Sam #2
God, he was horny. He’d known he was giving up any semblance of a sex life when he moved back home.
There wasn’t exactly a thriving LGBT community in their neck of the woods, and any like-minded individuals had more than likely left town anyway.
He’d have to find a way to make a quick trip into the city before school started because there was no way he was going to make it another few months with nothing but his hand for company.
Vaughn’s thumb began stroking along Sam’s spine, soft even caresses that had Sam biting his lip to hold back a whimper of need. “Sammy?”
Sam grabbed his beer and chugged some back, hoping the cold brew would cool him down. It didn’t.
“Hey, yeah, so… good to see you.” He had to move. Had to get Vaughn’s hand off his back or he was going to do something that would embarrass them both. “I’m just going to, uh, go now.”
Luckily, he’d paid for his order already so he slipped off the bar stool and scooted away from Vaughn. He didn’t look back as he wove his way through the other patrons and outside. He took a deep breath of the crisp night air then blew it out.
“Sammy? You okay?”
Fuck. Vaughn had followed him out. Sam plastered on his everything is fine smile before turning to face the other man. The words died in his throat when he noticed Vaughn’s eyes drift south… and stay there. Sam’s reaction to him was very visible in the tight jeans he wore.
It was Vaughn’s turn to gulp as he lifted his gaze from Sam’s crotch to his eyes.
Sam braced for revulsion, anger, disgust, or some other horrible reaction.
Vaughn surprised him by stepping forward without breaking their stare.
Sam couldn’t even blink. He was half convinced he was having a really hot dream.
“Sammy,” Vaughn said again, this time his voice a husky groan.
Sam shivered and his cock jumped in his pants. He automatically moved to adjust himself, but Vaughn caught his wrist in a tight grip. “Come with me.”
Vaughn spun and made his way to the back of the parking lot at a fast clip.
Sam was practically running to keep up when they suddenly stopped beside a huge SUV.
Vaughn turned Sam around and had him pressed against the side of the vehicle before he could blink.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” Vaughn growled.
And then he kissed Sam like he’d never been kissed before.
Sure, Sam was desperate and lonely and maybe a little needy, but he’d never had anyone take command of him like Vaughn.
No doubt, no hesitation. Vaughn demanded entrance into Sam’s mouth and he opened on a sigh for him.
Vaughn’s tongue immediately dove in, tangling their tongues together as the scruff of Vaughn’s beard roughened his skin.
Sam whimpered and tugged Vaughn closer, thrusting his aching cock against Vaughn’s and nearly passing out when he found an answering hardness hidden beneath Vaughn’s jeans.
Vaughn growled and grabbed Sam’s hips, pushing them together and thrusting desperately against Sam. He tore his mouth away from Sam’s, searched Sam’s gaze for something he apparently saw, because in the next moment he’d dropped to his knees and was tearing open the front of Sam’s pants.
“Fuck,” Sam groaned and thumped his head back against what he hoped was Vaughn’s vehicle. “Is this real?”
Vaughn tugged Sam’s boxers down and freed his cock before wrapping his work-roughened hand around it. “I’m asking myself the same question.”
Then he sucked the tip of Sam’s dick into his mouth, and Sam lost all ability to think or reason.
He might have forgotten how to breathe. He didn’t know what to do with his hands so he splayed them against the cool metal of the SUV.
He bit his lip and dared to look down to watch as Vaughn opened his mouth wider and sucked him even deeper.
“Oh, God. Fuck, that feels so damn good. Oh, God.”
Vaughn made another rumbling sound that vibrated its way up from Sam’s cock to his throat.
He choked back a cry of pleasure, finally finding a use for at least one of his hands.
He stuffed it in his mouth to prevent himself from making any other noises that would draw attention to them.
The last thing he needed was to be caught with his pants down in a parking lot.
He was a teacher, for fuck’s sake. The thought sobered him long enough to get at least a little blood flow back to his brain.
“Vaughn, wait.”
Vaughn stopped and pulled his mouth off of Sam’s dick. He looked up, panting for breath and looking very eager to get back to the task at hand.
“I can’t do this standing in the parking lot. I could lose my job. I’m sorry.”
Vaughn scowled and pushed to his feet. “You only protesting because of that? Otherwise you want this? Because I want nothing more than to fuck you.”
