Aaron dropped his robe then gracefully joined him on the bed. Sam must have had a questioning expression on his face.
“Ask me anything you’d like, Sam. I don’t want you frightened or confused about anything we do together. And before you ask—no fucking, tying or pain today. We can talk about it, but we won’t be doing it. Clear?”
“Yes. We will be doing other things though, right?”
“Anything else is fine, little Sam.”
Sam flitted his eyes down to Aaron’s hardening length. He was relieved to see that Aaron was excited too.
“Talk to me.”
“Well…that man, Louis, the one who drove me down here, he told me that men can do lots of things to each other.”
Sam noticed Aaron’s expression darken.
“Yes. That’s true. Why, pray tell, was this stranger telling you such things?”
“Oh, when I first got in his motorcar, he asked if I liked boys instead of girls. When I said yes, he wanted to know if I’d ever been fucked. I didn’t know what he meant.” Sam tried not to blush, but he could feel the tell-tale heat. “He told me that a man could put it in another man’s rump, but I wasn’t sure if he was telling the truth. Then I asked him what other things men could do and he talked about them putting their parts in each other’s mouths, licking…” Sam cleared his throat. “I’d thought there would only ever be touching or rubbing up against each other.”
“And those are nice things to do too. But he was right about all the others as well.”
Sam’s eyes widened. “Oh.”
“Do any of those acts scare or bother you? Such as a man putting his cock up your ass?”
Sam swallowed hard. “Um…maybe.”
His gaze dropped to Aaron’s fully hardened organ… Cock. It seemed awfully large to fit inside him.
“Would it hurt? I mean, not the erotic pain, but really hurt?”
“It might at first, but I would stop if it ever did. However, if I’ve prepared you enough, the hurt would turn into the erotic kind and it would help make you come. There’s a spot inside your anal passage, a gland that has very sensitive nerves. When that gland is stimulated, it gives men a lot of wonderful pleasure.”
It was an amazing secret that Sam had never known. Like all the other things his father had kept from him, it was something good that he’d been missing out on. Or maybe it was a mystery that only a few special men knew about, men as knowledgeable as Aaron. Sam marveled once again at his good fortune.
“That sounds terrific. Then why can’t we fuck yet?”
“Good Lord, Sam.” Aaron chuckled. “I’m overjoyed by your eagerness, but I’m the one in charge, right? This is your first day, so I’m letting several things slide. However, if you can’t give me your unquestioning obedience, there will be consequences. Punishments.”
Sam gasped. “You mean you would slap me across the face, hit me with a switch? Or take away my food for a day?”
Aaron reacted as if he’d been struck himself and a very serious look crossed his face. Aaron’s voice remained low, but there was more of an intensity to it. “I would never hit you in your face. Ever. That’s humiliating. I know some men who do that to their submissives and submissives who like it, but I don’t. I would never starve you either, nor would I ever strike you in anger. We can discuss what punishments would be fair for disobedience later on.” Aaron’s expression softened, the twinkle returning. “Perhaps no cream sodas for a week?”
Sam’s body relaxed. “Thank you, Aaron. I know you’re a good man. I apologize for getting upset.”
“And thank you for apologizing.” Aaron stroked his knuckles across Sam’s cheek. “Such a sweet thing. You already know I will be hitting you though, correct?”
Sam nodded. “But it’ll be the erotic one.”
“Yes, little Sam. Not the angry one.” He caressed his cheek some more then dropped his hand. “Was it your father who struck you in anger?”
“Yes.” Sam shrugged. “He did that a lot to all of us. Even my mother.”
Aaron made a sound that reminded Sam of a growl.
“Animal. I’m so relieved that you left him. I will keep you safe, cherish you always.”
Aaron opened his arms and Sam went to him gladly. It was so wonderful, so thrilling. Their bodies were flush against one another and Sam’s length had stiffened, right along with Aaron’s. He wanted to rub them together, but he still wished for something else first. Sam tilted his head up.
“Will you kiss me?”
Aaron’s eyes lit up. “Ah, of course. I promised, didn’t I? I mustn’t go back on that.”
