Trouty Mouth and the Leprechaun

Beta Credits: xxBlaineXKurtxx, G-AnakinRPG

Recap: New Directions kicked ass at Sectionals, and now everyone is happy again, except the Troubletones who are kind of sour they lost, meanwhile Rory met Sam's siblings and offered them wishes except he just wanted to be friends with them and had no interest in their pot of gold, but when Sam asked him out on a date for his wish, suddenly he found an interest in Sam's pot of gold. Now Rory has a boyfriend and so does Sam, but Brittany and Santana don't, because they don't like boys anymore, and that's what you missed on Glee!

-ooo-

Episode 3: Stepping Over the Threshold

Sam quietly snuck back into his house, not wanting to wake anyone. He went to his room, locked the door, and took off his clothes. He stood behind the door and looked at his nude form in the mirror.

Am I everything he is going to want? Sam wondered. He's already felt my chest, but what if he isn't satisfied with the whole package? He ran his hands down his abdomen, checking for any signs of pudginess. In his mind, so much as a pinch of fat was too much. He felt himself blush at the memory of his mother expressing her concern that he might resort to unhealthy dieting or starvation just to look good. Her expression humiliated him, and she never brought it up again.

Halfway down his sides he felt the tiniest bit of a pinch. Damn! All that food we ate is definitely going to fatten me up. I better double my workout this week.

While he had never been one to feel inadequate in the locker room, being slightly larger than average, he still had questions. Am I going to be enough for him? Does that even matter? I can't ask Blaine about it, that's just too weird. Well, maybe if I just text him.

Sam picked up his phone and pulled up Blaine's number. He wrote him a short text message with the question burning in his mind.

Do guys worry about, you know, size?

It was a full ten minutes before he got a reply.

If the guy is decent, then no. Are you seriously worried about that?

The comment struck him as funny since it did seem absurd to think about, but Blaine needed to remember that not everyone had experience nor were familiar with the mindset of a guy who likes other guys.

I guess so, I mean I don't want him to be disappointed.

Blaine replied quicker this time;

Stop worrying. If Rory likes you, and he obviously does, he won't care what you have down there.

As Sam pondered the response, a second message came through.

Besides, I heard in the locker room talk that you aren't exactly lacking in that department, so quit stressing about it. Tell me about the date later though, I want details!

Sam sent him back a quick reply while wondering exactly what 'locker room talk' was supposed to refer to. The only thing he could think of was that Kurt had seen him full frontal last year when he confronted him in the shower about their duet.

Damn that, I just want Rory here, right now. Man, his hands felt so good. His chest was so smooth… Sam kept thinking about their make-out session until his manhood began to rise before him. It looked like he would need a little release before bed.

Laying back on the bed, he closed his eyes, still thinking about the intense kissing and rubbing the two of them had been doing less than an hour earlier. He began to rub his hands over his chest, remembering the soft touch of Rory's hands on his pecs and abs.

He moved his hands further south, one hand gripping his swollen penis while the other continued to massage his stomach. He recalled the feeling of Rory's lips on his own, breathing in his minty fresh breath, replaying his sexy accent from when he whispered to him earlier.

Within minutes, Sam had stroked himself to a powerful orgasm, spurting his seed all over his chest with a series of throbs. He sat up with full intention of getting something to wipe up with, but his head began to swim. That was amazing. I have never cum so good by myself in my life!

Sated and tired, he finally got up, cleaned up, crawled back into bed and drifted into a dreamless sleep, happy that his wish had come true.

-ooo-

Before Sam could even open his mouth upon seeing Blaine, the dark haired teen slipped a DVD case into his hand with a label marked "Science Project."

"What's this?"

"Homework," Blaine answered. "Research material, since you had brought up a certain topic last night, I thought you might need a little education."

Sam gave him a quizzical look. Blaine nodded his head and after a moment, it dawned on the blonde that there were movies on the disc.

"So this is just men?"

"Yes…" Wow, he truly is clueless. Sam's naïveté was one of his endearing traits. While Brittany was just dumb and gullible, Sam simply let things go over his head until someone spelled it out for him. "You can keep that. Watch it, see what interests you. Then you can figure out what you might want to do with him when it gets physical."

Sam's face turned ten shades of red. There is no way in hell he could have had this conversation with Kurt. Kurt barely knew about sex himself, let alone talk about it with a man on man virgin.

