Title: Shire Fine ale with a Sam to the rescue.
Pairing: Sam/Frodo 
Summary: Frodo gets into some trouble at a party, and doesn’t know what to 
do, Sam comes to the rescue to help Frodo out of the situation. First time stuff, angst. :)
Rating: NC-17
Warning:  Touches on rape. 
Author: SamsPoTaToes
E-mail: FrodoNinMeleth@cs.com
      
      
             Frodo’s flushed face shown brightly in the warm lights of the lanterns 
hanging outside. It was apparent to all, that he had downed one too many ales for his 
own good that night. Not so much that he was drunk with folly, just cheery with a 
belly full of cake and ale. Everyone from Hobbiton and few from Tuckburrow and 
Buckland had gathered at the Party Tree down the way. Frodo was quite pleased that 
he had been invited to Gworyan Smallburrow’s coming of age party. Her and her kin 
had been old family friends of Bilbo, and this was her most important birthday of all, 
so he felt that is was his duty to attend. Despite his self-appointed ‘duty’, he was 
having a marvelous time. 
      
      However, marvel was the last thing on Frodo’s mind. Earlier that evening he 
had noticed that Drarry Smallburrow (Gworyan’s older brother by one year) kept 
looking at him. Either it be, staring leisurely or glancing in his direction. Sometimes 
over the rim of his mug, from a pick nick bench a couple of table’s away, and other 
times over the shoulder of the Hobbit he was conversing with. Frodo had to admit to 
himself that Drarry was a very handsome young Gentle-Hobbit, but he had no 
intentions whatsoever of even taking into consideration that he would partake in any 
activities of the sort with him.
	
      Taking a full gulp of Shire fine ale, he lowered it so he could look over the top 
of his cup. No Drarry... ‘Where has he gone off too?’ Frodo wondered to himself, 
while downing another gulp. He then found that he cared less to find the answer to his 
query. So he set the mug down and smiled happily scanning the crowd for a familiar 
face. ‘Sam’ Frodo though unconsciously...he was looking through the crowd for Sam. 
Though there was a fair amount of Hobbits at this party, Frodo strongly desired to talk 
and be with Sam. He had been sitting there alone, watching everybody for quite some 
time before he noticed it. 
	
      Though Sam had been invited as a guest, he had been unnecessarily 
volunteering in the kitchen, telling the cooks they were doing everything all wrong (in 
which case, they most defiantly were not). They were just not doing it to Sam’s liking, 
and Sam’s way was the best way, no doubt. He had to be one of the finest cooks in the 
Shire, and he always wanted to please, even at his own expense. This was the Gamgee 
honor, always sacrificing to please others, but getting enjoyment out of it came easily 
for Sam. He was happy to work to make other Hobbits (epically his Mr. Frodo) happy 
and content. 
	
      Frodo decided to get up and go wandering about the field, weaving his way in 
and out of young hobbit lad’s and lasses. He made his way over to the kitchen in the 
tent near the edge of the party, where he expected Sam to be. Yes, he was correct; Sam 
was nearly covered head to toe in flower powder. When he spotted Frodo, he stopped 
arguing and directing the two other hobbit cooks, looked up from the pile of dough 
and smiled large. He then looked as if he was going to make an excuse, but he just 
paused, smiled again and shrugged his shoulders. Frodo smiled back and nodded to the 
edge of the party field, indicating that is where he was headed, Sam smiled again and 
waved Frodo off. He trudged on through the crowd until he stopped at the edge of the 
party where there was a rather large tree that ran on flat ground until the ground 
dropped into a steep slope of grass that lead to other rolling hills. 
	
      Frodo laughed out-loud, and smiled at the memories of rolling down this hill 
head over heals with Sam one summer when they were tween’s. They had been so 
scratched-up when they had reached the bottom that it looked as if the two of them 
had tumbled into a rose bush. They had ruined their clothing they were wearing, and 
the lovely smooth grass, which they had landed in.
      
       Frodo took a deep breath of the sweet night air, leaned his shoulder on to the 
tree, and crossed one leg, leaning his support on the other one. After a moment of 
silence with himself, he found the noise of the party still ringing in his ears. He took 
out his pipe, lit it and took a long thoughtful, relaxing smoke of the best pipe weed in 
the south farthing: Old Toby. Ah yes, this had been Bilbo’s favorite. Frodo smiled at 
another memory and took another puff.
      
