Date: Thu, 22 Jan 2015 19:31:07 -0500 From: Shane Wright Subject: Minotaurs This story is purely fictional everyone in this story is 18+. I own all rights to this story, if you wish to use this story please contact me also, don't forget to donate to nifty.org so we can continue to read and submit stories. Hope you enjoy! Sam turned off his computer and put down his stylus, he yawned. He's been staying up late working on his final for his art class. He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and took another sip of coffee, he needed to finsh his sketchbook. He was about to get out his drawing supplies when he heard a knock at the door. He went and opened the door, his friend Mason was standing there with a huge smile on his face. "Get your jacket Sammy boy we're going out!" he reached up and yanked Sam by his horn playfully. Sam pushed Mason away and scowled, "I got work to do, and besides it's 12am." Sam sat in his computer chair and took a long drag from his vape pen. "We're going to that night club, me and Jason want to dance." Mason toyed with his nose ring, "Plus, I'm hoping he'll want to dance with me." Sam rolled his eyes "why in the hell don't you ask him out already." "I want him to ask me out, I want it to be romantic. Then we have passionate, nasty, hot sex." Sam laughed and tossed an eraser at him. Sam tugged at his goatee nervously, he's always hated large crowds, they made anxious and nervous. He sat down at a booth and watch Mason tug Jason to the dance floor. He looked around the club, the lights and pulsing music made him want to retreat to his dorm room. He got up to go to the bathroom when he slammed into what felt like a ton of bricks, he tried to back up when he felt his head jerk back to what ever he ran into. "Shit," he heard a deep voice say, "hang on kid you're caught up in my horns." He looked up to see a tall, handsom man jerking his head around trying to get unhooked from Sams horns. "Oh god, I am so sorry," Sam was finally able to get free "I wasn't pay-." "Hey don't worry about it kid," the man interuppted "it happens to the best of us." Sam noticed the man was eyeing him "can I buy you a drink?" The question took Sam aback, "I'm uh...underage...." Sam was so fucking awkward around good looking men. "Kid, you got to relax. Go sit down and i'll bring you a drink." "So, what's your name kid." The man sipped his beer still eyeing sam. "S-sam," he stuttered out. "Nice to meet you Sam, I'm Benson." He stuck out his big hand. Sam took it feeling his strong grip, the contact sent electricty through his arms and straight to his dick. They talked for what seemed like forever. Benson was a writer for an Art magazine, Once he found out that Benson was an artist Sam came to life. They talked about art history, their favorite artist, their favorite movement. Sam never felt so into a guy in his life. It was nearing 3am and Mason and Jason were all partied out. "Sam, we're leaving lets go." Sam sighed, for once he was enjoying himself. "Don't worry boys, you two head back and I'll make sure Sam here will get home safe." Benson had a tone in his voice that sounded commanding but caring at the same time. "Sam are you ok with this?" Mason sounded a little worried, he didn't want his best friend dead in a gutter somewhere. "Yea," Sam gave him a serious look. Mason sighed "fine, but if anything and I mean anything goes wrong call me." Mason grabbed Jasons hand and left. Benson got them a booth and sat down. The waitress came over and took their orders. "So, do you have a girlfriend?" Benson sat their and smiled. He already knew the answer. "If I had a girlfriend would I be sitting in a diner at 4 in the morning eating breakfast with an older man?" Sam had a slight smile. "I had a feeling you were a smartass, well then do you have a boyfriend?" Sam looked down, "no, I'm too busy with school to have a relationship." Benson took a sip of his water, "classic college kid excuse." "What's that suppose to mean!" Everyone in the diner looked over at Sam. "Calm down kid, it was just a joke. All I'm saying is either you haven't found the right person, or you just haven't had amazing sex." Sex? That was a laugh, the closest thing Sam has had to sex was the occasional hand job and if he was really lucky a blowjob. "My sex life has a lot to be desired." Sam poked around at his eggs. "Well if sex is what you need all you had to do was ask." Benson took the final bite of his pancakes, "are you ready to go?" Sam looked at him nervously Benson flipped on the light to the living room, "home sweet home, have a seat. Want anything?" Sam set down on the plush couch, "I'm fine." Sam was shaking, god why