Date: Mon, 28 Aug 2006 07:18:02 EDT
From: MvpmanSE@aol.com
Subject: Adam's Awakening -- Part One

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Adam's Awakening  -- PART I
By
Tripper "Trip" Clarke


"Fuckin' bitch!"  Adam growled as he slammed the door from the garage into
the house.  He'd come home early from yet another frustrating date with
Julie, the hottest cheerleader he'd been dating for the last month.  At
first he thought it was a real conquest.  After all, she'd been dating
Tony, the all-star quarterback hunk for the past three years.  Adam knew
Tony's reputation for being a first class cocks man and pussy hound, and
he'd seen Tony's stud package in the locker room enough to make his own big
dick quiver.  So, he just figured that Tony was banging the hell out of
Julie's sweet twat.  Wrong!  The bitch was a fucking ice-queen who let him
feel her up on their second date and even massaged his crotch at the movies
and under the blanket when they watched videos at her house.  But that's as
far as it went.  He got his hand into her thong panties once and diddled
her clit hoping to excite her.  Her cunt was as dry as the Mojave.  No
excitement there.

"She can take her gold-lined, icy cunt and go to Siberia where she
belongs," Adam mumbled to himself as he searched the fridge for an ice-cold
beer to take the edge off his foul mood and the ache in his balls.  His
thick eight inch peter was throbbing and dripping with a need for real
relief.  He'd held off jacking for two days in anticipation of this big
homecoming date with the ice queen, hoping a sure victory on the field
would open her up for some excitement in her playing field.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!!!

"Whoa, partner," Jake Hausman, Adam's dad barked as he came into the
kitchen.  "What's all this language about?  Even if there are no ladies
around, that's no way to act."  Adam's mom was living in another city after
taking a high-power job.  Adam didn't want to change schools his senior
year, and his dad didn't want to leave his solid position as the head coach
of the state college football and rugby teams.  Besides, it's not like
Adam's parents actually minded being apart.  For several years, theirs had
been a marriage of convenience mostly for Adam and his older brother,
Will's sake.  With Will off at college, their focus had been Adam who
wondered why his parents even slept in the same room they were coolly
polite and played the roles, but there was clearly no passion or romance.
Adam and Will had talked about it some and wondered what had caused what
they referred to as "The Big Chill."

"Sorry, Dad, I didn't know you were home.  I thought this was your poker
night."

"Dave got caught in the squat by his bitch wife when he didn't get his
honeydew list done.  So Seth, Coach Sills and I just had a few beers, and
called it a night.  Anyway, what's got your shorts in such a knot?"

"Dave isn't the only one with woman problems.  Julie and I had a big fight
after the game.  It's over with us.  O-V-E-R, over!"

"Damn, son, what's that all about?"  Jake asked.

"Oh, I dunno," Adam mumbled, "We just see some things different, I guess."
Adam reached unconsciously to his bulging, aching crotch as he chugged on
the beer.  Jake was a cool dad and didn't chastise his younger son for
grabbing a beer now and then, as long as he did it at home, and didn't
drive.  Tonight, Jake sensed that what was eating at his son was more than
"seeing things differently".  Jake could clearly see from his son's ample
bulge just what those differences might be.

"You know, son, women don't see sex the way us men do."

"Who said anything about sex?"  Adam retorted with a blush and another tug
at his crotch.

"From the looks of that boner inside your pants, I don't think there's any
question about it!" Jake observed with a grin mixed with both pride and
empathy.

"Oh, that," Adam noted.

"Yeah, THAT!"  Jake said as he made an adjustment in his own endowment
tucked into his jock strap underneath his loose gym shorts.  Jake Hausman
knew all too well the downsides of being well equipped.  His thick uncut
manhood was almost 10" long and 7" around and had a mind of its own.  His
friends called him "Hossman" instead of Hausman for obvious reasons.
"Looks like you've inherited both the blessing and curse of a big dick from
your dad, son.  Ain't nothing wrong with that.  But don't expect many women
to adore it nearly as much as you do, or admire it like I'm sure your buds
do."

"Damn, dad, that's embarrassing.  I don't think my friends admire my dick!
That's queer."

"The hell you say!  My friends always enjoyed getting naked with me.  Still
do.  And, don't tell me you haven't been called Hoss, Jr. around the locker
room.  Coach Sills tells me you and Tony Derillo have at least 2 or more
inches on your other teammates. And, he says you sport it around like it
was the hottest rod since Adam.  I mean the original Adam," Jake mused.

