Date: Thu, 29 Jul 1999 21:44:17 EDT From: Begmealot@aol.com Subject: adventures of tray and jay 11 "Adventures of Tray and Jay 11" PART 11: TRAY MEETS THE CHURCH BOYS I'm here to tell ya, church boys are the cutest. I was in the praying position in the living room , spanking my bad boy with only my Tommys on and they were around my ankles, see, when the doorbell rang and scared me good. I was all hot and bothered and said something nasty as I jumped up and barely covered myself and threw open the door. There they were! Oh, their smiles! "Hi, I'm John..." "And I'm Adam..." "And we're from the Campus Christian Coalition," John finished. "We're reaching out to..." This is where he noticed my near nakedness for the first time. So did Adam, who copped a closer look and saw more than skin. "Uh, we're reaching out to the neighborhood," John focussed, "and especially young people like yourself." He swallowed and fell silent. "Are you a student?" Adam filled in nervously. I stretched real good, throwing my arms behind my head and arching my back and thrusting my frisky bulge toward them. John blinked. Adam swooned. "I'm on my own but I've got another year of high school," I yawned. "Wanna come in?" I was feeling ornery. Didn't know what I had in mind. "Must be hard, taking care of yourself," John said gently, honestly, as they took the bait. I closed the door and quietly locked it, thinking, what am I doing? "Have a seat, guys." They took the couch, very straight and proper. I was very excited. "Would you like something to drink...whatever?" Adam's eyes got bigger. "No, no, thanks," said John. I plopped into my big recliner and eased it back, spread my legs and gave myself a squeeze. "Did you have problems at home..." "Tray," I introduced myself finally and sprang up to bend over the coffee table and pump their hands. They both had silky soft grips and wet rosy lips. "Problems you'd like to talk about, maybe?" Adam offered so serious and sincere I wanted to go and comfort HIM. Yeah! "My pop and me had a falling out big time, and he threw me out in what I'm wearing now." Their eyes darted to my tight gray Tommys, and John's returned to my face but Adam's got stuck. "Wow," Adam breathed and then snapped. "I mean, that's awful." "Yeah. We made up, though. We're real close now." "You know, Tray, Adam and I find great strength and comfort in the Word, especially in carrying it to others," John got to the point. "I was truly lost when Paul found me and took me to my first fellowship," chimed in Adam, and his blue eyes sparkled at me with real emotion. He licked his lips and ran a hand straight back through his beautiful short golden hair. His skin was perfect and like condensed milk. I stuck my knees up and played with the hair on the insides of my thighs. My cock leaked and spazzed against the cloth. I thought Adam was a goner. I became serious. "As I recall, Adam was cast out and John foretold the end of the world," I offered wickedly, and the church boys beamed! "I feel your pain, Adam, and I've known your fear, John." "You've been saved, then?" gushed John. "Many times," I grinned. Their smiles of joy faltered. "See, my pop, he caught me in bed with someone...having sex." Those poor boys, their eyes bulged, and they leaned forward, rapt. They licked their lips and blinked hard as one. "You're kidding!" swooned Adam, going pale at the mere thought. My eyes bore into him, and he went red. All I could think about was the angry erection in my briefs and pulled out that drippy pecker and stroked it nice and easy before I knew what I was doing. By that time the boys were gaping and it was a little too late. "OH, LORD, HE'S A HOMOSEXUAL!" John panicked right off and stood to go, but Adam grabbed his arm and forced them both down to their knees on the carpet. My head went back and I beat myself faster. "We don't know that!" Adam managed as best he could. "You do now," I grinned and winked, and John struggled to escape but Adam held him down. "John, he needs our help the way I needed yours!" Adam nearly cried. "I do!" I panted. "I'm such a dirty faggot, I can't help myself!" "But you can!" Adam insisted hopefully. "We'll help you..." "Will you?" I grunted and leapt to my feet. I stepped close to Adam, my dick in hand, and John finally asserted himself, as the senior messenger. He wrapped his arms around Adam and dragged him toward the door, which I blocked in a flash. "I'm sorry, I just can't help lusting after strapping, wholesome American boys like yourselves! I think day and night of hot horny All-American cock and satisfying all those pent-up needs!" John and Adam dropped again and began praying. I shoved my hard on in Adam's face and begged him to help me, and I saw the fire in his eyes and the desire in his mouth. I took his head in one hand and my big boner in the other and forced it past his tormented lips, but the sweet struggle on Adam's beautiful face drove me to the edge fast... So I pulled it out and in a few savage strokes shot off all over Adam's droopy-eyed face and shiny hair. John missed his protegé's