Date: Tue, 17 Apr 2007 20:22:30 -0700
From: Sean Scott <sean@buffmuscles.com>
Subject: Adam-- Chapter 3

Adam
chapter 3
by Sean Scott


I don't know if Adam sensed how nervous I was over what had just
happened, but when he came over to tuck me in, he did just that-- and
only that.

"You okay dude?" he said as I laid in my bed.

"Sure," I said quietly.  I was tormented inside.  On the one hand,
what had happened was like a dream come true.  Adam was every fantasy.
 And yet, the reality of kissing him, and of cumming right there in
front of him, well-- it was actually pretty scary.  I was scared
shitless.

"Hey man," Adam said quietly.  "Don't worry about a thing, dude.  This
happened with me and my older cousin when I was your age.  You'd be
surprised to know how many guys do this."  He smiled at me.  The sound
of his gentle voice, and the sight of his sparkling, gorgeous eyes
made me relax.  "Don't give it another thought, dude.  I promise, this
will always be between just you and me."

I smiled.  "Cool."

He reassured me with a pat on my leg then turned to leave.  "I'll lock
up.  See you tomorrow, man."

"-K," I said.  "Thanks."

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The next morning, I awoke to the smell of bacon and eggs.  I could
hear someone down in the kitchen.  "You going to sleep all day man?" I
heard Adam holler to me.  He opened and closed some cupboards and
generally made a racket as he rooted around the kitchen.

I rubbed the sleep from my eyes and got out of bed, sporting a huge
morning woody.  I mean, huge.  I had to lean forward over the toilet
and push down on it hard just to hit the bowl.  And even then, I
wasn't completely successful.

"Come on man!" Adam shouted.  "Eggs are getting cold!"

I stood in my room trying to decide if I should put on some pants to
hide my boner.  But by the time I spotted some jeans on the back of my
chair, my cock had relaxed, and I decided to just wear my boxers and
T-shirt downstairs.

"Bacon?" I said as I sat down at the breakfast table.  "Isn't that
stuff bad for you?"

"Yeah, but it's okay to break the rules every once in awhile."  Adam
sat down next to me as he put our plates on the table.  There was
orange juice and toast too.  Fresh fruit.  It looked awesome.  I dug
in, and Adam did too.

Pausing between bites, Adam asked, "So, did you sleep good, man?"

"Yeah," I answered.  I hadn't even thought about it, but I probably
fell asleep right after he had left last night.  I was both physically
and emotionally exhausted.  Adam was my total fantasy man; caressing
his muscular body in my arms and the subsequent involuntary orgasm was
like a dream come true.  I had never imagined that something so
overwhelming could be a reality.  You'd think after that, that I'd
toss and turn all night long, but I hadn't.  "Yeah," I repeated, "I
slept really good."

Adam smiled at me.  "Good, dude.  I was wondering how you'd do after--
you know, yesterday.  How you feeling-- I mean, about all that?"

I took another bite of my toast.  "Fine," I said.  Actually, I was
feeling a little funny, but I trusted Adam to keep the whole thing on
the down low.

He seemed to sense my hesitation.  "Dude, you'd be surprised to know
how many guys do it with other guys.  If you realized how many guys
get turned on by other guys, you'd freak out."  He reached out and
rubbed my head, mussing my hair.  His big arm was so hot!  He smiled,
and I could have melted right there in his presence.  He liked me!  He
was the big brother I always wished I had.

"So," he said, "when you're done eating, run upstairs and get
dressed-- take a shower or whatever, and then I'll do the dishes.  We
have a busy day ahead; and then tonight I've got a cool surprise
planned for you."

I looked at him and gave him an inquiring smirk.  "Surprise?"  I said
it in kind of a baby voice, trying to be cute.

Adam cracked up.  "Yeah," he laughed, "a surprise that this little
baby boy is gunna really like!" He tussled my hair once again, and I
smiled coyly, soaking in all of his attention.

I finished the delicious breakfast-- Adam was actually quite a good
cook, and ran upstairs.  In the shower, it was impossible to keep my
hand off my cock, and I found myself thinking of Adam and spewing
thick streams of semen onto the tile wall as the hot water poured down
my back.

"Everything come out all right?" Adam said with an innocent smile as I
came down the stairs.

I returned his smile, but didn't say anything.

"You offer up anything for me while you were in the shower?"

I turned beet red.

Adam laughed.

"So what are we doing today?" I asked, trying to turn attention from
my embarrassment.

"Well, first, I need to run out to my parent's house in Forest Grove.
I have a few boxes of things that they've kept in their garage for me
while I lived in the apartment.  Now that I've moved into my house, I
want to pick them up."