Sam’s knees buckled and the only thing stopping him from falling was Vaughn’s quick hands grabbing his hips. “God, I want that. But I can’t do it in the parking lot.”
Vaughn considered for a moment then pulled open the passenger door. He fumbled in the glove box for a minute and emerged with a condom and a little pack of lube. Sam wanted to ask how often he did this, but cut himself short. He really didn’t want the answer.
“Get in the back,” Vaughn said.
“Wh— what?”
“The back of the truck,” Vaughn said. “I can shut the door. That work?”
“I don’t… what?”
Vaughn smirked and grabbed his hand. He slammed the passenger door, pulled Sam around to the back of the SUV, and opened the rear hatch before lifting Sam by the hips and setting him on the tailgate. “Get in.”
“Oh fuck,” Sam groaned. “You’re serious?”
“Unless you changed your mind?”
It took approximately a second and a half for Sam to make up his mind.
He slid farther into the back end, giving Vaughn his answer without a word being spoken.
One of the seats was already folded down and allowed Sam room to stretch out his long legs.
A big medical box sat to one side with a couple folded blankets on top of it; otherwise, the back was completely empty.
Vaughn hopped into the SUV and closed the hatch behind him.
The overhead light blinked out, leaving them in only the dim light of the moon outside.
Sam swore the moon reflected in Vaughn’s eyes, making them glow an even more startling shade of blue than usual, but before he could even process the notion, Vaughn had covered Sam’s body with his and plastered their mouths together again.
Kissing Vaughn was even better than Sam had ever imagined, and sixteen-year-old Sam had a very wicked imagination.
Vaughn seemed to know what Sam was thinking before Sam had even thought it, knew where he needed to be touched without Sam needing to say the words.
Vaughn’s big hands were busy, pushing Sam’s shirt up, tugging Sam’s pants further open, pulling his own shirt over his head.
Sam let him do it all, his breath growing faster and faster as the idea of what was about to happen sank into his brain.
“Roll over,” Vaughn commanded as he unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock.
Sam stared at the hard length for a long moment before flipping over. He held onto the back of the seat in front of him and spread his legs as far as his bunched-up jeans would allow.
“Perfect,” Vaughn groaned.
Sam heard the rustling of plastic then felt the cool drip of lube over his hole. Vaughn’s fingers quickly followed, tracing over Sam’s entrance before one finger dipped inside.
Sam dropped his forehead against the leather cushion and moaned as Vaughn added a second finger, stretching him wide.
“Can’t wait, Sammy. Want to be inside you so fucking bad.”
“Do it,” Sam demanded. “I’m ready.”
More rustling happened behind him as Vaughn tore open the condom, slid it on, and slicked up his length with the rest of the small packet of lube. He moved in closer, his big hands gripping tight onto Sam’s hips. He thrust along Sam’s crease, building the anticipation between them.
“Vaughn. Fuck me. Now.”
Vaughn chuckled, deep and sexy, and then released his hold on Sam’s hip and directed his cock against Sam’s opening.
The first breach drew a startled gasp out of him at the sharp pinch of his hole stretching to allow Vaughn’s thick length inside.
Vaughn once again proved he was some sort of clairvoyant where Sam was concerned because he slowed and gently massaged Sam’s ass, whispering soft words Sam could barely process.
“That’s it. So fucking perfect, Sammy. You’re doing so great, taking me in, stretched so wide. Fuck.”
Sam pushed back, taking another inch inside him as Vaughn moved forward, meeting his movement with one of his own.
Vaughn groaned as he bottomed out and grabbed both of Sam’s hips again. “Gonna make you feel so good, Sammy.”
“Do it. I want to feel it for a week.”
Vaughn jerked behind him, letting out a wicked groan of pleasure, before he pulled his cock out and slammed home again. “You will,” Vaughn promised.
And then he began to move, thrusting deep and hard and fast. Sam lost himself to the sensation, keeping a tight grip on the seat in front of him to keep himself from slamming into it.
He slid one knee over, the scarcest bit of an inch, but it was enough to change the angle so every thrust hit that little bundle of nerves deep inside him. “Right there. Harder. Fuck me.”
