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Victor and Samuel Ch. 01

By: RedHairedandFriendly



Author's Note: A special thanks to jushorny who willingly accepted editing this story for me. I hope you enjoy the beginning of these two gentlemen's journey into their relationship and the relationships around them. I look forward to all comments and suggestions. Please enjoy the read, it was a pleasure to write. ~ Red

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Samuel watched his friend and drinking partner knock another Jack and Coke down, his fifth this afternoon. He put his hand on Victor's arm when his friend went to wave the bartender down for another. "Look Vic," he said. "I think you've had enough." 

Vic looked at the drop of black liquid still resting like a raindrop on a leaf. He tipped the shot glass back and savored the little drop. "Yeah . . . I guess so."

Sam was glad to hear his friend agree. "When are you going to tell her?" he asked. He watched Victor's expression and for a moment was lost in the sorrow filled eyes. 

Victor had been a temporary clerk for Samuel's company. He'd been working the mail room while a replacement was being interviewed. Samuel had been away when the head of the division passed away. The vice-president made arrangements to have someone come in and take over until a more permanent person could be interviewed. By the time Sam returned from his hiatus Victor had done such a great job, the vice-president hired him as the permanent replacement. Sam was introduced to Victor and the two became very good friends. 

"Tonight . . . I guess," Vic answered. 

Sam forced his attention back to his friend and gave his arm a firm, gentle squeeze. "I wish I could be there for you," he told him. He moved his hand down his friend's arm and curled his fingers around the hand that still clutched the empty glass. 

"I know," Victor replied, his voice hollow. 

"I've got to get back to the office. You got a cab coming, right?" Sam asked. He didn't want to leave his friend like this, but since he'd taken such a long hiatus to get over his last relationship, he didn't want to jeopardize the faith that the company's stockholders had in him. 

"Yeah," Victor answered. He nodded his head to the bartender. "We have a standing rule. If I knock back three and ask for a fourth he calls a cab." The bartender chuckled, hearing the conversation. Sam laughed too. 

"Well, if I don't hear from you tonight, I'll see you tomorrow at work," Sam said. He stood up and pressed a kiss to his friend's temple. "I'll be thinking of you."

"Thanks," Vic answered. There was a soft smile on the young man's face. He watched his lover leave the bar and sighed. "When's the cab arriving?" he asked Marty.

Marty looked at his watch, "Oh about five more minutes."

"All right. I'll take one more and hit the john before I go."

Marty poured the drink and went back to wiping down the counter. He felt bad for Vic. He'd been coming in here the past couple of months and after the first week he'd finally opened up to Marty. Like many people do with bartenders, he told Marty all about the secret life he'd been living. From the conversation he'd overheard tonight it sounded as if Victor was finally gonna lay it all on the table with his wife and confess. 

As Vic left the bar, after the sixth drink, Marty's mind traveled to his wife and he wondered what he'd do without her if she were about to come home and tell him she was leaving him for another woman. In Vic's case though, it was the opposite. Vic was about to leave his wife for another man. 

Victor sat in the back of the cab and thought about his life. He focused mainly on the last eight years, eight years full of heartache and pain. He loved his wife. She was a great woman. Her smile lit up her face and her eyes spoke volumes when she was at a loss for words. He knew he'd see those eyes doing just that later tonight. Victor could see her clearly, it was as if she were right there beside him. She was his friend really. Samuel was too, but Pamela would always be nothing more than a friend. 

They'd gotten married because it seemed like the right thing to do, for him anyway. She'd married him because she was in love with him. He'd married her and he did love her, but mainly he'd married, because it was expected of him. His parents strove to make him the best at everything. He won Scholarships to several big league colleges to play football, something he didn't care about at all. He knew if he married Pamela and got her pregnant, then he wouldn't have to leave home. So he stayed her boyfriend through their senior year in High School and into college until she got pregnant. He married her, finished school as a business major instead of the football athlete his parents had hoped for, and continued to keep his secret. 

The cabby put the car in park and watched his customer climb out. He'd been picking up drunks and tipsy men from Marty's Place for years. Each man had their own reasons for drinking and each man had their own story to tell, he figured this fellow's story wasn't a good one. He'd only driven the man home a few times. Every time he did though the young man seemed drunk and more depressed. He took his fare and watched the man walk away. "Hey," he called out. When the man turned, he said, "I'll be thinking of you. Good luck."

Vic looked surprised, but touched. "Thanks," he said. He waved goodbye to the cabby and finished the short trek up his walkway. As he walked, he recalled taking the same path with his Bride. He remembered how excited she was and how much he viewed it as a prison. He knew when he made that first step into the house that he was sealing the door on a life he'd have to keep hidden forever. The footsteps he took now reflected that day. Though the walk was short, it was one of the longest of his life, the exception to this moment, his wedding day. 

He unlocked the house and was glad the kids were spending the weekend with Pamela's parents. Victor tossed his keys to the table and walked to the study. He poured a shot of brandy, downed it quickly, and took a seat. He pressed his palms into his face and rubbed his skin vigorously. "Oh God, give me strength," he pleaded into the air. 

His eyes rested on a silver frame that held a picture of his wedding day, the day he slipped a ring on a delicate hand that touched him in a way he never allowed another woman to touch him. As he held her hand his eyes moved to the onlookers and caught his lover's stare. He'd come to see if he'd go through with it. When the final words were spoken and they turned to face the group of friends and family, his lover had disappeared, refusing to ever speak to Victor again. 

His finger moved over the picture and he traced Pamela's face and cried. He didn't want to hurt her, yet he was dying more inside each day. He couldn't continue. He'd found his match and he owed it to her to come clean . . . he owed it to himself. 

He heard the front door open and soon she was there in the doorway of the study. "Hey Hon. You're home early," she said. "Everything all right? The kids okay?" she asked. 

Victor looked up at her. "Yes, they're fine. Still having fun at your parents." 

Pamela gave a sigh of relief. "Great," she said. "You don't look like your fine though. Something happen at work?" She slipped off her shoes and crossed the room. She saw the picture he was holding and smiled softly. "Can you imagine? Eight years . . . wow."

"Eight years of marriage . . . but many years before that," he said quietly.

"I know," she grinned. She took the picture and held it tight. "I remember this day like it was yesterday. You cried Hon, remember?" She pressed a kiss to his cheek and stood. He watched her place the picture on the table in front of them. "Okay, out with it. What happened at work?"

Pamela could tell something was wrong. He was so distant. He'd been more distant every time he'd come home from work. She knew cutbacks were being made all over the company and he worried about her and the kids. She worked too so they'd be okay; she was about to tell him that, but he took her hand and squeezed it tight. 

"I need to tell you a story," he said to her. His eyes searched hers and she could see the seriousness of his words. 

She sat down beside him, looked into his face. She paled and swallowed. "This isn't about work, is it?" she asked. 

"Not really," he said. "I mean, it involves work, but it isn't the main thing."

Her teeth gnawed on her lower lip and she took a deep breath. Her fingers curled into her skirt and she felt the rolling motion of nausea in her stomach. "I don't want to hear it," she said.

Suddenly she was on her feet and walking away. She knew he was leaving her. It was there in his face, his body language. He was leaving her. She stopped when he called her name. Her whole being seemed to be lost in a black abyss of pain. "What's her name?" she asked him. Her back rigid as she waited for the name of his lover to fall from his lips. 

"Samuel Winters," Victor said. Now, he was the one waiting. 

