Date: Tue, 22 Sep 2009 13:25:08 -0700 (PDT)
From: Rob Hoek <storyguy22@yahoo.com>
Subject: Adam's Afternoon

Adam's Afternoon
By
Storyguy22


   Adam crouched low behind a large bush and stared intently at the house
across the street from his position. His sky-blue eyes flitted from window
to window looking for any sign of life inside the house, and his smooth
forehead wrinkled with the growing stress he was feeling. He knew that the
middle aged man that lived in the house was in there even though he hadn't
seen a whisper of movement since the old guy had left the front porch chair
and gone inside soon after Adam had taken up his perch behind the bush.

   Adam sighed heavily and his hand went to grip the rigid tube of his very
hard young erection and he shuddered as he rubbed the stiff four inches of
boy-cock. Why, he wondered, was he being so chicken? I mean gosh, hadn't
his friend Tommy told him that the old dude in the house just loved young
boys, and their always hard erections, and better still Tommy swore that
the guy would happily play with his cock, and even suck it until he
squirted his stuff. If Tommy was to be believed the man would even let a
boy shoot off inside his mouth and then actually swallow the stuff, and
Adam could think of nothing else he more wanted to experience than all of
that, and he let out a soft little groan as he imagined how amazing
something like that must feel. He rubbed his boner some more, and resumed
his careful study of the windows that faced the street as he hoped for some
sign of the old guy.

   He considered just going over there and knocking at the door, but that
seemed kind of forward, he thought, thinking it better if the guy would
come back outside so he could just kind of walk slowly past the house and
hope the man said something to him to kind of break the ice. That was how
Tommy said it happened with him, that the guy was out watering or something
when he walked past the house, and the guy had started a conversation that
ended up with Tommy going inside on the pretense of having a soda or
something, and ended up with Tommy all naked, and the old dude playing with
his stuff, and then sucking him off.

   Man, I really need to figure some way to make the guy notice me, Adam
worried, his hand still busy rubbing the front of his shorts where his
boner tented them out. And then it hit him, and he stood up, his young cock
pulsing strongly inside the tight white briefs he wore under the shorts. He
moved over to where he had stashed his backpack, and fished around inside
it until he came out with the Frisbee he carried everywhere, and then he
stepped out from behind the bush, and crossed the street. Stopping at the
corner of the mans low fence, he began tossing the Frisbee and then going
after it, and when he was directly in front of the mans house, he whirled,
and tossed the Frisbee hard in the direction of the front window. The
spinning disc banged into the window with a loud thud, and Adam stood on
the sidewalk facing the house, hoping that the noise might attract the
guy's attention.

   The quickly conceived plan was successful, and in a moment the front
door of the house swung open, and the old dude stepped out onto the porch,
his gaze turned toward the window where the Frisbee had crashed. Adam's
heart leapt in his chest, and his pulse quickened as he willed his penis to
stay soft, well, mostly anyway, as he watched the man bend down to retrieve
his Frisbee, and then turn, as he scanned the sidewalk. His gaze drifted
across Adam, and then swung back to rest on the boy, and Adam ventured a
sheepish look and a small grin as he shrugged his narrow shoulders. The man
stared at him for a moment, his eyes flitting over the slight boy at his
front gate, and he expertly catalogued the inventory of delightful parts
that made up the very cute young lad.

