Fields of Gold Part Two - Continued
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Fields of Gold
Part Two Continued
I was limping down the steps when the front door swung open and Sam stepped in. I stopped when he saw me and our eyes locked as he pushed the door shut behind him and leaned back against it. His hair was tied back, and he was wearing a white t-shirt and faded jeans. He looked beautiful to me, standing there in the dim light of the entryway, black eyes watching me from his dark, somber face. I could see every day of the past two weeks in the shadows under his eyes and the lines around his mouth, and I could tell by the way he looked at me that he could see the same.
“There’s something I need to know.”
Sam nodded as if he knew what I was going to ask him. “The rope marks?” he said. I nodded. “I haven’t seen him in five years. After I met you, I knew I had to get away from him. It just took me a while.”
I went down the last couple steps, and crossed the hall to him, reaching up a hand to run the tips of my fingers down his cheek. His jaw clenched as he tipped his face into my hand, and his eyes never left mine. The feel of him was achingly familiar. His hands, his mouth, his cock had taken me past the point of reason too many times to count. Those amazing eyes had watched me through the orgasms, tears, laughter, and despair of the last eight years. And through it all they had watched me with love and acceptance. I knew what I wanted.
"Sam, I love you. I need you. I want us to make a life together." I gave his words back to him, putting my heart into it. "If you'll have me."
My voice cracked at the end, and with a harsh groan of longing, he reached for me. He fisted one hand in my hair, and the other in the back of my shirt, crushing me against his chest. His arms were trembling, his breath was quick and shallow, and I realized he was struggling not to cry. After two weeks without him, I tried to absorb him into me his smell, the heat of his skin, the hard muscles of his back knotted tight with holding me. Without another word, he turned us around, crossed the hall, and took us up the stairs to my room.
He stopped by the bed to kiss me. His lips barely touched mine, a kiss of tenderness, of apology. As we undressed each other, I suddenly felt shy with him, as though it was our first time. He felt it too, because he paused with his hand on my zipper, blew out a breath, and muttered, “Fuck, I don't believe this. I’m nervous.”
But that didn’t stop us, and when we were finally naked, Sam wrapped an arm around my chest from the side and dragged me down to the bed, climbing onto me as we landed. The dark swing of his hair brushed my face as he reached back and pulled the string loose. He’d never done that before, and when I looked up at him, he was smiling. He made love to me like we’ve done hundreds of times, but it was different somehow. Maybe everyone who falls in love for the first time really in love feels like this, but it was new for us.
We kissed for a long time, nuzzling, smiling into each other’s eyes, and when he left my mouth, he went straight to my cock, taking me deep in his throat and humming. But I sat up, pulled him off me, and pushed a bottle of lube into his hand. “I need you in me now.”
I stroked him until he was hard and slick, then lay back and lifted my knees. I was so wound up emotionally that I began to cry as soon as he entered me, and by the time he was buried in me, I was sobbing quietly. He ignored my tears and began to stroke slowly, using his entire cock, so that it seemed like one endless motion, and it calmed me, as he knew it would.
He watched me the whole time, running his hands over me, shifting his position slightly now and then to give me the most pleasure. Sam has incredible finesse, and he used every bit of it on me, touching me constantly, kissing me deeply. Even as his body convulsed in a powerful orgasm, he kept his eyes on mine, and I watched the anguish of intense pleasure contort his face as he climaxed.
When he was finished, he spread his knees a little more and angled himself to hit my prostate with each thrust, my erection firmly in his hand. It didn’t take long, and when I had shuddered myself empty, I began to cry again. Sam withdrew and lay beside me, pulling me over so we were face to face.
“I love you, Dean. And I didn't know how fucking much I needed you until you weren't there,” he said quietly, wiping a tear from my face with a gentle finger. “I don’t ever want to feel like that again. It was awful.”
“I know. Sam, I am in love with you." I searched his face. “Move in here. Come live with me.”
“Jesus." He rolled away and lay looking at the ceiling for several moments. When he turned back to me, his face was tight with emotion. "I need you to be sure. Really sure, because I couldn't take it if you changed your mind.”
