Title: One Night In Bywater
Author: Janet Elizabeth (ishtar@golden.net)
Category: PWP, Multiple Partners, Chanslash, Incest,
Fetish/Kink, Point of View, Humor, Angst 
Rating: NC-17 
Pairing: Other 
Series: 
Warning: Incest, Graphic Sex, Kinky/Squicky Pairings 
Disclaimer: I cannot claim these characters but I claim their
actions here. 
Story Notes: Just a funny little sex farce that does have a
sequel coming. 
Summary: It's Frodo's birthday but the fab four seem to only
have sex on their minds as they play hide and seek with their
body parts.

One Night in Bywater or Not Only Dragons Are Green
by Janet Elizabeth  

 (Set sometime during the time between Bilbo's Birthday Party
and Frodo's leaving the Shire) 

 It was Frodo's birthday and Sam was determined to give him a
very special day. It had been a few years since Bilbo had left
and every year on their joint birthdays, Frodo had always been
too melancholy to really celebrate. But Sam was bound that this
year would be different. He had planned Frodo a surprise party
with half the neighborhood invited. It was to be held at the
Green Dragon in Bywater, Frodo's favorite pub and on the plus
side, Sam could catch a glimpse of Rosie while still staying
faithful to his master. 

 It wasn't always easy balancing his two loyalties and there
were times when Sam would catch a strange gleam in his master's
eye whenever Rosie was around, but the young gardener was able
to keep things from getting out of hand on either side by paying
as much attention as possible to both parties. He had to be
extra careful of his affections for Frodo, due to the fact that
hobbit lads over a certain age were expected to stop their
experimentation, but nonetheless, Sam was able to satisfy both
sides of his heart. And it wouldn't do to have Frodo find out
that Sam still had a crush on him after all this time. So, this
party was the perfect place for him to get a little of both his
desires met. It would also be a perfect opportunity to find out
what Frodo's cousins Merry and Pippin were up to. Local gossip
had not been kind. 

 That morning, his gaffer had asked him some pointed questions
about the doings at Bag End and Sam had been hard pressed to
answer truthfully without giving away any of his own suspicions.
If his father had thought there was anything improper going on,
he would have made Sam quit his job and marry Rosie right away.
Of course, it would never do to remind Hamfast that there had
been more than just idle chatter about himself and old Mister
Bilbo too. That would only earn Sam a smack round the ears for
his trouble. So, Sam had made his answers very middle of the
road and let out no hints of any untoward behavior. 

 Sam sighed as he finished weeding the garden and began cleaning
his tools. He always made sure to keep his spade and trowel free
from dirt so they wouldn't rust. He was just stroking the last
bits of dirt off the spade when a soft voice came from behind
him. 

 "Hullo, Sam." Came Frodo's silken tones. "What are you doing
there?" 

 Sam was startled and dropped his spade back into the dirt. He
whirled around and gazed into his master's eyes. There was a
gleam there that Sam had never seen before and it made him blush
right down to his wooly toes. 

 "Uhm...I was just cleaning me spade Mister Frodo. You know hows
I like to keep my tools nice and clean." Stammered Sam, with a
weak smile. 

 Frodo fluttered his eyelashes at him as Sam turned a deeper
shade of red 

 "I do Sam, I certainly do." Said Frodo, and took a step closer.
"I've seen you clean your tools on many occasions and I admire
how thorough you are." 

 Sam swallowed hard. What was his master saying and why was he
looking at him like that? It couldn't be that Frodo still had a
younger Hobbit's desire for experimentation, because he was well
past his majority and that stage usually ended around that time.
But from the way Frodo was looking at him and the way he was
speaking, it was as if he knew about Sam's forays into self
exploration in the dark corners of Bag End. Sam suddenly felt
hot all over and his Hobbithood began to swell inside his
breeches as he just stared at Frodo. The young gardener held his
breath as his master stood very close to him and spoke in a low
voice, all the while gazing at him lustfully from beneath
lowered lashes. 

 "You know Sam, I'm very good with keeping things clean and I
could show you a trick or two about polishing up things." Said
Frodo, his voice husky with implication. 

 Sam just stared, unable to stop what was happening to his
member and yet suddenly afraid of what his master meant. He
stood there, gazing into Frodo's eyes, breathing heavy and his
heart racing, until a shout brought him back to himself. Both
Hobbit's glanced up and saw Pippin and Merry trudging along the
road up to Bag End. 

 Sam stepped away from his master and almost fell into the dirt,
but Frodo caught him by the hand and held on tight, twining his
fingers between Sam's. Sam just stared like a frightened rabbit
at his master for a moment and then pulled his hand away. 

 "I'll just get my tools Mister Frodo and you can have a nice
visit with Mister Merry and Mister Pippin." Sam said in a rush. 