She turned around slowly and stared at him. Pamela blinked rapidly for a moment as if she were seeing their lives flash before her eyes. The excitement of the big win that seemed to appear on his face, when he scored the winning point, was replaced by eyes that spoke a thousand words of "who cares." She saw the look of two male friends joking at a dinner party turn into true looks of desire and hunger. Pamela saw Victor and herself when they made love. During that moment she saw fire and passion, but in truth she fooled herself. 

As she stood there remembering their lives as friends, lovers, husband and wife, and finally parents, she realized that she knew long ago this was going to happen. 

Pamela slowly closed the distance. It seemed to take a lifetime to reach him; when she did the resounding crack of her hand meeting his face echoed through the room. She beat at his chest with her tiny hands and screamed at him how much she hated him. She yelled at him, pulled at his clothes, and wanted to make him feel how badly she hurt. "You liar! You lied to me!" she screamed over and over. Finally she collapsed against him, his arms wrapped around her and he whispered apologetic words to her. 

Several minutes later she pulled away from him and sat down on the chair he'd been sitting in. "I'm sorry," she said. She sniffled and wiped her eyes and nose. Taking a deep breath, she looked up at him. "Oh God," she said and took another deep breath. "I think you should start at the beginning."

Pamela sat there and listened to her husband expose his true self. He told her about the first time he wondered if there was something different about him. He shared with her the time he and one of his baseball teammates explored each other after a junior high ball game. Victor told her how he'd found someone really special in high school and they learned things together. He told her about the time his father confronted him and how his dad delivered the first beating that Victor ever received. He told her how his mother cried, blaming herself for his "disease"; that was what they called it. 

Victor painted pictures for her describing the lie he'd been living. He'd sneak away and take care of the desires he had. He told her about keeping the secret bottled up for so long, because he was in so deep. He shared with her how much he loved their kids and how he did love her, but he just couldn't continue living this way anymore. He reassured her that the lovers he'd taken in the past were clean and he always used protection. 

Her voice was monotone when she thanked him for that. She was in shock, he knew this so he squeezed her fingers and told her he'd be leaving, but would give her a number where he could be reached. 

He got up and headed to their room. Victor passed his son's bedroom and glanced at the posters of Sesame Street characters. He chuckled as memories of his son opening up a Christmas present and squealing when Elmo started shaking and singing. Victor took a moment to walk into his daughters' room. He glanced at the doll houses and the numerous unicorns and ballerina's. This was going to confuse them. He hoped Pam would agree to join a group or seek some sort of professional guidance for them.

Pam heard him leave an hour later. She stood up and picked up the phone. She dialed the number to his work and asked for her husband's lover. She waited while the call went through and she kept telling herself to hang up. The voice that came on the line caused her stomach to roll from nervousness. "Hi," she whispered.

Sam waited for a moment to see if the woman on the other end was going to say more. "Hello . May I help you with something?" he asked when she didn't add anything else to her hello. 

He heard her intake of breath and something inside him clicked. "Pamela?" he asked. 

"Yes," she said. Her voice was shaky and a tear slipped down her cheek. She took a seat at the desk and toyed with a pencil. "Do you love him?" she asked. 

"Yes," Sam answered. "Very much."

"Oh . . . so do I."

"I see," he said. He waved off his secretary when she popped in the door to ask him a question. "Is he there?" 

"No. . . he left me your number though. I guess it's your house number or cell phone?" She rattled off the number and took a deep breath. "You know . . . I guess I always knew."

"Many do. They just don't want to see it."

"Yeah? I guess so," she sniffed and took a deep breath. "When you see him, tell him I'm okay and we'll sit down together later this week to talk about the kids."

"All right. I will," Sam said. 

She was about to hang up when she brought the phone back to her mouth. "Samuel."

"Yes?"

"He's special. You know that right?"

Sam smiled into the phone. "Yes, Pamela. I know he is." He heard her hang up the phone and then he did. He buzzed his secretary and told her he was taking off the rest of the day and he'd see her Monday. She kept her thoughts to herself and agreed to cancel his meetings and reschedule them. He walked out of the office and headed to the parking garage to get his car. 

On the way home he stopped and grabbed some Chinese and a bottle of wine. He wasn't planning on romance this evening. Victor wouldn't be in the mood for that. Samuel just wanted to be his friend tonight. From this moment on they had all the time in the world to be lovers. He got back onto the highway and was soon lost in thought while he drove toward his future. 

He remembered the first time Victor and him hit it off sexually. It wasn't too long after they'd been introduced at work. Victor had come to deliver a rather large box to Samuel's office, but his secretary had been out to lunch, so Victor knocked on Sam's door and asked what he wanted done with it. 

Sam had waved him in and held up his hand signaling for Victor to stay a moment. Victor did and while he glanced over the room, Sam found himself studying the man. When Victor finally felt the gaze of the other man he looked back at him and returned the appraisal. Their eyes connected and Sam knew Victor's pulse quickened, just as his did. That was the beginning. Samuel asked Victor out that night and from then on they were inseparable with the exception of when Victor went home to his wife. That thought would normally bring a sad expression to Sam's face, but today it didn't; today Sam was going home to Victor. 

Victor was sitting at the kitchen table drinking a cup of coffee when he saw Sam's car pull in. He grinned and drained the cup dry. He rinsed it out and placed it in the sink. Vic gazed out the window, Sam waved to him. The bottle of wine and Chinese take out was lifted in the air and Sam nodded for Victor to meet him at the front door. 

The first thing Samuel noticed when he walked in was the emptiness of his home was gone. He no longer felt alone. He felt at peace. Victor took the wine and pressed his lips to Sam's. Their tongues touched and slipped along the sides of each others. Though the kiss was short, it spoke volumes and Sam knew that the wine would wait as would the food. 

"Let's put this on ice," Victor said, taking the bottle of wine from his friend and lover. 

Sam agreed and he followed Vic into the kitchen. His eyes moved over his friend's 6'-2" figure and he felt himself continuing to respond with each step Victor made. "Vic. . . I don't know if I can wait till we get upstairs."

Victor took the Chinese food and placed it in the fridge along with the wine, deciding that the wine would taste just as good coming from the fridge as it would from an ice bucket. "I never said you had to." 

A groan escaped Samuel and he closed the distance between him and Victor. "Oh God Vic. I've wanted this for so long. To have you here and know you'll not be leaving in a few hours." Sam's fingers moved into Victor's hair and he pulled his head toward him. Their mouth's met again and their tongues began to dance and stroke along side each other's once more. 

Vic felt the sandy surface of Samuel's tongue and slipped his back and forth over it, increasing the speed. His fingers moved to Sam's tie and worked it free. He then opened up the buttons of his lover's shirt until he reached Sam's slacks. Sam stepped back and shrugged off his sports coat and pulled his dress shirt from his pants. "Oh fuck babe. I'm so hard right now," Sam groaned. 

A laugh erupted from Victor's throat and his fingers skated up Sam's chest. He flicked his nipples then pushed the dress shirt off his lover's shoulders. His fingers skated over Sam's skin and he brought his lips to his neck. He kissed the warm flesh, pulled it with his teeth, and sucked hungrily from him. "Oh yes, Vic," Sam muttered. 

Victor's hands moved down to grasp Samuel's waist and he pulled his hips closer to him. As his tongue traced up his lover's throat his hands massaged the firm skin. He licked his ear, traced the curve, sucked at that lobe, and then nipped hard. Sam shuddered, his cock jerked and he moved his hand to Victor's cock. He stroked it through his jeans and pushed hard. His fingers released the button of his fly and both hands worked free the zipper. 