"Forest Grove?"

"Yeah, I was raised out there.  My parents' place is pretty nice--
lots of acreage.  I want to show you the gym we set up."

"Cool," I said.  I hadn't been out to the west side in a long time.
Taking that Vette through the long, winding roads, with Adam sitting
next to me, sounded nice.

"Then, we'll need to find a place for lunch.  You in to Red Robin or
something like that?"

How did he know that Red Robin was my absolute favorite place to grab a burger?

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The ride out to Adam's parents' place was as great as I had expected
it to be.  Clad in his tight jeans and a dark greet T-shirt, my pilot
was too hot to handle.  He kept his hand on the stick shift much of
the time, and I keep my eyes on that arm.  His forearm was so think,
and yet it had such rippling chords of striated muscle; and then his
upper arm-- well, even though it was a long ride, it went by way too
fast.

We pulled off the highway onto a long dirt road-- their driveway.  It
wound up a hillside where we turned a corner and opened up onto a huge
house; it was a mansion, really-- immaculately landscaped.

"Holy shit!" I said.  "What does your dad do?"

Adam smiled.  "He's invested very well.  He's into banking, mostly.
But he has a lot of holdings-- likes to dabble in a lot of things.
I'm trying to follow in his footsteps; we've done a few investments
together, and I'm just now learning banking."

The place must have been over 10,000 square feet.  Just beautiful.  It
looked like it belonged on the edge of some huge vineyard in France or
something.  Adam pulled up in front of the detached five-car garage
and parked.  As we walked to the side door, between the garage and the
main house, I could see the back side of the house which sported a
huge swimming pool.  The grounds alone must have required a staff of
gardeners and maintenance people.

"Mom? Dad?" Adam called out as we entered the kitchen area.  I could
go into great detail about how huge the house was, but I'll spare you.

Adam grabbed a cookie jar, took off the lid and pulled out a huge
oatmeal cookie.  "Mmmm, still warm," he said.  He handed it to me and
took out another one for himself.  "Marie-- that's our maid and cook--
she always makes sure there are fresh cookies."

This guy had everything.  Looks, muscles, great personality, and money!

"Oh Adam, It's so good to see you!" A tall woman, probably in her
60's, entered the room.  She looked distinguished, yet friendly.  She
hugged her son, and Adam, in all of his muscular beauty, hugged her
back.

"Adam, how you doing?" Adam's dad followed, and after Adam and his mom
separated, the two men shook hands and then embraced as well.

"Mom, Dad, this is my neighbor, Kent," Adam said, motioning to me.

I had my mouth full of cookie and I tried to swallow it quickly-- I
was somewhat unsuccessful.  As I shook hands with Adam's parents, they
both smiled and joked, "Looks like Kent must like Marie's cookies
almost as much as you do, Adam!"

We all laughed.

"You all ready for your trip?" Adam asked his mom.

"Oh, you know us.  We'll probably start packing a few hours before we
have to be at the airport," she smiled.  Seems Adam's parents took a
two month trip to Europe every year.  They were leaving in a week, and
Adam was charged with taking care of the place while they were gone.

After some more small talk, Adam took me out to the garage to get his
boxes.  There were too many boxes to fit into his Vette, so he made
arrangements with his parents to borrow their Range Rover for the rest
of the weekend.

As we loaded the boxes into the SUV, Adam's parents came out and
opened up the garage door and got out their Vanden Plas.  "We're going
into town for the day.  See you later son!" his mom said.  "The staff
is off today, so make sure you lock up when you leave."  Adam told his
parents goodbye; I watched as their silver Jaguar slipped down the
roadway.

"So I see where you get your height.  Both your parents are tall too."

"Yeah, I guess I was blessed with some good genetics," he said.

"I'll say," I smiled.

"Oh!" Adam interrupted. "That reminds me.  I want to show you
something."  He took me behind the garage to another building that was
secluded in some trees, just off the swimming pool.  There was an
outdoor hot tub between the pool and the building, steam rising off
the silent water.

Adam opened the door to the building and turned on some lights.  It
was fucking amazing.  Inside was a gym that would rival any health
club in town!  Mirrors lined the walls, a full set of dumbells was
lined up on a rack of one wall, machines all over the place, benches
and weights everywhere and of course, a few treadmills and stationary
bicycles too.  Three flat screen TVs hung from the ceiling. The place
sparkled.

"Holy mother of Moses!" I said.  "This place is freakin' unbelievable!"

Adam had to admit I was right.  "Yeah, it makes working out a
pleasure, that's for sure."  He walked over to the bench.  The bar had
no weights on it.