       He felt spoiled this evening, the best ale, the best pipe weed, a wonderful band 
and...- ‘Oh no’ panic rushed back into Frodo’s thoughts and butterflies swarmed his 
stomach, as he remembered the Drarry incidents back in the buzz of the party. ‘ 
Perhaps he has just had one too many ales. Mayhap he wasn’t looking at me, he could 
have been looking past me, at some other hobbit lad, or lass for that matter.’ Frodo 
contemplated with himself.
      
      Then he calmed and his heart rate changed to normal as the image of Sam 
covered in flower returned to mind. ‘Sam, what a wonderful friend, he so...he reminds 
me of...’ Frodo shook his head at his own loss for expressions,  (he knew Sam was far 
too wonderful to put in words, and he was sure he wasn’t ready to admit to his feelings 
for the fine hobbit-lad just yet) ‘The ale is talking Frodo, what are you trying to say to 
yourself?!’ 
	
      Now he just stood in silence, pipe still smoking as he thought more of Sam, 
wonder full Sam, beautiful, sweet, kind, caring- “SAMMM!!!!!” Frodo’s sharp in-
expectant shout matched his eyes that opened wide in alarm. He had felt a hard push 
against his rump.      
      
      He hadn’t meant to say ‘Sam’ out-loud, but he was thinking it so loudly in his 
head, when he was startled, it was the first thing that came off of his tongue before he 
whirled around in astonishment.---  A very woozy looking Drarry stood before him. 
      “Sam? Hahaahah….Common Frodo, what?! You act like you weren’t 
expecting it to be me…” Drarry slurred this comment in a harsh whisper. 
      “That would be a correct assumption, considering the fact that I wasn’t 
expecting that to happen at all!’’
      “Well, it did, and what are you going to do about it?” Drarry slipped an arm 
around Frodo’s waist drawing him roughly into the hard bulge in his trousers and 
began to lick Frodo’s neck. In disgust, Frodo dropped his pipe and the small thud 
brought him to a stop. “Common, go with it, I saw you looking at me back there...”
      “That would be YOU looking at ME back there. The first time I noticed you 
were staring, I couldn’t help but keep looking your way to see if you were still 
gawking.” Frodo tried to pull away, but he was thin and frail, and Drarry was strong 
and built, he held tight, and pulled him closer. He was little large in the waist, a bit 
taller than Frodo, and except for his auburn curls, he almost reminded Frodo of Sam. 
      
      Frodo then realized how much he had been thinking of Sam that evening, and 
it brought yet another, though, slighter smile to his rosy lips. Drarry took this smile as 
an invitation and he brought his lips down roughly on Frodo’s, and sloppily pushed his 
tongue into his mouth. He then forcefully began to rub his body up and down against 
Frodo, Drarry paying no heed to what Frodo wanted…or in this case, DID NOT want. 
Frodo had had quite enough of this encounter, and he did not rightfully want it in the 
first place! 
      
      He tried to pull away again but Drarry held on tight, never ceasing his attempts 
to kiss him. “Stop this --RIGHT NOW!” Frodo yelled in between a firm plant of 
Drarry’s lips on his own. He curled his lips into his mouth and bit down so Drarry 
could no longer thrust his tongue in them. He began to struggle and tried to push him 
off, but all of his attempts failed. He kept one arm wrapped thoroughly about Frodo, 
and took the other one to try to undo the squiggling hobbits’ breaches. Frodo wiggled 
so wildly that he stumbled over, and Drarry gladly went down on top of him. Frodo 
landed hard into the cold grass and Drarry took no care about it he just relentlessly 
carried on with what he was doing; writhing and unbuttoning.
      
      Now Drarry could use his weight against him, instead of just strength. He 
looked up away from Frodo over to the party, they were a good 300 ft. away, and it 
was rather dark this far from the gathering. He smirked to himself and continued to 
fight against Frodo’s desperate attempts of escape. “Common now Frodo. If you let 
me, it would be over far sooner than if we spent all of this time fighting. Either way I 
plan to have my way with you...” 
      
