Sam :)

When Sam had said we should cuddle sometime, I’d kinda assumed we were just joking. When he’d sent me his email, and then when he sent me his address I’d still expected that at some point one of us would make up some excuse to cancel, to not go through with it. I fidgeted nervously with my shirt for half a minute or so before finally knocking on the door, unable to bring myself to bail on the last second, although still sure that you hadn’t ever really intended for me to drag myself all this way.

 

I didn’t really know what I’d expected from Sam – he hadn’t sent any pictures – and so when he opened the door I was ready for the worst, some kind of creepy neckbeard, but he seemed incredibly normal. He was a little bigger than me, a few inches taller and a little broader across the chest. It’s worth saying now that I’m not gay, and don’t have the best read on how attractive men are, but his smile seemed unbearably cute. He grinned in a shy kind of way; as if he was also a little embarrassed and surprised that I’d turned up in the end.

 

We said Hi to each other, and he kind of led me inside. I didn’t really know how to broach the subject, the reason I was there. How do you tell another man, whose house you just entered, that it’s time to go cuddle? That’s not a situation I’ve ever had to deal with before. Fortunately Sam seemed to sense my nervousness and reached out to take my hand. I let him slip his fingers between mine and closed my hand around his, then walked with him as he gently led me into his bedroom.

 

It was hard to focus on anything but his warm hand in mine and the butterflies in my stomach at that point, so I can’t really describe his house, all I know is he led me to a single bed and pulled back the covers, gesturing for me to get in with his free hand. This really was the last moment to back out, but somehow it seemed much ruder and much, much more embarrassing to back out at this stage. I climbed gingerly into his bed and felt him climb in behind me. He snuggled his body up against mine, pulling the covers over us.

 

Things fell silent for a while, and to break the tension and reached back and slipped my hand into his again, pulling his arm around me tight into my chest, holding him against me. We chatted sporadically for a few minutes; mostly I tried to encourage him to talk because despite our physical intimacy I still felt too shy to really say much. The pauses didn’t bother me – I was content to fell his warm body wrapped around mine, his arm pressing me tight against him and his breath tickling the back of my neck – but I was concerned that I was boring him, that I could never hold the interest of this lovely, adorable stranger.

 

I lay there with him for what felt like a long time, although I have no notion of how long it actually was, until it became uncomfortably warm. I pulled away from Sam slightly, dropping his hand. Sliding my torso away from him slightly, to get room for manoeuvre on a bed not built for two, I caught a glimpse at his expression. He seemed a little confused, seemingly contemplating whether my move away from him was caused by some mistake by him. I smiled as reassuringly as I could and told him “Sorry, just a little hot.” He grinned lewdly and I blushed – God he was so dirty! – but proceeded to pull my t-shirt off up over my head, shedding a layer in an attempt to cool off. Before I moved in to snuggle against him again he did the same, stripping off his own shirt. I pushed myself back up against him, this time lying face to face, one of my legs tucked between his, my head resting a little below his with my lips just brushing his neck.

 

He wrapped his arms around me without any prompt, cradling me against his chest. I think if he could have seen my face, I would have been blushing again, but fortunately tucked away against his body, he was denied that view. As we lay, neither of us attempting to force conversation anymore, my mind drifted, and eventually it settled on an uncomfortable awareness – I could feel my cock brushing lightly against his thigh. I became painfully aware of everything about the man I was pressed against, remembering his adorable face, his strong, comfortable grip and the way he seemed to so easily assuage all my worries about this arrangement. I knew it was coming before I felt myself start to get hard. I tried to gently pull my hips back away from him, but as I did I felt the head of my cock, making a tent in the front of my jeans, rub down across his thigh. With all the blood rushing to my face, I have no idea how there was even enough left to maintain an erection, but I was completely mortified.