"Mmm . . . ," Vic moaned into Sam's ear. "I want you baby," he whispered. He put his hand over Samuel's and entwined his fingers with his. He brought them to his lips and sucked on each one, watching Sam's eyes grow thick with hunger. Samuel shivered with lust as he watched Victor move to his knees. 

"Ahh Vic. . . oh fuck baby. You know how much I love that," Sam felt Vic's tongue lapping at his cock. He watched as Victor helped him remove his shoes. He cooperated while Vic moved his hands up under the pin-striped pants and pulled the black socks off of each leg. 

Victor slid his palms over Samuel's legs, kneading the muscles underneath the soft, expensive material. His eyes locked on Sam's and he leaned in, ran his tongue over the cloth-covered cock.

"Oh fuck Vic don't tease me." Samuel's cock strained against his pants and he placed his hands on Victor's shoulders. His fingers curled into the material of the black polo-shirt that Victor was wearing. 

Victor smirked and pulled the button from its home and slipped the zipper down until he opened the fly of the pants completely. He then laced his fingers over the waist band and pulled both the pants and the boxers down in one quick jerk. He groaned as he watched the eight inch cock spring free and bob in front of him. Vic licked his lips in anticipation and waited for Sam to step out of his pants. 

Samuel watched Victor's hand move to the inside of his thigh and he felt the grazing touch of his lover's fingers begin a waltz upon his skin. Victor leaned his head in and slid his tongue over Sam's velvet package. He pressed it back and forth several times before guiding the first jewel into his mouth. He suckled it, rolled it around his mouth; his teeth grazed it gently. Sam groaned and pushed his fingers into Victor's thick black hair. "Oh shit baby, suck all of it. Take them both," he muttered. 


Victor and Samuel Ch. 02



It had been three months since Victor had moved in with Samuel. The first two months were hard; hard for them both, but mainly for Victor. He and Pamela met later the week he'd left her. Her shock was gone and anger bared to him. She was more verbal about his deception toward her and she threatened all kinds of legal suits. In the end after several more meetings between not only him and her, but her parents as well - his a long forgotten part of his past - they finally agreed that he was still a good man and a good father.

Victor had just come back from what he hoped was the final meeting between their divorce lawyers. In his hand was the schedule Pamela had given him, with the times and dates for the upcoming months therapy sessions. That was the one thing they had agreed on right away. Therapy. . . Not to save their marriage that was obviously over, but instead to help their children accept the tornado that was disrupting their lives. The youngest was five and the twins just turned eight a few months after his and Pamela's anniversary. He placed the schedule on the fridge and headed to the shower. Samuel would be home soon and then they were taking the kids to the movies. It was the first outing that the kids would get to take with him and Samuel.

They had seen pictures of him, met him once during dinner with Pamela. Victor also spoke with the girls at length, hoping they would in time come to understand that not all families had to have a mom and a dad. His young son was adjusting also, easier than the girls, but he too showed signs of confusion. As Victor showered he wondered what age kids started to become so wise and what age they suddenly felt the need to shelter and hide themselves. The hot water fell over his lean form and he tried to ease the day's tension away with the steamy air and soapy suds.

Samuel arrived fifteen minutes after Victor climbed into the shower. He could hear the water running and remembered that his lover had planned on the two of them and the three kids to take in a movie that night. He headed to the bedroom to change. Once there he felt the familiar feeling generate around him whenever he walked in. It was a feeling of peace. Victor's things were lying about the room and every time Samuel picked up a stray article of clothing he grinned. Having Victor with him was something he had long thought would never happen. His relationship with the man had started fast and furiously, but now was everything he could have hoped for. Victor had finally admitted to his wife Pamela about his life as well as his love for Samuel and Samuel finally had his soul-mate with him.

He pulled off his clothes and headed to the bathroom to let Victor know he was home. It came as no surprise to either gentleman when the draft from Samuel pulling away the curtain and joining Victor brought a chill to Victor's warm skin. "Hey love," Samuel said. He wrapped his arms around Vic's waist.

"Hello," Vic returned the greeting. He placed the soap on the shelf and turned around in his lover's arms. "How was work?" The water cascaded over Victor's back. Trails of the hot liquid slid down his body, while it worked as a shield to block the watery spray from Samuel's face.

"Good. Missed you though," Sam said. He leaned in and kissed Victor. Their tongues danced for a few moments before they pulled apart. "I'll be happy when you come back. I miss our lunches, turn around and I'll wash your back."

Victor complied and closed his eyes as the water sprinkled over him. Sam's strong fingers worked out knots and worked in bubbles. "Well this is the last week of my leave so we'll be taking lunch together before long," Victor replied.

The last three months he'd taken a leave of absence from work, okayed by his boss, which lucky enough was Samuel. He still found himself amazed at how all that came to be, but he no longer questioned it. He felt that his place was where he was and he wasn't going to question or deny it any longer.

"I'm looking forward to it. Your turn," Samuel said. He passed the soap to Vic and turned around. Soon he too was lathered and washed. When the quick shower was finished both men started moving about the room, getting ready to pick up the three kids.

"I hope it goes well tonight," Samuel admitted, once they were sitting in Vic's car and heading to Pamela's. He was nervous about the evening. These three people would have the biggest impact on his relationship with Victor.

Victor took Samuel's hand in his. "We both have discussed this night...Pam and I. She thinks they are ready and so do I. One step at a time... what else can we do?" He squeezed his love's hand and continued driving. Once they arrived at the house, both men exited the car and made their way up the walk.

Memories assailed Victor and he found himself no longer hurting or dreading the path that led to the house. He wouldn't be staying. He wouldn't be lying. He would get the kids, watch a movie, bring them back, and then he would go home. This new life was one that he knew would have ups and downs, but he also knew he'd not return to the lie he led for so long.

"Mommy! Mommy! Daddy's home," the older twin yelled from the door. She was the mirror image of her sister, born only three minutes ahead, and still the fastest redhead on two feet.

"Hello Abby," Victor said, lifting her up and kissing her soundly on the lips.

"Ewww... boy germs!" she said, then threw her arms around her father's neck and hugged him tight. "Missed you," she whispered in his ear. Her eyes latched onto those of Samuel and she waved a fraction of an inch in greeting. "Hey," she added quietly.

"Hello," Sam returned the greeting. He had watched the exchange between Father and Daughter and was touched. He had never had children in his life before. He found it awkward, but was looking forward to it. After all, these kids were a part of Victor and Victor was a part of him.

The other children were soon clamoring for Victor's attention and Pamela followed up behind them. She gave a polite, yet reserved greeting to Samuel. She had agreed with both men that bitterness and anger were not something any of them wanted to display around the children. Samuel found this impressive and wished other parents felt the same way. The youngest child, Michael insisted on bringing his police car with him, and so it was with great chagrin that the other little one Alice helped Abby search for the much needed toy.

Once it was found, Pamela gave kisses to her little ones and waved goodbye, shutting the door behind them. She took a moment to reflect on the past three months and how it was slowly becoming more and more a reality. A sigh escaped her and she decided that for the next three hours she was Pamela, single woman with no children. She shut off all the lights, grabbed her candles and headed to the bathroom, to soak in a nice hot tub of bubbles.

