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Jack and Sam Part 2 by Hrtofgld

There was a faint knock on the front door. Sammy seemed not to hear it. Jack got up to see who it could be. When he opened the door, it was Jimmy. It was apparent that Jack and Sammy had not been the only ones in pain. Jimmy's face looked as though someone had drained all the life from it.

"Can I talk to Sammy, please?"

"Sure, Jimmy, you know you can. He's in the living room. Do you want me to stay out here?"

"Do you know?"

"Yes, I know."

"Then, no, I don't."

Jimmy walked to the archway that was the entrance from the entry way into the living room. He said nothing, but just stood silently looking at his friend seated on the sofa, tears rolling down his cheeks.

"Sammy, I don't care."

Sammy looked up, startled. Suddenly it was all too much for him. If the rejection had been difficult, the acceptance was almost too much to bear. He buried his face in a throw pillow. No sound was made, his body heaving with his sobs. Jimmy looked at Jack to see what he should do. Jack just walked over to Jimmy and gave him the biggest hug he could muster. There were not words. Words didn't work at a time like this. Words were never adequate when feelings ran this deep. Jack released the hug, patted Jimmy on the back, and went to sit in the kitchen. He put on a pot of coffee. He wanted to be ready in case it was needed.

He never did know what happened in the living room between Jimmy and Sammy that night. They didn't come into the kitchen for quite some time. The boys sat down, their faces red, their eyes swollen, and they all had coffee and cake that Jake had found in the refrigerator. They talked and laughed into the wee hours of the morning, and no one mentioned gay, or straight, or friendship, or love, or acceptance…but, of course, no one had to. The conversations merely filled the silence, while the three of them sealed a friendship that would last for the rest of their lives.

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"That was hard for Jimmy."

"It wasn't easy for any of us."

"No, I think it was hardest for him. We've at least had time to think everything through. Everything came crashing down on Jimmy all it once. Maybe it wasn't fair of me to tell him like that."

"There's no way to say 'I'm gay' in little pieces, Sammy. It's all or nothing. Jimmy proved a lot here tonight…mostly to himself, I think. You already knew what kind of man he was. Now he does too. Don't give Jimmy up easily, Sammy. There won't be many Jimmies in your life."

"I know that, Jack. Good night."

"Good night, Sammy. That was one wild ride you took us on tonight, but I wouldn't have missed it for the world."

Jack sat up for the rest of the night. He wasn't thinking, exactly…just letting what had happened soak in. It was a good feeling and he wasn't quite ready to let go of it. As the sun came up and the reality of life began to creep back in, Jack called in sick to work and went to bed, weary, but somehow encouraged about the world. The last thing he heard before drifting off was Sammy's alarm. He hoped the boys wouldn't be too tired this morning to pass the test.

For awhile, life was good…very good. For the first time in years, Jack let his guard down and allowed someone into his life…and more importantly, into his heart. He loved Sammy, and Jimmy, too for that matter, and more or less adopted both of them. He felt like a proud uncle of sorts. The boys both had fathers, and Jack had no desire to replace either one. There was no way he wanted to take on that kind of responsibility. But, being an uncle was just right. He went to all the games and cheered wildly. He let the boys have parties at the house. He joined in enthusiastically in their conversations. He hadn't been this happy in years.

Jimmy met a girl, and fell hard for her. Her name was Sandy, and she was welcomed into the group without reservation. Jimmy hadn't told her anything about anyone's sexual orientation, but it wasn't long until Sandy figured it all out for herself. When she confronted the group one night during a heated game of Risk, all three of them said sure, that that was the way it was and that they were surprised at how long it had taken her to figure it out. Sandy was mildly put out by the whole thing and warned them that she would get even. She didn't know how, but she would get even when they least expected it. And then she took great joy in wiping them out, one puny army at a time.

