After they showered, Clay was glad Sam agreed to stay for a bit. He'd been blown away by the thrill of Sam's fingers inside him and how he found himself responding. He wanted the reassurance of Sam's presence to help him deal with the self-loathe that came with the aftermath. When Sam wrapped his arms around Clay's neck, it felt right.

Sam was so free, so sure of himself and what he wanted that Clay envied him. Clay envied his ease and sexual confidence, his body and his wisdom. He hadn't disclosed his age, but Clay placed him to be older by some years. Not that age mattered.

“How old are you?” he blurted out before he could help himself.

“Twenty-five,” Sam replied. “You?”

“Twenty-two.” Clay was relieved.

Being twenty-two had been a factor in his finally admitting to himself and to Tina that things wouldn't work out in their relationship. “I never thought I'd accept myself like this. I mean, I knew I stood out but... I couldn't place a finger on it. Guess I enjoyed lying to myself a lot these past few years.”

Sam's arms tightened around him and his lips brushed Clay's left earlobe, his breath warm and his bites soft. “At least you worked it out in the end.”

“Yeah. I did.”

Clay leaned back onto Sam's embrace, letting Sam hold him. It felt good to be wrapped up in someone's arms like this. Sam was bigger and stronger than him, all warm, solid and comfortable. This was certainly better than any of Clay's fantasies had been those frustrating years of uncertainty. Any doubt Clay had right at that moment faded as he found himself at peace with the musky male scent of Sam and by the protection his arms offered.

This was everything he needed and more, though unfortunately not Sam. Clay had to remind himself for the thousandth time that this was just an experimentation, to put an end to the uncertainty haunting him for years now. Now Clay was sure about what he really wanted, he hoped he'd find someone as comforting and sexually-fufilling as Sam in the near future.

They lay in silence for a while and Clay slowly began drifting off. The rhythm of Sam's heartbeat and the heat of his body began to lull Clay to sleep. He was almost dozing when Sam suddenly shifted, propping himself up on one elbow to peck his forehead.

“I have to go,” he said. “You've had me here for long already. I don't want you to feel stuck with me.”

Clay didn't find that thought unappealing, but he kept quiet about it. “Okay,” he said and stretched, rolling onto his back.

Sam's gaze was soft as he beamed at Clay. There was something about the sunlight shinning directly on him that made him look young in the swirling glow, his face a blend of innocence and sweetness that shot through Clay with a spike of something tender and blissful.

But then Sam grinned and the innocence in his eyes was replaced by a mischievous glint. “Don't bother walking me out; you rest that pretty arse of yours. Seems like I've wore you out, and that was only with my fingers.”

Clay flushed at the implication of Sam's words, recalling those moments with pleasure, and a tinge of excitement than shame. He pulled Sam down for a slow kiss before releasing him, gratified to see Sam's eyes darken and hear his breath quicken. Clay was learning fast. “You sure did.”

He sat up in bed and watched as Sam found his clothes and pulled them on. The perfect planes and dip of his sleek muscle was emphasized by the sunglow on him. Sam was an astonishing sight to behold.

“Do you want to get together soon?” Sam's tone was casual as he sat on the edge of the bed, pulling on his shoes as he spoke so Clay couldn't see his face. “Tuesday would be good for me.”

“Yeah... that should be okay.” Clay tried to sound equally laid-back about it but his insides were invaded by butterflies doing a happy dance. Tuesday was only four days away.

“I'll text or call you okay?” Sam leaned back and pressed a kiss briefly on his lips. “See you Tuesday okay?”

Clay watched Sam exit his bedroom and listened for the sound of his flat door slamming, then he pulled the sheets over him, trying to push down the feeling of excitement that expanded as the minutes trickled by.

Relax. This is just a bit of fun. Don't get carried away.

On Tuesday evening, Sam made good on his promises of Friday.

“God, I was to lick you just like this.” Sam's sensual tone made Clay's balls throb.

He had Clay on his stomach again with knees drawn up. Clay shivered as Sam's warm breath fanned against the hair of his ass cheeks, followed by the soft press of his lips. Clay felt so self-conscious spread out like this for Sam's inspection but his cock was swollen and aching between his things and he couldn't bite back the moan that escaped his lips when Sam's tongue ran over the sensitive skin behind his balls.

Sam spread his ass cheeks wider and Clay bit his lip, trying to relax and tamp down the squirming embarrassment that fought with his desire. Everything was so foreign, undiscovered. It felt like being sixteen again, testing and experimenting the responses of his body. But this time, everything felt right in a way that it had never been years ago — apart from the kiss he shared with the school quarterback at the changing rooms, and even at that Clay had felt irked and spent the next two years avoiding him and hating himself. Now Clay was sure he wanted this. He wanted Sam to touch him and show him how good it could be.

Sam's lip sliding up and down his ass made Clay gasp in a shaky voice. He leaned his head on his forearm, turning and twisting the sheets with his fingers. He was rigid, every muscle of his tight with tension. When Sam began to circle his hole, pressing in a little with each curl of his tongue, Clay couldn't hold himself anymore from arching back and screaming for more.

Sam's mouth made sloppy, wet noises that made Clay's earlobes tingle with pleasure and excitement. This was something he'd fantasized about for so long, wondering how it would feel to have someone do this to him. Sam groaned his appreciation too, the vibration against his ass drove Clay higher.

“Fuck, that's it babe.” Sam drew back for a moment, kissing and licking his way down to Clay's balls. “How would you like to come like this? Jerking yourself as I lick you off — yeah?“

“Oh shit! Don't you fucking stop.” Clay needed more of that tongue in his ass. It felt so amazing and he knew he couldn't stop himself when he started stroking his dick.

His fingers encircled himself, gripping and squeezing while Sam rimmed him.

“Damn! That's so good,” Clay moaned, hot waves of pleasure pooling in his cock and arse, moving his hand faster as Sam's tongue breached the muscle, swirling around the rim and pummeling him into orgasm. Clay came hard with a piercing cry, hot splashes dripping down his fingers as he stroked himself through it, ass tightening around Sam's tongue as Sam moaned along with him.

Clay slumped as the last waves of pleasure sparked and tingled through him. Sam crawled over him, covering Clay with his warm body and kissing the back of his neck. His cock prodded Clay in the balls, and then Sam shifted his hips so his cock fitted in the crack of Clay's ass, sliding over his hole which was wet with Sam's spittle. Sam's breathing was heavy in Clay's ears as he began thrusting.

“Is this okay? Like this, not inside?” Sam's voice was husky and soft.

Clay's cock jerked forward at the thought of Sam inside him, pushing and stretching him open. But he wasn't ready, not yet. “Yeah, fuck. Feels so sexy. I can feel how hard you are.”

“You're the reason why.” Sam moved faster, his breathing ragged. “Just from eating your sweet ass out. You're so gorgeous. It was so fucking hot feeling you cum on my tongue.”

Clay's face flushed at Sam's words. “You talk dirty.”

“Yeah,” Sam moved faster. “Fuck, I'm gonna come!”

Clay felt the wet heat and slippery slide of Sam's seed as he kept moving, cursing. Sam's body tensed and shook over as he finally collapsed on Clay crushing him into the mattress.

“Boy,” Clay wriggled in protest. “Need... oxygen...yeah?”

Sam laughed and rolled off him. “Sorry.”

Sam was lying on his back now beside Clay, so the latter propped himself up on an elbow to look down at him, ignoring the fact that his sheets was stained with cum. Sam grinned in satisfaction as Clay closed the distance between their lips, kissing him hard and never wishing never to let go.