Date: Sat, 22 Sep 2007 08:18:57 -0700 (PDT) From: Mark Adams Subject: Temptation of Adam - Chapter 10 Disclaimer ------------------------------------------------------------------------ This story is a work of fiction. It contains sexual content between underage and adult males which may be inappropriate or illegal where you live. I do not condone the actions or choices of the fictional characters contained within this story. If you are offended by this or if it is illegal where you live, please go no further. Why would you? ....But the Lord God called to the man, "Where are you?" Gen. 3:9 ....From the last chapter... "Thank you, precious Adam. For everything," I told him, and snuggled him close in my arms before kissing him lightly atop his precious little button nose. I looked past him, out the window into my glowing paradise beyond, and then back at the boy I'd found to share it all. I felt his chest rise and fall as I looked upon his smiling, sleeping face as I drifted into dreamland... Temptation of Adam - Chapter 10 ------------------------------------------------------------------------ I had been awake for quite some time Sunday morning before the sun rose, the time I would normally go to the gym. I thought about how ordered my life was, how 'perfect' it must have seemed to so many others, and how unfulfilled I was until I had met Adam. He had brought unexpected, unplanned joy to my life, and I felt so strongly for him that it seemed amusing to think I had only met him yesterday. I couldn't believe the events of the previous day, and I feared they couldn't continue. No, I knew they couldn't really continue. I had to return Adam to his mother eventually, of course. We both had school to finish up this month, so our special weekend was coming to an end. The prospect of a 'normal' life for a man my age and a boy was incomprehensible. Could I live an entirely secret life with Adam, and was that fair to him? A million thoughts went through my mind that morning, a mixture of good and bad, happy and sad. But I kept coming back to the sight of the precious gift lying beside me in my bed. Adam was, without a doubt, the most beautiful person I had ever seen, even when he slept. His mouth turned up at the corners in a peaceful smile, looking like someone pretending to be asleep. His arm was draped across the bedspread between us, holding his stuffed animal by the leg. In my bed... And he was also, without a doubt, the most interesting person I'd ever met-- adult or child. I wondered if the events of last night made me a pedophile, and although they almost certainly did, I couldn't seem to identify with the stereotype. I wondered how long I'd had these secret dreams, so secret they remained hidden even from myself. As I sifted through some of my childhood and youth, I had to admit these feeling did not begin with Adam... I thought about what we had done, and didn't even know how many laws I must have broken. I hoped I had not done any emotional damage. I had been conditioned to think that our actions had scarred him for life, but I just couldn't seem to believe that. From a purely selfish perspective, however, I had put absolutely everything at risk for one night of pleasure. With Adam... If any of this ever got out, I risked losing everything-- my home, my paradise, my family... my freedom. And I wondered if Adam would feel the same in the morning light, or if he felt the same way for me. Could he? I wondered about Adam's life and the events that had conspired to create such an incredible person, so intelligent at such a young age. What it had been like for him to grow up without a father, and caught between two cultures without fully being a part of either. And yet he seemed so well-balanced, much more so than those, such as myself, who had been given so many opportunities. Perhaps it was precisely that which had made him who he was. He had faced loss from before he could remember, and instead of souring on life, he chose to see opportunity and he was thankful for everything he received. He had a zest for living, even while living a life most would not choose. I also wondered what would become of him when his mother passed on, but that thought was just too much for me to consider. I knew how 'the system' treated children in Adam's situation, and the thought made me almost sick to my stomach. Someone like Adam would be destroyed in that environment. Or would he, again, find the best in life and thrive? "Good morning," Adam said softly, his high voice breaking me from my sad train of thought, and I looked over at him and smiled. I couldn't help but smile. He was wiping the sleep from his lovely eyes. "Good morning, buddy," I told him and scooted over to him and kissed him above his precious little ear, and then again on his permanently flushed and dimpled