Wyatt couldn't wait to return the favor, to taste every inch of him. Thinking about sucking him off sent Wyatt over the edge. Breathing quickening, heart racing, he was swept under, drowning in unimaginable bliss.
In a rush to have him, he pulled Sam up for a hot kiss. He then got him to sit up on top of him. While Sam straddled his chest, Wyatt ran his hands over his thighs.
Sliding down, he positioned himself so that Sam's knees were on either side of his head. With Sam hovering over him, looking down in surprise, Wyatt licked the underside of his cock then gave him a teasing grin.
"You look so beautiful," Wyatt said to him.
Slowly, he pushed his hands up the backs of Sam's thighs and felt him shiver. Taking hold of his ass, he encouraged Sam to push inside his mouth.
He loved the feeling of it. Over and over again, Sam's cock pumped in and out, filling him. Wyatt hooked his arms around Sam's thighs and fondled his ass.
When Wyatt started stroking his hole, Sam lost it. He flooded Wyatt's mouth with his come. Wyatt swallowed greedily then licked his lips.
Sam was cursing and he moved down, telling Wyatt, "You're too good at this." Moaning and whimpering but properly satisfied, he dropped into Wyatt's welcoming arms so they could share a kiss, share everything.
When he started to open his eyes the next morning, Wyatt was blissfully happy to feel Sam snuggled against him. His happiness didn't last though. As soon as Sam was awake, he was springing out of bed and looking around for his scattered clothes.
Raising himself up on one elbow for a better view, Wyatt watched him gather his clothes. "I forbid you to cook breakfast," he told Sam. It was Saturday but Sam had to work.
"I don't have time anyway, but I'm jumping in your shower so I can go straight to work," Sam told him.
"Borrow some of my clothes too, if you want," Wyatt offered.
"Maybe a shirt?" Sam said.
Wyatt got up and went to his closet. "I know just the one. A friend of mine got it for me because he said it would show off my chest," Wyatt said as he got out the graphic light blue t-shirt that was a little too tight for him, and would perfectly outline Sam's chest too.
"I want a different shirt," Sam told him and eyed Wyatt like he had told him to walk around in nothing but a jockstrap.
"I have boring shirts too," Wyatt said to him.
"That's the kind I want," Sam told him.
"We'll give you a ride to work, and I'll take the kids to breakfast at the café at the same time, so don't try to refuse," Wyatt told him as he dug through his closet and came out with a light, plaid, gray and white shirt with metal snaps. "Does this work?"
"We agreed on boring," Sam reminded him as he held it. "This shirt feels too nice."
"You like it. I can tell," Wyatt told him then he kissed him. "I don't want to pressure you, but think about going on a real date with me sometime soon. OK?"
"Actually, I have an idea, but I have to talk to Mrs. Del Rio first," Sam said and bit his lower lip. "You have someone who can watch the boys?"
"Lara, who lives down the road from here, offered to exchange babysitting duties. I'll see when she's available," Wyatt said.
"It would be a late dinner. Closer to midnight really. Is that OK?" Sam asked.
"More than OK. I'm intrigued."
"It won't be that exciting."
"It will because it's our first date. I can't wait," Wyatt told him while sliding his hands around to his lower back and pulling him closer. "Want to shower together?"
"And be late for work? No."
"OK. I'll go tell the kids the plan. Be good in there," Wyatt told him with a wink as Sam headed for the shower. Sam groaned and shook his head at him, but Wyatt didn't picture him being good while in there. But this wasn't the time to dwell on what Sam might get up to while naked and wet.
Wyatt went out the bedroom door and called out to the kids, "We're taking Sam to work and going out to breakfast!"
As he went to make sure the kids got ready, Wyatt hated to miss out on showering with Sam. While they were waiting for him, Wyatt and the kids went on the back porch to make sure the dogs didn't get into any trouble when they let them out.
