Date: Sat, 22 Sep 2007 07:27:15 -0700 (PDT)
From: Mark Adams <mark.stories@yahoo.com>
Subject: Temptation of Adam - Chapter 9

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?


....and they hid themselves from the presence of the Lord God amongst the
trees of the garden.   Gen. 3:8



....From the last chapter...

"Adam," I said, fearful my words could never be as eloquent as his, "you
never cease to amaze me."  I put my left hand atop his right hand on my
knee.  "I guess I've not given you credit for being as intelligent, or
as wise as you are.  And I treated you like," I thought about my words,
"...I guess like a child."  Neither of us chuckled.  "For that I
apologize.  And I promise I will never second guess you.  But I need you
to promise to let me know if you ever feel strange, or if I've made you
feel bad."

"Oh," he replied.  "I promise you'll know."  Now he laughed, and I
laughed along with him, the tension now gone from our booth.  I put my
around around him again and he leaned into me, his fresh hair beneath my
chin. He pulled away from me slightly, looking up.  "And when we get
back to your house, this better not be some pajama party," he said
slyly.  "Cuz you got me tons of undies, but you didn't buy me any
jammies," he added with a wink.



Temptation of Adam - Chapter 9
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When we returned to my house, Casey was in her 'usual' spot atop the
dryer in the laundry room.  "Hey girl," Adam greeted her, and lifted her
from the dryer.  She was instantly purring and I saw her lick her rough
cat tongue across his button nose.  Nasty.

He wandered out to the family room area as I moved his clothes from the
washer to the dryer and started it up.   We'd stopped at the store on
the way back and picked up a few essentials for my two guests, including
some canned food and a litter box for Casey, and a few things for Adam.
I set up the litter box in the laundry room, thinking I could move it
around later if it made sense.

"What do you want to do?" I asked him as I entered the family room.
"Want a tour of the house?"

"Yeah, sure!" he said, curious to see the rest of it.  He set Casey down
on the ground and I gave him a full tour, Casey following us.  He'd
already seen the family room and kitchen, so I showed him the living
room (mostly a quiet place to read or play the piano) and he stopped to
admire the baby grand reverently.  I showed him my office, my workout
room (I lifted weights at the gym, though) and the two family bedrooms.
He seemed very pleased, and Casey seemed to be as well.  I led him
through the sliding glass doors of the breakfast area, taking him out to
the backyard and he was in awe, as most visitors often are.  He let
Casey out with us, and I figured he knew best.

The yard was in an 'L' shape, wrapping along the north and west sides of
my house, the sides with the cruelest sun, and I had received an
exemption for the eight foot adobe wall surround my yard.  Suffice it to
say the yard was very private, the way I wanted it.  I had several
indigenous trees and some not so indigenous trees, providing a blanket
about the yard and around the perimeter.  They had been here when I
moved in and I loved the shade and additional privacy they provided.

Against the interior of the wall were raised garden beds and I had
pyracantha, a thorned, fast-growing plant, around the outside of the
walls to avoid children 'wall walking' (an Albuquerque phenomenon, I
think) and voyeurs.  I like spending a lot of time in my garden, and it
showed.  I also liked privacy, and it showed as well.  I don't believe I
had ever even heard a neighbor's voice from my backyard.

I had a lush lawn, despite the desert climate and cost of water, but I
was careful to set my irrigation system to minimize water usage.   I'm a
paragon of virtue and social responsibility.  Yeah, right...  I had
'peek' views views to the east of the Sandia and Manzano (Spanish for
'watermelon' and 'apple') mountains from my yard, but exceptional views
from the small deck, which was accessed via a spiral staircase the the
flat roof.

At this time of evening, the exterior lighting provided an ethereal glow
around the grounds.  There was a large tiled and covered patio with nice
outdoor furniture and grilling equipment and pavers that led to a hot
tub building, connected by an arbor with party lights strung to them,
interwoven with vines.

The hot tub room seemed to call Adam by name.  He moved over to it and
looked over his shoulder at me.  "Go ahead," I told him and he opened
the door, peering in. I came up behind him and reached around, turning
on a light switch, and the room glowed.  I went in with him and looked
to see if Casey was following, but she elected to chase a cricket or
something in the yard.  I closed the door behind me.

"Wow," Adam said, and I smiled.  I was very fond of my hot tub and the
special room.  The smell of the bromine hung very lightly in the air and
the sound of the heater buzzed almost silently in the background.

"Like it?" I asked knowingly.  "I designed it myself."  It really wasn't
all that large, dictated by the size of my yard.  But it had operable
skylights in the roof which were controlled by switches accessible from
the tub, allowing me to gaze at the stars or allow snow to fall on my
face and shoulders as I sat in the hot water during winter.

