Date: Sat, 22 Sep 2007 08:18:57 -0700 (PDT)
From: Mark Adams <mark.stories@yahoo.com>
Subject: Temptation of Adam - Chapter 10

Disclaimer
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This story is a work of fiction. It contains sexual content between
underage and adult males which may be inappropriate or illegal where you
live. I do not condone the actions or choices of the fictional
characters contained within this story. If you are offended by this or
if it is illegal where you live, please go no further. Why would you?


....But the Lord God called to the man, "Where are you?"   Gen. 3:9



....From the last chapter...


"Thank you, precious Adam.  For everything," I told him, and snuggled
him close in my arms before kissing him lightly atop his precious little
button nose.  I looked past him, out the window into my glowing paradise
beyond, and then back at the boy I'd found to share it all.  I felt his
chest rise and fall as I looked upon his smiling, sleeping face as I
drifted into dreamland...



Temptation of Adam - Chapter 10
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I had been awake for quite some time Sunday morning before the sun rose,
the time I would normally go to the gym.  I thought about how ordered my
life was, how 'perfect' it must have seemed to so many others, and how
unfulfilled I was until I had met Adam.  He had brought unexpected,
unplanned joy to my life, and I felt so strongly for him that it seemed
amusing to think I had only met him yesterday.

I couldn't believe the events of the previous day, and I feared they
couldn't continue.  No, I knew they couldn't really continue.  I had to
return Adam to his mother eventually, of course.  We both had school to
finish up this month, so our special weekend was coming to an end.  The
prospect of a 'normal' life for a man my age and a boy was
incomprehensible.  Could I live an entirely secret life with Adam, and
was that fair to him?

A million thoughts went through my mind that morning, a mixture of good
and bad, happy and sad.  But I kept coming back to the sight of the
precious gift lying beside me in my bed.  Adam was, without a doubt, the
most beautiful person I had ever seen, even when he slept.  His mouth
turned up at the corners in a peaceful smile, looking like someone
pretending to be asleep.  His arm was draped across the bedspread
between us, holding his stuffed animal by the leg.  In my bed...  And he
was also, without a doubt, the most interesting person I'd ever met--
adult or child.

I wondered if the events of last night made me a pedophile, and although
they almost certainly did, I couldn't seem to identify with the
stereotype.  I wondered how long I'd had these secret dreams, so secret
they remained hidden even from myself.  As I sifted through some of my
childhood and youth, I had to admit these feeling did not begin with Adam...

I thought about what we had done, and didn't even know how many laws I
must have broken.  I hoped I had not done any emotional damage.  I had
been conditioned to think that our actions had scarred him for life, but
I just couldn't seem to believe that. From a purely selfish perspective,
however, I had put absolutely everything at risk for one night of
pleasure.  With Adam...  If any of this ever got out, I risked losing
everything-- my home, my paradise, my family... my freedom.   And I
wondered if Adam would feel the same in the morning light, or if he felt
the same way for me.  Could he?

I wondered about Adam's life and the events that had conspired to create
such an incredible person, so intelligent at such a young age.  What it
had been like for him to grow up without a father, and caught between
two cultures without fully being a part of either.  And yet he seemed so
well-balanced, much more so than those, such as myself, who had been
given so many opportunities.  Perhaps it was precisely that which had
made him who he was. He had faced loss from before he could remember,
and instead of souring on life, he chose to see opportunity and he was
thankful for everything he received.  He had a zest for living, even
while living a life most would not choose.

I also wondered what would become of him when his mother passed on, but
that thought was just too much for me to consider.  I knew how 'the
system' treated children in Adam's situation, and the thought made me
almost sick to my stomach.  Someone like Adam would be destroyed in that
environment.  Or would he, again, find the best in life and thrive?

"Good morning," Adam said softly, his high voice breaking me from my sad
train of thought, and I looked over at him and smiled.  I couldn't help
but smile.  He was wiping the sleep from his lovely eyes.

"Good morning, buddy," I told him and scooted over to him and kissed him
above his precious little ear, and then again on his permanently flushed
and dimpled cheek.  When I pulled back, he sat up and leaned over,
returning the peck right on my lips.  As he sat up, he noticed he was
holding his little stuffed animal, and he pulled the monkey up onto his
lap.  "How did Georgie get in here?" he inquired.  I suppose he'd
probably named the monkey after Curious George.

