Date: Wed, 19 Sep 2007 02:22:53 -0700 (PDT)
From: Mark Adams <mark.stories@yahoo.com>
Subject: Temptation of Adam - Chapter 7

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?


Author's Note
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I hate interrupting the flow of the story for these thoughts and I hope
they don't detract from story, but I'm neurotic enough that I must.
Scroll down a bit if you prefer.  I reread the entire story up to this
point this afternoon to see where I'd left off and saw more typos than I
would have expected.  Argh!  At least they don't affect the story line.
More disturbing to me, however, I noticed Adam's studio apartment from
Chapter 1 spontaneously turned into a two bedroom apartment somehow.
So... let's pretend that, upon their meeting, Mark was so taken with
young Adam that he lapsed into a two or three paragraph dream sequence
about the studio apartment?  And now we return to the story...


....she took the fruit therof, and did eat, and gave also unto her
husband with her; and he did eat.   Gen. 3:6



....From the last chapter...

"I really need a shower," was Adam's only comment.  He didn't try to
cover himself, instead just sort of pinching the foreskin atop his
wiener, sort of rubbing it between his fingers.  I'd already taken more
than I deserved, but I cupped his firm little rump in my hands and then
lightly swatting his bum.

"Go on then," I told him.  "Get showered up and we'll go get something
to eat, ok?"  I gave him my friendliest smile, as if to say everything
was good.

He turned around and scampered around the corner and into the bathroom,
his tiny butt wiggling as a walked.  He hadn't closed the bathroom door
and I could hear the water of the shower being turned on.  I sat back
onto my butt, propping myself against the door to the garage and
adjusting my raging hardon.  Ana's words came back to haunt me.  "What
if he asked you to cross that line?" she had asked.  "Would you still be
so strong?"



Temptation of Adam - Chapter 7
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I thought about his mother's words, and a couple thoughts came to mind.
I obviously was not as strong as I had thought.  And I don't remember
Adam ever asking me to undress him; he certainly did not need any
assistance from me.  I tried to tell myself he was asking for it, though
not with words, but those are the words of a monster.  Had I stolen from
a child?  A child I professed to love?

No, Adam had definitely not asked me to cross any line at all.  In fact,
I had commanded him to strip and he complied only after protesting.  And
I mocked him for his modesty.  But he wasn't scared, and was even
somewhat encouraging.  I was conflicted, and found myself wishing I had
never allowed Adam into my home while, at the exact same moment,
thanking God for bringing him into my life.  I vowed not to even
approach 'that line' unless explicitly invited by Adam himself.

My erection having subsided enough that I could comfortably stand, I
started the washer and began picking through Adam's meager wardrobe,
putting his articles of clothing into the appliance one at a time.  When
I saw his Mickey underwear in the basket, I remembered the piece of
clothing in my pocket and my penis lurched, slamming the brakes on its
detumescence and revving back up to its preferred state.  As I pulled
them slowly from my pants,  I lifted the pair of underwear and inspected
them.  Dirty, but not a sign of poor hygiene.  A little yellowing in
front, but nothing in back.  Surprising, but nice.

I looked over my shoulder toward the bathroom door and, still hearing
the shower running, I drew them to my face, inhaling their intoxicating
aroma, the essence of Adam captured in cotton.  They smelled funky, but
in a very erotic way and I found that strange.  My dick was fully hard
now.  I guess I had become a full-fledged pervert in less than a day.
My cock had been up and down for most of the afternoon and I needed some
release.  Pulling down my trousers and underwear beneath my balls, I
rubbed Adam's underwear along my straining erection.  There was some
precum leaking from my slit (unusual for me) and I knew I wasn't going
to last long.  Which was fine with me since I didn't know how much time
I had.  I thought of Adam standing in the dressing room, pulling up on
his underwear.  The sight of him fully naked in my laundry room.

Eight, twelve, sixteen strokes and I was volleying a tremendous load
onto Spidey's face, crouched down as he was on the spot where Adam's
penis belonged.  My knees nearly buckled, and my breathing was heavy.
My God, that was intense.  As I recovered, I zipped up and threw the
rest of Adam's clothes into the wash, including all but the new outfit
he'd worn out of the store, and debated about the little cum-soaked
briefs.  As the horniness subsided, the guilt started seeping in around
the edges.  Had I just crossed into an area from which there was no
return?  And yet I opted to fold his little briefs and, instead of
adding them to the wash, I elected to keep them.  For later... ?