"When the time is right, you can always watch it together, or let him take it home and watch it. Just remember, life is not porn. Don't try to make it so. Just relax, and let it happen. It's all about feeling good. Let your-"

"Let your what, what?" a voice interrupted. It was Kurt, referring to Blaine's unfinished instructions.

"Oh nothing, we were just jawflapping," Sam covered quickly. Kurt gave him a look of disbelief, but strangely let it go. "Well, see you guys later. Thanks again, Blaine."

Assured that Sam was now out of earshot, Kurt finally asked, "Thanks for what?"

-ooo-

The day went by agonizingly slow. Lunch took forever to arrive, the only high point of the day since the boys got to see each other for half an hour. After such an intimate evening, it was odd to have to act like nothing was going on. Other dating couples could hold hands, share a quick kiss, even just snuggle up close to each other, but that wasn't an option for the moment.

Sam almost had a heart attack when Tina commented that he and Rory had been spending a lot of time together, giving Mike a knowing glance as she said it, the pair holding back grins.

"I guess it's just been hard for you to get back into the group with everyone being so busy. It's senior year for a lot of the club," she pointed out.

"Maybe, but right now I got this guy to keep me company," Sam said, playfully mussing Rory's carefully styled hair. The younger teenager glared at him with irritation.

"Maybe Sam can discourage those guys from the sports teams from harassing you so much, Rory," Mike added. "If they see you hanging around him, they might realize it's not a good idea to mess with you. Of course we could just toughen you up a bit in the gym."

Mike's comments were laced with humor, but were of genuine concern. He didn't have time to be able to watch out for the kid the way he would like to watch out for a friend. He was barely able to juggle his responsibilities as it was.

"I don't want to fight anyone. I just want to get along and make friends," Rory argued. "I don't exactly have many. Just the three of you, and perhaps Kurt and Blaine."

Tina smiled at him. She had the ability to put people at ease with her demeanor. "Don't feel too bad if you don't get the warm fuzzies from Rachel. The less nice she is to you, the more of a threat she sees you as. Sunshine Corazon anyone?"

"And then there's Santana…" Mike added dully.

"Santana is just a plain bitch," Rory stated flatly. All three of his comrades stopped and stared at him, surprised at his response. "Sorry, I shouldn't have said that."

"It's the truth," Mike agreed. "She has been really horrible to you, and to Finn. More than she usually is to people. She lightened up on Finn after the whole lesbian coming out, but she still is really mean to you."

"She really has been mean," Tina added. She then turned to Sam, "Did you know that she egged a few of her teammates into pelting him with dodgeballs? They were throwing them in his face! It was horrible! His nose was bleeding and all she did was laugh." She put her hand over Rory's, comforting him at the memory.

"Sounds to me like you have every right to call her a bitch, and then some," Sam said, his rage barely hidden in his voice. "I dated her, and she definitely can be downright evil when she wants to be. Part of why we broke up.."

Mike smirked. "Don't forget she is a cheating slut, too." He then received the same stares that Rory had moments before. Neither boy was known for talking so vilely of someone else, and neither was famous for swearing either, however the topic of Santana could bring out the worst in people.

"If she's smart, she'll leave you alone," Sam growled. "I'm not above dealing with her if I have to. I want to know the instant she gives you anymore trouble."

Rory sighed. "I really don't want to make a big deal of it. I just want her to leave me alone. She doesn't have to be nice, she can just ignore me and I'd be fine."

"I have your back, too," Mike offered. Tina threw her arm around him and kissed his cheek, ever the admiring girlfriend.

"Trust me, Rory. If you have Sam on your side, you are set for life. You should have seen what he did to Karofsky when he was harassing Kurt last year," Tina explained. "It was brutal."

It was Sam's turn to smirk as he recalled the event. "I got a black eye and everything. I wanted to tear him up."

Rory was beginning to find himself uncomfortable with the subject matter. Sam had been fine until Santana was brought up, but at least he knew that he had someone watching out for him. I wonder if Sam would ever hit her if he had to. No, I don't think he would. He's not like that.

"Subject change!" Rory announced, anxious to move on. The mood lightened when they moved on to discuss the good fortune that had befallen Sam's family. It was the first time Rory had heard him talk openly about the subject, and it was refreshing to see that despite his family's recovery, he wasn't forgetting about the hardship and the strength it gave him.

