Sampsonight - Part 2
[NOTE: 'Crossroads' is copyright Carlton Television, and I do not know the sexuality of the fictitious characters contain within. Any similarities to persons real of fictious, dead or alive is purley coincidental.]
(Just to get you salivating - Joe is about 6ft 1in. He has broad muscular shoulders, very defined pecs and a fair bit of arm muscle. He has piercing blue eyes, short cropped blond hair and perpetually snoggable lips)
Gulping, Joe cross his small room to the en-suit bathroom where he preceded to splash his face with water. He had made up his mind . . . hadn't he?
YES. Of course he had. He WAS going to go ahead with it.
Slicking back his hair, he adjusted his shirt and trousers then walked out of his room, as he glanced down at his watch he saw the time, 20:27.
"Oh no!" he though, because ahead he saw Cleo Sampson. This was not the time that he wanted to exchange another tete-a-tete with her, especially considering what he was about to do.
"Hi Joe" Cleo chirped, but Joe just carried on walking past her, a steely determination on his face. It hurt him deeply inside to see her face fall as he swept past her, emotionless on the outside.
Even the simplest things began to fill his mind as he made his way to the room - anything other than thinking about what lay ahead. "42 . . . 44 . . . ahh, 46. Here goes" he though to himself.
TAP TAP TAP.
The silence was deafening. One second . . two . . three - wait, was that a movement he heard? Yes! And now the door was opening, but the lights were not on inside the room, and the difference between the corridor and darkness meant he couldn't make out a thing in the room.
Standing there, he cleared his throat. "Look Jimmy, what is this?" Nothing.
"Do you want me to come in?" Still nothing.
Curiosity got the better of him, and Joe stepped into the room.
Instantly, the door slammed shut.
"Wh- Hey- What is going on?" he managed to say after the sudden shock had left him. He turned behind in an effort to find the door, but however much as he scrabbled he simply could not find a door frame, let alone a handle or lightswitch!
Worse was still to come.
Joe started to walk in the opposite direction in the hope of finding a bedside lamp, or at least the person who was doing this.
Then he began to smell a sweet, sickly scent a bit like violets and cough medicine mixed together. This took an immediate effect on him. Firstly his arms began to feel like lead weights were attached to them, then his legs turned into jelly, on trying to shout for help he found that his voice has been been reduced to a whisper and next thing he knew he was crumpled on the floor - paralysed but conscious.
"What the hell have I let myself in for?" he thought - he knew from his father's experience that these Sampsons could be vile and degrading businessmen, but did this also apply to their 'pleasures'?
As this was running through his mind he felt firm hands grip him. No, wait . . . they weren't gripping him. They were removing his shirt! And next they took off his trousers, shoes and socks. He had been stripped down to his (classic white) briefs!
The most curious part of this experience was another affect the sweet scent was having on him - it must have been some kind of muscle activator, because whatever position the unknown hands placed him in, he stayed like that until they moved him again.
Still in this pitch blackness, it was so dark that he eyes could not adjust to the lack of light. As he lay there with most of his modesty removed he was further manhandled as he was 'moulded' into an upright kneeling position with his hands held out in front of himself. Then in an instant he felt a cock prise his mouth open! No sooner had this registered with him than he heard a click, and for an instant the room was lit up.
He saw it all.
The flash: It was a person with a camera mounted on a tripod - the person seemed to be wearing some of sort strange headgear over his eyes - so he could not make out who it was (especially as the person was dressed from head to toe in black clothes). Could it be Jimmy?
The cock: It was the hard, uncut, 5 inches of young Scott Booth! Son of Tracy and grandson of Kate. He was totally naked, and had a look of mock horror/disgust on his cute 18-year-olds face.
What on Earth was going on here????
[Hehe - I wonder . . . ]
Alex Huntington-Leigh
Sampsonight - Part 3
[NOTE: 'Crossroads' is copyright Carlton Television, and I do not know the sexuality of the fictitious characters contain within. Any similarities to persons real of fictious, dead or alive is purley coincidental.]
The camera clicked three more times, at which point the lighting in the room gradually began to come on.
The person who had been operating the camera pulled the headgear off. It was Jimmy Sampson. He started heading for Joes' motionless body - but Scott also wanted 'the prize'!
As Scott sat down behind Joe, Jimmy got to his front.
"Look Scott" Jimmy pleaded "you said I could have him first!" With that he pulled on the waistband of Joes' briefs. Joe mentally winced as the fabric rode up his pale arse crack - which was quite different to the light tan over the rest of his body.
"Tough, I've changed my mind replied Scott. So he pulled on the waistband of Joes' briefs from behind. This created great pressure on Joe's cock and balls - if he had been able to, his eyes would have watered.
After a few more tugs from each side both suddenly realised that this was getting them nowhere, and probably causing Joe a considerable amount of discomfort.
"OK then, together - after all, we both want different things!" Jimmy said in his usual diplomatic manner.
They both took the waistband in their hands again.
Jimmy said "I have been waiting for this for weeks - ever since you came!"
In one smooth motion, the briefs were pulled down over those handsome legs and down to his knees.
Scott instantly took a sniff of Joes hole, and then, with a smile across his face, began licking out the pink virgin bud.
Meanwhile, Jimmy was admiring Joe's beautiful cock. It was soft, about 4.5inches long, and a proportionally perfect width. It was a pinkish-peach colour, like the rest of Joe's skin. The two large balls hung an inch lower than the drooping head, framed by a bush of soft blond hair which continued (albeit less thickly) onto the balls.
