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Chapter 3 – “I’m Taking You Home”

David could feel the cold morning breeze on the other side of the window glass as he leaned his head against it. His eyes glanced through as Samuel veered the car into his grandparents’ driveway, stopping just in front of their house. He turned the engine off and slanted into his seat, allowing a deafening stillness to take over. David kept staring out the window, his face concealed by his hoodie.

“David, we’re here.” Samuel uttered, unsure if the boy was awake or not.

“Yeah.” David replied, his voice layered with despondency. He finally turned to face Samuel, his eyes scanning him, showcasing an uncharacteristically timorous demeanor. “When can I see you again?” The boy questioned.

“David…” Samuel muttered, trying desperately to tame his blunt nature and pick his words wisely. “We talked about this.” He reasoned.

“I know. But you said I could drop by anytime.” The boy reminded Samuel, much to his nuisance. “Besides, I can’t stop thinking about sucking your cock again.” David lustfully teased.

“Jesus, David.” Samuel blurted out, unable to prevent a nervous chuckle from escaping his mouth. David’s voice felt like a smooth tongue sliding across his neck, and his dick was hardening inside his sweatpants. “You have your life. Your friends.” Samuel redirected.

“They’re boring. I wanna be with you.” David replied, coasting his head on his seat, his eyes still locked on Samuel and a playful smirk pushing through.

“What?” Samuel questioned as he darted around, his eyes trying desperately to avoid David’s deep blue gaze flashing at his engorged crotch.

“Nothing.” David responded, attempting to cage his giggles.

Samuel’s hands stretched forward and gripped the steering wheel, clasping it. He glanced at David as a rush of euphoria washed over his body, and despite his best efforts, the truth was, all he could think about was having the boy’s lips girded around his shaft again.

“Exactly.” David uttered, grinning. Samuel’s eyes flared, taken aback by David’s momentarily unforeseen telepathic abilities. Then, his surprise melted into a smile, surprisingly tender.

“I’ll pick you up on Friday.” Samuel uttered as David’s body squirmed in his seat, a bubbling radiance taking hold of him. Samuel chuckled softly. “Now get the fuck out of my car.” He razzed.

David smiled, and for a brief moment, it seemed he was about to lean into Samuel. But he hesitated, taking his hand to the door, opening it, and hopping out. He closed it behind him and walked around the car, knocking on Samuel’s window. Samuel lowered it slowly, turning his head to face David, whose blue eyes locked on his mouth while his tongue skimmed over his plump lips. Samuel’s dick pulsed inside his pants as David leaned in, seemingly determined to go for a kiss. But he didn’t. He just wavered there.

“I’ll text you later.” David declared, stepping back and marching off, bearing an understated smile.

“Don’t…” Samuel muttered, annoyed. “This fucking kid…” He whispered, chuckling at David’s wilful spirit.

As the boy strode away, Samuel noticed the lights on the first floor popping on, and as David reached the door, his grandmother showed up, looking testy and upset. He could hear her muffled voice cackling in the distance, skimming at his car as she dragged her grandson inside.

“Hey, old hag.” Samuel whispered, turning the keys on the ignition and driving off.

He arrived at his apartment complex and was parking the car in the garage when he received a text from David.

“I can still taste your cum in my mouth. D.”

Samuel chuckled, a soft smirk emerging.

For the remainder of the week, Samuel didn’t leave his flat, barely showered, hunched over his desk as his fingers punched viciously and vigorously on the keyboard. Thursday arrived, and he had scheduled to meet Jonathan at their favored coffee shop. They had been there for three hours already, shrouded in a cloud of smoke as Jonathan leafed through the more than 130 pages of Samuel’s manuscript.

“This is the first draft?” Jonathan questioned, eyes peeking over the pages, his hand clutching a fat cigar from the ashtray as he took a deep whiff.

“Yeah. I rushed.” Samuel replied, his hands in his pockets, body sloped on his chair, looking bored.

After a brief moment, a young waitress approached their table.

“Is everything ok? Can I get you anything else?” She politely asked.

“We’re busy. Leave.” Jonathan mumbled, his eyes locked on the pages.

Samuel looked at the timid waitress and shrugged, winking at her as he tried to ease her discomfort, discreetly signaling her to step away.

“So?” He asked, sighing as he tilted his head back, stretching his arms outwards, flexing out all those hours sitting down.

Jonathan piled all the pages, tucking them neatly on the table, his fingers sanding Balıkesir Escort them as he pondered. His eyes finally lifted.

