Date: Wed, 24 Aug 2011 15:31:56 -0400
From: Damon Ellison Ellison <damon9888@hotmail.com>
Subject: Exploring Adam 4

I really didn't know what was happening to me. It was as if my world, when
I was in my apartment with Adam, narrowed down to a single thought.
Cock. In all of my fantasizing and tentative experimentation, I had never
anticipated the hunger I would have, the constant desire to touch, stroke,
taste, and suck Adam's beautiful cock. It intoxicated me, and the feeling I
got when I made him helpless with pleasure was like nothing I'd ever
experienced. I loved the way he got hard in my hand or in my mouth, I loved
the suddenness with which his orgasm came upon him, I loved the ecstatic
way his hot seed exploded in my mouth when I sucked him.

All of which, I could tell, he more than reciprocated. He still bore a look
of stunned surprise when he undressed me or undid my pants, as if he could
not believe what was happening. I was pretty certain I looked the same way
... it was a shock to both of us, really, though for different reasons.



We did not go out that first night, but flaked out and ordered pizza. We
lounged on the couch watching movies, every so often interrupting our
viewing to make out, which led to oral or hand play, but without the
urgency of before. Instead, it was languorous ... lazy. We didn't bring
each other off, but just teased and tickled and stroked. For nearly an hour
I lay with my head in his naked lap, dividing my attention between the
television and his cock, idly running my tongue up and down the silky skin
of his shaft and kissing his flared head. Remembering something I had once
read, I focused my attention on the area just underneath the cockhead,
lazily running my tongue in circles while he made inarticulate noises of
pleasure.  Suddenly, he pulled my head off him, saying, "That's
exquisite. But I want to save myself for tonight after we go to bed."

"Why?" I asked mischievously, "What happens tonight?"

He didn't answer, but kissed me and traded positions with me on the
couch. We had changed earlier into pajama pants and tee shirts, and my
pants were already down around mid-thigh. My cock had gotten soft during
the time I had spent nuzzling his, but as he began to tongue my balls it
started to stir.

I don't even remember what movie we were watching. It had faded quickly to
mere background noise as the main attraction became the attention we paid
each other's cocks. I whimpered and squirmed as I felt the tip of his
tongue ticking my balls. Encouraged, he slid off the couch to kneel between
my legs. He looked up at me reprovingly. "Now, don't you go and cum on me
now," he said with mock severity. "I want to save up that lovely stuff for
later. This is just a warm up." I nodded, helpless, as he grasped my balls
caressingly and pulled my sack up so his tongue could tease the tender skin
underneath it.

"Holy shit, Adam," I gasped. "Are you SURE I'm your first?"

"Yeah. Of course. Why?"

"Because I've been having sex for over ten years, and no one has ever done
THAT."

"So it feels good?" he asked, and returned his tongue-tip to that
incredibly sensitive patch of skin.

I did not answer--could not answer--just moaned inarticulately.  Finally, I
managed to gasp out, "I guess my question is, how did you know to find that
spot?"

He smiled shyly. "I read a lot," he replied simply. "I was so desperate to
have sex but couldn't find someone. So I frustrated myself by reading about
what I could do and dreamed about finding someone to do it to."  As if for
emphasis, he flicked his tongue up the underside of my sack. "See, I could
do this for hours and have you helpless with pleasure, but you won't cum.
Not unless I help you along." And as his tongue squirmed against the
underside of my balls, he stroked my now rock-hard cock slowly, pausing at
the top to smear my precum around the head.

I don't know how long he did that for, but it felt like hours. It was the
most exquisite torture, and I wondered how, after a day of almost non-stop
sex and three orgasms, I could feel like I was blueballed.  Finally, I made
him stop ... not because I wanted him to, or because I was getting close to
cumming, but because I needed to visit this torture on him.

If anything, his reactions were more vocal than mine. He moaned and
squirmed, and every so often reached down to stroke his cock. I smacked his
hands away when he did that, but I was otherwise lost in his taste and
smell ... not unpleasant or funky at all. We had showered together after
our last session to wash all the cum and lube off ourselves, and so there
was still the faint smell of soap on him. But his natural fragrance,
slightly musky and salty, came through. His skin was soft, almost velvety
under my tongue.