powerless look of pleasure as my thick cream spurted over his forehead, cheeks, mouth, nose and hair, and some lower on his neck and shoulders. He was limp when John dragged him to his feet and then the door. John pulled wildly at the locked door and finally got it open, and they fled, my come all over Adam. I closed the door to a crack and struggled to calm my breathing from the horrible rush I felt in my veins as the church boys retreated fast, John wiping my jiz off of Adam with his hand and shirt sleeve. I JUST DID SOMETHING UNSPEAKABLE! I screamed at myself silently before losing it and laughing until I collapsed on the couch and wondered at my insanity. What if they reported me to the police? What I did was...HOT! Slowly I relaxed and fell into a deep sleep where I dreamed of shit that kept my bone on. I was awakened a couple hours later by a soft but steady knock on the door. I got up slowly, groggy, stiff as all hell thinking I had dreamed the whole horrid thing and opened the door cautiously, and there he was! Adam! Alone! "I...I...I have to talk to you, Tray." He had the same shirt on, and I saw my dried come. There were also streaks where tears had flowed. I swallowed in shame. "Come on in," I whispered, and he did. We both sat on the couch. I wanted so bad to touch him but couldn't do it. I had done enough. "What I did was..." "A real revelation for me." His hungry blue eyes melted me. "John works a suicide hotline. That's how we met, sort of. I called, and he answered." I knew this was the second hardest thing he ever did. "He saved my life, Tray. I told him everything, and he offered me a way out. He didn't hate me, and he helped me not hate myself. For a while. But something was always wrong. I felt like a liar, Tray. Because I was. Only I didn't know...until...oh, my God! My God! I can't help what I am! And John doesn't understand." Adam's tears burst out again as they must have done earlier, with John or by himself somewhere. I held him in my arms and started crying myself. There was nothing more to say. What had I done? Then Adam took a big shaky full breath and shuddered, and he turned his face to mine and...and he closed his eyes and pressed his lips to mine, and I gasped. It was the most tender thing I ever experienced. There was nothing dirty about it, the boy's repressed yearning just flowed out of him, from his soft wet innocent mouth to my quivering one, so frail and vulnerable and brave...and so unsophisticated it was as if I was a virgin. I was tingly all over, and my penis was hot and prickly like it used to be in the beginning. I held his blazing head in my hands as our lips touched and felt and parted over and over in this total ecstasy of discovery that left us both weak and shivering. Adam's hands explored my electrified belly and chest and erect nipples, and when he at last slipped one hand in my briefs and took me firmly down there my face fell into his smooth warm neck and my arms wrapped around him, and we slid to our knees on the floor. I undressed Adam slowly, feeling every bit of him and trying not to lose my breath because I was really overwhelmed. I undid his pants and slipped my hands from his back down under his bright white jockeys and over his bare butt. He groaned wildly and fell onto me as his own hands thrust my briefs down and then we were naked to our knees and pressed madly up to each other. That was when I eased Adam onto his back and removed the last of his clothes and squirmed out of my briefs and we were bare-assed on my living room floor just rolling all over and laughing and kissing, more passionately then, just a hint of tongue which we both really dug. He was so sweet I stuck my nose to his mouth and almost got off on his fresh teenage boy scent of spit and everything. We lay on our sides smiling at each other when Adam suddenly licked his way down my chest and over my happy trail to my pubes so his smooth face rubbed against my outraged dick and his chin poked my sticky balls. I was powerless, I lay there unable to move as he held me totally in his control. When his lips kissed my pulsing shaft there was no warning, I just popped off all over myself, and when Adam saw what he did he rushed up between my legs and buried his face in my come-soaked heaving chest and went wild getting it all over him and inhaling the raw scent of my seed as it coated his ecstatic flushed face. I pulled him up on top of me and kissed and licked his intoxicated slick boy skin and tasted his excitement and mine all over him. The smell of it and the flavor wouldn't go away. I took my turn then and had a hard time pinning down his long white straight-as-can-be boy meat because it was really throbbing out of control. Then I had it in my mouth for exactly one and a half sucks up and down its length when Adam blew his cherry load to the back of my throat, over and over, all of it. I never tasted such sugar sweet and tangy cream, and the way he bucked into me I knew he wanted a lot more. I sucked and sucked until maybe two minutes later he blew his nuts again and somehow