It was paradise.

I lifted the cover up and off the hot tub and flicked on the underwater
lights.  Adam seemed hypnotized, putting his right hand into the water.
After swirling his hand around for a minute, he turned to me.  "Could we
go in it?" he asked, which I knew was coming.

"Of course," I said, "but you don't have a suit."

"Lucky you," he said.  Out of the mouths of babes and sucklings...

He kicked his new shoes off his feet, flinging them toward the door. He
bent down and pulled his socks off, followed by his shirt.  He
unbuttoned and pulled down his jeans without unzipping them, the
tightness pulling down his underpants down over his small butt, but he
didn't bother to pull them up.  We'd covered too much ground for that to
matter now.  He kicked the jeans off his feat and wasted no time pulling
his shorts down, bending over to pull them off his feet, giving me a
view of the full moon indoors.

Little Mark responded immediately, pumping up.  Adam turned around and
asked "Are you coming?"  Well, seeing his lovely 2 and a half inch,
flaccid, uncut penis resting on his tiny sac guaranteed that, didn't
it?  Not waiting for a reply, he came up close to me.  "Don't be afraid,
Mark," he told me soothingly, reminding me of my promise to him.  He
reached out and helped me undo my belt.  As I looked down at this tender
child undressing me, I saw his penis beginning to stand to attention in
anticipation.  I began to unbutton my pants and he brushed my hands away
somewhat briskly.  I suppose he wanted to open his own gift.

I did assist, however, by removing my shirt, and he let me do that.  He
paused while unbuttoning my pants, looking up to my well-muscled chest
and arms.  "You are really built," he said, running his silky hand
across my hairless chest and down my abs, allowing his hand to trail
further, cupping my swollen cock behind the material.  He unbuttoned now
as fast as he could, but unzipped carefully, knowing the dangers a
zipper can present a boy.  I looked down at the action below and noticed
his nearly four inch cocklet was standing at full attention now and mine
now hung out of my jeans in my underwear.  He wasted no time lifting the
waistband pulling down, bringing my jeans down my hips and exposing my
genitalia to this young 10 year old boy.  He inhaled sharply and then
giggled cutely.

I pushed my shoes off my feet with the other foot and leaned on him
gently as he bent down to pull my pants and underwear all the way off,
slowing only briefly as he past my phallus to take a gander.  Though
only about 3 inches longer than him, they were nothing similar.  His was
intact, I was circumcised.  His, while thick for his age, was nowhere
near my girth.  He was bald as a baby and I had a neatly trimmed bush of
dark brown pubes.  But they were both erect and pulsing.

He tapped the back of my calf and removed first one sock, and then the
other, and then stood, taking my hand in his and pulling me to the tub.
He released my hand as he ascended the wooden steps in front of me.  As
he neared the top step, he extended his leg over the top edge of the hot
tub, placing it in the 104 degree water.  As he did this, I could see
his tiny scrotum where it hung from his body, though closer to his body
that the last time I'd seen it.  My mind switched to slow motion and I
saw his bony hips, his crack, his tiny, but curvaceous behind, and the
small line which separated the halves of his scrotum.

As his foot entered the water, he turned perpendicular to the hot tub
and I saw his threatening spear jutting in front of him in profile.
Surely there was a God to have created such perfection.  His foot
reaching the ledge inside the tub, he pulled his other foot over and
eased into the water.  I could see his lithe body refracted in the
lighted water before he started paddling around in the small tub.

"Know what a Mexican hot tub is?" he asked me?  I told him I didn't.
"Eat a lot of beans and sit in the hot bath," he told me and laughed up
a storm.  I laughed, too, his joke taking some of the tension out of the
air, as I joined him in the spa.

"Do you want some bubbles?" I asked him once I was fully in the tub.

"Oh, yeah!" he said.  "Lots!"  I turned on the jets as he watched and
Adam frolicked in the tub and I relished in his play.  After a few
minutes, though, he came over and shut them off and scooted over to me.

"Tired of the jets?" I asked him.

"No," he replied. "I love them, but they're a little loud."  He moved up
to the chair where I was sitting and eased onto my lap, facing me.  He
was peering down through the now calm water and checking out my
goodies.  I was doing the same to him, watching our penises touch each
other.  He reached his arms under mine and hugged me close, pressing our
cocks against each other.  He slowly started to grind into my cock with
his own.  Nothing like a bit of frottage to get you in the mood, I
suppose.  I reached my hands under his so I could hold his naked bum.
He moved his hands around my neck, using it as leverage for his
grinding.  I straightened my legs out in the tub and pushed my butt to
the edge of the seat to give a better angle of attack, all the while
kneading his muscled rump with my fingers.  He was grunting like a piglet.

