Date: Fri, 14 Sep 2007 05:48:09 -0700 (PDT) From: Mark Adams Subject: Temptation of Adam - Chapter 6 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? .... then your eyes shall be opened, and ye shall be as gods, knowing good and evil. Gen. 3:5 ....From the last chapter... After we'd purchased his clothes, along with two pairs of shoes and 5 three-packs of 'fashion' underwear of every kind (I guess I had a new fetish), Adam insisted we go to the restroom at the front of the store to change into a pair of the new underwear. As he exited the stall, he threw his old underwear in the shopping bag and I took the bag. As we left the store, I threw his old jeans, shirt, and old shoes into the trash bin outside and then headed for my car. When he wasn't looking, I slipped the dirty underwear in my pocket. Temptation of Adam - Chapter 6 ------------------------------------------------------------------------ When we got back to my house, we entered through the laundry room and Casey was sitting up on the dryer. She must have heard us pulling in to the garage. "Hey girl," Adam said, lifting her up into his arms. "Strip," I told him as I dumped his laundry out onto the floor. "What? Here?" he asked. "Where else?" I asked. "Let's get those clothes off you and get you a shower. I was firming up a bit thinking about the prospect of seeing him naked. "Mark!" he squealed "What? You're suddenly shy?" I asked, teasing him a bit. He smiled nervously and started toying with the the hem of his new shirt. "Do you need some help?" That's me, always willing to lend a helping hand! Getting no answer, I reached down and started slowly lifting his shirt up and over his chest, trying to gauge his comfort level. He was blushing, but smiling, so I continued. I crouched down to his level and reached my shaking hands toward the button of his jeans. As I looked at his naked top, I once again admired his tiny pinkish nipples and his impressively defined abs. Adam put his hands on my shoulders to brace himself and I unfastened the button on his jeans. As I did so, the backs of my fingers felt some firmness behind the fly of his pants. Was he hard? Did I have a right to know? "Mark," he whispered, and I stopped undressing him, looking him in the eyes. "Y-yes?" I stammered. I was hoping and praying I hadn't made him uncomfortable. He was a few months shy of turning 11, and if my own history was any example, he was capable of sexual thoughts and feelings. They would be increasing full force until he was in his late teens, at least. Unless he were completely sheltered, he had to have some idea of what was going on. "I... I think my pee pee is... getting... hard," he said, almost just a breath. "So? It won't bother me," I lied. I was already hot and bothered. "Do you want to finish this up yourself?" I'm too nice for my own good sometimes. "Umm... well," he stuttered, "I'm just... warning you," he replied. I laughed nervously. "Ok. Thank you for the warning," I said, glancing down at my own lap, thankful my own erection was hidden by my position in front of him. I proceeded to slowly unzip his pants and I could see see his underwear had a green waistband. As I pulled the fly apart and downward just a bit, I could see he had chosen a pair of Incredible Hulk underwear. I smiled, thinking his choice may be a little wishful thinking. I, however, couldn't have cared less about his size. I think if he sported a tiny nubbin I still could have cum in my pants just undressing him. He shifted on his feet a bit as I slid the jeans down further and out popped his half-boner, encased in cotton, pressing at the Y front, enough that I could actually see flesh in the gap caused by his little tool but not being able to see any details. I pulled his jeans down past his thighs and his underoos were seriously tented and I could see him growing before my eyes. I was impressed. I'd heard the stereotypes of the 'horse-hung' Latinos, and little Adam was doing his part to keep this myth alive. He had to be over three inches, I guessed, and fairly thick. Adam said nothing, and I looked into his eyes again and saw he wore a nervous grin. I reached out and lifted his leg from behind and slipped his foot out of the pants and then did the same with his other leg. His penis was now fully erect and pointing upward, stretching the fabric of his Hulk undies into a tent. I paused and took a breath. "Should I continue?" I asked him quietly, looking at his face again. He nodded slowly. I didn't sense any fear or concern, just hesitation. I hooked my thumbs into his waistband and started easing his underwear down across his hips which pulled his little tool down a little, pointing accusingly at me. By this point, I could see the base of his little cock, and there wasn't a hair to be seen anywhere. He was as smooth as a baby. I pulled the front of his waistband so I wouldn't bend him uncomfortably, and out shot a beautiful, nearly four inch rod, almost as thick as my my thumb! It was pointing almost straight up. To my surprise, he was uncircumcised, and his stretched foreskin outlined perfectly his little knob and extended past his penis another eight of an inch of so. I couldn't see his head at all. His tummy poked out in front of him because of his posture, there was no fat on him anywhere. As I continued lowering his undies, his lovely scrotum appeared before my eyes, smooth as can be and, to my surprise, his balls were hanging in the sac instead of bunched up tightly against his body. I marveled at his well-defined thighs as his underwear made their final journey down his legs, and I let them drop at his feet. "I really need a shower," was Adam's only comment. He didn't try to cover himself, instead just sort of pinching the foreskin atop his wiener, sort of rubbing it between his fingers. I'd already taken more than I deserved, but I cupped his firm little rump in my hands and then lightly swatting his bum. "Go on then," I told him. "Get showered up and we'll go get something to eat, ok?" I gave him my friendliest smile, as if to say everything was good. He turned around and scampered around the corner and into the bathroom, his tiny butt wiggling as a walked. He hadn't closed to bathroom door and I could hear the water of the shower being turned on. I sat back onto my butt, propping myself against the door to the garage and adjusting my raging hardon. Ana's words came back to haunt me. "What if he asked you to cross that line?" she had asked. "Would you still be so strong?" ------------------------------------------------------------------------ To be continued... ------------------------------------------------------------------------ There you have it, folks. Chapter 6 moves us in the right direction, I hope. I will be out of town this weekend and wanted to get this short chapter out before leaving. Stay tuned for Chapter 7, coming next week...