A Journey (c) 2003 Alex D
"Voyages are accomplished inwardly and the most hazardous ones, needless to say, are accomplished without moving from the spot." -Henry Miller
For the grand occasion of my thirtieth birthday, my mother had planned a big party, although her idea of a party is somewhat different to mine. She'd hired the church hall, invited the "flock"- those who were still able to remember my churchgoing days- and roped my uncle into singing, as if things couldn't be worse... Then there were my friends, who were planning a "surprise" bash at a favourite nightclub in town. I was supposed to know nothing about it, but my best friend Dee, bless his stilletto heels, had blabbed everything to me one drunken night. And in my office, which so closely resembled hell with its red walls and fiery, evil supervisor, there were rumours of a cake and drinks being planned. Thirty, with only the prospect of further birthdays to look forward to, more of the same old shite. The stress of thinking about it all brought on an unwelcome bout of insomnia, and after three days of it, I was twitchy and frantic and feeling trapped.
Which is why, a day before the big event, I found myself going AWOL, impulsively packing in my job and hopping on a plane to Bangkok. As I waited for my connecting flight at Heathrow, I suddenly realised the enormity of what I had done. Wandering around the airport, bored, I bought a Lonely Planet guide and tried not to feel sick. Excitement or nerves, I couldn't work out which. My mind was racing, trying to take in what lay before me. I couldn't sit still, moving from one seat to another, walking round the duty free shops, picking at some fries from an over-priced McDonalds, returning again and again to the smoking section, longing for a smoke. Fuck it. I bought a packet and smoked three in a row, my head spinning as I gazed at the departures screen, ears buzzing with the noise of so many people hurrying around, some kids jostling at my elbow. I was still in the UK, an hour and a bit from home. Should I just go back? No one would ever know. But when they called my flight, my heart started to pound and I hopped on. As it took off, I sighed and sat back in my seat, pressing my forehead against the window while I watched London disappear below the clouds. Probably the best decision I could have made, I thought.
As I waited for the stewardesses to come round with the drinks, I felt a leg jostling against mine. "Sorry" said a voice beside me. "I hate economy class. My legs are just too bloody long."
He must have been six foot at least, this gorgeous stranger who I'd been too preoccupied to notice. His hair was honey coloured, thick and wavy, and his eyes were dark brown and smiling. There was a dimple in his right cheek, and I had an irresistable urge to touch it. I could smell him, a clean, masculine smell with a hint of aftershave. I felt the heat of his leg against mine, and swallowed. "No problem" I squeaked, barely trusting myself to look at him. He laughed, and took out a newspaper. "If you're uncomfortable, just say" he said, and started reading. I took that as my cue to busy myself with something, so I got out my guidebook and pretended to look through it. After a couple of whiskeys, I dozed off, the muted roar of the engines soothing me to a much needed sleep.
Several hours later, I started to wake up. The scent of my neighbour's aftershave filled my nostrils as I yawned and opened my eyes. With a start I realised I'd been sleeping with my head on his shoulder, not only that but the back of my hand was resting against his firm thigh. I sat up in a flash and snatched my hand back, my face burning. "Sorry" I muttered.
He laughed. "No worries, mate, at least you don't snore!"
"Are we nearly there?" I asked, rubbing my eyes.
"An hour or so" he said gloomily. "You didn't miss much. The movie was shit, as was the food. Literally, I think."
We chatted for a while. His name was Sam, originally from Sydney, Australia but now a resident of London. He was a couple of years older than me. I was tempted to ask how his thirtieth had gone, but I didn't. He was so relaxed and casual, I couldn't imagine it had got to him. Determined to make myself seem interesting, I told him I was a travel writer called Steve. Even as I was saying it, I wondered why I was telling such an outrageous lie. He looked impressed at my "career" and asked all kinds of questions. Eventually, my capacity to lie wore itself out and I turned the conversation round to him. He was an investment banker, he said. Worked in the City. Well, that impressed me, since I hadn't a clue what it meant. But he was burnt out, he said. Had enough of the pressure. That was why he was on his way to Thailand, to pick up the backpacker trail from where he had left it on his gap year all those years ago, before it was trendy to take one.
It was getting difficult to concentrate on what he was saying, as he leaned closer to talk, and his leg continued to rub against mine, the smooth skin of his forearm hot against my elbow. I could feel a familiar tingling in my groin as my cock started to wake up from its year long slumber. I felt as if I was coming out of an anaesthetic. Life was great, I realised. The doubts I had felt earlier about what I was doing had disappeared. This was fate, I thought, I was destined to meet this beautiful man.