I exited the laundry room and paused by the open bathroom door where
Adam was showering.  Behind that thin, opaque curtain was Adam, singing
some made up song.  Naked.

His treble voice was that of an angel's and, although it was not loud, I
felt as though I could actually feel the vibrations of his perfect voice
in my chest.  I listened for a bit longer until I heard the water shut
off.  I wanted nothing more than to remain in that position, leaning
against the door frame, but I pulled myself away, heading to my bedroom
as I heard the rings of the curtain sliding against the rod.

After placing his now sodden boy briefs in the drawer of my nightstand,
I went into the kitchen to wait for my new little friend.  I found
myself a little hungry and grabbed the last apple from my fruit stand
and took it out, rinsing it thoroughly.  "Don't want to consume any
Alar, right?" I thought to myself, chuckling.  I turned back to the
breakfast bar, leaning against it, and took a bite as I saw Adam coming
from the hall into the family room wearing only a towel wrapped around
his waist.  Cue the burlesque music in my mind's soundtrack.

"Hey, Mark," Adam said as he saw me.  "do you have my clothes?" he asked
as he rounded the bar and entered the kitchen.  I looked down and
noticed nothing but a little bump in the front of the towel.

"Sure," I said, "they're in the laundry room.  I'll go get them."  I saw
him licking his lips a little as he eyed the apple.  "Feeling hungry
yet?" I asked knowingly.

"Yeah," he replied.  "May I have an apple?" he asked, remembering to use
his recently acquired knowledge, and I smiled.

"Sorry, buddy," I told him.  "This is the last one.  Do you want it?"

"We can share it, can't we?" he asked innocently. I wasn't at all sure
why, but the thought of eating after him was somehow a little erotic.
I'm normally a little bit phobic of sharing food or drink.  I extended
my hand, offering him the apple, and I wondered if I was playing 'Eve'
to my Adam.  That thought had a lot of repercussions.

As he brought the apple to his mouth, I noticed he had not chosen a
fresh area from which to bite, as is the custom, but instead sampled
from where I had bitten.  "Mmm," he said, his mouth closed, but full of
the fruit.  Juice coated his lips, making them shine even more, and
dribbled at the corner of his lips and I smiled.  Never before had I
enjoyed watching someone eat as I did at this moment.  He handed the
apple back to me and I deliberately bit from the cavern we had left in
the apple.  As I did so, he reached up and wiped away the juice from the
corners of his mouth, smiling at me as he did so.  His hand was
suspended in the air for a moment before he reached out and rubbed his
wet fingers across my shirt and burst into a fit of giggles.

"Oh, man!" I exclaimed, laughing at his playful gesture. "What's *that*
about?"   He laughed out loud, his mouth still partially full of apple,
and reached out again, smearing the small amount of juice onto the leg
of my pants.  I screeched, set the apple on the bar, and grabbed him
around his toweled waist, lifting him up into a bear hug.  "I'll teach
you to wipe your nasty paws on me!" I yelled in mock horror as he
squealed with delight.  I began tickling him viciously and he was
laughing hard, that kind of laughter you can only coax out of a child.
I gave him maybe 3 seconds to recover before continuing my assault.  He
was ticklish everywhere, it seemed, and I attacked his pits, his sides,
his back.  I looked over and saw Casey on the back of the couch,
watching with amusement and just a touch of concern with how I was
treating her boy.

He lost his grip on the towel as he gyrated in my arms, trying to fend
off the tickling, and I noticed it was starting to slip off his hips.
Remembering my vow, I held it in place for him as I eased off on the
tickle torture and returned him to his feet.

He was still smiling and laughing gently as he came down from his high.
"I thought I was going to lose my towel!" he said, looking at me for my
reaction as he held the towel, pinched between his fingers and thumb.
"You would've liked that, huh?" he asked, and there was no shame on his
face.  Just a knowing grin.

"Yes," I replied truthfully.  "Yes, I would have liked that very much,
Adam."

"Surprise!" he yelled, and my heart stopped as he lifted his arm,
letting go of the towel.  And... it just hung there on his waist!  He
looked down to the towel, his brow furrowed.  Not accepting his surprise
being ruined, he shook his hips like he was playing with a hula hoop and
the towel slowly, seductively slid from his hips to the floor, exposing
his...

