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It was the first birthday that Sam Jones would celebrate with his new boyfriend, and longtime friend, Elvis Cridlington.A thrill of anticipation, laced with a touch of nervous excitement, fluttered in Sam’s chest.Just what the raven-haired beauty had in store for him that evening, Sam could only imagine.He pictured dimly lit restaurants, perhaps, or a cosy night in with an entertaining movie.But knowing Elvis’s playful, sometimes mischievous nature, something more adventurous felt likely.They hadn't had sex yet, deliberately choosing to first nurture the romance, to build a solid foundation of emotional intimacy.They wanted to be certain genuine sexual chemistry existed before taking that leap.It was a careful, considered approach that Sam appreciated, though it tested his patience.Sam wasn't sure about what Elvis was feeling in that regard, but he himself wasn't having any trouble desiring his partner, his thoughts drifting into territories most would deem less than wholesome.He often caught himself staring, imagining the feel of Elvis's skin beneath his fingers.But, Sam had to remind himself of the adult, respectful nature of their relationship.He and Elvis cared deeply for each other, and there was absolutely nothing wrong with wanting to be intimately involved with the man he loved.It was a healthy, natural desire.They didn't talk much about sex, not out of prudishness, but because their connection ran deeper than mere physical attraction.They were communicators, preferring to share thoughts and feelings, building a connection that would last.But, Elvis had shyly hinted that he knew from firsthand experience that he was definitely bisexual and not just curious, a revelation offered with a blush and a nervous glance.Sam was honestly fascinated.A world of unexplored experiences seemed to open up, and he wished to know more.But he didn't dare be the one to broach the subject of Elvis's previous lovers, fearing he might appear insecure or intrusive.It shouldn't matter who Elvis had been with before him, but it wasn't the person Sam wanted to know about; it was the acts themselves.The specifics of his experiences.Just how far had Elvis gone?Had he explored the full spectrum of intimate encounters?If he had had full penetrative sex, did he enjoy it?The thought sparked a potent mix of curiosity and envy within Sam.Considering he was willingly involved with someone who was very clearly a man, Sam hazarded a guess that Elvis had enjoyed what he had done in the past.The idea both excited and intimidated him.Sam himself hadn't felt the touch of another person, man or woman, other than his own.It wasn't that Sam had never been interested in participating in such acts.He had a healthy libido and quite the vivid imagination.It was just that he was extremely shy and was often uncomfortable when less than pure thoughts popped into his head, a residual effect of a strict upbringing.He worried about being judged, about revealing his desires.However, he disliked the mounting pressure in his penis much less than the idea of rubbing one out in the privacy of his bedroom with the lights off.It felt lonely, inadequate.He longed for connection, for shared intimacy.---All that Elvis had hinted about the surprise that had Sam in suspense all day was that it was going to blow Sam's mind, putting a curious amount of emphasis on the word "blow."He'd winked, a playful glint in his eyes, before quickly changing the subject, leaving Sam's imagination to run wild.The problem was, it was hard to tell what Elvis meant.He had a quirky sense of humor, a fondness for puns and innuendo.He simply could've been talking about bubbles or balloon animals, perhaps a whimsical magic trick.But knowing of his past, Sam couldn't help but wonder if Elvis was talking about giving him a blowjob.The thought sent a shiver down his spine, a potent cocktail of anticipation and nervous apprehension.Whatever it was, his raven-haired partner seemed genuinely excited about it, beaming from ear to ear the whole day through.His joy was infectious, and Sam found himself mirroring Elvis's smile, caught up in the anticipation.