      Frodo heard a deep angered shout and the rustling of brush. He saw a big hairy 
Hobbit foot fly with great force right into Drarry’s side. “Oooooffffff!!” Drarry 
breathed and shouted when the foot kicked him hard on his ribcage, knocking the wind 
out of him. As Frodo looked up, he realized that Sam was now leaning on top of him, 
and Drarry was on his way down the steep hill.
      “I’m sorry Mr. Frodo, I could take it no more! I thought for sure he would stop, 
and you would be upset if I came out and tried to break em’ offa ya’. Then you’d 
know I was spyen’. I didn’t mean to spy! I meant no arm’! Truly Mr. Fro---“
      “Its quite alright Sam.” Frodo interrupted, his heart pounding with fear and 
exerted energy against his struggle. “I would never be angered to know that you were 
looking after my well being. For this, I am glad. You saved my life- so to speak.” 
Frodo tried to laugh, though he was still highly shaken up. 
      
      Sam smiled sweetly down on Frodo, then immediately, a blush ran up to his 
ears. Sam had realized that when he kicked Drarry off of Frodo, he had landed 
straddled over his waist, and he had been there for a couple seconds too long... Sam 
hurriedly tried to shift and get off, but Frodo pulled Sam back down and wrapped his 
arms around his neck in a tight embrace. Frodo shut his eyes tight, and began to thank 
Sam 20 times over, from where his face was hidden in his neck.  “I was so scared 
Sam. Oh you have no idea…thank you…thank you…” Frodo sniffed and Sam let 
Frodo hug him for long moments. Sam lifted his head, and Frodo released his tight 
grasp on Sam. He brought a hand up to Frodo’s face and tenderly wiped a tear.
      “Its ok Mr. Frodo, your Sam’s here now. I think it’s time we went back to the 
party and excused ourselves…if it would please you, tha’ is. We could go back up the 
Row, and I could take ya’ home and make you some tea, if ya’ like.” Frodo sniffed 
again and smiled at Sam’s comfort attempts. 
      “Yes Sam, I would like it very much. Will you stay with me for tea? I’m 
feeling rather full of ale, and company and peppermint tea may settle my wits.” His 
voice was funny, and thick, the price for crying.
      “Oh yes Mr. Frodo I would love to stay, but---I’m all a mess! Flower will get 
everywhere and I don’t want to,” Sam paused and thought how bad he would feel if he 
got Bag End a speck bit dirty. “—Oi! I’ve even managed to get flower on you!” Sam 
sat up (still straddling Frodo) to study his mess. “I feel terrible. Now you’re gonna to 
haveta’ change as well!
      “Oh, I don’t mind Sam, I feel soiled anyways. I would have changed either 
way. Drarry did a number on me. I believe we still have some of your cloths up at Bag 
End, so lets skip going to your house and just go straight home- I feel awful... If that’s 
alright with you, that is.”
      “Fine by me sir. No objections here! I have also had quite a bit of ale myself, 
an’ the small, but extra walk would be tiren’ to me legs. Common Mr. Frodo, let’s get 
you up so we can go.” With one quick sturdy movement, Sam shot up and pulled 
Frodo up with him. ‘Gosh Mr. Frodo is light’ Sam thought to himself as he walked 
next to him, heading back towards the celebration. 
      
      Frodo’s arm draped over his shoulder sent tingles from the point of contact, 
down to fiery surges in his groin. He knew he had blushed again, and thanked Elbereth 
for the dark cover of night.  When they had reached the area with the most 
commotion, they met the Smallburrows’ laughing and talking.  “ Mrs. Smallburrow, 
we’ll be leaven’ now. Mr. Frodo ere’ aint feelin too well. Thank you greatly for 
inviting us to this wonderful party, an’ when you see Gworyan again, tell ‘er we say 
happy birthday!” Frodo didn’t feel like talking, so he played out his unhappiness by 
leaning on Sam, pretending to be more drunk than he was. He swayed to and fro, 
moaning occasionally. He faked a hiccup for good measure, and said in the cheeriest 
singing voice, 
      

      “Sam Sam, Sam Sam, 
      Sam is a wonderful lad! 
       He’s good to me, and not a fool
      Good with his hands, and garden tool!” 
      
      Frodo Giggled and leaned harder against Sam when his drunken “love” song 
was done.
      