At the end of lunch, when they all went to their separate classes, Sam told Rory to meet him at his locker and he would give him a ride. It was from then on that it became routine for them to commute together in the afternoons.

-ooo-

Stacy and Stevie were playing in the backyard when Sam arrived home with his precious cargo in tow. As if an alarm was sounded, the children zoomed to the front of the house when they heard the car door slam. Stacy immediately threw her arms around her big brother, and then around Rory.

"Hey guys, we have a project to work on, so we can't play right now, okay?" Sam fibbed. He just wanted some alone time with his new boyfriend. Normally, playing with his siblings was something he enjoyed.

Disappointed, the pair of youngsters ran off to return to their game. The two teenagers went to Sam's room.

"What project do we have?"

"We don't. I just wanted some time with you. You know, just us," Sam explained.

Rory smiled and then sat on Sam's lap in the chair. "So what's on your mind?"

"Santana."

"Sam, I don't want to cause any problems. I just want to be left alone," the Irish boy replied.

"She attacked you. Ganged up on you and hurt you," Sam argued. His voice was again becoming agitated. Rory could feel him tensing beneath him. "If I had been there-"

"Please, I don't want to talk about it anymore. I don't like you upset. Please lt it go," Rory pleaded. Sam sighed, but nodded in assent. He was rewarded with a kiss that turned into a making out session, complete with under the shirt groping.

After the younger teen was returned home later that evening, Sam finished up his homework, and then remembered he had other study materials that Blaine had given him.

Sam locked his door, turned out the light, put on his headphones, and slipped in the disc. Like any other teenage boy, he was no stranger to porn – except his selections had always been men with women. This was going to be his first foray into men with men.

The first video began, showing two young men no older than eighteen, kissing wildly, tearing off clothing, and letting their hands roam. Sam's jeans began to feel tighter as the arousal began to set in.

Within minutes, he had his pants around his ankles and was steadily stroking himself to orgasm by the time the two boys had gotten down to oral sex. Sated, but still curious, he watched the rest of the video, and then brought up several others, scanning through them quickly.

By midnight he had gotten everything from the disc that he could – two hours of porn, or as Blaine put it, 'educational material.' Tired and worn out after a second orgasm, he crawled into bed, dreaming.

-ooo-

Sam, Rory, Mike, Tina, Finn, Kurt and Blaine were all sitting in the cafeteria, eating lunch. Laughing and talking, they were suddenly interrupted by Santana. She strolled right up to Rory and poked him in the back of the head.

Turning around, he instantly demanded to know what was going on. Santana smirked at him.

"I still have a score to settle with you, kid," she announced, everyone else stopping to face the confrontation.

"What did I do? You already beat me to death with dodge balls," Rory agued.

"Oh that was just the start. I'm not gonna be happy until you're back on a plane, flying home to mommy. You tried to manipulate my girl, 'leprechaun.' She might be willing to get over it, but I don't forgive so easily," she replied, putting her finger in his face.

"I wasn't trying to hurt anybody. I just wanted to make a friend, I didn't mean anything," he replied quietly.

Santana pulled her hand back, then rushed forward, her hand only an inch away from Rory's cheek when she felt a strong grip around her wrist. A grip so strong it felt like her bones were cracking. "Hey what the fuck?"

"You will never touch him again, do you hear me, you ignorant, conceited, double crossing, manipulative little bitch?" Sam's voice boomed loudly in the cafeteria that had suddenly gone very silent.

"What's your problem Sam!" Santana screeched, yanking her wrist back, trying to break free from his vice grip, but to no avail.

"My problem is the way you treat him. You insult him left and right, making fun of his accent and unfamiliarity with American culture. You encourage others to harass him. And then you have your entire group assault him with dodge balls." Sam hissed.

"You weren't even there, cowboy," she hissed back at him, still wriggling her wrist. He finally let go when she was tossing, sending her off balance and sprawling on the floor.

"I think what we need here is a little bit of your own medicine for you," Sam went on. Mike came from the side, rolling up a rack holding several dodgeballs. Sam took one from the rack, staring down at the bully before him. "See you thought it was so funny to gang up on someone. Five to one, was it?" Sam began to hand out the balls; Mike taking one, and Finn, Tina, Kurt, Blaine, and finally giving one to Rory. "The odds aren't quite as even, but this will do."

