From: nash1@delphi.com
Subject: "Adam and the Mustangs"
Date: Mon, 31 Jul 95 02:18:59 -0500

                       A Fantasy by GATO
 
It was another one of those days.  I was in the checkout line at the
store.  After putting in over 10 exhausting hours at my job, I was happy
that Friday was here.  Looking forward to the weekend, I quickly forgot
everything.  The rest of the family was going away and I would be all
alone -- heaven to a 19 year old!  I don't even know how much my order
came to.  The express line moved as slowly as the regular line -- and I
had 3 items!  As I was leaving with my purchase, a youthful voice caught
my attention from behind me:  "What's it say on the back, man?"
 
I turned around, "Huh?"
 
The teenage boy continued, "The back.  I caught the front.  Cool shirt!"
 
First let me explain that I was wearing a "NO FEAR" tee shirt.
Apparently, the boy had seen the front through my open windbreaker.
There are usually radical sayings on the back.  I bought the thing
because it was on sale, not because I surf.
 
I looked at him.  I'll freeze this moment.  It was a boy in his early
adolescent years, 13 or 14.  He held a box of cookies.  He had light
brown wavy hair, just long enough to say that he was a touch on the
carefree side without being out of control.  His skin was flawless with
a hint of freckles around his nose.  His upper lip gave the faintest
suggestion of darkening peach fuzz.  He smiled at me with teeth that
were a little crooked, but white as virgin snow.  He was of medium
build.  His sleeves were rolled up and his arms were still tan from the
passed summer.  He stood barely at 5 feet -- not a big boy at all.  I
felt a strange kind of attraction to this kid.
 
I brought myself back to reality.  "Oh, this?"  I lifted up the back of
my windbreaker and showed him.
 
He read, "NO PAIN, NO GAIN, NO FEAR.  Cool shirt, man!"
 
I smiled and continued out of the store toward my car.
 
As I unlocked the door of my car, I heard his voice again.  "Cool shirt,
man, really cool!"
 
He had been running to catch up with me.  He was huffing a little.  All
I could do was smile.  Since it wasn't that cool out, I took the jacket
off.  "There.  How's that?"
 
He smiled.  "Better.  You gotta show it off."
 
I cocked my head.  "Well, I'm not really into the surfing scene."
 
He made a frown and shook his head.  "Man, it don't matter..... my
name's Adam."
 
He stuck out his hand.  "I'm Steve", I told him as I shook his hand.
 
I got into my car, but the boy kept the conversation up as if he didn't
want me to leave.
 
He continued, "I just got some cookies.  I get them every Friday so I
can have some snacks over the weekend.  I stay up late and watch TV, but
I get hungry late at night.  You know how it is.  I'm a cookie freak."
 
I laughed.  This boy yelled innocence to the hilt.  He smiled when he
spoke.  He was winning me over.
 
Without warning, he asked, "Where do you live?  I live down on Crestview
Terrace" (among the more expensive homes in the area).
 
I told him I lived on Fuller Road, the older part of town.
 
He gave me a grin.  "Gee, do you think you could drop me off?"
 
I thought a second, then replied, "Yeah, sure.  Hop in."
 
He leaped into the car.  His smile never dimmed.  He kept looking at me
as if trying to absorb all knowledge about me.  I backed out into the
parking lot.  It would be about a 10 minute ride home.
 
"Cool car", he said, "What year is this Mustang?"
 
Proud of the car, I said, "It's a 1966.  I have two others that I'm
restoring right now.  Ever since high school, I've been restoring
Mustangs.  It's my hobby."  I told him that I live in the big house that
used to be a farm house with the barn out back.  That's where I work on
the cars.  He was familiar with the house.
 
He sounded really excited.  "Awesome!  I never knew you had old cars
there.  I've been past there on my bike hundreds of times.  Can I see?
Do you think it would be OK?"
 
I wasn't too sure about this.  But then, he did seem like a wholesome
boy.  I figured it would be alright if he got an approval from his
parents.  He told me that it was just his brother and him and their
father.  His mother died when he was just a baby.  His father wouldn't
be expecting him until about 8:00, so he could stay until then.  I
agreed, but made him promise to call him if he planned on staying
later.
 