“It's been eight years. I'm sure. Really sure.” I shook him a little. “I love you, you love me. Move in. Tomorrow. Well, Saturday.”
He stared into my face, his glowing eyes roaming across my features. I don’t know what he saw there, but he finally smiled at me, a big, happy grin that lit up his face and put his rarely seen dimples on display. “Okay.”
I rolled onto him and covered him in kisses until he was laughing, then touched the tip of my nose to his and whispered, “I love you, Sam” against his mouth.
“I know you do,” he whispered back, nuzzling into me. “Me, too.”
“I hate to think of all the years we wasted.”
He hugged me. “We didn’t waste them. We became friends, good friends. It’s the best thing that could have happened to us. We know each other, Dean. This is just the next step.”
I hated to ask, but I had to know. "Would you ever have called me?"
He lay back again with his eyes closed. "I didn't need to. I knew you'd call. I simply refused to believe that it would work out any other way." He was quiet for a moment, and then turned to me, his expression drawn with the stress of the past two weeks. "I was fucking scared to death. Every day that went by seemed like you were choosing him." He looked away, and I knew it would take us some time to get by this. "Go to sleep. We'll talk more in the morning."
I slid partially off him, and we drifted into sleep, my arm and leg draped over him, holding him close to me. It was a few minutes after five the next morning when I felt him stretch behind me. “Did you sleep with him?” he murmured.
“Yeah, once. Before you and I talked.” I rolled to face him. “He was a virgin. Well, not totally, but he’d never fucked.”
“Fucked, or been fucked?”
“Exactly what I asked him. Neither.”
“Did you do the honors?”
“Yeah, I fucked him. I wasn’t gonna let him near me till he calmed down some. I don’t think he has much control yet. He’s 27, but he’s only been with a few guys.”
“What are you gonna do?”
I sighed. “I'll see him tonight and tell him about us. But I wasn't going to sleep with him, no matter what happened with us last night.”
He nodded. “Good. I wouldn’t ask you not to, but I’m glad." He was quiet for a moment. "We need to talk about this. I’m okay with us playing around, but I want to do it as a couple, and with guys we already know.”
“Yeah? Are you sure?”
“Yes. I thought about it a lot while we were apart. You’ve been my primary partner for the past 6 or 7 years, and I think, maybe, that I’ve been yours?” He raised an eyebrow at me, and I nodded, smiling. “Us being a couple doesn’t suddenly make me feel like I need to keep you all to myself. And I don’t feel that our friends are a threat to us.”
I thought about that for a minute, and then nodded. “I agree. God, I’m so happy.”
He chuckled and kissed me. “Yeah, me too. We’re gonna be good together. Shit, we already are good together. So are we okay on Sky?”
“Yeah. He’s been screwing around with Cas and Adam. I need some time alone with you. Weeks, maybe.” We smiled at each other. “But after you settle in here, you need to meet him. He needs to play around more. Maybe with us, if you’re ok with that. You could teach him a lot.”
“Let’s have him over and see how it goes.”
We made love again, still all caught up in the emotional whirlwind of last night. I took the initiative and pushed him onto his back, kneeling between his legs, licking my way down his chest, sucking his nipples gently, nibbling the soft skin of his belly. By the time I reached his cock, he was hard and dripping, and I had to work at delaying his orgasm. As I ran my tongue up to the tip of his penis one time, I noticed him watching my every move, his expression full of love and desire, a potent combination that I’d never seen from him before. When he came, I kept him in my mouth, swallowing as he pumped into me. I don’t do that often, but I knew he liked it and I wanted to please him. When he was finished, he pulled me up to him and plunged his tongue into my mouth, tasting himself in me and moaning a little.
He took the lube with him when we exchanged positions, and soon had two fingers in me, moving them gently but steadily as his other hand made twisting strokes on my cock. When I’m tired or distracted, this combination will get my attention, and I didn’t last five minutes. He jerked me quickly as I came and I thought my balls were gonna explode. The first load blasted me in the chin, surprising me, since I almost never shoot that far. The second one landed in the middle of my chest, and Sam started to laugh.