"Where are you staying?" I blurted out, suddenly realising I hadn't a clue where I was going to go once I arrived in Bangkok, and kind of hoping for an invitation...He took the hint, laughing. "I've booked a room at a hotel near Sukhumvit" he said. "It's far from the madding crowds of backpacking twats and there's a swimming pool. Want to tag along?"
I thought I was in heaven for a moment. "Tag along? Well, sure!" I said, as if the offer had been a complete surprise. I shivered, trying to contain my excitement. The thought of Sam in swimming trunks was making me so horny I couldn't see straight and I couldn't think of anything else as the plane slowly started its descent and my ears popped painfully.
The next few hours passed in a whirl of excitement. The heat and humidity of night time in Bangkok, the mosquitoes, the taxi driver trying to rip us off ...all I could think about was getting into the bedroom. Finally, we arrived at the hotel and checked in. Sam told the woman at reception that I was his cousin. She swallowed it and started droning on about their facilities, while I tried to suppress hysterical laughter. I could feel the insomnia starting to get to me despite the brief few hours I'd managed on the plane, the first time I'd slept in almost four days. She gave us a key to a twin room. Once inside, Sam locked the door and dumped his stuff in a corner. "I'm going to take a shower" he announced, and went into the bathroom, locking the door.
I sat down on my bed. It was four in the morning, but I wasn't a bit tired. Sighing, I started leafing through my Lonely Planet again. Then the thought hit me...I'm in Thailand! And it was my birthday. In all the excitement, I had completely forgotten it. I had hit thirty and not even noticed. Which was how I'd always hoped it would be. I heard the sound of water, imagined it running down Sam's lithe, bronzed body. What I wouldn't give to be in there with him!
He came out eventually, a towel wrapped round his waist, his hair all spiky and wet. Gazing at him while his back was turned, I could see why he'd chosen to go somewhere with a pool. The classic swimmer's body, beautifully muscled, broad shoulders tapering down to a slim waist and firm butt. I could hardly wait till the morning to see him in that pool.There was a big one out back, and our balcony was in prime perving position. He yawned hugely. "I'm sorry Steve" he said. "I'm going to be a bore and crash."
"No problem" I said, trying not to sound disappointed. "Do you mind if I keep the light on for a bit?"
His eyes were already closed as his head hit the pillow. "Nah" he murmured. " 'Night." Within seconds, he was fast asleep, lying sprawled on his back, the towel sliding ever so slowly out of the loose knot that was holding it in place. Breathlessly, I watched as it slipped, slipped, slipped...and fell open, revealing his magnificent cock to me. It was long and cut, slumped thickly against his firm thigh, heavy balls nestling underneath. I stared, mesmerised with lust, hard as a rock, just longing to touch him, or smell him. But he had given no indication that he was into blokes, I reminded myself. He mightn't take too kindly to waking up and finding his cock stuffed down my throat. Taking a deep breath I got up and tiptoed past him, taking my journal and cigarettes onto the balcony and closing the door.
Outside, I lit up and inhaled deeply. It was unusual for me to suffer from insomnia, but my head was beginning to throb with all the racing thoughts of what I'd like to do to Sam, the places I wanted to go, the images of my friends at home cursing me... now I was free and jobless, all the possibilities that life held- and wasn't it grand!- I knew there was no way I'd ever get to sleep, especially not with Sam lying there practically naked a few feet away. Losing myself in my writing, I scribbled furiously, losing all track of time as the sun began to rise. I remembered someone I'd once met while travelling saying that the thing to do in Thailand was to get out of Bangkok as quickly as possible, and head south. My heart ached for a minute as I tried not to think about her. Another cigarette. For the first time in ages, I longed for a joint, just to calm me down a little bit, help me get some perspective on what was going on...
I didn't dare go back into the bedroom until I could see that Sam had turned over and was no longer exposing himself to me, by which time the sun had come up. I was hot and itchy from mosquito bites and needed a shower. I swore aloud as I stumbled into the chest of drawers, stubbing my toe on my way to the bathroom, but he didn't stir. Christ, the guy slept like the dead. Pausing for a moment, I gazed at him, lying on his front, hair all tousled and gorgeous, the mounds of his perfectly formed ass just covered by the towel he'd been wearing the night before. I swallowed and limped into the bathroom. My cock was begging for some action, but I ignored it, losing myself under the coolness of the water, trying to relax.
