Antony and Sam, Old Friends Reunited

“I bet you did.” He smiles then leans in and kisses me softly on the lips before letting my face go and stepping back. He laughs at my dumbfounded jaw-dropped face then lunges towards me and we both fall in the pool.

Had I not been so caught off guard by the kiss and the fact that I’m now in the pool I wouldn't have wriggled away so quickly, feeling that big dick slide across my thigh.

I emerge from the water and rub my eyes, coughing slightly.

He just looks at me with a cheeky grin. God those dimples! I splash him. He splashes back. I lunge towards him gripping his shoulders trying to dunk him. He's definitely stronger and bigger than me but his foot slipped and I got him under.

As he swam back to the surface I could swear I felt his tongue glide along my upright shaft.

He looks at me expectantly. Not sure what to do, I raise an arm and sniff my pit.

“Still ripe and reek like piss”

“Good!” he chuckles before swimming over to the ledge and grabbing the glasses of tequila and handing me one.

“Never have I ever licked a dick.”

“Back to this?” I roll my eyes.

“Never have I ever licked a dick,” he says again more sternly.

I exaggeratedly take a sip of my tequila and he slyly smiles as he takes a sip of his.

“I thought I felt something!”

I can't help the astonished look or giant smile on my face. He laughs in a sheepish way that is making my heart melt.

His back was against the ledge. I take a step closer so that we’re only about a foot apart. This is my shot, if I ever had one, this was it. My fear of rejection had me paralyzed at the idea of making the first move, if it ended horribly it wouldn’t be the first time. I look him dead in his beautiful eyes and take a deep breath before I open my mouth.

“Never have I ever kissed a man on the lips.”

“U prick, you're trying to get me drunk!”

He rolls his eyes as we both take a sip of tequila.

“Never have I ever… wanted to kiss a guy again?” he says flatly.

This is it... if he takes a sip, it's on! I know there is no reason for me to hesitate at this point but this is the final sign that I'm gonna get Sammy Reynolds to fuck me tonight.

I can’t help the obvious disappointment on my face as I start to lift my glass, alone. He's just staring at me, arm in place with no sign of lifting the glass he is holding.

Next thing I know, his hand is around my waist as I swallow and our lips are smashed against each other. I feel his tongue push into my mouth and I take it, his arms are holding my waist tight. I can feel the heat from his solid body pressed against mine, our cocks smashed between us. To say I felt sparks would be a disservice to the electricity coursing between us.

I don’t know if we made out for five seconds or five minutes but I know when he loosened his grip and pulled his lips away it felt all too soon.

He gives me a sheepish grin as he picks up his glass and finally takes a sip.

“You're the prick!" I say after I regain my composure with a shit-eating grin plastered on my face.

"So…remember when you asked 'Never have I ever had a crush on anyone at St Matthew's and I plead the fifth?“

"Yeah…”

“It was you.”

“Oh, I know it was," he says matter of factly.

“WHAT? no, you didn’t!”

“Yes, I did!”

“How?!?!”

“Well… remember how I told you I could always see your drawings and doodles."

“Yeah…”

“There was a time you drew a heart with your name and S. Rey. before immediately scribbling it out.”

“Fuck I don’t even remember that.”

“I didn’t either but when I remembered who you were yesterday at the storage unit, I remembered that plus how you would always blush when I said hi to you in the hallways. That and how you wrote in my yearbook 'Sammy, you’re a cool guy. See you in September' with a tiny heart over Antony.”

“So you’ve been thinking about me.”

He chuckles and says "Yeah, I guess you could say that."

There is a quiet moment as we both stare at each other.

“I think we should have more beer…” he says finally breaking the silence.

“Sure…” I go to walk away and he pulls my arm back and gives me a peck, followed by a big smile.

I smile back, giddy as a school girl, or should I say closeted school boy.

“So… beer?” he asks again.

I splash him and walk back towards the stairs.

“Dat ass doe,” he calls out at me as I ascend the stairs in that straight bro-y accent.

I arch my back and jiggle my ass at the top of the stairs looking back over my shoulder. He whistles like a construction worker at a girl in a short skirt and it makes me blush.

I go to the mini fridge in the outdoor bar and it's empty. I head into the pool house and grab two more Stella's and two bottles of water. I take a second to chug some water and take a deep breath of gratitude for what's happened today already. I'm kind of nervous to go back outside. I finish the bottle of water, grab another and walk back to the pool. My dick has been leading the way all fucking day, to the point I forget it's just sticking straight out.

Sam is sitting at the edge of the pool smoking a cig. His broad hairy chest glistens in the slowly setting sun. I hand him his beer and a water and he smiles in gratitude. I sit next to him and take the cig out of his hand and take a drag. He opens his bottle of water and chugs it down as I watch his Adam's apple bounce.

A satisfied “Ahh” escapes his soft lips, the ones that were just kissing me earlier.I feel his arm slide behind me as he places his hand on the warm stone just behind my ass. He takes a sip of beer and I feel his thumb lightly grazing the top of my crack.

“I appreciate you being chill…about… well you know..”

“What do you mean?”

“This... like... well..."

His words are caught and I can't help but notice how cute he is in a vulnerable way I hadn't yet seen. I lay my hand on his thick, hairy thigh, hoping to calm him down. I knew what he was trying to get at. Kissing a man is obviously very new to him let alone the raunchy acts we've been teasing each other with all day. I stay quiet and stroke his thigh gently, knowing it's best to let him speak when he's ready.

"So there was this one time I met a guy at a bar next to a roadside motel I was going to crash at as I was driving back cross country to take care of Dad…”

His head hung down heavy as he began to speak, ”I knew he was hitting on me… but didn't think too much of it as we shot the shit… It was right after my ex-wife moved out. I was sitting there just drinking my pain away from the pending divorce and having to uproot my life to take care of my dying father when he sat down next to me.

