Fields of Gold Part Three
Dedication: To my Angels. I love you with every beat of my heart.
Title: Fields of Gold
Authors: DDD, L, and A
Pairings: Dean/Sam, Sam/Sky/Dean
Rating: NC17
Warnings: Based on a RL love story. Ecstasy, angst, tragedy and triumph.
Disclaimer: We don't own Dean, Sam or Cas.
Summary: Dean Winchester is the manager of the Castlewood Equine Estate. He has many men willing to warm his bed but he longs for the one who will warm his heart. Sam Stivaletti works at his family's Italian restaurant and dreams of the man who will will give him the love he has always craved. Dean and Sam have already discovered a great mutual passion between them. Could it become true love?
A/N: Dean & Sam live out there sex on horseback fantasy and Dean goes Dom on Sam. Oh my! Saddle up my friends, it is going to be a wild ride! Love DDD
Fields of Gold
Part Three
“It’s okay,” I assured him, rubbing his chest. “I want to watch you.” I rolled to my knees and pushed Sky down to the bed, kissing him on the way. “This is a good time to do it. You just came, so you’re relaxed. Sam's bigger than me, so you’re gonna need to relax.”
I knelt at his side, poured lube into my hand, and went to work on his hole, easing a finger in gently at first, and then moving it around more vigorously before adding a second one. It took him several minutes to be comfortable with a third, but soon he was moaning and rolling his head back and forth. Sam moved into position, and pushed Sky's knees back.
“Keep breathing, and push a little.” I repeated my instructions from two weeks ago. Sam gripped his cock and pushed firmly, popping in easily, although Sky gasped and pulled away a little. “Try to relax,” I told him, stroking his chest, talking softly to him.
“Ohhhh, God, he feels so different from you,” he moaned in a strained voice. “It hurts a little.” He reached out and Sam grabbed his hand. I rubbed a slick finger around between his balls and Sam's dick, and he began to relax into the feeling instead of fighting it.
“You’re okay, as long as it’s just a little.”
He nodded, eyes closed, chest rising and falling in deeps breaths. After a minute or so, he looked up at Sam. “Go ahead.”
Sam wrapped his hands around the front of Sky’s thighs, and worked his cock in another couple inches. Sky arched his head back, pushing his shoulders off the bed, but didn’t say anything. Sam paused to regain some control, groaning deep in his chest. He pushed in a few more inches, eliciting a long moan from Sky, but still no signal to stop. Sam leaned forward onto braced arms, and grunted his way to full penetration, pushing Sky up the bed a little. Sky was shaking badly, and Sam wasn’t much better, a sheen of sweat covered his body and he shivered repeatedly, like a wet dog.
Seeing Sam like this was an emotional struggle for me. It was the first time we’d played with someone else since we’d committed to a partnership. And we didn’t know Sky well. Watching him fuck another man, seeing him so powerfully caught up in it, nicked at something deep inside me. On the other hand, it was incredibly erotic to see him take Sky as he’d taken me so many times. I looked at the point where Sam merged with Sky, the pink skin of Sky’s hole stretched tight around the pulsing veins of Sam’s thick cock. Erotic won out, and I kissed Sam deeply and long enough that he looked at me questioningly when we broke apart. I just smiled at him. We looked down at Sky who was watching us with envy.
“I so hope I can find that someday. You two are amazing together.”
We grinned at each other, knowing how fortunate we were. Sam looked back to Sky.
“You ready?”
Sky took a deep breath and nodded, grabbing the backs of his knees. Sam’s face was a study in concentration as he started slowly, going deeper and harder as Sky’s expression eased. A few times Sky was at the ragged edge, but Sam backed off and tugged Sky’s balls down until he could take some more. I’d been on the receiving end of Sam at his best, and knew what Sky was going through. There really is nothing like getting fucked by a guy who knows what he’s doing and is in the mood to show you.
At the end, Sky was crying out with each stroke, his knees around his ears. Sam was dripping sweat and grunting each time he drove forward. I stuck my hand between them and grabbed Sky’s hard cock in a firm fist. He came immediately, splattering cum all over his chest. Sam took a few more hard strokes, drove deep and froze, his face the only clue to the powerful orgasm he was experiencing. I was so aroused by the sight of them that I came again without even touching myself, pumping hot spurts onto Sam’s knee. He opened his eyes at the unexpected warmth and gave me a steamy look.
He pulled free and collapsed face first between Sky and me, an arm over each of us. “Fuck, I’m done for. You couldn’t get a rise out of me with a fork lift.”
I patted him on the butt. “You’ll feel better after a shower.” He just groaned. Sky looked like he’d been run over by a truck, but sat up when I shook him. We grabbed Sam by the ankles and dragged him off the bed till his knees hit the floor, then skipped out of the way laughing as he swung around, growling and swiping at our legs. We finally made it to the shower, got clean and sort of dressed boxers all around and trooped down to the kitchen where Adam and Chris were dishing out scrambled eggs, bacon and toast. Zane and Cas were on the patio, shoveling food into their faces when we joined them.