   Oh yes, the man thought as he ran his gaze over Adam, a serious beauty
of a boy, definitely. What, fourteen maybe...?...thirteen...?...not that it
made any difference to the man, he loved all these young hotties, anywhere
from about twelve on, at least until they matured too much and began taking
on all those mannish features. And this one was a fine specimen to be
sure. Maybe five-four or five-five, and petite in that boyish slim kind of
way that he liked so much; and cute as a button, his shaggy blonde hair
falling over his forehead and covering his ears and the back of his
neck. The boy was fidgeting, his small hands swinging at his sides as his
tennis shoe clad feet shuffled on the walk, and his nervousness was like an
open book to the accomplished boy-lover. He let his gaze settle a moment on
the front of the small shorts the kid had on, and he was certain that he
discerned an ample bulge there, and he felt saliva flood his mouth as he
imagined taking that young treasure into his sucking mouth until he coaxed
an offering of that heavenly nectar from his tender young balls. Ah,
boy-honey, the man thought as he forced his eyes up to meet the very
stunning blue ones that stared back at him. Gripping the Frisbee in his
hand, the man moved down the sidewalk to approach the boy, and when he
reached the gate, she paused, and smiled his best good-guy smile. The kid
blinked rapidly, and sucked in a big breath as the man spoke, and said,

   "Hi there, Little Buddy; I'm going to guess that this Frisbee that
smacked my window is yours...?"

   Adam gulped, searching frantically for his voice as he nodded his head,
and finally mumbled,

   "Um, yea...I guess so...I'm...um...really sorry about hitting your
window, Mister."

   The man chuckled softly as he glanced back over his shoulder at the
window, and then he replied,

   "Well, no real harm done apparently Son...the glass is still in tact,
right?... so it's all good...do you live around here...?...I'm just sure
I'd remember meeting a fine looking boy like you before...?"

   Adam felt his face go hot, and he shook his head, and then nodded,
confused, as he finally blurted,

   "Um, sort of...like a few blocks over, I mean...but we never met
before...I just...um...well...my friend said...oops...never mind!"

   Ah, thought the man, word indeed travels fast among these horny boys,
and this one is obviously a buddy of one of my "special boys" who is
looking for the same treats I gave one of his friends. The man smiled
broadly, and extended his arm, offering the Frisbee to Adam who reluctantly
took it, his eyes dropping to inspect the tops of his tennis shoes. As Adam
took the Frisbee, the man reached out with his other hand and gently
ruffled the boys soft hair as he told him,

   "You look kind of warm and thirsty, young man...how would you like to
come inside and let me fix you a nice cold soda?"

   Adam's heart skipped a beat, and he felt a weird jolting sensation in
his young balls as he realized that the moment of truth had arrived, his
wish was being fulfilled, and he simply nodded his head, and muttered,

   "Uh, okay...sure."

   The man swung open the gate, and as they walked toward the house he
casually draped an arm over Adams shoulders as he asked,

   "So, what do I call you, handsome...?...my name is Bill."

   "I'm Adam." The boy managed, his blue eyes locked on the open doorway to
the house as his mind raced with the possibilities of what might happen
inside there where he would be all alone with this man.

   "Adam, huh...a fine name, and it kind of fits you too, I think...you are
a very nice looking boy, Adam." Bill said as he stepped side to allow the
boy to enter the house ahead of him.

   Inside, Bill closed and locked the door, and then guided Adam to the
living room where he indicated he should sit on the sofa while he went to
gather some sodas for them. Adam settled onto the sofa, and Bill let his
eyes travel over the smooth and hairless legs that extended from the
shorts, and he stole another quick glance at the boy's crotch as he licked
his lips in anticipation before moving off to the kitchen. He quickly
filled two glasses with ice and soda, and then returned to the living room
where he handed the boy his glass, and then sat down along side him. Adam
took a big nervous swallow, his mouth and throat suddenly dry as toast, and
then he set the glass on a table and looked up at the man beside him, his
heart racing with anticipation. Bill smiled warmly, and then set his own
glass down as he inched a bit closer to Adam, and carefully placed his big
hand on the boy's narrow thigh. Adam flinched at the contact, and a small
squeak escaped his lush little mouth, and Bill chuckled softly as he
squeezed the satin smooth leg, his fingers exploring along the hem of the
shorts leg.

   "So, Adam, which of your friends mentioned me to you...?"

   Adam felt his boyhood leap to hardness as the man's wide hand and
fingers played along his upper thigh, and he felt his face go all hot
again, and he muttered,

   Uh...actually, it was...Tommy."

