Date: Sun, 22 Nov 2020 21:41:32 +0000
From: caliboy1991 <caliboy1991@protonmail.com>
Subject: Forbidden Fruit 10

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Chapter 10

Isaiah collapsed on the lower bunk and glanced up at Adam, worried he'd
pushed things too far. Still, the tension he'd felt growing was gone
now. After closing the door, Adam joined him on the bed and sighed, "What
the fuck? I thought I was going to have a heart attack, Isaiah."

Adam hardly ever swore, and the boy wanted to retreat into his shell for
making his boyfriend angry. "I'm sorry, Adam. Maybe I shouldn't have, but
you've been pulling back when I try to get closer, and it sucks."

Like a sail losing its wind, Adam deflated, "Have I? I guess I didn't
realize it. I didn't mean to. I just..."

Isaiah finished the thought, "Didn't want my mom to think you were doing
stuff with me?"

His boyfriend ruefully chuckled, "I guess we don't have to worry about that
anymore. She knows I give you blowjobs now."

Isaiah's face lit up as he remembered the intense electrical feeling that
had shot through his body when Adam sucked him off. Still, he didn't want
the young man retreating from something so fun, "It's not really giving me
blow jobs if you only do it once or twice. But if you sucked me a third
time..."

Isaiah spread his legs open, offering his seme-erect member to Adam.

The young man laughed as he leaned forward, "Fine, but I'll get my revenge
for making me do that in front of your mom later."

Then his tongue touched Isaiah's glans. The electrical sensation was just
as intense as it had been earlier, and the boy was in heaven as Adam worked
his tongue and lips over his now-straining erection. Unlike earlier, when
Amanda was watching, now the young man took his time, kissing and licking
along Isaiah's shaft. It was the weekend; there was no hurry.

Isaiah lost himself to Adam's swirling tongue. For a fleeting moment, he
wondered why he had ever thought Josh might have been worth a kiss. His mom
was right. God must have brought Adam into their lives because the young
man was so perfect in every way. His hips jolted as his boyfriend engulfed
his entire length. Another wordless moan escaped his lips as he felt
himself awash in his passion. It was loud enough for his mom to hear, but
now, now, it didn't matter.

A high-pitched squeal escaped his lips as his penis jerked. Isaiah
shuddered as he felt his little bit of ejaculate squirt into Adam's
mouth. The young man's lips and tongue kept at it until the stimulation
overcame him and his hands pushed Adam's head away. Overwhelmed by the
intensity of his orgasm, he exhaled, "Fuck! That was good."

Adam lightly smacked him in the side of the head, "Your mom gave you a free
pass this evening. Don't let her catch you cussing, okay?"

Still reeling from his climax, Isaiah nodded, "Yeah. I want to do that a
lot more."

Chuckling, Adam said, "It's a good thing your cum tastes so sweet. I think
I might become addicted to you."

The look in Adam's eyes was enough to fill the boy with certainty. This was
right for them. He didn't know why people thought it was wrong. Not when it
felt so right. Unable to resist, he leaned forward and kissed his
boyfriend. In addition to the sweet taste of chocolate cake and the
familiar taste of Adam, there was something else in the kiss. Was that his
own cum?

The taste on his tongue made him want more of Adam, and before he could
properly finish shoving his tongue as deep into Adam's mouth as possible,
Isaiah's head dropped a bit and kissed at Adam's beautifully smooth
nipples. But those weren't his objective, just a slight detour. He nearly
ignored Adam's innie bellybutton as his fingers wrapped around the base of
the young man's erection. The silky smooth skin above Adam's penis felt so
different against his lips than the pubic hair that once covered where his
lips now kissed. This was so much better. He hoped Adam would keep shaving.

There was a slickness on Adam's penis as the boy's tongue licked across
Adam's glans. Apart from a slight sweetness, it was tasteless. Before
putting his mouth over his boyfriend's penis, he glanced at Adam's face. He
lay back against the pillow, his eyes closed. Good, Isaiah thought. He
wanted to take his time and explore Adam's penis.

