Date: Thu, 28 May 2015 17:01:23 +0000 (UTC)
From: jonny btm <hotbtminla@yahoo.com>
Subject: God I Hated Adam

NOTE: While this story is based on actual events and real people, names
have been changed to protect the (not so) innocent. All the standard
caveats apply. This story is intended for adults to read, and is not for
minors. Praise or constructive criticism welcomed at hotbtminla at
yahoo. My other stories:

http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-friends/a-big-surprise
http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/highschool/road-trip-with-mike


GOD I HATED ADAM
By Jonny Btm


God damn I hated Adam. We grew up several houses apart in a typically awful
suburb of a typically awful small city in the middle of bum-fuck
Pennsylvania. We were the same age but a grade apart (he got held back a
year) and not friends. Not being friends is one thing, being
antagonistically bullying and hateful toward me was something else.

Adam had a huge chip on his shoulder. Several chips really. Shitty home
life and an older brother who was clearly the favored son, and anything
Adam did to try to follow in his brother's footsteps he did half-assed.
Average student at best (his brother was valedictorian), was on the
football team Ð which normally equaled instant cred in our town Ð but
was a third-string offensive tackle (his brother was the star
quarterback). His brother worked at the most popular restaurant in town,
and Adam was a grease monkey at a car rental place.

Adam was also deeply, overtly hostile to just about everybody, me in
particular. I don't even think it was because he suspected I was gay,
rather he was just a horrible person. I'd try to avoid him at the bus stop
but at least every other day he'd say something shitty. Looking back on it
now I realize it wasn't just me, it just felt like it was because that's
what part of being a teenager is all about. And he'd been a nasty piece of
work toward me ever since we were little. I mostly just tried to ignore him
and stay out of his way.

One chilly fall morning at the start of my 12th year and his 11th things
got heated. I was waiting for the school bus with the rest of the
neighborhood kids. I had my headphones in, eyes in a book, minding my own
business, and Adam just out of nowhere shoves me to the ground and yelled,
"Faggot."

I'm not a fighter, by nature or physique (it wasn't until I discovered
these cool things called weights in college that I started to transform my
slim, wiry frame into the kind of body I'd actually like to fuck). But I
was also a senior now, was tired of his shit, just wanted to be left alone
until I graduated, and get the hell out of this godforsaken town. I ripped
my headphones off and for the first time ever got right up in Adam's face
and yelled, "What the FUCK is your problem?"

It was an interesting moment for a couple reasons. Firstly because all the
blood rushed out of my faceÉ or into itÉ whatever, I was fired up and
terrified at the same time. I realized Adam and I had never actually been
this close to each other before. And rather than face to face I was face to
the top of his head. He was shorter than I realized. The third thing I
noticed was that while he was a lot shorter he was way bigger. He may have
been a shitty football player but he still played football, and wrestled,
and played soccer. This was a terrible idea.

Oh, and the other thing I noticed were his eyes. Adam's family was Italian,
and he took after his mother Ð jet black curly hair, pale olive skin,
thick eyebrows and surprisingly perpetual five o'clock shadow for an 18
year. Er, this was his own trait mind you, not one he shared with his mom,
but that would have been fantastic because she was as much a piece of work
as he was. But I digress. His eyes actually froze me in my tracks for a
moment. They weren't just blue, they were crystal blue, like a glacier. I'd
never noticed them before. I was always trying to avoid making eye contact
with him and inviting more torment. But goddamn those eyes were something
else.

And goddamn if those eyes weren't training on me like a falcon toward its
prey.

"What are you gonna do about it, pretty boy?" Adam hissed at me.

I just stared at him, calculating my next move, predicting all of them
ending with fewer teeth than I woke up with.

Adam shoved my shoulders away from him. "Fucking cocksucker."

He was clearly surprised that his shove didn't knock me over. We were both
surprised when I swung my right fist and cold cocked him. The next thing I
know we were on the ground, slapping and punching, him using all of his
wrestling training to his advantage to keep me pinned down. The kids around
us were yelling "Fight! Fight!" Ð why do kids do this? I know all
teenagers are assholes but seriously Ð and I was trying to cover my face
to deflect his punches.