   "Oh yes...Tommy...what a delicious little prize he was...really
delicious...and I venture to say that he enjoyed himself a great deal as
well during our little adventure...did he tell you all about it, Adam?"

   Adam nodded, his eyes glued to the big hand that was working his upper
leg, and he mumbled softly,

   "Uh, yea...sort of, I guess."

   "I see..." said Bill..."and just what did he say happened...?...did he
tell you how I made his stiff little cock feel good, and how I sucked it
until he let me have a nice mouthful of that sweet cream of his?"

   Adam gulped, his boner at full mast now as it pulsed inside the confines
of his tight briefs, and he nodded again as he kind of hissed,

   "Yes...oh man, yes...he told me."

"Nice...very, very nice...he sure tasted good, let me tell you...and I bet
that kind of thing is what brought you here this afternoon too, Adam...am I
right...?...would you like for old Bill to play with your nice young cock,
Adam...and suck on it until you squirt inside my mouth?"


   "Ohhh Gosh...yes...for sure...oh man, Bill...YES!" croaked the highly
excited boy, his hand unconsciously going to his tented crotch to grip his
rigid boyhood.

   Bill chuckled and nodded his head knowingly as he continued to run his
stubby fingers along the silky smooth thigh, and he told the boy,

   "Excellent, Adam...just excellent, and trust me, we will get to
that...now, you just relax and enjoy...nothing bad is going to happen, I
promise...this is all about making you feel wonderful...more wonderful than
you ever imagined."

   Adam swallowed, the huge lump that had somehow formed in his throat
making it difficult, and he heard his racing pulse as a loud roaring in his
ears, but he managed a weak nod of his head as his eyes locked onto the
thick fingers stroking his upper thigh, so very, very close to actually
touching him...there! Bill chuckled softly again, sure in the knowledge
that he had this boy now, there was simply no way he was going to bolt and
miss all that he had probably been dwelling on from the moment young Tommy
had related his own mind-blowing experiences. He let his fingers trail
gently across the soft shorts the boy was wearing, and he smiled as Adam
gasped loudly and nearly jumped out of his skin, and he began lightly
fingering the other smooth thigh, working his fingertips up under the hem
of the shorts.

   "You have such amazing skin, Adam, so soft and smooth...like
silk...touching you feels wonderful...do you like it, too?...I mean, is my
touching you okay?"

   Adam quickly nodded, certain that his voice would fail him should he
attempt a verbal response, and he actually felt slightly dizzy from all of
the intense sensations that washed over his thin trembling body.

   "Yes...?" inquired Bill, and Adam could feel the warmth of the man's
breath on his face as he nodded his head once more.

   "Good boy!" Bill said smoothly as he suddenly moved his exploring hand
to his waist, and then up under his loose tee shirt to stroke the soft skin
of his soft tummy.

   "OH Gosh!" Adam chirped, his lithe body tightening at the man's intimate
touch.

   Running the palm of his hand over the satin smooth tummy, Bill dipped a
fingertip into the tiny indentation of Adam's navel, and the boy
squealed. Bill slid his palm higher, savoring the soft smoothness of the
warm young skin, and he smiled in pure delight when his exploring fingers
ascertained that the boy had small, firm pillows of boy-tits that were
topped by tightly rigid nipples. Sighing in pleasure, he gently squeezed
each small mound in turn, and flicked at the stiff buttons with his
fingertip, and Adam wiggled around, small noises coming from him as Bill
deftly stimulated the small, nearly girly-like titties..

   "How lovely, Adam...very nice indeed...I love a boy with enough tit to
play with, and yours are perfect...may I take off your shirt now...?...I
very much want to see your lovely chest, and tummy."

   Adam shuddered strongly as Bill continued to gently work his small
mounds, and he was amazed at how nice it felt to have the man work his
rigid nipples, and he nodded again, already certain that he was going to
allow this exciting man to do just about everything and anything that he
wanted to his young and lust filled body.