      Gworyan’s mother gave a look of fear and concern, then she looked at Sam 
and her face drooped back to normal. “Aye, not a problem lad’s... thanks for showen’ 
up. We’ll see you next occasion! An’ I will give Gowrie your regards! Have a g’night, 
an keep your noses out o’ trouble!”
      “That we will Ms. Smallburrow. Good night!” Sam retorted already turning 
and walking away, supporting the limp acting Frodo with one arm wrapped around his 
waist. They were just out of sight, around a tree when Frodo stood up straight, and let 
out a deep hardy laugh. “Now why did you do that Mr. Frodo? You could ave’ said 
somthin’ nice to ‘er. I believe it was ‘er an ‘er family that provided you with…” Sam 
pretended to be upset while counting on his fingers “ more’n enough to count- mugs of 
ale!?”  He then crossed his arms and playfully furrowed his brow. “And sir, that was 
an odd song. I loved it, begging your pardon, but it seemed…suggestive?” Sam tried 
to use the right words, as not to offend Frodo. He didn’t mind the thought of himself 
using his hands on Frodo, or being ‘Extra’ good to him in other ways. 
      “Yes, Sam I could have said something to her. But that would mean a long 
drawn out conversation about when I was going to marry her daughter.” Frodo rolled 
his eyes. “hahah, Sam, about the song- do you honestly think, that if I were drunk…I 
would be singing about lasses? Ahahah,, when I am sober I don’t even talk about 
them, much less sing of them. Everybody knows how “queer” I am. And besides, I 
wanted to get away with you---“ Frodo paused, not even daring to breath. He 
COULDN’T believe he had just said that! It slipped out, what was he going to do!? He 
decided to try to cover it up. “ So... So that we could change out of these clothes.” 
With a satisfied sigh of relief, Frodo began to walk again. It was just up the hill; they 
would be able to get inside within five minuets. He was relived that it was so close, so 
he didn’t say anything else ridiculous before he had time to think about it. It was 
always easier to think in Bag End. It was just so homely.  
      
      They walked in silence the rest of the few yards to the gate. Sam suddenly 
stopped in his tracks, and put his hands firmly on Frodo’s shoulders, making him turn 
around so they were face to face. He held on there, and then decided that he was far 
too shy to keep holding, so he let go with a face of self-disappointment. Then he tried 
to speak, “Mr. Frodo I--- there is something--- about what you said...” Sam shook his 
head and tried to start over. “ Have you ever wanted somthin’ so bad, but it just 
wouldn’t be. You were too afraid to speak bout’ it,” and he added under his breath, “or 
too shy...”
      
      Frodo could wait no longer, he was feeling bold and this was the right 
moment...so he thought. He also put his arms on Sam’s shoulders as he had done to 
him, and leaned in real fast and planted a firm kiss right on Sam’s warm lips. It was 
over as fast as it had happened and Sam was frozen in place. Frodo moved back and 
hopped over the gate and ran to the door, opened it and closed it behind himself. 
‘There it’s done!’ Frodo’s breath was hitched and his face bright red. Bag End was 
dark, save the moonlight, and the light from the party field shone in through the round 
windows. ‘ If that wasn’t what Sam was talking about, than I shall pretend I don’t 
remember, claiming to be too drunk. Yes.’ Frodo though and agreed with himself. He 
slouched back and leaned against the green door, letting his body slide to the floor. He 
was in disbelief of his actions.
      
      Sam almost cried right then. He was so happy, he wanted to kiss Frodo again, 
RIGHT AWAY! And then he wanted to kiss him again, and again...all over the place. 
Sam had let his mind wander far too long, and he found he had a swollen bulge 
growing in his pants at the erotic thoughts that his kissing fantasies were bringing him. 
As soon as he came-to, he didn’t bother with the latch of the small gate either, it only 
went to his knees anyways, and he was just so happy! He hopped over the gate and 
raced to the door, almost slamming his whole body against it with his knock.
      
      Frodo jumped with a start. He stood up and crept away from the door, too 
ashamed to answer. Another knock, followed by another one. Then more silence, and 
another set of raps against the door.  There came a muffled voice, “Mr. Frodo? I know 
you’re in there! I just saw you race through the door like a rabbit runnin’ from a 
wolf!” – still silence – 
      
      “Mr. FRODO!? Is your, ‘pretending no one’s home’, some kind of test of me 
folly? Cause’ if it is, I do feel rather silly...” Sam’s voice went from joking, to sad with 
his last sentence and trailed off. “I know you’re there…” Almost immediately the 
latch on the big green round door could be heard opening, and a fluff of dark brown 
curls appeared in front of him. 
      