As Pam indulged in what no mother ever gets enough of, Samuel and Victor were enjoying what many fathers don't get enough of either. Popcorn was being devoured, while sodas were slurped. Fifteen minutes into the movie Abby nudged her father in the side and told him she had to use the restroom. Sam offered to take her, but Abby shook her head no, so Victor left the other kids with Samuel.

"Do you like him a lot Dad?" she asked, once they were out in the hall.

"Yes Abby, I do. I love him," he answered her back.

Abby sighed, "I know. He seems nice." She squeezed his hand and used the ladies room while Vic waited outside. When she was finished she took his hand again. "I'm not happy though," she admitted.

"I know... but you may like him later."

"I know," she answered. "That's what mom says. She says since you like him, he can't be all that bad."

Victor chuckled. "Your mom's right. He's not all that bad."

Another series of bathroom breaks were made two more times before the movie was over. Young Michael allowed Samuel to take him to the restroom, as well as refill his soda, and hold his cherished police car. Now the children were on their way back to their mother's and both men felt a little more sure of the kids and Samuel's interaction with them.

"When will we see you again?" Alice asked her father. She hadn't said much to Samuel, but she looked at him now and asked. "Are you coming back?"

Victor let Samuel answer and he watched his lover bend down to speak face to face with the young lady. "I am. Your dad is my friend and I will be seeing all of you a lot now."

Alice sighed. "Thought so," she said. She turned away and left her father and his friend to go into the house. Victor followed along with the other kids while Samuel waited outside.

When they were both back in the car and heading home, Victor took Sam's hand in his again. "Alice will come around," he said. He too had noticed the quietness of his daughter, something unlike her usually noisy self.

"I know," Sam answered back. He caressed Victor's fingers and brought them to his lips. He kissed them gently. "Thanks for letting me be a part of their lives."

"Sam... thanks for willing to be," Vic said. He brought their hands to his lips and returned the moist kiss, lingering for a moment and smelled butter and Sam all rolled into one. His tongue reached out and drew one of Samuel's fingers into his mouth. He sucked softly, tasting the melted confection from the popcorn off his lover's digit. "Home?" he asked.

"Of course," Sam answered. He released his seat belt and scooted to the middle of the seat. His hand left Victor's easy grip and slipped down his chest. His other hand moved around to touch the curls that rested on the nap of his neck.

Vic looked over at his friend, smiled and stole a quick kiss before devoting what attention he could to the road while also enjoying the ministrations of his lover.

Sam glanced at the road and slipped his hand down the T-shirt that Victor had chosen to wear. When he reached the bottom his hand snaked up inside and traveled up to the hard nipples hidden from view. His thumb swept over the left then the right until both were hard peaks for him to pinch and tease.

"Mmm. . .," Vic muttered, licked his lips and felt the tingle run through his chest to his cock. "Nice baby," he said.

A smile creased Samuel's face and he leaned into his friend. His tongue slid out and tasted the pulse that beat underneath Victor's ear. Vic shuddered. Sam chuckled, repeated the action and added more long licks to the sensitive spot. "God baby, I want you," Samuel whispered against Vic's ear.

They had not touched physically while the children were with them, each one agreeing that taking it slow was important. Now that they were alone, both men wanted nothing more then to devour the other.

"Uh huh," Vic agreed. He tilted his head so Sam could take more of his flesh. Sam grinned and opened his mouth even further, this time choosing to suck on the hot skin with long pulls. As he lavished the spot with his tongue and lips, his hand was sliding up and down Victor's chest.

"Fuck, Sam. You make it hard to concentrate," Vic groaned out.

"Good," he chuckled. His tongue moved back and forth until he reached out and nipped Victor's earlobe. Slowly and with deliberately placed caresses, Sam abandoned his lover's nipples and traveled down the firm stomach to rest on the increasing bulge that was throbbing inside Victor's pants.

Victor hissed when Sam unsnapped the button and slipped the zipper down. His eyes fluttered for a moment and he took a deep breath. He caught sight of an old warehouse that no one used anymore and pulled into the parking lot. "Sam, fuck man."

Samuel laughed and began to stroke his friend's cock, still nestled in the cotton boxers he was wearing. Victor parked the car behind the warehouse, shut all but the interior dash lights off and reclined his chair. "Jesus... take care of that will ya," he said.

Before Sam did what he and his friend both wanted he pressed his mouth against Victor's lips. Their tongues slid side by side, each one coaxing the other out with more demanding strokes. Victor's hand moved to Sam's head, angled it and thrust his tongue in, plundering the warm haven. Sam nipped at his lover's lips, before finally making his way down to hover long sweeps of hot breath against the jerking cock.

"Oh baby, you know I hate that," Vic muttered. His hand had slipped into his friend's waist band of his shorts and was slowly massaging Sam's tight ass.

"Love it, or hate loving it?" Sam asked. He continue to blanket the thick shaft with nothing but the air from his lungs. The glow of the dash lights showed a bead of pre cum that was already making itself known. "You are horny aren't you baby?"

"Yes. Oh fuck Sam, suck it already," Vic demanded. He pulled his hand out of Sam's shorts, spit on two of his fingers and then returned to run the warm liquid along the crack of his lover's ass.

Sam raised his ass higher and lay more along the front seat of the Lincoln Town Car. He felt his cock throbbing as Victor toyed with the entrance of his ass. "Vic. . .Fuck me Vic," he said. Samuel's tongue then took a long, slow, torturous journey down Victor's swollen cock.

"Ohh. . .Yes baby. Again," Victor sighed. His fingers dipped into the tight hole he'd been playing with. He turned his fingers left than right while Sam pushed the cock into his mouth. "Fuck," Vic hissed.

The smile on Samuel's face couldn't be seen as he sucked and pulled on Victor's tool. He took the swollen rod deeper with every return trip down, until he felt the tip hit the back of his throat.

Victor's hips lifted when Sam angled his head, adjusted his jaw and began to deep throat his dick. "Ohhh. . .Sam, don't stop. Oh fuck, baby, don't stop!" he felt his balls tighten and he knew he'd be shooting his come into his lover's mouth soon.

Sam increased the speed and began to hum on the engorged member. While he did, one of his hands stroked and rubbed the hard marbles that were locked inside the warm velvet package. He felt his ass finger-fucked harder and he groaned. The vibrations ran through Victor's cock and trickled through his body. His balls felt the vibrations and were soon boiling over.

"Ahhh!" Vic shouted. His hips thrusts high in the air and the first shot of come exploded from his shaft. "Ohhh. . .fuck, Sam!" he yelled. A second then a third shot of steamy fluids filled his lover's mouth.

Sam's ass was no longer being pleasured. Victor was lost in the feeling of his sex being savored, unable to concentrate on what his fingers had been doing. Samuel didn't care, he continued pumping and cleaning Vic's dick with his tongue and fingers until his friend settled underneath him and started to massage his ass cheeks instead of fucking his hole.

When Samuel left Vic's lap he slid up and kissed his companion. Their tongues once again merged, danced, and made love. This time the strokes were slow and cleansing. "Wonderful, Hon," Vic said. He saw his partner smile and traced Sam's lips with his finger. "Let's get home," he said. "I've a need to see you smile too."

"I am," Sam answered. He scooted back to his seat and buckled up. He watched Victor repair his clothes and his erect penis ached even more. "Home. . . and believe me. I'll be smiling the whole way."

The two men arrived back at their house and once they were inside it was only a matter of seconds that Victor was returning the favor that Samuel had given him in the car.