As Aaron descended on him, Sam held his breath. He’d yearned to share a kiss with a man for so long, he thought he might faint from the anticipation. The first soft touch of Aaron’s lips on his own was glorious. He would remember it for always. Aaron moved gently, using little nibbles as he moved across Sam’s mouth. There was moisture as he used his warm tongue to swipe at the seam of Sam’s lips. He sighed, opening up to Aaron.
Aaron plunged inside and Sam grasped his shoulders, Aaron’s scent mixing with the woodsy smell of the soap Sam had used. It was a heady combination and Sam’s groin ached with need. The kiss deepened, stealing his breath. He answered back with his own tongue, desperate to share in Aaron’s essence as the urgency increased. Aaron pulled back, panting, a huge grin splitting his face. “You’re quite wonderful.”
Sam wasn’t sure he could even think straight. But he knew one thing for certain.
“More kisses?”
Chapter Six
“It would be my pleasure, little Sam.”
Sam’s mouth was taken again and again, his cock leaking, heated and desperate for attention. Soon Aaron stopped kissing Sam’s lips, but continued down his chin, along his throat, then moving to his chest. Aaron licked at his nipples, the buds tightening in response. Oh, it was so good, so much. Sam squirmed and whimpered, his nerves alive and seeming to dance on his skin.
Aaron descended farther, nipping at his flesh then soothing it with a soft peck. When Aaron reached his curls, he rubbed his nose in them. Sam’s erection brushed repeatedly against Aaron’s chin, his cheeks, his lips. Grabbing Aaron’s hair and digging his heels in the bed, he fought the urge to come. He didn’t want to do that with Aaron’s face down there. He might get mad.
As soon as Aaron’s warm, wet mouth encased his cock, he shot hard. He let out a strangled cry, mortified, but so exhilarated at the same time. Aaron didn’t stop, didn’t pull away. He continued to suck and lick, coaxing more jism from Sam. The waves of his climax ebbed at last and Sam melted on the bed. Aaron kissed and loved on his crotch some more then scooted up the length of his body so that they were face to face.
Aaron propped himself up on one elbow and rested his head in his hand. He used the other to stroke the sweaty strands of Sam’s hair back from his face. He regarded Sam with a lazy smile.
“You taste as delicious as I thought you would.”
That seemed impossible. Sam had thought it was an accident that Aaron had eaten his spend then had stayed down there because he was being nice.
“It wasn’t sickly?”
Aaron chuckled. “Not at all. Try for yourself.”
Sam was taken in another deep kiss and was shocked that he could taste himself. It wasn’t bad—especially mixed with Aaron’s flavor. It was like what Aaron had said about the pain. It was erotic. He wasn’t completely convinced that he tasted all that great by himself though. Maybe it worked best if he tasted someone he liked. He thought he might want to try Aaron’s seed some time, since he already loved the flavor of his mouth.
Aaron broke their connection. “What do you think?”
“It was really nice.” Sam sighed happily. “You make me feel so good.”
“That’s all I ever want to do. I plan on devoting my life to your happiness and well-being.”
He was puzzled. Why would Aaron want to do such a thing?
“You’re having a
hard time believing me, aren’t you? I see the bewilderment in your eyes. That’s okay. It will take time. You’ll become more secure the longer we’re together. It will be up to me to prove my worth to you.”
“But I need to prove myself to you. You’re already so incredible.”
Aaron peppered his face with light kisses. “Am I? You know so little of me still.”
Sam took a chance and petted Aaron’s face. There was the shadow of his beard growing back in since his early morning shave, but he liked the stubble. He stroked it backwards to feel the light scrape on the sensitive pads of his fingers. Aaron closed his eyes.
“Mmm. That’s nice.”
Sam kept going. He ghosted his hand down Aaron’s throat until he reached his chest. There were dark curls covering it and he played in them. Sam’s chest was absent of hair, so he’d never had the chance to do such a thing before. He found one of Aaron’s brown nipples and ran his thumb over it. Aaron moaned then lay back on the bed, his eyes still shut.