At that moment, the cock began to stiffen and rise.
"Utt oh Scott" Jimmy cried, "Quick, get the restraints!"
Scott ran over to the camera and picked up two sets of cuffs - he then proceeded to handcuff and legcuff Joe together.
"Sorry - just a precaution" apologised Jimmy, "This" he said, grabbing the 7.5inch hardon, "means the benodryl flurodioxide is wearing off - now we wouldn't want you doing anything stupid, would we?"
This time as Joe tried to speak, he voice grew steadily as the muscles came back to his control. "You two are sick - why are you doing this to me?"
Jimmy explained. "Well you don't seem too upset" he said as he eyed the horizontal hardon in front of him, "But you see, Scott and I need a guarantee. If his mother ever found out that he was gay, he'd kill him - and my father would disinherit me, I've heard him talk about 'Bloody poofs' before"
Joe managed to sit down on his legs - he was tired after standing on his knees. Scott moved round the front towards Jimmy, as there wasn't a lot to see now.
Jimmy continued "We both like you, a lot, and were pretty sure that you liked us - however we can't take any chances. That's why we are going to keep those incriminating photos of you performing a blow job on a minor. It may not be true - but Scott's youthful looks do come in handy!"
Joe now had a chance to speak. "You guys are fucking organised - I would be proud of such a scheme if only I hadn't been the victim! Do you think you could let me out of these things [rattles his cuffs] so we can get on with it?"
"Not so fast" Jimmy smiled, "Scott, get your clothes on and take the camera to 'the place', then come right back".
"Sure - won't be long!" he said as he pulled a pair of tight red short on and threw on a plain white tee shirt.
"You two really are very suspicious!" said Joe as a grin passed his face, "Come back soon Scott - my arse needs that agile tongue of yours"
Scott gave Joe a wide smile as he walked over and picked up the camera - then pressing a button on a device that Joe couldn't quite see, made a part of the wall click open. He slipped his way out opening the door as little as possible - passing Virginia in the hallway. Imagine what she would say if she could see inside that room!
Meanwhile . . .
"Jimmy, do you think you could give me a hand with this please?" Joe said nodding down to his still hard cock.
"Sure - but lets do it properly" Jimmy replied with glee. Slipping off his black jacket, shirt, trousers, socks and shoes he was now in the same state as Joe.
The first thing that Joe noticed was that Jimmy was much better defined than you would image him to be - he had a slight six-pack, and firm if small pecs. He was also quite hairy - but this was exacerbated all the more because the hair was black.
He had a nice faint tan - not enough to make him look anything other than British, but taking off that pasty skin tone due to the poor weather here.
Jimmy's pants were a tight-fitting black model - clearly showing that he was easily as well endowed as his brother Ryan made out that he was.
Jimmy closed his eyes and kissed Joe - the feeling of his unshaven chin against the smoothness of Joe's felt strange at first, but soon he was too busy concentrating on his and Joe's tongues! In unison, their bodies sank to the floor, Joe lying on his back with his arms behind his head while Jimmy accessed him from the side.
Moving regretfully away from Joe's large pink lips, he made his way down his neck - kissing softly all the way - then onto those fine pectoral muscles. While his left hand toyed with Joe's already erect right nipple, he closed his mouth over Joe's left one. About 3/4 of an inch in diameter, and a dark brown colour that was almost black, it has a dusting of blond hairs surrounding it which had been invisible to Jimmy before.
Gently biting and sucking on it elicited soft moans from Joe, which made Jimmy even hornier. After quickly doing the same to the other nipple he continued downwards on his journey.
The treasure trail led him down nearer his prize - after passing the 'inie' bellybutton it became more of a National Trust Countryside Walk - becoming thicker and thicker until it clumped at the base of Joe's stiff cock.
As Jimmy licked down this path it caused Joe to laugh out loud - a really beautiful thing. The joy in his voice combined with the smile on his face was one of the things that had first attracted Jimmy to Joe the person rather than Joe the body.
Without warning, Jimmy swung his leg over Joe, straddling him, then swallowed Joe's long standing member - the wet warmth of his mouth felt like velvet against the most private part of Joe.
Jimmy had quite a big mouth! He managed something that no other had ever done before - fitting both Joe's cock and balls in his mouth at once.
Joe let out a gasp as the warn feeling enclosed all of his nether regions. Having shown off his 'party trick', Jimmy then set to work properly on Joe.
Grabbing onto his firm waist he began bobbing up and down on that fine cock - using every trick in the book to make Joe feel like a Queen - he paid special attention to the pale pink head - swirling his tongue over and over it again and again.
Joe was grunting heavily, really on the edge - "Jiiiiiimmmmy - I lllllooovveee yoouuuuuuuooooohh!" he managed to get out before he shot 3 creamy loads into his eager mouth .
Jimmy swallowed the present with a smile on his face. "I have known that I wanted to taste that since I first saw you - and you do not disappoint!"
"Well" smiled a very satisfied Joe, "why don't we see what I can do for
you?"
Jimmy smiled as he began to pull down his pants . . . .
[I am loving writing this story. Hope you all like it - plenty of J/O material if you watch the episodes :-). I have had requests to include the gay chef and Ryan which I am considering. Anyone remember of the gay chefs' fling - you know, the cute model? He could be fun!]
Alex Huntington-Leigh