Santana was still sprawled out on the floor when she felt six large, thick and unforgiving rubber balls slam into her head, one after the other. She was starting to cry, trying to hold back tears, probably more angry and humiliated than hurt. All that was left was Rory. Sam placed him directly in front of the sniffling girl. She looked up at him and began to laugh.

"Kid, you don't have the balls to hit me. Give it your best shot," she taunted.

"Santana, go fuck yourself," Rory said, utter hatred in his voice as he slammed the ball directly into her face, leaving behind a bloodied nose.

Sam awoke from his dream smiling. Never in a million years would he do such a thing to someone; he was far from a bully, but it was so nice to think about getting revenge on Santana when she definitely deserved it. Violence didn't beget violence, however, and it would be much more satisfying to tear the girl down in other ways. Hopefully she would just leave him alone since Finn outed her. She was seeing a talk therapist to help her come to terms with who she was, with dealing with her family. Perhaps that would keep her busy enough to leave everyone else alone. Even still, if she or anyone else bothered Rory, he was prepared to have his back.

-ooo-

"That is one crazy dream you had," Rory told Sam later that day. "I don't think I could ever do something like that, no matter what she's done."

"I don't think I could, either, but it sure was nice to see her get her butt kicked. I can't believe we ever dated," Sam lamented. "She wrote a song for me, called it 'Trouty Mouth.' She sang it in front of everybody. I've never been so embarrassed in my life."

"Trouty Mouth? What is that supposed to mean?"

"It's because uhm, my mouth. Kind of looks like a fish, according to her. I just have a big mouth I guess, and very full lips," Sam explained, his face turning red from embarrassment. "I get teased about it a lot. Always have since I was a kid."

"I like your mouth. It gives you a bigger smile, which is never a bad thing," Rory comforted, staring at him with admiration. "I like your lips, too. They're very good for kissing. Soft and tender. Why are you blushing?"

Sam looked down at his feet. He was used to people complimenting his body – he worked hard for his 'abulous abs' and a firm chest. He dieted and exercised regularly, played a lot of sports. But one thing nobody ever commented on was his mouth, unless it was ot make fun of him. It was comforting to know that someone actually liked that part of him, and not just his physique.

"Nobody has ever said anything like that to me before," Sam admitted. Rory smiled his signature grin and then kissed him full on the lips. Sam was too lost in the moment to remember that they were in the hallway.

"Don't worry, nobody saw," Rory assured him. They stared into each other's eyes for several seconds before he asked a question that had been on his mind for a couple of days. "Do you think you will ever want people to know? About… us, or even just… you?"

Sam had been expecting that to come up at some point. The thing is, if others found out he was into guys, it would be devastating to his friends and family and he was just getting his life back together, He didn't want that kind of drama.

"I… don't know," he replied. "I'm not ashamed of you. I'm just scared I guess, about my family."

Rory smiled yet again, his bright eyes putting the older teen at ease. "I know of at least one person who would be supportive." Sam cocked his head, confused. "Stacy's wish. You wanted to know what it was, right?" Sam nodded, unsure where this was going.

"She wished that you would find someone nice to take care of you and make you happy, and she said that it didn't matter if it was a girl or a boy, she just wanted you to be happy."

"Wha? She… but how…?" Sam was speechless. Filled with questions, his mind raced. How would she even get the concept of two men together? What would make her say that? Has she said anything to anyone else?

"That little girl love you more than anyone else in the world, Sam. When she told me that, there was such honesty and love in her eyes it made me tear up," Rory said. "She said she already had everything she wanted." He chuckled at the memory. "I bet you could bring home an elephant for a date and she would be excited for you as long as you were smiling."

Sam began to tear up, his eyes trembling. He wanted to say something, but what? His little sister, barely old enough to handle going to elementary school, made the most selfless wish, and it came true. Her leprechaun made her wish come true.

"Little kids can sense things. They see things we don't. Remember being her age, that everything was so magical with endless possibilities? Nothing mattered as long as everyone was happy at the end of the day," Rory explained. Sam blinked away tears, the emotions overwhelming. Even if Stacy turned out to be the only one in the family to support him, that meant the world.

Rory took his boyfriend's hand and squeezed, then leaned in for a tight hug. It was after school and nobody was around to see them, except the figure around the corner, standing at his locker trying not to listen in on the converstion his friends were having.

