Date: Wed, 2 Dec 2020 16:05:09 +0000 (UTC) From: Chubby Boy Subject: Adventures of Adam Goldberg part 4 Adventures of Adam Goldberg Part 4 Usual disclaimers apply. I don't own these characters. This is pure fiction. I welcome your comments. chubbyboyinbama@yahoo.com In the weeks since Barry and Adam had beat each other off in Barry's bed, Adam had become consumed with sex. More than any time before, he could feel his hormones coursing through his veins. And in particular, through the vein that ran along the dorsal edge of his massive cock. Adam would go every day after school to the local YMCA, pay his twenty-five cents for a towel and a key, quickly disrobe, and then head straight for the steam room. Adam had discovered that this was the best place to look for action. Adam, upon learning that his cock was not only above average, but comparatively huge, had stopped wrapping his towel around his waist, but rather threw it over his shoulder. This gave every guy in the locker room and steam room an unobstructed view of his big cock and balls. He often would get hard just from undressing, but this didn't embarrass him as he thought it might. Instead, he found the view of his erection as he walked around naked drew just the right kind of attention. He had even taken to doing this at the gym at school. Rather than quickly dressing and undressing (and never removing his undies), Adam, now stripped completely naked and showered during gym class, making sure that everyone could see. He saw a few lingering glances, but no one dared speak about it. And obviously he couldn't do at school the things he did at the Y. He had become "a regular" at the Y, and always, without exception, found some kind of action. A lot of times it was an old guy or a guy that looked sketchy, but Adam didn't really care. A hand (and more commonly a mouth) was the same as the next. All Adam cared about was getting off. And he always did. He had even found that most of the time, if he waited about twenty minutes after cumming, he could go again. One rainy afternoon when he had no where else to be, he ended up shooting four loads down four different, eager throats. And he was getting plenty of action with Barry too. He and Barry had fallen into a new and exciting new routine. Whenever Barry would come home from school (which was like every other day), he would smile and chat and eat the food their smother shoved in front of his face, but at some point, Barry would give Adam a deathly serious look. Then the two would sneak off to some private corner of the house (Barry's room, Adam's room, the attic, the closet in their basement rumpus room). There, they would each take out their cocks and stand facing one another. Each would take the other's cock in their hand and furiously masturbate the other until they both came hard, often panting and spitting grunts as they shot their load on the other's belly and cock. Barry liked to maintain intense eye contact the entire time. Adam found it a little weird but also intensely erotic. In the steam room, Adam could often barely see the guy servicing him. Here, Barry looked at him the entire time. They would cum, and pantingly wipe up the mess before going back to the table or the living room to interact with the rest of the family as if nothing had happened. Barry was often red in the face after. If anyone noticed, they didn't say anything. Adam loved these sessions. In a way, they were more satisfying than the encounters at the Y. He felt a closeness with Barry. There was an intensity there. But he secretly, desperately wanted Barry to bend at the waist and put his mouth on his cock the way the strangers at the Y did. But Adam was hesitant to ask. There was also a part of Adam that wondered what it would be like to be the one doing the sucking. There were a few times where he thought that one of the strangers at the Y was going to want Adam to return the favor with his mouth, but no one ever really pushed for that, and Adam had wondered, but not acted on those feelings. It occurred to Adam if he sucked Barry first, he could probably get Barry to return the favor. Within a few days, the opportunity presented itself. Adam was once again home alone and once again Barry had showed up unannounced. Adam had the feeling that Barry was now coming home all the time for more than mom's cooking Adam, in a now practiced routing, stripped down to just his socks (white with red bands) and lay naked on Barry's bed. Barry came in just as Adam's cock was starting to get hard. Barry no longer pretended to be shocked when he found Adam in his bed. Instead, Barry began to undress, unfastening his belt and pulling down his jeans and white briefs. Barry was rock hard, obviously anticipating Adam's presence in his bed. Barry was