in the hell was he so damn nervous. Benson sat down beside him and placed his hand on Sam's thigh. "Geez kid calm down, Iisten if you don't want to do this" "No!" Sam interrupted "I do want this, it's just... It's been awhile." Benson looked into Sam's eyes. "We'll take this slow, I promise." he leaned over and kissed Sams forhead softly, "I won't hurt you." Sam responded by rubbing his fingers through Benson's mohawk. Benson stroked his cheek and and kissed him, electricity jumped acrossed Sam's lips. His body shuddered, this was a new experience for Sam. Benson rubbed his fingers through Sam's thick hair and smiled, "how about we go to my room and turn on a movie?" Sam blushed, he had a feeling it they wouldn't be watching a movie for very long. "Listen, I know I said we would take things slow, but can we at least be comfortable?" Benson was fluffing up his pillow. Sam paused, "what do you mean by comfortable?" Benson laughed, "I'm just going to be wearing my pajamas, I'm not going to strip down and fuck you. At least now yet." Benson winked and stripped down do his briefs and got into bed. Benson patted the spot beside him, "don't be shy kid." Sam reluctantly stripped down into his boxers and got into bed. Benson turned on the tv, "what do you want to watch?" Fuck, Sam hated choices. "Whatever you want to watch." Benson turned it on to some movie about two men falling in love, it was pretty good. Then it got to a sex scene, Sam was pretty focused on the movie until he noticed Benson's underwear was slowly tenting. He tried not to stare, Benson reached down and grabbed his erection and looked at Sam. Sam looked away, this was not going good. He felt his own cock stir, he blushed again. Benson leaned over and kissed Sam, Sam's body melted. Benson stroked his cheek and let his fingers trail down Sam's body till he got to his nipples. He pinched his erect nipples, Sam let out a moan. "So you're finally in the mood huh?" Benson kissed Sam's neck and worked his way down. He got to the edge of Sam's boxers and slid them off. Sam's cock was at full sail, Benson took to the full length into his mouth and bobbed up and down. Sam grabbed at the sheets, pleasure was taking over and he felt like he was about to orgasm. He tugged on Benson's horns, Benson came up and kissed Sam again. He rolled over and Sam started to kiss him down. He pulled off Benson's boxers and his eyes grew wide, holy shit his cock was enormous. Sam took the head into his mouth and slowly worked his way down. Benson grabbed Sam's hair, he let Sam work his cock till he started to move his hips. Sam let Benson take control, Benson started to pump his cock in and out, face fucking Sam. Benson pulled Sam up and kissed him passionatly. "Are you ready to take this futher?" Benson whispered into Sam's ear. "Y-yea," Benson reached over and pulled a condom out of the dresser beside the bed. "Get on on your knees." Benson said in a commanding voice. Benson rubbed Sam's ass, "Are you sure you want to do this?" Sam nodded. Benson got some lube and started to finger Sam's ass. Sam's cock began to beg for relief, he went to stroke it when Benson grabbed his hand. "No, I want you to focus on me." He slipped on the condom and lined his cock up to Sam's hole. He pushed in, Sam felt the firey pain spread through his body. He let out a yelp and went to pull away, Benson grabbed Sam's horns to hold him into place. "Relax your muscles, let the pleasure over take you." Sam felt like he was about to be ripped in half, when all of a sudden he felt a wave of pleasure go over his body. Benson started to move in and out, Sam moaned in pleasure and buried his face into the sheets. Benson rode him for what seemed like forever, "get on your back," Benson entered Sam once again, this time his strokes were slower and more passionate. Sam's cock begged for attention once again, Benson pinned his hands down. "No, just focus on me and the feeling." This time his voice was commanding, but tender at the same time. Sam let Benson take control, it felt amazing. He felt his balls start to tingle, "uh Benson I think I'm about t-" Benson put a finger over Sam's lips, Sam let out a loud moan and started to come. He came all over his chest, Benson pulled out of Sam and yanked the condom off. He jerked over over Sam and came all over him. Benson collapsed beside Sam and held him tight. "I hope this isn't a one time thing Sam." Benson whispered in his ear, he kissed Sam and they both fell asleep. Thanks for reading my story, if you like it please comment . I plan for Sam and Benson to be a small series of stories so if you liked this and want to throw in some ideas please let me know.