Isaiah's jaw popped as he slid the large head inside his mouth. But the
release of pressure felt better as he adjusted to Adam's tip. Running his
tongue over the young man's piss slit filled Isaiah's taste buds with more
of that slight sweetness. Then, he pulled back and licked and kissed down
the bottom of the large penis until he reached Adam's ball sack. Unlike
times in the past, now it was smooth too. In a fit of curiosity, Isaiah
felt his own scrotum. Sure, it was a lot smaller. Of course, his balls were
a lot smaller too. But somehow or another, Adam had managed to shave down
there to the point he was just as smooth as Isaiah. And it felt fun playing
with the twenty-year-old's balls, kissing and licking them before he worked
his way to the tip again.

Adam had told him on several occasions that the young man's penis was just
average. But to Isaiah, it was huge, and he loved the feel of the soft skin
over rigid muscles. Especially as the boy added a second inch in his
mouth. No matter what Adam might say, Isaiah disagreed as he managed a
third inch. But now, Adam was pressing against the roof of his
mouth. Another inch and Isaiah's tonsils would be forced back.

Breathing through his nose, Isaiah mimicked the bobbing motion Adam had
performed on him, and even though he came close to gagging, he fell into a
rhythm that elicited a long, low moan from his boyfriend.

His jaw started to hurt after Isaiah had been going a couple of minutes,
but another moan came from the head of the bed before Adam said, "Watch
out, I'm about to blow!"

And before Isaiah could decide if he should pull back, the rigid fleshy
pole in his mouth grew even harder and then shuddered in his mouth as salty
fluid erupted from Adam. It wasn't like his own. Spasm followed spasm,
blast after blast, as the boy had no choice but to swallow the salty,
slightly bitter liquid overflowing from his mouth.

A glob of white goo beaded on Adam's penis after Isaiah pulled back, a
couple of whitish rivulets ran down the corners of the boy's mouth. The
heavy taste of Adam on the boy's tongue was unfamiliar. While he had tasted
worse things, Isaiah wondered if he would acquire the taste for Adam's cum
the same way his boyfriend liked his own semen.

Adam opened his eyes, "Sorry about that. I tried to warn you, but you were
doing such a great job, I lost myself."

Isaiah swallowed again. "No problem. Did you enjoy it?"

Adam nodded as he pulled on Isaiah, pulling him toward his face. After a
long, drawn-out kiss, Adam said, "Yeah. That was the best yet. Who could
have imagined loving you would be so fun?"

***

Isaiah's soft breathing brought a tired smile to Adam's face. They had both
sucked each other off a second time. Well, a third time for the boy. But
now, he really needed to pee.

As careful as possible, he slid off the bed and hurried to the door. A
glance down the short hall showed a flickering light in the living room
from the TV. He thought about putting something on, but his clothes were
still in the living room, where Isaiah had taken them off. Shaking his
head, he stepped across the hallway into the bathroom. By the time he was
finished, his bladder felt like normal. Before turning to go, he ran his
hand over the smoothness created by his safety razor. It did feel
good. Perhaps if he hadn't already orgasmed twice, his penis might have
stirred. Instead, it happily lay dormant, three inches softly laying
against his balls.

Involuntarily, he yawned and headed back to bed. When he opened the
bathroom door, a voice from the living room said, "Isaiah, honey, is that
you?"

Standing in the doorway naked, Adam was tempted to ignore the voice and
hurry back into the room he shared with Isaiah. But Amanda had been so good
to him, especially after the boy's efforts earlier in the evening. He said,
"It's Adam."

"Can you come here, sweetie?"

Still standing at the door, he said, "I'm afraid I'm still undressed,
Amanda."

"That's alright. After this evening, I think I can handle a little nudity."

Wondering what Amanda wanted, Adam came into the living room. She was still
on the couch, but some romantic comedy with Hugh Grant played on the TV.

When she looked up and saw Adam, Amanda's eyes lingered over his crotch,
covered by his cupped hands, briefly before returning to Hugh Grant. "I
couldn't sleep. What's your excuse?"

Adam felt uncomfortable as he came over and sat on the other end of the
sofa, still covering himself. He didn't understand why he felt that
way. What he felt for Amanda came close to what he'd call love, but it
wasn't anything like his feelings for Isaiah. In his jumbled mind, Amanda
was like the friend he'd always wanted Becky to be, as well as what might
feel like to have a big sister.

"I had to pee. What time is it?"

"A bit after midnight. I was about to head to sleep, but Isaiah's loud."

The heat rushed into Adam's face as he recalled the boy's squeals as he
came. "Oh, God, I'm sorry."

Amanda hit the pause button and turned to face him, "No, sweetie, I'm
sorry. I had no idea Isaiah had planned to force you and me to accept the
full nature of your relationship."