Sam's come covered Victor's lips, chin, and neck and soaked into his T-shirt. He then slipped down to his knees and licked away the creamy fluids and suckled on Victor's neck once more. "God baby, I love you," Sam whispered in Vic's ear.

"Love you too," he said back. "Now. . .that shower this afternoon. We really didn't do it justice did we?"

Samuel laughed and readily agreed with his friend. "Shower before supper or after?" he asked. They both stood and walked toward the kitchen, Vic's stomach giving them the answer they both needed.

"It was a good evening wasn't it? Over all?" Samuel asked as the two of them worked together making the meal.

Vic thought for a moment and nodded his head. "Yeah. . . even Alice's goodbye afterwards. She didn't say anything rude and believe me I know those kids. . . they can be rude!" he laughed and went back to setting the table. "It will be nice having them over here on weekends. After we've had a few more 'dates' with them."

Sam liked the idea and shared his thoughts with Victor. "I think having them over here sometimes for a few hours, maybe before we go on an activity would help too. Eventually they'll come to realize we are similar to a husband and a wife, just two men."

"I think we'll do the short excursions first, introduce the intimate nature slowly. Just for now," Vic said. "The counselor that Pam and I are seeing will want to meet you. You remember that don't you?" He sat down. Samuel served out the salad, while Vic served out the soup.

"Yes, I remember. I guess we should do things the counselor's way for now huh?" he asked.

"Yes. . .that is the only way we can do this. Pam and I. . . we lived false lives. Sure I know I lied all my life, but I guess she's admitting that for years she was lying to herself." Victor said. He knew it was going to take time, he only hoped he hadn't scarred his kids in the process of growing up and finally allowing himself the freedom to be who he was.

The meal progressed, followed by cleaning up and an hour of TV, before the night became one that each man lived for. Victor took Samuel's hand and led him to the shower. The room was soon encased in rolling clouds of steam. The two lovers moved as one into the almond-colored enclosure.

"Let me," Vic said, when Samuel went to grab the soap. The water once again was splashing over the lovers, but this time, neither one really cared about shielding the other from the hot spray, they both were more concerned with touching and tasting the other, as well as eventually cleaning themselves.

Samuel gave the soap to Vic and turned around. He knew what was going to happen first. He knew how much Vic liked having his cock buried in the tight cavern of Sam's ass. Sam too loved it. He wanted to have the thick member pounding against him.

Vic admired Sam's ass as he worked a soapy lather up with his hands. The bar of soap soon rested on the shelf and Vic stepped closer to Sam's lithe form. His palms moved up and down on the hard cheeks. He then skated his fingers along the tight crack until he decided to test the puckered entrance with a finger. 

"Ohh. . . mmm. . ." Samuel moaned. He pressed his palms against the shower wall and hung his head down, the water pushed and rolled over him. His ass backed up toward his lover and he felt Vic's finger move deeper. "Vic, more," he begged.

Vic's cock was slick with pre cum as well as some lube the lovers kept handy for their co-shower fun. He opened his friend's ass cheeks and felt his cock jerking to enter the tight haven that awaited him. "Come back to me, Lover," Vic said. The water lathered over them both and the rolling drops made trails over the soapy suds that Vic had painted all over Sam's ass.

"Mmm. . ." Vic said as he watched Samuel's ass close the space between them.

The hard tip pressed against the welcoming entrance. Samuel gritted his teeth as he pressed his ass back. The head of Vic's cock entered and he felt a groan of pleasure escape him. Vic took over and settled his friend deeper onto his cock. Once he had his lover's ass completely filled he closed his eyes and savored the tightness.

Sam increased the pressure against the invading cock by gripping his muscles and locking the hard shaft inside.

"Oh fuck yes," Vic groaned. He slowly began to drag his lover's ass forward and back on his tool, the sides of Sam's ass always behaving like a vise on his dick.




Victor and Samuel Ch. 03



Spring was approaching and Victor's life was more settled than it had been in years, at least in his opinion it was. He was happily involved with Samuel. His ex-wife was dating again, though she'd not found anyone serious and according to her she wasn't looking, but she wasn't going to dry up and become a prune either. He was glad for that. He knew Pamela was special and she could make someone else very happy. 

Most of all he felt very confident with the way the children were more accepting of Samuel. His lover had been included in the counseling sessions and as the whole group met, they slowly began the healing and learning process their unique situation forced upon them. It was the sound of laughter that brought Victor back to reality and he looked over to the giggling faces of his twin daughters, Alice and Abby. He chuckled, his chest rising from the motion and watched Samuel herd them back toward him and Michael, the twins' five-year-old brother. 

"Pamela's late," Samuel replied. He and Victor were on their way to Florida to visit some friends of Samuel's. Pamela was to meet them at the airport before they departed and pick up the kids. 

"Pam's not late. She's right here," a soft voice spoke from behind him. Both men looked, Samuel turned so he could face the voice and he grinned. 

"So you are," he said with a lift to his lips. 

The children ran to their mother and hugged her legs. Victor stood and gathered the small suitcase and the two bags that the kids had shoved toys and clothes in. They'd spent the first few days of Spring Break with him and would finish the rest of the week with Pamela before returning to school and the visitation schedule. "Here you go," he said after exchanging "Hellos" and "How ya' dos." 

Samuel gripped Victor's shoulder and the two men watched Pamela lead the group of happy youngsters out of the airport. "Sure is nice to see that," Samuel said. 

"Yea. I wasn't sure if I'd ever see them happy again. I'm thrilled beyond words," Victor agreed, picking up his suitcase just as the final boarding call to Miami was announced. The two men moved through Security and eventually made it onto the plane. They took their seats in first class and settled back for the flight. 

Victor had fallen asleep a few minutes after the flight settled and it was the touch of Samuel's lips against his ear that stirred him from his slumber. "Hey sexy," Sam whispered. His had slowly traveled an invisible trail of heat along Victor's thigh. "You know we have to do it," he smirked against his friend ear before sliding his tongue over the curve. 

"No, we don't," Victor said followed by a heated groan and the firm removal of Samuel's hand from his thigh. He continued to hold his partner's hand though he knew that touch was just as arousing as all the other things about Samuel. He loved his mate and he enjoyed everything about him, even this wicked naughty side. Victor knew exactly what Samuel had meant; his lover had joked about the "Mile-High Club" for the last few days as their trip grew closer. 

Sam laughed and squeezed his partner's hand. His mouth still whispering against Victor's skin. "You'll love it."

"I know I would," Victor said. He shifted in his seat. His cock was already hard, the mere thought of fucking Samuel in the airplane was more desirable then he'd imagined. Samuel added to the pressure by running his tongue along Victor's neck and then telling him how badly he wanted his lover's cock.

"Come on baby. My cock is hard. I need to come. I have what we need in my jacket pocket," Samuel released Victor's hand and pretended to reach down to pick up a magazine that was lying on the floor as he did he purposely groped his lover's swollen sex. His eyes looked up into Victor's. Both men knew it was going to happen and when Samuel left, Victor followed two minutes later. 

Sam ignored the looks that were tossed at him. He was used to the stares, but he was also aware that when you flew first class as often as he and his company's associates did, you weren't questioned about a lot of things. Once first class folks made it through security, you pretty much were scot-free on your movements as long as you caused no serious problems. 

Victor was not as comfortable with the stares he received as he made his way to the bathroom. He was still new to the "coming out" that he'd done seven months ago. He knew in time, or he hoped in time he would become more at ease and not worry so much about what others thought. He knew Sam was good for him in that respect; it was just something else he loved about his partner. 