      Frodo wouldn’t look up. He stood there, for what seemed like ages until he 
finally raised those bright beautiful eyes to meet the patient Samwise. As soon as blue 
eyes met hazel, Sam took charge and grabbed Frodo into a lustful kiss. Sam pushed 
Frodo back into the house, never breaking the kiss and shut the door closed with his 
foot. Frodo kept stumbling backwards from Sam’s forceful kisses and strides. He was 
overwhelmed. Naught but a moment ago, he was wondering if he would ever see Sam 
again. Now he found his mouth began ravished by him. Tongue thrusting; he was 
overjoyed that this sensation was more pleasurable when it was welcomed. When 
Drarry had done it, it was gross and slimy. “Ouhhhh!” Frodo quietly moaned into 
Sam’s mouth; but when Sam did it, it was warm and lovely; he never wanted it to end.
      
      Sam had gently backed Frodo down into his favourite armchair by the 
fireplace. Sam was sitting over Frodo kissing and moving, and then he began to pull 
away and Frodo tried to follow Sam’s lips, but he pushed him back into the chair. He 
seductively got up by running his hands limply down from their place on Frodo’s 
shoulders to his stomach and over his groin, which went rock hard with the touch. Sam 
smiled wickedly in spite of himself, and went over to make a fire. If he was going to 
make love with Frodo, he wanted to see everything. And it was far too dark in Bag 
End for his taste. By day Bag End was beautiful and astonishing, but at night, the 
endless tunnels could be rather creepy, if Sam didn’t take the care to light them.
      
      When Sam looked back, Frodo’s eyes were half shut, and glossy. He wore a 
mischievous content type of smile, which made his expression only read “I’m in 
desperate need of a fucking”. Sam’s face held the same expression, except a little 
more basic; because of the fact, he was tending to the fireplace… not such an erotic 
task.
      
      Sam kept glancing over at Frodo’s chair, as if he were afraid that one of the 
times, Frodo would disappear.  He was slouching lazily, arms limp and dangling over 
the sides of the arm rests. Legs spread apart lamely, which only made the bulge in his 
pants from his erection look larger than Sam could ever have imagined, and oh, how 
he had imagined!
      
      As quickly as Frodo had ever seen before, Sam had a roaring fire going, and he 
could take it no longer. He got up as coolly as he could, and ended up throwing 
himself at Sam causing them to go crashing to the ground in front of the fire place, 
Frodo on top. 
      
      Sam had been crouched down in front of the fire before Frodo lunged himself 
at him. Therefore, when they landed, his legs were spread apart with Frodo lying 
between them. Frodo began to gently move against him experimentally. Then he 
moved harder, a little faster. He could feel Frodo’s hard cock pressing up into his 
breeches. At first contact, Sam swollen member hardened and he began to pitch back 
and forth underneath his master, meeting with his thrusts. Slowly but surely, the two 
hobbits fought to get clothes off, removing each other’s vests, suspenders, shirts, and 
then finally trying to undo the blasted buttons on the trousers. “Sam,” Frodo’s shaky 
unsure and quiet voice was melting into the sensations “I don’t know what I am doing, 
but I surly like ---unnnhhh--- it!”
      Penis 
      “Oi, Mr. Frodo, I don’t --know what ---you or me’s doen’ neither, but I’m ---
enjoying it me’self.” Sam exclaimed through sharp breaths, when Frodo’s fingers 
brushed over his evermore-hardening cock, as he was undoing the breeches. His heart 
was racing; he thought it would explode out of his chest! He had never done anything 
like this before, let alone anything at all. His first kiss he had shared with his Mr. 
Frodo naught but a moment ago. Little did he know he would be taking things this far 
the night of his first kiss. He wondered if Frodo had ever kissed anybody before. He 
would have asked, but this was not the time, and it was hard to hold onto any thoughts. 
All of the blood in his body was rushing to a different, more erect, part of his body at 
that time.   
      