“Felt good, huh?” he said, grinning at me. The rest gushed out over his hand in my usual style.
We showered and talked about bringing his stuff over on Saturday. We'd use the horse van, and James’s and Ernesto’s muscles. I needed to call our friends and tell them about us, but we decided to do that after I’d talked with Sky tonight. We did tell Maria when we went down to breakfast, and she was thrilled for us.
“Finally!” she said, clapping her hands together in delight, then hugging us. “I knew it years ago and prayed that you would see before it was too late.”
We all beamed at each other, then I walked Sam to his car. It took us at least 10 minutes to say goodbye hugging, kissing, thinking of one more thing we had to say. We finally tore ourselves apart; he headed off for one of the restaurants, and I rode Xia slowly to Castlewood, thinking about what I’d say to Sky that night. I didn’t want to hurt him, but that was going to happen whether I wanted it to or not. I just hoped he’d still want to be friends, and that he would fit into our little group. He needed the emotional support we could provide, and the experience of friendly sex with men who cared for him.
Sky showed up at 6:30, and I got right to the point. "Sam and I have been in love for years, but we each thought the other didn’t want a committed relationship. Now that we've had a chance to think about it and talk more, we've decided that we want to be together. Partners.” It sounded good to say it out loud. Sky just sat there staring at the floor. “He’s moving in here in Saturday. We need some time together to sort things out between us, but we’ve already decided that we’ll continue to play around, we’ll just do it as a couple.”
Sky turned raised eyebrows to me. “Really? You don’t mind sharing him?”
“Well, we’re not gonna go out and just grab strangers off the street. I love my friends, and Sam has slept with most of them already. It never hurt our friendship, and it won’t affect our partnership. They’re ‘in addition to,' not ‘instead of,' if that makes any sense.”
I gave his arm a tug and he relaxed against me. “Yeah, I guess, but it still seems sorta weird.”
“It’ll seem a lot more normal after you’re part of it. You're having a good time with Cas and Adam, right?”
"Yeah . . . " He glanced at me. “You want me to fool around with you and Sam?”
“Maybe. You need to meet him, and we all need to get comfortable with each other. You may hit it off with someone else and not want anything to do with me.”
He gave me a disbelieving look. “Yeah, right. I’m still crazy about you.” We kissed a little bit, talked some more and he left looking a little downhearted, but willing to give things a try.
The next day was Friday and I worked my ass off tuning up four horses for a show the next day. Sam was in the kitchen when I got home, putting the finishing touches on a big salad. I paused when I came in the back door, watching the muscles move in his arm as he chopped tomatoes, thinking that, starting now, I'd come home to him every night for the rest of my life. That was an amazing realization, and I heaved a happy sigh. His head came up as he realized I was there. He turned slowly, and we looked at each other across the kitchen as great big smiles spread slowly across our faces.
“Hey, Sexy.”
He’d never used any terms of endearment with me in the 8 years I'd known him, and the sound of it gave me a physical rush that fluttered low in my stomach and made my knees weak. He came around the island where I met him halfway, grabbing him into a huge hug and lifting his feet off the floor as I burrowed into his neck.
“Christ, put me down.,” he grumbled, but he was grinning like an idiot and I knew he was as thrilled to see me as I was to see him. It had been two whole days. He pulled lasagna out of the oven and we ate on the patio, enjoying the breeze and watching the sun go down. We didn’t talk much over dinner. We were so comfortable together, holding hands when we were finished eating, leaning over to kiss now and then. When the bugs came out, we wandered down to the hot tub, undressing each other slowly and bobbing around in the hot bubbles, enjoying knowing we’d be going to bed soon. When I started to lift myself out, my shoulder protested all the riding and gave out. I slid back down in the water with a sharp cry that had Sam at my side instantly.
“What’s the matter?”
“Aaahhh, shit! My damn shoulder.” He pulled me out of the tub by my good arm and dried me off. By the time we got to the house, it felt better, but only if I didn’t use it much. He refused to touch me until I promised him I’d make an appointment with a joint guy he knew in the city. Since I’m usually on my back when he fucks me anyway, it didn’t slow us down much. He was a little rough with me, and I felt as though he was marking his territory, wanting to leave me sore so I’d know he’d had me.