He slowed the grinding down, and I was actually thankful.  Another 20
seconds of that and I would have lost it.  He lifted his mouth to mine,
lips pursed for a kiss, and I obliged.  I'd only kissed another person
(besides family members) once, and it was nothing like this.  I could
smell his hot breath on me as we began to kiss like we'd seen in the
movies. Unexpectedly, he opened his mouth and began sticking his tongue
into my own mouth.

He kissed passionately, ravenously.  He ran his tongue against mine,
against my teeth and the roof of my mouth, trying to plunge his tiny
tongue into the back of my throat.  Where the hell had this kid learned
to do this?  I didn't care at all so long as he shared his knowledge
with me.  I honestly think I could have cum just from this kiss if it
would have lasted any longer, but he broke the kiss, breathing heavily,
and rested his head on my shoulder, sighing.  I decided this was my
first kiss, the one that's supposed to be so memorable.

"Mark," Adam said.

"Yes, Adam?"

"I love you."  He sounded dreamy to me, and I felt the same.

"I love you more," I told him and I held him.  I felt him breathing
against me, I saw drops of water beaded up on his back.  I saw
everything at that moment and wanted it to never end.  I rubbed his
bottom gently, running my middle finger along the crack and down to the
area between his butt and balls, wondering if he'd had an orgasm and was
now sleeping.  I cupped his sac gently, and then tugged lightly on his
scrotum, stretching the skin, fondling his nuggets.  I felt his poker
and it was still hard.  I retraced my steps, moving back up along his
crack and he spread his legs, opening up his cheeks.  My middle finger
darted in and circled his rosebud.

Adam moaned and said "That feels good," which answered my question about
his state of slumber.  I continued circling and lightly pressing on his
opening and he kept squeezing it tight.  Each time, I felt his dickie
jab into my lower abdomen.  We spent probably 10 minutes in that
position, calm and sensuous, before Adam announced he was getting too
hot.  I'll second that emotion...

As we exited the tub, Adam stooped down to pick up his clothes.  "Just
leave them," I told him.  "We'll get them in the morning."  He stood and
returned to my side, saying nothing, both of us still dripping wet. My
schlong was still at full mast, but his had subsided, hanging sweetly
atop his balls.  I had towels in the room, but opted instead to just
hoist him into my arms, again to 'his' place, adjusting to keep him from
pressing down on my swollen manhood.  I sneaked a finger of the hand
under his bottom between his spread cheeks and he giggled again.

"Will you show me your room now?" he asked.

"I thought you'd never ask," I replied.

I walked across the yard to the sliding glass door, finding Casey
sitting outside the door, as if to say "It's about time, dude."  I
opened the door with my free hand, and Casey jumped in before me.  Adam
moved his hand to my cock and held it as we made our way into the house.
His little hand holding my cock looked so erotic.

We made our way through the house and rounded the corner and entered my
room, me carrying him across the threshold.  There was enough light in
the room from the moon outside the windows and skylights, and enough
from the hall that I left the lights out.  The ceiling fan was the only
sound besides the slapping of my wet feet on the brick floor and our
breathing.

I laid the damp but not soaked Adam crossways on my bed, noticing in the
light that, somewhere between the hot tub and the bedroom, his adorable
little pecker had decided to rejoin the party.  Never having seen an
intact penis before, I was mystified how his hood, which seemed so
smooth and stretched so tight I could see the outline of his glans,
remained firmly over the tip, with enough hanging over that it formed a
tapering cone. His coltish legs were pushed together, pressing his tiny
sac up against his thighs, making his 'pee pee' look a bit shorter than
I knew it to be.  And it was still perfect.  He was looking up at me
expectantly, yet not really knowing what to expect.  I could see his
boner was throbbing with his pulse and his hands were crossed on his belly.

"You doing ok?" I asked, interrupting the silence of the room.

"Uh-huh," he responded, nodding his head as well.  His eyes moved down
to my fully engorged penis and lingered there as I rubbed his calf.
"I've never done this before," he told me again, breaking his stare on
my cock to look in my eyes.  "I'm not sure what I'm supposed to do."  He
looked nervous, but definitely no frightened.

"You do exactly what you want to do," I told him.  "But for now, just
lie there and enjoy."  This was my first time, too, but Adam had no way
of knowing that.

I lowered myself onto the bed, onto my elbows alongside him, resting my
left hand on his tummy below his hands.  I leaned over and kissed the
hands that lay on his stomach above my hand.  I lowered my hand so my
little finger rested at the base of his penis, which twitched as I
touched it.  I kissed up his body to his left nipple which, although
very tiny, was also very hard.  I licked that nipple and tickled it with
the tip of my tongue as my right hand played with his hair.  I moved my
left hand lower and held his little sac, again noticing how warm he was
there.

