Date: Mon, 22 Aug 2011 06:05:50 -0400
From: Damon Ellison Ellison <damon9888@hotmail.com>
Subject: Exploring Adam 2

We lay on the floor like that for a long time, just kissing each other
gently. I had my hand on his hard cock, just stroking it lightly.  "You're
not going to still make me sleep on the futon, are you?" Adam whispered,
and I shook my head. "Then can I see where I will sleep?"

He had only pulled my pants down as far as my knees, so I shucked them the
rest of the way off, along with my socks, and led him into the bedroom. The
sight of his hard, pert cock bouncing as he walked was intoxicating, and I
didn't wait to get him into my bed, but dropped to my knees just inside the
door and slid him into my mouth. He gasped, and then moaned as I sucked
him, bringing my hand up to tease his balls as I did. He was delicious. In
all my bi-curious fantasies, I never imagined a cock would feel that good
in my mouth, that it would be so arousing to give another man the kind of
pleasure I was giving Adam. I became feverish in my need, slurping loudly
and bobbing my head at an increasingly frantic pace. He started breathing
hard, and finally reached down to pull me off his cock. "Oh god, stop. I
don't want to cum again yet. Fuck, you're incredible."

He pulled me to my feet and shoved me onto the bed. Lying beside me, he ran
his hand down my chest and over my half-hard cock, lightly running his
fingers up and down my shaft while he kissed me deeply. "Oh, that's nice,"
he murmured as he felt it getting hard in his hand, and his grip tightened
around it. I reached over and grasped his hard cock, wet and slippery from
my mouth a moment ago. It felt so good. I squeezed it and felt it throb,
and slowly began to stroke it. We lay like that for several long moments,
kissing, stroking each other's cocks. I leaned down and lightly grazed his
nipple with my tongue, and was rewarded with a gasp. "Fuck," he whispered.
Encouraged, I teased the little pink bud on his chest until it was hard,
and then nipped lightly with my teeth. I knew how much I loved to have my
nipples teased and sucked ... I was glad it had the same effect on Adam.
"Oh, god," he moaned. "Stop, you're going to make me cum if you keep doing
that." I smiled and continued to lick and suck. "Good," I replied. "That's
the idea. I want to feel you cum in my hand."

He stopped me then, pushing me back so he could look at me in wonder. "I
can't believe this is happening," he said. "I've wanted you for so long. I
never thought you'd like me like this. When Doug said I could stay with
you, I jerked off every night thinking of you. I can't believe I'm lying
here with your hand on my cock."

I hadn't thought much since kissing him back ... it had all been such a
rush, I felt like I'd been carried along by an inexorable current.  But
now, lying naked beside this beautiful young man, it felt so right and so
inevitable. All of my tentative bi-curious fantasies seemed to culminate at
this moment; all of my nervous reluctance of before was gone. My world was
centered on the cock in my hand. All I wanted to do was make Adam gasp and
moan again, to make him helpless with pleasure. And my own cock, hard
again, insistent in his hand, wanted the same. I wanted to feel his mouth
on it again, I wanted to cum in his mouth again and taste myself on his
lips when I kissed him. I wanted him to cum in my mouth, in my hand, on my
chest, on my face. I wanted to feel his cock throb and spurt, to feel him
shudder in helpless pleasure as it did. Did I want to fuck him? I wasn't
yet sure. But as I lay there, feeling desire build in me, I became
increasingly certain I wanted him to fuck me.

He saw my eyes go introspective as all that ran through my head, and he
asked in a worried voice, "You OK? You're not starting to regret this, are
you?"

In answer, I kissed him, and said, my voice ragged, "No, I don't regret
this. At all. I can't believe I'm lying here either. All I know is that I
want to make you feel good. I want to make you cum again."

He smiled, and kissed me. "Then do it," he whispered. "It won't take long,
I'm afraid. I'm pretty close." I ducked my head to his chest again and ran
my tongue around and over his nipple until it was hard. I slowly stroked
his cock, and he lay back, closing his eyes. He moaned. "Oh, fuck. Yes.
Right there." I ran my thumb up over his glans, smearing the precum over
the head of his cock and running my thumb in circles around it. I looked at
it in fascination as I did—it seemed huge, and engorged, flushed red. I
could feel his cock throb in my hand. Part of me wanted to suck it again,
but there would be time for that later. Now, it was all about how he felt
in my hand.