 He turned then and bent down to retrieve his fallen spade. As
he did, he felt his master press against his plump buttocks with
something warm and slightly hard. Sam knew what it was and
gasped at Frodo's boldness and also at his unexpected arousal.
He quickly grabbed the rest of his tools and stepped quickly
away from his master. He rushed to meet Merry and Pippin who had
arrived at the gate. 

 "Hullo Mister Brandybuck and Mister Took. Fine day for Mister
Frodo's birthday isn't it?" said Sam, the words tumbling out. 

 Merry and Pippin glanced at Sam worriedly as the young gardener
stood bobbing from foot to foot on the flagstones. Finally
Pippin clapped Sam on the shoulder and smiled at him. 

 "Yes Sam it is a fine day for a birthday." He said and pulled
Sam away from the gate so he and Merry could enter the yard. 

 Sam staggered out of the way almost dropping his tools again,
but he recovered and grinned manically back at the two younger
Hobbits. Merry gave Sam a queer look as he entered to greet his
cousin. Pippin stood by the gate with Sam and whispered in his
ear. 

 "Is everything ready Sam? Do they know we've booked the whole
Dragon for tonight?" Pippin whispered softly. 

 Sam just nodded his head and Pippin grabbed his arm painfully. 

 "What's the matter with you Sam? Don't be so nervous. Frodo
doesn't suspect a thing." Said Pippin, giving the young gardener
a little shake. 

 "I'm fine Mister Pippin. I just.. uh... uh...have things to do
before the party and I'm anxious to get away." Stammered Sam. 

 With that, he pulled away from the young Took and tore off down
the lane toward Bagshot Row without even a wave or a hollered
goodbye. Frodo stood with Merry watching Sam until he was out of
site behind Bag End and then turned back to his young cousin
with a smile. Pippin joined them as they began to chatter at
Frodo, wishing him a happy birthday and herding him into the
house for some refreshment. 

 Moments later at the Gamgee house 

 Sam rushed through his doorway and almost ran his father down
in his hurry to get to his room. Ham just glared at his son as
Sam tore down the hallway and slammed the door shut. Mumbling to
himself, Hamfast ambled outside to sit in the sunshine and shook
his head at his young son's headstrong ways. 

 In his room, Sam stood leaning against the door, breathing
heavily and trying to ignore the painful throbbing from his
loins. His thoughts ran in jumbled circles. 

 *...now what was that about...mister frodo looking at me that
way ... and rubbing himself against me... he's never done that
before ... and i would never expect him to want to do that with
me... so what was that about... what did he think he was doing
... maybe he knows how you feel about him and was just teasing
you a little before he fires you... he could be plotting that
right now and laughing at me behind me back with merry and
pippin ... i don't want to get fired ... what would my gaffer
say ... what would i do if i couldn't see mister frodo every day
... what was that about...* 

 Finally, his breathing slowed to normal, but the heat between
his legs had not subsided and he knew he had to take care of it
before he set off for the Dragon to finish up tonight's
planning. Even though he felt that Frodo was going to fire him
he still had to go through with his party plans. But first he
had to settle with himself. 

 Shakily, he pattered over to his bench where he kept his tools
and put them away carefully. Then, with a sigh he lay down on
his bed and loosened his breeches until he could pull his plump,
thick member into the open air. Keeping his moans low in his
throat he spat on each palm and took both his shaft and his sack
in hand. 

 Starting at the base, he began by griping tightly and then
squeezing his hand up his shaft to the rose-red tip, the flesh
rippling to encompass the head. Then he released his grip
slightly and pulled down on his gently curved member. His other
hand held his sack in a firm grip as he squeezed and rolled the
separate bulbs, pressing them together and at times pushing them
into the heat of his own body. Sounds rumbled deep in his chest
as he imagined himself entwined with Frodo and his master's
hands doing the things he was doing to himself. 

 He allowed himself to let his most favorite fantasy play out in
his head. It was one that he had used on several occasions such
as this and one which gave him no end of pleasure. In his mind,
Sam pictured Frodo and himself as younger hobbits, back when
they had both been hobbit lads, Sam still in his early Tweens
and Frodo nearing his majority. He saw them sitting in the mud
of the garden as Sam's father and Frodo's uncle discussed the
joy's of a good garden. Of course, they were both out of sight
of the two grownups and the mud was cool in the heat of the
summer. Frodo would reach out at one point and grab Sam's hands
and pull him closer. Of course, Sam would scoot as close as he
could, the two of them straddling their legs over and under the
other's. Then, because Frodo was the older and obviously more
experienced Hobbit, he would reach his muddy hands into Sam's
breeches and grasp his member. The coolness of the squishy
substance would be countermanded by the luxurious feel of it
being massaged into his plump Hobbit cock and balls by the hands
of the one Hobbit he never wished to stop experimenting with.
Then the fantasy would take an even more exciting turn. Frodo
would take Sam's muddy hands and plunge them into the front of
his own breeches to grasp his more slender but slightly longer
shaft. And there the two of them would sit, dirty hands inside
each other's clothes and doing sweet forbidden things to each
other until the mud was splattered with their white, creamy
emissions. 