“Theah’s somethin' ‘bout fuckin’ in a strange bed that makes me ravenous,” Zane mumbled around a mouthful of eggs.
Chris cuffed him gently on the back of the head as he came out from the kitchen. “You’re always hungry. It’s got nothing to do with strange beds, for God’s sake. And we didn’t fuck, we made love.”
Zane snorted. “Sorry, honey. You may a been making love ta me but Ah was fuckin’ you.” That got him a hard punch from Chris that knocked him off his chair, and launched us into a discussion regarding the nature of the word ‘fuck.’ Adam claimed that ‘fuck’ was the basic noun to describe one guy’s dick in another guy’s ass. You could dress it up however you liked it was still a fuck.
Those of us in a relationship disagreed, stating that it might be fucking in a technical sense ‘fuck’ as a verb but it was definitely 'making love' emotionally, at least most of the time. That got us off into the various ways ‘fuck’ could be used. As an adverb ‘he’s so fucking hot.’ As a noun 'I don’t give a fuck.’ As part of a word ‘abso-fucking-lutely', 'in-fucking-credible.’
I looked at Sam and shook my head, smiling, amused at the turn our breakfast conversation had taken. Adam saw me. “What, are we too juvenile for you now?” His voice was harsh and we all stared at him. He flushed then, a dark brick red that started on his neck and spread quickly to his face. Shoving back his chair, he went into the house, and a few moments later we heard his truck start, then the angry sound of squealing tires as they caught on the asphalt of the road.
“Jesus, what got into him?” Cas’s voice was quiet, shocked. Adam had always been the kidder among us, upbeat, joking, ready for anything. This was very out of character and it scared me a little. Sam put a hand on my shoulder.
“I think maybe ‘we’ got into him. Go find him, Dean.” I grabbed my keys and headed out the door, trying to think where he might have gone. A few places came to mind, but one stood out, and I headed north on the freeway. When we were teenagers, we used to go out into the hills, camping and hiking, fooling around in our little tent, just the two of us. We never took anyone else along, and we swore we would never bring anyone to our spot. It was just for us.
His truck was parked haphazardly under a big tree at the turnoff, but he wasn’t in it. I walked slowly down the trail, listening for him, looking through the trees, but I didn’t spot him until I emerged into the clearing where we used to pitch the tent. He was sitting on a stump, his back to me, leaning forward, elbows on knees with his head in his hands. I watched him for a moment before walking slowly to him. I sunk down to the ground a few feet away. He’d been crying, and scrubbed his arm across his face when he saw me.
“Go the fuck away.” His voice wobbled, and he gulped down another sob.
I watched him for a moment, wondering how to handle this. I think I knew what the problem was, but needed to make him see it instead of telling him what I thought. “Do you love me?”
His head came up angrily, but he wouldn't meet my eyes. “What the fuck kind of question is that?”
“Just answer it. Do you love me?”
“God, Dean, you know I do. I have forever.”
“Are you in love with me?”
That stopped him. The fingers of one hand rubbed hard over the knuckles of the other as he looked away, staring unseeingly at the trees. It took a while, and when he answered, his voice was small. “No.” He turned to look at me for the first time. “No, I’m not in love with you.” He dropped his head back into his hands, and his shoulders jerked as he tried to get his emotions under control. “But I love you and I love being with you. Those nights on the couch, watching stupid movies, feeding you whatever dessert I brought . . .” His voice trailed off. “I’ll miss that.”
“You heard me back at the pool Sam and I are still going to play.”
“Yeah, together.” He flushed again, but it was from embarrassment this time and colored only his pale, freckled cheeks. “Look, I’m sorry. I'm happy for you. Sam is a great guy. It just caught me by surprise, I guess. I mean, after all these years, who’d have thought?”
I didn’t know what to say. I’d know him all my life. He was the first boy I'd had sex with fumbling, sweaty, no clue what we were doing sex but sex nonetheless. It simply hadn’t occurred to me that he would be upset by my becoming Sam’s partner. I had naively assumed that everyone would be happy for us, and I hadn't given a thought to anyone's feelings but my own.
I crawled to him, pushing between his knees so that I could hug him. He just sat there for a minute, and then wrapped his arms around me, dropping his forehead to my shoulder. “I’m sorry,” I told him. “I wouldn’t hurt you for the world. I love those evenings, too. Let me talk to Sam.”
He pulled back to look at me. “And what, get permission?” he said sullenly.
“No,” I said, stung by his sarcastic tone. “Just discuss it with him.”
I hugged him tight for a moment and kissed the side of his neck, then got to my feet and walked back to my truck, thinking about relationships, how complex people were, realizing that you can never know what goes on in someone else’s head no matter how well you think you know them. It made me sad to think I might lose Adam’s friendship, but that would be his choice. I could only try to make it as unlikely as possible.
