Philip's hands grasp his hair.

"Oh Sam...that feels soooo gooood!," groaned Philip from above.

He took a quick breath of air then renewed his efforts to take every inch of the steely shaft into his steamy mouth. Too soon, Philip pulled him off that tasty cock and up on his feet. Then in another swift move, Philip gathered Sam up into his arms and carried him into the bedroom. Philip pitched him into bed as if he was weightless. He sank back into the pillows as Philip climbed on top of him and smothered him with another kiss and the full expanse of his muscled frame. Sam's hands roved all over Philip's incredibly hard body from his rippling back to his full, firm ass. Their moans rose in rhythmic tandem as they ground against each other. Philip took Sam's cock in hand and stroked it at a torturously slow yet blissful pace, then turned all the way around so that his thick thighs now hovered over Sam's head. Sam saw Philip's cock wave in his face for just an instant before it speared down his waiting lips. As he savored the copious precum oozing out of Philip's tool, Sam felt Philip suck his own swollen organ. He pumped his hips up to meet Philip's devouring lips as Philip began fucking his hungry mouth. He could feel Philip's tongue swirling over the head of his cock, down the shaft, and his lips clamping down the base. Sam tried to mimic Philip's movements by valiantly trying to swallow that monster dick shoving its way down his throat. He pulled Philip's firm butt down so that he could take more. But the pleasure was too good that it began to peak. Philip began to pump his cock faster and faster into Sam's mouth. The cock in Sam’s mouth stifled his cry of ecstasy as he began shooting cum into Philip's lips. In the next instant, Philip's cock convulsed within his mouth unleashing a torrent of delicious come down his throat.
Sam nibbled lightly at Philip's shoulder, noticing a small scar. He then leaned against Philip's chest with a contented purr. Wrapped in those big, strong arms, Sam felt safe, even at home, for the first time in a long while. But Sam had to face certain realities sooner rather than later. He sat up and looked at Philip, "I can't tell you how amazing that was. And how much I'm enjoying your company but I do need to tell you...there's another reason why I'm here..."

Philip didn't give him a chance to continue. "You're here because of the Box of Answers."

Sam was nonplussed. "How?" When no answer seemed forthcoming, he said, "Since this morning I haven't been able to shake this feeling that we've met before. Then, I find out that the Dinsmoore journal once belonged to you. Now, you're saying you know I'm looking for the Box?"

Finally, Philip spoke, "I knew sooner or later that you would come. I recognized you the moment I saw you down the hall today."

"But how do I know you?" Sam said in low voice, trying to read Philip's eyes. "Are you... John Dinsmoore?"

He expected laughter, maybe shock, or even outrage at such a patently preposterous idea. Instead Philip stared back at him and half whispered gravely, "No. You are."

His mouth was open but he seemed incapable of emitting any sound, in fact he seemed incapable of comprehending what it was Philip was telling him.

Philip pulled him closer. "This may be difficult