Momentarily forgetting I had company, I wandered into the bedroom, head buried in an enormous bath towel, rubbing at my wet hair, stark naked with a semi-hardon swinging around, thinking I needed to take a few paracetamols when I heard a chuckle. "Morning to you and the mongrel" Sam said lazily, and I could hear the smile in his voice. Removing the towel from my head I gaped at him for a second, then looked down. Oops! "It's always like that in the morning" I muttered, not bothering to cover up now he had already seen everything. I groped around in the rucksack, giving him a good look at my ass if he wanted it, although the ache in my head was such that all I could think about was getting my hands on the pills I was looking for.
"You all right mate?"
I swallowed the pills and took a long drink of water, my stomach empty and growling. "I will be" I said, lying back on the towel and putting the towel over my eyes to block out the light. "Just got a bit of a headache."
He was silent for a second. I felt awkward. I realised he had basically picked me up to share the price of the hotel. Now, I was certain, he was regretting it. Did he really want to hang around with me as well? I had readily agreed to the hotel thing, desperate for a shag, but he had fallen asleep and now I didn't know what to do. What was he up to? As the pain in my head began to fade slightly, I decided the ball was in his court.
I heard the creak of his bed as he got up, heard him fistling about in his backpack. Cautiously, I peeked out from the towel and was rewarded with a fantastic view of his ass as he bent over, rummaging around, his balls hanging down, the tight little pucker of his hole visible for a second or two as he found what he was looking for and straightened up. My cock sprang to attention again, throbbing in time with the pain in my head, so I flipped over onto my belly, watching as he pulled on a pair of Speedoes, my mouth dry. Normally I would say Speedoes are naff and unflattering, but with a body like that, Sam could have made a sackcloth and ashes look good. I repositioned the towel over my head as he turned to face me. "I'm going for a swim" he said. "Let's get breakfast after? Maybe you'll be feeling better."
Thinking of my hardon pinned against the scratchy mattress, I smirked and said OK. The minute he was out of the room I leapt up and rushed into the bathroom to sort out the "mongrel". I sat down on the toilet and gave it a few strokes, thinking of how gorgeous he looked last night when he fell asleep, the dimple in his cheek as he smiled, the view of his asshole as he bent over his rucksack. I imagined sliding my cock through that tight little ring of muscle into that hot, tight passage...closing my eyes, I got lost in the images. Just as I felt the end approaching, the bathroom door swung open. I froze, startled. It was Sam. "Seen my goggles- oh" he said, his eyes wide as they slid down my body . Well, I was caught red-handed, so to speak, so what could I do. I laughed. "Do you mind? I thought you were having a swim. Now unless you want to help..." Winking, I slid my hand up and down, slowly...thinking go on, you know you want to... He was staring at my prick, and I could see a bulge forming in his trunks. He licked his lips. "I dunno, mate" he sounded nervous. That was all I needed. I stood up, cock pointing out rigidly, and went over to him, rubbing his hardening cock through the smooth material. "Looks like you have a problem too" I whispered, and delved into the scrap of material. He closed his eyes and gasped as I found what I was looking for, closing my hand round his hot pole. His cock was magnificent. Long, thick and straight, jutting up from a nest of honey coloured curls...I sighed as I dropped to my knees and without a moments hesitation, swallowed the lot in one go, inhaling the sweet smell of the fresh sweat in his groin, working my throat muscles around him as best I could. "Holy shit" he cried. I let it slide slowly out from my throat, then my mouth. Giving it a goodbye flick of the tongue I stood up, smiling at the expression on his face. "How did you do that!"
Now he was mine, I couldn't stop grinning. "Want more?" I said slyly, pushing him gently backwards towards the bed. His face was flushed, his expression almost one of astonishment as he lay down, opening his legs so I could slide in between, determined to give him the blowjob of his life.
I began with his balls, licking the crinkly skin gently then more insistently, sucking one into my mouth and playing with it idly as I stroked his cock slowly with my hand, feeling his juices begin to flow. I left his balls and snaked my tongue up the length of his shaft, until I reached the shiny, glistening tip and tasted the sweet flavour of his precum. With delicate little licks like a cat at the cream, I lapped it up, dipping into the piss slit and then flicking the sensitive spot just on the underside of the helmet. All the smells and the tastes...and now the sounds of his quickened breathing, the slurping and the wetness... His hands descended onto my head and his long fingers raked my hair as I began, once more, to slide his cock into my throat. As I found myself once more with my nose buried in his pubes and his cock buried in my throat, the smell of his sweat almost overpowering me and making me cum there and then. He began to sigh, groaning gently, his hips beginning to move in time as I began to deepthroat him. Slyly, I slid a finger underneath his hips and into that tight little hole, and as I found the spot I sought, he gasped and grunted, his fingers tightening their grip on my head.