“This is riveting, Sam. Your best work yet.” He said with contained excitement. Samuel smiled. “If you pull this off, it’ll be a hit.” He stated.

Jonathan paused, the cigar hovering between his fat fingers.

“This…isn’t autobiographical, is it?” He probed, leaning over the table, his arms crossed over the manuscript. Samuel sat there in silence. “Shit…” Jonathan muttered.

“Don’t.” Samuel stated, looking around uncomfortably.

“Fine. I’ll leave that to your shrink.” Jonathan scoffed, brushing off the topic. “This thing right here will make us a lot of money.” He stated, drumming the pile with his index finger. “Maybe even a Pulitzer.” He murmured, peeking around as if someone could hear them.

“Don’t get carried away.” Samuel sounded, his voice neutral and calming.

“You got your groove back, kid. I’m proud of you.” Jonathan declared, smiling. “Can I keep this?” He asked, lifting the manuscript. Samuel nodded. Jonathan picked up his briefcase and tossed the pile inside, closing it and placing the brief between his legs.

“So…how’s David?” Jonathan teased, a malicious smirk on his lips.

“I said don’t.” Samuel threatened, his face flushed.

“Fine. Fine.” Jonathan replied while chuckling, his hands detained in the air. “Whatever gets you writing.” He razzed. “Are you around for the weekend?” He questioned.

“Hum…yeah. I’ll stay in town.” Samuel said elusively, his mind wandering as he looked at the clock.

“Then I’ll see you on Saturday at the opening?” Jonathan questioned, to Samuel’s addled semblance. “Sam, tell me you didn’t forget about Natalie’s vernissage…” He commented.

“Fuck, is that this weekend?” Samuel uttered. “I’ll stop by, don’t worry.” He confirmed.

“Good. I’ll see you there then. I’m out.” Jonathan informed, getting up, his large tummy driving the table slightly forward as he fist-bumped his friend.

Samuel sat there, his fingers scraping the wooden table as he pondered. Ever since that night at the beach house, he hadn’t been able to keep David off his mind, despite avoiding any contact with the boy or returning any of the several messages sent by him. But every time Samuel closed his eyes, images of David’s lips stretched around his cock, his deep blue eyes looking at him, teasing his cum out would spring to mind. And as much as he didn’t want to admit it, the truth was that Samuel was beginning to miss David’s presence. And he couldn’t wait to go pick him up the next day.

That evening, as he sat at his desk typing, a scotch and a lit cigarette ready by the side, Samuel’s concentration was cut short by the sound of the intercom buzzing. He stood up and walked to the door, pressing the small button.

“Yeah?” Jonathan said.

“Mr. Barclay, sorry to bother you, sir. There’s someone for you in the lobby.” A soft male voice announced.

“I’m not expecting anyone.” Samuel refuted. There was a brief silence.

“It’s a young man, sir. He says he knows you. He’s being very adamant.” The male voice whispered, almost like a secret.

“Shit.” Samuel uttered, tipping his forehead on the door as he exhaled. “I’ll be right down.” He stated.

He quickly put on his shorts, hoodie and took the lift. As he entered the building’s lobby, he saw David sitting on a sofa. Both he and the concierge stood up at the same time.

“Mr. Barclay, I tried to explain you don’t get visitors at these hours…” The skittish young man endeavored to clarify.

“It’s ok, Brian.” Samuel uttered as he stood there, his hands inside the side pockets of his jumper, wearing flip-flops and his burly fuzzy thighs pushing through his shorts. David’s eyes roamed around his crotch. He looked at the boy for a second, waiting until his eyes finally rose to meet his. He felt like scolding David, but Brian’s presence prevented him. “C’mon.” He said, motioning with his head for David to follow.

David had been uncharacteristically quiet until now, but his smile finally erupted once Samuel permitted him to follow him up. He clutched his backpack from the couch and rushed over to him.

“Nice to meet you, Brian.” He mocked as he walked by the young doorman, who looked utterly baffled.

By the time David reached the elevator, Samuel was already inside, waiting with his thumb pressed against the button, holding the door open. Once David was in, he closed it, and they leaned against the walls opposite each other.

“I said I’d pick you up tomorrow.” Samuel stated sternly.

“I wanted to surprise you.” David teased, his eyes scanning Samuel’s face.

“I don’t like surprises.” Samuel shot back, his eyes drilling through the boy’s head.

“I…” David uttered but was interrupted by the elevator door opening.