   "Yes!" he managed breathlessly, "Yes...anything...oh, please!"

   Bill chuckled once more and he carefully took the hem of the boy's shirt
in his fingers. He lifted, and Adam leaned forward a little to assist him
in taking the garment over his head, and it was Bill's turn to groan out
loud as Adam's hairless underarms flashed into view. Reaching out quickly
as his other hand tossed the discarded shirt away; he gripped Adam's wrists
in a big hand, and then leaned down to lick one, and then the other creamy
arm pit several times. Adam panted and moaned, and Bill's senses were awash
with the boy's fresh scent and flavor as he slowly tongued the tender patch
of skin. My God, he thought, nothing on earth is as sweet and tasty as a
young boy!

   After a thorough tonguing of the soft armpits, Bill gently pushed on
Adam's chest so that he lay back against the sofa arm rest, his back
against the wide cushion, and Bill paused a moment to drink in the smooth
beauty before him. His eyes went to the dark nipples, larger than he would
have expected, and perfectly round, like brown toned quarters topping those
luscious little pillows of soft flesh. Nary a hair was evident, and Bill
trailed his hungry gaze down over the slim bare torso. He shook his head,
not quite ready to believe his vast good fortune on this afternoon, and he
slowly moved his hands to the boy, one palm moving over the soft mounds and
their stiff little buttons while his other hand moved over the soft tummy
briefly before moving on to pass over the rigid tent at the front of the
small shorts.

   "Ohh man...wow...that feels...amazing!" chirped Adam, his breath ragged
and quick as the very breath seemed to escape his lungs.

   Bill gently pinched the stiff nubbins between finger and thumb as his
other hand manipulated the extremely stiff little nail behind the shorts
and he replied,

   "Yea...?...you like that, huh...good boy...and this...well, this should
be even better...!" And with that, he leaned down, and lapped at each
excited nipple in turn as he alternated licking the sensitive buttons and
sucking them as he continued squeezing and releasing the rigid stalk of
boyhood in his other hand.

   Adam's hands shot out involuntarily, and he grabbed at the back of
Bill's head as the man moved it between his tingling little nipples,
sucking and licking until the boy was sure he was going to explode.

   "OHhhh Gosh...gosh...I never...oh man...it's...oh...I am so hard it
hurts!" croaked a breathless Adam his quivering body alive with incredible
sensations.

   Bill gripped the rock hard boyhood firmly, and lifted his head from the
delicious boy-tits, and he smiled down at Adam as he said,

   "Indeed you are, Little Buddy...hard as steel, like only you young boys
can be...and I love it...what do you say we let this beauty out of these
tight shorts so it can breath a little?"

   Adam offered no reply, but he quickly lifted his pert little ass up off
the sofa, and Bill wasted not a moment in seizing the opportunity offered
as he quickly grasped the small shorts, and stripped them down the
colt-like legs, and dropped them to the floor. He sat back slightly, his
lust-filled gaze taking in every inch of the beautiful young boy who lay
before him clad in nothing but a pair of small white briefs that clung
saucily to the very rigid erection that pushed at them.

   "Oh, Adam!" groaned Bill, "You are just beautiful...so very sexy!"

   Adam blushed brightly, his blue eyes fluttering rapidly as he struggled
to quell his abject excitement at being nearly naked, and obviously all
excited before the lustful gaze of this much older man. He longed for the
man's touch again, and the breath-taking sensations his fingers, lips, and
tongue elicited from his youthful body, and he unconsciously humped his
narrow hips up and down. Bill inhaled deeply, and slowly moved his large
hands forward to resume his maddening stroking of the smooth and tender
flesh that offered itself to him so willingly, and Adam groaned loudly, his
slender arms reaching up to clasp his hands behind his head as he thrust
his hips upward, his reeling mind willing the man to touch him some more,
anywhere and everywhere.