Samuel was waiting for Victor, his cock hard and ready for his lover to enjoy. He knew though that Victor would be nervous and need further encouraging, but he didn't mind. That was one of the nice things about the newness of Vic's new life. Samuel found it arousing to bring his love to a point of need and then some situation forced his lover's cock to lose some spark. It was Sam's greatest pleasure making that spark rise back to its fullest potential. 

"God, that looks nice," Victor groaned after shutting and locking the bathroom door. He gazed at Sam's dick, free from the confines of the gray pants. Those and his white briefs lay in a puddle around Sam's feet. Victor's fingers released the button and zipper of his jeans and found his hands pushed away as Samuel took over. 

Sam pulled Vic's jeans and boxers down with one swift jerk and moaned when Victor's cock jerked free and bounced against Vic's stomach. Samuel smirked, "This looks nice too." The cock was not at its fullest potential and that was fine with Sam. He wrapped his fingers around his lover's dick and began to stroke the hardening meat with long motions, before settling his mouth over the head. 

"Ahhh...damn, that's wonderful. Mmm...I love the way your tongue presses against... oh fuck baby," Victor muttered. One hand gripped the sink's counter the other moved into his lover's hair and held his head closer to the throbbing heat of his sex. "Deeper Sam. Take it all."

Sam's grin was felt on Victor's cock, the grazing of teeth added to his pleasure as Sam opened his mouth, removed his hand and swallowed Victor's rod with expertise. 

"Oh fuck," Vic groaned. His fingers gripped the counter harder; his fingers tangled deeper into Sam's hair. "Yes, baby. Fuck yes." He felt every stroke of Sam's tongue running over his cock as his lover sucked and pulled on his hard cock. When Sam's hand moved from his hips to grab his balls, Victor muttered his approval and begged for more. Sam answered with a firm, yet gentle squeeze and began moving his head right and left as he rose up and down on Victor's dick. 

Victor's blood was boiling. His testicles were begging to be savored and he pulled his lover's face off his sex and told him to suck his balls. Sam grinned and ran his tongue from the tip of Victor's cock to the base and then guided his mate's velvet package into his mouth and began to forcefully suck the twin globes. As he did he used one hand to glide over the saliva and pre cum-covered cock he'd been fucking just seconds ago. 

"Harder... oh fuck stroke my cock harder. Faster... Yes... oh God Sam that's it. Right there." Victor looked down and watched his friend devour him and he felt the love that he had continue to grow. He pulled his partner from his balls and bent down to kiss him. 

Their tongues merged, danced and fucked each other. Each one fought to be the winner of their battle, but each savored the victory of scent and taste of the other. Sam pulled away and gasped against Victor's lips, "I want your come baby. I need to drink it. Wear it. I want it bad."

"Take it," Victor moaned back. He leaned back again and offered his aching member to Sam's eager lips. Samuel wasted no time in taking the offering and began a series of deep-throating strokes of his mouth muscles and his tongue. He worked the swollen member into his throat, taking every inch and enjoying the way it filled his mouth. His fingers lifted and palmed Vic's balls and he knew from the way his lover's moans sounded, now more ragged, that the white honey he desired was coming. 

Victor shuddered. His body grew tense and he growled deep as the pearls of his sex flowed hot from his dick and showered the back of Sam's throat. "Ohhh...," he moaned as Sam increased his sucking pressure and as the tool softened, Sam took the flesh further, dragging another shot of come, followed by a third. "God baby," he hissed, watching Sam's mouth remove itself from his cock. He shivered as his lover's tongue emerged to wash away the signs of his passion.

It took a minute, maybe two, before Victor was back on Earth with Sam and when he was there with him, he gazed down at the glistening come-soaked lips. They kissed again, sharing the salty taste of come and the sweetness of Sam's mouth. When they parted Victor looked down at his lover's sex and grinned. "My turn Sammy," he smirked. 

Sam chuckled and pulled the lube from inside his jacket pocket. He squeezed a generous amount into his hand and watched Victor turn around and face the mirror of the bathroom. It was a tight fit, but the men didn't care, they wanted each other and they were just as determined as any couple in love would be, to be one with each other.

The first touch of cool lube hitting Victor's puckered entrance sent a shiver through him and he chuckled, wondering if a person ever got used to that first initial chill. It was gone soon though when he felt Sam's hands on his hips. "Sit down babe," Sam said.

Vic closed his eyes and lowered himself to his lover's lap, as he did he felt Sam's hands leave his hips, grab his ass cheeks and the two worked together to settle Vic against Sam's swollen sex. 

"Damn, baby. This is hot," Samuel groaned as he slowly pressed his cock into Vic's rear. Victor relaxed and welcomed the feeling of Sam entering him. He felt the thick head, swollen and leaking with fluids. He squeezed against the hard shaft, loving the way it felt as it possessed him inch by inch. 

"Ahhh...feels wonderful Sam. I love having your cock inside me."

Sam's hands gripped Victor's hips and settled him completely on the engorged member. "Yes... baby, wonderful." He began lifting and dropping Victor on his dick. They moved slowly at first, but soon it was apparent the two men needed more and they needed it quickly. 

"Harder," Victor ordered. He wanted to scream and shout his demands, but he knew they'd spent more time in here then normal and being loud was pushing their luck. He ground his ass against his love's cock and felt Sam's balls slapping against him. His head fell back and he gripped the hard shaft inside him with his firm muscles. 

Sam felt his balls grow tight and he knew his seed would be filling Vic's ass. "Ready? Are you ready for my come?" he asked. 

"Give it to me. I need it too. I need your come."

A shot of fluids coated Victor's walls and Vic loved the hot liquid. He welcomed it with a grunt and a gasp of pleasure. Samuel delivered it with fever and drove another coat of wet silk into Vic's ass. "Ahhh...," he groaned as the fluids erupted for a final time. He eased his cock out and kissed both hard cheeks of Victor's ass before he let him move completely free of his hold.

He helped his lover repair his state of dress, licking the cock that had grown hard again, before closing the zipper on Vic's pants. "Man, you can't do that again," Vic choked on the words. 

"No?" Sam laughed. He then winked. "You go on back to the seat. That cock of yours will be mine again soon." 

Victor chuckled and left Sam to clean up while he returned to his seat. As he did, he squared his shoulders and faced the stares of both curiosity and disgust that greeted him. He knew he'd have those looks, it was human nature, but he didn't care he was in love and he was willing to face the looks as long as it meant he stayed with Samuel. 



Victor and Samuel Ch. 04



A biting chill rushed through the door before Victor was able to shut it. His feet were covered in snow; his hair, moist from the falling flakes, clung to his forehead. He dropped his keys on the small table by the door and headed to the kitchen. The darkness was a bit annoying so he flicked on the light and was suddenly surrounded with shouts of "Surprise" and "Happy Birthday" as well as confetti that had been tossed at him. His eyes sought out those of his partner and he smiled. 

"You are in big trouble." 

Samuel laughed and moved over to his best friend and lover. He hugged him, kissed his cheek, and then captured his lips. "Happy Birthday, babe," he said after taking a quick taste of Victor. 

"Thanks," he looked around and spied Samuel and his friends. 

"Pam called and said to let you know her and the kids will be around tomorrow night," Samuel told him. 