Samuel rambled off, and David followed as they walked across a small corridor toward a large door. Samuel swiped the card key and opened it, Balıkesir Escort Bayan standing there as he held the door for David. The boy went inside, his eyes wandering around, a captivated gaze as he scoured every nook and cranny. Then his eyes locked on the giant glass window that occupied the entire north wall, showcasing a panoramic view of the city. David stood there, marveling as the city lights caromed over his blue eyes.

“You want something to drink?” Samuel invited from behind the small kitchenette adjacent to the living room.

“No.” David replied, his eyes fixated on the glass window. He let his backpack fall by the side of his arm and tossed it on the couch before him. “Everyone in that building can see you.” He commented, turning his blue eyes to meet Samuel, who couldn’t help but softly sigh at how beautiful they were.

“Probably.” Samuel uttered, chugging a small shot of whisky, then refilling the glass with roughly two fingers of quencher.

“Have you had anyone over?” The boy asked, a certain trepidation in his voice.

“Maybe.” Samuel replied, his face hidden by the overall gloom surrounding the flat. Still, from where he stood, he could see the dismay on David’s face. “What are you doing here, David?” He questioned, his cock hardening inside his shorts as he looked at the boy’s lips.

David’s eyes fled sideways, wandering around the room for a while before finally returning to Samuel.

“I missed you.” David admitted, his voice soft and soothing. Samuel’s chest caved, his eyes closing as he fought the urge to rush over to the boy. “Are you upset?” He asked.

“No.” Samuel replied. David’s lips stretched slightly, showcasing a reluctant smile.

Samuel stood there, gazing at David from the other side of the room. His chest pumped blood into his body with such force that he could feel the thumping inside his ears. Suddenly, David pulled his hoodie off, his smooth, chiseled stomach momentarily exposed, and his blue eyes locked on Samuel. Then he pulled his shirt off, his upper body bare as the lights from the building on the other side of the street lit it. Samuel could see David’s hard cock under his sweatpants as the boy rubbed over it playfully.

“Take them off.” Samuel uttered, the words fleeing his mouth almost unwillingly. Behind the kitchen counter, his hand rubbed his cock busily.

David smiled, slid his fingers under the buckle of his pants, and pulled them down. As he straightened himself, his dick bounced forward, dangling as his hand stroked it. David’s body was perfect, a sight to behold, Samuel thought.

“I could write a whole novel…” Samuel mumbled as he scanned the boy.

David started grazing his other hand over his torso, teasing his nipples and skimming his fingers around his belly button. Samuel felt inebriated by David’s gaze, body, and presence. There was no logic or reason, but something was happening between them. Samuel took off his shirt, tossing it over the counter, pulling his shorts and kicking them to the side. He turned the corner, unveiling his 9-inch beast from under the shadow that concealed it. David’s eyes sparkled, and his face lit up. Samuel walked over to the boy, his eyes locked on David’s heavy blues. He stopped near him, letting his body fall on the couch, his arms spread outwards. David turned to him, his attention on Samuel’s shaft, his mouth slightly opened as his tongue slid gently over his lips.

“Did you miss it?” Samuel asked, his voice low and guttural. David nodded and released a soft giggle. “Then get to it, boy.” Samuel ordered, his cock palpitating between his legs, clamoring for David’s lips.

David kneeled and immediately took his mouth to it, gobbling 5 inches, his tongue sliding delicately underneath, his moans chaperoning his movements, and his eyes looking up at Samuel, almost thankful for the pleasure he was providing. Inside David’s mouth, Samuel’s cock was already melting, his precum merging with the boy’s spit, and as David’s head moved around, Samuel could feel a scent of star anise brush under his nose very softly. His head fell back, and his hands went straight to David’s head, grabbing his hair. Samuel began to thrust deeper inside the boy’s mouth, pleasantly surprised how he had not only picked up on what they had done the last time but had also improved. David’s mouth felt like a tight pussy, engulfing his whole cock, the walls of the boy’s mouth hugging it like a viper. Samuel halted his thrusts, but to his surprise, David kept going, mimicking his partner’s momentum.

“Slow down, David. You’ll make me cum.” Samuel warned as David’s mouth became tighter and tighter, his lips sliding ferociously along Samuel’s shaft.

But the boy seemed relentless in his pursuit to pleasure Samuel. He glanced down, trying to catch David, but all he found was the boy’s hair and his head as it bounced up and down, and from behind it, the most sensual slurping and moaning sound. David’s low voice seemed fused with a gentle, almost feminine Escort Balıkesir tone. Samuel’s hand grasped the boy’s head, and as he felt himself reaching his orgasm, he started pulling David away, only to be met by a growling, irate sound like a dog fending a bowl of food.