He braced himself on his arms and pushed up off his knees, using the strength of his legs to drive into me. It worked. I was shaky and sweating by the time he let me come, and I almost passed out. He grabbed my face in a hard hand and forced me look at him as he took me to one of the strongest orgasms I’ve ever had. It almost hurt, and he watched every gasp and cry with those intense eyes, then kissed me sweetly and held me until I quit trembling.
“What the hell was that?” I asked him when I could breathe normally.
“That was living together, we’re a couple, I love you so fucking much, partner sex.” He planted a noisy smack on my cheek.
“Yeah? Well, you can just bury me now cause I won’t live long if you do that to me every time.”
He chuckled. “Sorry, Baby. I really missed you." He nuzzled into my neck, chewing on my earlobe. "Did I hurt you?”
“Not permanently,” I huffed, as he snorted. “I missed you, too. I love you.”
He pulled back to look me in the face, running his hand down my cheek, brushing his thumb across my bottom lip. “I know you do. I’m starting to believe that Wednesday wasn’t a dream. We’re gonna do this, huh?”
I smiled at him, sucking on his thumb for a moment. “Yeah, we are. Scared?”
“No.” He shook his head slowly, watching me. “I’ve been waiting for this for years. I never quit believing it would happen.” He eyes roamed over my face for another long moment, then he lay down and pulled me close.
The next morning we moved Sam’s things into the house using the small horse van and James and Ernesto. They were the first to know about us, and I thought James was going to burst into tears. He’s known me a long time, 13 years, and he's been with me through all my highs and lows once I started riding nationally. They stayed around to play in the pool while Sam and I began merging our lives, hanging up clothes, unpacking his pots and pans and knives. He said if he was going to be cooking here, he needed decent equipment. He had gadgets I’d never seen before and didn’t have any idea what they did. I suppose it would be the same if he walked into the tack room at Castlewood and looked at all the devices we use in modern horse care.
After he went down to the kitchen, I walked into his closet, running my hand down the sleeve of a shirt, burying my nose in it, feeling him becoming part of my home, a more intimate part of my life. I looked around the room, seeing him in it already; a book he was reading lay on the table on his side of the bed, and his good watch and a couple other pieces of jewelry were in a jumble on his dresser. I walked over and picked up a necklace I had given him for Christmas the first year I’d known him, pouring it through my fingers. It was gold and heavy, the links intricate, and he wore it often.
I glanced up to see him watching me from the door. His face was somber, in shadow, his eyes dark, and I couldn’t read his expression. I put the chain down and turned to him, wondering what he was thinking. He looked at me for a long, still moment before he spoke.
“I promise…” He stopped and licked his lips, then swallowed, and spoke very deliberately. “I promise that you will never regret loving me.”
I don’t know what I thought he was going to say, but his words shattered me. I felt my face begin to crumble, and ground my teeth together. He deserved better than tears. I stayed by the dresser, watching him until I could speak. Even then my voice was not quite steady. “And I promise that I will love you as fully as you deserve."
We looked at each other as our words hung in the quiet room. They sounded like vows to me, and it was then that I felt my first real sense of us as a couple, that I was no longer just one man against the world. Vincent had committed himself to me, and I made another vow then, a silent one, that I would never forget how close we had come to losing each other. I would always treat our relationship with the care and importance that something so rare and special deserved. I studied his face carefully, memorizing the moment.
“I’m so glad you’re here.” He came to me then and we held each other, rocking a little, content in the knowledge of how good this was and how lucky we were.
After we ate lunch by the pool, James and Ernesto took the van back to the barn. Sam and I looked at each other with raised eyebrows. Nothing to do and all day to do it. We had our clothes off in an instant, and spent the afternoon swimming, reading, and lying in the sun. I was on my back, almost asleep, when I felt the cushion sag under Sam’s weight. He lowered himself onto me, laying his half-erect cock on my belly, and I could feel the soft weight of his balls settling between my thighs.