"Holy Shit, Dad!  You mean you and Coach talk about our dicks?"

"Hell yeah!  And your hot jock asses too.  I mean guys talk.  And Coach and
I aren't so old that we can't enjoy some jock eye-candy from you younger
studlings."  Jake's dick was beginning to stir thinking about Hank Sills'
nice package and terrific ass.  He could still taste Hank's sweet & salty
cum on his lips from their hot man to man session earlier in the evening.
If "pussy-whipped" Dave had shown up they'd still be rolling naked in
Hank's bed with Dave and Mark right with them.  Their weekly "poker games"
was more about poking than about winning with an inside straight.  Jake had
to smile at his own pun.  Nothing that straight about those four amigos.
They'd been enjoying each other for years.  When Darla, Adam's mother
caught wind of it from Dave's fat ass bitch of a wife and confronted Jake
with it, their sex life went from sometimes to never again.

"Dad, what are you saying?  You mean you and Coach like to look at guys'
asses?"

"Why not?  You think you're the only guy who enjoys the power of a nice
manly body?"

"What the fuck?  I don't go queer for guys' asses...or dicks either."

"Now don't get your nose out of joint, or your dick either.  I've seen the
way you, Tony, and Brian horse around in the pool, pull each other's trunks
down, and hump each other pretending you're wrestling.  And, I've seen your
peckers hard under your wets trunks when you get out of the pool.  Besides,
Will and I talked all about this years ago.  I figured he'd told you all
about it."

Adam turned beet red remembering how he and his older brother had messed
around all those years from the time Adam was 12 until Will went to
college.  And still did when Will came home.  Adam loved his older studly
brother, and was happy to say --- just as Will had assured him during his
pre-adolescent preoccupation -- his dick size currently surpassed his
brother's thick 8.5 incher.  And, he secretly fantasized about having a
dick like his dad's horse cock.

"Why?  What should Will have told me?"

"Son, it's time we talked," Jake said as he put his arms around his
handsome son, pressing his rigid dad dick into his son's aching crotch.

Jake grabbed two more beers from the fridge, and handed one to his son.

"Let's go into the den where we can be more comfortable," Jake took his
addled son by his broad shoulders and nudged him towards the doorway
leading to the Hausman's den.  Adam had felt his dad's stiff dick pressing
into his when his dad hugged him.  An electric shock shot through is body
and right to his steel hard cock, down into his balls and to his jock ass
in an instant.  Adam was both confused and extremely aroused.  His
admiration for his dad and his awesome body had often filled Adam's mind
when we thought about sex.  Dad was right, he thought to himself.  He, and
Tony and Brian did mess around some, and as preteens had jo'd together on
camping trips and once in the Hausman basement.  That's when Will had come
in on the trio as they sat around the game room tugging on their peckers
and seeing who would shoot a load first.  Tony won that day.  It the first
time Adam and Brian had seen a guy cum.  Tony bragged about busting his nut
before them, but they didn't believe him until that day.  Just as Tony was
spewing out about 8 thick ropes of teen cream, Will had walked in.  He just
fell in the floor laughing leaving the three musketeers red-faced with
their withering dicks hanging out.  Will was cool about it and later talked
with Adam telling him it was okay if guys did that with each other.  That
was the first time Will had shown his package to his younger brother, and
the first time Adam had touched a "man dick" as Will had referred to his
maturing member.

This all flashed through Adam's mind -- and shorts -- as his dad led the
way into the den and sat Adam down on the sofa and just stared at the floor
as if he'd been stunned with a laser gun.

Jake pulled the leather ottoman and positioned himself directly facing his
son.  He took Adams face in his big hands and lifted it up.  Looking
lovingly into his son's green eyes, he said, "Son, you know I love you,
right.  No, wait, love is not the right word.  You know I adore you, don't
you?"

"Geez, Dad.  Sure, I know you love me and Will too.  You're the greatest
dad, a boy could have."

"No longer a boy, son.  A man."  Jake said as he gave Adam's crotch a nice
squeeze.

"DAAD! "  Adam squealed, but a part of him inwardly groaned at the
electrifying touch of his dad's hand.

"Look, Adam.  There's something I need to tell you.  Actually, we should
have had this conversation a long time ago, but I just assumed that Will
had told you all about it, and you didn't want to hear anymore from me."

"Tell me what, Dad?"  Adam asked with a puzzled and startled look on his
face.

"So, you don't know about what happened with Will?"