I sat up onto my knees, my cock swaying back and forth in front of me a
little as I did so, and leaned over, kissing and licking his other nip.
His left hand reached over and cupped my balls, which filled his tiny
hand and then some.  As I had done to him, he let his fingers run along
my crack, resting at my entrance and I felt a shock of electricity
radiate from that area.  He ran his hand back up past my very full
testicles and latched on to my cock, which he began to stroke clumsily.

Not wanting to cum (and I was very close), I eased my body down and
began to lick his rock hard abs, and he moved his hands to the back of
my head.  Moving further down, I lapped at his interesting and sexy
belly button.  My tongue wiggled in and, instead of giggling, he moaned
loudly, his boy dick pressing up against my neck, one hand stroking the
back of my head.  I could see his tummy expanding and contracting as he
breathed as I slid my tongue down from his navel, along the ridge where
his scrotum met his left leg.  I lifted both his legs up, exposing his
little hole, and I allowed my tongue to continue its journey.  I lay
down on the bed between my boy's legs as I flicked my tongue along his
crack as it found its target. I smelled soap mixed with bromine mixed
with... boy?  How would I know? But I can still recall that smell to
this day.  I pressed my tongue against his rosebud, finding it too tight
to just enter as I'd planned.

"Ooh," he chirped, and then my tongue glided back up his crack until it
found his tiny balls in their silken bag.  I popped them into my mouth,
both of them.  I turned my eyes upward to his face, and I could see his
wide eyes staring in disbelief.  I brought my right index finger up from
the back of his crack, sliding it up the path my tongue had taken
moments before, the trail still marked by my saliva.  My middle finger
prodded along the outside of his hole as my mouth moved up his stalk,
kissing its way to his tip.  I released his legs with my left hand, and
he kept that pose on his own.  My left hand reached up and gently, ever
so gently, and pulled his foreskin down to expose a moist, helmet in a
shaft of light coming in from the hall, perfect in shape.  My nose
detected he may been a bit careless in the shower.  I smelled heaven in
that moment and I tasted it a second later as I took his full, nearly 4
inches into my mouth, savoring the flavor of my tiny lover, a taste I
had never experienced.

I was in heaven.  His engorged shaft was the perfect length.  It was
short enough that I, inexperienced in the art of fellatio, could take
him entirely to the back of my throat without my gag reflex kicking in.
It just fit perfectly, hand in a glove, and I explored him with my
tongue and my lips.  I pulled up on his pee pee, pulling his foreskin
back up over his head and, while keeping the tip in my mouth, I played
with his little spout, flicking it with my tongue and biting it through
my lips.  I returned my lips to his shaft and pulled his foreskin back
down and over his head, pressing him as far into my throat as he would
go.  My nose touched his pubis.

"Oh, oh," he called out, singing again in his treble voice, but a
different song this time.  I switched my finger for my thumb, barely
entering his core.  Meanwhile, my mouth played tricks on his rod as I
sucked and caressed his pee pee with my mouth, tongue, and lips.  He
cried out then, and I stopped, fearing I may have hurt my tender love.
I felt him twitching in my mouth and understood my boy had found
nirvana.  I don't think he ejaculated, but I guess I didn't really
expect that. I savored his taste as long as I could.  His arm crossed
his chest, rubbing it.  His eyes were closed and his face, as it began
to relax, seemed so peaceful.  As the twitching subsided in my ravenous
mouth I gently released his stem, cognizant of the sensitivity he must
be feeling.  I gazed longingly at his perfect peenie, shrinking now but
still occasionally throbbing, as the foreskin slowly returned over my prize.

"Oh, Mark," he panted.  His eyes still closed, I could see him turn his
head to the side as he drifted off into an orgasm-induced nap, leaving
me lying in my own cum...

I sat up, resting on my forearm and gazed upon my young love lying
peacefully in my large bed atop the covers.  His hair was mussed and he
looked all the more beautiful because of it.  I couldn't think of any
better way to lose my virginity.

I showered and prepared for sleep, returning to the bed.   I went to the
laundry room to fold his now dry clothes, leaving them atop the dryer.
I found his backpack resting in the laundry room and pulled out his
stuffed monkey, returning with it to my bedroom.  I laid it on the
pillow and gently lifted Adam, placing him in my bed and tucking him in
with his little doll.  He stirred and woke despite my efforts.  "Thank
you, Mark," he said, still half asleep.  I didn't know if he was
thanking me for his stuffed animal or for... well, it didn't even matter
anyway.

"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...

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To be continued...
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