"So, you going to show me how much you can bench?" I asked.  I felt a
little uneasy, but I figured I knew Adam well enough to know that he
wouldn't give me a hard time for asking to see how strong he was.

"Naw," he said, "today's a rest day."  He leaned against some weights
that were loaded on a rack.  The 45's were about waist-high, and when
he put his hands on top of the plates, his triceps bulged so much that
they bunched the sleeve of his green T-shirt up toward his deltoids.
He looked so hot!

"Aw, come on," I chided.  "You think I won't be impressed with the
weight you can put up?"

I knew he couldn't resist the challenge.

He smiled at me and said, "You know all those bodybuilding contests I entered?"

"Yeah."

"I've got more power lifting trophies than bodybuilding ones," he
said.  "I think you'd be impressed with the weight I can press."

"So, prove it, man," I continued to press him.

He couldn't turn it down.  He pulled a weight off the horizontal post
and said, "Come on, man.  If you want to see a show of strength,
you're going to have to help with the setup."

Gladly.  I'd forge the metal plates myself it that's what it took.

I immediately obeyed and placed a 45 pound plate on the opposite end
of the bar.  "So, how much you going to do?"

"Let's start with 225 to warm up.  I'll increase the weight as I go."

"You're going to warm up with 225 pounds?" I practically gasped.

Not bothering to answer, Adam placed a second plate on the bar.  I did
likewise, and then we both placed clamps on the end.  Adam laid down
on the bench, and with his left arm he pulled his right arm across his
chest.  He held the stretch for a moment and then repeated the stretch
with the other arm.  He spread his arms wide and arched his back,
stretching his pecs.  Then he laid down.

"You need a spot?" I asked.

Without answering, he placed his big hands on the bar and effortlessly
lifted it off the supports.  He slowly lowered the barbell down to his
chest, letting it barely touch just below his nipples.  He left it
there for a moment, allowing it to hover maybe a quarter inch above
his thick pecs.  For a second, I wondered if he needed help to get it
up; but before I could say or do anything, he slowly began to raise it
upward, bringing it to the topmost position.  He slowly lowered it
again, and kept it in the lower position again, giving his pecs a
really good stretch.

Then, he raised the bar again; without any effort at all.

My cock was painfully hard.  It was probably visibly hard, but I
didn't care.  I was mesmerized by Adam.

He lowered the bar again, and started into his reps.  I was astounded
at the effortless way that he moved the weight.  He reached ten reps,
but kept on going.

My eyebrows rose as I watched.  Fuck!  I couldn't even lift 225 pounds
ONE TIME! I thought.

The bar kept moving up and down.  Adam didn't make a noise or give any
indication that the bar was any heavier than a stick with
helium-filled balloons attached to the ends.

At 20 reps, he racked the bar and sat up.

"Holy shit," I said.

"Shit, man.  That was just the warmup!  And you were thinking that I
couldn't impress you?"

"Okay, dude," I said.  "You win.  I'm impressed."

"So, I can stop now?"

"Naw," I smiled.  "Let's see what you can really do."

Adam smiled as he stood.  He grabbed another plate and slid it onto
the bar.  I did the same on my end.  He laid back down on the bench.

"You need a spot now?"

Again, without answering, he grabbed the bar and pushed it off the
stands.  He lowered the 315 pounds to his chest and pushed it up,
seemingly as easy as the previous weight.  Up and down the bar went.
It had a slight bend to it, but to watch Adam, the weight was easy.
Again, he passed the ten rep mark and kept going.

13... 14... 15.  He racked the bar at 15 reps.  He sat up, this time
breathing harder, but it hardly seemed if the weight had taxed him at
all.

"Fuck," I said.  "Unbelievable.  You made it look like it was light!"

He smiled at me and said.  "Well, dude, let's put some real weight on
this thing."  He stood up and pulled another plate off his rack and I
copied his movements.

"Okay; that's 405 pounds.  You want a spot at this weight too?"

"You can if you want," he said, sitting back down on the bench.  "But
I won't need any help yet."  He took a few deep breaths and I checked
my crotch to see if my boner was visible through my jeans.  It was,
but I didn't care.  Adam laid down and grabbed the bar.  His strong
hands and thick forearms were right in front of my eyes; my cock hurt
it was so hard.  He gripped the bar hard and the weight moved upward.

I swallowed hard as Adam's face showed a slight strain.  His arms
bent, and the weight moved downward.  It wasn't slow, but he wasn't
hurrying either.  Up and down; he completed six reps with no help, and
then racked it.  The weights banged loudly as he released them onto
the supports.