cheek. When I pulled back, he sat up and leaned over, returning the peck right on my lips. As he sat up, he noticed he was holding his little stuffed animal, and he pulled the monkey up onto his lap. "How did Georgie get in here?" he inquired. I suppose he'd probably named the monkey after Curious George. "I saw you put him in your bag," I admitted. "I thought you might wake up in a strange place and want him nearby." "Thanks, Mark," he said. "But your house is definitely not strange." He smiled sweetly, his lovely lips shining. "I'm not scared at your house." "I know," I told him reassuringly. "How did you sleep?" "Great," he said. He pulled the covers back, revealing his morning wood and again I was almost startled by its beauty, its perfection. "I need to pee," he announced, sliding off the bed, releasing George and grasping his wiener, holding it as he padded toward the bathroom. He reached back and rubbed his backside as he walked, and I shook my head, chuckling. I don't ever remember feeling that comfortable with my body, especially at that age. I got up and followed him into the bathroom to brush my teeth and, perhaps, to get a peek at him peeing. As I approached the sink and began brushing my teeth, I saw him standing at the toilet, and I noticed his posture, his belly pushed out in front of him as he aimed at the bowl, letting his semi-erect penis shrink. "Ahhhh..." he said as relief came. He shot me a mischievous grin, checking out my half hard cock, before returning to the business at hand. "Don't you pull back your foreskin when you pee?" I asked him, genuinely curious. "Sometimes," he mumbled. He was really intent on peeing. I moved back into the bedroom, and I could still hear his stream hitting the water. This boy had to go... I pulled on some shorts without underwear as I heard him flush and move over to the sink to wash his hands. When he returned from the bathroom, he stopped at the doorway and leaned against it. I admired his now-dangling dickie and his ample foreskin. The way his uncut penis hung, suspended outward, forward instead of just down, it reminded me of an elephant's trunk, or maybe an aardvark. The tip glistened, moist from his pee, and it wasn't all bunched up. I loved how it came to a point before making a little downward turn. Like him, it was adorable. "Are we getting dressed?" he asked, one hand rubbing his tummy's little six pack, while I put on a shirt. He seemed a little disappointed. I noticed his penis seemed surprisingly large on his body, and it was almost identical in length and shape to his thumb as he touched his sexy belly button... "Well," I said, "not if you don't want to, I guess. I just thought..." "Ok," he cut me off. He'd heard all he needed to hear, I presume. He went over to the bed and bent over the edge, exposing his suspended sac briefly as he reached across the bed for Curious George. He grabbed him up and headed out of my room, and I heard him calling for Casey. I exited the room a minute or two later, making a trip down the hall to check on Adam and I found him brushing his teeth in the guest bath in a pair of white briefs with giraffes covering them. This pair was constructed of a lighter fabric and looked a little tighter across his butt and package, and I just loved the way he filled both sides out. His briefs exposed a little cheek below the elastic of his leg band. Casey was sitting on the toilet watching our boy. "I thought you weren't going to get dressed," I asked him as he brushed, a little disappointed myself now. I rather liked the thought of him wandering around my house and yard without a stitch on. "Well I didn't want to be the only one naked," he said, chuckling. "Besides, I don't want your eyes to pop out," he added, laughing gently now and I laughed along with him. He looked so adorable with toothpaste all around his mouth. "Too late," I joked. "But I can't help it. You're just so... gorgeous." I grinned at him. "Thanks," he said very sincerely before spitting into the sink. He turned to me, toothpaste still spread across his lips. "Your body is amazing, too." He looked at me while still brushing and talking. "You really do look like a bodybuilder, Mark. I wouldn't wear anything at all if I looked like you." He turned to the sink and spit again after quickly glancing down toward my crotch. "Thank you," I told him. I thought it was somewhat ironic that I spent so much time working out but was uncontrollably attracted to a scrawny pup like Adam. I was nearly ashamed of my body in his presence. He rinsed his toothbrush and set it on the counter, wiped his mouth on the towel, and then stepped toward me with his arms raised up, the international sign for "Pick me up." I lifted him up from his armpits and, instead of just putting him on my hip, I kept lifting and raised his groin to face