      This was everything Frodo desired. He had always, as long as he could 
remember, longed for this. Even as a young hobbit lad, he was awoken by Bilbo in the 
middle of the night, telling him that he was screaming for Sam, or about Sam, and was 
wondering if he was alright. More times then not, Frodo was having erotic dreams 
about Sam, calling out his name at the point of climax. But Frodo always told Bilbo 
that he was fine, and needed to be alone, not mentioning his “release” to his uncle. He 
was only 15 then, now he was 34 (still VERY young for a Hobbit) about to be calling 
out Sam’s name as he ejaculated again, except this time, he wasn’t alone, and he 
didn’t want to be alone either. A blushed smile was set upon his face and he stopped 
moving for just a second, but Sam noticed. “Mr. Frodo? Whacha’ thinken of?” there 
was a silence, and no movement, the smile slipped from Frodo’s face. Sam did not 
want to move, or breath, in fear that he had done something wrong.
      
      The smile returned and Frodo spoke smooth, and silky, his accent was thick 
and his voice lower and more beautiful that Sam had ever heard. “Of you, my sweet 
beautiful Sam. I am always thinking of you. Ever since I was old enough to understand 
about these feelings,” Frodo slipped his hand between them and squeezed Sam’s 
stiffness for emphasis. “I have only thought of you...only and always.” he bent his 
head down and kissed Sam again, soft and familiar, as if he had done it one thousand 
times in his short life. Sam moaned out into the kiss and pushed his hips into Frodo’s 
caressing hand. “Now… I would like it very much, my dear Sam, If you would make 
love to me.” Frodo moved his hand away and up to finish undoing the buttons on 
Sam’s trousers. He patted some of the flower off Sam’s thighs and giggled before 
pulling them down. He leaned down and kissed his neck, while letting his hand 
wander parts of Sam he had never touched before. He wrapped one hand all the way 
around Sam’s arousal and with the other hand, he played the flat part of his palm over 
the head, smoothing around the leaking fluid. 
      He sat up a bit, and watched what his hands were doing. Sam’s mouth was 
open and he was panting, occasionally moaning and pushing his hip upward for 
encouragement. Frodo looked at Sam’s excited member in his hands seeing his loves 
cock for the first time. A twang of heat throbbed through him making his own cock 
swell with more need than before. He squeezed hard at the tip, a pearl of fluid came 
up, and Frodo spread it around, waiting to be penetrated by it. Yearning it, needing it. 
He was ready, and he hoped Sam was too. He continued to rhythmically stroke Sam 
with one hand, and with the other, remove his trousers with much difficulty. 
	Frodo stopped rubbing Sam to completely remove his pants and kick them 
away. Sam was lying stiff as a board, eyes shut tight and breathing short gasping 
breaths the whole time. Sam’s mind was racing and the sensations completing his 
fantasies were too much. He could not even react. Therefore, he did not exactly realize 
when Frodo stopped momentarily. He felt warmth on either side of his ribcage and 
then pure heat and pressure at the head of his cock.
	Frodo had kicked his pants away and climbed up over Sam to straddle him. He 
began to lower himself down onto him, when Sam opened his eyes.  “I love you…” 
Frodo whispered and sat completely down on Sam.
	“ouuuuuuhhhhhhhhaaaaaaaa” Sam moaned and screamed when the tight heat 
sheathed his erection. He thought he might pass out, too much of a good thing…too, 
too much. Desire pumped through him and out into Frodo. Because Frodo moaned as 
well, clenching muscles around Sam almost painfully. Frodo pulled off of Sam just 
before the head slipped out, and pushed back down again. He yelped, and rolled his 
hips around. His yelp became a begging moan. Sam shivered again. “Stop! Stop! 
STOP! Sir! If you keep doing that…mmmmm, if you don’t stop, it’ll be over for me 
before it’s even begun!” Sam panted, and stilled Frodo’s hips with his strong hands.
	“Oh, but dear Sam, that just what I want to do…”
	“What do you mean, sir?”
	“I mean: that it’s just what I want to do…make you cum deep inside of me…” 
Frodo rolled his hips again.
      “OH!, Yes, Mr. Frodo. Yes ---YES! Mmm…” Sam moved his hands up to 
Frodo’s shoulders and pushed him down, further onto his buried cock. Sam grunted 