Adam shook his head, "I wanted to stop it. I couldn't afford to piss you
off."

Amanda reached across the couch and touched his knee, "You didn't. It was
naïve of me to think Isaiah would be content to play at romance,
happy with some kisses and hugs. He wants everything you have to offer
him. And, even though it's weird hearing him when you..."

Adam felt a measure of relief Amanda didn't finish the sentence. But she
did go on, "And you. I know you want everything he has to offer. That's
what love is about, Adam. I wish I had found it with Adam's father."

Amanda had never talked about the boy's dad. All Isaiah had told him was he
had never met the guy. The young woman shrugged, "And to think, I thought
when I first met you in the fellowship hall, the two of us might have had a
chance."

She chuckled in the darkness.

The admission left Adam at a loss for words. The silence lingered until he
managed to say, "I had no idea. Getting to know Isaiah was really how I
came to terms with being gay. I'd had other stuff happen when I was in
junior high and high school, but I'd tried to chalk them up to
experimenting. That lie brought me some comfort for a while, but your son
shattered that illusion."

Amanda moved over until only a few inches separated them, "When I realized
you were destined for Adam, I gave up on hoping for something between
us. But I'm still terribly fond of you."

As if that admission were permission, she leaned against Adam's arm and
continued, "I'm flying blind through all this. I love my son with
everything I have. And that's how I'm coping. He loves you so much, and it
hurts me watching him fall in love again, thinking he was heading for
another disappointment. Only this time, I thought it would be worse than
with Josh. I prayed every day that God would give me something. A sign, a
miracle. Anything to save Isaiah from a broken heart.

"I never imagined when we met that you were the answer to that prayer,
Adam. I know this is messed up. I know I'm supposed to think what you have
with Isaiah is wrong. But I've been watching your romance blossom, and the
two of you share a beautiful innocence. Nobody can convince me God thinks
what you have is wrong."

Adam wasn't so sure. But Isaiah was too important to him to listen to the
arguments that had once held sway over him. He said, "That means a lot to
me. When I feel so in love, it's easy to forget that this is all new to
you, too."

Amanda reached an arm around his torso and hugged him, "Maybe so. But I
love you, even if it's somewhere between how I'd feel about a boyfriend,
brother, and friend. There's nobody else I'd want Isaiah to grow up loving
than you."

Smiling at the warmth of Amanda's hug as well as her words, Adam said,
"Thanks. We'll try to keep it down and not make things too weird."

"Oh, sweetie, don't do that. Be yourselves."

Adam wasn't sure she really meant it. "I don't know that you'd really want
Isaiah and me to be lounging around naked in the living room. After this
evening, I don't think I am."

Amanda leaned over and kissed him on the cheek, "Suit yourself,
sweetie. But I wouldn't mind. Well, I probably wouldn't want to find Isaiah
riding your cock on the couch. I'd be fine with you boys keeping that in
your room."

She laughed nervously as she exited the movie. "I'm glad we got a chance to
talk."

She climbed to her feet, "It is getting late. And I should get on to bed."

Adam stood, "Yeah. Me too. Thanks for everything."

There wasn't much space between them, as Amanda said, "Anytime."

Then, she took a small step forward and leaned up and kissed him. This
wasn't like the little pecks she had given him when he'd been lying beside
Isaiah. This was different. There was a depth of longing in the kiss. But
also sadness.

Amanda pulled back, "I'm sorry, Adam. I had no right. It's just..."

Even though the kiss was over, the memory lingered. Even though it felt
different than how Becky used to kiss him, it reminded him of his ex's
kisses. Despite something stirring between his legs, he felt no spark and
doubted he ever would.

But his hand reached out and took hers, "It's okay. I didn't mind. Good
night. See you in the morning."

Adam turned and walked back to his bedroom. He stopped at the door and
watched Amanda head to bed. He felt a mixture of sadness and elation. He
was powerless to do anything for her. Despite her kiss, all he felt was
something familial for her. His elation came from knowing he was no longer
constrained in his feelings for Isaiah. They could be unreservedly
together, at least within the boundaries of their bedroom.

He closed the bedroom door behind him and slipped under the covers next to
Isaiah. After spooning the boy, he closed his eyes. He tried praying for
Amanda, that she would find someone who completed her like Isaiah did
him. But before he finished, he was sound asleep.