"So, the sofa's all yours," Jamie said as Sam followed him through the door of the house, and into the lounge, dropping his rucksack to the floor. "Jack and Andy are out this weekend, not sure where Tom is, but you shouldn't be disturbed."
"No worries, thanks, certainly beats the floor I was expecting." Sam smiled back. He was down visiting Jamie, a friend from school for the weekend, and they were due to have an early start in the morning to go and watch the athletics, so the thought of a decent night's sleep was appealing.
Later that day, after playing on the Xbox all afternoon, followed by tea and a few beers, Jamie announced he was heading up to his room.
"Grab anything you need from the kitchen, and I'll see you tomorrow around 6."
"Sure, thanks." Sam replied as Jamie headed up the stairs.
After using the bathroom, Sam started to settle down. Stripping down to his underwear, he got out his sleeping bag and climbed in, trying to curl up to fit onto the sofa.
He settled off to sleep fairly soon, but found himself waking up fitfully, as it turned out that, although the sofa was soft, the cushions had a habit of trying to swallow him into the back of the sofa. After tossing and turning for a while, with sleep continued to allude him, he slowly climbed out his sleeping bag and carefully and quietly headed to the kitchen for a glass of water.
In the dark, he couldn't see where the light switch was, but he had a general feel for where the sink was, and so grabbing a glass from the cupboard, turned for the sink, unfortunately knocking into some piled crockery on the draining board which created a large clatter before he caught them.
Holding his breathe, hoping he hadn't woken anyone, he then turned back to the sink and poured his water.
Suddenly the light glared on, causing him to jump, and momentarily blinding him Turning to the hallway door, he saw that standing there was another guy, and after blinking a couple of times, Sam noticed that the other guy was similarly dressed, or undressed, as himself, clad only in a very tight pair of boxers that left little to the imagination. In addition, Sam noticed that the guy was extremely well built, with six pack and well-defined muscles.
"who the heck are you?" the guy said.
"Oh, sorry, I'm Sam, Jamie's friend," Sam muttered, trying hard not to stare at the guys toned, and tanned body.
"Oh yeh, Jamie mentioned you were staying. I'm Tom, sorry if I startled you, wasn't expecting anyone down here of this time of night."
Sam noticed the hostility in Tom's voice had gone, and was it his imagination, or was the other guy checking him out as they stood across from each other. Deciding to test the waters he replied:
"Clearly," nodding to Tom's state of undress.
"Ah yeh, well I like to have next to nothing on, especially at night, it's pretty liberating."
"Well with a body like yours, I'm not surprised," Sam smiled coyly.
"you're not too bad yourself," Tom replied, in a similar vein, crossing the room towards Sam. Sam smiled inwardly to himself, whilst this was a nice comment, it wasn't nearly as true as it was with Tom. Whilst he wasn't overweight or anything, he certainly didn't have the abs or muscle tone that Tom had. Clearly the guy was flirting back.
"Mind if I get a glass as well?" Tom said, squeezing between the chair and Sam, causing their naked arms to brush against each other, sending a shiver of static through Sam's body.
"Help yourself," Sam replied, taking a sip of his own water.
"so why are you up at this hour?" Tom replied, turning from the sink and gazing into Sam's eyes over his water.
"Oh, the sofa's been trying to swallow me," Sam laughed, "and somehow just couldn't
get back to sleep. How about you?"
"Heard the racket you were creating and came to investigate." Tom replied.
"oh yeh, sorry about that!" Sam smiled sheepishly, although he was feeling less and less sorry as time passed, the static between the two of them electric.
"Don't worry, I'm glad I did, else I'd never have met you." Tom replied, huskiness creeping into his voice.
Sam didn't immediately reply, instead taking another sip of water, and unconsciously running his tongue over his lips.
"You know, if you're struggling to sleep on the sofa, I know of a much comfier bed you could share." Tom whispered, upping the ante considerable.