   As if reading the boy's mind, Bill ran his hands all over Adam, and he
bent down to again lick and suck at his tender nipples and soft chest
mounds, and then he trailed his wet tongue all the way along Adam's heaving
torso until he reached the soft cotton briefs. He hooked his fingers under
the elastic, and tugged downward as Adam lifted his little butt up to allow
the small briefs to slide down his legs, and off his feet. His rigid
boy-cock sprang free of its confines, and slapped against his abdomen as
the plump, pink pouch of his balls settled between his silky smooth
thighs. Bill stared open mouthed for a long moment, and then he slowly
shook his head as if unable to believe the abject perfection he confronted,
and then he slowly resumed his maddening touching, so very slow, and
gentle.

   Adam closed his eyes, a heavy sigh swelling and then deflating his
narrow chest as he savored every sensation of the man touching him
everywhere, his skin tingling with excitement as his young balls ached, and
began to boil. Finally, Bill wrapped his wide hand around the boy's
erection, a narrow tube that he calculated to be a good four inches in
length, possibly a bit more, and about as thick as a roll of nickels. The
shaft was a healthy pink tone, and the neatly circumcised head was
knob-like, and a faint shade of purple. A steady flow of clear fluids oozed
from the tiny slit at its center, and Bill noted the few wispy blonde hairs
at the base of Adam's proud erection. His balls were surprisingly plump and
full as they swelled the hairless and crinkled sack that held them, and
Bill carefully held their weight in his free hand as he steadily stroked
the rigid boyhood with the other. He fondled the twin orbs inside the
bright pink pouch, and Adam grunted, his small hips thrusting to match his
stroking, and Bill leaned down to run his tongue over the soft skin of
Adam's tummy, the heady scents of the boy's treasures filling his
senses. Pulling back slightly, Bill tongue washed the slippery knob of
Adam's boyhood, and then sat up, and told the boy,

   "Oh, Adam...you are just perfect...beautiful...such a big, hard boy you
are...I want so badly to taste you...to suck you, and savor your creamy
juices!"

   Adam's heart was a trip-hammer inside his chest, and he was scarily even
breathing as he anticipated Bill putting his mouth on his aching penis, and
he thrust the turgid member upward as he squeaked,

   "Oh please, Bill...please...I want that too...please!!"

   Bill smiled widely, and nodded his head. He sensed that he better get on
with this or risk losing the opportunity to feel the boy erupt inside his
mouth as he delivered his creamy offering, so he dropped to his knees on
the floor before the sofa. He pulled on Adam's legs, turning him so that he
was now sitting on the sofa, his shapely legs spread wide on either side of
the kneeling man. Bill moved between Adam's legs, and again grasped the
base of his unbelievably hard boyhood, and he once more tongued the smooth
head, swiping away the tasty dollop of precum that drizzled there, and Adam
sighed heavily. Bill licked the delicious shaft, and then lapped at the
plump pouch of balls before carefully capturing each nugget inside his
mouth as he sucked them. Adam made soft noises of pleasure and his balled
fists hammered at the sofa cushion as Bill deftly lavished his oral skills
on the boy's treasures, and as he took the turgid young shaft fully into
his skilled mouth he sensed the boy losing all control. As much as he
craved that sudden flood of creamy young nectar filling his mouth Bill
quickly pulled off the pulsing young erection, and once more lavished the
plump ball sack before moving on to trail his tongue along the silky smooth
inner thighs from scrotum to knee, and then back up on the other side. Adam
panted and cooed, his spindly body writhing on the sofa as his feverish
brain struggled to register the myriad of amazing new sensations that
washed over him. For one fleeting second the boy feared that the man had
changed his mind, and that he was going to stop all of the wonderful things
he had been doing when Bill suddenly straightened up and then pushed his
big hands under Adam's tiny butt, gripping the firm little mounds tightly
as he applied enough power to forcefully flip the boy over so that he was
face down on the sofa.

