seeping into his soul, seeming to fit inside him as if the boy belonged there. Sam tasted better than anything Jesse had ever tasted before. He gently sucked the entrance, listening to Sam's cries, listening for the slightest sound of discomfort. But there was none, only moans of pleasure and want emerging from those swollen lips.
Jesse licked again at the entrance, using his hands to spread Sam's ass cheeks for better access to the tiny, puckered hole. He felt Sam clench up slightly and eased back, giving Sam a chance to get used to his touch. Jesse ran his hands over Sam's back and thighs, using his touch to help Sam focus on the pleasure of the here and now and forget the pain of the past.
As soon as he felt Sam relax, he continued his exploration. He ran his tongue repeatedly over Sam's warm crease, each time grazing over the edges of the hole, but never penetrating. He wanted Sam to be so lost in the pleasure that he wouldn't remember what he was so nervous about.
“Spread your legs more,” Jesse said quietly and Sam was quick to obey. There was no hesitation in the movement, and Jesse could see Sam's hands clenched tightly in the covers in front of him, as if trying to hang on to what little self control the boy had.
Jesse smiled. He liked the fact that he could reduce the young man to whimpering need with only a few short kisses and well-placed licks.
Moving down, Jesse licked from Sam's perineum to his hole time and again. Long, dragging strokes with the flat of his tongue were designed to push Sam to the brink and open him up even more for Jesse's planned invasion. Sam begged harder and thrust his hips back onto Jesse's questing tongue. Jesse loved the responses he was getting from Sam. It ratcheted up his own desire even higher every time Sam called out or thrust that beautiful ass so trustingly against Jesse, offering it to him.
Sam buried his face in the bedspread, looking over his shoulder at Jesse every few moments as though he couldn't help himself. Jesse smiled. Sam probably didn't even realize it, but the new position thrust Sam's ass farther into the air, opening it even more to his questing tongue. One of Jesse's hands moved from Sam's hips and began caressing the boy's cock with long, languid strokes meant to keep the boy on the cusp of pleasure, but not bring him over the edge until Jesse wanted Sam to. He wanted complete control over Sam and his pleasure, and he was going to have it.
Jesse's lips hovered over Sam's hole. He kissed it, giving it a gentle yet possessive suck as he did. Sam whimpered, seemingly lost to the sensations, but never told Jesse to stop. Jesse speared his tongue and thrust at the hole, breaching it only a bit. He paused for a moment, but Sam only whimpered in response. He thrust his tongue again and again against Sam's hole, breaching slightly more each time.
Jesse's hand continued to stroke Sam's cock, ever so calmly. As he did, he reached down and cupped Sam's balls, rolling them in his large hands and making the boy's whole body shiver in response. Jesse rolled t
he balls firmly, tugging occasionally until they were so hot and tight, Jesse knew that Sam was going to explode soon.
He thrust his tongue deeper, sampling the wonderful, musky-sweet taste that was completely Sam. His tongue thrust in and out, in and out, fucking Sam, owning him as completely with his tongue as he would eventually with his cock.
“Oh, God. Jesse. Don't stop. Don't ever stop!” Sam screamed loudly.
No worries there. Jesse smiled against Sam's hole. He was already addicted to Sam's taste and would do anything to have it forever his. He continued to thrust deep inside that silky, hot hole, and Sam's hips began moving in time to those thrusts. Sam pushed himself back onto Jesse's tongue, pushing Jesse deeper inside.
Jesse loved being inside Sam, tasting him in a way that no man had ever tasted this boy before. Jesse treasured the fact that, for all intents and purposes, Jesse was the first person to be here. He was the first person to know Sam in such an intimate way.
If Jesse had his way, he would be the last person to know Sam like this as well. He couldn't wait to share all that Jesse knew of love and pleasure and pleasurable pain with his Sam. He knew it would be an incredible journey for both of them.
Jesse could feel Sam almost ready to burst and increased the speed of his hand fondling Sam's cock and balls. The hard, hot steel in his grasp swelled even more, and with a scream muffled by the blankets, Sam came, shooting copious amounts of streaming come onto the bedspread beneath him as well as onto Sam's chest and Jesse's hand.