That was when I realized he wasn't really hitting me. I mean he most
certainly was hitting me, but he was not putting his back into it or coming
close to using his full strength. I could tell he weighed a lot more than
me because he was on top of me, I was relatively certain the bulk of that
weight was muscle, everywhere I hit him Ð his arms, chest, even his neck
Ð was solid. And while his punches hurt and were scary, for some reason
he was clearly holding back.

I finally yelled "Adam, stop it! I don't want to fight."

He leaned back on his haunches, his ass and thighs keeping me pinned to the
ground. He wiped the sweat off his forehead and looked at me with those icy
blue eyes. He opened his mouth to say something and then just shook his
head. He climbed up and grabbed his back pack. I collected my things,
avoiding eye contact with everyone, put my headphones back on, and tried
not to cry.

As I climbed onto the bus something clicked in my brain that made the whole
episode even more fucked up. "Pretty boy?" I thought. "What the fuck does
that mean?"

A few months later the school semesters changed, and I was finally entering
the home stretch to graduation. Part of the routine with the semester
changes was that you'd have different versions of the same classes at
different times. Gym class, which I hated for all the right reasons, was
one of the few classes where they'd combine grades. Freshmen and sophomores
together, and juniors with seniors.

To my dismay Adam wound up assigned to my last semester gym class. This was
a class I already hated and now I'd have to share it with this asshole, and
it was first period Ð so every other day I'd get to start my whole day
with it. Mind you there were a lot kids in our gym class, they were the
biggest classes in the school, so I thought for the most part I could stay
out of his way. And Adam for the most part had stayed out of mine after our
fight. It was like he was just waiting for me to fight back and once I did
he ignored me. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad.

Springtime usually meant two things, kickball and soccer. Or the dreaded
"laps around the soccer field until you puke from the humidity." But on
this particular day it was pouring rain, like monsoon heavy, so we got
every sadists favorite: dodge ball.

While I wasn't particularly athletic at this point, I did know I was fast,
so I was generally pretty good about the "dodge" part. Throwing the ball I
sucked at, but if I could hold out as long as possible I could usually
manage to avoid the worst of it.

The teacher blew the whistle, the boys ran to the center line to grab the
balls, I started running backward to the side (watching where I was going
because I wasn't an idiot) and WHAM.

It wasn't just the force of the ball slamming into my chest, it was the
surprise. There were, like, 30 guys on my side of the court, and I just got
taken out with the precision of a sniper. It actually forced all the air
out of my lungs and I dropped to my knees, gasping for breath like an
asthma attack.

I looked across the court at my assailant. His feet were apart, my god
those are hairy legs, shorts one size too big, white t-shirt with holes
worn in it. Built like a brick shithouse. Pale olive skin. No. Oh you're
fucking kidding me.

I glared at Adam as I staggered off the court. He had a look on his face
thatÉ well, it was strange. I expected either his usual self-satisfied
grin or his patented psychopath in training glare. He glanced at me a few
times and looked, well, sorry. Clearly the oxygen wasn't getting back into
my brain fast enough.

The buzzer rang and we all headed to the locker room to change. I had study
hall for my next period, so I usually took my time so I could shower alone
if possible. I wasn't particularly shy about getting naked, despite not
having what I thought was a very sexy body, it was more that I didn't want
to run the risk of popping wood around the other guys. Which was extremely
likely given I was 18 and incredibly hard up for attention in the dick
department. Especially in my desire to give attention to dicks.

It was the usual early morning rush to get cleaned up and changed and off
to the next class, there wasn't the kind of horsing around in the locker
room that probably happened after sports games. Barely controlled chaos
accompanied by steam and the overpowering scent of whatever that soap
was. It smelled like stale oranges.

I took my time, slowly undressing while the other guys rushed around me. I
wrapped my towel tightly around my waist and walked into a thankfully empty
gang shower. The showerheads were all attached to metal poles in the center
of the room. I always found that kind of hilarious Ð that this jock
obsessed high school in a homophobic hick town would install showers that
actually ensured every guy would be facing each other.