level and kissed his balls and penis on the Y front as he giggled and squirmed. I loved the feel of them through the brand new cotton. I set him down on the tile and bent over, kissing him on the top of his messy bed head. "Did you like what we did last night?" he asked, smiling. Like most boys, when he spoke of such things, his hand automatically moved to his baby bulge. I had been nervous about bringing the subject up, so I was pretty glad he had. "Did I like it?" I asked. "I loved it, Adam! Believe it or not, last night was my first time, and I'll always remember last night," I gushed. "Me, too," he said, "on both counts." He broke the eye contact and turn his attention to my swelling shorts, and his right thumb pushed into the fly of his briefs. He snaked his left hand up the leg of my shorts, feeling my smooth balls. For some reason, I'd never really grown much hair at all on my scrotum, so it was pretty smooth. By this point, I was fully erect and my cock pressed the fabric of my shorts out grotesquely. His hand moved up and he ran his fingers through my small bush. Having nothing to do with my hands, I reached my right hand out and ran it through his locks. "I didn't get to do anything to you last night," he said, his hand now wrapping around my shaft inside the shorts, slowly stroking me. His right hand left his taut bulge and moved up to squeeze my head through the cotton fabric. I looked at the scene going on below and it looked so incredibly hot. So naughty. Here was a ten year old boy molesting me in my own home. I noticed a spot of precum soaking through my shorts and onto his fingertips, and he did as well, looking up at me in surprise. "You know what semen is, right?" I asked. He nodded thoughtfully. "Sperms... right?" he asked, rubbing the stickiness on his fingers. "Yes, sperm," I agreed, gently correcting him. "So this is sperm?" he asked, bringing his fingers to his nose and sniffing like a puppy. His stroking of my cock had slowed to a standstill, but he was still latched on like a vice. "Right," I told him. "Sperm, or cum. Well, this is called *pre* cum. It just sort of leaks out when a man is very excited, like I am now." He thought about that, and after wiping his fingers on the side of his underwear, returned his hand to my head and resumed his stroking with his left hand. "But if you keep that up, you're going to make me shoot." I warned him. He glanced back up at me briefly, an excited look on his face. "May I see?" he asked, sounding very small but very excited. "Sure," I said, reaching to the waistband and sliding my shorts down my legs, exposing myself to my young charge. I stepped out of them. He stared intently at my cock, sticking up and pointing at his face. "Come on, let's go in the family room," I told him. I took him by the hand and led him to the family room and sat on the couch, taking off my shirt and feeling the cool leather on my back, butt, and legs. "Can you take off your undies so I can see yours?" He quickly slid his briefs down onto his thighs and I worshiped his little rod and silky scrotum. His balls were now pulled up tightly to his body. "Could you take them all the way off, please?" He pushed them all the way down and kicked them off his feet, and they went flying over my head! I loved how the muscles of his abdomen tapered down from his hips into a V at his groin. I lifted him onto my lap, facing me, our erections touching briefly. Being naked in my living room with Adam was heaven, my secret dreams brought to life. He reached with his right index finger and smeared the precum across my tip and my cock jumped. He giggled sweetly. "Cool," he said. Again, he rubbed the slippery substance between his thumb and first two fingers. I smeared my own fingers through my precum and brought them to my lips, sucking it off seductively. His eyes widened with intrigue as he watched. I guess I was hoping he would mimic my actions, and I was right. He slowly brought his finger tips to his mouth and stuck his tongue out, licking cautiously at his finger. His eyes looked off to the left and upward, as if pondering the taste. "Hmm," was all he said, returning his gaze to me, grinning naughtily. He returned his hand to my shaft and began stroking it again. "Tastes funny," he informed me. "But not bad, or anything..." "I loved seeing you tasting my cum," I told him, feeling stupid as I said it. "I can't make any, can I?" he asked ruefully. "Well not yet," I informed him. "But you will when you're older." "When?" he followed up. A natural question. "There's no way to know, Adam. God sets his own timetable for each boy." "When could you?" he asked, still stroking me gently, but a little faster. By now, my dick was making a soft, squishy noise Adam seemed to find terribly interesting, and I found it hilarious to be having such