We arrived at my place.  I pulled right into the barn alongside two
other vintage Mustangs.  He jumped out of the car.
 
"Holy crap!"  He ran to inspect the cars.
 
I gave him the rundown on the cars.  All the while, he kept looking at
me.  He would occasionally press himself against me.  Something was
stirring within me.  Embarrassed at the thought of it at the time,
something was stirring in my pants, too!  A couple of times he grabbed
my hand so he could drag me off to some of the older wrecks at the rear
of the barn.
 
Adam leaned against one of the more rusted hulks that acted as a spare
parts supply.  He rambled on and on about how cool this was and how cool
I was.  He never took his eyes off me.  He constantly pressed himself
against me.  I lost control and put my arm around him, then quickly
removed it.
 
I expected him to back away, but he didn't.  He seemed to beg for more.
He grabbed my hand and put my arm around him again.  He pressed himself
tightly against me.  I ran my fingers through his hair.  He quieted down
and stared at me.  I looked down at him.  His face was beaming.  He put
his arm around me and rested his head against my shirt.  Then he moved
in front of me, pressing himself against my stomach, locking his hands
behind my back.  I ran my hands up and down his back.  He brought his
arms around to my sides, moving his hands up and down slowly.  He looked
down at the dirt floor, then back into my eyes.
 
I asked the burning question:  "How old are you, Adam?"
 
"I just turned 14 last week.  My birthday sucked.  My old man got drunk
and my brother left home to stay with his girlfriend.  Dad don't give a
shit.  He don't!  He works for AT&T.  He's some kind of professional.
He makes tons of money."
 
I felt sorry for him and was immediately overcome with a warm emotion
for him.  "Happy birthday, Adam", I said as I pulled him tightly against
me.
 
Through Adam's smile, I could see sorrow in his eyes.  I touched the tip
of his nose and he quietly chuckled.  He closed his eyes a little and
stretched up toward me.  He stuck his lips closer to mine until they
met.  He kissed me, then he rested the side of his face against my shirt
again.  I ran my hands across his smooth face.  I patted the top of his
head.  I could feel his smile right through my shirt.  I could also feel
his heart racing.  He pulled himself very tight against me.  For
whatever reason, he slid back and forth against me.  I could feel a hard
lump pressing against my thighs.  I was getting quite a wet lump in my
pants, too.
 
Adam's breathing got deeper and quicker.  He took hold of my shirt and
lifted it out of my pants, on up and over my head.  He grabbed my hands
and coaxed me into doing the same to him.  I unbuttoned his shirt,
opened it up, revealing his soft, smooth stomach and chest.  I removed
his shirt.  For a moment, our bare skin touched.
 
Again, he raised up to kiss me.  This time, it wasn't just a peck.  He
pressed his lips against mine and his mouth opened.  Instinctively, my
tongue entered his mouth.  Our tongues caressed each other.  I opened my
eyes to see that his eyes were firmly closed.  His face was red with
desire.  We sucked the saliva out of each other's mouths.  I pulled him
so tightly to me, our teeth clicked together, but our kiss and embrace
never subsided.  We held in that position until I felt Adam's hand
slowly work its way toward my crotch.  I let him do what he wanted to
do.
 
He felt the outline of my now erect penis, stroking it slowly through my
pants.  He undid my belt.  The clanging of the belt buckle sent chills
up and down my spine.  He lowered my zipper.  He stuck his hand into my
pants and again caressed my cock through my briefs.
 
I pulled my face away from him.  I undid his belt and unsnapped his
snapper.  I lowered the zipper of his jeans, exposing his white briefs.
I could see his bulging penis through them.  Like he did to me, I
caressed his boner.  I gave it a squeeze, and it flexed at my touch.
For such a young boy, he had quite a large cock!
 