"What are you talking about, Dad?  This whole thing is feeling too crazy
for me.  Must be the beer.  I should go to bed."  Adam wanted to get away
and to bed for more reasons than one.  He realized that the whole time his
dad was talking, Adam had been staring at his dad's crotch.  He saw that
big tube of a cock curled up and stuff into a jock strap along with Dad's
bull balls.  The more Adam looked, the more his dick ached.  Damn, he
thought silently, I wish I hadn't worn these tight jeans that show off my
butt and package just to impress Julie.  Lot of damn good that did.  Not
only did I get shut down, but now I'm getting blue ball with my dick and
nuts packed into a skimpy pair of 2xist briefs and these skin tight jeans.
His unit felt like it caught in a vice grip.  And getting tighter by the
second.  Adam squirmed trying to readjust himself and his tool chest.

"Son you must have poured yourself into those jeans!" Jake bellowed.
"You're going to cut off the circulation to your family jewels.  We can't
have that happen."  Without warning Jake reached into his son's lap and
began to unbutton and unzip Adam's jeans.


"Shit Dad!"  He yelled as he pushed his dad's hand off his crotch, but not
before Jake gave his dick a healthy tug.

"Well, okay son, you do it.  But take some pressure off while I get us
another beer.  And," he added, "no talk of going to bed just yet.  I've got
to get this said for both of our sakes. Now free up your balls before they
explode.  I'll be right back."

As Adam lifted up his butt to pull his pants down some and relieve his
aching balls, he yelled out, "Well, I'm not the only one with his nuts all
constricted.  You've got a precum spot the size of a silver dollar leaking
through your jock and onto your gym shorts!"

Sure enough, Jake looked down and saw the solid wet stain right at the
center of his shorts.  Heeding his son's sage advice he reached into his
jock and pulled it aside to let his dick and balls hang out of the jock
sock.  He took two cold beers from the fridge and returned to the ottoman.
As he set legs apart his 10" semi hard dick head poked out of the let of
his loose fitting shorts.

"Whoa!  The mules getting out of the barn," Jake said as he pulled the leg
down over the bulging dick head.  A string of precum followed his hand as
he withdrew it from his leg.  "Ah the nectar of desire," he said as he
licked the clear liquid from his fingers.

"Jeez, Dad.  I have to watch you eat your pre too?"  Adam couldn't take his
eye off of the dick head with a piss slit the circumference of a large
straw.  His dad's foreskin allowed just the bulging purple tip of his
magnificent tool exposed.  Adam inadvertently moistened his lips at the
thought of slurping on that big piss slit through a straw, Or just straight
from that mighty cum hose.

Jake caught the dreamy look in his son's eyes and the unconscious licking
of his lips.  This is a good sign, he concluded.

Jake was jolted out of his reverie when he heard his dad say something
about Will and Joey.  Joey Travella had been Will's best friend all through
school.  They'd been co-captains of their high school football team, both
all stars and both played ball at State.  They were also roommates.  In
effect, they were inseparable.  Will was hunkish and swarthy like Jake and
Adam with those Hausman piercing green eyes and coal black hair.  Joey was
northern Italian: blonde, blue eyed, with a slimmer hard build that looked
like it belonged in bike shorts and a tank top.  A real Lance Armstrong
look.

"What about Will and Joey?" Adam asked.  While he liked Joey, he loved and
missed his older brother.  These days even when Will was home Joey always
seemed to be there.  "Why doesn't Joey stay with his parents when they are
home for holidays?" Adam once asked his mom.  She shrugged her shoulders
icily and said something about that being Will's and Joey's business, and
not hers

Jake looked befuddled and awkward for a moment, and then shrugged off his
discomfort.

"Adam, your brother loves you very much."

"Couldn't prove it by me," he interjected with no small degree of
agitation.  "Whenever he's here, I might as well be on another planet.  We
used to be close and do things together.  Now, we only hang out if Joey is
here or going with us."

"Uh uhn," Jake acknowledged.  "That's probably my fault, son.  That's what
I need to talk with you about."

"How can it be your fault, Dad?  Will's twenty years old, almost
twenty-one.  Trust me, he doesn't do everything you want him to.  That's
for damn sure!"

"In this case that's exactly what he's done, son.  And I feel like shit
about it.  I see now that it's driven a wedge between two of the best, most
loving brothers that ever lived.  This is all my fault."

"Cut to the chase, Dad.  This makes no sense."