I kept licking his nipple, every few moments biting it lightly to tease out
a gasp from my lover. I started to stroke him again, slowly, loving the way
his hips squirmed against the sheets and pressed up against the pressure of
my hand. I could feel him getting close, so I backed off the tempo until he
subsided. Then I stroked him hard again. Taking my mouth away from his
nipple, I put it to his ear and whispered, "Your cock is beautiful. It is
perfect. I love how it feels in my hand. I love how it tastes.  I want to
suck you again later, feel you cum in my mouth."

"Oh, fuck," he whimpered. I smiled and said, "That too. I want you to fuck
me." Pressing my mouth against his ear, licking the lobe lightly, I
repeated, "I want you to FUCK me."

Hearing that put him over the edge as I wanted it to. He gasped in ecstasy,
and I slid my hand up over the head of his cock so I could feel him spurt
against my palm.

It's weird—no one ever tells you how hot cum is, when it spurts from a
cock into your hand or mouth. You'd think after a lifetime of jerking off
I'd have noticed with my own, but it's not the same thing. Adam came into
my hand, and it felt like it had just come from a kettle. Hot and sticky.
And delicious. He moaned and gasped as he came, his body tensing, his legs
quivering, and he shot into my hand. He collapsed back on the pillow,
breathless, and I smeared his juices over his softening cock, pausing to
lift my hand to my mouth and taste him again. When his eyes opened I leaned
down and kissed him, and he kissed me back hungrily. "My god," he said.
"That felt incredible."

"For me too."

His hand, still trembling, closed around my hard shaft.  Feeling him cum in
my hand had made me feverous with desire. It was like a dam had broken: all
those times I had jerked off to the memory of sucking my online
acquaintance's cock (I never thought about the little, pissy guy), I felt
vague regret at not having done more. I remembered the feel of his cock as
it got hard in my mouth and hands, its texture and smell, the exciting way
it got so big near the head just before he came. I imaged what it would
have felt like to have him cum in my mouth; what it would have looked like
to watch him shoot; I fantasized about 69ing, about giving him a deluxe
handjob with lube, of rubbing our cocks together until we both came. But it
had all been in the realm of fantasy—I never had the balls to try and
meet someone new who might want to explore.

But now there was Adam, and as his hand tightened on my throbbing cock, I
thought to myself, I can do all that now. With him. With his cock.

Part of me gave a little pang of concern ... he had obviously had a crush
on me for a long, long time; he was gay; I wasn't gay, though by now I was
pretty certain I was bi, and the thought of being in a relationship with a
man was still beyond the pale for me. And ... oh, fuck, what would I tell
Doug?

But then Adam's tempo increased and his tongue found my nipple, and all
that worry fell away as my world narrowed to those two ecstatic spots of
pleasure. He kissed me and, with a wicked smile, slid down so that his face
was level with my cock. I felt his tongue snake out of his mouth and tease
the swollen head, licking up my piss slit and running over the skin just
south of the glans. I started to moan in earnest. "You're so fucking hard,"
he said, with something like wonder in his voice. I moaned in response. I
was somewhere beyond pleasure at that point, my whole being focused on the
feel of his hand and his tongue. He took the head in his mouth as he
continued to stroke, and the feel of his tongue squirming against my
swollen knob of flesh put me over the edge. I came in what felt like
massive explosion, and Adam moaned appreciatively around my cock as he
swallowed, sliding his hot mouth down over my shaft and sucking hard,
eagerly draining me of every drop I had.

He pulled himself up and lay on top of me, murmuring in my ear, "I love the
taste of your cum."

I kissed him. "Yours too," I whispered back.

I glanced up at the clock on the wall, amazed to see that it had only been
an hour and a half since Adam walked into my apartment. An hour and a half
to change my world ... and there were still three days that he would be
staying with me. Spent though it was, my cock twitched at the thought of
all that we would do over the next seventy-two hours.

He felt the twitch against his thigh and chuckled. "Ready again? Already?"

"Not quite," I replied. "But soon. Though at some point I suppose I should
give you a tour of campus like I promised."

"Plenty of time for that," he said thickly, and I could feel his cock
getting hard against my stomach.

"Ah, youth," I said appreciatively, and reached down to encourage that
beautiful organ to full mast. "Really, if you've seen one campus, you've
seen them all."

... TO BE CONTINUED

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