“Lovely. Don’t stop.”
Getting braver, Sam teased the plump bits of flesh some more. He didn’t pinch or twist them the way Aaron had done to him. When Aaron had explained the sex things, Sam understood it to mean that Aaron liked to give the pain to his partner, not receive it. And besides, Sam couldn’t ever imagine doing something to another person that he knew would hurt them—even if it was the erotic kind of hurt.
He lowered his hand again, rubbing circles on the flat belly, following a trail of dark hair down to the nest of curls at the base of Aaron’s cock. Licking his lips, he wondered if he had the courage to wrap his fingers around the long, thick member. It was the first time he’d had the opportunity to really examine it closely. He’d only ever taken furtive glances at it before.
The head was full and scarlet-tinged. It appeared darker at the tip than usual and Sam wondered if that was because Aaron was so aroused. There were glistening bits of moisture leaking from the slit and Sam felt compelled to taste them. He leaned over Aaron’s body and flicked his tongue over the sticky substance. Aaron gasped and his shaft twitched of its own accord. Sam startled, forgetting for a moment what he’d just done.
Then he registered it and while there was a bitterness to what he’d taken into his mouth, it wasn’t unpleasant. He liked that it had come from Aaron and that Sam was the one who had made his lover drip that way.
“Can you do that again, Sam? Put just the tip in your mouth and lick it. I don’t expect you to take any more of me in tonight and I promise I’ll stop before I come in your mouth.”
It was a good thing he didn’t want Sam to go beyond the end. He couldn’t imagine how he could get Aaron’s long length all the way in anyway. And he still wanted to touch Aaron’s cock. He’d wanted that for a while.
He grasped the base of Aaron’s erection and guided it to his lips. The moment he had them encased around the spongy end, Aaron hissed and grabbed at the sheet. Sam lapped at Aaron’s rigid flesh, swirling his tongue around it then seeking more of the liquid he’d tasted before by dipping into his slit.
“Ah, Jesus. So good, little Sam. You are so good.”
Thrilled by Aaron’s praise, he moved his hand up and down. He liked to do that to himself, so he was pretty sure that Aaron would like it too.
“Yes…”
Aaron’s hips thrust gently into Sam’s fist and he placed one hand on Sam’s upper back, caressing and encouraging him. Aaron’s movements increased in intensity and pace until in one swift action, Aaron yanked Sam off his cock with one hand and grabbed his own erection with the other, pumping it furiously right above where Sam gripped him. Within seconds, a stream of Aaron’s seed shot from him in three long arcs, splashing on his belly and upper thighs. Aaron slowed his strokes, panting and moaning softly as more of the creamy liquid dribbled down his length and over his fingers.
Sam watched in fascination. He’d never seen such a thing up close like that before. He’d always had to hide when he did it, and even then, he hadn’t been able to get so near that he could stare at it when it happened. He noticed a dollop of Aaron’s jism on the hip that was closest to him. He’d kept his fingers wrapped around Aaron’s softening erection because he wasn’t ready to stop touching him yet, so he leaned down and lapped up the bit of spend while still holding on to his lover.
It was better than the clear stuff he’d tasted before. It was even better than when Aaron had kissed him with his own flavor in Aaron’s mouth. Aaron’s spend was still bitter, but it was combined with a pleasant saltiness. Sam decided he’d been right after all. Eating your partner’s seed was best. After wiping his hand on the sheet, Aaron peeled Sam’s fingers off his flaccid shaft then gathered Sam into a strong embrace. He kissed him again and again, kneading his body and stroking his back as he did. At last he broke the connection, gazing down at Sam through hooded eyes.
“Little Sam. My sweet, little Sam. All mine.”
Petting Aaron back, Sam nodded his head.
“Yes, Aaron. All yours.”
Aaron placed a small peck on the end of his nose.
“We need some rest—then we can have something to eat. After that, we can get to know one another some more.”
Aaron ran a finger along Sam’s brow then down his cheek. He ended by brushing it back and forth across his bottom lip.
“There’s also another thing I need to explain. If you give yourself to me completely the way I desire, then there’s something else I wish you to call me instead of Aaron.”
