Date: Tue, 23 Aug 2011 14:15:15 -0400
From: Damon Ellison Ellison <damon9888@hotmail.com>
Subject: Exploring Adam 3

We did finally make it up to campus, and I showed Adam around. I was
relieved he did not feel compelled to be affectionate in public.  Whatever
the intensity of my feelings in private, I was still uncomfortable being
open about it. Fortunately, Adam seemed to have the same idea, and we
walked around the university and later the town itself like we were just
good friends. But every so often my thoughts leapt ahead to what awaited me
when we were back at my place, and I would have to quickly think about
something else before my cock sprang to hardness.

Whatever we had been doing mere hours before, I found that I really enjoyed
Adam's company. He was mature for his age and very sharp-witted.  We had
lunch at my favourite diner, and enjoyed the warm spring day. It was late
afternoon when we finally wandered back to my apartment. As I unlocked the
door, he murmured, "I've been thinking the whole time we've been out about
what I want to do to you when we got back."

A tremor ran up my arm and the key missed the lock as I whispered back, "Me
too." It took an effort, but I got the door open. "What have you been
thinking about?"

He smiled shyly. "You first."

We stepped through the door into my living room, and I closed it and locked
it behind us. Immediately, his hand when to my crotch and rubbed my bulge
into it pressed back against my jeans. Though speech was suddenly
difficult, I said thickly, "I want to rub my cock against yours. I want to
feel us cum together."

His breath caught a little, but he did not pause in massaging the front of
my jeans. "I think I like the sound of that." His fingers trembling a
little, he unbuckled my belt and opened my pants. Kneeling, he pulled my
underwear down just enough to reveal my cock's swollen, leaking
head. Locking his eyes on mine, he leaned forward and swirled his tongue
around my glans.

I shivered. "What were you thinking of?" I asked.

His expression got shy again. "I was thinking of ... of what you said
before. What you said you want me to do to you."

His reluctance to say the words out loud was adorable. I pulled him to his
feet and undid his pants, sliding my hand in his underwear over his
beautiful, hard cock. As I squeezed, I leaned into his ear and whispered
"That I want you to fuck me?"

He shuddered as if the word was electric and his cock jumped in my hand. I
pushed him to the ground right there in front of my door, my hand stroking
his cock and my mouth right at his ear. "You like the sound of that, don't
you?" I asked. He nodded helplessly. "You like hearing I want you to fuck
me."

"Yes," he croaked.

"Well. If you're a good boy, perhaps we can see about that.  Do you want
to?"

"Yes."

"Yes what?"

He gasped as my stroking speeded up. "Yes, I want to fuck you."

"Good. Because I want you to fuck me." Again, he shivered to hear the
words. His cock felt so big and hard in my hand, so eager. He was getting
close, I could tell. I leaned in to his ear again and whispered
hoarsely. "Fuck me." He moaned. "Fuck me," I repeated. "Fuck. Me."

He gave a strangled cry and his cock twitched. I felt it pulse in my hand,
and I looked down to watch his seed spurt in three huge bursts, landing on
his chest and belly, staining his tee shirt. The last spasm oozed a final
bit out over my hand and as he looked at me through spent, heavy-lidded
eyes, I deliberately raised my hand to my mouth and licked it clean.

"Dear god, you are magnificent," he growled. "I want you so much."

"What do you want?"

He paused. "I want your cock," he said finally. "I want to suck you
again. I want to do what you just did to me and feel you cum in my
hand. And I want to fuck you."

He stood, clumsy with his pants hanging mid-thigh, and pulled me to my
feet. Laughing, we stumbled through the apartment into the bedroom, where
he shucked his pants and cum-spattered shirt. "You get naked too," he
ordered me. "And sit on the bed with your back to the wall." He looked
around the room. "Do you have lube?"

Wordlessly, I retrieved my bottle of KY from the night table, and followed
his instructions, sitting at the head of my bead, my back to the wall, my
hard cock sticking up like an exclamation point. Adam came and knelt in
front of me, carefully rubbing some lube into his palms, and sliding his
slick hand down over my shaft.

It felt exquisite, and in moments I was helpless with pleasure as he
stroked me leisurely, occasionally running his other hand around the head
of my cock.