   Bill couldn't contain the low groaning sound that escaped from his chest
as he stared hungrily at the perfectly formed little apple-butt that he
faced, and he took a moment to savor its perfection. So small and perfectly
round, the sculpted little mounds jutted saucily from the flat of his back,
and the cleft that divided the tight pillows was equally as perfect, and
Bill felt his mouth fill with saliva. He reached out and gripped a snow
white globe in each hand, squeezing the taut flesh with his fingers, and
Adam actually had to stifle the urge to giggle as he wondered why on earth
the man would show such an interest in his butt. A second later he knew the
answer to that as Bill tugged the succulent mounds apart, and then jabbed
his tongue into the damp crease between them, and swabbed over the tiny
little pucker that waited there.

   "OHhhh Jeez...!!" Chirped Adam as Bill slavered over his most guarded
orifice again and again, the strange and wonderful sensation taking him to
ever higher heights of pleasure.

   Bills taste buds exploded, the fresh and virginal flavors and scents of
the boy causing his rigid cock to emit a stream of precum into his
underwear, and lifted the boys midsection so that he could work a hand
under him to resume fondling his leaking boyhood and dangling balls as he
lapped wetly at the tight pink ring, over and over. He flashed briefly on
the thought of fucking this delicious young hole, his cock pulsing strongly
in his shorts, but he just as quickly dismissed the sordid idea, fully
aware that his thick cock would likely cause more pain than the boy could
handle at this juncture. He did succumb to the temptation to at least
sample the tender interior of this unexplored territory, and he slid a
finger along side his probing tongue to tickle at the wrinkled opening as
he licked it. Adam squealed as Bill poked at the tight pucker, and he let
out a low wailing sound as Bill eased the finger past the resistance of his
sphincter, and slowly worked it up inside the hot little hole.

   "GOD...oh, God...what...?....oh...oh...!" chanted Adam as Bill began to
finger his ass, the finger probing his tender rectum and gliding over his
sensitive little inner gland.

   Bill could feel the increased flow of the boy's juices as he fisted the
rock hard boner and fingered the incredibly tight little hole and he knew
that the boy was very close to an explosive orgasm. Reluctantly, he
withdrew his finger, and quickly flipped the panting boy over again, and
then dove straight down on that oozing boner, taking its full length into
his mouth as he sucked it, his head bobbing steadily until Adam bellowed
loudly, and thrust his cute little butt sharply upward as his cock flexed,
and then erupted. The flow of creamy boy-honey quickly filled Bill's mouth
as it jetted again and again, and Bill savored the slightly nutty taste of
the viscous fluid as it washed over his tongue. The volume was somewhat
surprising, copious and thick, and Bill hoped that it would go on forever
even while he knew it was already slackening as he continued to bob over
the pulsing young cock. Adam collapsed totally, his lithe body suddenly
that of a rag doll, and he sagged against the sofa, his chest rising and
falling rapidly as he gulped in air. Bill continued to suckle at the
rapidly wilting boyhood as the final dribbles of sweet young cum oozed out,
and he carefully fondled Adam's spent balls with his fingers as if to milk
out the final offerings of their precious juices. Unable to take any more
stimulation, Adam wound his fingers into Bill's hair and tugged at it so
that Bill understood, and sat up, finally releasing the now small and soft
treasures to repose against the silky abdomen. He looked down at the
flushed, sweet face, and he smiled and winked. Adam grinned weakly, and his
head rolled against the cushions as he spoke softly, his voice trembling as
he managed,

   "Yikes...oh man, wow...!"

   Bill chuckled, and bent down to plant a soft kiss on Adam's sweaty
forehead. Sitting back, he reached out to run his hand over the boy's
smooth chest and tummy as he asked him,

   "So, Sweet-stuff...was Tommy right, do you think?"

   Adam shuddered strongly, his slim young body still quivering everywhere,
and he nodded his head, and replied,

   "Oh man, yea...was he ever...and then some...!...we just GOTTA do this
again sometime...!"

   Gently cradling the boy's wilted little penis and balls, Bill just
nodded, and said,

   "Anytime, Little Bud...anytime at all...!"

The End
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