The engagement party at Jack's was wonderful. Everyone had a great time. Jimmy and Sandy were perfect for each other and would be married in the summer. Everyone got completely plastered, except for Sandy, who was above such childish behavior. Jack's home was within walking distance of the campus, so it was a great place for a good plastering. As the last person staggered off the front porch, Jack locked the front door and turned around to the biggest mess he had ever seen. The house was a complete disaster, and Jack decided that no disaster should be faced while shit-faced. Cleaning up and hangovers were made for each other. He would attack…well, maybe not attack...he would carefully clean the place in the morning. But right now, there was a more important task to take care of. Sammy was missing. He was undoubtedly passed out somewhere, but where? A systematic search would be necessary…in just a little bit. First he would sit down on the sofa and allow the spinning of his head to subside. Throwing up was such an over-rated activity.

He had only been down for about five minutes, watching the room spin, and was nearly asleep, when the blurry figure of Sammy appeared in the archway. He was drunk, naked, and barely able to stand. It was emergency sobriety for Jack, as he realized that someone was going to have to get Sammy to bed and that he was the only one there to do it. It wouldn't be easy. Sammy was big and dragging him up the stairs would be, well…a drag. He jumped up as fast as he could, ignoring the swirling sensation in his head and hurried over to catch Sammy just before he fell. Sammy, leaned back against Jack, smirked a drunken little smile and said, "Thanksh, Jack, washn't that a great party? Jack answered, "Yesh it wazsh.", just as Sammy collapsed in his arms. He took just a minute to laugh before he hauled his "nephew's" ass up the long staircase.

When he finally got Sammy up the stairs and into bed, he thought he just might have a heart attack. The booze, mixed with the extreme effort, had made him light headed and his heart felt like it would pound right out of his chest. He thought he'd better sit down in the chair by Sammy's bed. If he was going to have an attack, he would need to have Sammy there to call 911, although the chance of Sammy's getting the number right was about one in a thousand. He would have laughed at the whole situation, had his head not hurt so bad…the drunk taking care of the drunker. Was that pitiful, or what?

"Jackie…" Oh, no! The drunken giant stirred. Jack nearly cried he was so tired. He simply could not do one more thing. He would pretend he wasn't there.

"Jackie…" Oh, shit, Sammy…how hard is it to just fall asleep? You've had enough booze to kill an army.

"Jackie, I know you're there. Talk to me."

"I'm here, Sammy. Go to sleep."

"Come over here, Jackie."

"I can't. I have to stay over here with what's left of my head."

"Please, Jackie? Please?"

"All right, if you'll promise to go to sleep."

"Okay, right after I throw up."


"Okay, I promise. I just have something I want to say."

Jack got up slowly off of his chair and made it the three steps to Sammy's bed and sat down. "Okay, Sammy, I'm here, kid. What do you want to say?"

"Fuck me, Jackie."


"Fuck me. I've never been fucked and I want you to…right now."

"Sammy, don't do this…you're drunk."

"I know I'm drunk. I can't say it when I'm sober. Please, Jackie, fuck me. I want you to so bad. I need you to fuck me."

"Good night, Sammy. I love you, and you won't remember any of this in the morning. You're beautiful outside and in, and God how I wish I was about thirty years younger, but fuck you? No way, Sammy. I couldn't live with myself and eventually you would hate me for it. I love you too much to lose you, kid. You're a part of me now. Good-night, Sammy, my love, sleep tight and I'll have the coffee ready in the morning.

With that, he pulled the covers up over Sammy's naked body. Kissed him on the forehead and tucked him neatly in. He was just finishing his last "tuck" when, without warning, Sammy threw off the covers, reached up, pulled him down and kissed him passionately on the lips, sliding his tongue quickly inside Jack's mouth. Before he realized what was happening, Jack was responding to Sammy's advances. He held Sammy's body tightly as they continued the long and very intimate union. And then he pulled away, dropping Sammy to the bed. "No", he said loudly, "This will not happen!" And he walked out of the room, closing the door behind him.

