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  He pulled away from Gordy and gave him a kiss. Sam settled back into his seat and stared at the monolithic building in front of him. Gordy was worrying when Sam started to talk. “This place has dominated my life. That ends now.” He grinned at Gordy, grabbed his nipple and twisted it. “I’m ready to have fun!”

  Gordy jumped then tried to retaliate. But Sam had the car in gear, shot out of the parking lot and onto the street. “Hey, hey. No messing with the driver.”

  Gordy tried a few more times to even the score but relaxed against the seat and watched the scenery roll past. Gordy was beginning to wonder where they were going when Sam started talking. “I thought we’d drive around and let the meal settle.”

  “Sounds good. Show me the sights!” And for the next few hours he enjoyed Sam touring him through his version of the town he’d grown up in. Gordy was glad most of these memories were pleasant.

  Chapter Twelve

  The door popped open and Sam followed Gordy into the trailer. It had been a busy Christmas day. The drive back to campus was quiet, although Gordy seemed pretty excited about something. He had been whistling along to the radio the whole trip. As he sat at the trailer’s tiny table, he watched Gordy dancing and humming as he put things away.

  “Good grief. Why are you in such a great mood?”

  Gordy glanced at him and wiggled his eyebrows. “I still have my present to give you.”

  Sam’s stomach knotted a little. What does he have in mind? Things were going so well. I hope everything doesn’t go to hell.

  Gordy tossed the rest of their stuff into the corner and brought out a small, square box wrapped with rainbow paper. He beamed from ear to ear. Sam shook the box and glanced at Gordy. “What’s in it?”

  “Open it, goof.”

  He eased off the paper to find an unmarked box. Sam looked up, filled with both excitement and fear. He opened the package and stared at the content. His stomach flip-flopped, and he pulled out the bit of material. He held it out for Gordy to see.

  “A jockstrap? I think it’s a little big for me.”

  “It isn’t for you. It’s for me to wear”—a smirk grew across his face—”and for you to enjoy taking off me.”

  The heat rushed up Sam’s face, and his cock stiffened. “I bet they’d look good with the nipple things,” he offered sheepishly.

  “Want to see?”

  Sam nodded, unable to speak. Gordy took the jock and disappeared into the bedroom. He surprised Sam by closing the door for the first time. Several minutes passed before it slid open and Gordy stood in the doorway. He wore the new shirt that Sam had bought him for Christmas and a pair of Wranglers that hugged his ass. Their eyes met and Sam had to smile. Gordy seemed more nervous than Sam felt.

  “Say something. I’m feeling stupid,” Gordy said.

  Sam stood and walked closer, ran his hands over Gordy’s chest and pressed their lips together. The kiss continued for quite some time, and once they finished, Sam was as hard as he could ever remember. He stood panting at the view of masculinity that stood in front of him.

  “You are fucking hot. Smoking. Setting-the-place-on-fire hot,” Sam said.

  Gordy chuckled. “There. That’s what I was hoping for.”

  Sam ran his hands over Gordy’s torso, grabbed his ass and brought them tight against each other. He ground his crotch against Gordy and gave a low growl. “I want to unwrap the package.”

  Gordy reached down and laid his hand on Sam’s crotch and squeezed. “Feels like you’re ready.”

  Sam’s heart pounded as he worked Gordy’s shirt up to his armpits. He leaned closer and kissed the side of the big man’s chest then worked his way over until his lips sealed around Gordy’s nipple. He kissed, licked and bit on the hard nub of flesh protruding above the small metal balls until a steady stream of groans came from Gordy. He ran his fingers through the sexy hair on Gordy’s chest and stretched so they could kiss again, with more heat than before. A moment later, their kiss broke with a soft sound and Sam smiled.

  “How was that?”

  Without a word, Gordy took Sam’s hand in his and pressed it against the protrusion on his jeans and the hard column of flesh inside it. “What do you think?”

  Sam tried to appear serious as he continued caressing Gordy, tugging the nipple toys and swirling the dark hair around his navel. “So, I guess I’ll have to work harder to get a passing grade.”

