Page 47 of Sun, Sea and Spotted Squid

“It’s too cruel for you to spend your last night listening to the others partying. I know I have hurt you and can never make up for it. I thought this might?—”

Sam didn’t let him finish the rest of his speech. He flung his arms around him and kissed him.

SEVENTEEN

Sam wrapped his legs around Wolfgang’s waist, who nestled against Sam’s chest. They’d ordered a bottle of fizz and found their way into the bath.

“This is nice,” he said.

“Perfection. You’re wonderful.”

Sam kissed his ear and gave it a light nip with his teeth. An alarm kept ringing in Sam’s head that they would never be together like this again. He pushed it down. Heartbreak was incoming like a juggernaut. Sam resolved to squeeze every drop of enjoyment out first.

He rubbed Wolfgang’s cock with his foot. He reached down and massaged Sam’s ankle.

“Have you had any more ideas what you’ll do when you get back?” Sam ventured.

Wolfgang groaned and dropped Sam’s foot. “I don’t want to talk about home. It’s a million miles away.”

Sam didn’t reply. The last thing on his mind was having an argument.

Wolfgang must have sensed his discomfort.

“I don’t know,” he said. “You got me thinking about our references making the world our oyster.”

“Squid, thank you.”

Wolfgang nodded. “I have a lot of thinking to do.”

Sam needed to change the subject. Did he really want to hear about the wonderful life Wolfgang had planned with Claudia?

He lightly traced his other foot up Wolfgang’s thigh. Then he used both to massage his groin. Wolfgang lifted his arm and stroked Sam’s head.

Of course, he hardened instantly. To be fair, he could probably feel Sam doing exactly the same. His sold cock pressed against the small of Wolfgang’s back. Suddenly, he spun around, the bath water slopping over the sides.

“You’re going to flood the place,” Sam said.

They kissed. Long and passionately. Sam had Wolfgang in a vicelike grip with both his legs and arms. It would be hard to differentiate where one of them started and the other ended.

Then Wolfgang leapt out of the bath, his cock standing proudly to attention. He could have been a model at a photo shoot with the water cascading down his body.

“Come here and I’ll show you who will flood the place.”

Unable to resist such a gorgeous sight, Sam followed suit. The two of them, still dripping, sank to the floor in a tangle of wet limbs.

Wolfgang ran his arms over Sam’s shoulders and down his body as they rolled around on the impossibly expensive rug in front of the bed. Sam pushed him down and straddled him. Maintaining eye contact, he teased the tip of Wolfgang’s cock with his hole.

He dug his fingers into Sam’s thighs. “You are so amazing.”

Sam shifted away and leant over the bed, sticking his butt out.

“Show me,” he said over his shoulder.

Wolfgang positioned himself behind Sam. He covered his back with his chest while running his cock down Sam’s crack. Henibbled Sam’s earlobe and let his hand travel down Sam’s body to enclose his dick.

“Oh yes,” Sam murmured.

With his other hand, he stroked his hole. For a beginner, he’d definitely got a knack for this.