Curiosity got the better of Mike, who peered around the corner. When he looked, he saw Rory and Sam, their lips locked. His mouth was agape, having never imagined that Sam would be gay. Sam, the average straight guy who happened to have no game with girls. I better not say anything to anyone. He sounds like he isn't ready for people to know. Good for them. If being with another guy makes them happy, then more power to them.

-ooo-

The rest of the week, the glee club was given a short break from commitments as a reward for their win. Regionals wouldn't be until after the new year, and the Christmas holidays were right around the corner, so everyone had enough going on as it was.

At their last meeting of the week, Mr. Schuester announced that they would be getting an assignment at the end of the following week, which would be due right before the winter break. With that said, he adjourned the meeting.

"Those two sure do hang out a lot," Rachel observed to Finn, trying not to stare at Sam and Rory as they gathered their things.

"No kidding. I don't ever see them apart outside of classes," Puck added. "Sam didn't even try to rejoin the football team. He loves football! I don't get it."

"Come on guys, stop reading into it. I'm sure they're just friends. Remember what happened the last time we started making assumptions and starting rumors?" Tina reminded them.

Artie chuckled. "Kurt and Sam were having an affair in a hotel room, with Quinn on the side, even though she was with Finn and Sam is straight. It turned out to be way different and we all felt bad." He was addressing his explanation to Blaine, who wasn't familiar with the drama surrounding the discovery of Sam's family financial troubles.

Finn had nothing of his own to add and simply shrugged, while Mike feigned urgency for the restroom and excused himself. It was going to be more of a challenge keeping mum than he thought. New Directions was famous for their ability to be immersed in each other's business.

"Well I think it's wonderful they want to hang out. We're all so busy, it's hard to fit anyone in our busy schedules!" Rachel added. In Rachel-speak, that meant that she was glad they weren't getting in her way, taking the spotlight from her.

Kurt leaned over to Blaine and whispered, "As much as it pains me to admit, Rachel does have a point. They are spending an extraordinary amount of time in each other's company."

Blaine gulped. He hated lying to Kurt. "Maybe it's just like Rachel said. The rest of us are too busy to-"

"So busy that you don't have time to talk to Sam in the choir room between classes?" Kurt accused. "Now I am not so much of a drama queen as to assume something is going on there – I know it isn't, but something is going on in his pretty bleached little head and I want to know what it is."

Blaine grimaced again. He could lie all the more and claim total ignorance of what he was talking about, but Kurt knew better, and he was a poor liar to boot.

"Oh so you do know something," Kurt insisted when he noted Blaine's reaction. "Has it got to do with the sweet little new kid? He so gets on my nerves with that perfect falsetto! That is my specialty and he just wants to steal it away."

"Kurt, hon, you do it so much better. Your voice was made for high key," Blaine responded, hoping to distract his boyfriend from his train of thought.

"He better accept the fact that those parts are mine. Now where were we? Oh yes, Sam. Spill it, Blaine. I know you know something," Kurt continued to insist.

Blaine tried to talk sense into his boyfriend, but sense so rarely visited Kurt's brain when his mind was set on something. He wanted to know the big secret and he wasn't going to shut up until he found out.

"If it isn't our business then why is he talking to you about it? Come on, I won't tell anyone else," Kurt huffed.

Blaine gave him a half smile. "You're one of the biggest gossips at McKinley next to Brittany and her YouTube show. Well, Rachel too, but that is only if it benefits her in some way. Please let it go."

"Blaine Anderson you tell me right this instant!" Kurt demanded, sounding like an angry mother.

Blaine sighed. "Fine, but you can't tell anyone. I mean it, Kurt. Nobody," Blaine said sternly. Kurt jokingly crossed his heart and nodded. "Sam and Rory are kind of… going out."

Kurt gasped, his mouth hitting the floor. "No! You're kidding me!"

"Shh! Be quiet, Kurt! I swore I wouldn't tell anyone, not even you!" Blaine silenced him with his hand. "Yes, they are going out and now you know so let it go."

"But this is fantastic! We won't be the only openly gay students in the school anymore! Well, there's Santana and Brittany, but since when have they ever been positive role models?"