Alone in his own bed, Jack's body shivered. Was it the shiver of excitement or of anger, or was it desire that caused this reaction in his body? He refused to think about any of it. Instead, he put his hand carefully around what was now a full blown erection, squeezing it tightly. The pleasant, familiar sensation it sent through his balls would briefly take his mind off what had just happened, but there was no comfort for Jack as he drifted fitfully off to sleep.

The next day, Sammy was truly hung over, so, little was said at the kitchen table. Sammy just sat silently staring at his coffee. Jack's offer of scrambled eggs was politely, but firmly refused, but his generous offer of four aspirin was quickly accepted. It was all Sammy could do to make it to the sofa and slump down there. Jack followed him into the living room, lifted his legs and feet off the floor, put a pillow beneath his head and covered him with a quilt. Sammy smiled a little boy smile and quickly fell asleep. He would sleep most of the day and evening. Jack was pleased that indeed the happenings of the night before seemed not to exist in Sammy's mind. He prayed it would remain so.

The next couple of weeks were busy ones for Sammy and Jimmy…finals. Jack saw very little of the two boys. He knew of their existence because every morning there would be plates, glasses and cups on the kitchen table. Occasionally one would have lipstick on it, so he knew that Sandy was in and out of the house as well. If he did see Sammy, it was to hand him a sandwich as he ran out the door. Their primary conversation was "Here, take this." and "Thanks." just before the door closed. At last the ordeal was over. After his last final, Sammy literally crawled up the stairs and into bed. Jack didn't let Sammy see him, but he had to smile as he remembered his own college days and the horrible reality of exams.

Early Saturday morning as Jack sat reading his paper and drinking his coffee, there was a knock at the front door. Jack threw on his robe and went to the door to see who in the world could be knocking so early in the morning. No one in a college town moved before 12:00 on Saturday mornings. It was Jimmy. Jack didn't expect Jimmy to see the light of day before Sunday…he and Sandy were invited for Sunday dinner. Jack let Jimmy in, led the way to the kitchen, offered Jimmy a chair and poured him a cup of coffee. Jimmy was picky about what went in his coffee, so Jack got the half-and-half out of the refrigerator and set it down next to him. Jimmy's coffee turned a light brown color as he absent mindedly poured the half-and-half in. He took a big, slow drink and sighed.

"Sammy's leaving."


"Sammy's leaving. He's packing up this week-end. He's going to stay with us until he can find another place to live."

Jack didn't know what to say. He didn't know what to think. They both just sat and sipped their coffee.


"He loves you."

"Yeah, and I love him."

"Not the way he loves you, Jack. He loves you."

"That's ridiculous. He's nineteen."

"He doesn't think it's ridiculous."

"What does he know? He's nineteen."

"I'm nineteen and I know I love Sandy."

"That's different."

"How, Jack, how's that different?"

"Sandy's nineteen too."

"Oh, and you have to be the same age to love each other?"

"That's not what I'm saying. I'm saying that I could be Sammy's father, almost his grandfather."

"Yeah, so?"

"It's ridiculous, that's all."

"Why, Jack, because you love him too?"


"C'mon, Jack, you don't think I ever bought that 'Uncle Jack' crap do you?"

"I meant that, Jimmy."

"Sure you did…to me. I knew that. But I also knew there was something more there with Sammy. You didn't feel the same way about Sammy."

"I'm a dirty old man, Jimmy. I don't have to give in to every impulse that passes through me. Sammy's a beautiful young man. Before I got to know him…well, yeah, maybe I had a few less than noble thoughts. But I would never have acted on them. He's not the first cute boy who has lived here."

"But you loved this one, Jack. You felt it, and he felt it, and he loved you right back. When he asked you to fuck him after the party…."

"He remembered?"

"You bet he remembered. He remembered the kiss, too. That was no Uncle's kiss, Jack. When he asked you to fuck him, he meant it. He was sorry that he said it that way and when he was drunk. He knew that was wrong. But he meant what he said. He thinks he's offended you and made you feel strange or dirty or something like that. He doesn't know that he's just scared you to death."

"Scared me to death?"

"Yeah, because you want to fuck him, and you're afraid of everything it means about you and about him."