The only sounds in the vehicle were their deep grunts of pleasure and the slap of skin to skin as Vaughn’s thighs slammed into Sam’s ass with every thrust. Sam saw stars, the thrill of the entire encounter making him lose control so much sooner than he wanted, but it felt so damn good, so fucking perfect that he couldn’t hold back.
He shot his load onto the rough carpet, crying out his pleasure as his orgasm flew out of him, through him, his entire body becoming a trembling, aching ball of want and need and desperate lust. He wanted more, grabbing his own cock and forcing the last bit of come out of him as Vaughn pounded into him once more, then twice, and one final slam home.
Vaughn’s legs shook with the force of his orgasm, his hands tightening to a bruising grip on Sam’s hips.
When Sam’s senses finally returned, he heard nothing more than their gasping breaths.
The windows were fogged over. Vaughn eased out of him and leaned back.
Sam’s breathing began to calm and his panic kicked in.
What the hell had he just done? He dared a glance over his shoulder, but Vaughn wasn’t looking at him.
His gaze was locked on the front of the bar where several of the men from Vaughn’s group were standing.
“I’ve got to go back in,” Vaughn said.
He removed the condom and fastened his pants again.
He leaned forward and Sam readied himself for another kiss, but Vaughn reached over his head and hit a button on the overhead light.
He scooted back quickly and opened the back hatch once more.
The overhead light stayed dark, preventing anyone from seeing it.
Sam hurried to get himself put back together and climbed out of the SUV behind Vaughn.
Vaughn glanced toward the bar once more then back at Sam. “See you around, Sammy.”
And then he hurried away, leaving Sam standing there with lube dripping out of his ass, finger-shaped bruises on his hips, and absolutely zero self-esteem.
But hey, he’d kept his promise at least. Sam had indeed felt their fuck for a week.
Of course, he’d felt like shit over Vaughn’s treatment for a lot longer than that.
“Sam? Are phones scary?” Ollie asked, pulling Sam from his memory.
Sam huffed and pretended he wasn’t flushed just from remembering Vaughn’s big hands on him and all the embarrassment and anger that had followed, and then reached out to goose Ollie’s knee to reassure him that phones weren’t scary at all.
Ollie flinched, and Sam went from embarrassed and angry over having to call the guy who’d used him for a quick fuck to just plain angry.
He knew exactly what that defense mechanism meant.
Someone had hit Ollie, and bigger than him or not, if it had been Vaughn, Sam planned on decking him first and reporting him to the police second.
“Ollie, you’re safe here, okay? I’m not going to hurt you or let anyone else hurt you. I promise. Now, are you sure you want me to call your family?”
Ollie’s eyes filled with tears. “I don’t have a family. But I need to talk to the alpha, Sam. It’s really important.” Such big words for such a little guy.
“Okay then. I’ll help.” Sam dialed the emergency number for the Jerricks’ clinic and was a bit surprised when the line was picked up on the second ring. “Jerrick Animal Clinic. Dr. Vaughn, speaking.”
“Um. Oh. Hi. Vaughn. Because yeah, two Dr. Jerricks would be confusing. So you’re Dr. Vaughn and not Dr. Jerrick.”
“Who is this?” Vaughn didn’t sound happy, not that Sam could blame him.
“Yeah, um, this is Sam. Sam Baker?”
There was a long pause before Vaughn spoke again. “Uh…who did you say? Do you have an emergency?”
Sam sighed. “Sammy Baker? From high school?” And that one night in the bar parking lot Vaughn had obviously forgotten.
“Sammy? I didn’t know you had a…pet?”
“I’d rather you call me Sam.” Sam took a deep breath, ignoring the bit of anger still writhing in his gut at Vaughn’s treatment.
“Look. Here’s the thing. I need to ask you a crazy favor.
Is there any way you could come over to my house?
Um, I have… okay, I actually think I’m insane right now.
Or possibly dreaming? But then again, I’d never actually dream this because it sucks so incredibly bad to actually have to talk to you again.
So if you could come over, like, right away, it would really help me out. ”
Vaughn didn’t respond for a moment. “Sam, are you okay?” He paused again. “Is someone there with you?”
“I’m okay. And, uh, yes. I was asked to call, uh, you? I think. Anyway, if you could—”
“Tell me your address. I’m on my way.”