I wanted to go deeper, and pushed his legs back so my tongue could reach
his asshole. I had been rimmed before and knew how delicious it felt ... I
wanted to do the same for Adam, and he moaned appreciatively as my tongue
tip found his sweet pucker. He draped his legs over my shoulders as my
tongue swirled around his anus, pulling my face in closer. Finally, after I
don't know how long, I withdrew and returned to licking his balls and
occasionally teasing his cock with my tongue ... though not a lot, as his
rod was so swollen with desire I feared one lick too many would cause him
to erupt ... and while that was certainly something I wanted him to do, I
didn't want him to do it yet.

Eventually, we ended up cuddled up on the couch, almost dozing, waiting for
the moment when we could call it a night and go to bed.  There was an
unspoken agreement there ... bedtime would be the next act in our drama,
and it was important not to rush it. We had just spent an extended
intermission teasing each other ... what came next would be far more urgent
and ardent and explosive. This we both knew without saying it.



When we finally did go to bed, he was shy again. Truth be told, so was I. I
had never shared my bed with a man ... we'd had all sorts of sex on it that
day, but the thought of falling asleep beside Adam was something new. We
undressed in the dark, sliding naked under the sheets and up against each
other's bodies. We were both already hard ... it was a thrill to feel his
cock slide against my thigh, and to embrace him lying down, under the
sheets, and to kiss him deeply in the dark room.

We made out slowly, lazily, each resisting the desire to reach down and
touch each other's cocks, but thrusting our hips against each other as our
kisses and caresses became more urgent.  Finally, I traced my fingertips
down his shaft, eliciting a shiver and a moan, and I whispered, "Do you
want to fuck me?" His cock twitched.

"Do you really want me to?" I could hear the need in his voice, but also
his concern.

"Yes," I replied, and rolled over to pick up the bottle of lube off the
floor.

"You ... you want me to use a condom?"

I hesitated. "You've never been with anyone?"

"No," he said. "You're my first."

I said nothing but squirted some KY onto my hand and rubbed it over the
length of his now-throbbing shaft.  "How do you want me?"

We were both somewhat hesitant ... it was new territory for both of us. "I
want to look at you," he said finally, so I obligingly rolled over on my
back. I could feel my entire body trembling with want and fear, and my
heart thudded painfully in my chest. He climbed on top of me, pushing my
legs back, finding my hole with his hand and aiming the slicked-up head of
his cock at it.

"Tell me if you want me to stop," he whispered.

"OK," I said, "but I want you to start, first."

He laughed nervously and I felt his cockhead press against my hole. He
pushed, and for a brief moment I had to bite my lips to keep from crying
out in pain. He was well lubed, though, and after a moment I felt the head
pop past my sphincter.

"You OK?" he aked.

"Slowly," I said through gritted teeth.

He obliged, easing himself forward a little bit at a time, pausing when I
grunted in pain. Finally he slid himself home and I felt his balls resting
against my crack. I exhaled, thinking that perhaps this had been a
mistake. The pain had dulled somewhat, but was replaced by a not-pleasant
sensation of being filled. I felt constipated, and it was only the
squirming of Adam's tongue against my neck and his ragged breathing that
kept me from stopping this experiment right there. He was breathless with
excitement and desire, and I wanted, yet again, to see his face as he came
in a sudden, ecstatic explosion. I could deal with the discomfort.

But then he slid his cock back a few inches, and the world changed. The
feeling was indescribable ... on his downstroke, it was as if all of the
sensitive nerves in my ass came to life, and a tremor ran through my body.

"Oh," I said. "Fuck. Yes."

He looked up from where he'd been nuzzling my neck, a smile on his
face. "Does that feel good? Do you like that?"

He slid out slowly a little further, and then thrust into me again. My
cock, which had softened, suddenly sprang back to hardness as the delicious
sensation redoubled. "Fuck yes. Oh Christ." He fucked me slowly again,
corkscrewing his hips slightly, and I raised my legs to clutch his
hips. "Yes. Fuck me."

Again, the words seemed to run through him like electricity.  More
confident now, he started to fuck me in long, slow strokes that had me
gasping in pleasure. Each time he plunged into me my cock twitched and felt
as though it might actually cum without me touching it. "Fuck me," I said
again, into his ear, and by his breathing I could tell that he was getting
close. I didn't want these sensations to end, but I also didn't want to
overdo it my first time. And I knew that he would be hard again in fifteen
minutes. "Fuck me," I said more urgently. "Fuck me with that sweet cock of
yours."

