Before Daybreak: Frodo and Sam
Drawing inspiration from J.R.R. Tolkien's Lord of the Rings series and its film adaptations, we follow the tale of two inseparable companions - Frodo Baggins and Samwise Gamgee. The trials they endured in battle have only strengthened their bond and affection for one another. Dive into this erotic fan fiction which includes anal and oral sex.
As the sun gracefully sunk on the horizon, its rays washing over the Shire, Frodo and Sam, adorned in travel-worn clothes, approached their hillside home. The lush, fragrant flowers that Sam had planted long ago flourished, their blossoms emitting a delightful aroma.
"I can't believe our journey is finally over," Sam mused, "I thought I'd never see this magical place again. These treasured flowers!" he pressed against a lavender flower's petals, his eyes seemingly gleaming with a tear. "I miss them so dearly. my cherished chrysanthemums!"
Frodo beamed, imagining the buds cracking under the touch of his friend's soft hands.
"The garden longs for your arrival, master of herbs and flowers!" he joked, his weary eyes twinkling. He smirked at Sam and let out a heavy sigh.
Sam smirked back and proceeded to pick a few sprigs from the herb patch before heading inside. "Well, I must say I've never been this exhausted. I swear, I'm going to sleep for seven entire years." Sam shrugged off the words and wiped a crooked tear from his cheek, indicating relief. He bowed to Frodo and opened the door for him to enter.
The two began discarding their dusty cloaks and kicking off their shoes, letting out contented sighs as they did so.
"Suppose that means I should draw a bath for you, Mr. Frodo?" Sam remarked.
"You know, Sam, after everything that we've endured together," Frodo started, giving Sam's shoulder a friendly pat, "- we're equal now. No masters or servants." His eyes flashed, hinting at the connection they shared.
Sam chuckled and headed to the kitchen to prepare the water. But as they relaxed, how could he resist filling the bathtub himself?
"Allow me, Mr. Frodo," Sam expressed, pausing briefly as he fetched a bucketful of water. He filled it with hot water while Frodo hummed a signature tune they had sung throughout their journey home. The song reverberated through the air, contributing to the festivities.
"Oh the joyful old days when we'd farm the earth,When the crops were tall and barrels rich,What grand old times we had, my friend,In the hallowed fields of Delving"
"I wonder when you first sang that song, Sam?" Frodo inquired inquisitively.
"That's a lovely tune my father used to sing when I'd help him harvest. After all, I taught you that song when we were only around ten years old."
Frodo's expression hinted at a fonder feeling - these years felt so distant during their arduous journey, but now they felt utterly present, eternally cherished.
The room filled up with golden haze emanating from the candles and the bewitching aroma of lavender as Sam had snatched a few sprigs on his way back from the garden.
But before he left the bathroom, Frodo grabbed Sam's arm. "Don't you want to join me in the bath, Sam?"
Sam paused, pondering the idea... finally agreeing, "Alright, Mr. Frodo, if you command me." Once inside, they began to cleanse one another, washing away the weariness.
Frodo held a cloth to Sam's shoulder and gently massaged it.
"Ah, I feel that scar isn't completely healed yet," Frodo murmured, kneading the afflicted area gently.
Sam groaned slightly, his head bowing low.
"You've been through so much, Sam," Frodo continued, still rubbing Sam's shoulder, "I believe you'll need a great night of sleep to heal."
Sam blushed, craning his head to catch a glimpse of the bathing Frodo. Flashbacks of the war-torn battles filled his mind. Frodo, however, kept his gaze on Sam, his impeccable memory recalling Sam's favorite flower.
"Yes, it's the scent of home."
Time passed as they washed each other under the warm water, aching to regain their peaceful lives. They exchanged words and smiles, their treasured memories filling the room with love. The combination of the perfumed lavender and the nostalgic scent of sweat and dirt seemed to them, the epitome of home.
"Hey, Sam, I've been wanting to apologize for..."
"Don't worry about it, Sam. I know you weren't in control of yourself."
"Yes, and I should have trusted you more, like you trusted me. Unshakably."
"Alright, Sam. You've been worrying about this long enough. It's in the past." Sam took Frodo's hand in his, just like he had many times before and held it to his cheek. "You came back to me, Frodo."