By the time I got back to the house, everyone had gone, and Sam was out by the jungle pool, bringing in the leftover food. I helped him carry in the last load, putting things away and getting the kitchen back to some sort of order for Maria in the morning. He didn’t talk to me during all this, just worked by my side, giving me a little smile when our eyes met, and his quiet understanding made it easy for me to talk to him. I told him what Adam had said, not making a case one way or the other, and when I was done, he dropped into the nearest chair and pulled me down onto his lap.
“I work a night or two each week at the restaurant. Spend those evenings with Adam.”
“He doesn’t want to just watch TV on the couch with me.”
“I know.” He was quiet for a bit. “It’s okay, Dean.”
“Okay for me to fuck around without you? I don’t want to do that. That’s not what we agreed to.” My voice rose as I spoke, and he patted my chest. I knew I was upset because if he would allow me, maybe I had to allow him someday, and I didn't think I wanted to do that.
“Calm down. I’m not saying you can go screw the entire gay population of the tri-county area. Just Adam. And just until he gets used to the idea of us. We can fit three on that couch.”
We didn’t talk anymore about it. Sam had given me a way to fix a problem with someone I cared about, and the depth of his trust filled me with a soul-deep contentment that I knew would get me through almost anything life could throw at us. We spent the rest of the day messing around the house, rearranging some furniture to make an office for Sam’s endless restaurant paperwork. I thought you needed food to run a restaurant, but apparently you needed a shitload of paper, too. Health certificates, liquor license applications, employee applications, vendor order forms, invoices, daily departmental reports, P&L statements; the list went on and on, and Sam spent a couple hours a day on it, some here and some at the office at Stiva’s.
In the afternoon we went for a ride. I had brought home Flex, one of Zane’s retired roping horses, and had been teaching Sam to ride. He took to it like a natural, and we wandered around the bridle paths for a couple hours, saying hi to neighbors and admiring their gardens. I saw a fountain I liked and we decided to put one on the back patio. Sam wanted to try doing it on horseback, but I persuaded him to wait till dark that evening and see if it was even possible in the safety of my own barn. With that to look forward to, we spent a pleasant evening eating pool party leftovers and lounging around the jungle pool, trying to psych ourselves up for Monday.
When it was dark, we grabbed a bottle of lube and a pocket full of carrots, and headed down to the little barn on the hill. Xia and Flex were standing in the paddock, hipshot, dozing. They perked up when they saw us, and came into the barn for the carrots. I haltered Flex and hopped on him bareback. “Get up behind me. We need to get him used to our weight first.”
Sam climbed on from the fence, and we walked him around a while. He didn’t seem to care one way or the other, so we went back in the barn and slid off. I put him in the cross tie stall, but left the rope over his neck and hung a hay bag where he could reach it while Sam stripped and stroked himself. “Are you gonna saddle him?”
“Not unless you want me to sing soprano. The horn’ll castrate me, and there isn’t enough room for both of us anyway. Get on.”
Once Sam was on him, I climbed up the rails and carefully slid a leg over Flex, ending up on Sam’s lap. I lay forward over Flex’s neck while he got himself hard and played with my ass a little.
“Ok, I’m ready.”
He held me by the hips and pulled me back onto him. It took us a few tries to get him lined up properly, and I was starting to giggle, but then he suddenly slid into me, taking my breath.
“Ooooohhh! Bull’s eye!”
He cracked up, and we had to stop for a minute while Flex calmed down from my shriek. When he was eating again, I pulled myself forward using a handful of his mane. Sam pulled me back, and we were able to achieve almost a full stroke, but my balls were squashed on Flex’s hard withers, so it wasn’t as fun as I thought it would be. Then I had the bright idea of turning us both around. If I lay over his big broad rump, my poor nuts would have plenty of room and Sam would have better access to my ass.
One by one, we swung our legs to the same side, then back over the other way and, presto, we were facing backwards, except I was behind Sam instead of in front of him. I pushed him down flat and crawled over him until we were in the right positions. Flex laid his ears back at this maneuver, but got over it when I spoke to him. I scooted back toward Sam’s pulsing erection, and he guided himself into me without a hitch. Other than scratchy horse hair in our crotches, it was pretty good. We didn’t actually go anywhere; we didn’t have a good way to stay on Flex and concentrate on fucking at the same time, not to mention being unable to steer while facing his tail. And trying to stay quiet to not spook him put a damper on our orgasms, so Sam chalked the whole thing up as one of those fantasies that are better off left in your head.
On the way back to the house, we stopped by the Jacuzzi and took turns getting the horse hair out of each other’s nether regions. Sam was sprawled on his chest on the warm concrete, kneeling on one of the ledges so his dick and balls were hanging in the hot bubbling water, while I plucked stray Flex hairs off his ass. When I was finished, I leaned forward and pressed my mouth to his butt cheek, tickling him with my tongue in between nibbles. He spread his knees for me, arching his back a little as I dragged my tongue into the crevice of his ass, and in no time I had him groaning and pushing back into me. My cock was painfully hard, stimulated by both the taste and feel of Sam and the caressing swirl of the water jets. Desire rolled through me, and I did something I'd never done before.