a serious conversation in the throes of my passion. "Ummm," I groaned. "Well, actually I was your age, but... but that's not normal." I moaned and leaned back into the couch, reaching my hand to his pee pee and fondling it, mostly playing with his foreskin. "Usually it happens somewhere around 12 or 13, I think." I reached around and pulled him toward me by his butt, and he slid closer into me. I left one hand on his tight ass, kneading it, and the other returned to his stem. I was obsessed with his little hood, and I pulled on it gently, seeing it stretch. He moaned now... "You really like my foreskin, huh?" he asked, now watching my ministrations on his dick. "I've never seen one before," I told him. "And yes, I really love your foreskin. It's beautiful..." Just thinking and talking about his little hood was pushing me toward the edge. "Adam," I warned. "I'm going to cum in a minute..." He got real serious and started to stroke me harder, all the way down and back up again, pulling the skin up over my head on the upstroke. I leaned forward a bit and ran my finger into his crack, rubbing at his anus. "Ahh..." he groaned as I touched one of of his most tender spots. I've never really considered anal sex very sexy, but as with many other things, my experiences with my little boy were giving me a new perspective. And he really seemed to enjoy being touched there. "Don't... stop," I panted, leaning back. He also leaned back to get a full view, just as my cum shot out of my cock, hanging in the air between us, landing on both our groins and stomachs. I squeezed my eyes shut as Adam continued to jack me, though slowing his pace. I opened my eyes again and saw he was pulling up on my shaft, making me my own foreskin, puddled with jism, his hand coated in my cum which was seeping between his fingers. His other hand was smearing the semen that had landed on his own cock and balls, massaging it in to his genitals. Cum covered my lower abs and soaked my sparse pubic hair. I reached out and held his soaking, stroking fist. "It gets sensitive," I panted, holding his slimy hand wrapped around my pulsing rod. He squeezed me gently as if to test that statement, and my cock jerked in his hand. "Uh..." He giggled. I looked into his angelic face, smiling. He seemed as pleased with himself as I was. "That," he said firmly, "was cool." "Stand up," I commanded, and he obeyed, awkwardly standing up on the shifting cushion in front of me and I assisted by placing my hands on his hips. I drew him to me, taking his sexy foreskin between my lips, nibbling as he cooed. I could smell his indescribable scent, mixed with my own seed. I nibbled gently on his hood for another moment, but Adam was trying to poke his lovely shaft into my mouth. I teased him a bit longer before taking his shaft in suddenly, sucking for all I was worth. I released one of his bony hips and reached down, fondling his sticky nuggets, then released him briefly from my mouth and reached up, pulling his foreskin back between my thumb and index finger. I pulled away to inspect my prize. I saw and felt his moist, baby blue-tinted head pulsing between my fingers. I slurped him back into my mouth, and he instinctively began fucking my face. I was still erect despite my recent ejaculation. Very, very erect. He held me by the back of my head, pounding away. I squeezed his ass hard, helping with the rhythm as I forced him between my lips. Eventually, his thrusts slowed until he stopped suddenly. A loud squeal emanated from somewhere deep inside him and I felt him, for the second time in less than 12 hours, orgasm in my mouth. He held the position, his dickie pressed into the back of my throat and I enjoyed the sensation of his cocklet pulsing in my throat. My prayers for a mouthful of Adam-essence remained unanswered, however, but I knew that would come in time. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I thought it was ironic that I should be getting ready for church at about this time, but was instead worshiping at the altar of Adam, fellating a prepubescent boy and praying for his seed... After about a minute, he eased out of my mouth, plopping back onto my lap, sighing. I rubbed his smiling cheek, noticing a little smear from my cum-soaked fingers. I ran my fingers through his mussed hair. He sat there, his chest heaving for another minute, before scooting off my lap and leaning forward, unexpectedly taking my shaft into both his small hands... and the head of my still hard, cum soaked cock into his mouth. He began swirling his tongue around my head, making a tight suction around the first two inches or so of my shaft when the doorbell rang... ------------------------------------------------------------------------ To be continued... ------------------------------------------------------------------------