Date: Sun, 22 Oct 2006 23:13:45 +0200 (CEST)
From: Kevin Jones <scousekid@fsmail.net>
Subject: Adam bacomes a slut - chapter 2 - gay adult friends

Thanks to all for the positive, and constructive comments. I hope I have
taken them on board, and that you all enjoy the next chapter.


I stood frozen outside the doorway to Sam's bedroom, cock hard in my pants,
fighting the feeling whether to go into the room or go back to my own
room. Do I tell Luke what I had heard? Half of me wanted to tell him, and
the other half wanted a secret of my own, something I knew about Sam that
Luke didn't. He would go fucking ballistic if he realised. You see, Luke
thinks his dad is an absolute angel, someone that can do no wrong, and even
when he does, it's ok. Unlike me of course -- I get the blame for everything
that I do wrong, even when it isn't entirely my fault. But I love Luke
though, don't I?

My train of thought was suddenly distracted as I backed away from the door,
and out walked Ben, the gardener. I thought I was imagining things, but he
walked towards me, doing up his zip, and as he approached me, he grabbed my
crotch, licked his lips, and whispered ""Join us next time if you want."
The old man loves it."

As I watched Ben disappear down the stairs and heard the front door slam
behind him, my mind raced. Then I thought, "what the hell" and walked up to
Sam's room. I turned the handle and peered inside. On the bed lay Sam,
bollock naked, lying on his stomach.  crept over to his bedside to
ascertain whether or not he was awake. The snoring that came from his mouth
confirmed that he was sound asleep. I studied his naked form, lying there
exposed for all to see, and thought of Luke. The thought passed as my gaze
wondered down Sam's body, and I noticed the spunk dripping from his arse.
His bollocks were visible and I noticed also that the cum had dribbled down
onto them. My mind was racing, but I thought that this was my chance for
cock on my terms. Instinctively, I leaned over, snaked out my tongue, and
started lapping away at the old man's hole. I licked at the jism leaking
from him, and moved by tongue down to his balls, savouring every drop. When
I could see that I had cleaned every last drop of spunk, I swirled it
around my mouth, and with a contented feeling, swallowed the lot. I was
highly tempted to stick my still throbbing cock in Sam's sloppy arsehole,
but I was a bottom, and wanted dick in my hole first.

I grabbed my crotch, and undid the zip to my jeans, releasing my meat,
which now felt harder than it had ever done before. I have a really tight
foreskin, and cannot normally pull it all the way back, but there was my
cock, larger than life, foreskin completely back. I put my hand around it,
jerked it a couple of times, and suddenly felt the spunk surging through my
pole. The jet that erupted was like something I had never experienced
before, spurt after spurt of thick juicy white spunk leapt from my cock,
all over Sam's back. I directed my last spurt onto Sam's arse crack, and as
soon as I was spent, I proceeded to lick every drop from his back and
crack, only this time, it tasted better, as I could still taste Ben's cum
mixed with my own.. Feeling really guilty now, I took one last lick at
Sam's arsehole, did myself up, and left his room. On the way back to my
bedroom, I noticed Luke all ready for his shower. My spent dick suddenly
sprang back to life, and I grabbed hold of his crotch and whispered, "how
about it lover, you and me in the shower."

"I'm in a rush, and not in the mood" was his reply, and as I walked into
the bedroom, I thought "fuck you, you'll be sorry for that. I know
something about your dad that you don't, and I intend to take it further."
What's more, I thought to myself, I'll be here next time Ben's over to do
the garden. With a new found confidence, I lay on the bed, put on my
favourite porno, and continued to whack myself off. Luke walked into the
room a few minutes later, caught me as I was cumming, called me something
like a disgusting whore (I wish) and suggested we take his dad to dinner
tonight. Scooping up a drop of my spunk, I sucked my finger, licked my
lips, and told Luke that that was the best idea I had heard all day. I
couldn't wait for dinner.

More to cum? This is only my 2nd chapter and my first attempt at writing a
story. Thanks for all the comments, constructive or otherwise, so far, and
feel free to let me know how the story's progressing.

Email: scousekid@fsmail.net