The water was wicked hot, but I didn't care, I was still chilled from
waiting for the bus in a rainstorm, and the hot water was relaxing. I stood
under the jet as it blasted the top of my head, closed my eyes and just
tried to clear my mind.

After a few moments I turned around to get the water on my back and just
about jumped out of my skin. There was Adam, leaning against the shower
partition, still in his gym clothes. Arms crossed. Staring at me. I'd like
to say I screamed a manly scream, but it was more like a squeak.

Adam put his hands up, "Sorry, sorry."

"What the hell is wrong with you? How long have you been standing there?"

"Does it matter?"

"What the fuck Adam?"

"Dex, chill! I was just checking to make sure you were okay."

"What?!?"

Adam slowly started walking toward me, his hands outstretched in
I-come-in-peace fashion. "I nailed you pretty hard, man. Oh, geez." Adam
reached out and touched the dark red circle still on my chest where the
ball landed. It looked, and felt, like sunburn. And when he touched my
chest I had to do everything to keep my knees from buckling.

"Man," Adam whistled. "Damn I really nailed you big time."

"Proud of yourself?"

He looked at me with utter, sincere confusion. "No. I mean, yeah I knew I
wanted to go after you. And I definitely wanted to nail your ass."

I fought the urge to raise an eyebrow. There was no way he was bright
enough to be that clever.

"But I didn't mean to hurt you." His finger was still gently tracing the
redness on my chest. He was pouting, again with what looked like
sincerity. Damn his lips were plump.

Kittens. Think about kittens. No, goats. Think about goats. Nuns. Old
nuns. Think about old nuns. Do NOT think about kissing Adam Corsini right
now. Down, dick. Down.

"Though, you gotta admit," Adam continued Ð was he even aware of how
close we were standing? "It's kinda awesome that I left my mark on you."

"Awesome?"

"Funny."

"Adam."

He raised an eyebrow. It was that self-satisfied grin again, only this time
I found it kinda sexy.

"I'm naked."

Adam slowly gave me the full up and down. Really took his time. When we
made eye contact again he said, "It's a locker room. I'm a jock. I see
naked dudes all the time."

"Yeah, well I'm not usually one of them. And we're probably alone in here
now, but we don't know that for sure, so I think-"

Adam leaned in a little closer, his head tilted up to meet my eyes. I
believe it was because of the amount of steam, nothing else. It couldn't be
another reason. Please let it be another reason. Nuns. Kittens.

He said quietly, "You don't have anything that I haven't seen a thousand
times Dex. Why are you so nervous? I've seen all my teammates naked. I see
me naked every day. Would it make you more comfortable if I got naked?"

"Ahh."

"I'm pretty ripe from class so I definitely need to clean up." He started
to lift his holey white t-shirt but stopped half way. His belly was
exposed. Actually calling it a belly is a misnomer. The rock solid muscles
located over his stomach that looked like I could do several loads onÉ
of laundryÉ but his abs were too hairy for laundry. Goats. Kittens.

"I, uh."

"You want me to show you that we're more alike than you think Dex?"

What the fuck is he on about now.

"You're taller, skinnier. But I'm still bigger than you." He looked
directly down at my dick, which is nothing to slouch at, I'm a cozy 7.5
fully hard and one day I planned to use it with an actual person.

"I'm bigger in lots of ways."

"You think I care how big your dick is?"

Oh my fucking god why did I just say that? I could have said, "Prove it!"
Jesus H. Christ, Dexter. Idiot.

Adam just grinned and started walking away. "Suit yourself, pretty boy."

I finally exhaled, turned off the water and ran to my locker. I had to get
out of there. As I rounded the corner toward the door I saw Adam walking
toward the shower with a towel around his waist. His body wasÉ holy
shit. He was built like a superhero. Like a teenaged Wolverine with a less
pleasant personality. When I looked up at his face he was staring at me
with that self-satisfying grin. Then he slowly reached down and untied the
towel. He held it in front of his crotch, teasing me, and then let go. The
instant before his entire body would be revealed to me he grabbed the towel
again. All I got to see was a huge bush of pubes.