In no time he had lost all trace of nerves and was holding me by a fistful of hair as he fucked my face, my fingers burrowing around in his ass. He cried out as suddenly his tool pulsed inside my mouth, spraying thick, creamy cum down my throat and all over my face and chest as he bucked and spasmed. His obvious delight brought on my own orgasm, and I grabbed my dick and pumped it rapidly as it began to fire out streams of spunk all over the sheets. Watching him panting and sweaty, covered in his own cum, I sighed with satisfaction and slid up the bed beside him to kiss him on the dimple I had been dreaming about.
"That was...amazing" he puffed. "Never had that before. How d'ya do it, just practice?"
"Magic" I whispered, remembering the feeling of having a tube down my throat the last time I had my stomach pumped. If I could take that, I could take anything. But it would have been a bit of a passion killer to tell all the gory details so I kept silent.
There was a comfortable silence. Eventually he said "That was a first, you know, for me...with another bloke."
"Thought so" I said, grinning again. I remembered the first time I'd slept with another bloke, and wistfully wondered what had ever become of him. But I put the thought out of my head. After all, I had a busy day ahead.
Sam never did go swimming that day. I was insatiable, I couldn't leave his body alone. It seemed as though I had boundless energy, and after the third time I had fucked a load out of him, he gasped out "You're like a bloody machine!" I felt like some kind of sexual superhero as my chest swelled with pride. Then again, that's what a year of celibacy will do to a man.
Eventually we showered, and went out for something to eat. Breakfast, at 8pm.
Sam wanted to go to a place on the Khao San road, just to see the mate he was supposed to meet from Australia had turned up. So off we went in a tuk tuk, via a silk shop we hadn't banked on stopping at...and it was just as I expected after seeing The Beach. A narrow street, signposts crowding around ushering us to have our hair braided, or go to a Thai boxing night...shop after shop selling the same tacky souvenirs, restaurant after restaurant showing the same films and people everywhere, with braided hair and backpacks, clutching maps and guidebooks. Huge, blond Scandinavians dwarfing the small, slender Thai sellers. Noise and petrol fumes, loud music. European looking people everywhere, sitting reading or watching movies. I wondered why they bothered coming to Thailand when all they did was things they could do at home. They all looked so young and fresh-faced. I thought about how I had been on my first trip away from home, all those years ago in Israel, how I had been exactly the same as them. So much had happened since then. I wondered if I saw any of that old crowd now, if they would even recognise me.
We sat at a table near the front, to watch the world go by, so Sam could look for his friend. It was hot, but the fan wafted a gentle breeze over us. I could feel the sweat start to trickle down my spine. Casually, I talked for a bit about being in Israel, and what had happened after I got home after a year away. How difficult it had been to fit in again. After a while, I noticed Sam looking at me with an odd expression on his face. It seemed my hands were trembling. I held them out. "Got too much energy" I said. "Maybe I need more exercise." I smiled at him and stopped talking as the waiter approached us after what seemed like eons.
After we had ordered, Sam sat forward. "I thought you said you were a writer" he said. "You just told me you worked for a mobile phone company."
Oops! Caught again. Feeling my face flame, I said " Well, I do write stuff, but I was exaggerating a bit I suppose."
There was a silence. I hoped he wouldn't be angry. Why would he?
He sighed. "I suppose it's my turn to come clean as well" he said, grinning. "I never worked in the City. I know fuck all about finance to be honest."
"So what do you do?"
"I'm a...HEY!" he shouted, waving frantically at someone over my shoulder. "Greg! GREG!" He leapt off and dashed out of the restaurant and across the street. I watched him, intrigued. Maybe now was the time to tell him my real name. "Steve" was beginning to annoy me. He was hugging a little blonde bloke with a massive backpack, which was almost as big as he was. As they made their way over to where I was sitting, I noticed the wiry build of Sam's companion, and a pair of climbing shoes dangling from his backpack. At last, I thought, someone with a genuine interest in something . Not like the teenage-looking morons sitting at the table beside me, talking loudly about The Beach. Snippets of their conversation seeped into my brain as Sam introduced his mate to me. I was annoyed that they kept referring to the author as "Alex" which of course is my name, and so I was unable to escape the bullshit they were talking.