I climbed out of the hot tub, and hauled him over to a chaise lounge, pushing him face down with his legs bent and his feet on the ground, spreading him wide. I stood straddled over the chaise behind him, lubed us quickly and shoved a finger in him abruptly enough that he gasped, but didn’t protest. When I added a second finger with no reaction from him except a low moan, I pulled out and pushed my cock firmly into him, sliding all the way to the root on one long stroke. He was trembling a little, but his moan was one of pleasure, not pain, and it excited me, so I began to thrust fast and deeply, angling for his prostate every third or fourth stroke. The lean muscles of his legs stood out tensely, and he let out a hard grunt each time my belly slapped into his ass.
This was very different from my usual taking of him, and I wondered where it had come from. That he was accepting it with such abandon was a little unsettling also. It was as though our roles had been reversed, or at least blurred a little. I was now the aggressor, and he the more passive one. Our relationship had never been one of extremes, but it was clear to both of us that Sam exerted more control over me than I did him, and we were fine with that. I trusted him, and followed his lead in most things with the confidence that he would never do anything to hurt me or go too far beyond what I was comfortable with.
But here we were.
I curled my upper body over him, bracing myself on straight arms at either side of his chest, and let my body do what it wanted until my legs began to shake from exertion. Putting both hands under his hips, I pulled him to his feet and locked one arm around his waist, reaching for his cock with my other hand. He was as hard as I've ever seen him, and a long shimmery strand of precum hung from his slit, whipping back and forth as I thrust into him. Unlike some guys, Sam always stayed hard when he was penetrated. His balls were tight to the base of his cock and I knew he was ready to blow, so I let myself go and jerked him hard and quick. His moan went up an octave, and then turned to short deep grunts as his cock swelled in my hand, and he began to spurt load after load onto the cushion, his entire body convulsing against me with the effort.
The feel of him coming in my fist pushed me over the edge, and I drove deep into him as my balls contracted. When the first pulse rippled up my cock, I rode it, taking short strokes timed with the spasms, until I couldn’t move any more. I pulled out of him and let him down onto the chaise, kneeling forward between his legs to rest my chest on his butt, my head pillowed in my arms on his back. We lay there, not speaking for several minutes, getting our breath back. Finally, he pushed to his feet, took me by the hand, walked silently to the house, up the stairs, and straight into the shower. He didn’t speak to me or look at me, and I began to wonder if I had overstepped some line between us that I hadn’t been aware of.
He dried me off gently, almost reverently, and led me to bed. As we lay down, he pushed me onto my back and draped himself over me, propped on an elbow so we could look at each other.
“What was that?” His tone was neutral, and I studied his face for a clue as to what he was feeling.
“I don’t know exactly. When I had my tongue in your ass, I just suddenly felt like I had to have you. It’s never been like that because you always offer yourself to me when you wanna get fucked.” I paused, wondering what the hell he was thinking, if he was angry. “I’m sorry if it… if I… offended you, but it just felt right. I’m not sure I could have stopped.” He didn’t say anything, just kept wandering his hand through my armpit and over my chest. “Sam?”
“I’m trying to find the words.” He leaned down to lick my nipple until it tightened, sucking it for a moment. “I wasn’t offended, I was astounded. You’ve never come after me like that, and I almost lost it when you put the first finger in me.” He kissed me softly. “I didn’t know I could feel like that.”
“Like what, exactly? Was it good?”
“Yes, it was good. What do you think I’m saying here?” He spoke impatiently, frowning at me.
“Well, so far you’ve only said it was different, not good.”
“Yes! It was good! It was fucking mind blowing!” He paused, his eyes unfocused. “I’ve never been… I don’t know… overwhelmed by you before. I guess maybe now I know a little how you felt that first night a couple weeks ago when I took you hard.”
I nodded. “I’ve always liked it when you get a little rough with me. It makes me feel like you want me so badly you can hardly control yourself.”
“Exactly. I just never felt that from you. I liked it, too.”
As he smiled at me, another small knot was tied into the countless woven strands that made up the fabric of our relationship. We curled up together, him on his back, me on my side, my face pressed to his upper arm. I lay there for a while, his heart beating under my palm, thinking of our evolving relationship. Tonight had been something new, a scenario in which I had a slightly stronger hand, and I fell asleep with visions of Sam’s pleasure-tortured face swirling through my head.
The following Friday Sky spent most of the day at Castlewood shoeing a big batch of horses that were back at the barn for a three week break in their show schedule. I took him to lunch, and after a morning of looking at his ass as he bent over one set of feet after another, I couldn't resist giving his cock a squeeze when I finally got him alone in the truck. He clamped his hand over mine and pushed up into me with a deep groan.
"Fuck, I'm horny. Cas's traveling all the time right now and Adam stays in town a few nights a week." He closed his eyes, slid down in the seat, and dragged my hand up and down his now hard cock. That gave me an erection pretty damn quick, and since a decent restaurant was now out of the question, we ended up eating drive-thru burgers. Not quite what I had in mind, but since Sky was now rubbing my cock in return, I really didn't care that much. In fact, I barely tasted the burger.