"Oh, fuck," he said in a strangled voice. "I'm close, I'm fucking close."

"Good," I whispered. "Fuck me. Cum inside me. I want to feel you cum."

He moaned and stiffened, and I felt his cock swell and pulse as he came. I
squeezed my legs around him, pulling him deep inside me, and he kissed me
deeply, his tongue hungry in my mouth. When he finally pulled out and
collapsed beside me, he said. "Holy shit. That was incredible." Looking at
me shyly, he asked, "Was that good for you?"

"Amazing," I said. "Unexpectedly so. I never imagined it would feel that
good."

"Good." He ran his hand over my still-hard cock, circling his fingers
around its base and giving me a few lazy strokes. "It seems you have
something you need to take care of here."

"Indeed," I said, kissing him. "I was hoping you might be of assistance."

"Perhaps. You want my hand or my mouth?" He paused for a moment. "Or do you
want to fuck me?"

"Do you want me to fuck you?"

"Oh god, more than anything," he whispered. "Being inside you was
... unreal. I want you inside me now."

Oddly, in all my homoerotic fantasies I had never fantasized about fucking
a man. Sucking him off, yes. Being fucked, yes. But now, running my hands
down Adam's back and over his ass, I realized what a perfect ass he
had--a young, tight one, perfectly shaped, and suddenly I was overcome by
desire.

"OK," I said thickly, and reached for the lube. He snatched it out of my
hand, and squirted it on my cock. He slathered it over my shaft lovingly,
to the point where I had to pull his hands away. "Careful," I said.  "You
don't want to make me cum yet."

He chuckled in a way that seemed to suggest he was happy to make me cum
whenever, but he obligingly rolled over on his back and lifted his legs for
me. I lay on top of him, kissing him, and running the slick head of my cock
up his crack until it rested on his anus. "Ready?" I asked.

"You have no idea."

He grimaced as I pushed, exhaling in relief when the head popped in. I
slowly, slowly worked my way in. He was hissing in pain, but it was hard
for me to hold back ... the feel of his tight ass gripping my cock was
nearly delirious, and it was all I could do not to start thrusting away
with abandon. But then, I chided myself, I might be new to this but not to
fucking ...  Once his face relaxed and I saw pleasure on his face, I fucked
him slowly and deliberately, moving my hips elliptically, pausing at the
top of my stroke before sliding home again. He felt exquisite, and soon he
started to gasp and moan and whimper as I fucked him more strongly. His
cock, which had gone soft after fucking me, was hard again. As I thrust in
and out of him it bounced appealingly on his belly, and I reached down to
stroke him as I fucked him.

His legs came up and gripped my hips and his fingernails raked across my
back. "Oh fuck. Fuck yes. Fuck me ... fuck me hard. Fuck my sweet ass," he
whimpered, and the words had the same effect on me as mine on him. I leaned
forward and whispered in his ear, "Yes, you have a fucking sweet ass.
You're exquisite. You like my cock in you?"

"Oh, fuck yes," he moaned. "Fuck me harder."

I obliged, managing somehow to stroke his cock as I did. He was fully hard
again, and again I marveled at the eagerness of his young cock.  He started
to gasp, and I felt his cock twitch in my hand and suddenly it was hot and
slick with his cum as he fountained up between our sweaty bodies.  Feeling
him cum put me over the edge, and I gasped in his ear, "Fuck. Fuck. I'm
cumming."

"Yes!" he moaned back ecstatically. "Cum in me. Fucking cum in me."

I cried out as I came, pressing my body against his, feeling his semen
sticky and sweet on our skin. ""Oh, yes," he purred as I gasped into his
collarbone. "Oh, yes. Good. God, I love making you cum."

"Me too," I said feelingly, and slid my softening cock out of him. He
gasped again and moaned when my cock popped out.

"We need to do that again," he sighed.

"Oh, we will," I promised, feeling the exquisite ache in my own ass, and my
sphincter clenched in pleasure at the thought of him fucking me again.

We lay like that for a few minutes, and he finally murmured, "Do you want
to take a shower?"