Frodo blushed. "Man, I don't know what to say. You've always cared for me like no one else has. Probably more than anyone ever will."
Sam looked up as Frodo continued,
"And I've never felt so... close to someone. I care for you, Sam. I...I want to care for you the way you have for me for so long."
Sam felt a bit embarrassed. "Look, Frodo..."
Frodo reached out and took Sam's face in his palms. "...Frodo..."
"I love you, Sam, and I always will."
Frodo hugged Sam, pressing his face against his shoulder, and they embraced. His skin was so warm and soft, softer than Sam had imagined. Sam ran his hand across Frodo's shoulder.
Frodo kissed Sam's hair and, with the cloth in his hand, rubbed it against Sam's back. Sam sighed and knew they didn't need to say anything more. Their hands caressing each other and their hearts full of tenderness.
Sam looked up at Frodo and they paused, looking at each feature of each other's face, their eyes heavy with water droplets. Their lips soft and rosey. Their hair clinging to their necks.
Frodo rested his forehead against Sam's and Sam closed his eyes tight. So taken by emotion, his face was pushed against Frodo's, and their lips met. They breathed into each other and melted into each other's embrace.
Frodo's hand gently brushed against Sam's thigh. Sam flinched a little. Opening his eyes, Frodo noticed Sam turn red and avoid eye contact. Frodo looked down and blushed as well.
"It's fine, Sam," Frodo said with a smile, and Sam saw that his penis was hard too. He smiled and they laughed and hugged each other. Their hearts beating faster. Sam grabbed the back of Frodo's neck and kissed him harder now.
Frodo pushed back against him and leaned over Sam, placing his hands on Sam's thighs. They looked at each other, surprised and mesmerized. They were both hot and aroused.
Sam traced Frodo's chest, caressing the hair. His hand slid down Frodo's stomach to his groin and gently stroked his erection. Frodo sighed and leaned back, closing his eyes. Frodo's cock pulsed in response to Sam's touch.
Leaning over Frodo, Sam caressed Frodo's chest. Frodo sighed and Sam could feel his heart thumping. Sam had never dreamed of touching another man's erection before. Frodo's moans were filled with pleasure. Sam's hand slid slowly down Frodo's soft stomach, his cock pulsing under the water.
The water splashed against the sides of the tub as they moved. The water began to feel cool against their heated skin. Frodo felt Sam's hands carry him deeper into the water. He grabbed Sam's hips and pulled him tight against him. Their cocks pressed against each other and Frodo kissed Sam's neck.
Sam knew him so well. Their bodies fit together perfectly. There was nothing hidden between them anymore. He felt Sam's hard cock rubbing against his thigh. He reached out and caressed it, pulling Sam in closer and feeling it throb in his hand. Sam groaned and Frodo paused. They looked at each other for a moment. A little afraid, incredibly excited.
Sam's hands grasped Frodo behind his neck and on his hips, pulling him closer, his cock searching for entrance. Frodo felt it press into him, the throbbing head slowly penetrating him with gentle pressure. Sam held Frodo in his arms. His love felt like it was overflowing into every organ. He moaned and held his lover closer, his body urging for release. The tension built up but Frodo felt so good in his arms. His sighs of pleasure were like nothing Sam had ever heard were enchanting and electrifying. They breathed as one, unmasked. The bliss belonged to them.
Sam's hands rested on Frodo's chest, feeling his heart beat strongly against them. He could feel Frodo's ass against his erection, slowly relaxing against him. "Ahh, Frodo..." Sam whispered softly. "I love you," Frodo sighed, and Sam pulled him closer, kissing and licking his neck and cheeks. He grabbed a handful of Frodo's curly hair, pulling him down more onto his cock as it slid into him. The water in the bath tub surrounding them sent waves crashing over the edge. Sam thrust into Frodo, feeling his ass clenching and unclenching, responding to his movements. Their passion-filled breaths came out in sync as if in harmony.