We kissed for a long time, growing hard, moving against each other a little, until Sam lifted himself from my chest slightly, and began to glide his erection through the smooth friction of our precum-slippery groins. We shifted around a bit till we got the angle just right, then he started to thrust in long fast strokes, dragging his cock next to mine, the heads bumping, the sensitive undersides stroked by the tight muscles of our stomachs. He worked at it, head hanging between his braced arms, breathing hard, dripping sweat onto my chest. I gripped his forearms and moved opposite him, straining against his body until we both started to come. Then he slowed his movements and stroked leisurely while we rolled through our orgasms, grunting softly with each contraction, squishy little noises from our cum-covered stomachs making us smile at each other. He slid off me, and we dozed until hunger woke us, showering quickly and raiding the kitchen to haul it all in front of the TV in the den.
Sam knew every inch of my house already, so it barely felt different to have him there full time. What was different was knowing that he would be there. That we would wake up, fall asleep, cook, eat, have sex every day, together. We secluded ourselves the next two weeks, telling our friends only that I was busy, and inviting everyone to a pool party the Saturday after next. I saw Sky at the barn a couple times, greeting him with affection and cornering him in the men’s room one time for a big wet kiss, making him promise to come to the party. Zane waggled his eyebrows at me and I grinned back, so I think he knew how things had worked out. I saw the joint doctor who gave me some exercises to help break up the scar tissue in my shoulder that had built up over the years. Sam was like the Gym Police, making sure I did them every day, and slowly it began to feel better.
Sam and I talked a lot during that time, learning more about our pasts, sharing little bits of things about ourselves. I confided that I still jerked off over a picture of him from four years ago dressed as a pirate for Halloween. He made me show him the picture, a little crinkled around the edges from me clutching it in the throes of orgasm. He has a patch over one eye, a bright scarf around his head, and he’s leering at the camera, his dark chest bare, tight pants revealing the bulge of his cock and balls.
When he stopped laughing, he told me the fantasy he’d had after watching me ride for the first time. I had been schooling one of Abby’s big Thoroughbreds, posting to the trot as we circled the arena. He imagined sitting on the saddle behind me, his cock inside me, me bouncing merrily up and down on him as we trotted around. When I told him that might actually be possible, his eyebrows shot up to his hairline and he grinned at me.
Maria fed us like kings, so we started getting up a little earlier and going for a run through the estates. At first it was tough to get a good run in. The first morning Sam dragged me behind the gardener’s shed at the back of the development and ravished me on a pile of sod. The second morning it was up in the tree house we found at the edge of the piney woods, with the rising sun seeping in through the branches. The third morning I sucked him off quickly before we got out of bed and we made it the whole way around without incident.
We ate in every night those two weeks, viewing it as a honeymoon of sorts, and we weren’t interested in anyone else’s company. Maria left us something most nights, and Sam cooked a few times. We read, watched TV, played cards, the usual evening pursuits, and it was so comfortable that it was difficult to believe that neither of us had ever lived with a lover before.
One morning I woke before him. He had kicked off the sheet and was sprawled on his back, his soft penis curled into its nest of short dark hair. I wrapped my fingers gently around it, and the feel of its fragile warmth in my hand brought a flood of emotion that tightened my throat. I looked at Sam's peaceful sleeping face, and wanted desperately to somehow keep him from life's inevitable hurts and disappointments. I knew that was impossible and unrealistic, but it didn't lessen the urge to want to hold him close and keep him safe.
He stirred a little, and I began a rhythmic squeezing with my hand. By the third one, his cock was coming gloriously alive. I was mesmerized by the sight of it swelling and lengthening in my hand. Usually, by the time we got naked with each other, it was upright and ready, so it wasn't often that I got to enjoy the process. When his cock was fully erect and twitching in my grip, I glanced up at him. He was watching me through narrowed eyes. "You better have plans for that," he growled in his deep, gravelly morning voice that made me shiver with desire.
Oh, I had plans alright.