"Just listen to me a minute, Adam.  Let me get this out.  Here's what
happened," he began his story:

" It was late in Will's senior year.  I had been off on a scouting trip all
week, and at the district coaches' conference.  We got through early and
rather than hang out and yuck it up with the other coaches, I decided to
surprise your mom, come home a day early and whisk her away on a nice
weekend in the mountains.  Well, the surprise was on me.  She'd gone off to
New York City with her old sorority sisters for a "Girls' Weekend" shopping
spree without even letting me know.  Things had been tense for me and your
mom for a couple of years, as you know, son.  We'll talk more about that
later.  But, as it was I arrived home unexpectedly, flowers in hand, to a
very quiet and seemingly empty house.  I dropped my things in our bedroom
downstairs and started roaming towards the upstairs when I heard voices.  I
assumed your mother and either you or Will were upstairs.  As I came to the
top of the stairs I heard what sounded more like moans and groaning.  My
first thought was that your mom had fallen or become ill.  I raced towards
the sound and realized it was coming from Will's attic apartment that we'd
finished out for him when he made All Star.  By the way, I know that pissed
you off.  I'm sorry.  I just had to do something special, and that's what
he asked for.  His reason became pretty obvious.

I slowly made my way up the attic stairs.  There was music in the
background, so I guessed that Will was grooving to one of his music videos.
He was grooving alright, but it was in another groove, if you know what I
mean."

"Uh, no, Dad, I don't know what you mean.  Was Will humping some chick up
there?"  Adam asked with amusement.

 "Hardly."  Jake huffed, and continued his narrative:

"All I heard was Will's voice saying ` Oh yeah, fuck yeah, suck it, baby.
How does this feel?  You like my hot tongue in your hot cunt?'  The other
voice was indistinguishable, just a series of muffled grunts and slushing,
slurpy noises.  The boy must be getting one hell of a blow job, I imagined.
As I neared the top of the stairs, I heard the other voice say, "Oh fuck,
Will, you're eating my ass!  Fuck yeah.  Oh baby, fuck yeah, you're my
man!!'  the voice belonged to Joey."

Jake stopped his story long enough for this to sink in with Adam.  "What
the fa...?" Adam exclaimed.  His mouth flew as open as his startled eyes.
"Dad, are you telling me that Joey was blowing Will, while Will ate his
ass?"

"That's exactly what I'm saying, son.  Your brother and Joey are lovers.
Have been since they were sophomores, but that weekend their relationship
was consummated."

"What do you mean "consummated?"  Adam asked incredulously.

"How are most unions consummated, son?"

"Holy shit and fall back in it! Are you telling me that Will and Joey butt
fucked up there?"

"Well, not there, and not that day.  But that weekend.  Just let me
finish."

"I didn't want to break in on the fellas and embarrass the hell out of them
in addition to spoiling one very hot sex session, so I tip-toed back down
the stairs and went to my study.  In a few minutes I heard the shower start
in Will's bathroom.  You'll remember when we put the plumbing in for the
attic, we had to connect it through the bathroom outside my study, so the
pipes always vibrate when Will's shower turns on full force.  I assumed the
guys were cleaning up.  Pretty soon, I heard some voices in what sounded
like an argument or at least and heated exchange.  I just laid low until I
heard someone running down the steps.  I jumped up to see what was going on
and reached the stairwell just as Joey bolted through the door, slamming it
behind him, and then peeling rubber out of the front circle drive.  I'd
come in through the garage out back so I didn't know his car was there."

Adam remained silent and transfixed on his dad's incredible story.

"I waited a few minutes before going upstairs to check on Will.  I headed
towards the attic stair case when I heard sounds coming from your room.
Geez, I thought, has Adam seen all of this too?  When I looked into your
room there was Will with his face buried in his old twin bed, crying like a
baby.  I went over to him and just put my hand on his back and rubbed it,
saying, ` It's okay, son.  Everything will be okay.'  Of course, your
brother bolted upright in bed and tried to straighten himself out.

`Dad!  What are you doing here?'

` I came home early to surprise your mother.  Guess that wasn't in the
cards.  At least not that surprise.'  I tried to be as nonchalant as
possible, but your brother really freaked.

" Oh FUCK, oh FUCK FUCK FUCK.  Now I've fucked up with Joey, fucked up with
you, fucked up my whole miserable fucked-up life!!"

It was all I could do to keep him from climbing out the window and throwing
himself onto the stone patio.

"Son, son, listen to me.  You're not fucked up.  And, whatever happened
with Joey can be fixed.  I love you and adore you.  You could never change
that."

