Sam's Big Surprise

Sam prepares himself for the evening to come. He is shivering with anticipation as he bathes and shaves for Paul. He lingers over rubbing lotion into his skin and oil into his shaved cock, enjoying the feel of his soft skin because of the lotion. Finally he goes to dress for him, hoping that he likes what he has chosen to wear.

He slides white lace stockings up his legs, then puts on the sheer white blouse that he bought with him in mind. He adds the red and black plaid "schoolgirl" miniskirt that came with the shirt, and stands before the mirror admiring the picture he makes and how sexy the outfit makes him feel. Sam decided yesterday that he will cross=dress tonight just to tease Paul.

Quickly now, it is almost time to leave. He grabs a bag and throws some silk scarves and a small stereo into it, pulls a long coat over his outfit, and rushes out the door. Sam drives quickly to the motel and pays for the room as always.

Sam leaves his coat on when he arrives, waiting until he gets there so he can see the look on Paul's face when he sees him. He rubs his fingernails softly up and down his stomach and chest, lightly grazing his nipples every so often. Sam waited for a couple of hours before Paul have arrived.

Finally, he hears his car, and his heart races when he realizes he is there. Paul comes into the room, bringing a gust of cold air with him. He sees Sam still in his coat and assumes that he has just arrived as well. While he goes through the familiar routine of undressing and talking to his of things he has done lately, he takes time to admire the unique beauty of this man, who is both his best friend and his lover.

He has dark hair, almost black, peppered with gray. He keeps his hair short, but has finally allowed it to grow long enough that he can grasp handfuls of it while he is fucking him. He has gorgeous brown eyes fringed by soft curling black eyelashes that he would sell his soul to have. His mouth, topped by a neatly trimmed mustache, is the most beautiful part of him. Full lips, the lower one almost pouting it is so full. he loves to kiss him, nibble that lip, suck it into his warm mouth while he is stroking inside him.

As his shirt comes off, he admires his chest, the light dusting of hair, the sweet, perfect nipples that he loves to pinch and bite. As he lowers his jeans, he admires the sight of his cock, still soft, and imagines how sweet it is going to be to lick it to life. His legs, ah, his legs. He has never been a leg teen gay, but he loves everything about his. Not muscle bound but still rock hard, big thighs, perfectly covered in hair. As he bends to remove his socks, he admires the curve of his ass, already imagining the feel of it under his hands and nails while he pulls him ever deeper into him. At last, naked, he goes to the bed and lays down.

Only then does he notice that he is still sitting motionless in the chair. He looks a question at him. He is nervous beyond belief. He has always depended on the sexual allure of himself alone, never adorned in any way. Being here now, the plans he made make him feel alternately sexy and scared as a little virgin gay. He takes a deep breath, and summoning nerve he never knew he had, he stands slowly. Making sure that he has his undivided attention, he turns on the stereo he brought with him.

The song is Slow Ride by Bonnie Raitt, a song whose steady beat has always made him feel sexy. He keeps his back to him, begins swaying with the music, and starts to unbutton his coat. He closes his eyes. The only way he will have the nerve to continue is to close his eyes and dance as if he were alone.

Slowly, he turns to face him, still moving in time to the music, unbuttoning his coat fully and moving one lapel aside so he can get a peek of his outfit. As his eyes are closed, he has no idea how he is reacting to this, and doesn"t allow himself to think about it. He slowly removes his coat, and his nipples harden in a rush, partly from excitement, partly because the room is slightly cool to allow for the body heat he plans to generate soon. He tosses the coat aside, and as the music continues, he slowly dances around the room, showing off his outfit, then removing each piece, taking the time to touch each part of him.

At last, with the song coming to an end, he is fully naked, and hesitantly opens his eyes to see his reaction. He is fully erect, and one drop of precome has escaped the head of his cock. He smiles. going to him, he tells him not to touch him. he bends, and only allowing the very tip of his tongue to touch him, licks that sweet drop from the head of his cock. He smiles again, and goes to the bag and pulls out a scarf. He sees both the question and the innate trust in his eyes, and laughs in anticipation.

As much as he hates to cover those beautiful eyes, he imagines how erotic it will be to have him laying there in the darkness, never knowing what he will be doing next. He folds the scarf and firmly covers his eyes with it, knotting it to the side of his head so that he can still comfortably lay his head down. He bends over and again tells him not to touch him. His hands ball into fists at his sides. Not allowing anything to touch him but his mouth, He kisses him, slowly running his tongue into his mouth. His tongue eagerly meets and tangles with his. He cannot tell which of them is trembling, and fears it is himself. Sam couldn't wait what will be his next movement but he sure knows that it will be the best teen gay sex they will ever had.