"Jimmy, you have no right to say that to me. You're just a kid yourself. What do you know?"

"I know what I see and I know what I feel and I know that two people I love, love each other and that because of some sort of rule that doesn't even exist, they're going to lose each other, and they may be stubborn enough and dumb enough and hard enough to take it, but when it happens, I intend to cry my eyes out for about two or three hours. And after I'm finished, I'm going to pretend that it never happened. I just wanted you to know, Jack. I'd never forgive myself if I let this happen and didn't try to stop it. I tried to talk to Sammy, but he wouldn't listen. I hoped I'd have better luck with you.

With that, Jimmy stood up, put his cup down on the table, walked over to Jack, bent over and gave him a hug from behind and kissed him on the cheek. "I love you Jack. I love you both, and I'll love you both no matter what happens." And then he left.

The kitchen had never seemed so silent. The bright yellow light that had once seemed so friendly and bright, now seemed to be spreading a glare over the entire room. The coffee was bitter. And yet, Jack couldn't move. He couldn't even think. The things that Jimmy had said wouldn't sink in. They were beyond consideration. What did sink in was that Sammy was leaving. Jack felt the emptiness before it happened. That too was bitter. There was a noise in the doorway. Jack looked up to see Sammy standing there. His eyes were red.

"I'm leaving now…for good. I'll have Jimmy pick up the rest of my things later. Was that him just now?"


"So he told you…everything?"


"I was afraid he would."

"You have to do this?"


"You don't want to stay and try to work it out?"

"What's to work out? I love you and you don't love me."

"I love you."

"Not that way, you don't. I'll come and visit…talk. I just can't stay here…live here…loving you. I'll find another place to live."

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"And someone else to love…someone your own age."

"No, I don't think so…not for awhile anyway…not for a long time."

"You don't love me, Sammy. You just think you do."

"Fuck you, Jack. I know what I feel for you. I'm not a fucking baby."

"You're nineteen."

"What right do you have to tell me not to love you, Jack, huh? What right? I want to love you more than anything in the world. I do love you. Everything that I am wants to love you. I want to give myself to you, to have you take me and love me. I can't do that because I'm only nineteen? When can you do that, Jack, when your twenty, twenty-one…or do you keep putting it off until you're an old, old man and you've lost the ability to ever do it at all?"

"That's not fair, Sammy."

"Oh, yes it is, Jack. That's very fair. Go fuck yourself, Jack. Yeah, that's it. Go up to your room, close the door, take out that wrinkled old dick and just goddamn fuck yourself, you son-of-a-bitch." And then he turned to leave.

"You goddamn asshole!" Jack jumped up from the table catching Sammy from behind. He hit him at about waist level and the two went flying across the hall into the living room. Sammy was quick, and turned punching Jack in the face, sending him reeling backwards, as Sammy followed, jumping on top, pinning Jack's arms to the floor and holding him there. He was crying.

"Goddamn you, Jack. Why don't you love me? All I want is for you to love me. Why couldn't you do it, Jack? Why?"

And then Sammy crumbled…collapsing onto Jack's chest just as he had curled up next to him that night in the chair. Sammy just laid there and cried. There was nothing else in the world. His heart had been broken and nothing in the world could fix it.

Slowly Jack's arms moved to embrace the young man and to hold him and to console him. He, too, was crying. Never had he felt such heartbreak or such love. The wetness of Sammy's tears soaked the top of Jack's t-shirt as they lay there on the hardwood floor.

"Why couldn't you love me, Jack? Why?"

Jack rolled Sammy over onto the floor and stood up. Then pulled Sammy up to face him. "I do love you, Sammy. I just don't know what to do with it…where to put it…how to express it."

Time stopped. Sammy leaned forward and kissed the tears in Jack's eyes…then his lips. Then he slowly knelt on the floor, and pulled Jack's hardening dick from his boxers. He took that dick slowly into his mouth and made sweet, sweet love to it as his hands reached around behind Jack, firmly cupping his ass cheeks and pulling him close. Then Sammy rose slowly again to his feet, the love in his beautiful blue eyes penetrating Jack's soul through the misty gray of his own. He kissed him again softly on the lips, pulled him close and whispered, "Fuck me Jack…please, please fuck me."