Underwear.  He was wearing his his Incredible Hulk underwear, and I
noticed the cartoon character on the front of his briefs did indeed
appear incredible.  Adam looked to be about half erect and, perhaps
because I now knew, I could see the funnel-shaped outline of the tip of
his ample little foreskin protruding in the fabric.  He shrieked in
laughter at the expression on my face.  "I got you!" he squealed, proud
of himself and pointing at me.  "I got you *so* good!"

"Yes you did," I conceded.  "You planned this whole thing, didn't you?"
I asked, still laughing.  He raised his eyebrows up and down repeatedly
like Groucho Marx.  I was impressed he had planned such a clever joke.

"You thought you were going to see my thing again!" he exclaimed again,
still laughing like a little boy, which I suppose he was...  His right
hand shot to his bulge and he pinched his peter absent-mindedly between
his thumb and finger.

"I admit, I did," I returned.  "Come here, you scamp."  He laughed and
hopped up into my arms, and I placed a hand under his cotton-clad bottom
to support him against my hip.  His place.

"That was too easy," he said, his voice calming down a few notches now.
His hand was still resting atop his groin.  He looked up into my eyes
and I marveled again at their sheer beauty.  One could get lost staring
into those mesmerizing orbs.  I hugged his head to me, placing my left
hand on his cheek.

"I love you, Adam," I told him gently.

"I love you, too, Mark."  It didn't sound like a pat response. He
sounded genuine.  After a second or two, he said "I'll let you see my
pee pee again later, if you like?"

"You don't have to do that for me, Adam," I told him as I caressed his
cheek bone with my thumb.  "I just like being with you."

"I *love* being with you, Mark," he said, emphasizing the word love.
"But I want to show you..."

"Let's talk about that after dinner," I said, cutting him off.  "Let's
get ready, ok?"

I carried him to the bathroom and set him down on the tiled floor.  He
picked up the comb to do his hair and I noticed there was still a little
fullness in his the front of his Hulk undies.  Damn, he was so gorgeous
and had no idea.

"So you're still hungry?" I asked, admiring the way he he looked while
combing his hair.  I have always thought watching a boy trying to comb
his hair was cute.  Something it takes an adult (male, at least) no
effort at all seems like a major undertaking for a boy.  The tip of his
tongue was again poked out between his lips, concentrating on the task
at hand, trying to get his part just so.  I thought of offering to help
him, but remembered how my last attempt at assistance ended up.

"Uh-huh," he said. "Almost done."  He swiped at his hair a few more
times before nodding his head once to the mirror, pronouncing it good.
He turned and faced me, his hands raised up as if to say "Ta da!"  It
looked like a kid had combed his hair the way a parent might expect, but
missing the mark.

"How's it look?" he asked me.

"Delicious," I said without thinking, and Adam giggled.  "Fantastic, it
looks just perfect," I corrected.  "Let me get your clothes. Hang on."

When I returned with his clothing, he was still messing with his hair.
"My hair's too long," he informed me.

"It is?" I asked him.  "I think it looks nice.  We could get it cut
though, if you want," and then added "and if your mom says it's ok."

"Cool," he said, turning around and coming toward me.  I started to hand
him his clothes, but he said "Would you help me?"  He looked up to me
and I could see he was suppressing a smile.

"Sure," I told him.  "Sit down on the toilet."  He sat, and I kneeled
before my prince upon his throne.  I was holding his foot, preparing to
put his sock on his lovely foot.  Now ordinarily, I'm not a 'foot
person' at all.  They're somewhat ugly and just for walking.  And they
stink.  But Adam's feet were something special.  He didn't have any toes
too fat, too long, or too short.  His nails were not too long, jagged,
or too short and had no grunge beneath them.  They were as soft as silk
and ticklish, too, judging by his little jerks and giggles as I touched
them.  I was confused by my sudden desire to smell them, to kiss them.
Of course, I restrained myself.

"Like my feet?" he questioned me, snapping me out of my reverie.

"I like every part of you, Adam," I told him sincerely, and slid his
socks onto his feet.  I reached over and grabbed his jeans, sliding each
precious foot into on of the legs.  "Up," I commanded and he obeyed. I
slid his jeans up over his shapely calf muscles and up past his defined
thighs, and pulled them onto his rear.  As I did so, his bulge, smaller
now, remained protruding from the jeans.

"Tuck me in?" he asked quietly.  I paused and glanced up to his smiling
face.  I gently eased his tiny package into the pants with the back of
my hand, trying to feel and memorize everything my hand touched.  I took
just a little longer than was necessary and I felt his little root
fluffing up a bit when I stopped, carefully zipped him up, and buttoned
his top button.  He sat back on the toilet seat.