Sam was momentarily stunned, and replied "Will there be enough room for two of us to sleep in a single bed?"
"I wasn't planning on doing much sleeping!" Tom replied and closed the gap between them.
Being of a similar height, their lips met instantly, and Sam responded to the probing tongue by instantly opening his mouth. Reaching behind him, he carefully placed his water on the side, before wrapping his arms around Tom, feeling the warmth from the other man's skin.
Their tongues swirled around one another, teasing each other as they darted in and out of each other mouth, entwined almost as one entity. Sam felt Tom's arms reach down, and under the waist band of his boxers to take one cheek in each hand and squeeze.
Sam gave a groan of pleasure into the kiss as he did this, the expert fingers gentle massaging his butt. He continued to run his own hands up and down Tom's torso, feeling the taut muscles below. He traced the shoulder muscles up to Tom's neck, gentle stroking the underneath the shoulder length blonde hair, before running his fingers down the outside of Tom's arms, feeling the Goosebumps form under his fingertips.
For his part, Tom continued to kneed Sam's ass, long fingers squeezing and massaging the muscles below.
As they kissed Sam gently nipped at Tom's lip, causing the other man to pull away slightly, before returning the kiss with added passion, as if he was trying to devour Sam whole. All the while, Sam could feel himself grow harder, and this just sent him further towards the edge.
Suddenly Tom broke the kiss, and both of them paused to catch their breath.
"I don't normally do this with complete strangers." Tom smiled, "but I was feeling so horny, and when I saw you standing here I knew I had to have you. Why don't we take this a little more, private before we carry on?"
"lead the way," Sam replied, glad for a moment to catch his breath.
Tom's room, unsurprisingly was the first they came to down the hallway, and no sooner were they through the door than Tom turned back to Sam, and with hands either side of his face, kissed him once more.
The feeling of Tom's stubble rubbing across his cheeks as they continued to probe each other's mouth just added to the sensations that Sam was feeling. This time, it was he who reached down and grabbed Tom's ass, which like the rest of him was just pure muscle.
Passions rising, he thrust his tongue once more into Tom's mouth, revelling in the muskiness and pure manliness of the taste of him.
Suddenly Tom pulled Sam even closer towards him, and the two of them fell backwards onto tom's bed. Neither broke the kiss as they fell, with Sam on top. Gently, he broke their kiss, and tenderly moved his lips down the side of Tom's neck, leaving a trail of saliva as he went. With Tom's hands now entwined in his hair for guidance, he slowly moved downwards, before taking one of Tom's nipples in his mouth. Swirling him tongue around, he gently nibbled on it, feeling it stiffen as he did. After focusing on one for a minute, he slowly moved to the other, and repeated the process. He could feel Tom's body writhing beneath him, the pleasure Sam was providing coursing through his body.
Slowly, teasingly, he moved ever downwards, reaching Tom's navel. He darted his tongue out into the other man's belly button, drawing another gasp. Next, he traced the outline of Tom's abs, tasting the salty droplets of sweat that were beginning the form. Then downwards once more, until he reached the waistband of Tom's boxers. Reaching down, he gently stroked tom's cock through the material, causing it to leap and rear in his hand. Tom's hands twisted in his hair tighter, as he began to nuzzle his cock through the material. Almost as if the material wasn't there, Sam opened his mouth and rubbed his lips over the bulge, up and down, round and round. He could tell that this was driving Tom wild, to be stimulated so much, without being directly touched.
"Please," Tom panted, as Sam continued to tease him.
Sam was happy to oblige and smiled seductively up the length of Tom's muscular body as he reached up, and slowly slid Tom's boxer over his cock, down his legs, before carelessly dropping them over the end of the bed.
Bending down again, he gentle reached around the now rigid cock, and squeezed slightly, causing Tom to groan again. He massaged the length a couple of times more, drawing out the tug to maximize the sensation, before opening his mouth once more.
