The Hampton Road Club: Hesitant Heart Part 6

Aaron's smile widened. "Of course I will, little Sam. But let's get you cleaned up first, shall we? I want you to be comfortable for your first kiss."

Sam nodded eagerly, sitting up and moving off Aaron's lap. He was shown into the large bathroom next to Aaron's bedroom. He hoped it would be his bedroom too, but they hadn't really talked about that yet. The bathroom was very modern, much more so than the ones back at his father's Victorian mansion.

There were white hexagonal tiles on the floor, with large square ones that rose up on the walls, stopping right about where Sam's chin was. A porcelain lip edged the top and right below it was a black line detailing it the circ.u.mference of the entire room. He'd never seen a separate cubicle for a shower with an etched gla.s.s door before. It was right next to the curved bottom tub that was set in the floor. The one he'd used at home had been on legs that had feet like an animal's. Inside the shower were steel pipes that ran up the side and were attached to a large steel circle above. When Aaron turned on the spigots, water came out of small holes in the circle like a heavy mist.

"Come on, little Sam. Let's get you out of those wet clothes. I'll bring in your other ones." Aaron frowned. "We'll have to do some shopping this week for more."

Sam was about to protest until he remembered how he was supposed to let Aaron take care of him, make all the decisions. As he unb.u.t.toned his shirt, he experienced a wave of shyness. Aaron had let him use the washroom alone that morning at the hotel. But if they were going to do s.e.x things, he would have to take off his clothes. And, of course, he'd seen Aaron nude many times. As he pondered it, he realized that he'd seen Aaron more with his clothes off than with them on.

"Don't hide your body from me. Have I ever hidden mine from you?" Aaron didn't appear upset at all. He had that same twinkle in his eye that Sam loved.

"Okay."

He finished unb.u.t.toning his shirt then removed the rest of his clothing. He held them in a pile in front of him, unable to meet Aaron's eyes. He'd never been completely naked in front of anyone before, with the exception of his mother. But that had stopped when he'd been about eleven or twelve-when he'd started to grow hair on his private parts.

"You're still hiding, Sam."

He almost chewed his lip. Almost. Aaron had his arms outstretched, obviously wanting Sam to give him the clothes. Relinquishing the bundle to Aaron, he waited while he put them in a straw basket next to the door. When Aaron turned to gaze at his exposed body, he couldn't stop the trembling.

"Cold?"

Sam shook his head. The radiator that Aaron had turned on when they'd first entered had kept the room at a comfortable temperature.

"Frightened?"

"N-no..."

"Tell me."

"I'm embarra.s.sed."

Aaron arched his eyebrows. "You've never been naked in front of anyone, have you?"

"No. Not since I grew hair on my man parts."

Aaron's lip quirked. "I see. Another thing I'd like to do with you is expand your vocabulary a bit. But that can be done as we move along. You have a beautiful body, Sam. I like it very much." He motioned to the shower. "Come on. Let's get you washed up."

Sam grinned. Things kept getting better. Aaron opened the gla.s.s door that had begun to steam up and gestured for him to get inside. After soaping up with an amber colored bar that smelled like nothing he'd ever come across before, he shut the water off then dried himself with a fluffy green towel. He liked the towel. It was soft and thick and reminded him of being in a forest.

Aaron strolled into the room, startling Sam. He'd just finished peeing and he would've been more embarra.s.sed than he'd ever been in his life if Aaron had seen him doing that. Aaron regarded him.

"I heard the toilet flush, Sam. We're at the beginning, but don't expect privacy with me. You're mine. All of you. Agreed?"

Sam's cheeks were warm and he wasn't sure if he would ever not be self-conscious over such a thing, but he nodded. He would never disagree with Aaron about anything.

"I need to hear you say it out loud, so we have no misunderstandings."

It was the sound of Aaron's voice. It was that same easy, calm tone he continuously used that made Sam's insides all gooey.

"Agreed."

Aaron gave him a warm smile. "Good boy."

Sam smiled back. Newly emboldened, he pulled the towel away to expose himself to Aaron's eyes.

"Where do you want me to put this?"

The approval projected back at him from Aaron filled his heart with joy. He'd pleased Aaron. Every chance he got from that moment on, he would find ways to make Aaron look at him like that. Aaron gestured to the towel rod next to the shower.

"This can be your place."

After Sam had neatly folded his towel over the bar, Aaron extended his hand and led him to the large bed in the middle of the other room. He patted the mattress, the blankets and duvet already pulled to the end, only the dark green sheets left as a covering.

Sam clambered onto it, a buzz thrumming under his skin as he excitedly wondered if Aaron would tie him up. But he still wanted one other thing first.

Aaron dropped his robe then gracefully joined him on the bed. Sam must have had a questioning expression on his face.