Mindful of my agreement with Sam, I managed to stop short of actually shooting, but it was close. As we sat there waiting for our cocks to calm down, I panted, "Come over tonight. We gotta finish this. In fact, just come home with me. You can shower there."
The rest of the day crept by, and all I could think about was getting Sky's dick in my mouth. I snuck him into the tack room a couple times and kissed him silly, but it just slowed down his work, so I finally left him alone and went off to inventory tack. He followed me home where Sam was in the kitchen tinkering with a new juicer or something. I walked in holding Sky's hand, grabbed Sam's, who raised his eyebrows but came along willingly, kept walking down the hall and up the stairs, where I turned on the shower and ordered them both to strip. After I got my shirt off, I kissed Sam, slicked my tongue across his mouth, turned and locked lips with Sky. We edged our way into the shower, kissing and stroking whatever was handiest.
Sky didn't stand a chance now that I had him naked cause I still had the hots for him, big time. I pushed him face first up against the wall and proceeded to soap him from head to toe, pulling his cock down with long, firm strokes until he was moaning nonstop, sliding a slick finger up and down the crack of his ass, slowing just a little over his hole but not going in, even though he was pushing back into my hand. I glanced at his face once his eyes were closed, his mouth slack, his cheek squashed into the tile wall. He looked like he'd had a lobotomy.
Sam caught our mood, and did to me what I was doing to Sky so that by the time we turned the water off, we just barely made it, soaking wet, to the carpet outside the bathroom door. Sky shoved me to my hands and knees, dropped to one knee himself, dripped a big wad of spit onto my pucker and pushed into me. It was probably the noisiest fuck I’ve ever heard. Sky grunted and growled through the whole thing, which didn’t take long. Sam knelt in front of me with his cock in my mouth, so I concentrated on sucking him while Sky banged away at me, his balls slapping wetly against me with every thrust.
About two minutes later, Sky sunk his fingers into my hips, his head fell back, and he shook through what sounded like a long-overdue orgasm. When he finally quieted down, he aimed his still-hard dick at my nuts and began to stroke my cock. Sam and I came about the same time, the feel of his hot shots in my throat pulling my trigger. Sky stayed with me all the way through, milking my cock thoroughly with his fist, which felt great, and I was really glad I’d brought him home.
We lay there for a while, dripping water and cum onto the carpet before Sam roused himself. He got to his feet and dried himself off, then me, then Sky, tossing boxers at us, so it seemed we were going to eat before round two. The juicer turned out to be a pasta machine, something I'd have thought an Italian chef would avoid like a vampire shuns garlic, but he was crazy about the thing, forcing Sky and I to watch every step of the process. Luckily we had a big bottle of wine to make it more interesting, and before too long we were eating homemade cheese raviolis in pesto sauce.
We retired to the den with coffee and spice cake that Maria had made that afternoon. That kept us out of trouble for a while, but Sky wasn’t going to let the evening go to waste and soon had his head buried in Sam’s lap. I sat behind him, nibbling on his ass and sliding a finger in occasionally until Sam pushed him off and swapped places with me. He flipped Sky onto his back, lifted his ass in both hands and angled in. It had been a couple weeks since the pool party and I knew Sky had spent some time with Cas and Adam, but neither of them was as thick as Sam. Sky took it all in one long slide; his tightly closed eyes and tense jaw the only clue that it was an effort.
“Save it for me,” I told Sam as I knelt across Sky’s belly, as far back as I could get. I could kiss Sky, and feel Sams stomach bump up against my ass every time he stroked in, pushing my cock against Sky’s. Sam gripped my ass, his thumbs sliding between my cheeks. The whole arrangement was wild. My cock was in heaven, grinding between our hard bellies; my ass was being probed by a pro; and Sky, the best kisser in Texas, was working on my mouth. I never wanted it to end, but of course it finally did.
“Get him off,” Sam grunted to me, so I reached between us and tugged Sky to another noisy climax, coating us both with his thick, slippery cum. Once Sam felt Sky's ass begin to clench around him, he pulled out, yanked me backward, and unceremoniously slammed his cock into me.
"Make it snappy," he gritted out, groaning with the strain of holding back. He held me tight against him with one arm and slid the other down my body. As soon as he touched my dick, I was gone, and he was just a stroke later, pulsing inside me as he rotated his pelvis against my ass. Sky lay under us, tweaking my nipple with one hand, and gently squeezing my nuts with the other, watching our faces as we came. I let my weight down onto him, and Sam fell over sideways with a deep sigh.
"Mmmmm," Sky moaned. "I think Cas gets home tomorrow night. I can probably make it till then."
Sam snorted at that, and we all went to bed.