it was an even bigger load than his first! He strained to the breaking point that time and whimpered beyond control but I sucked on and played with his balls at the same time. Pretty soon he made a cool throaty chuckle sound and sighed and spread his legs with his knees going up, so my hand explored his firm rocky ass and then a finger tried his smooth, very sweaty crack all the way to his rear entrance. I paused there and thrummed his puckered man gate and made that boy choke in unimagined pleasure. I moved so I could lick his washboard belly and work my finger up his hole at the same time, and the combination sent Adam spasming in my grips. His body bucked and twitched beyond words or even sounds except for the rapid panting and blowing through his nose and mouth that built up quickly to another explosion of his starved prick over and onto the side of my head and in my hair. Well I licked a lot of it up and offered him my face to taste himself which he did greedily before burying his mouth in my ear and giving me convulsions of delight. He sensed what he was doing to me and took control and ground his lathered face into me, he was all fucking over me, in my neck and dank armpits and ribcage and nuts and finally when I threw my legs back he shoved his nose up my crack and sniffed my spunky scent and I forced his head the rest of the way so he ended up eating my tender ass out and laughing giddily the whole way. I swear I only wanted to kiss Adam with my spunk and his spit all over his face so that's why I tugged at his ears but when he rose up between my legs they settled over his shoulders and a new light of discovery filled his magnificent mug. I think a big part of him became a man right then because he saw what he wanted and he knew it was his and he rose to the challenge! Adam powerfully eased his hard thighs up by my hips, leaned forward with a wicked gleam in those blues of his and kissed me insanely. He found my ready hole with his big round cock head and teased it forward and backward until I was desperate to have him in me but he was in no hurry, the little stud, he had all the time in the world to explore his emerging manhood and my prone body. Soon, though, Adam couldn't take it any longer either and that was when he entered me clean and totally, head to thick curly bush where he held it, savored my hot anus vice over his masculine rock. He kept pushing like he thought he could make me suck it at the same time and I wanted more than anything to take him both ends at once! Believe me, I would have if it was possible! Adam was a natural. He was a real man disguised in that sweet church boy form and he proved it with every conscious thrust of his narrow but strong hips that sent his ramrod straight cock in and out of my deep passage over and over and over for an hour, I knew I would have his fourth load of jizm only it would be so far up my guts I really would get a taste of it. But again Adam the boy-man was in no hurry even if he did jab it hard a few times and break into frenzied fuck moments of animal excess! That was how Adam screwed my experienced but oddly virgin butthole for about an hour when we were both covered in sweat and the rapture of it was so complete and I was blissfully stroking myself as Adam's great mouth pulled off mine and a riled taste bud of his shot a bullet of his sweet spit in my face and his back curved and nobody said anything. But at the same instant we both went off in throes of violent climactic ejaculation, I felt him widen and throb inside me as streams of his spunk hit my deep spot and at first I knew it was his come splashing all over my face and going in my mouth! I knew it! I was totally out of control and so was Adam and we shared it like two young men who never knew what sharing was about. My eyes flew open a second before his and we stared into each other's souls at that stretched- out perfect moment in time and both of us fragmented into smiling delirious dudes loving each other like it was supposed to be. It went on like that I don't know how long, time was still but we spewed on for maybe the longest unrecorded come shot in history. The squirting dies down finally but we kept draining slowly in each other's arms as our mouths met again and just plain slurped up the musky taste of each other and the bottomless desire for more tongue and lips and...everything. That weekend with Adam was the longest of my life and maybe the sweetest. We searched every bit of each other, inside and out, and never found it all. He smelled different, tasted different, every time we touched. And that weekend, the last three-day weekend of summer, Adam told me he loves me, and it scared me. So many things raced through my head. So many rules, so many old ideas, the love I have for my little bro, I know it won't ever die, but this sweet passionate young man my own age... "Adam, I love you, dude." I dissolved in his arms that third day of the last three-day weekend of summer. "Yeah. I love you, man." THIS IS GOING SOMEWHERE BUT I DON'T KNOW WHERE YET. BE PATIENT. ROB.