"Ask me anything you'd like, Sam. I don't want you frightened or confused about anything we do together. And before you ask-no f.u.c.king, tying or pain today. We can talk about it, but we won't be doing it. Clear?"

"Yes. We will be doing other things though, right?"

"Anything else is fine, little Sam."

Sam flitted his eyes down to Aaron's hardening length. He was relieved to see that Aaron was excited too.

"Talk to me."

"Well...that man, Louis, the one who drove me down here, he told me that men can do lots of things to each other."

Sam noticed Aaron's expression darken.

"Yes. That's true. Why, pray tell, was this stranger telling you such things?"

"Oh, when I first got in his motorcar, he asked if I liked boys instead of girls. When I said yes, he wanted to know if I'd ever been f.u.c.ked. I didn't know what he meant." Sam tried not to blush, but he could feel the tell-tale heat. "He told me that a man could put it in another man's rump, but I wasn't sure if he was telling the truth. Then I asked him what other things men could do and he talked about them putting their parts in each other's mouths, licking..." Sam cleared his throat. "I'd thought there would only ever be touching or rubbing up against each other."

"And those are nice things to do too. But he was right about all the others as well."

Sam's eyes widened. "Oh."

"Do any of those acts scare or bother you? Such as a man putting his c.o.c.k up your a.s.s?"

Sam swallowed hard. "Um...maybe."

His gaze dropped to Aaron's fully hardened organ... c.o.c.k. It seemed awfully large to fit inside him.

"Would it hurt? I mean, not the erotic pain, but really hurt?"

"It might at first, but I would stop if it ever did. However, if I've prepared you enough, the hurt would turn into the erotic kind and it would help make you come. There's a spot inside your a.n.a.l pa.s.sage, a gland that has very sensitive nerves. When that gland is stimulated, it gives men a lot of wonderful pleasure."

It was an amazing secret that Sam had never known. Like all the other things his father had kept from him, it was something good that he'd been missing out on. Or maybe it was a mystery that only a few special men knew about, men as knowledgeable as Aaron. Sam marveled once again at his good fortune.

"That sounds terrific. Then why can't we f.u.c.k yet?"

"Good Lord, Sam." Aaron chuckled. "I'm overjoyed by your eagerness, but I'm the one in charge, right? This is your first day, so I'm letting several things slide. However, if you can't give me your unquestioning obedience, there will be consequences. Punishments."

Sam gasped. "You mean you would slap me across the face, hit me with a switch? Or take away my food for a day?"

Aaron reacted as if he'd been struck himself and a very serious look crossed his face. Aaron's voice remained low, but there was more of an intensity to it. "I would never hit you in your face. Ever. That's humiliating. I know some men who do that to their submissives and submissives who like it, but I don't. I would never starve you either, nor would I ever strike you in anger. We can discuss what punishments would be fair for disobedience later on." Aaron's expression softened, the twinkle returning. "Perhaps no cream sodas for a week?"

Sam's body relaxed. "Thank you, Aaron. I know you're a good man. I apologize for getting upset."

"And thank you for apologizing." Aaron stroked his knuckles across Sam's cheek. "Such a sweet thing. You already know I will be hitting you though, correct?"

Sam nodded. "But it'll be the erotic one."

"Yes, little Sam. Not the angry one." He caressed his cheek some more then dropped his hand. "Was it your father who struck you in anger?"

"Yes." Sam shrugged. "He did that a lot to all of us. Even my mother."

Aaron made a sound that reminded Sam of a growl.

"Animal. I'm so relieved that you left him. I will keep you safe, cherish you always."

Aaron opened his arms and Sam went to him gladly. It was so wonderful, so thrilling. Their bodies were flush against one another and Sam's length had stiffened, right along with Aaron's. He wanted to rub them together, but he still wished for something else first. Sam tilted his head up.

"Will you kiss me?"

Aaron's eyes lit up. "Ah, of course. I promised, didn't I? I mustn't go back on that."

As Aaron descended on him, Sam held his breath. He'd yearned to share a kiss with a man for so long, he thought he might faint from the antic.i.p.ation. The first soft touch of Aaron's lips on his own was glorious. He would remember it for always. Aaron moved gently, using little nibbles as he moved across Sam's mouth. There was moisture as he used his warm tongue to swipe at the seam of Sam's lips. He sighed, opening up to Aaron.

Aaron plunged inside and Sam grasped his shoulders, Aaron's scent mixing with the woodsy smell of the soap Sam had used. It was a heady combination and Sam's groin ached with need. The kiss deepened, stealing his breath. He answered back with his own tongue, desperate to share in Aaron's essence as the urgency increased. Aaron pulled back, panting, a huge grin splitting his face. "You're quite wonderful."

Sam wasn't sure he could even think straight. But he knew one thing for certain.