Chris's birthday was July 28th and Sam's was August 1st, so we had a big birthday bash on Saturday the 29th. We invited all sorts of people including everyone's parents, some co-workers, and Maria and her family. I had it catered with a barbeque wagon and a bartender, so none of us would have to work. We got it rolling in the early afternoon, so that the older folks and kids could have a good time before it got too late. About 50 people showed up including a couple that Chris knew from work, Ben and his partner Jesse. Ben was a financial analyst at Chris's firm, mid-30's with curly brown hair and nice almond eyes. Jesse owned a private security company and was probably 40 or so. He was ex-military and looked it with buzzed hair and a rock hard body, impressive even in baggy swim trunks and a t-shirt. He was pleasant, but a little aloof and very observant, and I couldn't help but wonder if the guy ever let himself relax. Chris had told me that he and Ben had been together for about six years, and I noticed that each wore a silver band on his left hand.
We had a great day everyone ate too much, drank a little, swam a lot, got some sun, and met new people. By 8pm, only my guys, and Ben and Jesse were left. We moved down to the jungle pool and really relaxed. Never the shy one, Adam shucked his suit first thing, as usual. Cas joined him, and before long, all nine of us were naked and clustered around the hot tub, in it or sitting on the edge. Ben was in the tub leaning back between Jesse’s knees, and it was easy to see how well they fit each other. They reminded me of Sam and me. Jesse’s body was amazing; not gym muscles, but real world, don’t fuck with me, muscles. Chris told me he had been in the Special Forces. I wasn’t surprised. He had the look of a man who could stay alive by his wits.
Sky was starting to feel like one of the gang by now. In the five weeks since he’d first fooled around with Cas and Adam, he’d spent a lot of time with them together and singly, and had spent the night with Sam and me one other time since the pool party. I didn’t know if Jesse and Ben were monogamous as a couple, but it seemed as though Ben was eyeing Sky with a little bit more than idle curiosity. Sky, so far, was clueless. Zane, Adam, Sam, and I were all in the tub with Ben between Zane and me. Chris was sitting behind Sam, Sky behind Zane, and Cas had his feet dangling between me and Chris. We talked about all kinds of things, wandering from topic to topic as someone asked a question or told a story. Ben had ridden as a kid and asked me about Castlewood, and what it was like to compete. That led us off into the story of my accident, which earned me a long contemplative look from Jesse, which I returned curiously.
Everyone decided to stay when we called it a night around 11. Sam walked up to the house with everyone but Ben and Jesse, cause I was putting them in the cabana. When Ben wandered off to look around inside, Jesse turned to me, running those vigilant eyes over my face before gripping my shoulder with one hard hand. I tensed up a little, wondering what was up with this guy. He leaned closer so that our faces were about a foot apart and spoke quietly.
"You ever need something, anything, you call me.” It was more an order than a statement, and I nodded obediently, too caught up in his intensity to do anything else. He stared at me a second longer, then released me and smiled. "Thanks for inviting us. You've got a gorgeous place here and good friends. See you in the morning.” He disappeared into the cabana and I stood there for a moment, staring at the door, wondering what the hell just happened.
Sky had been lured away, or maybe abducted, by Chris and Zane, so it was just Sam and me tonight. He was already in bed reading, but lay down his book when I came into the room. I must have still had a perplexed look on my face cause he frowned at me. "What's the matter?"
I shook my head, and told him about my little conversation with Jesse. He looked back at me, blinking. "Why would he say something like that to you?"
"Beats the hell outta me, but I'd rather have him on my side than not, I guess. He owns that security company. Maybe that's his way of drumming up business.”
We shrugged it off and I climbed in beside him, lowering my weight onto him as he reached up to wrap his arms around me. We lay there for a while, kissing, moving against each other a little, but not working very hard at it, just letting things heat up on their own, which they did nicely, ending up with me on my belly impaled by Sam's cock. We don't often do it that way, so it was different to have him hanging over me, kissing my back. It was very passive for me, and I really got into just laying there while he did his thing, although I missed being able to watch him and kiss him easily.
Finally, he pulled me up so that I was on my knees and elbows, and got to work with one hand gripping my hip and the other wrapped around my cock. I was distracted, I guess, and wasn't getting there fast enough to suit him cause he flipped me over, slid back in, and banged the hell out of my prostate. It only took about ten strokes till I moaned and started gushing onto my stomach. Sam gave me a tight smile of approval, and pulled out just in time to add his load to mine, wincing a little each time he pulsed.
Morning announced itself with the smell of coffee and bacon wafting up the stairs. We smiled at each other and trotted down in boxers to find everyone in the kitchen already. Seems like we're always the last ones up the next morning. Jesse gave me a nod, which I returned. After breakfast, we swam for a while, and then everyone started heading home. Eventually it was just Sam, Ben, Jesse, and I. We sat around the pool making idle conversation till Ben and Sam got too warm and hopped back in the pool. I turned to Jesse.
"What did you mean last night?"
He glanced at me, then off across the field, and his expression was somber. He turned back to me and sighed. "Sometimes I get feelings, hunches. I don't usually speak up, but I had one about you, and it was strong enough that I decided to tell you.” He shrugged a little. "Sometimes nothing comes of it, but mostly something does. I wanted you to know that if you need help - the kind I can provide - you only need to ask."