"You don't know, Dad.  You just don't know what I've done, been doing, who
I really am," he sobbed.

` Oh, but I do think I have some ideas, and also some empathy and
understanding if you'll just trust me.'  Then I paused before saying, ` I
came up to your room while you and Joey were making love, son.  I know what
you're going through.'

"ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.  Dammit to hell.  I'm totally fucked.  Outed by my
own dad.'

Your brother was almost incoherent.  All I could do was hold him tightly
and kiss his forehead and tell him it was alright.  That I understood, that
I loved him, and I loved Joey too.  That we could fix this.

` You can't FIX me, Dad," he yelled, "I'm fucking gay!  Queer as the
proverbial three dollar bill.  This is one jam you can't get me out of.'

` I know exactly how you feel son.  I'm gay too!"

Adam jolted upright in total shock.


"Dad!  What are you saying?  You're not gay.  You're married!"

Jake grasped his son's shoulders and looked into his startled eyes.
"That's what I needed to tell you, Adam.  I am gay.  Since what happened
with Will, I realize that I needed to be as honest with myself as my son
was with me.  Don't get me wrong, I loved your mother, and have enjoyed our
life together.  Well, up until the past couple of years.  But deep inside
there's a part of me that has remained unfulfilled and emotionally shut
off."

"But, but," Adam stammered, "I mean, when? How did you know... I mean?"

"I messed around some in college with a few of my other football friends,
and..." He paused.

" Uncle Dave?"  Adam interrupted.  He called Jake's best friend "uncle"
even though they were not related.

"Yeah, Dave and I go back a long way.  He and I have been, er well, "close"
all of these years."

Adam was still in shock, but became more of more aware of the pulsing,
throbbing erection straining the waistband of his briefs.  He glanced down
at his dad's crotch and saw Jake's mule dick head poking out of the leg
band of his loose-fitting gym shorts.

Jake noticed his son's glance.  He reached over to Adam's mid-section and
rubbed the tip of his son's inviting crotch, now soaked in precum.  Without
a word, he put his big hand inside the waistband and took the slick teen
knob in his hand.

"Ohhhhhhhh, fuck, Dad!  That feels so damn good!"  Adam moaned as he leaned
back into the sofa.  Maybe it was the beer or his own subconscious desire
for his dad, but he didn't even think about resisting or making any comment
about what was happening.  He just knew that what his dad had just told him
about himself, and about Will opened up a part of him that he'd sealed off
as if it were an empty chamber within is heart.

Jake gently nudged Adam's legs apart and slid off of the ottoman kneeling
between his son's muscular thighs.  Taking the stiff teen cock into his
hand he brought the throbbing knob to his mouth as he looked up adoringly
into his son's glazed eyes.  Adam moaned with sublime pleasure as his dad
took more and more of his rigid and cum filled dick into his mouth.

Adam's pent up need for relief that had begun earlier with Julie began to
boil in the base of his heavy scrotum as if some tap had been turned on
releasing a head of steam.  As Jake sucked his son's engorged fuck meat,
Adam thrust it deeper into his dad's throat and wantonly pulled Jake's head
down until Adam's thick patch of course curly pubes were crushed into his
dad's sucking lips.

"OH fuck, fuck, fuck, YEAH, Dad," Adam growled, "suck my big dick.  Suck it
like Will used to.  Suck me off!  Take this cum load!  Oh hell yes, Dad.
Do me like Uncle Dave does you!"

Jake's own erection was nearing a threshold of desire and need for relief,
but he knew better than to stroke it now.  He felt Adam's load hissing
through is ball sac and into this corpulent cum canal like molten lava
erupting from the mouth of a volcano.

"Give it to me, son!"  Jake mumbled taking his hungry mouth off of that
handsome teen tool long enough to encourage his lust-filled son towards
relief.

That's all it took for Adam.  He thrust his cum filled hose deep into his
dad's mouth and face fucked Jake's handsome mouth with abandon.  His piss
slit flared open and the first pearl drops of creamy lava began to erupt.
Jake sucked furiously as his son's love load spurted into his throat in
thick ropes of sweet cream.  Jake had taken heavy loads before, but Adam's
joy juice was a never-ending geyser of steamy cream that filled his dad's
throat almost to the point of gagging him.

Once spent, Adam collapsed into the sofa, his jean clad legs around his
ankles, knees splayed out with his handsome dad's head resting in his
thick, wet, cum-soaked bush.


END

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