---But, when they headed back to Elvis's place, a cosy apartment filled with eclectic furniture and the scent of lavender, and the raven-haired man handed Sam a silk scarf, it gave more questions than it provided answers.It was a deep, shimmering blue, soft to the touch."Put it on," Elvis whispered, his voice husky with barely suppressed excitement, though he wouldn't give much hints as to how he wanted Sam to wear it.He just stood there, a mischievous glint in his eyes, waiting for Sam to figure it out."Uh..." Sam stammered, holding the scarf awkwardly."I know it doesn't look like one, but it's meant to be a blindfold," Elvis murmured shyly, chewing on his bottom lip, a habit Sam found incredibly endearing."Oh." Sam’s pulse quickened.Sam wasn't entirely comfortable with having his vision cut off, a slight claustrophobic reaction rising in his chest.But he did trust Elvis implicitly, knowing that his partner would never intentionally cause him harm or discomfort."I promise you'll like it," Elvis gave Sam a chaste peck on the cheek, his lips soft and warm against Sam’s skin as Sam brought the material up to his face.He tied it behind Sam's head, his fingers brushing against the nape of his neck, sending a shiver of anticipation down his spine.His heart began to pound in anticipation, wondering what his beloved had in store for him that evening.The darkness intensified his other senses, making him acutely aware of Elvis’s presence, his scent, the sound of his breathing.---With Sam's impromptu blindfold secured and his vision successfully impaired, Sam felt Elvis's hand slip into his, gently guiding him somewhere unknown.The apartment felt different in the dark, smaller, more intimate."Perhaps it's a surprise birthday party," Sam thought to himself, though the idea filled his stomach with dread.He squeezed Elvis's hand, a silent plea for reassurance.He hated surprises, the not knowing how to prepare himself an utterly terrifying experience.He preferred predictability, the comfort of routine.But Elvis promised he'd like it, and Elvis did have good taste.Maybe Sam would like it after all.He tried to quell the rising tide of anxiety, focusing on Elvis's touch, the warmth of his hand in his.---After some time, Sam felt himself being gently pushed down, his backside hitting something soft, perhaps a mattress or a blanket, maybe even a cushion.Sam wanted to ask if he could take the blindfold off yet, but wanted to wait until Elvis had told him it was okay to do so.He bit his lip, fighting the urge to peek, the anticipation almost unbearable.---Sam's breath caught in his throat when he felt Elvis's nibble fingers dancing across his belt, snapping open the top button of his trousers.A wave of heat washed over him, starting in his chest and spreading outwards."Oh..." he gasped, the sound barely audible above the pounding of his heart.His body was betraying him, reacting to Elvis's touch with a primal urgency.His second assumption had been correct."Want me to stop?" Elvis asked, his voice soft and reassuring, a gentle hand resting on Sam's knee.He wouldn't push Sam beyond his comfort zone.Sam didn't even need to think about it.Every fiber of his being yearned for this, for Elvis's touch, for the intimacy they were about to share.Whatever happened, happened.He was ready to surrender to the moment, to let Elvis take the lead."No," Sam managed to whisper, his voice thick with desire."If you change your mind, you'll let me know. Won't you?" Elvis pressed, his concern genuine."Of course I will, sweetheart," Sam spoke, hoping to encourage Elvis to reveal all.He wanted to show Elvis that he trusted him completely, that he was ready to explore the depths of their intimacy.---"Might need you to help me take your pants off," Elvis murmured, likely finding it a struggle since Sam was sitting down which would make the act a bit tricky."Oh, yeah, sure," Sam nodded, his mind racing, his body tingling with anticipation.His hands weren't tied, so he was able to stand freely.He swayed slightly, his legs feeling weak beneath him.He left the removal of his pants up to his eager partner as his hands were too shaky.He waited, mesmerised, as Elvis deftly unbuttoned and unzipped his trousers, slowly sliding them down his legs.---Now free from both his trousers and his boxer shorts, Sam was able to sit back down.The cool air against his skin was a stark contrast to the heat building within him.At some point, Elvis had gotten down on the floor, wedging himself in between Sam's thighs, massaging them gently as he slowly parted them for better access.Sam gasped softly, a shudder running through his body.---For a few moments, Elvis focused on pressing his lips ever so delicately to the clammy flesh of Sam's legs.He started at Sam's knees, working his way up his inner thighs, each kiss sending a jolt of electricity through Sam's system.Sam, who was hardening already at the mere tender touch of his partner, was incredibly thankful to have the blindfold on.It heightened the sensation, making him even more aware of Elvis's touch.And it helped to conceal part of his expression.There was no way he would've coped seeing Elvis down there, between his legs, about to suck his cock.The image at such a moment would be too overwhelming, too intense.He gripped the blankets beneath him, trying to maintain some semblance of control.