"No, Kurt, they aren't going public with this. If you tell anyone, it will get out, and could ruin their reputations!" Blaine reminded him, regretting his disclosure. Kurt watched as the two boys made their way to the door at the far end of the hall that led outside. Sam gave him a nod of recognition and a wave. Kurt returned the sentiment with a wink and a smile.

"That means you don't talk to them about it, either," Blaine added.

Kurt shook his head diligently. "Oh no, of course not. Mum's the word and all that," Kurt agreed.

-ooo-

"Hey, Sam, did you know somebody stole your car?" Brittany asked as he and Rory were climbing into his vehicle to leave school for the day. Sam gave her a questioning glare in response. "Yeah, some blonde girl took your car and she's driving Rory around in it. I think they might be dating because Santana told me when you turn your ring inside out, you're taken.

"Blonde girl?" Sam asked.

"Mhmm. She has short blonde hair and a big mouth, kind of like you, but a girl because I saw her kiss Rory the other night. I guess she gave your car back before you got to school," Brittany went on, dead serious.

"Right, I see, well, thanks for the observation. I'll keep a better eye out and lock both doors next time," Sam replied, rolling his eyes as he turned away from her.

Brittany then addressed her charge, "Rory you better tell your girlfriend to stop stealing people's cars. It's not nice and she probably doesn't even put gas in it."

"Uh, right, thanks for that. I'll pass the message on," Rory answered, exchanging a look with Sam that read 'Seriously?'

Brittany walked off, satisfied in her good deed. She hated to see people getting ripped off, and Sam was a nice guy who didn't deserve that, especially since he was poor.

"And to think you had a crush on her," Sam teased once the airheaded girl was out of earshot.

"Be quiet, Sammy. It was an act. I guess, kind of," the younger teen fumbled. "She isn't very bright, is she?"

"What's it like living in her house? I saw on YouTube that she feeds her cat cheese, and rumor has it she still plays with Barbies," Sam inquired. He suddenly burst out in laughter when a mental image came to him of the ditzy girl coming to Rory's room with a Ken doll asking him to play.

Rory chuckled, "You know she wished for her cat to poop candy bars? I put an unwrapped Baby Ruth in his litter box."

"No! Please tell me she didn't…"

"Yep, she ate it." He conveniently left out the fact that he ate the other half, but he knew it was a candy bar, and the box was clean at the time. "I kept wondering if she has tried to eat any more of them."

"If you find out, please don't tell me!" Sam said, screwing up his face. "On second thought… no, still don't tell me."

When they arrived at Sam's house, the place was empty. Oh yeah, dad is going to be late and mom took the kids shopping and then going to dinner with dad. They won't be home until at least eight.

"Looks like we have the place to ourselves for a little while," Sam announced. Most teenagers would be jumping for joy, but there really wasn't anything that they needed a lot of privacy for anyway.

"Wanna go swimming?" Sam asked. It was cooling down outside but it was heated and indoor. The house had been a foreclosure, hence the insanely cheap deal they got when they bought the place, otherwise they would never have been able to afford such luxury.

"That sounds fun and all, Sam, but I don't have any trunks."

Sam smirked. "Not a problem. I have an extra pair. Just pull the string tighter and they'll fit fine." Rory shrugged and took the offered shorts. He was used to ones with much shorter legs like his gym shorts, but these went down to his knees. He quickly changed and then joined Sam at the pool.

"Cannonball!" Sam shouted as he took a flying leap into the pool, knees tucked up against his chest. The resulting splash was impressive. Rory followed suit, minus the battle call and with a slightly less impressive splash.

They waded in the shallow end, floating and splashing about before moving to the deeper side. They spent several minutes doing various tricks underwater – handstands, flips and so forth.

Sam yanked on Rory's legs as he came up for air, startling the boy. The younger man got his revenge when he floated face-down, not moving. Sam began to panic after a moment, fearing that he drowned him.

Rory finally couldn't hold his breath any longer and rolled over onto his back, laughing hysterically. Sam threw himself on top of him and pulled him down into the water. A few feet under the surface, he grabbed the kid and pulled him close, kissing him.

Kissing underwater was quite a unique experience. They couldn't take the deeper breaths that often accompany being worked up and quickly had to rise back up for air.

"That was unexpected," Rory giggled. "But fun. I guess since we're in the water that makes you a real trouty mouth!" He began to laugh ore, and Sam would have been upset at being called that stupid name, but hearing Rory say it in his strong accent made it cute.