Adam chuckled and headed into the shower, flexing the most unbelievably
meaty ass I'd ever seen.

I hurried off to study hall.

A few months later I was finally out. Of school, that is. Working my summer
job at the local video store so I'd have spending money at college, which I
couldn't wait to get to. Freedom at last. I was working the late shift and
getting ready to close the store at 11, so I was preoccupied with stacking
returned videos back on the shelves. I heard the bell on the door jingle.

"Well, well, well."

I froze, a copy of Pulp Fiction in my hand. Slowly I turned. "Hey there,
Adam."

"Dex. Didn't know you work here."

"Didn't know you rented here."

"Charlie does, he lets me use his card when he's working."

"Cool." I returned to my video cart and tried to focus on the job at hand.

"Got anything you think I'd like?"

Jesus he was right behind me. What was he, a ninja with space issues?

"Beg your pardon?"

"Anything you'd recommend I try?"

"Well," I said, working my way through the action section and thinking
about nuns. "What are you into?"

"Oh I like everything, so long as it's good."

"Well, we, ah, do have pretty much everything."

"Looks like you do. Have everything. That I'd like to try."

"So, you looking for action?" I was holding a copy of Total Recall. Oh
god. I gasped.

Adam started laughing hard. It was the first time I ever heard him really
laugh.

"Sure, if that's what you're offering."

"Well we've also got, ah, romance."

"Action sounds more my speed tonight."

"Or suspense."

"I've had enough of that I think." Adam glanced into the back corner of the
store. The doorway with the gnarly beads hanging over it. "What's back
there?"

"You know damn well what's back there."

"I think I might go check it out." Adam casually strolled away, whistling
quietly.

My mind was reeling. Was heÉ was I seriously about to rent him porn?
Guys only watch porn for one reason, to stroke their hard cocks until they
shoot a hot load of cum all over their stomachs. Their hairy, perfect
stomachs. They maybe even go for more than one round, slowly playing with
their meat until it gets rock hard again, and they keep stroking their big
hard cock, bigger than mine, until another load coats their hairy, pale
olive skin.

"Yo. Dexter."

Adam was standing in the doorway to the back room. He had a sheepish look
on his face.

"I could use some help back here."

Was he kidding me?

I tried to stroll as nonchalantly as I could, suddenly conscious of the
raging boner trapped between my thigh and my car keys.

I entered the porn room Ð there wasn't much too it really, ours was a
small store, and generally speaking the tastes in our town were pretty
puritanical. Outwardly at least. We had a handful of "kinky" titles and
holy shit did those fly off the shelves. The single most rented movie in
our entire catalogue wasn't a Hollywood blockbuster or Oscar winning
classic, it was German lesbian bondage porn.

"What do you need?" I asked, trying to sound like this was a perfectly
normal place for a childhood bully and his target to have a conversation
about what he wants to jerk off to.

"It's, ah, kinda embarrassing."

"Trust me dude, I rent so much of this stuff I couldn't care less, I
probably won't even remember."

"No, I can't reach it."

"Oh." Now I felt like the asshole.

"I tried getting up on my tip toes but I think I'll knock the whole shelf
down."

"No worries." I turned around and reached for the top shelf. "Tell me when
my hand is over what you want." To keep my balance in check I put my other
hand on my hip, then my butt cheek.

That's when Adam said, "There it is."

I laughed and took the movie off the shelf. It wasÉ oh. Wow.

"Surprised?"

"Kinda. Yeah."

"Only kinda?"

"Very."

"Are you fucking kidding me?"

"Yes! I mean no! Jesus. Adam, I mean, I don't care, really, it's not aÉ
I justÉ Wow."

"So you're notÉ"

"Ugh, guh, what? No! I'mÉ no. I don'tÉ"

"You kept me guessing though. Remember that time in the shower?"

I nodded. I jerked off thinking about it for months.

"I couldn't figure you out. I was doing everything I could think of to get
in your pants. Well, you were stark naked but," Adam blushed a little. It
was adorable.

"And I hoped I was turning you on. Like when I did this," and with that he
lifted his t-shirt again. My eyes zeroed in on his abs.

"Is, ah, that a move that works for you?"