"I saw you put him in your bag," I admitted.  "I thought you might wake
up in a strange place and want him nearby."

"Thanks, Mark," he said.  "But your house is definitely not strange."
He smiled sweetly, his lovely lips shining. "I'm not scared at your house."

"I know," I told him reassuringly.  "How did you sleep?"

"Great," he said. He pulled the covers back, revealing his morning wood
and again I was almost startled by its beauty, its perfection.  "I need
to pee," he announced, sliding off the bed, releasing George and
grasping his wiener, holding it as he padded toward the bathroom.  He
reached back and rubbed his backside as he walked, and I shook my head,
chuckling.  I don't ever remember feeling that comfortable with my body,
especially at that age.  I got up and followed him into the bathroom to
brush my teeth and, perhaps, to get a peek at him peeing.  As I
approached the sink and began brushing my teeth, I saw him standing at
the toilet, and I noticed his posture, his belly pushed out in front of
him as he aimed at the bowl, letting his semi-erect penis shrink.
"Ahhhh..." he said as relief came.  He shot me a mischievous grin,
checking out my half hard cock, before returning to the business at hand.

"Don't you pull back your foreskin when you pee?" I asked him, genuinely
curious.

"Sometimes," he mumbled.  He was really intent on peeing.

I moved back into the bedroom, and I could still hear his stream hitting
the water.  This boy had to go...  I pulled on some shorts without
underwear as I heard him flush and move over to the sink to wash his
hands.  When he returned from the bathroom, he stopped at the doorway
and leaned against it.

I admired his now-dangling dickie and his ample foreskin.  The way his
uncut penis hung, suspended outward, forward instead of just down, it
reminded me of an elephant's trunk, or maybe an aardvark.  The tip
glistened, moist from his pee, and it wasn't all bunched up.  I loved
how it came to a point before making a little downward turn.  Like him,
it was adorable.

"Are we getting dressed?" he asked, one hand rubbing his tummy's little
six pack, while I put on a shirt.  He seemed a little disappointed.  I
noticed his penis seemed surprisingly large on his body, and it was
almost identical in length and shape to his thumb as he touched his sexy
belly button...

"Well," I said, "not if you don't want to, I guess.  I just thought..."

"Ok," he cut me off. He'd heard all he needed to hear, I presume.  He
went over to the bed and bent over the edge, exposing his suspended sac
briefly as he reached across the bed for Curious George.  He grabbed him
up and headed out of my room, and I heard him calling for Casey.

I exited the room a minute or two later, making a trip down the hall to
check on Adam and I found him brushing his teeth in the guest bath in a
pair of white briefs with giraffes covering them.  This pair was
constructed of a lighter fabric and looked a little tighter across his
butt and package, and I just loved the way he filled both sides out.
His briefs exposed a little cheek below the elastic of his leg band.
Casey was sitting on the toilet watching our boy.

"I thought you weren't going to get dressed," I asked him as he brushed,
a little disappointed myself now.  I rather liked the thought of him
wandering around my house and yard without a stitch on.

"Well I didn't want to be the only one naked," he said, chuckling.
"Besides, I don't want your eyes to pop out," he added, laughing gently
now and I laughed along with him.  He looked so adorable with toothpaste
all around his mouth.

"Too late," I joked.  "But I can't help it.  You're just so...
gorgeous."  I grinned at him.

"Thanks," he said very sincerely before spitting into the sink.  He
turned to me, toothpaste still spread across his lips.  "Your body is
amazing, too." He looked at me while still brushing and talking.  "You
really do look like a bodybuilder, Mark.  I wouldn't wear anything at
all if I looked like you."  He turned to the sink and spit again after
quickly glancing down toward my crotch.

"Thank you," I told him.  I thought it was somewhat ironic that I spent
so much time working out but was uncontrollably attracted to a scrawny
pup like Adam.  I was nearly ashamed of my body in his presence.

He rinsed his toothbrush and set it on the counter, wiped his mouth on
the towel, and then stepped toward me with his arms raised up, the
international sign for "Pick me up."  I lifted him up from his armpits
and, instead of just putting him on my hip, I kept lifting and raised
his groin to face level and kissed his balls and penis on the Y front as
he giggled and squirmed.  I loved the feel of them through the brand new
cotton.  I set him down on the tile and bent over, kissing him on the
top of his messy bed head.