Jack took Sammy's hand carefully in his own and then, gripping it firmly, led Sammy up the stairs. They avoided Sammy's room, now sterile, and full of the packed boxes of separation, instead moving quietly and lovingly towards the welcoming light of Jack's room, the soft down comforter and the large king-sized bed. As they walked down the hall, their bodies touched gently, their dicks hardening in readiness for the wonderful sexual union that was to follow, a coupling that at least their dicks knew had been far too long in coming.

As they entered the room, Jack placed Sammy beside the bed, so that the morning sun pouring through the window bathed him in light from behind…a sort of halo around his beautiful body. He kissed him again softly on the lips, said, "I love you." and carefully began to undress the wonderful creature that stood before him. His hands trembled as he fumbled with the buttons on Sammy's shirt. The boy laughed softly, pushed his hands away, and slowly unbuttoned them himself, allowing his shirt to fall to the floor and revealing a chest that Jack had seen many times before…a refreshing pool that he had passed many times, but from which, though parched with thirst, he had never allowed himself to drink. But now he took it in, the beauty, the love, the golden softness and hardness of it all, the tawny nipples, hard with anticipation. Jack took it all in, but he did not touch. It was not yet time for touch. Jack thought his penis would burst, but there was more, much more, to be done before Jack's penis was to find relief.

Now the pants…how was Jack supposed to live through the taking off of the pants? Maybe he should just leave and come back later or turn his back and wait to hear them fall to the floor. He didn't think he could take watching the whole process, the unbuttoning, the unzipping, seeing Sammy's hard penis straining to gain its freedom as the pants fell slowly to the floor. No, he would turn and he would wait. Sammy would have none of that. Seeming to sense the thoughts in Jack's mind, he took Jack's hand in his and placed it on his hard penis just beside his fly. Jack could feel the wetness of Sammy's passion oozing through the dark blue fabric…and that was it.

What Jack had wanted to be the slow and sensuous disrobing of this beautiful young body was no longer possible. He had to have at least a part of Sammy and he had to have it now. He dropped quickly to his knees simultaneously unbuttoning Sammy's pants and unzipping Sammy's fly, his mouth quickly finding that wonderful warm wetness passing through what was now only the pure whiteness of Sammy's briefs. The smell of him was unbelievable. Jack took Sammy's straining dick into his mouth through the soft material, tasting and sucking and pulling the boy in tightly, as tightly as was humanly possible. Sammy let out a gasp as Jack pulled down his briefs, taking his seven inch penis into his mouth all the way down to Sammy's balls. Jack seemed to have no self control as he made passionate love with his mouth to those parts of Sammy that he had been dreaming about for months. Finally Sammy could take it no longer, pulling away from Jack and falling backwards onto the softness of the bed. Jack stood slowly, realizing that he had nearly ruined what he had wanted to be the most beautiful sex of his life. The beautiful taste of Sammy's penis was still on his tongue and lips…the only sound in the room the sound of their lustful breathing.

"Holy shit…… wow…… holy shit. I thought you were going to chew it up and eat it. Holy shit. Whew! Holy shit."

"Can't you say anything but 'Holy shit'?"

"I don't think so…not now. Holy shit."

"You want to stop?"

"Are you kidding? No…I just want to rest. I was so close to losing it, I had to get it out of there. I would have been finished before we started. Holy shit. This is obviously not your first time, Jack."

"No, no it isn't."

"Well, for all practical purposes, it is mine, so, even though I share your sentiments about what we're doing here, I'm afraid you're going to have to slow down just a bit. The new kid can't take it. I'll say this, though, you are no disappointment in the cock sucking department. Nope, not one little bit. You can do that again a little bit later if you'd like. I'll be right here on the bed. You'll recognize me. I'll be the one with the big hard dick."