The guy was nice enough company and we got pretty tanked together on shots of cheap whiskey he kept buying. After last call, he asked if I wanted to have another at his place explaining he lived just across the street. He was easy to talk to, decently attractive, and, since I wasn't really thinking straight, I agreed and we stumbled across to his place.

Once we got in his door, I sat down on his couch, not really sure what to do or if I really wanted to be there. His apt was a mess and the couch was dingy but I was too drunk to care. He went to the kitchen and poured our drinks, came back and handed me mine, and said he was going to use the bathroom. I felt uncomfortable but didn’t want to be rude, so I waited, choking down the cheap double pour of vodka from a mug.

He came out a minute later fully naked and carrying a clear pipe and sat right next to me. I didn’t know what to do so I just tossed back the rest of my drink while he took a long drag from his pipe. I had seen people smoking crack in movies so figured out that's what he was heating up from the way he held the lighter and the smoke filled the glass. I don’t even remember what he said after he exhaled, maybe he offered me a hit, but I jumped up, thanked him but told him I forgot I had a meeting to get to in the morning and flew out of there.

I ran back across the street and locked myself in my motel room. I barely slept because I was too nervous he was going to try to get in or something.”

I squeezed my hand on his thigh… not sure what to say as he sighed.

“I guess… well I guess I have always been curious, hell, more than curious about fooling around with a guy… but I spent my life trying to be the guy everyone expected of me, especially my dad… but that… that felt wrong and really turned me off. I was so freaked out after that night I pushed all the thoughts of ever hooking up with a dude out of my mind.

After Dad passed, I felt the pressure to take over his business and stay here on the other side of the country from my kids, but I started to feel relief too, his expectations of me and of myself died along with him. He was a great man but fuck, he was a hard ass.

I started to find myself watching more bi porn, then some gay porn, reading articles about gay men. I even downloaded an app, but it was all so much. Everything felt so aggressive and overwhelming I didn't know what to do.”

He took a deep breath.

“I think… well… I know… that I’m into dudes, but honestly, I’m terrified by how turned on I am, especially after today with you. And you've been awesome, really. I appreciate your patience. I'm scared, and intimidated... and...”

Sam starts weeping, tears streaming down his high cheekbones as they turn into a full-on inconsolable cry as he holds his face in his hands. I have no idea what to say or do other than wrap my arms around his shoulders and pull him towards me. His hands squeeze my waist as he unleashes what I can only imagine years of built-up shame, guilt, grief, and frustration from admitting this out loud to someone. His body heaving against me as he let out loud cries of pain.

He finally calms down a bit and takes some deep breaths. I hold him tight and stroke his hair. My heart is so heavy from his words I can’t help but feel my own eyes well up. He takes a deep breath, lets out a sigh and sits up abruptly. One hand slides across his shoulder and I hold it there, softly kneading his tense muscles under his warm flesh. He uses the back of his palm to wipe his eyes and nose.

“Sorry,” he whispers.

“Nothing to be sorry for…” I say softly.

“Not even for the fact that I snotted all over your shoulder…”

“Well… I’m not that much of a pig but...”

He starts laughing and crying at the same time.

I lean back and grab the towel on the ground behind us and hand it to him. He smiles at me and wipes my shoulder before wiping his face and making a deep sighing groan into the towel. He puts it down, looks at me, smiles, then rolls his eyes, and dramatically slips into the pool.

As his head submerges, I take a deep breath and wipe my own eyes. So many thoughts explode in my head. ‘No wonder he felt uncomfortable with “sir”’, ‘He’s into guys! I have a shot of riding that huge cock.’ Holy shit, did he just come out?’ I felt like my head was going to combust from all the information and mixed feelings and new possibilities.

I watch him splash around. My heart is swollen with emotion for this man.

He swims up to face me. Looking up at me, his eyes are slightly red which just increases their intensity.

“You’re gonna leave me alone in my time of need?”

I open my mouth to respond but before I can form my words he grabs my hand and pulls me into the pool on top of him. When I get my balance I pull him into me and wrap my arms around his broad frame.

He responds with a tense hug but when he pulls away and I don't let go he stops resisting and melts into me.

I hold him. He lets me. His strong arms wrap around me and his embrace gets stronger.

After a few deep inhales he loosens up and I let go. He looks at me. I touch his face and look into his eyes with a warm smile.

“It’ll be ok,” I say softly.

He smiles and kisses me tenderly, not like the way he did earlier in our aggressively passionate makeout session. He leans his forehead against mine. I think this is the most intimate moment I’ve ever had with any man or even anyone, ever.

“It already is,” he whispers before leaning in for another kiss.

This one is different, tender still, yet more intense at the same time. Our tongues wrestle as our hands grope and squeeze each other, pulling our bodies closer together. I can feel his dick grow to full mast again as it grinds into mine. His hands slide down and grip my ass as I wrap my legs around him.

He breaks the kiss but not his embrace as he pants.

I hold still, not sure what else to do. Keeping him close but not because of the same fears from before, I’m not worried he’ll reject me, or worse, at the moment, but because I want him to feel safe. There will be time to make more moves soon enough, that I am sure of, but this is obviously not the time.

Somehow, in the last however many hours, plus the reignited feelings from freshman year, I feel intense… dare I say, love... for this man?

His face is cradled in my neck, I can feel his warm heavy breaths on it until he pulls away from me

“Can we get back to the fun part?” He asks with his devilish grin back on his face, staring back at me.

'You don't even know what you're in for' I think to myself as I smile, ready for our drunken fun to continue!

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