Watch, But Won't Touch

Something warm and wet was slowly waking me up. It was smooth and moving around my crotch, I realized as I continued to become more conscious and tried to understand what it was before I saw it. Then it really sank in that it was around my cock, and before I freaked out and shouted in horror as I jumped out of bed, I realized it had to be Sam and relaxed.

"Sam?" I asked as I turned my head to where I thought his face would be and slowly opened my eyes. Instead of looking into his eyes like I expected, I saw his hand as he wiped me up with a washcloth. A nice warm washcloth. I closed my eyes for a second before trying to find Sam's face again. I followed his hand to his shoulder and then just to the right I saw the top of his black head of hair. He appeared to be as naked as I was.

Sam was looking at what he was doing and was more focused on his self-assigned job than if I was awake or not. I was already spread open a little, but I shifted my butt and widened my legs a little more as I watched him. Sam bent his head and kissed my hip as he continued to clean me up. He was apparently in no rush to finish what he doing.

When the cloth got a little dry Sam removed it from my skin to drop it into a bowl or something on his side of the bed, on the floor, and picked up another one, this time yellow, as he goes back to cleaning every inch of skin between my knee caps and the ridge under my chest.

I swear it took him thirty minutes, but I can't say for sure since I nodded off a few times. I was regaining consciousness again and moaned as I felt good from Sam's slow jacking off of my cock with a wet washcloth. I don't think he was trying to get me off. Sam was moving too slowly, but his fingers would squeeze me in a pattern that he weaved into the rhythm of his slow fisting of my dick. So he wasn't just cleaning me but he also wasn't in a rush either. As I continued to become more aware, I felt this hot thing pressing into my thigh. It was his penis.

"Aaahh," I moaned softly as I felt my body kinda relax into the slow pace he had set. I felt tingly and awake, but so relaxed at the same time.

"I'm going to turn you over now," Sam told me when he let go of my cock. I felt his fingers and palms doing just that and he didn't seem to need or want me to help in any way. I reached my hand down and adjusted my dick as I settled down on my stomach. I was grateful that I wasn't fully hard yet.

When the washcloth touched my skin again it was warmer than the one before. I sighed as the heat seeped into me. Sam slowly moved his hand up and down my lower back as he moved from one side to the next. Then he graced my butt with another warm and wet cloth.

"Ah!" I gasped when he parted my cheeks and just lightly brushed the cloth against my puckered hole.

"Shhh," Sam told me as he kissed me a few times around my ass as he continued to wipe, wet, and soothed my well-fucked hole. How was I being relaxed and turned on I wondered when I pushed my ass back towards his hand.

"Calm down Richard," Sam said as I felt his cock being pressed into my thigh again. "I'm not trying to get you off. Just relax," he told me.

I tried to do what Sam said, but he continued to wipe me down as he slowly humped my thigh, my mind took me to places that got me breathing faster.

"Can you jerk me off?" I asked him when he intentionally or unintentionally, brushed the washcloth over the tip of my cock.

"Not yet," he answered as he paused to replace the washcloth. This time I heard water being poured and the cloth was much hotter this time as he moved it over the back of my thighs. "I'm almost done cleaning you off," Sam stated when he reached the back of my knees. Then he started going up again. I growled a little in frustration.

"You've been worked up all day. You should rest and not try to push anything," Sam tells me as he wipes at the creases where my ass meets my upper thighs.

"That's kinda hard to do when you're getting me horny," I tell him as I itch to feel his hand slide up my crack and massage my hole until I came all over the bed.

"Should I rub one out of you then?" Sam asked before he slipped a fresh washcloth between my cheeks. I gasped and gripped the sheets. "You are still so tense," I heard him say with his mouth just over my shoulder blade with his lips brushing against my skin.

Sam kissed me again as he pulled himself closer to my thigh.

"I guess I'm not very good at relaxing you," he lamented as he pulled his hand away again. I started to guess where Sam would place the new warmed-up washcloth since I forgot where he left off. I got kinda distracted by his cock that he was still slowly humping into my leg.

"OOOoohhhh," I moaned long and low when I felt a different kind of wetness as it was dripped down between my ass cheeks. I heard a bottle snap shut, then I felt Sam's hand as he moved his fingers as slowly as ever downwards, from the top of my ass crack to the back of my balls.

Sam made that path with slick fingers twice before he paused over my puckered hole to make circles around and around and around my opening. That relaxed my muscles enough to allow him to slide two fingers inside.

"See," I told him. "You can relax me," I explained.

"That wasn't the kind of relaxed I was going for," Sam confessed. "But it's working for me too," he added on as he started to finger fuck my ass. For his sake, I tried to stay still. I moaned and whimpered as his fingers slipped and slid in and out of my ass and around and across my prostate. His fingers weren't big enough to cause me pain, but I felt a building burn there nonetheless.

"That's it," Sam cooed into my neck as he ground his desperate cock into me. When I was almost there I started to fuck myself into the mattress and up onto his hand. Sam's breathing got harsher and I even felt his teeth as he pressed them into my shoulder.

"So close," I said as I picked up the pace and jerked my leg out of the tight grasp his thighs had on it on every up thrust. Before I had a chance to think that I might have hindered Sam from getting off he spoke up.

"Yes. Let's cum together," Sam says as his other hand tightens around me. "Call me daddy," he then tells me. My eyes are screwed tight as I felt myself getting ready to explode.

"Do you just want me to say your name, daddy?" I asked him even as my body shuddered as I remembered Jimmy asking me to do the same thing earlier today. Like I called out that first night when my Dad was there. He watched as I was fucked by all of them. "Or do you want me to ask you to fuck me harder?" I asked him as I felt the bed under my cock get even wetter.