"Well, I thought it was a fantastic book" a loud, American voice was saying. " I just loved the way it juxtaposed Richard's mental deterioration with that of their little utopia."
I ground my teeth, trying not to hear it. Greg's handshake was a bonecrusher. He had a scar running from his forehead, missing out his eye and continuing down his cheek. It gave him a sinister look. His blue eyes were cool and appraising. They flicked over my own scars, and self consciously I folded my arms so he couldn't see them anymore.
Greg and Sam hadn't seen each other in three years, and obviously had a lot to talk about. Greg was telling him all about some girlfriend or other...
"...Alex really captured the essence of backpacking, you know, how we are REALLY experiencing the country, not just staying in five star hotels..."
I drummed my fingers on the table, trying to listen to Greg's story...it was impossible, I couldn't concentrate.
"... the cancer of tourism, well, he got that right!"
"Steve" Sam was saying, and it took a second before I realised he was talking to me. "Greg's heading down to Krabi to go rock climbing, what do you say we all go, it'll be a laugh."
"...I met this AMAZING guy from Australia, he said not to bother with Ko Samui 'cos it's just INFESTED with tourists..."
I shook my head. "Sounds great!" I said, grinning at Greg and hoping he hadn't noticed that I hadn't heard a word he'd been saying.
"..well, just like Alex said in The Book, even Ko Phang Nyan isn't what it was."
I lost the rag. "Oh for FUCK'S SAKE" I roared, standing up and fixing the four of them with a glare. " Alex Garland was TAKING THE PISS! Can't you see that? How backpackers think they're experiencing something? When in reality hanging out in big groups and not talking to the locals is just the same in some flea infested scuzz pit as it is in 5 star hotels?! Get a life! How much do you know about Thailand? How many Thais have you ACTUALLY spoken to? None, I bet!! Throw the bloody guidebook away and do it yourself if you want a unique experience, otherwise you're just a bloody tourist like the rest of us!"
Rant finished, I sat down again, breathing heavily. "Sorry" I said to Sam and Greg, who were staring at me, open mouthed as the four "travellers" got up hastily and left. My hands were shaking so much I had to put them under the table in case anyone saw. There was a silence.
"Anyway" Greg had obviously decided to restart the conversation despite my apparent foray into madness. "Have you been to Thailand before?"
Watching the four of them scurry off, whispering to each other and casting scared gIances over their shoulders at me, I dragged my attention back to our conversation, clenching my hands together and forcing myself to look at him. "No" I said, sitting back in the chair. Our beers arrived, and I took a huge gulp. "Last time I did any travelling was a long time ago, in the Middle East."
His eyes lit up. "Really!" he said, leaning forward. "Whereabouts? I worked on a moshav in the Israeli Negev for a while. Bloody hard work, but it was a laugh."
Turned out Greg had been there just before me. We swapped stories for a bit. Even more amazing, he remembered some of the people who'd been staying at my hostel. Small world. Still, I couldn't take to him. There was something odd going behind that cool gaze, and I got the feeling that he really didn't like me. Then he was yawning, so we left to go back to the hotel. He didn't seem surprised that Sam was sharing with me. "Bit of a reputation as a tight bugger" he said, smiling. "Well, indeed" I laughed, always one to appreciate a double entendre. Thinking about Sam's "tightness", I was horny again. Greg went off to get a shower, so I was left alone with Sam.
"Sorry about earlier" I said. "You know, with those "travellers"."
"You couldn't help it" he said cryptically, winked at me and headed upstairs. I followed him, puzzled. What on earth did he mean by that?
"I might get a shower too" he said as I closed the door behind us, looking at me hesitantly and shifting from foot to foot. "Er...fancy it?"