Rory was about to pull himself up and out of the pool when Sam put his arms on either side of him, blocking his exit. Their lips met once more, the pair kissing feverishly. Facing away from the wall, Rory put his hands on Sam's side to keep himself steady.

Deciding to get slightly more adventurous, Sam let go of the wall with one hand and began to venture downward, his fingers tracing the waistband of the brunette's swim shorts, slipping his finger under it just enough to tug at the soft hairs leading down from his navel.

Still kissing, Rory allowed his hand to do a little exploring of its own. He reached farther south, rubbing Sam's leg and then gently running his hand over his trunks and brushing up against the front of Sam's own trunks. The blonde sucked in a deep breath of air when he felt the sudden sensation in his groin.

"Is it time to take the fish out of water and dry off?" Rory teased. He had a look in his eyes of mischief, as if he were planning something. Oh my God, could he be wanting to take things to a slightly more physical level? Sam wondered.

"Th-there's towels on the chair over there," Sam pointed. They got out, freezing and hot footing to the towels. After getting their upper bodies warmed up and dried off, they both wrapped the towels around their waists, carefully removed their trunks from underneath, and headed to Sam's room.

No sooner had they shut the door than Sam had locked it. He turned nervously to his boyfriend. "I've never done anything like this before… with a guy I mean," Sam admitted. "But I want to, with you."

"It's the same for me. I haven't even done anything with a girl. A total virgin," the Irish boy replied, blushing. Exchanging nervous smiles, Rory sat in the middle of the bed until Sam pushed him onto his back until they were lying side by side.

"You sure you want to do this? Take this step I mean?" Sam asked, referring to the fact they were about to be naked with each other for the first time. Rory nodded his head and smiled wide, his blue eyes sparkling with excitement. Leaning over to kiss him, Sam traced his finger down Rory's chest, to the tucked in towel.

Sam tugged gently at the towel until it unfurled and fell away, exposing Rory's body completely for him. For the first time in his life, Sam saw another man's erect penis, and for the first time, he knew he would enjoy touching another man intimately.

"Are you circumcised?" Sam asked, noting the looser skin around the shaft and head that sat nestled in a small bush of brown hair.

Rory blushed. "No. I hope that's okay," he answered nervously. I hadn't thought about that. I hope he isn't turned off.

"It's fine. I just never saw one up close before," the blonde answered, gently running his fingers up and down the shaft. Rory shivered as he felt tiny jolts of pleasure shooting to his groin. He gasped when Sam wrapped his entire hand around it, very slowly sliding up and down, the foreskin gliding smoothly along the head.

Oh damn, this feels amazing! So much better than my own hand! Rory's head swam with erotic sensation. I want to touch him back. I want to feel him in my hand, too.

Rory shifted and sat up, pushing Sam onto his back and quickly pulled open Sam's towel. His eyes widened, half-surprised by the larger erection he saw. He had felt it straining against Sam's pants before when they were making out, but seeing it in its full glory was different.

Rory wrapped his hand around it and started to stroke ever so carefully. Having only touched his own, he was a little apprehensive about how hard he should stroke him since the skin wasn't as loose, the older man being circumcised and the skin being tighter.

Sam took his hand and squeezed a little, urging him to grip a little harder. "I don't want to hurt you," Rory said.

"You won't," he replied with a sly smile. Rory squeezed his fist tighter and stroked, pausing to rub his thumb over the head.

"Wow, that feels amazing," Sam said under his breath. Rory straddled him, still gripping his penis but leaning down to kiss him. Sam put his hands on Rory's smooth ass and squeezed the cheeks tight, massaging. He groaned as his butt was touched. He let go of Sam's dick and ran his hands all over his boyfriend's muscular chest, pinching his nipples and kissing his trouty lips.

Parting mouths, Sam whispered something to him. "There's something… I want to… try something." How embarrassing. I never had to say this to a girl, she always knew what I wanted to do.

"Yeah. Go ahead, I trust you," Rory whispered back. They had no reason to be quiet but there was a certain romance to it. They traded places, Rory on his back again, Sam on all fours over top of him. Taking a deep breath, mentally preparing himself for what he was about to do, he started planting kisses on his mate's chest, licking and nibbling his nipples and then licking down to his navel.