“Okay. Whatever you want.”
Aaron smiled lazily at him. “Mmm. Such a very good boy.”
* * * *
It was dark by the time Aaron stirred. He still cradled Sam in his arms, his body and mind awash in contentment stronger than he could ever remember. How had he lived his life so long without his sweet boy? Everything prior to the day he rescued Sam from his awful job at the bathhouse had seemed pointless and miserable.
That’s because it was.
He owed Saul everything. His gut tightened at the thought that he’d almost allowed Sam to slip away. What would have happened to him? Would someone have used him, hurt him? He repressed a sob at the mere suggestion of it, clutching Sam tighter to his chest. Sam mumbled something and wriggled closer, reaching up to grasp Aaron’s shoulder. He clung to Aaron as if he were Sam’s lifeline.
“Are you hungry?”
Sam let go of his grip to rub a knuckle over one eye. Then he laid his hand on Aaron’s chest.
“Yes. Are you hungry yet?”
“Shh. Don’t worry about me. I do the worrying for the both of us.”
“I don’t want you to feel bad.”
Aaron jostled him. “I only feel wonderful. If I need something from you, I’ll let you know. No questioning, little Sam. We don’t want to begin the punishments already.”
Sam tensed in his embrace. Aaron had no desire to scare him, but there had to be clear boundaries in their relationship or else it would never work. That would only end up creating sadness for them both in the long run.
“Okay. I won’t question, Aaron. Is it all right for me to tell you that I care about you?”
Aaron turned on his side and captured Sam’s lips, kissing him thoroughly. Sam responded with eagerness, wrapping his limbs around Aaron and thrusting his tongue into Aaron’s mouth with abandon. Aaron pulled away, rubbing his nose back and forth against Sam’s.
“You can always tell me such things. I relish them.” Aaron squeezed Sam before releasing him. He then rolled over to rise from the mattress. “Come on, let’s get my boy fed.”
* * * *
They worked alongside one another in the kitchen preparing the food, an easy camaraderie that took Aaron by surprise. There was no longer any shyness in Sam. He’d seemed to accept his new role with glee. It occurred to Aaron that Sam must have been starved of affection for a very long time.
After they’d finished their meal and cleaned up, Aaron took Sam on a tour of the house to help p
ut him further at ease. They remained unclothed, Aaron careful to keep the drapes tightly closed. Sam appeared comfortable with his own nudity without any qualms. When they reached Aaron’s art studio, Sam made a sound similar to pleasure.
“Do you like it?”
“Oh, Aaron. It’s so beautiful! Did you paint all of these?”
Sam hovered around each of the canvases that leaned against one side of the room. Many were stacked three or four deep and he could see that Sam was anxious to flip through them but didn’t dare touch. He tried to peek around the sides, closing and unclosing his fists as if he were fighting the urge to grab.
Aaron laughed. “Go on then.”
“Really?”
“I said so, didn’t I?”
It was interesting to watch how careful Sam was with each one—how he treated the paintings as if they were made of the most delicate china. Sam pulled one out to examine it more closely. The picture was done in the usual palette of colors that he favored. Generally he worked in muted hues of brown, rust, reds and other earth tones. Once in a while there would be a pop of a deep green or jewel blue.
The portrait that Sam held pictured a lean young man bound with thin ropes that criss-crossed his entire body. He appeared to be lounging against some pillows, his restrained limbs bent slightly at his knees. His arms were stretched high above his head, his wrists tied together and attached to the tall headboard. Aaron knew that Sam would recognize the piece of furniture from the bedroom.
The focal point of the entire portrait was the man’s erect, ruddy cock that peeked out between the rope patterns that dug into his flesh. Aaron remembered the session well. It had been one of the few times a subject outside of a club had enjoyed his unusual erotic requirements. The man had even gladly let Aaron fuck him afterwards. There was a crease on Sam’s brow and Aaron sensed distress emanating off his young lover.
Aaron moved behind Sam and placed his hands lightly on his shoulders.
“What’s bothering you, Sam?”
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