"I just wanted it to work for you, Dex."

"It, ah, Adam, I," he was still holding up his shirt, and I was still
staring.

"But then I thought maybe he isn't interested after all," Adam lowered his
shirt. I turned bright red.

"But then I saw you eyeing up my bod again before you left and you looked,
well, hungry."

"I hadn't had breakfast."

"Do you want to check me out finally?"

"W-what? Yes."

"For the video rental? It's getting late."

"Oh. Um, yeah, follow me."

As I walked to the cash register I thought my brain was going to go full
tilt Scanner. I couldn't believe this was happening. How did we get here?
Why did we get here now?

I zapped his card and the video box. "That'll be three bucks."

As he paid me and I walked to the end of the counter to see him out it was
like everything clicked. Everything I hadn't noticed before all made
sense. And if I wasn't so na•ve, so self-centered, judgmental, dense-

"Dex? Can I have the movie now?"

"What? Yeah, sorry."

"Thanks for being so cool by the way."

"What do you mean?"

"NobodyÉ you're the first person who, you know, `knows.' I thought you
might be too, and, wellÉ thanks for not, like freaking out or anything.
I was kinda scared to death every time I'd be around you, you're so hot."

Had I not been standing my jaw would have hit the floor. "I am not hot."

"Nope, sorry Dex, you're hot."

"Am not!"

"Are too."

"What the, what's hot about me?"

"Your eyes. Your face. Your brain. Your attitude." Adam made a show of
trying to peer around the counter. "Your ass."

I turned crimson. "I'm not."

"You are."

"You are." The words just fell out of my mouth and hung there in the
air. The coyote had just run off the cliff. Either keep running or fall to
your doom. Fuck it. Keep running. "Adam, IÉ haven't been as cool as you
think. I, um-"

"Lied?"

"Yeah."

"About being-"

"Yeah."

"That's it?"

"Isn't that enough?"

"You weren't lying when you said I was hot?"

I shook my head.

"You admit you were checking me out whenever you could?" Adam was slowly
leaning over the counter toward me.

I nodded.

He poked my chest, around the place he'd given me the dodge ball welt.
Slowly started tracing his finger around my heart. My knees buckled.

"You admit that I turn you on?"

Nod.

"You'd like to get me naked?"

"God yes."

"You want to spend the rest of the night at my parents place that we'd have
alone until Sunday because they're at Foxwoods so you can make it up to me
for rejecting me for all these years?"

"Yes."

Adam suddenly backed away from me and announced, "Nope. I don't believe
you." He started to walk out the door. I was dumbfounded. I thought I was
going to cry. Or throw up. Or throw up and cry.

He looked at his watch. "You close atÉ about ten minutes?"

I nodded.

"Cool. You know where the house is."

"ButÉ you didn'tÉ you don't believe me."

"I said I didn't believe you. I didn't say you shouldn't try to prove it."
With that Adam winked at me and walked to his car.

Twenty minutes later, after the fastest cash-out and lock-up of my life,
plus a quick phone call to mom to let her know I'd be visiting a sick
friend, I turned off my car in front of Adam's house. His car was in the
driveway but all the lights were off. I suddenly got very nervous. More
than I already was. What if this was a trick? What if he was hiding in the
bushes with a bunch of other guys from school waiting to kick my ass? Wait,
he'd need to have friends for that.

I walked up to the front door and quietly knocked.

From inside the house I heard Adam holler, "It's open."

I opened the door. The lights were all off, but there was a blue glow
coming from the living room. The TV was on.

"Lock the door behind you."

I locked the door and slowly, suspiciously made my way into the living
room. The gay porn he rented was on the TV. A bunch of pillows were on the
floor in front of the couch. There were also some towels and a bottle of
something on the coffee table. Looked like shampoo.

Adam walked into the room carrying two glasses of dark liquid. The ice
cubes clinked.

I couldn't take my eyes off him. He was wearing his gym clothes. Like
literally the same baggy shorts and moth-eaten white t-shirt from P.E.

"I figure we should do everything we shouldn't tonight. Whiskey?"