Jack just laughed, chucked his own clothes, and laid down naked beside Sammy. God, he was beautiful! Jack had never seen anything so beautiful in his life, and at last he was allowed to drink it in. He thought he might just sit for an hour or so and look at the naked Sammy there on the bed. Maybe he would caress him, or kiss him, maybe even rub his naked body against Sammy's, but most of all he would just look at that beautiful chest with just the right amount of definition, the long muscular legs, the tight poppy ass, and the long, long dick that nestled neatly into two of the biggest most wonderful testicles he had ever seen. Or maybe he would just fuck him.

"Okay, Jack, now it's your turn. You just lay there and I'm going to give you a little 'holy shit' of your own."

With that, Sammy knelt by the side of the bed and pulled Jack to him, spreading Jack's legs as he did so. Then he went to work. Jack had never felt anything quite like it. As soon as he quit writhing and moaning and squirming and trying to keep from cumming, he was going to ask that boy just where he had picked up this technique. This was not the mouth and tongue of just any amateur. This was a man with a PhD in fellatio, and he probably got a perfect score on his orals. Shit, this was good. After raising his head up to make sure Sammy hadn't been replaced between his legs by some imposter, Jack just laid back and let Sammy do his work, and do his work he did. Sammy did all the usual things, licking, sucking, pulling Jack's balls into his mouth, biting just enough to make it scary and interesting at the same time…but there was this one place right under the balls that Sammy found that no one else had ever touched before that sent Jack right to the ceiling. The first time he did it, Jack couldn't help himself. He screamed and clamped his legs around Sammy's neck almost suffocating the poor guy. The next time he did it, Sammy was ready with his hands and held Jack's legs apart as he sent him in to ecstasy with the tip of his tongue.

When Jack thought there could be no more wonderful feelings left, Sammy shoved his legs up and went to work on his ass. Rimming, too, seemed to come natural for the young man, as he licked and prodded Jack into almost the sexual frenzy of no return. When at last he lowered Jack's legs to the bed and stood up to take a breather, Jack could hardly move.

"Holy shit."

"Like it?"

"Holy shit."

"Thought you would."

"You ain't no novice. Where'd you learn how to do that?"

"Watching porn."

"And I'm supposed to believe that?"


"Won't happen."

"Well, it's true."

"Okay, it's true, for now. I haven't got the strength to argue. Holy shit."

"Glad you liked it. Now will you fuck me?"

"If I have a dick left I will."


"Just give the old man a minute to rest, okay?"


Sammy laid down beside Jack and snuggled up close, their warm bodies touching. Both would have been content to just fall asleep like that. Their dicks, however, were of a different opinion.

"Jack, it's fucking time."

"Do I have to?"

"You have to."

"Oh, all right."

Jack rolled over and grabbed Sammy by the back of the head and gave him the longest, deepest kiss he had ever had…also the stiffest erection he had ever felt. Sammy ached to have Jack's dick deep inside him. Jack rolled him over tenderly…an emotion Sammy had not expected to feel after all the crazy wildness, but not an unwelcome one. It reminded both men of what was happening here…of the love they shared…of what they really might be saying to one another. Jack pulled Sammy's ass cheeks apart, and slowly went to work on the rose bud inside. Nothing was ever more beautiful to Jack than what he was doing now. He was preparing to make love to the most beautiful person in the world…a person he had never allowed himself to even hope to love. Right now in this room, on this bed, nothing existed in the world but the two of them. Nothing was of importance except the act they were about to perform. It was to be a union…a commitment. They both knew it and they both awaited it expectantly.

Jack took some lube from the bedside table and dribbled it into Sammy's ass crack. There he rubbed it in tenderly, getting Sammy ready for what was to come. If this really was to be Sammy's first time, the sex would not be easy. Jack was not as big as Sammy, but was not a small man himself in the genitalia department. He rubbed the beautiful rose bud with a finger and slowly inserted it inside. Sammy squirmed and jumped just a bit. Shit! Sammy was tight…too tight. Sammy's memory of his first sex with Jack was not going to be a memory of excruciating pain…no way. There was nothing else to do. Jack turned Sammy over and looked deeply into Sammy's eyes.