 The climax of the fantasy rolled over Sam as his own climax
charged from the base of his swollen testes and shot out over
his hands like a pearly waterfall. He lay there a moment or two,
savoring the afterglow of his orgasm, when a sound outside his
window made him freeze in terror. His cock shriveled in his hand
and his balls crawled back up inside his body. He feared he had
been discovered and was ashamed that he had not been more
discreet. 

 Careful not to spill his own recently spent seed, he got up
from the bed and waddled to the window, his breeches down around
his ankles. Shaking like the leaves in an autumn storm, he
leaned outside and looked around the nicely trimmed hedgerow. He
saw nothing moving, not even a rustle of leaves. Then the sound
came again and he looked up. One of the eaves of the roof had
come loose and was rattling against the corner of the shutter.
With a huge sigh of relief, Sam leaned back inside his window
and closed the curtains. 

 He didn't see Pippin Took curled into a ball at the base of the
hedgerow where it grew the thickest and was hard to see through.
Nor did he see that Pippin had his own cock out or the mess that
the young Hobbit had left on the ground. 

 Half an hour later at Bag End 

 Merry was having a hard time keeping Frodo from dashing out the
door for a drink at the Dragon. He hadn't said much about it
being his birthday but Merry could tell from all the sighing and
forlorn looks. He knew that his older cousin always went to the
inn for an ale or two before coming home and making a fine
supper for a few friends to celebrate his and old Bilbo's
birthday. It wasn't the fact that he didn't want to take his
cousin out for a drink but he had to keep him there until he got
the signal from Pippin that Sam had everything ready. And Pippin
had been gone for half an hour already and still no word, though
it did take more than a few minutes to get from there to here.
Silently, Merry cursed his youngest cousin thinking he had
stopped for an ale or two before coming back. The young
Brandybuck would have to give the little Took a smack for that. 

 Merry heard Frodo sigh again from the parlor, where he was
making notes in his journal. He sighed himself as he tried to
put down the feelings he had every time he was alone with Frodo
lately. Oh it wasn't wrong for young Hobbits to want to
experiment while still in their Tweens with other Hobbit lads,
but Frodo was his cousin after all and way beyond his majority.
Still, Merry couldn't help but admire his older cousin, seeing
as how handsome and learned he was. Every Hobbit lass from the
Brandywine Bridge to Bagshot Row had an eye for the charming
young Baggins, and not too few Hobbit lads neither. And Merry
knew he was no different. He had a crush on his older cousin
that recently had developed into something a bit more. 

 The young Hobbit tried not to think about what he had seen
Frodo doing just last week. It was difficult and had put some
strange thoughts into Merry's head. But just the same, to
witness your older cousin, whom you have a crush on doing such
things was enough to drive a young Hobbit wild. Merry flushed
with delighted shame as he pictured again his cousin's
indiscretion. 

 Merry had been sneaking around Bag End, hoping to spy Frodo in
an intimate moment either bathing or undressing, when he had
heard voices coming from the back garden. As quietly as only a
Hobbit can, he crept around the hedgerow and peered past it to
see what was going on. There he saw Sam working hard in the late
September sunshine, his shirt off and doing the backbreaking job
of planting the tulip bulbs for next spring. Frodo had been
perched on his windowsill watching the activity with Sam's shirt
laid over his lap. 

 The sight of Sam with his shirt off had given Merry a bit of a
thrill, seeing as Sam was a fine figure of a Hobbit himself, but
it was in watching what his cousin was doing that made Merry's
body prickle with excitement. Unbeknownst to Sam, Frodo had his
long, slender member outside his breeches and was stroking it
under Sam's shirt as he gawped at the unsuspecting gardener
toiling away. A slight smile was playing about Frodo's lips as
he kept licking and biting at them whilst watching his servant's
bare chest and back ripple and gleam with sweat under the warm
sun. Merry's own Hobbithood had responded by quickly stiffening
and causing a small amount of pain as his breeches became too
tight too quickly. He had gasped out loud and then clapped his
hands over his mouth for fear of discovery. Hiding himself
behind the hedge, he had waited breathless and frustrated hoping
that he wouldn't be discovered. 

 After a few moments passed and discovery hadn't come, he
cautiously peered around the hedgerow again and saw that Sam had
put his shirt back on and Frodo had slipped back inside the
hole. Disappointed that he could no longer see his cousin in his
arousal, and curious as to what was really going on, he was also
relieved that neither of the older Hobbits had found him. 

 A sigh from the other room stopped Merry's reverie and he
realized that his member had grown inside his breeches. With a
clearing of his voice he stood and called to Frodo. 

 "Uhm...I'm just going to relieve myself cousin Frodo. I shan't
be a moment!" 

