Page 24 of Pippin & Nacho

God, my stomach never turned into knots so much in my life that it physically hurt me, but it was a good kind of pain, the exciting kind. They made my heart beat so fast, and I hoped the day never came when my stomach stopped fluttering for him.

What started out as awkward, being so new to kissing, soon grew to be more in sync as our mouths explored and tasted. I eventually got bold enough to slide my tongue into his mouth, and I groaned. My body was on fire for him as my heart raced so fast I could hear it in my ears. My brain tried to wrap around the idea that I was actually kissing Sam, that this was real and not one of my fantasies or a dream.

We were in an alternate universe—a universe where Sam and I had always been a couple in love. That we never pined after one another, getting the guts earlier on to tell each other how we felt. In this other world, we’d always been in love.

Despite the years we had potentially lost, we were together now, which was the most important thing. My stupidity put us on the trajectory to where we belonged, no longer living in parallel with each other, but finally converging.

As we got used to kissing and accepting the newness of it all after years of being together only as friends, we started to consume each other. Fingers dug into flesh, teeth nipped along the jawline, tongues swiped swollen lips, and hips thrust against each other with hard cocks desperate for friction.

It was late, but I didn’t care. We could do this all night and day, and it would never be enough.

“Nate…”

“Sam… my Sam…”

“Can I… touch you?”

He didn’t need to elaborate. I understood what he wanted, not only because I knew Sam so well, but also because I wanted the same thing—to explore Sam in all ways. “Yes,” I breathed on his lips.

His clammy, trembling hand slid down my stomach and into the band of my underwear. He wrapped his long, calloused fingers around my hard dick and held still as it pulsed in his hand. “God…” he groaned, burying his face in my neck as my head rested on his. If my body had been on fire before, now it was nuclear.

No one had ever touched me before, not like this. My entire body shuddered, and I broke out in a blanket of goosebumps. My balls and cock ached already, completely touched-starved. Quick and desperate hands in the shower weren’t nearly enough. His touch changed everything, and I knew right then I would need more and more, no longer satisfied with rushed fumblings in the shower for relief.

“Sam… please…” God, my voice was stupidly squeaky, but he had me too much under his spell to be embarrassed.

He heard my unspoken words and stroked me. It was rough and dry without lube, but I didn’t care. Sam was actually touching my dick.

“Am I doing it right?” he asked.

“So right…”

It was sloppy and out of sync, but that didn’t matter. We had all the time in the world to get it all right. Sam and I were both completely inexperienced sexually, which made it perfect because we would learn from each other and teach each other. No man had ever touched Sam this way, and no man had ever touched me until now. I loved that we would be all our firsts.

Sam’s hot breath on my neck made me sweat, but I didn’t dare move. I was so close already. Just the very thought of Sam stroking me was enough to quickly do me in.

“I can’t believe I’m holding your dick,” he rasped. “Fucking unreal.”

I could barely do anything more than nod, incapable of much else, as my balls drew into my body, heavy and ready to nut. My fingers dug into his biceps as I finally exploded all over Sam’s hand and the bed.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck…”

“Holy shit, Nate. I made you come.”

I huffed a laugh, and the blood pounded into my ears as the wave of ecstasy crashed over me. My orgasm was the strongest I’d ever had, all because it was Sam who did it. My eyes grew heavy and watery as the emotions coursed through me, but I shoved them back with a shuddered breath.

I shifted my body to find his mouth and kiss the hell out of him. Our upper lips met with sweat and salt, but I didn’t give a shit. I felt whole for the first time in my life.

I reluctantly pulled away and sat up, yanking my shirt over my head and using it to clean up my cum from his hand. After tossing it on the floor, I lay back down and looked at Sam, my best friend and now my lover. A part of me wanted to cry in relief and let go of the pent-up desire and pining I’d held for him for so long.

“Can I touch you, too?”

“God… yes. Please touch me.”

Sam sat up and also removed his shirt before falling back into the bed. He lay on his back as my fingers mapped out his smooth skin, much lighter than mine. It looked like ivory with a touch of rose. His chest had a sprinkle of red hair, and while skinny like me, Sam had more defined muscles than I did. He didn’t quite have a six-pack, but I felt how tight he was.

I pressed my nose to his skin and inhaled all things Sam, but he had a new scent on him that I’d never smelled before. Arousal dominated my senses, and I took another deep breath of it. Jesus…

When I swiped my tongue over his nipple, Sam yelped and arched his back.

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