I stood, the bulge of my half erect member showing slightly as I slid on
my fairy tale prince's shoes and he sighed as I laced them.  "Those feel
*so* much better than my old shoes.  Thank you again, Mark."  He reached
out and tentatively placed the palm of his hand on my bulge, but I
backed up just a bit, smiling and smoothing down my front.

"Absolutely my pleasure," I responded.  I fetched his shirt and put it
over his head, being ever so careful not to muss his masterpiece.  He
fished his arms into the arm holes one at a time as opened them for
him.  "All done," I announced.  "Ready for din-din now?" I asked.

"Yes, " he said, "but I need to brush my teeth first."  I was pleasantly
surprised.  Most boys have to be hounded to brush.

"I didn't want to be the one to tell you," I teased, and he laughed.  He
went and got a toothbrush and toothpaste from his bag and quickly
scrubbed his pearly whites.

***

We had agreed on a popular New Mexican restaurant for dinner.  Not too
expensive, and somewhat nearby.  We drove the Miata with the top up for
fear of messing up his damp hair.  As we waited be seated, Adam sat in
my lap on the couches in the entry since the waiting area was crowded.
I had my arms wrapped around his tummy, my hands laced together, resting
atop his lap.  A young, attractive lady sitting across from us with a 7
or 8 year old girl on her lap made eye contact with me and I nodded to
her.  "How old's your son?" she asked me.

"Ten," I said.

"...and a half," Adam piped up, and we all laughed lightly.  I know Adam
was digging the thought that someone else believed we were father and
son.  I thought about it a moment and realized he probably did look like
my boy.  I had blond hair and green eyes (I've been told they're my best
feature), a nice nose, and I imagine if I'd married a Latina we could
have created this beauty... when I was 13!  But I guess because he
looked a little younger, most people would probably never do the math.

"Your son?" she asked and I nodded.  "He is absolutely adorable," she
told me, and I thanked her, complimenting her on her little girl.  "He
has beautiful eyes and such long lashes," she mentioned, and I had to
agree.

"People are always saying that about Adam," I replied.  This was our
first 'date' of course and, as I looked down to Adam's face, he smiled
up at me, knowing our ruse was working well.

She spied the absence of a wedding band on my finger.  I caught that.
"Is it just the boys' night out?" the nosy woman inquired.

"My parents are divorced," Adam interrupted and put on a little pout.
God, we were such liars.

"Oh," she said.  "I'm sorry to hear that."  She wasn't as skilled at
lying, I guess.  "Me, too," she continued sheepishly.  On the make, I
guess.  Little did she know she was no competition... but still I was
flattered.

"Are you a bodybuilder?"  her little girl asked me over the noise of the
restaurant.  Now, people really do always ask me that.

"Kara, honey," her mom said to her girl, "that's not polite," which I
didn't understand at all.  I didn't think that was rude.

"No, it's fine.  I get that all the time, too," I said, laughing
modestly and looking a little embarrassed.  "I do work out," I told
little Kara, "but I'm not a professional bodybuilder.  They're much,
much larger than me."  Maybe true in more ways than one.  I was guessing
her mom was thinking (like most) that big chest and biceps equals big
cock.  I was only slightly larger than average in that department at
just over 6 inches and not overly thick, either.  But with such a flat
stomach, it looked about right to me in the mirror.  But Kara's mom
would never get the chance to validate her assumptions, I'm afraid.

At this point, Adam reached his right arm up and around my neck,
twisting to pull my left ear down to his face.  "Are you flirting with
her?" he whispered into my ear.  My new little friend was jealous, it
appeared.

I placed my right hand on the left side of his face, covering his ear,
pressing my right cheek against his and whispered back into his ear,
"Adam, I am her with you.  Only you."  He smiled and resumed his exalted
position on my lap, as if to say "Mine."  He moved his hands under him
onto my upper thighs, sitting on the backs of his hands, his fingertips
touching my groin, and  I thought at first he was going to grab my meat,
which was fluffed, but not erect, between his cheeks.  I pulled him into
my chest and whispered, "Watch it, dude."  I could feel, but not hear
him, chuckling against my chest.

"So his mother has primary custody, then?"  Miss nosy was back at it.

"No," I said, enjoying the game.  "Actually, I do."  And my partner in
crime nodded his head in agreement.

"Then why don't you ever bring him to church with you," she asked.  Oh
shit!  What the fuck?

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