 Frodo gave a soft grunt in response and as Merry slipped inside
the private room that Frodo had for ablutions of this sort, he
wondered if the older Hobbit was thinking lewd thoughts about
his gardener again. The image of Frodo tending to his own needs
while in plain view came to Merry's thoughts again as he
loosened his breeches and removed his hardening cock. He
couldn't help but compare himself with his older cousin as he
gazed down at the slightly purple and very firm flesh. 

 From what he had been able to see, Frodo had a long slender
cock with a tapered tip and a low slung fleshy sack beneath.
Merry looked at his own equipment and was chagrined. He only had
a short member but it was quite thick and curved up and to the
left very prominently. He couldn't remember if his cousins' had
a curve or not due to what was being done to it at the time of
sighting. His own sack was quite large, but tucked tight up to
his body. He guessed it would drop lower as he reached his
majority and his body completed its maturing. 

 Again, thoughts of his cousin's self-service came unbidden to
Merry's mind and his own hardness twitched. With a sigh, he
decided he would have to take care of things before going back
out to face Frodo, or there would be some explaining to do. 

 Taking a deep breath, he grasped himself and began to pleasure
himself in short, quick strokes, his fist slapping against his
warm, tight sack on each descent. A soft sighing escaped his
lips but as he neared his hurried climax a sharp knock came at
the door. Merry swallowed hard and his hand froze in mid pump. 

 "Merry?" came Frodo's gentle query. "Are you all right in
there? You sound as if you're having some trouble. Do you need
anything to help things along? If you are having bowel trouble,
I have a nice quick remedy that Bilbo used to give me whenever I
ate too much cheese." 

 Merry choked at his cousin's words and watched sorrowfully as
his erection softened in his hands and shrank. With a frown on
his face he released himself and put his member away. 

 "I'm fine Frodo." He finally replied. "Everything is fine. I'll
be out in a minute." 

 Merry straightened himself inside his breeches and began
fastening them up when Frodo's soft tones came again. 

 "Are you sure? I mean, I can come in and help if you need any."


 Merry almost fainted as his cock went from soft to hard in the
blink of an eye. The thought of his dear cousin coming in and
helping him do what he had just been doing was a potent one. He
took a deep breath before replying. 

 "No, no that's fine. I'm fine. Just give me a moment please
Frodo and maybe when I come out, we can take ourselves down to
the Dragon for a birthday drink." 

 "Well, if you are okay then I think that sounds grand. I'll get
our cloaks and walking sticks ready. We can get off as soon as
you like." 

 Merry groaned at his cousin's unfortunate use of words, and
thought to himself. 

 *...it's going to be a very long day if this keeps up ... i
don't know how much i can take of this innuendo even though
frodo has no idea he's doing it ... i wish pippin would hurry
and get back and maybe i can be distracted .. a couple of ales
will settle things down quick ... and i have got to stop
thinking about my cousin like this ... if i don't i may go mad
...* 

 He gave a quick squeeze to the lump inside his breeches and
unlocked the door to the privy room. With a deep breath, he
walked out and found Frodo waiting at the door for him wearing a
smile. 

 "Come on Merry lad!" trilled Frodo. "I can't wait to get to the
Dragon. Maybe this year someone will remember my birthday who
isn't related to me and buy me a drink or two!" 

 Merry smiled back at him and put on his cloak slowly, hoping
that Pippin would show up before he couldn't stall anymore. But
no knock came and no young Took either, so Merry did the only
thing he could. 

 He clapped his oldest cousin on the back and shuffled him out
the door. 

 Meanwhile, at the Green Dragon in Bywater 

 Pippin had already started drinking and was watching Sam as he
bustled about putting up banners and garlands and sorting party
favors. Little did the young Gamgee know that he was being
watched by the sleepy eyed and slightly intoxicated Took. But
Pippin couldn't and wouldn't stop as he had been fascinated with
Sam ever since he had started coming to Bag End on his own with
Merry. 

 It had all started a couple of years before Bilbo went off in a
flash and a bang, when he and Merry had come to Bag End to see
Frodo. Frodo of course was still below his majority, but not too
young to look after his younger cousins. He had taken the two of
them out into the yard to play a game of hide and seek, when Sam
had come bustling up with his father Hamfast. Pippin had taken
one look at the sturdy young Hobbit and had been smitten. 

 It wasn't unusual for Hobbits to have crushes on older cousins
of the same sex and it sometimes it happened that adult males or
females would take up with their own gender, at least not for
the Tooks, so long as they were discreet that is. And Pippin had
discovered that lasses were just not his thing. He knew that one
day he would have to marry and produce heirs but that day was so
far away that he was still able to fall in and out of love and
lust with whomever he pleased. And he pleased to lust after the
husky young Samwise. 

 Pippin thought back to all the times he had watched and spied
on Sam over the years and the memories were very pleasant.
Without knowing it, Sam had taught him all about self pleasure
and the different ways you could achieve that very thing. Pippin
had enjoyed many hours watching Sam as he rubbed off in the most
interesting ways and places. His favorite memory was the one
where he watched as Sam had an enormous climax while supposedly
trimming the hedgerow at Bag End, but the young gardener had
really been watching Frodo take a bath through a crack in the
shutter to the bathing room. It had been a very educational day
for Pippin. 