Frodo's arms wrapped around Sam, holding him tightly. The intense emotions and pleasure flooded through his body as Sam's cock moved within him. He had never experienced anything like this with his dear friend. He felt Sam's hand in his hair and on his ass. With each exhale, Sam's cock sank deeper into him. "Oh Sam..." he moaned.
Sam's exhales became more intense and his breathing deepened. His ecstasy overwhelmed him, causing him to tighten his grip around Frodo and pulling him even closer. They shared lingering passionate kisses, breathing heavily. Their bodies began to relax, and Sam let out a sigh. Frodo brushed his hair back from his face and kissed him tenderly.
They rested on the side of the bath tub, looking at each other wrapt in a loving embrace. They both felt a little embarrassed but incredibly happy with what just took place.
"I didn't know anything could feel so good," Sam mused. "Sir, I never knew you..."
Frodo smiled, understanding the feeling. "It's amazing to be with you, Sam. I've never experienced anything like this, like you."
Sam blushed. "I don't know what came over me..." Frodo moved his hand to cover Sam's mouth and said, "It's okay, Sam. You can't help how you feel." He pushed Sam playfully and kissed his face several times. Sam laughed and rolled around. "We should probably get out of here," Sam said. "The water's all gone, and it looks like we made quite a mess."
Frodo stood up and wrapped a towel around them both. He went behind Sam and they dried themselves. They cleaned up the bathroom before descending the stairs.
"Come to bed with me, Sam," Frodo said, holding Sam's arm. "In my room?" "In the stables... yes, your room, of course," Sam responded, smiling.
As Sam followed Frodo, he realized his dream of being with Frodo was coming true. The love they shared could last for thousands of lifetimes. They smiled, crawled into bed, and pulled the covers around them. Under the blanket, they could feel each other's breath warm on their faces. They cuddled up to each other, holding each other close while sinking into the pillows.
"Your still hard," Sam whispered, caressing Frodo's shoulder.
"Sam..." Frodo nuzzled into Sam's neck, his lips finding other parts of him. "I... I feel so good." Sam stroked Frodo's cock softly and kissed his chest. His tongued traced a path towards his stomach. "Oh Sam," Frodo moaned, his sighs growing more ardent.
Sam nodded, feeling passion coursing through his being. He surrounded Frodo's cock in his mouth and sucked on it, feeling the heat of his body. His love for Frodo was endless. Frodo's cries jacketed the room as sam held onto Frodo's thighs. Sam continued to show his adoration for Frodo with each kiss and caress.
When their lovemaking ended, Frodo's breaths became normal again. "Sam..." he whispered, holding Sam's face in his hands. "There's something I need to tell you..." Sam's heart skipped a beat. Frodo's voice filled the room in the darkness.
"Sam, I'm overjoyed that we shared this time together, you and I. I've never known anyone like you. We've had many lifetimes together in a sense. But, Sam... I can't spend the rest of my life here in the Shire."
"Mr. Frodo..."
"Gandalf told me before we came here that the day after our arrival, he would be going to the White Shoals. He invited me to go with him," Frodo continued.
Sam's heart sank. "Mr. Frodo..."
Frodo leaned against Sam, his head resting on the larger man's chest. Tears threatened to spill as he wrestled with his emotions. "I love you, Sam. I didn't know how to tell you, and I couldn't make up my mind until I got back home."
"You're leaving?" Sam's quavering voice filled the quiet night in their bedroom.
"Dear Sam, I don't quite get it myself, but there's a restlessness, like a flicker of dark fire in my heart. I don't know if I can feel at home in the Shire anymore. Even my body feels foreign to me."
"I'll come with you, Frodo. Like always," Sam pleaded.
"My dear Sam, I just need you to watch over things here while I'm gone. I must seek the aid of the elven masters to help with my inner conflict. I can't continue without their wisdom." He kissed Sam's damp cheeks and gently touched his face.
"I understand, Frodo. I'll try my best to take care of Bag End while you're away."
"Thank you, dear friend. I'll depart in the morning, but my love for you won't change with the dawn. We'll always be together in our hearts."
They dozed off in each other's embrace. The weight of their memories and love pulled them into a sound sleep. Their aching muscles relaxed. Through the window, the crescent moon drifted away from them, leaving them alone together in their midnight sanctuary.
