Chapter 4
Sam
The offer to go back to Paul’s place made his heart race. It could be innocent but there was that slight chance that it would turn into something more. Sam didn’t want to let his entire life be ruled by maybe and what if situations. How was he going to meet new people and make friends if he avoided every opportunity that came up? “I would like that very much Paul. I’m curious to see how many trophies a world class swimmer has on their wall.” He reached down to grab his camera bag and stood up from the table.
Paul gave a hearty laugh. “Not as many as you think that I might have. I have a few and I’m proud of them. I want to see how I fair in the regionals. This could be my opportunity to go further. I want to push my limits and be the best.” The two of them maneuvered through the crowded outdoor tables to leave. Paul lead the way through the busy sidewalk. Sam followed behind because the crowd made it impossible to walk side by side. He wasn’t disappointed by that either. He got to walk behind the sexy alpha and check out his ass in those shorts. It left something to the imagination, but Sam could day dream.
Upon reaching a tall building, Paul opened the door for Sam. “This building used to be zoned for office space but when no one was buying the available rooms or leasing them, they converted the entire building to residential apartments.” The lobby to the building had marbled flooring in black and white with dark red wood that lined the walls. Paul pressed the button for the elevator. “I live on the seventh floor.”
The elevator dinged upon reaching the ground floor. The doors opened and the two of them stepped inside. The doors closed and the lift jerked a bit before it ascended upwards. Sam watched the floor numbers going up on the elevator panel. It wasn’t too late to turn back if he wanted. He could just say he had an errand to do. Air filled his lungs as he took a deep breath. Why was he worried? It would be a brief visit. He wouldn’t stay long.
The number on the panel read seven and the doors opened up. The hallway had a burgundy color carpet and the walls were a cream color. Sam found it hard to believe that no one wanted to buy the spaces or lease them. This was a nice apartment building. The hallway was large enough that Sam could walk next to Paul. “After seeing the lobby, I can only imagine what your place looks like. Everything in here looks expensive. You must pay a fortune in rent.”
Paul shook his head as he reached his apartment. Seven hundred thirty-four. The brunette brandished a key from his pocket and unlocked the door. “It is not all that elegant. The outside of the place looks better than what they did with the rooms.” The door swung open to reveal the inside. The design was utilitarian. White tiled floor and black counter tops in the kitchen. A black couch faced toward a wall mounted television. A small round wood table sat off to the side of the kitchen area with wood chairs around it. Two doors lead off from the main area directly to the left upon entering. Sam could only conjecture that it would be for the bathroom and the bedroom area.
Next to the television was a four-level book shelf. Sam walked over toward it and saw the few trophies that sat upon it. Paul wasn’t being modest when he said he didn’t have many trophies. There were three of them in total. Two bronze trophies with a gold one in the middle. “You weren’t kidding when you said you didn’t have many trophies. At least you have one gold trophy. That is an accomplishment.”
“Yeah. I do have that one. Actually, I should have another one from the competition today. I didn’t want to stick around for the aware ceremony. Besides, if I had done that, I wouldn’t missed out meeting you.” Paul pulled out a photo album from the shelf. He walked over to sit on the couch before flipping open the pages. “Most of the photos in here are from my manager or ones that people sent to me. I don’t have a professional photographer following me around to get good shots like the ones you took.”
Sam sat down next to Paul on the couch. He looked at the pictures that were in the photo album. Most of them were amateur photographs. Probably taken with a cell phone camera. The resolution on them had a grainy appearance. Sam flipped through the photos to look at each of them. “Yeah, I can see what you mean. Sometimes it is all about timing and lighting though. Like this one here.” He pointed to a photo that showed Paul emerging from the water with his mouth open and water dripping down his body. “That is a good photo. Even the worst camera can take a good photo given the right conditions.”
“I see what you mean. Yeah, I never thought of it like that. It might be why so many people think they can be professional photographers. They get a few good shots and then try to go into business thinking it is quick money.” Paul actually had no idea how good the money was in photography. He closed up the photo album to set it onto the coffee table in front of the couch.
The redhead nodded a few times. “Yes. Quick money. I wish that was the case. It is a lot of hard work to be a photographer anymore. Not only do you have to know the right lighting situations and how much exposure to use in your shot, but you have to know digital editing software now. Many professional photos are touched up after they are taken. If it was easy money, I would be making a lot more than I do.”
Paul put his hand on top of Sam’s leg. He moved it up to Sam’s knee and gently squeezed. His fingers were massaging along his leg just above his knee. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to say what you do is easy. I’m sure that it is quite difficult. You worked hard to get where you are. I can see it in your photos. You have a good eye for detail Sam.”
Sam’s eyes looked down at the hand that was on his leg. He turned his head toward Paul. “Could you stop doing that?” Sam placed his hand on top of Paul’s hand but he did not remove it like the previous time at the café.
“Stop doing what?” Paul replied. His hand moved away from Sam’s grip to go up his inner thigh. Sam inhaled sharply when those fingers glided across the front of his pants. The stiff bulge in his pants could be felt by the brunette. He was working his palm across the front of Sam’s pants. His fingers curled around the stiff member through the material of the pants and stroked.
A groan escaped from Sam’s lips when he felt the hand working across his cock. His left hand came down to grip onto the couch cushion. Paul’s fingers slid up to the top of his pants and flicked the button open. The zipper slid down and Sam could feel the fingers gliding across the front of his boxer shorts.
Paul positioned himself in front of Sam on his knees. His fingers hooked into the waistband of the pants and boxers, dragging them down his hips. Sam’s rock-hard cock sprang out as the pants reached his knees. Paul’s fingers curled around his now exposed cock and started to jerk up and down on the stiff member.
Sam bucked his hips toward the jerking motion of the hand. His eyes rolled closed with his hands gripping onto the couch cushions. It had been so long since someone had touched him like this. It felt wonderful!
Gazing down at the man before him, Sam’s mouth opened in shock when he felt warm lips wrapping around his cock head. Those lips sank down over his throbbing shaft. The slick sensation of saliva engulfed his member. Sam could feel the tongue licking across the underside of his cock. His right hand came down to rest on top of Paul’s head. Fingers lacing through his black curly locks of hair.
The tight suctioning of those lips around his shaft caused Sam to arch his back. His cock swelled inside of Paul’s mouth before his hot seed sprayed out for the handsome brunette. Paul swallowed down the sticky seed before he pulled his head back. He licked his tongue up Sam’s rigid shaft before swirling it around the tip to clean off the last remnants of his orgasm. “That was delicious.” Paul stated as he rose up from the floor. He tugged his shirt off to reveal his flat abdomen and his muscled physique.
Those words rang out in Sam’s ears though. “That was delicious.” It was the same words that his ex-husband used whenever he gave him a blow job. Those old feelings came back to him and he couldn’t continue. His hands reached down to grab onto his pants to pull them back up as he rose from the couch.
“Thank you. For this. I needed it. I think I did. I don’t know for sure. It felt good, but I can’t do this. Not right now. I hope you understand.” He buttoned up his pants and grabbed his camera bag from the floor.
Paul didn’t know what to think. He followed after Sam as the redhead opened the door to leave. “You don’t have to leave. We can talk about it if you want?” Sam left out the door and hopped into the open elevator. Paul stood by the open door to his apartment and watched the elevator doors close. He didn’t even get his number. How was he going to fix this?