"Something bad?” I asked, trying to read his face. I felt a chill despite the warm day.
He glanced at me again. "Well, if it was good, you probably wouldn't need me, would you?” He shook his head and stood up. "Look, don't get all rattled. It may be nothing, but my batting average is pretty good.”
He raised his hands in a gesture of surrender and cannon-balled into the pool, almost drowning Vincent who got caught in the resulting tidal wave. I watched him thoughtfully for a bit, but couldn't make any more of it than what he'd said. I didn't know of anything that was looming on the horizon to bite me in the ass, but you never know. I tucked the offer of his help away in a corner of my mind, just in case. They took off soon after that with promises to keep in touch.
Life was good, and over the next couple of days I forgot about Jesse's prophecy of doom. One evening, I came home to a dark house and was surprised at how let down I was, not to be greeted by Sam's warm, deep 'hey, babe'. I couldn't recall that he said he'd be busy, but it looked like I was on my own. I unsaddled Xia slowly and wandered up to the house, not thrilled at the idea of a lonely dinner by myself. It made me realize again how much I loved us being a couple, having him there to come home to, being greeted with a hug and a kiss. I toed off my boots at the door, slouched into the kitchen, and went toward the fridge for some wine.
As I lifted my head, I saw a single votive candle burning on the counter. I stared at it for a moment, not realizing its significance. Maria had left a candle burning all day? That seemed unlikely. I walked over to blow it out, and as I got closer, I saw that it was holding down a little note. Sam's handwriting instructed me to pour myself a glass of wine and follow the candles. Smiling now, I poured a glass and took a big sip. I stood still for a moment, listening, but the house was silent, and I had no idea where he was or what to expect.
I walked to the door of the kitchen, and peered down the long hall. About twenty feet away, in the center of the hall, sat another candle with a second note. "Take off your shirt, slowly, button by button.” As I complied, I closed my eyes and rubbed my hand over my chest, feeling my nipples harden as my fingers brushed over them, imagining it was his hand. Just outside the door to the den, a third candle and note told me to get naked and come inside. By the time my pants dropped to the floor, I was semi-erect with anticipation. The room was dark except for a few more candles, and I stood in the doorway for a moment letting my eyes adjust.
Sam was standing on the far side of the room, leaning against the wall, ankles crossed. He was naked, a glass of wine in one hand, and his balls in the other. His penis was full and firm, but still hanging down. When he knew that I saw him, he didn't touch himself but swelled gradually to full erection, his cock rising to stand rigidly out from his body. The reflection of a candle flame shimmered in the glistening drop that welled from his slit. This explicit and unmistakable display of his desire for me said more than words ever could. He was watching me intently, his eyes dark and locked onto mine. As I stared back at him, Right Where I Am by Alabama began to play. I listened to the lyrics as Sam sat his wine down and crossed the room to take me in his arms.
And right where I am
Is where I wanna be
It's all I want
It's all I need
Forever in your arms
It's alright with me
'Cause right where I am's where I wanna be
We danced slowly, our embrace loose so that we could look at each other. Sam didn't smile, just ran his gaze over my face as though he was memorizing every curve of my cheek and jaw. Soon he closed his eyes and pulled me closer, pressing his face to mine. As the song ended, he kissed me slowly and tenderly, gradually deepening the kiss until we were both breathing hard and grinding our bodies together. He must have set up the CD player for just that song because the room was silent now. When our kiss ended, he held me tightly, burying his face in my neck, and I could feel him trembling just a little. We stood there for several minutes as the emotion of the moment built between us.
Our bellies were slick with precum as we began to move against each other. Sam lowered us to the floor, and lay on me with one leg between mine, wrapping his hands under my shoulders. He still hadn't said a word; everything he felt was in his face as he looked down at me, rolling his pelvis against mine. Our hard cocks glided through the warm, tight press of our stomachs, each stroke accompanied by our sighs and moans. My hands gripped his solid back, the muscles rippling under my palms as he moved on me.
When he lowered his head to kiss me, I knew I wouldn't last long. The whole evening - the disappointment when I thought he wasn't home, the growing anticipation as I followed his notes, the thrill of seeing him naked and hard with wanting me had brought me to a state of urgent arousal. I wrapped my leg over his and began to pump hard, panting with need. He joined me, and we bucked against each other until I cried out and flooded our bellies. The feel of my hot cum on his cock brought Sam to a hard orgasm just a few strokes behind me. His harsh groans filled my ears as he ground against me, jerking with each pulse.
When he was still, he raised his eyes to mine as a soft smile widened his mouth. "That's one of the ways I love you, Dean." he said.
"There are others?" I asked him, smiling back.
"Mmm, yeah," he murmured, nuzzling my face with his nose and mouth. We lay there for a while, savoring the quiet of the house and the feel of our bodies so close together. Too soon, Sam pulled me to my feet and led me upstairs to the shower. We washed each other while Sam tickled and fingered my soapy ass until I was ready to bend over right there, but he just smiled and pushed me under the water to rinse off.