We made love often every morning, either in bed or out on the trail somewhere (turns out we both love morning sex, something we hadn’t known about each other until we were together every morning), and again at night. We also both loved fucking somewhere other than the bedroom, and during those two weeks he burned dinner while taking me over the kitchen table, damn near drowned us both in the pool, and seduced me under a full moon on a blanket in the pasture with Xia grazing nearby. Not to mention our morning adventures while jogging. We were very happy, and those two weeks bonded our partnership like nothing else could have. We emerged two halves of a whole, a strong couple, loving, trusting, in tune with each other in ways I’d seen in only a few other relationships.
Pool party Saturday dawned clear and hot perfect for a day of playing with friends. Cas and Adam were cavorting in the water naked when James and Ernesto arrived. I sent them out to the pool, and was heading back to the kitchen when I saw Sky’s Explorer turn in the lane. I alerted Sam, and walked out to meet him. We hugged and kissed when he got out of the truck, and I walked him to the door with my hand on the back of his neck. I knew he was nervous, and when he saw Sam smiling at him from the doorway, he stopped for a moment, took a deep breath, then marched up to him. Sam shook his hand, running his free hand up and down Sky's upper arm, then led the way to the kitchen.
Cas chose that moment to come bouncing in the door for more chips, his cock flopping from thigh to thigh. When he spotted Sky, he stopped dead, grinned like a fool and kissed him, a wet sloppy smack. Sky had been with them a couple more times since the night we went there together, and they were getting to be a regular threesome. Sky kissed him back, and smiled at Cas’s ass as he trotted back out to the pool. Zane and Chris arrived, greeting us all with hugs and kisses, Sky included, and he returned the kisses with enthusiasm, eyeing Chris with interest.
Soon everyone was naked in the pool except Sky and Sam, who went to where Sky was sitting and straddled the bench behind him, reaching down to pull Sky's t-shirt off. Sam rubbed sunscreen onto his back, and I could see Sky relax under his hands; Sam’s tongue isn’t the only thing that’s magic. When Sam moved to his chest, he pulled Sky back against him and I could see them talking. After a few moments, they stood up and Sam’s thumbs hooked into Sky’s shorts, hauling them down those long tan legs. When he bit Sky on the ass, Sky jumped a foot, then laughed and leaped into the pool with the rest of us. I smiled a 'thanks' at Sam, who stripped and cornered me in the pool for a deep, wet kiss, groping me lustfully
We grilled steaks, sausage, corn and veggies as evening fell, sitting around the pool in various groups as we got up to get more food and sat back down somewhere else. Somehow the conversation got around to blow job techniques. Zane was so adamant that Chris was the deep throat queen, we decided on a contest to settle the matter. We looked at the sausages, but they were way too small, so we started looking at each other. Most of us had been with one other over the years so we were familiar with the available equipment in its aroused state. Sky was a bit of a wild card, but three of us had seen his cock hard, so we took that into consideration.
Finally, we settled on me as being the longest at about 9”, not as thick as Sam or Chris, but deep throating is all about length, so I was ‘it.’ The rules were simple whoever could get my cock the furthest down his throat in three tries, won. I was ceremoniously laid out on a chaise with a cold beer, and Sam got me marble hard with his hand and mouth, causing several erections, and a few empathetic moans as I writhed under Sam’s sensual touch.
Cas waved his hand to go first, and everyone gathered around to witness his attempt. He ended up about an inch from my belly, gagged, and backed away to make room for the next contestant. Adam, James, Zane, and Ernesto didn’t get quite that far, shaking their heads and vowing to practice more. We all giggled, but sobered up quickly when Chris stepped up to me, leaned over and buried his nose in my bush on the first go. I came off the chaise with a gasp and grabbed his head, holding him there for a second. Does anything feel as good as having your cock buried deep in a hot guy’s throat? Well, yeah, actually, but this is a close second.
I crossed my eyes and flopped back, gathering my control for the last two contestants. Sky was looking anxiously between me and Sam. We hadn’t announced our partnership yet, but he was well aware that he was about to wrap his lips around a cock that belonged to Sam, and he was having second thoughts. Sam finally teased him into it, and he rested his hand on my leg, squeezing a little as he leaned over me. As his lips parted, I held my breath. I was still very attracted to him and wasn’t sure how I was going to react to this. Sam seemed to sense my unease and grabbed my hand, holding tight as Sky inhaled me until his lips were pressed tight to the base of my penis, beating Chris by a nose. Everyone cheered as he slid his mouth back up me, giving the leaking slit of my cock a flick as he sat back with a satisfied smile.