"Did you like what we did last night?" he asked, smiling.  Like most
boys, when he spoke of such things, his hand automatically moved to his
baby bulge. I had been nervous about bringing the subject up, so I was
pretty glad he had.

"Did I like it?" I asked.  "I loved it, Adam!  Believe it or not, last
night was my first time, and I'll always remember last night," I gushed.

"Me, too," he said, "on both counts."  He broke the eye contact and turn
his attention to my swelling shorts, and his right thumb pushed into the
fly of his briefs.  He snaked his left hand up the leg of my shorts,
feeling my smooth balls.  For some reason, I'd never really grown much
hair at all on my scrotum, so it was pretty smooth.  By this point, I
was fully erect and my cock pressed the fabric of my shorts out
grotesquely.  His hand moved up and he ran his fingers through my small
bush.  Having nothing to do with my hands, I reached my right hand out
and ran it through his locks.  "I didn't get to do anything to you last
night," he said, his hand now wrapping around my shaft inside the
shorts, slowly stroking me.  His right hand left his taut bulge and
moved up to squeeze my head through the cotton fabric.

I looked at the scene going on below and it looked so incredibly hot.
So naughty.  Here was a ten year old boy molesting me in my own home.
I noticed a spot of precum soaking through my shorts and onto his
fingertips, and he did as well, looking up at me in surprise.  "You know
what semen is, right?" I asked. He nodded thoughtfully.

"Sperms... right?" he asked, rubbing the stickiness on his fingers.

"Yes, sperm," I agreed, gently correcting him.

"So this is sperm?" he asked, bringing his fingers to his nose and
sniffing like a puppy.  His stroking of my cock had slowed to a
standstill, but he was still latched on like a vice.

"Right," I told him.  "Sperm, or cum.  Well, this is called *pre* cum.
It just sort of leaks out when a man is very excited, like I am now." He
thought about that, and after wiping his fingers on the side of his
underwear, returned his hand to my head and resumed his stroking with
his left hand.  "But if you keep that up, you're going to make me
shoot." I warned him. He glanced back up at me briefly, an excited look
on his face.

"May I see?" he asked, sounding very small but very excited.

"Sure," I said, reaching to the waistband and sliding my shorts down my
legs, exposing myself to my young charge.  I stepped out of them.  He
stared intently at my cock, sticking up and pointing at his face.  "Come
on, let's go in the family room," I told him.

I took him by the hand and led him to the family room and sat on the
couch, taking off my shirt and feeling the cool leather on my back,
butt, and legs.  "Can you take off your undies so I can see yours?"  He
quickly slid his briefs down onto his thighs and I worshiped his little
rod and silky scrotum.  His balls were now pulled up tightly to his
body.  "Could you take them all the way off, please?"  He pushed them
all the way down and kicked them off his feet, and they went flying over
my head!  I loved how the muscles of his abdomen tapered down from his
hips into a V at his groin.

I lifted him onto my lap, facing me, our erections touching briefly.
Being naked in my living room with Adam was heaven, my secret dreams
brought to life.  He reached with his right index finger and smeared the
precum across my tip and my cock jumped.  He giggled sweetly.  "Cool,"
he said. Again, he rubbed the slippery substance between his thumb and
first two fingers.  I smeared my own fingers through my precum and
brought them to my lips, sucking it off seductively.  His eyes widened
with intrigue as he watched.  I guess I was hoping he would mimic my
actions, and I was right.  He slowly brought his finger tips to his
mouth and stuck his tongue out, licking cautiously at his finger.

His eyes looked off to the left and upward, as if pondering the taste.
"Hmm," was all he said, returning his gaze to me, grinning naughtily.
He returned his hand to my shaft and began stroking it again.  "Tastes
funny," he informed me.  "But not bad, or anything..."

"I loved seeing you tasting my cum," I told him, feeling stupid as I
said it.

"I can't make any, can I?" he asked ruefully.

"Well not yet," I informed him. "But you will when you're older."

"When?" he followed up.  A natural question.

"There's no way to know, Adam.  God sets his own timetable for each boy."

"When could you?" he asked, still stroking me gently, but a little
faster.  By now, my dick was making a soft, squishy noise Adam seemed to
find terribly interesting, and I found it hilarious to be having such a
serious conversation in the throes of my passion.