Dinner was Maria's enchiladas with the sangria that we kept on hand in the summer time. We ate in the den, cross-legged on the couch, facing each other and talking about our day. Sam was worried about his dad. Running three restaurants was wearing him out, but he wouldn't hear of maybe selling off one or two of them. I was having problems with a big mare that Chloe had purchased despite my reservations. She was a good jumper, but head strong and too used to getting her own way. After dinner, we walked hand in hand down to the hot tub where we lounged until it was full dark. The sky was clear, filled with stars and a meteor shower that was passing over. As we watched, shooting stars streaked across the dark sky. Out there in the tub, far from the lights of the house, it seemed like a private show for just the two of us.
When the falling stars slowed, I pulled Sam out of the tub and into the cabana under the waterfall. We kissed and touched for a long time, desire building slowly, until Sam rolled me to my stomach and held my wrists to the bed, as he roamed his mouth over my shoulders and neck. His erection dipped to my back now and then, leaving cool traces of precum behind. The wet warmth of his tongue sliding down into my ass had me moaning and lifting my hips to him. Sam let go of me long enough to shove a pillow under me, then gripped my thighs and opened me to his mouth. As I've mentioned, he’s very good at rimming, taking his time, teasing with flicks and circles, pressing in a little, just enough to make me beg for more. The sounds his mouth made sucking and licking me were incredibly erotic, and my leaking dick twitched and jerked constantly.
When he had me moaning non-stop, desperate to impale myself on his tongue, he moved in close behind me and pulled me up to my knees. With one arm tight around my chest, he pushed his cock between my legs and slowly dragged it back until it slipped into me. He tucked his hips under as I groaned and dug my fingers into his thighs, pulling him closer. That first moment of penetration is amazing; deeply satisfying in a primal sort of way; the slight initial discomfort only intensifying the incredible pleasure that follows.
He brought both hands to my chest, brushing lightly over my nipples at first, and then rolling them slowly between his thumb and the side of his finger. He timed the twists to coincide with his thrusting so that the sensations merged, and it felt like my entire body was pulsing to the beat of his cock. When I began to shake with arousal, Sam clasped me tightly to him for a moment, then put one hand down and lowered us to the bed. He lay on top of me, our bodies moving in counter point as he drew his hands along my arms and down my sides to my hips, pushing his hands under me to hold my cock.
I begged him to finish me. Instead, he handled me just lightly enough that I was achingly ready, but not quite there. He kept me hanging for what seemed like hours before he slid slowly free, pulling one of my legs across in front of him to put me on my back. He pushed my knees to my chest and entered me smoothly, inching forward, pressing his way to full penetration. I looked up at him as he wrapped his hands low around my thighs and began to thrust. His eyes were closed, his head thrown back, the cords in his neck taut with the effort. His mouth was open and sweat trickled down from his hairline, over his jaw, leaving tracks like tears on his dark skin. The hair on his chest had matted into damp curls from laying on me, and his muscles flexed deeply each time he pulled me to him.
He slowed his stroking to long, deep glides that took him almost completely out of me, then fully back in, slowly enough that I could feel the contours of his thick cock on every nerve ending in my ass. A string of precum dangled from my cock, and my poor nuts were swollen and throbbing. I knew I'd blow the minute either of us touched my cock, so I kept my hands tight on Sam's legs, willing myself to last until he let me go.
He finally released my legs, dropping forward over me onto braced arms, and when I opened my eyes, he was watching me. "Ready, Baby?"
I was beyond rational speech by then and could only moan. "Ohhh, God . . . "
He smiled as a drop of sweat fell from the end of his nose to my chest. "Then do it. Come for me, Dean."
His words freed me, and I wrapped one hand around the back of his neck and touched the tip of my penis with the other. I glided one wet finger lightly down my cock, holding my breath as I felt my orgasm rolling up from my testicles. When it burst from me in short ropey streams, it was all I could do to maintain eye contact with Sam. His face contorted in empathy and then he was gone, too, shuddering over me as his body tightened with each contraction. As he swelled within me, I found my voice. "I love you," I whispered to him as he emptied himself.
When he was finished, he lowered himself to me, sliding a little in the slick of cum I'd coated my belly with, until he softened and slipped from me. I rolled us until we were on our sides, and then leaned into him so that our foreheads touched. "That was another way?" I asked.
His eyes were closed, but he smiled and nodded, his nose bumping into mine. I kissed him and said, "I guess I better think up a few ways to show you, huh?"
He opened his eyes then, pulling back so that he could look at me. "I already know.” His face was solemn, his eyes full of the passion and love he felt for me. We looked at each other for a long moment, and then kissed gently, almost tentatively, feeling our way. It was one of those all too rare moments between two people when everything is simply perfect.
The memory of that night would prove to be the only thing that got me through the next few months when our lives changed so drastically.
Fields of Gold Part Three Continued
Thank you VicFm for this Perfect Pic for this chapter! DDD