Rory was panting, the pleasure intense. He never had considered playing with his nipples before, and the new sensation was wonderful.

Should I see if he's okay? Sam asked himself. Nah, he's loving it. Damn, am I really going to do this? Sam gulped. Yeah, I wanna do it. I wanna do this with him. He breathed in the clean scent of his lover's most private region.

Sam's mouth hovered over the throbbing erection, then stuck out his tongue, licking drops of precum off the tip of it. That's not too bad. Kind of salty. He finally leapt off the precipice, and pulling back the foreskin, he lowered his mouth until the organ was halfway in his mouth.

It was strange at first, to feel the member on his tongue. It was nothing like a woman's parts. His mouth felt full, having to extend his jaw the best he could to accommodate the organ. He slowly massaged the underside with his tongue. In a way it was like kissing, except with a hard cock instead of another tongue.

Sam lowered his head more, trying to take it all into his mouth. He gagged just a little as it hit the back of his throat. Never thought in a million years I would be doing this. Here I am, sucking dick.

Rory moaned louder as he felt shocks of pleasure from his groin that he never felt before. Wave after wave of intense pulsing ran through his entire body. Sam had moved from massaging with his tongue to bobbing his head up and down. He started writhing about as Sam started to play with his balls while steadily sucking on his manhood.

This is… too… much… Rory thought, the erotic energy starting to overtake him. "Sam! I'm going to.." Before he could finish his warning, his body trembled as he cried out in ecstasy, his thick, sticky cum shooting directly into Sam's mouth. Sam hadn't expected that, but it was just another part of the experience. He struggled to gulp it down, but there was so much of it that it was oozing from the corners of his mouth. He stayed glued to the boys orgasming dick until he went soft and stopped quivering.

Not even wiping his mouth, Sam jumped up to meet Rory's face, kissing him intensely. His kisses were filled with hunger – a hunger for his own orgasm, a hunger to experience Rory the way he had just done for him. He wanted to feel his boyfriend's mouth around him and stare into those beautiful ocean blue eyes when he looked up at him, cock in mouth, cum oozing from his lips.

Eager to please, Rory repeated what Sam had done. Putting him on his back, he licked his chest, teasing his nipples with erotic pain as he nibbled gently. He moved farther down, refusing to feel intimidated by the large meat beneath him.

Wanting to impress, he wasted no time in simply dropping his face down, taking it in a big gulp. He expected to have a slight gag reflex, but to his advantage, he didn't seem to have one. He took Sam's big cock all the way into his mouth, feeling it hit the back of his throat.

Sam was moaning louder than Rory had, his body starting to quiver already. He could never explain the feeling of the younger man's mouth on him – so much different than a girl's. Losing control of himself, he reached down with one hand and held Rory's head in place while he thrusted his hips upward.

The loss of control in Sam was making Rory all the more excited. He's liking this a lot! I must be doing something right! he thought. Sam finally reached the point of no return, blasting his seed into Rory's throat. The younger boy gagged at that, pulling back, but Sam held his head down, forcing him to swallow as much as he could. When Sam stopped erupting and softened, he allowed the teen to come off of his dick.

Rory then kissed Sam, both of them able to taste the bitter cum. "That was intense," Rory finally commented as he collapsed on top of Sam.

"I didn't hurt you did I? I just couldn't help myself," Sam asked, genuinely concerned. Rory shook his head and nuzzled it into Sam's chest.

"No. I was surprised, but I liked it," he admitted. "I liked making you feel good. It made me feel good, too."

"Did I make you feel good?" Sam asked.

"Oh yes!" Rory exclaimed. "Very much! I don't think anyone would believe we were new at this."

Sam laughed. "Perhaps. Whatever the case, I want to do it with you again. And again."

"Me, too," Rory replied. They were silent for a few minutes before he spoke again. "I really like you, Sam. I feel so happy when you're around. You make me feel… safe… and special." He blushed a deep shade of red as he revealed his private thoughts.

"I really like you, too," Sam stated. "I really like you a lot."

Sated and tired out, they quickly showered and cleaned up, got dressed, and laid on the bed again, cuddling. Sam set his alarm clock so they could get in a short nap before his parents arrived home. They fell asleep, Rory's head on Sam's chest. They only had an hour, but it was a perfect end to the afternoon; falling asleep together and not having to rush off to avoid being caught.