Page 15 of Protecting Paul

“Tell me about it.” I feel dejected. Sam looks at me gently. “It’s fine. I can do this.”

“I know you can,” He wraps an arm around me and pulls me into a hug. “Just don’t give up. I’ll be here every step of the way.”

He pulls away, and I can’t help but lean in. I wrap my arms around his neck. He’s a little taller than me and always has been. I like it. I kiss him deeply, trying to pour my gratefulness into the kiss.

His hands settle around my waist and tug me closer. He hums against my lips, and it tickles a little bit. He still has the faintest taste of pizza in his mouth, but I don’t mind. I’m sure I do too.

“What was that for?” he asks as we pull apart. We’re still wrapped up in our embrace, and I have no intention of leaving.

“Can’t a guy just kiss the hot guy in his shitty house for fun?” I tease. Sam looks at me like he doesn’t believe me. “It’s also a thank you kiss, okay? You’re doing so much for me, and I don’t know how to repay you.”

“Don’t you get it, Paul?” Sam sighs and kisses me chastely. “You don’t have to repay me. I’m just happy to see you again.”

“You’re such a sweet talker,” I say, burying my face in his neck to hide my hot cheeks. “We should probably get to work.”

Sam sighs, but he pulls away. Sam takes some measurements, and he dictates a list of supplies that he thinks we’ll need while I write. I let him take charge since I don’t know shit about this stuff.

For the next two days, things are pretty great. Sam is off work, so we spend the entirety of our days fixing up the house, eating greasy food, and talking.

As I paint a door frame, I see that Sam has taken his shirt off and is wiping his face with it.

“Are you trying to turn me on?” I say, setting my paintbrush aside and wiping my hands. “Showing off all your muscles.”

“I just got hot,” Sam blushes and shrugs. I cross the space between us and kiss him deeply. “Mmm… are we taking a break?”

“Yep, we need a little release,” I murmur against his lips.

I run my hands down his bare, muscular chest. It’s unfair how hot this man is. I press soft kisses against his pecs. He tastes like sweat, but I don’t care at all.

I move my mouth back up to his lips and undo his pants without breaking the kiss. I slide my hand down inside and wrap my hand around his cock. I love the way he feels in my hand and the way he moans and whimpers against my lips, each noise making me move my hand faster and faster. Our kisses grow sloppier and more frantic. I pull away to breathe but dive back to nibble on his lip. I’ve learned that he likes that.

My free hand slips under his shirt and down his back, caressing every muscle. He only pulls away when he’s about to cum. His head lolls back slightly, and I feel his semen cover my hand.

“Oh, Paul,” He gasps. I swear, every time he says my name like that, I almost collapse on the floor. “That was quite the release.”

I laugh softly and press a kiss on his cheek. I head to the kitchen to wash my hands. After a moment, I hear footsteps approaching me. Sam wraps his arms around me from behind and leans down to nibble on my ear.

“Ah, fuck,” I whisper and close my eyes. Those simple kisses and nibbles drive me crazier than he will ever know.

Without a word, he moves his lips behind my ear and down my neck. From behind, he undoes my pants and pushes them down. They fall to my feet with my boxers, and his hand immediately finds my erection.

It’s my turn now. Something about feeling Sam’s muscular chest pressed against my back is so fucking sexy. His large hands encompass my cock completely. He says he’s inexperienced in hooking up with guys, but he’s a natural.

His hand speeds up, and his nibbles turn into love bites. I know there will be evidence of that in the morning, but I’m entirely okay with that. Every time I wake up with his remnants on me, it makes me ungodly happy.

I lean forward into his grip, and it urges him on. His pumps grow more intense, his hand tightening slightly. His fingers caress the head of my cock, and I whimper in the back of my throat. He presses himself against my back, and even though he’s not hard, just the feeling of him cum-damp boxers and dick against my ass is enough to send me over the edge.

“Ah, Sammy, fuck,” I gasp as I feel my orgasm coming on. “Holy shit, don’t stop.”

I close my eyes, practically bent over into the sink by this point. I cum harder than a hand-job has ever made me cum before. I know the cabinets will be sticky after this, but I could not care less.

I pant and lean back into his embrace. He kisses behind my ear before scooting around me to wash his hands. I tug my pants back on and shake my head fondly.

The following day, the marks of his bites are stark against my skin. I stand in the bathroom, running my fingers over them gently. I wish they’d never go away. While reminiscing about my time with Sam, I hear the front door slam open. That’s weird. Sam’s supposed to be at work today.

“Sammy?” I call out, as I head down the hall. “What are you doing he-”

“Surprise,” I hear the gravelly voice of my uncle greet me. My heart drops into my stomach. “It’s not your little fairy boyfriend, sorry to say.”

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