  Before he replied, Sam popped the magnets off, grabbed a nipple in each hand, twisting and pulling on them while kissing up the side of Gordy’s neck. When it seemed that Gordy’s groans would rattle the windows, he pushed the shirt over Gordy’s head and tossed it to one side. A light scent came from Gordy’s body and filled the room. The scent only increased the draw for Sam. As he looked at the almost-naked man he’d been lusting over for months, Sam identified the one thing he needed right now.

  He pushed Gordy’s arm upward and got willing help from Gordy once he realized what Sam wanted. As he lifted his muscular arm, the aroma almost shoved Sam over the brink. He gathered himself and did what he’d wanted to do for weeks. He pressed his face against Gordy’s enormous bicep, kissing and running his tongue over the bulging muscle. Once he’d had his fill of the left side, Sam repeated his performance on the other side. He was purring like a cat by the time he reached his saturation point. He wanted Gordy. Today, things would be different.

  Now aggressive, Sam opened Gordy’s jeans and tugged them down to his thighs. His cock pressed the fabric outward, ending with a large wet spot. The jockstrap framed his lightly haired ass cheeks. Sam spent several minutes running his hands over every inch of Gordy’s exposed body. He knelt in front, pushed his pants down until they pooled around each foot, and Gordy stepped out of them.

  Sam enjoyed the sight before him. He’d seen Gordy in various stages of undress on numerous occasions and up close once. But now Gordy’s body was inches from him, and he could enjoy it for as long as he wanted. Gordy was huge. He didn’t have the physique of a body builder, but his shape displayed a lot of power. Of everything, though, Sam loved Gordy’s butt. The slight texture and its bulging muscular shape left Sam wanting to explore it more. He led Gordy to the bedroom, shoved him backward onto the bed and stripped. In a few seconds, he was undressed and crawling toward Gordy.

  Before he could do much of anything, Gordy had run his fingers through Sam’s deep red bush and tugged at it. “Damn, you’re sexy as hell,” Gordy said.

  Sam’s face flashed hot and his cock flexed, throwing off a clear thread. He gasped and braced himself when Gordy reached between his legs, wrapped his hand around his throbbing dick and squeezed.

  Sam felt a familiar sensation and jerked backward. “Oh crap. Don’t do that or we’ll be done in about ten seconds.”

  Gordy crawled closer and gave Sam a kiss on the shoulder. “Did you realize this is the first time I’ve seen you naked? You’re a hot dude.”

  Sam was certain his entire body was flushed red. His dad always called it the curse of the gingers. When he was little, Sam had thought it was funny, but it wasn’t as cute in a twenty-two-year-old about to have sex for the first time with a hot guy who didn’t turn shades of pink. He realized Gordy was waiting on him.

  “It’s your call. I want everything to be fantastic for you. So, what do you want?” Gordy asked.

  Sam shook, the feelings too much. Where he’d been so certain of himself a few minutes ago, now he wasn’t sure about anything. He looked at Gordy, hoping he had ideas.

  Gordy smiled and ran his fingertips over Sam’s face. The touch built new waves of pleasure. “We can do anything you want, but let’s start with the basics.”

  Sam swallowed and nodded, but was uncertain what Gordy meant. He realized Gordy was crawling across the bed toward him with his stiff cock fighting the confines of the jockstrap Gordy still wore. He took Sam by the ankles, spread his legs, and crawled between them. Gordy kissed up the inside of Sam’s thigh while his breath came in gasps. The sensatio
ns were close to overwhelming when Gordy stopped, and Sam sighed in disappointment. He lay gasping on the bed while Gordy moved over and pulled out a small box. He reached inside and Sam could guess what he was holding.

  “I know we’re both tested, but this will cut out any nerves about it.”

  Sam nodded, still panting for air as Gordy unrolled the condom over Sam’s steel-hard cock. Gordy moved back between Sam’s legs and flicked his tongue, kissing higher and higher until he was working Sam’s ball sac. He lunged forward and took half of Sam’s cock in his mouth in one shot. He bobbed his head a few times then came off gasping for breath. “God, you’re huge.”

  Sam blushed again, but before he could say a word, Gordy had plunged downward. It didn’t take long before Sam was groaning and thrashing on the bed. He raced to the edge accompanied by that familiar sensation.

  “Gordy. Gordy! Fuck!”