Victor nodded his head, not surprised in the least. He and Pamela would never be close again, but she was more civil with him and Samuel. He would never expect her to embrace his lifestyle by attending a birthday party that was full of the reasons he'd left her in the first place. She was happy too. A friend of theirs introduced her to a widow; he had a couple of boys a few years older than Abby and Alice. It was quite the thing to see the group together, but when he did see them, it was usually amid a pile of smiles and laughter. 

The party moved from the kitchen to the furnished and fully functional basement. Several groups corrugated together. Samuel headed over to the basement kitchen and began to work on steaks, burgers, and brats; the aroma made several mouths salivate. Victor was handed a beer and enclosed in hugs from several friends. His eyes caught the features of a couple that were engrossed in a conversation at the edge of the room. His face grew in a smile and he made his way to them. 

"Jake. Baker," Victor said, extending his hand and then pulling the first gentleman into a hug. He kissed his cheek and was rewarded with a kiss on his by Baker. 

"Vic, nice seeing you again," Jake said. He clinked his bottle of beer against Victor's and wished him a happy birthday. 

"Thanks. This is a surprise. Hell it's only been what, a couple of months since Sam and I were in Miami and we were meeting? I sure am surprised to see you guys here."

A hand ran up Victor's spine and he leaned back against the familiar touch. "I told them about your birthday and they said they'd be here," Samuel said letting his hand rest on Victor's back. "The food's almost ready, if you want to change out of the suit, I'll finish up a steak for you."

"All right," Victor replied. 

Samuel watched him leave and smirked over to Jake and Baker. "You know I love throwing him a party, but seeing him standing here with you two, brought back some memories and now I wish everyone would leave." 

The two men laughed as did Sam. Eventually they headed to the food and Samuel joined them. When Victor returned, he grabbed his food and made his way over to a young married couple that had been working with Samuel's company long before Victor joined. "Hey, Deb, Brian." 

"Vic," Brian nodded. "Enjoying your night?" 

"Yes, this was a surprise." 

"Well Samuel told us a couple of weeks ago he was planning it and we couldn't turn down an invitation for free food. How are things?" Deb asked. 

"Not bad. Pam's seeing someone. The councilor gave us a clean bill of health and we had our last session a couple of weeks ago. The kids are enjoying their new friends, Pam's boyfriend's kids," Victor told them. 

"That's good. I know it didn't go over well with my kids when I divorced and brought a new man into their lives," Deb told him.

"No, it was hard, but it has almost been a year and I really think we've come a long way. The girls and Michael have spent several weekends over here now, where in the beginning Pamela was adamant it would never happen. We're even looking into getting a bigger home, out in the country, so when Summer rolls around the kids can spend the summer with us and they'll be plenty of room for them to play." 

"Sounds like you and Samuel are set then?" Brian asked.

"I believe we are. We just take it one day at a time." 

A shout filled the room and the group of friends moved over to the center bar and surrounded a birthday cake shaped like a farm. In the center there was a "silo" and at the top a set of keys had been placed in the icing. "Looks like you got that home in the country," Deb whispered and pinched Victor's ribs. 

His gaze flew to Samuel's and his smile grew wide. "When?" he asked. 

"Closed just this morning. I've been working my ass off to keep secrets from you. Glad I don't have to any more." 

"How though? I never signed anything," Victor replied. 

"Sure you did. You sign papers every day at work. I just snuck a few in there." 

Victor laughed. "Good thing I trust you." 

"Fuck yay that was the first thing I thought when I watched you sign without reading. I decided right then and there no one was allowed to bring you papers but me, if you were going to just sign and not read," Samuel chuckled. 

"And here I thought you were just wanting to spend extra time with me." 

"That and save my company," Samuel said and then rolled his eyes. "Come on bud, folks are getting restless for their sugar fix."

The cake was quickly cut up and by the time everyone had a slice, it no longer resembled a country scene, but a deformed mass of chocolate fluff. The party quietly began to wind down and soon only a small group of people remained. Those too departed after giving the "birthday boy" hugs and handshakes, leaving Jake, Baker, Samuel and Vic to clean up. 

Victor wasn't an idiot. He knew that Jake and Baker would be staying with him and his lover. As soon as he saw the two men, he'd known it and he had spent most of his party in a perpetual state of horniness. Now as he walked around picking up beer cans and paper napkins he felt his stomach knotting in anticipation. He remembered how much he'd enjoyed his first experience with his lover and two other men and he looked forward to reliving that feeling of euphoria again. 

"Hey babe," Samuel said, running his hand over Victor's ass. "Head upstairs and climb in the hot tub. It's been heating up for the last few hours." 

"It's freezing outside, Sam." 

"That's why it's called a hot tub, you goof. Go on, you'll love it," Baker said, adding his two-cents worth. 

Victor chuckled and tossed the trash he'd collected into the can, under the sink and bounded up the stairs. He grabbed several towels and made his way to Samuel and his bedroom that also connected with the outdoor patio deck. He glanced outside and smiled. The deck had been shoveled clean, torches normally used during the summer were lit and the snow had stopped falling. He stripped off his clothes and took a deep breath. 

His cock went limp the second he stepped into freezing night air. It didn't take long to close the distance between him and the hot tub. He climbed in and his cold, goose bump-covered flesh, quickly warmed. Victor sank deep and let the water roll over his shoulders. His skin was pulled tight over muscles that he had been developing over the past several months. He closed his eyes and gave into the soothing relaxation that the steamy liquid provided. 

Time passed before Victor heard anyone or anything disturb the soft slumber that had overtaken him. He opened one eye and watched three men, all as naked as he had been when he walked out, come toward him. He sat up, with both eyes now open and smirked. "Looking a bit deflated there fellas." He nodded to the three limp cocks and heard the chuckling and cajoling that came from his three friends. 

Jake and Baker slid in as did Samuel. Victor watched their facial expressions change from frigid cold to welcomed ecstasy. He laughed, knowing full well he had probably made that same face. The three men eventually opened their eyes and looked at the man in front of them. 

"Did you enjoy the party?" Samuel asked, scooting himself closer to his lover and placing his arm around his shoulder. 

"I did. It was a great surprise, babe." Victor's hand came up and fingers eased into Sam's hair. He pulled him closer and slid his tongue over Samuel's open and eager mouth. Their lips pressed tightly together and the warm muscles swept along side each other, tasting and drinking the flavors of the night's activities. 

They pulled apart, each man feeling the effects of their kiss rush through them. Victor's hand trailed down Samuel's neck and over his shoulder, before skating down his chest. Samuel shuddered, enjoying the feel of his lover's fingers playing over his skin. 

The other couple in the hot tub watched, both had known Samuel for several years and were glad that he had found what they believed was Samuel's soul-mate. Samuel had struggled with lovers, sometimes finding himself too dominating and the men in his life not open to it. They liked Victor though, he was a mixture. It was obvious to them as they watched the two men kiss and touch that Victor was comfortable with being submissive, but when push came to shove he'd become the dominating voice in the relationship. 

Jake smiled and wrapped his hand around his lover's cock. He stroked it slowly as he watched Samuel suck on Victor's neck while Victor's hand dipped below the water. He heard Baker moan and knew that he too watched the show. Turning his head, he met Baker's hungry mouth with his and began to lap at his tongue with firm strokes and heady urges. 

Baker's cock jerked in his lover's hand and he moved his under the water to grip and toy with his testicles. He groaned when Jake increased his rhythm and felt his partner's tongue slide over his lips and then away from his mouth. He trembled when Jake began to nibble against his jaw and then suck on his neck. "They look hot; don't they?" he heard Jake whisper in his ear.

"Yay," he answered back with a thick groan. 