 The young Took knew that Sam had very strong feelings towards
Frodo and thought it was jealous, especially since Pippin knew
that Frodo had feelings for Sam. He kept waiting for the day
that Sam and Frodo finally admitted these feelings to each other
and had real sex, but only so he could find out how to do it. As
soon as he knew that, he would corner Sam and make him teach him
everything there was to know. Pippin grinned at the thought and
leered at Sam's plump posterior as he leaned over to pick up the
box that had Frodo's present in it. 

 *...i can't wait to get my hands on that fine hobbit rump...
and what a rump it is... i bet he's very firm and soft there...
and that belly of his...mmm...to feel that pressed against my
back or my front .. maybe i can get him to hug me later ..when
we're all in our cups and feeling fuzzy ... i can grab a little
feel and rub against him ... maybe he'll even forget frodo for
one night and take me in the one of the back rooms instead...
now that's a nice thought ... the things i can show him to do
with a carrot are endless ... * 

 Pippin grinned and rubbed the hardened member inside his
breeches against the wood of the bar and had Rosie fill his mug
again. As she came back, Sam bellied up to the bar and asked for
a mug as well. With a quick flash of a sweet smile at her
intended, Rosie came back with another mug and a pat on Sam's
hand. Pippin felt green with envy but brightened as he saw Sam
pull away slightly and flush with embarrassment. He kept his
features calm though as Sam turned towards him. 

 "Well Mister Took," huffed Sam with a grin. "Looks like
everything is ready on time. And I see the guests are almost all
arrived too. You can be off to Bag End to fetch Mister Frodo and
Mister Merry." 

 Pippin was about to reply when Merry burst in the door, huffing
and puffing and rushed over to Sam. 

 "Sam, quick... is everyone here?" Panted Merry. 

 "Yes, almost." Came Sam's worried reply. "We're only waiting on
Mister Fatty and you know how he's almost always late. But what
are you doing here? You're supposed to be minding Mister Frodo
until Mister Pippin comes to get you." 

 Merry breathed deeply, trying to calm himself before he
continued. He reached over and grabbed Pippin's mug and took a
deep pull of ale before slamming the mug back down on the bar.
He continued, ignoring Pippin's black look. 

 "I tried to keep him occupied but he was insistent, and he's
just met Fatty on the road here. I said I would run on ahead and
order his mug for him so they are only seconds away. Is everyone
here?" 

 Sam glanced around the room, counting heads and then turned
back to Merry. 

 "Aye, everyone is here." He turned quickly to Rosie. "Rosie
love, turn down the lamps and get ready to light them quick when
Mister Frodo comes in." He then stepped away from the bar,
pushing Merry towards his own mug of ale, and addressing the
entire pub. "Right. Mister Frodo is almost here, so everyone
pipe down and hide. And when he comes in, you jump out and yell
'Surprise' like I told you. Right? Okay. Positions everyone!" 

 Pippin watched as Sam perched himself right by the door so he
could grab Frodo as he entered. Jealousy welled up in him again
as he thought of how much he wished it was his birthday and what
kind of present he would want. It would start with a kiss from
Master Gamgee and wouldn't end there. But Pippin knew Sam would
be hugging and possibly kissing Frodo before the night was out.
The young Took fell into a sulk as the lights dimmed and voices
could be heard from outside. 

 "What's this Fatty?" came the sound of Frodo's voice. "Looks
like the Dragon is closed down for the night. That can't be
right. Merry just came here." 

 "I'm not sure Frodo, but maybe if we go inside we can find out
more." Came Fatty's high pitched treble. 

 Pippin seethed as he watched the dim form of Sam as he waited
excitedly at the doorway. The door opened and the two figures,
one Hobbity plump and the other enormously fat came into the
dark interior. The lights flew up and the whole party yelled
'surprise' as they were supposed to. Frodo looked utterly
shocked and delighted as Sam, Pippin and Merry surrounded him.
Pippin positioned himself to be as close to Sam as possible. 

 "Happy Birthday cousin Frodo!" trilled Pippin, as he secretly
groped Sam's buttocks. 

 He grinned to himself as Sam didn't move away and Frodo beamed
at all his friends. 

 Later that evening as the party winds down 

 It had been a grand party, thought Frodo as he blearily
observed his family and friends as they made their way out the
door of the Dragon. He smiled as he thought back to all the
lovely presents he had received, most especially the embroidered
waistcoat from Sam. Thinking of Sam and his presentation of the
gift tonight made Frodo feel warm all over, most especially in
the region of his loins. 