  Sam’s body tensed and trembled. Gordy stopped as the first flash of ecstasy washed through Sam. The ripples of pleasure surged through him again and again as Gordy stroked him. Once the last of his orgasm had oozed out, Sam collapsed against the bed. He panted as Gordy crawled up the mattress beside him and held him tightly in his arms. Gordy caressed Sam’s chest and lightly kissed his neck. Sam was enjoying the cuddling when the condom shifted. He turned back to Gordy and kissed his cheek. “I think I better clean up or we’ll be washing sheets tonight.”

  Gordy laughed but reached down and squeezed Sam’s dick. He squirmed to escape. “You’re not helping. Give me a minute.” Sam dashed into the bathroom to get rid of the condom then clean up with a warm washcloth. He popped out of the room to find Gordy lying on the bed with his hard cock stretching the fabric of his jockstrap. Sam moved between his thick legs, caressing and kissing higher and higher. By the time he reached Gordy’s crotch, there was a wet spot covering almost a fourth of the pouch.

  Sam pulled the waist band down and trapped the column of flesh. He teased along its length until Gordy was squirming on the bed, then he paused. Gordy looked up and cocked his head.

  “Something wrong?”

  “I don’t know how much…”

  He sat up and gave Sam’s shoulder a gentle squeeze. “We can do whatever you want. Gymnastics and handcuffs can wait a few days.”

  Sam chuckled, and with an evil glint, snatched the jock off Gordy. He moved closer, rolling and tugging at Gordy’s balls with one hand and stroking his shaft with the other. Gordy watched him for a few minutes before closing his eyes with a sigh and laying back. Soon the room filled with soft moans of pleasure as Sam teased Gordy closer to the edge. When he dug his thumb into the underside of Gordy’s cock, he thrust upward and groaned. Through gritted teeth, Gordy said, “I’m not going to last much longer if you keep that up.”

  Sam chuckled and stroked slower. After he had Gordy squirming under his touch, he stopped. “Lube?”

  Gordy motioned to the drawer he’d gotten the condom from before collapsing on the bed with his hands thrown over his head. Sam retrieved the bottle and held it out. “Industrial size? Where you afraid you would run out?”

  Gordy rose and looked at Sam through half-lidded eyes. “Some of us don’t have a couple of inches of foreskin. Cut me some slack.”

  Sam grinned, rose on his knees and stretched the end of his foreskin. “Jealous?”

  “Nope, gives me more things to play with. Now, get back to what you were doing.”

  Sam drizzled the gel down Gordy’s cock and stroked again. Sam worked the full length, twisting his fist to work the sensitive ridge of the crown. Sam was trying to control Gordy’s pleasure, who was having none of it. “You better behave.”

  “Or what?”

  Sam grinned then rubbed his lube-coated fingers over the patch of skin under Gordy’s balls. Gordy froze for a minute and his cock twitched. A few seconds later, the first cream-colored strand landed on Gordy, clinging to his chest. His moans grew in volume as his cock continued to convulse while Sam rubbed Gordy’s sweet spot. As each thick pulse landed, it coated more and more of Gordy’s torso. Then the final load leaked out, accompanied with a soft groan.

  “Good God, you come in buckets.” Sam’s statement made Gordy look so uncomfortable that he had to chuckle. “I think you coming buckets was hot. I’m thrilled I got you that excited.”

  “You did, but I better get cleaned up before the bed’s covered.”

  “Hang on. Let me do it.” Sam bounded from the bed, retrieved his damp cloth and wiped off Gordy’s smeared chest. A few minutes later—and at least one trip to rinse the cloth—as he wiped up the last spot, Sam leaned down and kissed the center of Gordy’s chest.

  “Damn. You are incredibly hot, and that was a lot of fun,” Sam said.

  Gordy took the cloth from him and tossed it in with his dirty clothes. He lay back and pulled the sheet and blanket over him. Sam stood uncomfortably for a moment before Gordy flipped back the covers and smiled. “Are you getting in bed or what?”