"Yes," I replied, realizing that we were both soaked with sweat and sticky
with cum, and the funky smell of ass was on our cocks. But I was also
excited about showering with Adam again: that afternoon had been lovely,
soaping each other up and pressing our slick bodies against each other.  We
hadn't had sex, exactly, just teased each other. But now as we stepped into
the steaming water, I wanted to make better use of the soap and water and
heat.


I was hard very quickly, even before we stepped past the shower curtain,
thinking of what I wanted to do.  Adam turned to face me as soon as the
water cascaded over us, running his hands up my back and kissing me. I took
the soap and dropped my hands to his cock, stroking him with it, eliciting
moans of pleasure. I dipped my head to his chest and sucked at his
nipples. His cock was soon positively throbbing, almost seeming to strain
at the limits of his skin as I continued to stroke it with my soapy
hands. He took the bar of soap from me and reciprocated. His hands were
exquisite. The one thing I had never before and have never since
experienced was a woman with hands strong enough to deliver a handjob that
good ... even when I asked for them to squeeze harder or stroke faster,
they were either too timid to do it or their hands weren't strong enough.

Adam's hands were confident and firm. And they made my cock so hard I
almost couldn't stand it.

But I didn't want to cum in his hands there in the shower. I had something
else in mind. Reaching up with both my hands, I placed them on either side
of his head and kissed him hard. He responded ardently, his hands roving up
my back to pull me close as our hard cocks clashed like a parody of a
swordfight. Playfully, he swung his hips back and forth and our
soap-slicked rods slid over each other deliciously. But still, I wanted
something else.  Sinking my hands into his hair, I pulled his head back and
whispered in his ear, "I want to fuck you now." He shuddered and
moaned. "Do you want me to fuck you?"

"Fuck yes."

"Tell me."

"I want you to fuck me."

"Hard?"

"Yes. Hard. And fast."

Taking him by the shoulders, I turned him around and, placing my hand at
the nape of his neck, bent him over so he was braced against the wall of
the shower. The water, hot and needle-like, bounced off his back, ruddying
the pale skin where it struck him. I could hear him panting , his breathing
fast and ragged, as I re-soaped my cock and rested its head against his
asshole. I leaned forward to whisper in his ear over the sound of the
falling water, "Do you want my cock in you?"

He whimpered. "Oh, fuck yes. I want it. I want it now. I need your fucking
cock."

I slowly slid myself into his hole, earning a moan of pleasure and desire
from my lover. I entered him as slowly as I could manage, drawing out the
sensation. His moan became a sort of keening cry of want as I buried myself
in him up to the hilt, my hand on his shoulder pulling him back down on
me. As hot as the shower was, he was hotter; my cock felt as if I had slid
it into an exquisite, tight, slippery furnace, and it was all I could do to
proceed to fuck him slowly. I kept one hand on his shoulder and one on his
hip, bringing him down again and again to rest his ass on my hips. He
started to cry out in pleasure as I fucked him, and speak nearly
incoherent, broken phrases of desire.

"Oh fuck. Yes ... fuck me ... with ... hard ... oh fuck. Fuck. Fuck me
... hard. Your cock. So hard. So ... oh, Christ. Fuck yes."

I slid the hand on his hip around to find his cock, which was as hard as I
had left it, its skin impossibly taut, the head flared and swollen, and I
started to run my fingernails up and down the underside of his shaft. His
hips started to buck, caught between the pleasure of my cock in his ass and
my fingers on his rod, and his whole body began to shudder.

"Oh. Fuck. Yes. Now. Yes. Fuck me. Hard. Now. Yes. There.  Right there
... right there ... right there ... yes."

I could feel myself getting close, so I thrust into him harder and grasped
his wet cock in my hand. When I came I cried out myself, thrusting deep
into him, holding my pulsing cock inside him, and he pressed back against
me with a matching wail of ecstasy. His cock began to twitch in my hand
and, hotter than the water falling over us, his cum spurted over my fingers
and my palm.

I don't remember much after that. I had never felt such a moment of
ecstasy, and Adam would later avow the same. We must have toweled each
other off and crawled naked back into bed, where he snuggled into my arms.
The last thing I remember was, in spite of my earlier vow to not let him
sleep, drifting off into an exhausted, contented, delirious slumber.

... TO BE CONTINUED

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