 Sam was his most favorite friend, even though he called him his
servant. But the young gardener was more than that to Frodo and
he knew just how he wanted to express his feelings for the
younger Hobbit. A saucy grin spread across his face as he
watched Sam help Rosie gather up the empty mugs and platters. He
didn't like the proprietary way that Rose kept touching Sam and
Frodo could see that Sam was almost uncomfortable with her
attentions. The young gardener kept patting the bar maid's
wandering hands and placing them in more polite places. Frodo
could only think of putting his hands in those not so polite
places himself. He decided that tonight would be the night that
he took Samwise Gamgee's cherry body and introduced him into
pleasure unimaginable. 

 A stray doubt passed through Frodo's mind as he wondered how
Sam would react to his master's lusty attentions. Perhaps the
young Gamgee would be afraid, but then Frodo thought back to
that afternoon and how Sam's body had seemed to say what Sam's
mouth could not. Frodo smiled to himself at the memory of the
warm, hard bulge he had found in Sam's breeches. He also
suspected that Sam spied on him from time to time and made some
self explorations of his own. It was why Frodo had made that
crack in the bathing room shutter and why he made every
opportunity to pleasure himself within either sight or reach of
his younger friend. He kept hoping that Sam would notice and
then they could speak out loud the things he was sure they were
both feeling. 

 Frodo took a final pull on his ale and set his mug down on the
bar. He stood, straightening his vest and not at all mindful of
the large bulge in the front of his breeches. With a determined
look he set off across the room to where Sam was pulling down
party decorations. 

 across the room 

 Merry had been watching Frodo all night and could not help but
notice that his older cousin wasn't discreet in his lust for his
gardener. The young Brandybuck had been astounded at this
behavior as Frodo had always been the soul of discretion, at
least in public. Tonight had been different as the drink flowed
more freely and all the Hobbits had become more than a little
tipsy. Frodo had kept groping Sam at every opportunity and
Merry's jealousy had grown at every attempt. The funny thing was
that Sam seemed to want no part of it and yet his body was
responding to his master's touch. It changed nothing for Merry
as he resolved to make his feelings known to his cousin. 

 It was tonight or never if he was to ever know the sweetness of
Frodo and he was determined to make it happen. He had even
picked out the spot. There was a small closet in the back of the
inn where they put the dirty linens. It had no window and only
one small lamp so Merry would be able to jump Frodo before he
knew what was happening. And considering the lusty nature of his
cousin, Merry knew that Frodo would respond. It was common
knowledge amongst the Brandybucks and the Tooks that the
Bagginses were usually open to a roll in the hay, or in this
case the linens, with a cousin or two when they were in their
cups. And tonight, cousin Frodo was well into his cups. Merry
would show him that gardeners aren't the only ones who can
inspire passion. 

 With a steely look of determination and one last searing glance
in Frodo's direction, Merry picked himself up from his corner
and staggered his way to the back of the inn. He didn't see
Frodo make his approach to Sam and didn't see Pippin as he
slipped inside the privy room. 

 in another part of the Dragon 

 Pippin was one horny Hobbit and frustrated to boot. He had been
dogging Sam's footsteps all night in hopes of a grope or two and
maybe to see if he couldn't convince the older Hobbit to take
some time away from that saucy serving wench Rosie or detach
himself from Frodo's clutches. But there had been little to no
opportunity for the young Took to get anywhere near the object
of his lust. Frodo or Rose had been at Sam all night and Pippin
felt like crying. 

 How could anyone be as good to Sam or as much fun for Sam as he
could? It wasn't possible in his young Hobbit mind. He wanted
Sam and Sam should want him. He was a fine young Hobbit, not
quite at his majority but still small and slender, almost like a
lass except with less padding and with much more interesting
body parts, at least to Pippin's mind. He couldn't see how a
fine strapping Hobbit like Sam could NOT want him. Oh of course
Rosie had her charms if you liked that sort of thing, and Pippin
guessed that Sam had to at least keep up appearances, but it
wasn't fair that Pippin wasn't even allowed the chance to show
Sam a good time before he settled into domestic horror. 

 As the young Hobbit sat there, draining his ale and sulking, he
noticed that Sam told Rosie to go home and he would finish the
tidying up. He watched as the little wench kissed Sam on the
cheek and flounced off with a smile. His hopes rose until Frodo
staggered over and patted Sam on his delicious rump as the young
gardener began pulling down the birthday banners. He almost
laughed as Sam jumped and tumbled off the chair he was standing
on and had to stop himself from cheering as he watched him put
the chair between him and his master. He strained to hear what
was said between the two but couldn't catch a word. The smile on
Frodo's face faded to a determined look as Sam patted Frodo on
the arm and gathered up a pile of dirty dishes to take to the
kitchen. Frodo then picked up an empty mug and followed him. 

 Pippin could take no more. He slammed his mug down on the table
and rose unsteadily to his feet. His eyes were filled with tears
as he watched the one Hobbit in the whole world who meant
anything to him get chased around the inn by his favorite
cousin. He then realized that he was standing there, swaying
from side to side, crying and he had to pee. Sadly, he staggered
his way to the privy room, not noticing Merry's discouraged face
as he passed. He muttered to himself on his way. 