Sam eyed him for a moment, and as I looked up at him, it hit me why he was going last. He planned to win and use the ensuing celebration to announce us as a couple. But how could he beat Sky? Ha, what did I know? He grabbed my cock in one hand, stroking me until my eyes crossed and I was purple and straining at the seams, getting another half inch out of me. He cupped my balls in his other hand as he worked his mouth down my cock, pausing occasionally to whet the audience’s anticipation, stopping when his lips meet my belly, a tie with Sky. But he wasn’t finished. One by one, he gently pushed my balls into his cheek, dragging groans from everyone's throat but his own, it being filled with me.
He rolled his eyes at me, and then pulled up a little, letting my balls slide out of his mouth. He started working on my cock with his tongue and I tried to shove him away, wondering what the hell he was doing. He moved up and down on me, root to crown, and silence fell as our friends realized what was happening. Never one to miss an opportunity, Cas immediately sat down next to me and started stroking his cock, moaning quietly and watching us intently. One by one the others joined him, transfixed by the sight of Sam sucking me with those long, deep pulls. I came on the ninth one, crying out, and twisting away from Sam’s strong suction. He stayed on me, pumping me with his hand, keeping the head of my cock in his mouth for the first couple shots. Then he lifted off and let the rest pulse out onto his hand, dribbling down his fingers.
The guys unloaded then, either onto me or each other. Sky stood near my hip, eyes closed, pulling gently on his cock, milking every last drop. God, he was hot. I watched him until he opened his eyes to mine, smiling at him. He returned the smile and came to me when I held out my hand, pulling him down and kissing him deeply. Sam put his hand on the back of Sky’s neck and when our kiss broke, he turned Sky to him and chased my kiss with his own. I could see him respond to the skill of Sky’s mouth; he tilted his head and leaned into Sky, deepening the kiss. When they pulled apart, they looked at each other for a few seconds, and I knew Sky would be coming to bed with us tonight.
Sam stood, pulling me up with him, and threw an arm around my shoulders. I looked around at my circle of friends, watching us in the twilight. “Sam and I finally realized we’re in love, after all these years. He moved in a couple weeks ago.” We waited through the hugs and kisses, accepting congratulations, grinning at each other. “And, and, we’re going to play as a couple, so don’t cross us off your social calendar.” That was greeted with cheers and a few friendly gropes. As I mentioned earlier, Sam was a favorite bed partner.
We all jumped in the pool to wash off, played volleyball for a while, ate again, and finally started winding down. James and Ernesto left for home since they had to feed thirty-two horses the next morning. Zane and Chris headed for the cabana, while Cas and Adam followed Sam, Sky, and I to the house. At the top of the stairs, they broke left to the far guest room, and Sam grabbed Sky by the wrist, bringing him with us. We showered to get the chlorine off, drying each other half heartedly, and then fell into bed, me in the middle with Sam’s ass in my crotch, and Sky draped over me from behind. He had a hard-on going that I thought we might have to do something about, but he settled down and fell asleep without too much wiggling.
We woke up as the sun was rising over the pasture, rotated through the toilet and sink, then headed back to bed. I lay on my back with my hands behind my head; Sky and Sam were propped on either side of me. Sam’s hand wandered over me, tugging at golden tufts of hair in my crotch, swirling a finger around my nipple, licking the soft curve of my side. Sky watched him, but didn’t touch me until Sam leaned across to kiss him, playing in his mouth while gradually moving back, bringing Sky with him. Finally Sky had to put a hand on me or fall over, and he ended up holding my far hipbone, his forearm lying low across my belly, just brushing my soft dick. I pushed up into him a little, smiling as the warmth and pressure of his arm stiffened me. He broke the kiss and glanced down, then took me in his hand, stroking gently.
“I hear Dean took care of you the other night,” Sam said with a smile.
He blushed. “Yeah. It was . . . good.”