and pushed his hips up hard. “That’s not too far off from happenen’ Mr. Frodo…” 
Sam pulled Frodo down onto his chest and rolled them over, so he could be the one 
controlling their movements. Frodo locked his ankles around Sam’s waist and Sam 
supported himself up on his elbows, holding onto him at the sides of his arms. “I want 
to make it happen.” Sam pulled almost all the way out quick and thrust in sharply and 
un-expectantly back in. Frodo let out another yelp, but this time it was because Sam 
had sheathed himself so deeply into Frodo that he rubbed up against a sensitive spot 
that no one had ever touched before. All around Sam, Frodo’s body tightened and 
heated. 
	“YES! Yes yes…yes… OHHHHHHH! Sammmmmmm! DO that to me 
again!” Frodo was now yelling at the top of his lungs.
	“Shhhhhmmmmm” Sam began to hush Frodo and half way through, crashes 
his lips against his, fighting tongue with tongue. Frodo was writhing underneath him, 
his stiffness rubbing against Sam’s lower belly. Sam continued his thrust, and held 
Frodo’s hips up to angle them, so that he could hit the spot every time he pushed in. 
	Frodo pulled back from the kiss. “Touch me.”	
	“Hm?” Sam continued to pump into Frodo.
	“Touch me SAM! Touch me everywhere, I..I…SAMMMM!!” When Frodo 
began to give his second response, Sam reached and hand between them and started 
rubbing Frodo’s thick cock in his hands while continuing his deep thrusts. “oh- oah, 
Sam- Sa…mmm. Yes yes, harder, faster!” He was panting barely audible for Sam to 
even hear. 
	Sam timed his thrusts with his strokes on Frodo; In with his hips, down with 
his hand; Out with his hips, up with his hand. He could feel warm fluid leaking down 
one side of Frodo’s cock, and began to pump harder. He moaned when his hips began 
to move faster and he knew he was close. 	Both hobbits stiffened and stilled their 
movements at the same time, and screamed when Sam released in Frodo, and Frodo 
covered their bellies in his own seed. They held tight to each other, unmoving. 
Breathing, (more like gasping) heavily with Sam nearly passed out on top of Frodo. 
Aftershocks of their orgasm were causing both of them to shake. They clung 
desperately to one another, still moaning and panting.
	“Oi, Valar! Mr. Frodo…” Sam pulled out of Frodo and rolled to the left, letting 
Frodo be closer to the fire. Frodo shimmered in the firelight, covered with sweat from 
their passion. Frodo’s bathing soap’s aroma was strong. Sam took in a long breath 
through his nose… lavender. He would be able to smell Frodo a mile away. “That 
was---it was…” Sam shook his head, leaned over and kissed Frodo’s rosy lips. Frodo 
smiled against the kiss.
	“I know.” Frodo said simply. He leaned up and let Sam kiss him again, and 
again, and again, until they were only kissing for what seemed like ages. When they 
cooled off and calmed down, Sam rolled over and let Frodo lay his head on his chest 
while the two naked hobbits bathed in the afterglow. After some time of comfortable 
silence, Frodo questioned, “Why did we wait so long to do that?” He lifted his head up 
so that he was looking into Sam’s loving eyes.
	“Because I was too scared Sir.” Sam laughed lightly. “ I don’t know why, I 
guess I just thought that you would think your Sam was cracked.  Ya’ know…if I tried 
anything.”
	“Oh Sam, I have desired your touch since you were far too young for these 
things. I know that sounds wrong of me, but you just always seemed to right to me. I 
have always loved you. Even since the day I met you.” Frodo kissed Sam’s chest 
briefly before lifting his head again.
	“Mr. Frodo, I have loved you since that day too. In case you didn’t notice, 
beggen’ your pardon. Just being a little lad and watching my dad work, I would peek 
in your window to watch you, I didn’t really want to watch my Gaffer. You were 
always so much more interesting.”
	“How I love you my Sam.” Frodo kissed Sam passionately as if to show how 
much he really cared about him.
	“Aye, I have always been yours… And I love you, my own Frodo.”
	“And I will always be yours. From now until the end of time. Gloss faloth Sam 
nin, gloss faloth.” Frodo knew about the elves leaving, Sam did too, and Frodo always 
fancied that he and Sam would go off together with the Elves, far away where they 
could be together forever. 
      Sam did not know what that meant, but later he found out. Frodo had said 
“White Shores my Sam, white shores.”

                                                     -The End-