"Sammy, this is not going to happen."


"This…this is not going to happen. I can't fuck you."

"Why not?"

"Because I would tear you apart, that's why not."

"That's okay, Jack. I want you to. I want you to fuck me. I need you to fuck me. I don't care if it hurts."

"I'm not talking about hurting you, Sammy. I'm talking about ripping some of you apart."

"Shit, Jack."

Sammy put his head down on the bed. He wouldn't cry, but he wanted to. For weeks he had been dreaming about this moment…in bed with Jack…Jack fucking him…making him his. He wanted this like he had never wanted anything else in his whole life.

"I want you to fuck me instead."

"What?" What was Jack saying? The thought had never entered Sammy's mind…ever. Fucking Jack was never an option. How could he do that?

"I want you to fuck me instead."


"You've never done that either, right?"

"No, but…"

"You're gonna do it some day anyway. Do it today, Sammy. Make all of this as perfect as it needs to be. Make love to me, Sammy. Fuck me."

Sammy just smiled, as a warm glow came over him. Of course he would fuck Jack. Of course he would. He loved him more than anything in the world. He would love him. He would fuck him. With tenderness, he began to roll Jack over on his stomach.

"No, Sammy, not that way. I want to see this. I want to watch you fuck me. I want to look at your beautiful body, your beautiful eyes. I want to see your face as you cum inside me for the first time."

With that, Jack lifted his legs and Sammy put them on his shoulders. The lube would now go on Jack's ass, the condom on Sammy's dick. Sammy laid the head of his dick against Jack's waiting love hole, knowing what to do, but hesitant to do it.

"I don't want to hurt you, Jack."

"Just do it, Sammy. Just push it in. It won't hurt me. Once you're in everything will take care of itself. Fuck me, Sammy. Fuck me, kid. I want you there. I love you."

So Sammy pushed…slowly…firmly…and…he was in! He was inside Jack. It was an unbelievable feeling…warm…tight…loving…accepting. He looked at Jack's face. Jack was smiling.

"Oh, yeah, kid. Oh, fucking yeah."

Sammy leaned down and kissed him.

"Do it kid. Fuck me. Fuck me now. And, Sammy…."


"God, I love you."

Sammy began to move…slowly at first. Then, he moved a little faster. Jack would move with Sammy, moving to greet each thrust as Sammy worked himself farther and farther into the man he loved. Each man began to moan as they worked together, each for the pleasure of the other. Faster and faster Sammy moved, each stroke carrying him one more step to that wonderful point of no return. Each step making him thrust a little harder…try to go a little deeper. They were rocking now, together, faster and faster.

"Go, Sammy. Fuck me baby. Make me cum, baby."

And this was it. No other thoughts. No other feelings. Just thrusting, thrusting , harder, faster, faster. Oh my god, oh my god, thrusting down, the feeling going down inside, more, more, more, more, more….

"Jack, I'm gonna cum!"

"I'm ready, baby, come on."


And the two lovers locked together in a silent scream as Sammy shot wave after wave into the bowels of his lover and Jack came all over his stomach and chest. Over and over came the wonderful feeling of hot, thick liquid being expelled, through wonderfully exploding testicles, until at last Sammy fell exhausted onto Jack, the warm, sticky liquid of their love trapped between them. As they held each other, breathing heavily, Jack kissed Sammy and said, "I love you, Sammy." And then nothing but breathing and wonderful feelings and the touch of warm bodies expressing beautiful love.

"No mistake?"

"No mistake.

"How did I look when I came?"

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"I don't know. I had my eyes closed."

They both laughed. They laid there without moving for quite awhile, neither wanting to let go of the moment…ever. At last they had to. They got up, showered together, and went down to eat breakfast. They would spend the afternoon unpacking Sammy's boxes.

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