about to sit on the bed next to Adam when Adam whispered, "wait." Barry looked at Adam intently but, paused, standing naked from the waist down. Adam sat up and turned to his side, propping up on one arm while using his free hand to grab Barry's cock, coaxing him to stand closer. Barry's knees touched the side of the bed as Adam gently stroked his thick seven inches. Barry exhaled softly, but didn't look away. Adam, feeling suddenly very brave, moved his face within an inch of Barry's dick and inhaled deeply. Barry, sensing what was coming (and his own moment of bravery), reached out and placed his hand on the back of Adam's head, taking a fistful of curly hair into his hand. Adam looked up at Barry, his eyes wide. Excited. Scared. Adam opened his mouth wide as Barry slowly moved his hips forward, pushing the head of his cock into Adam's mouth. Adam instinctively closed his lips around Barry's cock. Barry, let out a low moan as he exhaled slowly. Adam, mimicking what he had experienced strangers do to him at the Y, began to slowly move his mouth up and down on Barry's shaft. Barry's eyes rolled back in his head for just a moment as a wave of pleasure washed over him. But then his eyes were back in constant contact with Adam's. Adam's eyes were wide. Adam was shocked at his own actions. He couldn't believe his was sucking a cock. Let alone his own brother's. Even though he had planned the entire thing, he couldn't believe it. Barry now placed both hands on either side of Adam's head and slowly began to fuck Adam's mouth. Barry quickly went deeper and deeper until each stroke caused the tip of Barry's dick to slide just down the back of Adam's throat. Adam gagged with each thrust, but each thrust was over as quickly as it began. Adam's eyes watered. And he thought about stopping, but Barry's grip on his head was firm. And even if part of him wanted to stop, part of him didn't. Barry, who normally sought to "nut" as quickly as possible, was taking things slowly this time. Something about this encounter was definitely different. Adam would quickly learn that while beating off was just quick fun for Barry, other activities got his undivided attention and Barry would take his time. Adam moved around, sitting up and swinging his legs off the side of the bed to get a better angle, all while Barry held his head in place, ensuring that Barry's cock didn't slip out of Adam's mouth. As Barry gently thrust in and out of Adam's mouth, Adam realized how quiet the room was. The occasionally low moan or exhale from Barry, the occasional grunt from Adam when Barry would go a little deeper, a muffled gagging sound. Adam's own breathing, now heavy, through his nose. The gagging wasn't too bad, but Adam was definitely feeling it, as tears now streamed down his face. It wasn't pain exactly, but discomfort to be sure. Adam wondered if maybe he had bit off more than he could chew (so to speak), but another part of him knew he didn't want to stop. After a long time, Barry finally pulled Adam's head back and up off his cock, allowing Adam to gasp to catch his breath. Barry let his hang linger on the side of Adam's face for just a moment, which Adam felt was somehow more intimate than having his cock in his mouth. "Lay down," Barry said as he went to his night stand and rifled through a drawer. "I want to try something." Adam suddenly felt an overwhelming sense of dream and excitement. He was simultaneously confused while knowing exactly what was going on. "What...what do you want to try?" Adam said, an undesired squeak sneaking into his voice. "Just lay down.....on your belly." Barry said. He wasn't exactly harsh, but his tone was no nonsense. What had Adam gotten himself into? Adam wanted to protest, to just call the whole thing off right now, but when he told his mouth to say those words, he instead found himself laying down and rolling over onto his belly. Adam's hormones were apparently calling the shots. He had to adjust his raging boner underneath him to be comfortable. He couldn't see Barry except out of the corner of his eye, but he knew he had something in his hand. A small jar. Adam yelped at Barry's touch. In one quick motion, Barry's fingers placed a cold, thick, sticky substance on Adam's butthole. The yelp was more from surprise than anything. Barry gently rubbed the substance (he would later learn was petroleum jelly) into Adam's hole, which for the brief moment it was happening, Adam had to admit felt like heaven. Then Barry removed his hand and Adam felt the bed shift as Barry climbed into the bed and hovered over him. Adam felt Barry's weight on top of him and Barry's lips came within inches of Adam's ear. Barry whispered: "It's just something I sued to do with Lani. You'll like it. But whatever you do, don't fight