 "Don't know what he sees in him...Frodo just wants him cause he
thinks he can have anyone...but I want him cause I think he's
the best thing on two legs ... I could show him a thing or two
even though I'm young... but I'm willing and very eager...
stupid cousin Frodo ..." 

 As he closed the door, he didn't see Merry pass him on his way
to the dirty linen closet. 

 in the kitchen of the inn 

 It had been a very trying night for Sam. Not only did he want
to make sure that he gave Frodo the best party ever, but he had
been dodging Rosie's roaming hands all night and Pippin had
seemed very attached to him. To top it all off Frodo had been
groping him quite without discretion at every turn. At one
point, his master had put his hand boldly on Sam's crotch and
began squeezing playfully under the table. As much as Sam
enjoyed having Frodo touch him, he knew it wasn't right and
especially not in public. 

 The poor young gardener was conflicted. On the one hand, he had
been fantasizing about Frodo for years. On the other, he knew he
was too old to be still entertaining these fantasies. But on the
other hand Frodo seemed to be feeling the same thing. Still, on
the other hand Sam knew that if he pursued this he might risk
losing his job and his reputation. And on the last hand, it was
quite possible that the Cotton's would find out and Sam would
lose Rosie. By Sam's count that was five hands and he only had
two. It was a real quandary. But he had to make some sort of
decision. 

 Now things were a little simpler. He had sent Rose home with
her brother and now it was only himself, Frodo, Merry and
Pippin. So he only had to deal with Frodo and considering the
amount of ale they had consumed, Sam felt he might just give in
to desire and jump Mister Frodo himself. Of course, he now had a
prime opportunity. Both he and his master were alone in the main
room clearing up dishes, well Sam was clearing dishes and Frodo
kept carrying the same mug back and forth to the kitchen as he
followed Sam around with a prominent lump in his breeches and a
lustful look in his eyes. Pippin and Merry seemed to have
toddled off somewhere, probably to sleep off the copious amounts
of alcohol that they had drunk. That made things easier for Sam
and he began to relax a little. 

 With a sigh, he looked around the main room to make sure he had
gathered up all the debris and noticed that still in the corner
was a pile of dirty table linens. He went to pick them up and
then felt the now familiar sensation of Frodo's hardening cock
pressed against his firm buttocks. Sam didn't stop him this time
as his master put his hands on Sam's hips and rubbed against his
mounds. As he stood up with the pile of laundry, Frodo released
him and allowed him to turn. 

 They stood facing one another, eye to eye for a moment or two,
assessing what the other was thinking. Then Sam did something he
never expected to do. He leaned forward and planted a wet,
soulful kiss on his master's open mouth. The kiss was returned
with fervour as Frodo's hands found Sam's face and pulled him in
to kiss him deeper. An eternity of wonderful sensations seemed
to pass in only a moment before the kiss broke. With a smile,
Sam bumped his knee against his master's. 

 "I'll just take these to the dirty linen closet Mister Frodo
and then meet you in the privy room. It's private there and we
can continue this..uhm...conversation." 

 Frodo grinned back at him and then moved unsteadily aside for
him to pass. As Sam moved to leave, Frodo patted him gently on
the buttocks and let him go with a quick squeeze. The young
gardener gave him a grin and then moved off to deposit his
bundle of dirty laundry. 

 Frodo just stood there, gazing after the object of his desire
for a few moments before toddling off towards the privy room. 

 meanwhile, in the dirty linen closet 

 Merry was almost breathless with desire and waiting when he
heard the sound of feet coming in his direction. He backed up
towards the rear of the closet and waited for the door to open.
By the sound of the tread, it could only be Frodo, a drunken
Frodo but it was his cousin he was sure. Licking his lips so
they would be nice and moist when he kissed Frodo for the first
time, he stilled his breathing until the only sound that could
be heard was his cousin's footsteps. 

 Merry quickly glanced in the direction of the doorway and
noticed that there was no light coming underneath. That meant
that Frodo wasn't carrying a light of any kind and Merry was
relieved. He was nervous and didn't want his cousin to react
until he had him well in hand and couldn't refuse anymore. The
footsteps stopped outside the door and Merry heard the knob turn
and door creak open. A dim shape carrying a bundle of what could
only be dirty laundry entered and the door swung shut behind
him. Merry reached out to grab the figure and pull him in for a
very wet kiss, his tongue seeking another tongue. The bundle was
dropped on the floor in surprise. 

 at the same time in the hall outside the privy room 

 Frodo had reached the privy room and almost couldn't contain
his excitement. The one thing he had been wanting for years now
was about to happen. He grinned lustfully and rubbed at the
almost fully erect cock inside his breeches. It would be good to
finally loosen his clothes and release himself with his young
friend. With a chuckle to himself, he put his hand on the knob
and turned. 

 the same moment inside the privy room 

 Pippin was in the middle of a very teary rub down, his breeches
pooled around his ankles and his small but rigid cock grasped
between his soft, slender hand. Tears were rolling down his face
as he imagined Sam and Frodo together. He was startled into
stopping in mid stroke as the knob rattled and the door opened.
There was no light, except what little could reach the hallway
from the lamps in the main room so the only shape he saw was a
curly Hobbit head. He felt the bottom drop out of his stomach as
the figure approached him, reached for him and began to not only
kiss him but play with his Hobbithood and balls. 

