A Man for Sam: Christmas in July
Straight to Gay
Straight-guy Sam goes camping with the intention of spending time with his kids, but his ex-wife has other plans, and he ends up by himself. He hangs out at the campfire with Larry from next door, and after a few beers, he spills his darkest secret—he once gave another man a blowjob. Larry is a lonely gay man, overjoyed to hear the sordid tale. As the beer flows, Larry’s mildly dominant personality leads Sam into his camper to experiment. And when Sam finds out just how good another man can feel, Larry takes him to his bedroom and explores the rest of him.
The men were quiet for a moment. "Are you married?" Sam asked, finally breaking the silence.
"Nope. Not the marrying kind, I guess." He took another long drink and turned the attention onto Sam. "How long were you married?"
"Eight years." He drained half of his beer in one long swallow. "Eight years before she kicked me out."
"Christ. I'm sorry. Sounds like she fucked you good."
"Yeah, well, I didn't have much of a leg to stand on."
Larry sat quietly, listening to the crackle of the fire and the chirp of the katydids, figuring that Sam would finish the thought when he was ready.
"She caught me with her best friend."
"Oh," Larry said. There didn't seem to be much more to say. Both men quietly drank their beers.
And then Sam continued to talk. "Her best friend's name is Tom." He continued to stare at the fire, so he didn't notice the sudden bulge in the front of Larry's khakis. "I don't know why I just told you that."
"My guess would be the insane alcohol content in this beer," Larry said. He lowered his voice. "Either that, or you knew that I wouldn't judge you."
Sam turned toward Larry and raised his eyebrows.
"That's why I've never gotten married, Sam. It wasn’t that I didn’t find anyone. I couldn’t legally marry another man," Larry said, adjusting his hard-on. His heart was pounding. He couldn't remember the last time he had sex. “It was easier to hit the road alone than to explain to my poor mother that I was gay.”
"Oh," Sam said, adjusting himself. "I think I need another beer, but I don't think I should get up."
"Yeah. I've got the same problem over here," Larry said.
Both men laughed, the kind of laugh more often heard from drunk teenagers—horny and slightly embarrassed. They looked around in the dark to see if anyone was in earshot. It was getting late, and most of the other campers were settled around their own fires.
Larry leaned toward the fire, putting himself closer to Sam. "Tell me about Tom."
Sexcerpt (XXX if available):
Larry rose from his chair and stepped into Sam's face. Sam stared at the magnificent cock in front of him and licked his lips. "Show me,” Larry said. “Just like you did to your ex-wife's friend." A large drop of pre-cum threatened to drip from his slit. "Better catch that before it hits the leather chair."
Sam looked up at Larry and stuck his tongue out just as gravity took the clear drop. Larry ruffled his hair and said, "Good boy. Now lick up the rest of it." Sam took a deep breath and used his tongue to collect all of the pre-cum pooled on the head.
"Mmm . . . " Larry moaned softly. "Your tongue is so nice and warm. Did you do this to Tom?" Sam nodded and opened his mouth with his tongue sticking out a bit. "You want my cock, don't you?" Before Sam could nod, Larry placed it on Sam's tongue and slid it to the back of his mouth. Sam's lips closed around his shaft and Larry's body shook. "Holy shit. It's been a long time since I've had a blowjob." Sam closed his eyes. "No. Look at me while you suck my cock."
Larry smiled and put his hands on the sides of Sam's head, holding it in place. He moaned as he rocked his hips, sliding his cock back and forth along Sam’s tongue. "Lick up and down my shaft." Larry's cock was long, but the younger man's tongue covered the length with ease. Sam's hand left his own hard-on. He moved his hands to Larry's legs, and he let them slide up to rest on his buns. "I'm hairy. I know," Larry said, moaning a bit as he spoke. As Sam caressed him, he felt his thighs tremble. "Oh god. Grab my balls." Sam cupped them gently, rubbing the skin on his sac and gently pulling the hairs.
"Oh my god, Sam," he groaned. Larry bucked his hips harder, fucking Sam's mouth faster and faster. His groans turned to grunts as his orgasm approached. He could barely speak, but just managed to ask, "Did Tom come in your mouth?" Sam nodded, bobbing his head on Larry's cock. "Then I'm gonna too." With that, Larry coated Sam's tongue with spurt after spurt of warm cum. Larry held Sam's head against his groin until his cock began to soften. As he pulled it out of Sam's mouth, he said, "Swallow it."
Sam hesitated for a split second before swallowing Larry's load. He smiled as Larry handed him the bottle of water. "Was that only your second blowjob?" Larry asked, panting hard.
"Yeah," Sam said, looking at his feet. "Obvious, huh?"
"Not at all," Larry said. "That was some pretty impressive oral work. Holy shit, can you ever suck a cock."