I raised my head and glared at him. "Good? It was just 'good'?"
He laughed. "Okay, okay, it was amazing, all right? Awesome."
“Wanna try it from the other side?” Sky and I looked at Sam. “You don’t mind, do you, Baby?” he said, raising an eyebrow at me.
I rolled my eyes. “Oh, well, if I have to.”
“Okay, we’ll do this together,” he said to Sky, crawling between my legs, and pulling Sky around beside him. “Lube us all real good.”
Sky went to work, doing himself first, then Sam’s twitching erection, finally sliding a warm hand down from my balls to rub a cautious finger around my pucker. “Push it in,” Sam instructed, shoving my knee back so he could watch Sky’s progress. I groaned as Sky’s big, blunt middle finger pushed into me. “All the way.”
Sky’s face was a study in concentration as he watched his finger disappear, glancing up at me when he was in. I groaned, and arched back a little as he sunk in. Love those knuckles.
Sam had been screwing me at least once a day for the past two weeks, so I didn’t need all the prep work he ran Sky through, but it felt great and Sky needed to learn in case he topped someone less experienced than me. By the time he had three fingers in me, Sky was shaking worse than I was and had to stop. Sam passed the time playing with Sky's ass, slipping just the tip of his finger in and when Sky had recovered sufficiently, Sam stroked him firmly several times, making Sky gasp, and bringing him fully erect. Then he nodded at me and I grabbed my knees, spreading myself for Sky.
“Move up a little, spread your knees," Sam instructed. "Hang onto your dick right below the head and push into him. Don’t put too much effort into it cause you only want to go in to here,” he instructed, giving Sky’s cock a squeeze. Sky took a deep breath, and as I felt him press against me, I pushed slightly and in he went. He let out a quavery moan and closed his eyes tight. I smiled at Sam, remembering our first time.
“All the way now, slowly,” Sam encouraged him, and Sky slid tentatively into me, breathing hard through his mouth at the tight grip of my ass around his lurching cock. When he was buried in me, he stopped and fell forward onto braced arms, hanging over me.
“Jesus! I had no (moan) . . . fucking (pant) . . . idea (grunt).”
He hung there for a few moments, then began to slide slowly out of me, a tight grimace on his face. When he sank back in, his features relaxed and his mouth fell open as a long 'ahhhhhhhh' sighed out of him. He picked up the pace and came in just a few minutes, groaning loudly with each pulse.
When he was finished, Sam claimed me, impatiently shoving his way in, rock hard from having watched Sky come in me. Sky’s eyes were glued to where Sam’s cock moved in and out of my body. Sam began thrusting quickly, and I knew we wouldn't last long, so I started stroking myself, watching Sam’s face as he pumped into me. When he began to climax, he opened his mouth in a silent grimace, each spasm jerking him hard inside me. I got myself off a couple strokes after him, and for a full minute all you could hear were grunts and groans as we emptied ourselves.
“Ahhhh. God.” Sky collapsed on his back, one hand spread across his chest, his mostly hard dick still twitching on his belly. We lay there for a while, getting our breath back. “That was unreal. I’m a top. For sure.” He looked quickly at me. “Not that I didn’t enjoy the other night, but this was way better. What a feeling!”
“You think so, huh? You haven’t been fucked by Sam yet. I’m a novice compared to him.”
“Well, hardly,” Sam snorted. “You do me just fine.”
“Yeah, but you’re more experienced than I am, and have better control. It makes a difference. I know. I’ve been fucked by guys like me.”
Sky was listening with interest. “Okay. If you want to,” he added quickly, glancing at Sam.
I could see Sam was interested. His cock was already perking back up, but he looked at me and my heart gave a little twist. He wanted to, I knew that. What I suddenly wasn't so sure about was whether I could say okay. Sam watched me carefully, his eyes locked on mine, and then he cupped my face in his hand and ran his thumb lightly over my mouth. "I love you."
That was all I needed. I knew he did, I knew we were stronger together than I gave us credit for, but sometimes I still needed to hear it.
Fields of Gold Part Three
A/N If you are enjoying the story and would like to read more please comment. Thanks DDD
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