I squatted down in front of him.  Gently and slowly, I lowered his jeans
past his knees.  He bent down and took off his sneakers and socks, then
stepped out of his jeans willingly, waiting for my next move.  He
lowered my jeans.  I kicked off my sneakers and pulled off my socks.  We
both stood there in our underwear.  He looked at the wet spot in my
underwear and touched it.  He brought his finger up to his lips and
tasted the residue of my pre-cum.  He reached inside the waistband of my
briefs and lowered them.  I stepped out of them.  He stared at my hard
penis, then held it in his hands as he slowly stroked it.  My balls
retracted tightly into my body.  He touched a drop of my pre-cum and
again licked it.  He smiled in approval as he stared into my eyes.  He
took my hands and placed them on his waist.  I lowered his briefs until
his stiff cock sprang from its confinement.  He kicked his underpants
off.  He had a small patch of pubic hair at the base of his penis and
nowhere else.  My suspicion was true.  At 14, his cock was an impressive
size!
 
I pulled him closer.  We hugged and quickly began kissing again.  I
grabbed his penis and it came to life.  I coaxed him to his knees and we
knelt on the floor next to my cars.  I spread my jeans on the floor, and
putting my arm around him, I gently laid him down.  He spread his legs.
I started stroking his cock -- slowly at first, but increasing the
speed.  He bit his lip as I stroked him.  I stopped long enough to draw
my face to his hot boy meat.  I inserted his cock into my mouth and
began licking his head.  He sighed and moaned as I sucked, running his
fingers through my hair.  I felt his head stiffen and swell.  I knew he
was having an orgasm.  He gave a few pumps of sperm into my mouth and I
swallowed it.  He thrust his ass of the floor as he rammed his squirting
cock down my throat.  A few more thrusts and pumps and he relaxed.  When
I took his penis out of my mouth, he was still hard as a rock.  I licked
the last drop from his head.
 
He caught his breath, looked up at me and smiled.  He sat up and
motioned for me to lie down.  My cock was still stiff and nearing
explosion.  Adam licked the juice from my shaft.  He put my cock in his
mouth and I could feel his tongue lapping the rim of my head.  I flexed
as he passed the underside of my head, each time pouring pre-cum into
his mouth, which he eagerly swallowed.  His mouth humped my cock while
his hand stroked it.  I gave out a moan, indicating that I was going to
cum.  He didn't stop.  Waves of pleasure flowed through my body.  I
fired my wad into his mouth.  He made a moan of approval and swallowed
my load.  When I was done, he lay down next to me.
 
I put my arm around Adam and he rested his head on it.  "Wow", was all
he said!
 
I gave a laugh.  "Ditto", was my reply.
 
He propped himself up on his side and looked right into my eyes.  "Was I
good", he asked?
 
"Good," I responded with surprise, "good isn't the word for it.  You're
a pro, Adam.  Do you do this often?"
 
Adam shook his head.  "I never done this before.  I jerk off lots of
times, but I never jerked a guy off before.  I never sucked a guy's
dick, either.  It felt so good when you sucked mine, I had to suck
yours."
 
"It wasn't bad, was it?"
 
Adam shook his head and raised his eyebrows.  "No.  It was kinda cool.
It was real cool.  It tasted cool, too."
 
I agreed.  "Yeah, yours tasted cool, too.  In fact, I'd like to taste
your cum again -- real soon!"
 
Adam nodded excitedly.  He again looked serious.  He repeated, "So, was
I good?"
 
I chuckled.  "Good?  Adam, you were great!"
 
This pleased Adam and he rested his head back on my chest.  He ran his
hand through my pubic hair, examining and playing with it.
 
We must have stayed like that for 15 minutes when Adam climbed on top of
me, straddling my body.  We lay like that, face to face for a few more
minutes.  Adam pressed his lips against mine and we kissed deeply.  The
kissing became frenzied.  Our tongues wildly slapped at each other, our
saliva drooling down my face.  He tugged at my hair, but it felt great.
My hands rubbed up and down his back and I spread the cheeks of his
hairless young ass.  I could feel Adam's sweet cock stiffening against
my belly.  Mine grew along with his.  He started making humping motions
on top of me, sliding his cock in all the drips that were flowing madly
by now.  My cock slid against his hairless body as he slid up and down
my belly.  His hot breath against my face was bringing me to a fevered
height of excitement.  I sucked his tongue; he sucked back.  Our bodies
slid back and forth.  I felt Adam's dick stiffen, flex, and pump as his
semen flowed down my side.  He didn't stop his humping, and I shot off
onto our bellies seconds later.  Adam nestled his face in my neck.
 
