“Enjoy your bath,” Sam said with a smile as he went to change out of his own wet things.
He was standing in the bedroom, wearing only a pair of boxers, towel drying his hair, when Tally walked in with just a small towel around his waist. Sam was powerless to stop his gaze drifting over the young man’s wet, naked chest. The cuts had faded to the faintest of pink marks. Sam thought he was beautiful with or without them, his only concern was hurting him.
“Do you want to have sex now?” asked Tally brightly.
Sam chuckled and opened his mouth to decline but his attention was caught by a drop of water running down from near Tally’s belly button, over his firm stomach, tracing a path straight towards his cock, only to be stopped by the low slung towel.
Sam swallowed and realized he was very hard. He tore his gaze up to Tally’s deep blue eyes and saw Tally was watching him intently, seemingly holding his breath in excited anticipation. He couldn’t have missed the way Sam’s cock was tenting his boxers. So there was no point in trying to deny his arousal.
Tally wasn’t delusional. He wasn’t vulnerable. He loved Sam, wanted him. He had waited so very long. Sam drew in a shaky breath, he wanted Tally, so very, very much. In this moment, Sam had no doubts about any of that at all. It all seemed the obvious, unrelenting truth.
Slowly, he nodded. The moment felt inevitable, preordained. As if every moment in his life had been leading up to this one and it had all been worth the wait.
“Finally!” exclaimed Tally, with great passion and obvious relief. Sam chuckled at Tally’s reaction, it shouldn’t feel so damn romantic, but it did.
Tally beamed at him, eyes sparkling. He let his towel drop, before dropping to his knees in a graceful fluid movement that stole Sam’s breath away. He tugged Sam’s boxers down just enough to let his cock bounce free.
Tally licked his soft looking lips, and Sam groaned. Tally looked up at him and the hungry, dark look in his eyes was nearly too much for Sam to bear.
Slowly, so slowly, Tally inched closer to Sam’s full cock, until Sam could feel his breath on his sensitive cock head. The anticipation was torture.
Tally gathered saliva on his lips and carefully let it drip onto the very tip of Sam’s cock. Sam moaned. Then soft lips slid over his cock head, engulfing him in tight, wet heat. Sam threw back his head as the sensations washed over him, carrying him far, far away. The wet, the heat, the tightness, but most of all, knowing it was Tally.
Tally hollowed out his cheeks and sucked on the tip of his cock enthusiastically. He flattened his tongue and cushioned the underside of Sam’s cock with it, and Sam had never felt anything like it. Tally swiveled up and down, paying loving attention to Sam’s cock head. His hand started to caress Sam’s shaft and the dual sensations were pure bliss. Sending pure delight buzzing through Sam’s veins like electricity.
Then Tally took more of Sam’s cock into his mouth until it bulged his cheek obscenely. Sam watched mesmerized as Tally took two of his fingers and tapped the head of Sam’s cock through his soft, wet cheeks. The carnal noise that came out of Sam surprised him, he didn’t know he could make sounds like that, but then again, nothing had ever felt so good before.
Tally pulled off of his cock and Sam whimpered, his hips bucking. But Tally wasn’t gone for long, he glided his hot wet tongue to the underside of Sam’s cock head and danced and flicked it along the frenulum. Running the pointed tip of his tongue along the seam, up to his slit and back down again. Euphoria sparked along Sam’s nerve endings.
Sam rose up onto his toes and cried out his pleasure. Distantly, he hoped his knees would not give out as the waves of pleasure dancing through him were intense enough to leave every single muscle trembling.
Just when he thought he was about to blow, Tally licked a long trail all the way down his shaft, until he reached Sam’s balls. Then he gently sucked one into his mouth, rolling it around on his tongue. Sam hissed in ecstasy. Tally released his ball with a plop and turned his attention to the other one. Sam groaned, running his hand through Tally’s soft pink hair. Then Tally was licking his way back up his cock to the tip before sucking on it lovingly again. Sam rumbled deep in his chest as his balls tightened, ready to blow, he was so close but he didn’t want it to end. He wanted to ride this bliss for eternity.
But Tally dove down, swallowing him, taking nearly all of Sam’s cock in his throat. His velvet soft wetness clenched around Sam’s cock as he swallowed and Sam was undone. His orgasm exploding from him with a force that stole his sight, his hearing, every thought he had ever had. He was nothing but the desire, pleasure and ecstasy that was coursing through every nerve ending in his body like fire. Every muscle in his body spasmed. Cum shot from his cock, buried deep in Tally’s throat, it felt like an ocean of the stuff left him but Tally swallowed it all eagerly, increasing Sam’s pleasure even more.
Eventually, the tsunami of sensations began to ebb and Sam had to pull out and stagger to the bed, collapsing on it before his legs gave out. He lay there trying to inhale oxygen, he wasn’t sure if he would ever be able to remember how to breathe.
Slowly, very slowly, his mind drifted back down from the stars.
“Fuck.” he gasped.
He’d had plenty of blow jobs before. Plenty of orgasms. Nothing like that. That had been insane. He looked at Tally in awe. If hell was real, maybe sex gods were? Tally smirked back at him, looking utterly delighted. Very pleased with himself, as he should be.
Sam couldn’t form any other words. He needed to blow Tally’s mind and rock his world, like Tally had done to him. He had never been more determined in his life.
Tally jumped onto the bed beside him with a giggle. Sam pushed him onto his back and slid down. He wasn’t even going to attempt Tally’s cock, his efforts would be embarrassing after that, so he slid lower, pushing Tally’s legs wide apart and up a little. Sam had always been good at eating ass.
The sultry moan Tally gave at his first lick made Sam grin with pride, happy he had made the right choice. He was going to make Tally scream his name. Make his thousands of years of waiting worth it.
He licked around the puckered skin of Tally’s entrance. Savoring the taste of him, relishing the way Tally groaned.
He ran his tongue lovingly around and around whilst Tally tried to squirm. Sam liked that he was strong enough to hold him in place.
When he had Tally whimpering with need, Sam flatted his tongue, changing his caresses to broad wet strokes, covering as much of Tally’s entrance as he could. Tally mewled his pleasure, and that was all the encouragement Sam needed. He pointed his tongue and pushed inside, flicking around the warm, soft flesh he found.
Tally arched his back and cried out. “Sam!” it was music to his ears. Sam started flicking his tongue in and out and side to side as fast as he could until Tally sobbed, “Sam, stop, I’m going to come.”
Sam stopped, but he didn’t understand why coming was a bad thing until Tally gazed at him, face flushed, his eyes dark, pupils blown with arousal and said, “I want to come with your cock inside me.”