  Sam’s face erupted into a grin that stretched from ear to ear. He crawled across the mattress then curled against Gordy. The texture of Gordy’s chest and his warm scent mixed with the smell of sex provided a level of comfort he’d seldom known before. Gordy twitched the bedding closer, brought Sam in tight and kissed the nape of his neck. They fit together like puzzle pieces, and Sam was content.

  * * * *

  Gordy stood and stretched his muscles that were cramping painfully after sitting unmoving for the past several hours. Sam stared out of the window as Gordy limbered up. He glanced outside to the brown-and-tan landscape and leafless trees that covered the surrounding area. He realized Sam was looking at him and a smirk crept across his face.

  “Sorry. I’m getting fried. I need a little break.”

  Gordy dropped his hands and stretched his neck with a sigh. He leaned against the cabinet in the tiny kitchen. “I’ve been thinking about something. We’ve been hardworking college students since Christmas, and now next week is spring break. We deserve a vacation.”

  Sam crawled across the couch and kissed Gordy on the cheek. A moment later he did it again and the heat engulfed him. It didn’t take long before Gordy’s desire grew. But he didn’t let it get too far before he stopped them. He took Sam’s shoulders in his hands and considered his words.

  “We’ve been playing around for months now, and it’s been fun. Don’t think it wasn’t.”

  “But?” Sam said.

  “Well, I don’t want to be with anyone else, and I’m tired of condoms.”

  Sam sat for a minute or so. The silence worried Gordy. “Let’s forget I said that. I should keep my mouth shut. Okay, let’s move on to something else.”

  Sam was shaken, seeming on the verge of tears. Gordy moved closer and took Sam in his arms. “Shit. I’m sorry, Sam. I’m such a dumbass sometimes.”

  Now tears were rolling down Sam’s face, and Gordy panicked. He realized Sam was laughing through the tears. He released him enough so their eyes met. “You’re laughing?” Gordy asked.

  “I hate to be dense, but did you say you wanted us to be exclusive?” Sam asked.

  Still confused, Gordy nodded. “Yeah, not using condoms kind of means you are exclusive.”

  “It also means you don’t want to sleep around. You only want to be with me?”

  “Yeah.” Gordy blinked.

  “So we’ve moved into the sleeping together, planning things together and sharing our clothes phase. Shit like that?”

  Gordy refused to hold back the humor. “Well, I’m pretty sure my clothes would fall off you since I weigh almost twice as much. But, yes, we’re into hard-core, serious relationship stuff. I want to spend my free time with you, which brings me to my question. I’d like for us to get tested so we can do away with all the safer sex stuff. That way we can have wild monkey sex on spring break at Purgatory.”

  Sam looked stunned. So many expressions washed across his face that Gordy thought he might explode. He seemed to focus on Gordy and his smile
lit the room. “Absolutely! To everything. I get tested every six months, even though I haven’t been with anyone. But another test before the big trip would be fine.”

  “I get physicals a couple of times a year and you’re the first person I’ve even kissed since high school. But I want to make sure I’m clean before we take the big step.”

  “The big step, I like that. It sounds long term,” Sam said.

  “Sounds good, doesn’t it?”

  Sam almost bounced over to Gordy, grabbed his face and kissed him hard. Gordy’s cock hardened from Sam’s touch. He let it continue for a few more seconds before easing backward.

  “Okay, hang on. Let’s wait until after the testing’s done and we’re at the ski resort.”

  “We’ll never leave our room.”

  Gordy chuckled and found the thoughts of a week alone with Sam desirable. Right now, they had more pressing issues.

  “Come on. We’ve got to pass midterms or our trip is screwed.”

  Sam slid his hand lower and squeezed Gordy’s crotch but moved away. “Okay. If we have to be virtuous and crap, I can do it. But I’m setting up an appointment with the clinic in the morning.”

  “Sounds like a good idea. I can’t wait. But we have to get our butts in gear or the whole plan is sunk.”

  Chapter Thirteen

  Gordy glanced around the suite, pleased with himself. The room they’d ended up with was huge, with a separate bedroom and a little kitchen. It also had a deck out of a set of sliding doors from the bedroom. This was Gordy’s favorite part, since it was the access to the hot tub. The idea of sitting in the tub and watching it snow while enjoying a good beer excited him. The slopes were clearly visible through the huge expanses of glass in both the living room and the bedroom.