“If you knew how I wanted this, Sam, love, how I wanted to see you and touch you like this. I can’t believe I’m doing it now, I’m afraid it’s only a dream.”
“Tis not a dream, Mr. Frodo, and no mistake … Now, let your Sam take care of you …”
Then it was Sam’s turn to caress Frodo, almost in trance and adoration. He started massaging Frodo’s sac with one hand, while with the other he was pulling and pushing the velvet soft skin of his master shaft, up and down, rhythmically covering and revealing the swollen red head, which was already leaking.
Then he dared more. That liquid pearl was so inviting, and the need to taste Frodo’s inner essence so strong, that Sam could not resist bending down to kiss Frodo member, to lick its tip, delicately swirling his tongue on and around it, eliciting soft cries from the other hobbit, who was madly tangling his fingers in Sam’s blond curls, holding him close to his groin.
“Oh Sam, yes! So .. so good ..” Frodo moaned, feeling Sam’s mouth engulfing him, taking him in until he could, until he hit the back of his throat.
Then Frodo suddenly begged Sam to stop.
“Don’t you like it Sir? I’m sorry if I did something wrong …” He looked at his master in worried puzzlement.
Frodo struggled to calm his ragged breath. “No Sam, dear, don’t worry, that was the most wonderful sensation I’ve ever felt. But I want it to last. Tonight is ours, Sam, and I want everything…”
He stared at Sam with eyes full of love and wild desire.
“I want to make love with you Sam … I want to be yours, completely…”
“You mean …” Sam dared not hope so much.
“Yes Sam, you know what I mean. I want to feel you … inside me … if you want it too.”
“Of course I want it …” Sam smiled shyly, then continued, “I love you, Mr. Frodo. And I want you, more than anything …”
“Just Frodo, Sam … please. At least for tonight, just Frodo. Let me hear it, Sam. Say my name, please … ”
At this, Sam kissed Frodo, tenderly stroking his dark curls. “I love you, Frodo.”
His own name had never sounded so sweet to Frodo. “And I love you, Samwise, my dearest Samwise.”
Without another word, Frodo took the younger hobbit hand in his, and holding his eyes on Sam’s, inserted two fingers in his mouth and began sucking on them hungrily, tasting the faintest trace of earth and salt. Then he spread his legs and guided Sam’s hand towards his opening.
Sam forced the tight entrance and slid inside it, first one finger, then adding another. He gave Frodo time to relax and get accustomed to the new feeling, before starting to move back and forth, in the most intimate of caresses. Frodo’s chest started heaving, and he arched his back, crying out with pleasure.
Almost trembling from the strong sensation and surrendering to the desire to try more, Frodo begged,
“Come here, Sam, let me taste you …”