How sweet! He was blushing. I tore my clothes off and followed him in. It was one of those stand up ones you find abroad where there's no cubicle, the water just goes all over the place and there's a kind of a window wiper on a stalk that you use to push it down the plughole afterwards. Anyway, it was perfect, no constricting cubicle or bath. The water was cool, but after the sticky humidity of a Bangkok evening it was just what the doctor ordered. Sam let it soak his hair, head back, eyes closed. I reached for the shower gel. "Turn round" I muttered, pushing him round to face the wall, the jets of water pouring through his hair and down his beautiful body. I began by soaping his back, kneading the knots of muscle on his shoulders, following the flow of the suds down his back, slithering my hands over his hard butt, brushing a finger down his crack and hearing him gasp as I started to finger him. "Spread your legs" I ordered, thinking I sounded like some kind of policeman looking for drugs. He was taller than me, so when he spread his legs, it evened things out a bit. Removing my finger from his hot hole, I pressed my body against his, my cock sliding up and down his crack as we moved together under the cool spray, almost in slow motion. I kissed and nibbled at the nape of his neck while my hands slid lightly around his chest to play with his slippery nipples. I had never met anyone more sensitive there, and as they hardened under my fingertips I heard him moan softly. I ground my stiff prick against him a little more, feeling the head brush against his asshole and longing to fuck him bareback, not wanting to end the moment to go rooting around for a condom.
He turned to face me, his eyes dark, his knob sticking out invitingly. Reaching for the shower gel, he squeezed some into the palm of his hand and reached for me. In no time I was covered in suds, sighing as his strong, gentle hands slid over my body, ghosting over my erogenous zones (which are pretty much everywhere) and making my body so sensitive to his touch it felt as if my brain was going to explode with pleasure. I was determined to savour every moment. He was like a child in a sweet shop, much like I had been during my first gay experience. He lavished such attention on my cock and balls I thought I was going to turn inside out as I blew volleys of cum over him, my knees almost giving way. And all that from a handjob. The boy was a fast learner.
Quickly, he yanked the showerhead off and quickly rinsed both our bodies down. I could feel his hard on poking nto my leg as I draped my arms around his neck, nuzzling him dreamily. He scooped me up with little effort and without drying off, he carried me into the bedroom and laid me down. I gazed at him, my heart beating almost painfully as he searched for a condom in his washbag. Finding one, he sat down beside me. The uncertain look was back in his eyes. "Can I?" he whispered, and I knew what he wanted. "I don't normally, but...yeah" I said, startled to realise how much I really did want him to fuck me.
His hands were shaking as he pulled at the wrapper. "Let me" I said, and rolled it on. A squeeze of lube later and I was ready. I rolled on top of him and lowered my mouth to his, loving the soft feel of his lips, the flick of his tongue. His cock was hot and hard against me, and I broke the kiss, sitting up and straddling him. Looking down at his flushed face, I could feel my heart filling with something more than the red haze of lust I had been in. I knew I was falling for him, and somewhere in the depths of my feverish mind, I realised that I didn't care about controlling my feelings any more.
"Er..." he began, "How..." I placed a finger against his lips, not wanting to spoil it with details. My insides were crying out to be filled with his amazing pole. I wanted to be pounded into oblivion, no soft gentle lovemaking for me in the mood I was in. "Sit up" I whispered, and lay down on my back beside him, opening my legs so he could slide in. Slowly, he pulled my ass towards him, pushing my legs up and exposing me entirely. I felt the heat of his cock pressing against my hole and shuddered. His eyes were almost black as he looked intently into mine...then slowly and deliciously, he began to push his way inside.
It was incredible, the feeling of being filled to the brim with this gorgeous man, his cock was hot and thick inside me and I closed my eyes, losing the ability to form a coherent thought as my body's needs took over. "Just fuck me" I muttered through gritted teeth, wrapping my legs round him in preparation. He began to move his hips, and a grunt escaped his lips as he clasped my waist more tightly. Faster and faster he moved, until we were rutting like animals, I was bracing myself against the wall with my arms as the relentless pounding forced gasps and groans of pleasure from the depths of my soul. Sweat was pouring off me and Sam's skin was slippy against mine as we fucked to a crescendo of moans. Suddenly he cried out and was dumping his load inside me, into the condom, hips jerking that hot tool deeper inside me...I reached down and after a few vicious thrusts through my closed fist, I came hard, spunk pumping out in watery bursts, all over my chest, all over Sam. For a few seconds we remained locked together, then he slid out of me and collapsed, gasping. I snuggled up against him, finally, after so many sleepless days, feeling tired.
"You're amazing" he whispered against my hair, stroking it softly. "I never thought it'd be like this."
I knew what he meant. It was as if nothing else mattered except that I was with him, lying next to the heat of his incredible body. Ah, I thought as I drifted off, losing my heart all over again.
I barely heard the footsteps softly thudding away from our door.