"I love doing this to myself," he said with a smile. "I've always wanted to
do it to someone else. To you."

I realized as he stroked me and my world narrowed to the single point of
ecstasy that was his lubed hand on my cock that I had never had a proper
handjob before. I'd had them, just not ... not nearly as good. Adam stroked
me with the expertise of someone who had spent years learning to pleasure
his own cock, and was eager to share his talent. His hand was strong and
sure, knowing precisely how to make me a slave to his ministrations.

It was almost better than his mouth. Almost.

He was very obviously enjoying it as well, for I could see that his own
cock, only milked mere minutes before, was already hardening again. As he
stroked me, he spared his other hand for himself, occasionally reaching
down to squeeze and tug himself to full hardness.

"Here," I said, my voice ragged. "Come here." I pulled him toward me so
that we were both sitting, our legs wrapped around each other and our cocks
pressing against each other. "THIS is what I was thinking of all day."

Once I had seen a short video on a gay porn site of two cocks being stroked
together. I couldn't see the men, just their cocks and the hand that was
slick with lube stroking them and rubbing the shafts together.  All of a
minute long, that became my jerk off material for a week, and I regretted
at the time not having tried that with my internet hookup.

Now, I poured a generous dollop of KY into my hands and slid them over
Adam's raging erection. I pressed our cocks together, rubbing them against
each other, my hand encircling them stroking up and down. Adam's eyes were
locked in fascination on the sight, his breath starting to come faster and
faster. I leaned forward and licked his nipple, and was rewarded with a
moan.  I could feel myself getting close, so I let go of my cock and
concentrated on his for a while, every so often bringing mine back into
play.

"Fuck," he said thickly. "Fuck, I'm getting close."

"Tell me when," I whispered back, and started rubbing my cock up against
his again. I was right on the edge, and could feel my orgasm building .

"Oh fuck. I'm gonna cum again," he gasped, and suddenly his semen flooded
over my hand and my cock. That put me over and I gasped as well, spurting
what felt like an enormous amount of cum over our cocks, my hand, and our
legs. With a whimper of pleasure, he leaned forward and put his arms around
me, hugging me close as our sticky cocks softened against each other.

"I didn't think it was possible to cum this many times in a day," he
breathed, even as I felt his cock stiffening again.

"Fuck me," I said as I ran my hand over his hardening tool.  "You've got to
be kidding me."

He grinned. "Sorry."

"No. Jesus. Don't you dare apologize. It's like the gift that keeps on
giving. I just wish mine could do the same."

"Oh, yours does pretty fucking well."

I pushed him back on the bed and settled myself between his legs. "Three
days with you, and I'm going to need to buy new sheets," I teased, and ran
my tongue over his hardening cock. It tasted of our mingled semen, and I
licked it for a few moments like a lollipop, cleaning it off, while my
lover grunted with pleasure. "You're basically had a hardon since walking
into my apartment," I said between licks. "Aren't you getting sore yet?"

He chuckled. "I believe you said something a moment ago about fucking you?"

"Later, lover," I said, returning my attention to his cockhead. "If you
behave."

I swirled my tongue around his head, and he whimpered, "What does behave
mean?"

"Well, if you give me a little more cum to eat, I'll seriously considering
letting you fuck me."

He moaned. "Keep saying shit like that, and you'll get it sooner than you
think."

He didn't lie. He was leaking copiously, and I lapped up his precum
hungrily. I then swallowed his cock as deep as I could, and started sucking
earnestly. I knew when I went to town on him he could not last long ... I
loved how suddenly he came. No long buildup for Adam ... he still had a
teenage cock, really, however mature he might otherwise behave, and one
stroke or lick at the right time and suddenly he was there.

True to form, a casual swirl of my tongue around his glans did it for
him. He'd been moaning the whole time, but suddenly his whole body
stiffened and his cock jerked and I was rewarded with a new spurt of his
salty cum on my tongue. It amazed me he could still produce any,
considering how many times I'd already gotten him off that day.

But finally, he seemed spent, and ready to take a rest from sex. As I
licked him clean again, I reflected that I could use some time to recharge
my batteries as well ... because I had no intention of letting my lover
sleep that night.

... TO BE CONTINUED

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