 Pippin was not about to throw a gift away and releasing
himself, he shoved his hands into the breeches of his Sam and
began to fondle him as well. The two kissed and began rubbing
against each other in the dark until Pippin had to break his
mouth away to breath. 

 "Oh Sam, I'm so glad you are here. I thought -" he was
interrupted. 

 "Sam?" Came Frodo's whispered query. "I thought you were Sam?" 

 Pippin swallowed hard. 

 "Frodo?" he squeaked. 

 Both hobbits stopped for a moment and then released each
other's members, which had begun to shrink in the shock.
Hurriedly they began to dress themselves and then struggle to be
the first out the door. 

 finally in the dirty linen closet 

 Sam dropped his bundle of clothes in surprise as he was being
kissed quite soulfully and skilfully. He responded by plunging
his hands into the back of Frodo's breeches and squeezing his
buttocks. Frodo responded by pulling him close and rubbing their
cocks together through their breeches. Both Hobbits moaned in
pleasure, until a thought hit Sam. 

 *...how did mister frodo get here before me...* 

 Sam pulled his mouth away from the sweet mouth sucking at his
and whispered breathlessly into his master's ear, while his
master began nibbling at his earlobe. 

 "I don't know how you got here first Mister Frodo but I'm right
glad you are here just the same." 

 Frodo stopped sucking at Sam's neck and pulled back. 

 "Sam?" came Merry's reply. 

 "Merry?" said Sam fearfully. 

 Both Hobbits jumped away from each other and then leaped for
the door. A brief struggle ensued as they fought to see who got
to turn the handle and then push the door open. Finally, Sam won
and tumbled out into the darkened hallway with Merry falling
down on top of him. Sounds from further down the hall made them
both look up to find Pippin and Frodo racing from the privy room
doorway to crash into the wall and each other. All four Hobbits
stopped and looked at each other. None of them spoke but after a
moment or two of realization, they all got to their feet and
raced towards the main room of the inn. Without a word to any of
the others, each grabbed his cloak or coat or hat or walking
stick or in Frodo's case also a basket filled with presents and
made for the door. There was a brief struggle as all four of
them attempted to exit the Dragon at the same time, but finally
Pippin made it out first, since he was smallest, followed by
Frodo, then Merry and finally Sam. They all raced off, without a
word, to their respective homes. 

 the next day dawns 

 The sun was bright and hot as elevenses came and went, and
Hobbiton bustled as only it can on a busy harvesting day, but
there was no movement from Bag End. The shutters were drawn and
the garden was untouched. 

 Down on Bagshot Row all was as normal until the door of the
Gamgee residence was flung open and a very unhappy Samwise was
thrust out into the sharp, bright light by his Gaffer. 

 "A good days work will cure that swollen head of yours right
smart Sam." bellowed Hamfast, as his son stumbled into the lane.
"Don't come back and tell me nought got done neither, just
'cause you like your ale too much and were out whoopin' it up
'til all hours neither. Honestly, I don't know what's come over
the younger generation!" 

 The door slammed behind Sam as he stood blinking painfully and
with much embarrassment outside his front door. The neighbours
watched as he gathered himself up and slunk down the lane
towards Bag End. 

 When he reached the place, he could see that Frodo hadn't
arisen yet or if he had, he hadn't bothered to open his windows
and get some fresh air. Sam was afraid to face his master after
last night and stood at the gate jittering from foot to foot. As
he stood there, deciding how to face his master, he was joined
by a very green looking Pippin and a white-faced Merry. None
looked at the others but with the briefest of sidelong glances,
but they all stood there staring up at Frodo's door and
wondering how to face him and each other. Finally, Merry spoke
up. 

 "Well, I guess we should go in and see how Frodo is doing? Eh
Pippin? What do you say?" 

 Pippin shuddered and passed a hand over his face before
replying. 

 "I guess we have to. Eh Sam?" 

 Sam sighed and then turned to face both his friends. 

 "I think, we ought to ... put the past behind us and forget
ought happened that shouldn't have and just all be friends
again. Don't you both think that's right?" He said squinting at
both younger hobbits in turn. 

 Both had gone red faced but nodded their agreement. Sam patted
them both gingerly on the shoulder before he turned and opened
the gate to Bag End. He didn't notice that both of the younger
Hobbits had large growing lumps in the front of their breeches
nor did he notice how they both looked at him from beneath
lowered lashes. 

 THE END?