"Ummm," I groaned.  "Well, actually I was your age, but... but that's
not normal."  I moaned and leaned back into the couch, reaching my hand
to his pee pee and fondling it, mostly playing with his foreskin.
"Usually it happens somewhere around 12 or 13, I think."  I reached
around and pulled him toward me by his butt, and he slid closer into
me.  I left one hand on his tight ass, kneading it, and the other
returned to his stem.  I was obsessed with his little hood, and I pulled
on it gently, seeing it stretch.  He moaned now...

"You really like my foreskin, huh?" he asked, now watching my
ministrations on his dick.

"I've never seen one before," I told him.  "And yes, I really love your
foreskin.  It's beautiful..."  Just thinking and talking about his
little hood was pushing me toward the edge.

"Adam," I warned.  "I'm going to cum in a minute..."  He got real
serious and started to stroke me harder, all the way down and back up
again, pulling the skin up over my head on the upstroke.  I leaned
forward a bit and ran my finger into his crack, rubbing at his anus.

"Ahh..." he groaned as I touched one of of his most tender spots.  I've
never really considered anal sex very sexy, but as with many other
things, my experiences with my little boy were giving me a new
perspective.  And he really seemed to enjoy being touched there.

"Don't... stop," I panted, leaning back.  He also leaned back to get a
full view, just as my cum shot out of my cock, hanging in the air
between us, landing on both our groins and stomachs.  I squeezed my eyes
shut as Adam continued to jack me, though slowing his pace.  I opened my
eyes again and saw he was pulling up on my shaft, making me my own
foreskin, puddled with jism, his hand coated in my cum which was seeping
between his fingers.  His other hand was smearing the semen that had
landed on his own cock and balls, massaging it in to his genitals.  Cum
covered my lower abs and soaked my sparse pubic hair.

I reached out and held his soaking, stroking fist.  "It gets sensitive,"
I panted, holding his slimy hand wrapped around my pulsing rod.  He
squeezed me gently as if to test that statement, and my cock jerked in
his hand.  "Uh..."  He giggled.  I looked into his angelic face,
smiling.  He seemed as pleased with himself as I was.

"That," he said firmly, "was cool."

"Stand up," I commanded, and he obeyed, awkwardly standing up on the
shifting cushion in front of me and I assisted by placing my hands on
his hips.  I drew him to me, taking his sexy foreskin between my lips,
nibbling as he cooed.  I could smell his indescribable scent, mixed with
my own seed.  I nibbled gently on his hood for another moment, but Adam
was trying to poke his lovely shaft into my mouth.

I teased him a bit longer before taking his shaft in suddenly, sucking
for all I was worth.  I released one of his bony hips and reached down,
fondling his sticky nuggets, then released him briefly from my mouth and
reached up, pulling his foreskin back between my thumb and index
finger.  I pulled away to inspect my prize.  I saw and felt his moist,
baby blue-tinted head pulsing between my fingers.  I slurped him back
into my mouth, and he instinctively began fucking my face.  I was still
erect despite my recent ejaculation.  Very, very erect.

He held me by the back of my head, pounding away.  I squeezed his ass
hard, helping with the rhythm as I forced him between my lips.
Eventually, his thrusts slowed until he stopped suddenly.  A loud squeal
emanated from somewhere deep inside him and I felt him, for the second
time in less than 12 hours, orgasm in my mouth.  He held the position,
his dickie pressed into the back of my throat and I enjoyed the
sensation of his cocklet pulsing in my throat. My prayers for a mouthful
of Adam-essence remained unanswered, however, but I knew that would come
in time.  Somewhere in the back of my mind, I thought it was ironic that
I should be getting ready for church at about this time, but was instead
worshiping at the altar of Adam, fellating a prepubescent boy and
praying for his seed...

After about a minute, he eased out of my mouth, plopping back onto my
lap, sighing.  I rubbed his smiling cheek, noticing a little smear from
my cum-soaked fingers.  I ran my fingers through his mussed hair. He sat
there, his chest heaving for another minute, before scooting off my lap
and leaning forward, unexpectedly taking my shaft into both his small
hands... and the head of my still hard, cum soaked cock into his mouth.
He began swirling his tongue around my head, making a tight suction
around the first two inches or so of my shaft when the doorbell rang...

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To be continued...
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