"I think I'm running out of exclamations," I said.

"You can use fuck again, if you want," he said.  I could tell he was
smiling, even though he was facing away from me.

Shit, his broad back emptied into his narrow jeans, augmenting his
tight, hot ass!

"Yeah, I think fuck would be appropriate."

His upper body rose and fell with his deep breaths.  He rested there
for a minute or two and then stood up.  "Okay man, time to do the
heavy work."

"How much more?" I asked.

"Well, another plate on each end would only be 495 pounds.  So, just
so you're adequately impressed, let's put a nickel on each end to make
it an even 505."

"I think that will do the trick, to impress me," I said.

We put the weights on the bar and secured them once again with the
wire clamps.  Adam moved down to the bench again and sat down.  I
assumed the position at the top, just above where his head would rest
when he laid down.  He laid down and grabbed the bar, pausing for a
few deep breaths.

"I'm going to need to have you help me lift this off the supports," he
said.  "On three, okay?"

"Okay," I said, unsure of how much help I'd be.  Shit, if he really
got into trouble, how would I be of any help at all with 500 pounds?

Adam counted, "One... Two... Three."  I lifted and he pushed, and the
bar rose off the struts.  I let the bar move out of my hand as Adam
positioned it above his head. He began to lower the weight and the 505
pounds moved toward his bulging chest.  It grazed his nipples and he
pushed it upward, his face contorting and his legs flexing.  He didn't
arch his back.  I assumed he knew what he was doing, and from the look
of things, he seemed to have excellent form.  The bar moved upward and
his arms moved into an almost straightened position-- elbows still
unlocked, but for all purposes, straight.

I prepared to help him maneuver the bar back to the supports, but he
slowly bent his arms and the bar moved down again.

"Holy shit!" I said.  "Fuck, Adam!"

He didn't even acknowledge me.  The bar touched his chest again, and
he left it there for an instant and then pressed up once again.

As I watched him push with all his might, my heart pounded.  Shit, his
muscular body was bulging and throbbing everywhere!  I was
overwhelmed.  More than a quarter ton was being moved by this hunk,
right in front of my eyes!  He strained; his big arms shook slightly.
I made a movement to help.

"No!" he hissed.  "I have it."  His head turned to each side as he
grunted the weight upward, never coming to a complete stop, up and
higher, until his arms were straight enough to rack the bar.  It
landed in the supports with a clang.

"Holy mother shit!" I said.  "You did 505 pounds for TWO reps!"

Adam sat up and then almost immediately stood.  He turned and faced
me.  "Yeah, I figured you needed to be impressed." he smiled.

"Fuck, man.  So what is your one-rep max?"

Adam waved me off, giving an it doesn't matter kind of expression
while he breathed hard.  His chest rose and fell.  He wiped his brow.
"It hot in here?" he half hissed as his lungs filled and emptied.
Without waiting for an answer he pulled off his T-shirt.

Oh fuck.

He placed the shirt on the bench.  His upper body glistened.  His pecs
were pumped!  He straightened his arms in front of his torso and
squeezed his pectoral muscles, then relaxed.  He looked at me and
slowly pumped his pec muscles, grinning.  "Yeah," he smiled.

"Oh shit," I said, looking away.

"What's wrong dude?" Adam teased.  "You liking what you're seeing?"
He walked toward me and I looked back at him.  "Relax, man," he said.
"It's cool."

I could tell that my cock was about to burst, and I didn't want him to
get any closer. I took a step backward.  Adam stopped.  "Whew!" he
said.  His breathing was still hard, and it made his chest rise and
fall-- very hot.  "That was a pump!"  He could sense that I was losing
it, so he began to back off.  He started to take the plates off the
bar, and I moved to the other end and did the same, grateful for the
distraction.

When all the weights were put away we left the gym and Adam turned off
the lights.  As we stepped outside, into the back yard, Adam looked at
the pool.  "That looks good, man," he said.  "You want to go for a
quick swim before we head back to town and grab some lunch?"

"I don't have a suit," I said.

"Well, I don't have one here either," he said.  "But it's just us two.
 No one around for miles."  He went over to the hot tub and pressed a
button on the wall of the building next to it.  The bubbles began to
gurgle.  Adam tested the temperature with his hand.  "Perfect," he
said.  He began to unbutton his jeans.

Oh shit.  "Uh, I don't know," I hesitated.  Shit, I had a full-on
boner inside my pants!  "You can if you want."

"Awe come on, dude.  Don't worry about it."  He walked up to me, his
jeans unzipped, exposing his boxers.  He put his hand on my crotch and
said, "I already know, man."



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