Date: Mon,  2 Jan 2006 20:31:19 -0800
From: adam1984@hushmail.com
Subject: Adam's Awakening Part 8

DISCLAIMER

Adam's Awakening is a story about a young boy's
discovery of his sexuality. It contains graphic
scenes of sex between underage boys.

If it is illegal to read such material where you live,
or if you find the topic nauseates you then please
leave now. If you enjoy the story or if it evokes
memories for you, please let me know. For
reasons that will become obvious, this is the last
part of the story of Adam's awakening.

Adam's Awakening Part 8

Daniel moved away shortly before my fifteenth
birthday. At the time I was fine with it, but as the
days went on, I became more and more lonely
and depressed. It suddenly hit me how much
Daniel meant to me. It was only then that I
realised how much I had loved him. Up until then
it was easy to think it was about the sex, and how
great that was, but I now knew deep down that I
loved him.

It was in the days before the Internet so we had
almost no way of staying in touch. He moved to
the opposite side of the country, even in a
different time zone. We talked about staying in
touch before he left and we agreed that it
wouldn't look right for him to write to me every
day or even every week because nobody else
knew about our relationship. I wouldn't be able to
make phone calls to him because the calls would
show up on my mother's phone bill and I would
get the third degree. We decided that he would
call me once a week on a Tuesday night when
mum usually went out with friends.

So the phone calls began. Every time I heard the
phone ring I started to get nervous. If it was one
of my friends and not Daniel I had to get him off
the line in a hurry so it wouldn't be busy when
Daniel called. The first time he called I felt
overjoyed. He sounded so familiar, yet so distant.
My cock got hard as soon as he started talking
and I realised I had unconsciously put my hand
down inside my pants and was gently stroking it.

When I told him this, he offered to jack off with
me. Needless to say I jumped at the chance and
we talked dirty to each other while we both played
with ourselves. I came really quickly, in my pants.
Daniel came soon after and then we talked. I told
him how much I missed him and how much I
loved him. He told me the same. Finally, he had
to go so we kissed goodnight on the phone.

Once a week for the next couple of months,
Daniel phoned me and we had phone sex then
talked about nothing and everything. My school
work, never brilliant before, dropped away to
zero. I couldn't concentrate on anything as my
thoughts were always slipping away to Daniel:
what was he doing right now? Did he think about
me as much as I thought of him?

Of course, every time I thought about Daniel my
cock got hard! I was masturbating every chance I
got: before I got up in the morning, in the
shower, at school in the toilets, at home in the
afternoon, just before dinner then once or twice at
night. My record was seven times in a day; my
cock was sore by the end of that effort, and I had
no cum whatsoever to squirt anywhere.

Out of my whole existence, the only bright spot
was the visit to stay with my dad every second
weekend and sometimes Luke was visiting his dad
at the same time. By then we'd become like
comfortable lovers: we spent time talking and
weren't just focused on sex. Of course the sex
happened too, and I really loved fucking Luke and
the occasions when he fucked me.

During the first four months or so, the only
interesting thing that happened was that a new
family moved in next door. It was a mother,
father and a son, named Sean, who looked to be
about eleven or so. He was blond and looked quite
cute. We first saw each other in the pool and we
got talking. It turned out that Sean was almost
twelve and looked younger than his actual years.
Although I tried acting nonchalant when talking
about Daniel, Sean said to me that he thought I
really missed Daniel.

Over the next couple of weeks, as we got to know
each other, I started telling Sean a little more
about Daniel. About how I'd been into his
apartment several times and we'd watched TV and
videos. One afternoon, while we were sitting in
the lounge room in Sean's apartment chatting, I
said something that led Sean to believe that there
was more to the relationship than I was letting on,
so he started asking me a few questions.

Suddenly the enormity of what had happened hit
me like the proverbial ton of bricks and I started
crying. Sobbing. Poor Sean was a little
embarrassed and didn't quite know what to do.
When I regained my composure and dried my
eyes, I apologised to Sean. He said it was OK and
put his arm around my shoulders. Sitting like that
on the lounge I told him why I missed Daniel and
the depth of our love.

I know he didn't really understand at that time,
because he told me so later, but he was a
sympathetic ear. We finished up cuddling closely
on the lounge and it seemed the most natural
thing in the world for us to turn to each other and
kiss. It began as a normal chaste kiss that you
might give an aunt, but pretty soon there was
some feeling in it as Sean reciprocated. I could
feel my cock getting hard in my shorts as I threw
myself into the kiss.

Almost without realising what I was doing, I found
my hand on the front of Sean's shorts.
Underneath the material I could feel his cock and
it was as hard as a rock. He moaned into my
mouth and pressed his groin further into my hand.
His cock felt like it was about eight centimetres
long, about the thickness of my thumb, and just
as hard.

Without breaking lip contact, I fumbled and
managed to undo the tie on his swimmers. I felt
him lift his arse off the lounge, giving me the
signal that it was all right to start taking his shorts
off him. He had shorts on that had an inbuilt inner
liner so once I had them down, he was naked
from the waist. Still I didn't break lip contact, but
started gently massaging his little balls, rolling
them between my thumb and my first two fingers.

By now we were exploring each other's mouth
with our tongues as I ran my fingers slowly up his
erect cock. I gently pulled back on his foreskin so
it uncovered the knob. Amazingly, I could smell
the inside of his foreskin and it turned me on
unbelievably. Firmly but gently I pulled his
foreskin back over the knob, then uncovered it
again, continuing this motion.

Sean's arms were wrapped around my shoulders
and I felt them tightening, pulling my mouth ever
closer to his mouth. I could feel his breath almost
gasping. Our teeth were pressing against each
other as our tongues continued their dance. My
fingers and thumb now moved faster and faster,
masturbating Sean, sliding his foreskin back and
forth, covering and uncovering his knob.

His arms pulled me even tighter to him and I felt
his abdomen contract in spasms as his groin
moved jerkily under my fingers. I knew he was
having an orgasm and wondered if it would be dry
or wet, and if it was his first. Suddenly he went
almost floppy, breaking contact with my mouth
and letting his arse slump back into the lounge.
His cock was still hard, but it was dry. He hadn't
developed enough to have wet cums yet.

Once we had calmed down, I realised that my
shorts had a big wet patch. Without realising it,
I'd had an orgasm and squirted spunk into my
shorts. Sean looked at it then looked up at me
and smiled. He reached out and touched the wet
patch, feeling my still-hard cock underneath. He
started pulling at the waist band of the shorts, so
I helped him get them down, exposing my rock
hard cock.

By now, my cock was just about fully grown and I
had quite a respectable bush of pubic hair. Sean
ran his fingers through my bush then down the
shaft to the knob, still covered with my foreskin.
As I looked down, I could see a little pearl of
spunk sitting right on the tip. Without saying a
word, Sean reached out and touched the little
pearl, taking it on his finger to his mouth. He
slurped theatrically and licked his finger, grinning
as he did it.

As we talked afterwards, Sean told me that it was
not the first time he'd played around with another
boy, but the other boy was his own age and had
never taken him to an orgasm the way I did.
Needless to say, he thought it was the most
amazing feeling he'd ever had in his life.

And so began the next phase of my sexual
development. As the months passed, the loss of
Daniel became less and less. It always sounds
trite but time really does heal all ills. And finding a
new love to replace a lost love works too. One
thing is for sure: Adam had certainly awakened by
now!

The end.

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