 

The seconds seemed to stretch out to a tortuous length, my mind racing for any apology or excuse that might make things right, but it was Sam who acted first. His hand, which had been tucked over my side, lazily ran over my hip, to my crotch and then gently cupped my cock. I’m not sure if at that point I was more shocked or embarrassed, but I finally managed to mutter into his chest “Sam! This is…I…” In retrospect I’m impressed I managed to be even that articulate, but he seemed to understand that my protest wasn’t rejection, it was mostly based in surprised and uncertainty. His hand moved to take mine again, and this time he guided my hand to his own crotch, placing it on his own dick. Unlike me the embrace we’d shared hadn’t got him going, but even flaccid his cock felt hefty, as I held it, and I felt it begin to harden I pulled my head back a little and tilted it up to look into his eyes.

I don’t know what came over me as I watched him smile at me, looking more self-assured than he had at the door, and I didn’t even get a full question out, I got as far as “Sam, can I…?” when he cut me off with an affirmative. I don’t know whether I would have had the guts to frame the full question, or even what I would have said, but upon getting his ascent I felt myself undo his jeans, then tug them and his boxers down around his ankles. Without really thinking, and as he kicked the last of his clothes out down to the foot of the bed, I undid my own jeans and rid myself of them.

 

This time when I snuggled back against him, my hard cock nestled up against his. It’s hard to describe the feeling of another cock, pressed up against yours, the way they rubbed together as yours hardened, the way the weight of it seemed to increase every time your heart beat and more blood flowed through it. After about 30 seconds I slid my hand between our bodies, wrapping my fingers around both our cocks, holding them together.

 

Very slowly at first, slightly scared that you would tell me to stop, tell me to get out, tell me you were disgusting by me, I began to rub my hand up and down our shafts. My fingers didn’t quite manage to meet up again, the combined girth too large for a single hand. I felt you roll me over onto my back, and then roll yourself up on top of me, holding yourself up on all fours. I raised my hips up to meet yours, once again pressing my cock against yours. From this new position I could reach in with both hands, wrapping our shafts between them, and began to rub up and down the length again.

 

The sensations, the warmth softness of your dick against mine, the way the veins on your shaft seemed to throb every time my hand slid over them, the feel of your balls resting gently against mine was too much, and quicker than I believed possible I could feel my breathing getting shallower, more ragged as I approached orgasm. I looked up into your eyes and could see you knew I was close. I felt flushed, sweaty, my hair was no doubt a mess by now, but you seemed happy, as caught in the moment as I was. I bit my lip as I tried to hold myself back, not wanting to finish before you, and I heard you mutter in a whisper that was just for me “I’m nearly there…” I shuddered slightly and continued, my hands moving faster, gripping harder, pressing our cocks together. I felt your orgasm coming, with your balls resting against mine I was aware of a subtle change and then, together, we came. Being trapped beneath you, the cum spurted from both our cocks, plastering my chest, but I didn’t stop milking our shafts until nothing was left, and even then for a few seconds I couldn’t bring myself to let go of you, enjoying the feel of your cock too much.

 

After a long moment you rolled off me to the side, grinning up at the ceiling. Without giving you time to protest – still afraid that you might – I cuddled in to your side, resting my head on your chest, one arm draped across you. You wrapped me up in your arm, pulling me in close, my cock rubbing against your side; although this time I didn’t pull it away. I could feel the cum on my chest starting to dry, sticking me to you, but I didn’t pull away, I couldn’t bring myself to leave you in case when I came back you were gone. With your other arm you pulled the covers up over us, and after leaning forward to kiss the top of my head, lay back in bed.

 

I could feel you begin to drift off to sleep, and felt similarly inclined to do so myself. Before I let you sleep however, I choked out one last question “Sam…Could you ever love me like you love K-KStew?” I cursed the way I stuttered on the name of your waifu, but then I knew how insignificant I must be in comparison, how undesirable, how plain. “Maybe” you answered, “Maybe one day…”

 

I knew what that meant. That meant no. That meant rejection. I’d known you couldn’t – of course – but I’d hoped. I felt the ghost a tear in my eye and blinked it back, this wasn’t supposed to happen, I’d never even met you a few hours ago. Besides, maybe wasn’t no. It was always worth hoping, right?

 

I sighed, resigned to defeat but willing to try. I pressed myself closer against you, nuzzling against your neck, kissing and nibbling at it. I felt your hand come up to tousle my hair and grinned slightly, finally settling back against your chest and falling asleep pressed against your warm body, feeling your chest rise and fall with each breath you took.