Jake began jerking his lover's cock faster and ran his mouth over Baker's slippery shoulder and bit the tender flesh. "Been a while since you've seen Vic's cock hasn't it, baby." 

Baker felt his eyes flutter as Jake jerked his tool. "Sit up here on the edge of the tub and let me suck that meat off," he heard Jake tell him. Baker dropped his balls and sat up on the edge of the hot tub. The steam rolled around him. The contrasting temperatures shocked his body, but with Jake's experienced hands Baker wasn't concerned. He watched his lover's mouth open and he spread his legs wide, welcoming the blanket of hot tissue and warm muscle that enveloped him.

Victor watched; his hard on became a nagging presence that throbbed in his partner's hands. Samuel glanced at their friends and his cock slapped against his stomach in anticipation for some erotic play. "Vic, I need you man." 

Vic groaned and felt his lover's fingers release his swollen member. He moved slid onto Samuel's lap. Sam aimed his dick head at the welcoming crack and ran it down the tight length. Vic moaned, reached back and grabbed a hunk of flesh in both hands, spread his cheeks wide and growled when he felt Samuel's hard cock slide across his puckered entrance. 

Baker watched the scene behind Jake play out. His muscles tensed and he started lifting his hips up and fucking his partner's face with hard thrusts. His hands curled around the edge of the hot tub and he used the rim as leverage for his upward assault on Jake's mouth. 

Jake sucked harder on Baker's dick, loving the feel of his driving force and the welcomed slam of cock head smacking against the back of his throat. He grabbed Baker's balls with one hand and squeezed them as his head bobbed up and down on the stiff rod. His other hand went under the water and he started hammering at his hard tool. Jake's desire grew more intense as he heard his lover's moans and the sounds of Victor, demanding Samuel fuck his ass. 

Victor felt his partner's dick ease into his entrance. The swollen head slipped in and then pushed past the tight rings until Samuel could take no more of Victor's teasing and he grabbed Vic's hips and slammed him down on his full meat. He dragged his partner's hips up and then down, letting his cock become enwrapped in the tight cavern of firm muscle. His cock felt as if a vise were clamped around it and wouldn't ease up. He groaned as Victor took over the depth and the speed at which they fucked. 

"Vic baby, oh fuck. Harder, oh God," Samuel shouted out. 

"Harder huh? You want me shoving you cock up my ass harder? How's this you slut?" Vic shouted back, ramming his rear down and taking every inch Sam offered. He felt his lover's balls rise up and bounce against him. He increased his thrusting, so he could experience the slap again and again. His cock was aching for release and one of his hands wrapped around it. He started stroking his meat as he bounced up and down on his partner. 

Jake still couldn't see what was going on, but from the sounds of things he knew Samuel was getting close to coming. He also knew the cock in his mouth was going to be spraying a hot load of milk deep down his throat, so he picked up speed and pressure. 

Baker was a blur as he drove into Jake's mouth. His cock was tight and his balls were hugged up against his flesh. "Jake. I'm gonna come, man. Oh fuck," he growled out and then felt his seed shoot out and fill his lover's mouth. 

He felt his partner suck every drop as he milked him and then he watched Samuel's expression and knew that Sam too had come in Victor's ass. "Ohhh...ohhh fuck man." 

Jake smirked and wiped his mouth of come; he looked over at Vic and Samuel. "You come yet?" he asked Vic. 

"No man," he muttered. "I need to come really bad. "You?" 

"Fuck no. I need it too." 

Samuel laughed and helped ease himself from Victor's ass. "I think you both can handle that." 

Victor smirked and rose from the water. His dick was rigid and pointing straight up. The hard member smacked his stomach as he walked over to the edge of the hot tub and climbed out. It wasn't long before he was in the bedroom, followed by the other men. His cock and Jake's were still hard, but not as thick as they had been when they had gotten out of the steamy water. The cold patio floor had done a number on them both. 

Vic watched Sam head to the bathroom and Jake raised a brow at the king size bed. The two men approached each other, both wanting the same thing and neither one embarrassed by the lust they both felt. Baker watched after taking a seat on the chair and lazily stroked his dick. 

Jake took Victor's hand in his and the two walked to the bed. "Happy Birthday Vic," Jake said and ran his fingers over the growing shaft. 

A moan escaped Victor's lips and he smiled, "Thanks. This is one of those birthdays' you don't mind having and you'd like to have them every fucking day." 

Jake laughed and agreed with him. He released the other man's dick and climbed onto the bed. He positioned himself in the middle and told Victor to give him is cock. Victor obliged and positioned himself over Jake's bronzed colored form. His mouth hovered over the other man's sex and his hard member swayed across Jake's lips. 

Baker's hands moved over his tool and began to grip it more firmly. He watched the pink tongues of both men trail simultaneously over their toys and he gritted his teeth in anticipation for more. He watched them both lift and slowly begin to take in the cocks. Inch by inch they disappeared down the respective throats, tongues sliding up and down shafts that were thickening and throbbing. His own cock was again showing signs of needing relief and he walked up to the bed. 

"Over here," Samuel said, having walked into the room, fresh from washing his cock. He tossed a tube of lubricant to Baker and the two men told Jake and Vic to ease up a minute while they moved into position. 

The two men complained, but were soon back to devouring each others cocks. Victor felt the cool lubricant on his ass and pushed back toward the firm hand that belonged to Baker. He looked up and grinned as he wiggled it a little, and then went back to plunging Jake's cock in and out of his mouth. 

Jake watched from under Victor's dick and balls as Baker lubed his cock and spread open Vic's ass. He took Victor's sex from his mouth and sucked on his balls. He then gazed up at Baker. "You come in his ass and then let me have some. Don't give him all of that come."

Baker winked and began to ease his member into Victor's tight entrance. Baker was standing at the side of the bed, the two men having moved to lay across it, so they all could play. He felt his ass being opened by two fingers and he growled as they slowly began to fuck him. He glanced back at Samuel and sneered. "Fuck me man, don't tease me." 

Samuel removed his fingers, lined up his dick and plowed into Baker, the lube eased the passage somewhat, but not enough and Baker hissed as he was forced into Victor's ass with one hard thrust. 

"Fuck!" Victor shouted, but squeezed the tool inside him and pushed back to let them know he wanted all of it. 

The two men began to drag their dicks in and out of the tight holes they were claiming until both were fucking in a blur. The two mouths were moving as fast as they could, each one wanting to drink the fluids of the other. Only sounds of men groaning and begging for more were heard as the group fucked faster and faster. Victor let his teeth graze Jake's sex and Jake returned the favor. Baker felt his balls tighten and knew he was about to shoot his come into Victor's tight ass.

Samuel grabbed Baker's hips drove one last thrust into his friend's ass and delivered a white rope of liquid satin into the tight cavern. Baker shouted and his come coated the walls of Victor's dark hole, then he quickly pulled it out, shooting a second stream over the hard ass cheeks and over Jake's eager mouth that was swallowing white milk from Victor's rod. Jake sprayed his juice into Victor's throat and felt his friend suck hard... milking another fiery stream free from his balls. 

The four men took their time breathing in air that their lungs were starving for. Eventually, Baker turned and kissed Samuel and Victor rolled to his back. Jake turned his body and crawled up Victor's hard figure and ran his come-covered tongue over Vic's lips. The two men kissed and then felt their partner's hands running up and down their legs. 

"So when is Sam's birthday?" Baker asked and then ran his finger over Victor's limp dick.