“Fuck…fuck…FUCK!” Samuel hollered, snapping his head back.

Suddenly he felt a cold draft on his cock. He towed his head up just in time to catch David falling back, a loud gasp erupting from his mouth. The boy coughed, taking his left hand to his mouth while his right stroked his cock, his eyes on Samuel, loitering on him.

He leaned forward and stood up, hovering in front of Samuel for a moment, then took a few steps and saddled him, his smooth bubble butt smoothing on Samuel’s fuzzy legs. There wasn’t even time for Samuel’s brain to catch up as his hands slid over David’s thighs and grabbed his ass. Samuel couldn’t believe how amazing the boy’s peach felt in his hands. His right hand stretched in the air and lunged back, slapping it vigorously, making David bend forward. His smooth, broad chest fell over Samuel’s face, and he could feel his partner’s nose gasping his skin. Then felt Samuel’s tongue slide over his chest, clumsily searching for his nipple. He quickly found it, and David couldn’t contain the soft moan that shot from his mouth just as Samuel nibbled on it with his tongue. He could also feel Samuel’s cock poking between his cheeks, sliding up and down his crack, his precum moistening his skin.

David tried to pull away, but every time he did, Samuel’s arms would slide from his ass into his lower back, locking him and pushing him closer. David chuckled, inebriated by Samuel’s yearning. His mind began to blank as he felt Samuel’s lips and tongue move around his chest into the other nipple, and as it started to wiggle over it, David clenched his fingers around Samuel’s neck. His dick rubbed against Samuel’s abdomen, precum oozing from it.

The longer their bodies bordered, the deeper their connection plunged. Suddenly David grabbed Samuel’s thick dark brown hair and yanked his head back, forcing the stud’s eyes on him.

“Sam?” David asked.

“Yeah?” Samuel replied, looking puzzled and flushed.

“…slow down.” The boy pleaded, his eyes glistening.

“What…?” Samuel muttered, nonplused.

Then David leaned into him and took his lips to his ear.

“Fuck me like you would fuck someone you love.” David whispered. As he did, Samuel felt a teardrop tumble on his shoulder.

Samuel’s heart caved. And it was only when the boy’s words broke the rapturing silence between them that Samuel finally realized. David was hurting. He had been his whole life. And in that moment, that untamed young man, able to bring out the worst in him, was there, vulnerably requesting for the best of him, clamoring for Samuel to save him from himself, his pain, anguish, and misery. No words he had ever written were as tragic and beautiful as those. And as he gazed into David’s heavy blues, something finally shifted inside Samuel, and for the first time in his life, he became speechless.

He leaned forward, holding David in his embrace, his eyes closed in complete bliss. His head to the side, sloping on the boy’s chest, his ear capturing every heartbeat and every blood pump. There he was, equally vulnerable and willing to give himself to David.

He pulled his head back and gazed at the boy’s nipple again. This time, Samuel was taking his time. Scanning every inch of it, how it moved with David’s chest as he exhaled, and how the soft pink skin around it prickled every time his breath coated it. Samuel leaned in and slid his tongue over it, feeling it stick out immediately. Then he began teasing it, wiggling his tongue over it. David’s head fell back, his hands gripping harder around Samuel’s neck. He was doing something right, Samuel thought. He lingered there, teasing and gently sucking on David’s pecs and nipples, inebriated by the boy’s scent and taste.

As he proceeded, he felt David’s hips move over his pelvis, his ass cheeks rubbing against Samuel’s cock, which nestled under it. The boy was slowly teasing his monster, braving new territory, unleashing soft moans as he did. With each thrust of David’s hips, Samuel felt a surge of heat emanating from his girdle disperse through his body, exploding in his chest. He had never felt this kind of surge in his life. This bottled tension and unbridled desire were both frightening and alluring. And the longer he held to David’s body, the harder it became for Samuel to let go. David was transforming him irreparably. And Samuel was voluntarily allowing him.

“Samuel…” David whispered.

“Yeah?” Samuel muttered, consumed by lust.

“I wanna know what it feels like…” David uttered, leaning into Samuel’s neck and kissing it, his lips nibbling on it gently. “…to have you inside me.” He moaned.

“Are…you sure?” Samuel stuttered, his heart beating rapidly, all his senses heightened with expectation. He felt David’s head nod as it nestled inside his neck.

“Just be gentle.” David implored, with a gentleness in his voice that demilitarized Samuel.

His hand moved up the boy’s back, gently caressing it. Samuel had never felt so close to anyone before, and this feeling was foreign, overwhelming.

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