---Sam felt Elvis wrap a hand around his length before lightly kissing the dripping tip of his rigid penis.He was gentle, exploratory, testing Sam's limits.Sam let out a soft gasp as Elvis continued his trail of kisses down the redhead's shaft, carefully lifting his penis up so he could reach the underside.He savored each moment, drawing out the pleasure, building the tension.His anxiety however grew when Elvis was getting closer and closer to his testicles.He didn't want Elvis, or anyone else, finding out that they weren't real.It was a secret he had guarded fiercely, a source of deep shame and insecurity.Poor Sam had had a nasty, and very lonely battle with testicular cancer during his gap year which resulted in him requiring life-changing surgery and chemotherapy.It had been a brutal, isolating experience that had left him scarred, both physically and emotionally.Not even Charlie knew about it, nor did Sam want his brother to know.He couldn't bear the thought of pity or concern, preferring to carry the burden alone.Losing both testicles sadly meant Sam was unable to have children and would have to remain on testosterone replacement therapy for the rest of his life.The realisation had hit him hard, robbing him of a future he had always envisioned.It was an incredibly emotional time for Sam because he loved kids and was devastated he wasn't able to have any biological children.He grieved for the family he would never have, for the little ones he would never hold in his arms.But that's what made him such an involved and loving uncle.He poured all his affection into Sarah and James, showering them with attention and love.Sarah and James were the closest he'd ever have to his own flesh and blood.He cherished their laughter, their hugs, their innocent joy.---"Sam?" Elvis whispered, likely wondering why Sam's erection was dying down.He sensed Sam's unease, the subtle shift in his body language."It's..it's not you, I promise," the redhead whimpered, scared that Elvis was going to leave him to suffer alone.He felt a knot of panic tightening in his chest.But he felt Elvis's loving hands unfastening the knot on the silk scarf around Sam's tear-filled eyes.The sudden light was blinding, but he could see the concern etched on Elvis's face."I'm so, so sorry," Elvis apologised profusely, handing Sam his bottoms back.He looked absolutely guttered, like he had somehow ruined Sam's birthday, shattered the carefully constructed mood."I swear, you didn't do anything wrong," Sam pleaded with his partner to believe him.He didn't want Elvis to think it was his fault, that he had somehow failed."Do you want to talk about it?" Elvis asked softly, not wanting to push Sam to talking about his private anguish.He wrapped an arm around Sam's shoulder, offering comfort and support."I want to have kids but I can't and I..I.." Sam rambled, unable to stop or calm himself down.The words tumbled out of him in a rush, a dam of suppressed emotion finally breaking.Elvis shushed him, sitting down on the bed next to his mournful lover.He pulled Sam close, cradling him in his arms."We can always adopt," the raven-haired assured him, holding him close, "I know it's not exactly the same as having our own one, but there's a lot of kids that need loving parents and I just know we'll make a kid really happy and really loved."He stroked Sam’s hair, whispering soothing words of comfort."Thank you," Sam murmured, his fear and anxiety beginning to ease away in his partner's loving arms, "I love you so much."He clung to Elvis, drawing strength from his presence."I love you too, Sam." Elvis murmured, his voice full of compassion.---They spent most of the evening cuddling in bed, Elvis whispering sweet, meaningful things in the redhead's ears.He told Sam how much he admired him, how strong and resilient he was.Whilst Sam hadn't exactly explained why he couldn't have kids, he felt brave enough, safe enough, to tell his partner about his artificial testicles and how he'd have to be on hormone treatment for the rest of his life.It was a huge weight off his shoulders, finally sharing his secret with someone he trusted."Doesn't make you any less of a man, Sam," Elvis whispered, pressing his lips to the redhead's forehead.He held Sam tightly, reassuring him with his touch.Sam said nothing as he yawned and snuggled against his wonderful partner, glad that his lack of naturally producing testosterone didn't affect how Elvis viewed him.He drifted off to sleep, feeling safe and loved in Elvis’s arms.