"More kisses?"

Chapter Six.

"It would be my pleasure, little Sam."

Sam's mouth was taken again and again, his c.o.c.k leaking, heated and desperate for attention. Soon Aaron stopped kissing Sam's lips, but continued down his chin, along his throat, then moving to his chest. Aaron licked at his nipples, the buds tightening in response. Oh, it was so good, so much. Sam squirmed and whimpered, his nerves alive and seeming to dance on his skin.

Aaron descended farther, nipping at his flesh then soothing it with a soft peck. When Aaron reached his curls, he rubbed his nose in them. Sam's erection brushed repeatedly against Aaron's chin, his cheeks, his lips. Grabbing Aaron's hair and digging his heels in the bed, he fought the urge to come. He didn't want to do that with Aaron's face down there. He might get mad.

As soon as Aaron's warm, wet mouth encased his c.o.c.k, he shot hard. He let out a strangled cry, mortified, but so exhilarated at the same time. Aaron didn't stop, didn't pull away. He continued to suck and lick, coaxing more j.i.s.m from Sam. The waves of his climax ebbed at last and Sam melted on the bed. Aaron kissed and loved on his crotch some more then scooted up the length of his body so that they were face to face.

Aaron propped himself up on one elbow and rested his head in his hand. He used the other to stroke the sweaty strands of Sam's hair back from his face. He regarded Sam with a lazy smile.

"You taste as delicious as I thought you would."

That seemed impossible. Sam had thought it was an accident that Aaron had eaten his spend then had stayed down there because he was being nice.

"It wasn't sickly?"

Aaron chuckled. "Not at all. Try for yourself."

Sam was taken in another deep kiss and was shocked that he could taste himself. It wasn't bad-especially mixed with Aaron's flavor. It was like what Aaron had said about the pain. It was erotic. He wasn't completely convinced that he tasted all that great by himself though. Maybe it worked best if he tasted someone he liked. He thought he might want to try Aaron's seed some time, since he already loved the flavor of his mouth.

Aaron broke their connection. "What do you think?"

"It was really nice." Sam sighed happily. "You make me feel so good."

"That's all I ever want to do. I plan on devoting my life to your happiness and well-being."

He was puzzled. Why would Aaron want to do such a thing?

"You're having a hard time believing me, aren't you? I see the bewilderment in your eyes. That's okay. It will take time. You'll become more secure the longer we're together. It will be up to me to prove my worth to you."

"But I need to prove myself to you. You're already so incredible."

Aaron peppered his face with light kisses. "Am I? You know so little of me still."

Sam took a chance and petted Aaron's face. There was the shadow of his beard growing back in since his early morning shave, but he liked the stubble. He stroked it backwards to feel the light sc.r.a.pe on the sensitive pads of his fingers. Aaron closed his eyes.

"Mmm. That's nice."

Sam kept going. He ghosted his hand down Aaron's throat until he reached his chest. There were dark curls covering it and he played in them. Sam's chest was absent of hair, so he'd never had the chance to do such a thing before. He found one of Aaron's brown nipples and ran his thumb over it. Aaron moaned then lay back on the bed, his eyes still shut.

"Lovely. Don't stop."

Getting braver, Sam teased the plump bits of flesh some more. He didn't pinch or twist them the way Aaron had done to him. When Aaron had explained the s.e.x things, Sam understood it to mean that Aaron liked to give the pain to his partner, not receive it. And besides, Sam couldn't ever imagine doing something to another person that he knew would hurt them-even if it was the erotic kind of hurt.

He lowered his hand again, rubbing circles on the flat belly, following a trail of dark hair down to the nest of curls at the base of Aaron's c.o.c.k. Licking his lips, he wondered if he had the courage to wrap his fingers around the long, thick member. It was the first time he'd had the opportunity to really examine it closely. He'd only ever taken furtive glances at it before.

The head was full and scarlet-tinged. It appeared darker at the tip than usual and Sam wondered if that was because Aaron was so aroused. There were glistening bits of moisture leaking from the slit and Sam felt compelled to taste them. He leaned over Aaron's body and flicked his tongue over the sticky substance. Aaron gasped and his shaft twitched of its own accord. Sam startled, forgetting for a moment what he'd just done.

Then he registered it and while there was a bitterness to what he'd taken into his mouth, it wasn't unpleasant. He liked that it had come from Aaron and that Sam was the one who had made his lover drip that way.

"Can you do that again, Sam? Put just the tip in your mouth and lick it. I don't expect you to take any more of me in tonight and I promise I'll stop before I come in your mouth."

It was a good thing he didn't want Sam to go beyond the end. He couldn't imagine how he could get Aaron's long length all the way in anyway. And he still wanted to touch Aaron's c.o.c.k. He'd wanted that for a while.