Jesse continued to stroke Sam's cock with his hands, milking every last drop out of Sam that he possible could. He could feel Sam's hole clenching around his tongue as the boy came. Again and again the boy was wracked by spasms as the aftershocks worked through his body. This was the best feeling Jesse had ever encountered: knowing Sam had trusted him so much so soon in their relationship spoke volumes for their future together. That Sam felt safe enough to allow Jesse to do these things after Sam had suffered such a horrible first experience was a heady experience for Jesse. It added to the pleasure Jesse felt, bringing him closer to the edge even as Sam crested his own orgasm.
Finally the last drop of come was milked, and Sam collapsed onto the bed, groaning loudly as he melted, sated, into the mattress, ignoring the puddles of come beneath him.
Jesse couldn't wait any longer and sat up as he stroked his rock-hard cock. Watching Sam's face as he came had been the most erotic thing he'd ever seen. Jesse needed to come now. Before his blue balls jumped up and ran away in protest.
“Turn over,” Jesse demanded harshly. Sam obeyed, rolling over onto his back with some difficulty. The boy was sated and boneless with the mind altering pleasure he'd received but he tried to respond to Jesse's command as best he could. His legs fell naturally apart, giving Jesse a look at the now flaccid cock resting on Sam's thigh, still leaking drops of come that dribbled down that smooth skin.
Sam's face was a mask of ecstasy, his cheeks flushed and his pupils dilated with desire as he panted and gasped for air. His tongue rested between the pearly white teeth, visible between his open, luscious lips as he stared up at Jesse.
With a triumphant shout, Jesse came. Thick ropes of pleasure spurted from his cock, splashing over Sam's chest and thighs in long strands, marking Sam as his.
Jesse collapsed on top of Sam, crushing the slight boy beneath his greater weight. Jesse's cock twisted and jumped at the contact between their fiercely hot skins. Jesse thrust a few times, humping against Sam's abdomen, drawing out his pleasure even as he shot a few more strands of come, until all the aftershocks finally subsided. Sam didn't seem to mind the weight as he wrapped his arms around Jesse, pulling him even more tightly against his form, mixing their semen between them. Jesse didn't mind either. He rather enjoyed the thought of their mixed seed smeared over both their naked bodies.
His lips sought Sam's, drinking in the flavor of the boy's eager responses.
“Thank you,” Sam murmured sleepily. “Was ‘credible.” His eyes were already drifting closed, and his tight grip over Jesse never slackened as the boy's muscles relaxed. Jesse could feel the boy trying to hang onto consciousness, but it was a losing battle.
That was fine with Jesse; let the boy sleep. When he woke, there would be plenty of time to continue the boy's education and training. Jesse was absolutely determined to keep Sam here, and most especially in his bed. If he had anything to say about it, Sam would move in with him immediately. Jesse knew a good thing when he found it. He'd been searching for years for Sam and had no intention of letting the boy go any time soon.
Jesses smiled to himself as he shifted and settled down beside Sam for a well-deserved nap. He pulled Sam against his hot body until they were touching from head to toe. Jesse tucked Sam's head under his chin, breathing deeply of the boy's scent. He pulled the bedspread up over both of them as well as he could. Next time Jesse would have to remember to do it on the sheets so they could snuggle under the covers. Jesse's house was warm, so they'd be fine and later, when Sam woke up, they could get settled in better.
Jesse looked down at his little lover. Thank goodness he hadn't settled for the same old thing at the club. Thank goodness Jesse had been the one to find such a beautiful, responsive boy as his Sam.
Jesse rather looked forward to training the boy and showing him all the pleasures that were to be had between two dedicated lovers. He wondered how many rim jobs it would take to convince little Sam to move in with him. From the way he reacted to the first one, probably not many at all.
The thought that Sam might refuse never entered the equation. Sam would be his; Jesse knew it, and he'd prove it to Sam again and again and again for the rest of their long, loving lives.
The End.
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