"Fuck yes daddy," I half-shouted as Sam's hand started to move faster. My insides were oiled from what Sam used to glide his way in. He hit my prostate but slid right over the surface again and again. My ass hole pulsed, burned, and tingled and it all felt great as my balls told me they were going to blow.

"Daddy I'm Cumming!" I shouted into the room even as the back of my thigh felt Sam's hot cum as it left his body. My body strained as I continued to cum while my mind couldn't tell if I meant Sam or my Dad with my last statement. Sam's fingers still walked across and played with my prostate as he laid over me huffing as he came down from his climax.

"Stop," I told him as I started to twitch in a few places.

"Why do you want me to stop?" Sam asked me as he changed his fingers somehow and my balls tried to squeeze their way into my dick.

"AAAHHH!" I shouted. It shouldn't have felt as good it did.

"Just a little more," Sam said as he eased his body off mine and pushed his thigh between my legs, pushing me to sit on his fingers as they continued their sexual torture. Sam pulled me up from the bed I was gripping onto.

"I-I caann'tt," I stuttered as I fell back against his chest and my body started to come apart.

"Yes, you can baby," Sam whispered into my ear. I somehow felt his other arm as it moved around my side. Before I could think or care about what it was going to do, I felt my cock explode before the rest of me.

"AAAAHHH!" I shouted with the force of a boom as I shot up off his thigh and onto my knees with my head laying back on Sam's shoulders.

"That's my boy," I heard Sam say before I felt his hands moving me to lay down again. Everything was dark, then everything was quiet.

There was no sunlight coming through the large window when I woke up again. I could just remember seeing orange-tinted light streaming through the curtains from earlier. Sam was still here and moving his fingers through my hair. I looked in his direction to find him laying on the bed at my side. Maybe that is what woke me up, I wondered as he now moved those fingers slowly through my hairline.

"What time is it?" I asked without looking for any clocks.

"Does it matter?" Sam asked me as his fingers moved down my face.

"Did I sleep most of your hour away?" I then asked, feeling bad since I thought I already had.

"I stopped the clock when you were sleeping. You needed your rest and time to recover," Sam replied before he reached for something on my other side. "There, it's going again," he tells me before leaning in for a kiss. And we kissed and kissed. It was also as slow as the jerking he gave me earlier.

"How much time do you have left," I managed to ask once he allowed us to separate. Sam looked past me for a moment.

"We have eight-teen minutes and twenty-nine seconds," he informed me.

"Are we going to kiss our time away?" I asked as I raised my hand to touch his hair. My fingers easily sank into its softness. This was the first time where the darker contrast wasn't on my side. Somehow he managed to have big hair or was it just thick? I smiled as I pulled my hand out and tried to touch the strands.

"We could," Sam tells me even as his hand migrated downwards moving the sheet, he must have placed over me, out of the way. He went past my chest, and beyond my waist until he got to my dick that was still mostly asleep. "I was hoping to be kissing this until my time was up," Sam enlightened me.

"You don't want to actually fuck me?" I asked him. All the others did. "My ass is feeling better," I told him without really thinking about it.

"It should. I rubbed enough aloe and coconut oil down there," Sam tells me even as he brushes his hand around my crotch area and along my penis. "Besides, fucking you now would just undo most of that," he continued as he slid under my dick and twirled a finger around the head of my dick. "I don't have to fuck you to enjoy our time together, but feel free to fuck me all you want," Sam ended as he slid his body down mine to lick at my dick that he had fully awakened with all his touching.

Once again Sam was taking his time. I don't think he knows how to do sex quickly. That sparked a memory that I just as quickly filed away for later as I was pulled into his mouth. About five minutes into the tongue bath he was giving my dick, I felt the bed as it moved with his body as he now humped his cock into the sheets. I spread my legs wide and gripped his long black hair as I held on and enjoyed what he was doing. When his alarm sounded and he hadn't gotten me off yet I took the matter into my own hands and held his head still as I thrust up into his mouth. He wasn't going as slowly as when he started, but he wasn't going as fast as he needed.

His fingers now gripped my ass as I lifted it off the bed. With my feet planted on either side of his body and his arms wrapped around my thighs, I now fucked him.

"Come on you cock sucking daddy," I taunted him as I started to come unglued. "You love hot young dicks don't you?" I continued. "OH FUCK!" I shouted as I came into his mouth. Sam moaned before he sucked hard on my quivering body by way of my dick, before swallowing my cum and licking it clean.

I thanked God silently when Sam let my cock loose and kissed his way up my body with my legs still straddling his body. If he wanted to push me some more, like he did the first time, I didn't think I would have had the strength to stop him.

Sam laid his head on my chest after he slowly licked around a nipple.

"You came?" I asked him once I could speak evenly. I had matched his speed as I moved my hand through his hair again with half the energy I had left.

"Of course," he answered quietly before his lips kissed my skin again. I laid there feeling everything as my body made its way back to being normal. "I didn't know you had such a filthy mouth," he told me with a slight chuckle. "It helped," he added on.

"That reminds me," I said as that thought I had earlier came back to me.

"Mm?" Sam asked.

"How come you've been so slow today when we could have gotten off in the car if we had four more minutes?" I asked him as I continued to look up at the ceiling.

"Just different situations," Sam told me a moment later. I was too tired to push. His answer was good enough. I closed my eyes for a moment. "I had been looking at you all night," Sam continued on his own. "I watched as you copped a feel with Robin and Jimmy. Then twice in the car with Alic. By the time I was able to taste you, I'd been edging …