me. It just makes it worse." Adam was suddenly terrified at what he knew was coming. Adam braced himself (again, likely the worst thing he could have done) as he felt a warmth and then a pressure on his tight virgin butthole. Adam had never even stuck a finger there. Over time, Adam would come to understand the mechanics of what they were about to do. And he would enjoy it those times when his partner took time to loosen, rim, etc. He would learn to relax prior to penetration. But Barry didn't have that much experience, and neither did Adam. Adam felt first just a pressure like he was being poked, but then he felt a searing pain as the head of Barry's cock popped inside Adam's butthole. Adam yelped. The paid was intense and Adam was sure that Barry had torn him open or ruptured something important, and after a short moment at first where Adam was out of breath and couldn't cry out, Adam caught his breath and actually shouted, "Take it out! Take it out Barry!" Barry paused, not going in farther in then just the tip, but he didn't pull out. Instead, Barry whispered calmly in Adam's ear. "Shhhhh....Shut up." Adam didn't really understand this. The house was empty. No one was going to hear. Adam panted in pain, "please take it out Barry....take it out...take it." Barry cut him off. "Shut up....just let me do it...." As Barry calmly spoke, he began to slowly slide further into Adam. The pain intensified and Adam couldn't speak, once again breathless. "it only hurts at first.....and it's always over quick when I do it like this...." Adam was powerless to stop Barry as he began to slowly stroke in and out of Adam. Adam couldn't catch his breath at first, and thought it might pass out from the pain. Barry continued to slowly slide in and out of Adam as Adam finally caught his breathe and devolved into a pattern of repeating, "take it out.....take it out...." True to his word, it didn't take long, but to Adam it seemed like Barry had been tearing him up for an eternity. As Barry started to cum, he shoved his hips hard into Adam's ass, causing an extra jolt of pain. Adam cried out again as Barry emptied his balls inside of Adam. When Barry was finally finished, she mercifully pulled out of Adam and lay next to him on the bed. As Barry caught his breath, Adam rolled onto his side in silence, facing away from Barry. Mostly so Barry couldn't see the real tears on his face. They lay in silence. Adam had been shocked and scared and focused only on the pain while Barry was inside him. But now that Barry had pulled out, Adam felt empty inside. He worried for a moment that Barry had messed up his insides. If he had to go to the hospital how was he going to explain this to his mom? Adam discreetly put his hand down to touch his butthole. He expected to find blood or worse, his guys smashed up and leaking out, but instead nothing. A little petroleum jelly was all. Even Barry's cum was all securely inside him. No trace of it outside. The thought of this gave Adam a thrill. In this moment, Adam realized two things. Once, Barry had been wrong, it hadn't just hurt at first, it had hurt the entire time and still hurt a little. The second thing he realized was that he loved it and couldn't wait to do it again. Just then, Barry placed his hand on Adam's arm. Barry was behind him and couldn't see his face. Barry assumed a similar position on his side, the big spoon to Adam's little spoon. Adam, without thinking, decided to milk to situation for all it was worth. "I didn't hurt you did I?" Barry said. He said it in the way a big brother says it when he isn't really worried about his little brother's well being, but rather is worried he might get in trouble for having done whatever he did. "It really hurt Barry! It didn't just hurt at the beginning like you said it would. It hurt the whole time. It still hurts!" Barry snuggled close, and Adam felt Barry's cock, still hard, brush against his ass. For a second, he felt his own cock tingle. "I'm sorry Adam, but it won't hurt as much next time." Adam flipped around on his other side to face his brother, affecting his best "pissed off" face, "What makes you think there will be a next time?" Barry smiled and looked down as he took Adam's rock hard nine inches in his hand and gently stroked as he said, "this does.." Adam looked down at Barry's hand on his cock. The implication was clear. Adam must not have hated it too much if his dick was still this hard. Adam wanted to pretend to still be mad, but he heard himself giggle in spite of himself. Barry smiled his big toothy grin as began to beat Adam's meat. Adam lay back and let the pleasure wash over him as Barry pleasured him. And as he felt the familiar pressure begin to build, he could think of only one thing: Barry's load still inside him.