After a few minutes, Adam climbed off me.  We sat next to each other,
still nude.  I admired his young, smooth body.  Adam jumped up and
returned with his cookies.  He opened the box and the two of us ate
nearly all his cookies without saying a word to each other.  All the
while, we made body contact -- we held hands, he rested his hand on my
knee, I had my arm around him -- we were always touching.
 
The constant touching was making my dick stiffen again.  I know I had
just come twice in a half hour, but I was ready for another.  I leaned
over and kissed Adam.  We kissed deeply for another couple of minutes.
My cock was pressing into his side.  I rolled Adam over on his back and
began stroking his stiff cock.  He moaned with pleasure as we kissed.
Adam took his face away from mine and rolled over, exposing his sweet,
plump ass.  He spread his legs, begging for me.  I pressed against his
ass.  I put my face around to the side of his face and kissed his cheek.
He smiled and nodded in approval.  I slowly pressed his pucker hole with
my cock.  He moaned and tightened up.
 
"Shhhh.  Relax and let it happen", I said.
 
Adam turned his head toward me and kissed me.  He spread his legs
further and my cock began to make its entrance into his hot, tight
little ass.  He made little noises indicating that he was enjoying it.
When my cock was completely buried up his ass, I started humping
slowly.  His ass rocked back and forth as I fucked him.
 
"Ooooo, yeah, man!  Cool!  Yeah, fuck me!"
 
Hearing those words only drove me wild.  I locked my arms around him
and rammed his ass.  He moaned and yelled as I felt his ass tighten.
 
Adam yelled, "Fucken shit, man!  I'm gonna blow my wad!"
 
At that, I pulled my cock out of his ass and lay on my side.  Adam
turned toward me and pressed his cock against my ass.  Shit!  That
cock of his was big!  I didn't care how big it was, I wanted it inside
me.  I wanted his cum inside me!
 
He gave a mighty shove, and with the help of his pre-cum, his cock
slammed deep inside my ass.  I wanted to take every inch of it so I
pushed my ass against him.
 
"Come on, Adam!  Shoot your load in me!"
 
"Dude", Adam said, "I'm gonna...I'm gonna....oh, dude...shit...oh.."
 
He gave about three or four thrusts when I felt his cock erupt.  He
slammed his cock deep inside me as he pumped his sperm.  He flexed
again and again, each time depositing his cum in my ass.  Lost in his
uncontrollable pleasure, he hollered out.  There was nobody home to
hear him, only me.  "Ahhhh!  Oooooo!  (gasp) Ah!"
 
He became quiet and he rested against me with his arm around me.  He
pulled out of me very slowly.  I felt his cock spring as he pulled it
out of my ass.  He rolled back on his other side.  I shoved my well
lubricated cock back up his ass with ease.  He gave a moan.  That's all
it took for me.  My body shook with pleasure as I pumped shot after shot
of my cum deep into Adam's ass.  I yelled my indications of pleasure,
similar to Adam's.  When I was done, I hugged Adam tightly.  I could
"hear" him smile.  After a minute, I slowly pulled my cock out.
 
We lay next to each other and just giggled.
 
Adam kept looking at me.  Every time, he smiled.  He experienced
something new and he liked it.
 
I stood up and quietly put my clothes on.  Adam did the same.  For a
minute, we just looked at each other.  We kissed again.  I ran my
fingers through his hair as he rested his head against my shirt.
 
I looked at my watch.  "I better get you home."
 
Adam looked sad.  "Shit.  Yeah, I gotta get home."
 
I put my hand under his chin and lifted his face.  He was sad.  I said,
"You're welcome to come over any time you want."
 
Adam smiled and hugged me tightly.  I dropped him off in front of his
house about 30 minutes early.  His father would probably be drunk, but
he didn't care.  Adam said he'd like to come over to help me with my
cars.
 
He returned many times after that to help me with my cars.  We reenacted
that scene again and again.
 
In November, Adam's father was transferred out to the west coast.  I
received an emotional Christmas card from him promising that he'll some
day visit me.  Until then, I'll be waiting.