I nodded and took one of the glasses. My hand was shaking as I brought it
to my lips.

"Dex."

I glanced at him.

"Relax. I'm not going to hurt you."

We both sipped the drinks. I winced and coughed. It would be a few more
years before I'd learn to appreciate whiskey.

"You want to take a shower."

It wasn't a question.

"Why?"

"Because you've been working all night."

"Yeah in a video store not a construction site."

"DexÉ I'm going to do things to you that I've wanted to do for a long,
long time." Adam was walking closer to me again, like a stalking lion. "And
we are going to get very sweaty." He started unbuttoning my work
shirt. "And very hot. And I want you to be nice and clean for me, okay?"

I nodded.

"Upstairs, middle door."

I walked upstairs, stepped into the bathroom and finally exhaled. This was
really happening. I turned on the water, shucked the rest of my work
clothes and jumped in. Adam was right. The hot shower was needed, if only
to relax me. It then dawned on me that I might need to make myself clean,
like really clean, and that was a hell of a process not really knowing what
I was doing.

Finally rinsing myself off for the last time I heard the bathroom door open
and close. I could see his shadow through the shower curtain.

"You okay in there? You've been in here forever."

"Ah yeah. Sorry. You were right, I needed this."

"You better not have started without me."

"Nope! Just cleaning my pipes. I mean, not my, um, pipeÉ thing."

Adam pulled the shower curtain open. He slowly eyed me up and down
again. Then he licked his lips. I could just make out those icy blue eyes
in the steam. He looked ravenous.

For some reason, I don't know why, I covered my privates with my hands. I
felt embarrassed for some reason. When we were in public and I didn't think
he wanted me I was comfortable, but for some reason now I was shy.

He slid his hand down the front of his gym shorts. "You want some company?"

"Yes. No. I don't know. Jesus. I've neverÉ have you?"

"Have I what?"

"Had sex?"

"Maybe."

"That means no."

"That means maybe. You worried I'm not going to fuck you good?"

"What makes you think I'm the one getting fucked?"

His arm moved so fast I didn't even see it coming. He grabbed the back of
my head, pulled it toward him, and kissed me. Angrily at first, but then
tenderly. Biting my lip lightly, our tongues exploring each other's mouths
with growing intensity.

I felt myself melting into his arms. This guy was a head shorter than me
yet had me completely in his grasp. I felt his hands go lower down my
body. He tugged on my cock, which had grown hard as a rail. Urgently
kissing me I felt his hands snake around to my backside. He cupped my
cheeks and gave them a slap. I moaned. I could feel him smile against my
mouth. One of his fingers slowly traced down my crack. On its way back up
he pressed it inward. As soon as his fingertip touched my hole I moaned
like a cat in heat.

"Yeah," he whispered. Kissing my head as I buried it in his shoulder. "Yeah
that's what you need isn't it."

His finger slipped inside me. I growled into his shoulder.

"I'm gonna fuck you Dex. I'm gonna fuck you so good."

I started shaking. His fingertip found my prostate and holy shit did he
know what he was doing.

"AdamÉ"

"Dex."

"You have toÉ stop... I'mÉ I'm gonnaÉ"

He suddenly pulled his finger out of my ass and pinched the head of my
cock. I screamed.

"Shh. Don't worry Dex. You're going to come tonight. You're going to come a
lot. But not because of my finger."

I was panting like I'd just run 20 laps around the soccer field.

He moved us to the side and turned off the water. He helped me out of the
bathtub; my knees were wobbly. Grabbed a towel and started drying me off
while I caught my breath.

"I thought you were going to come inside. The shower. With me."

"I was hoping to come inside." Adam gave me a quick peck on the lips. "As
well as get in the shower. Thought I'd give you a chance to relive the
other time you came so, so close to getting me to fuck you. But you used up
the hot water."

He opened the bathroom door and led me into the hall. Instead of heading
downstairs he was leading me to his bedroom.

"What about the movie?" I asked.

"You want to watch a movie? Cause I was thinking instead you could finally
get my clothes off. Show me why I should believe you think I'm hot. Finally
get to see what you've been missing."

"Fuck the movie. I've seen it already."

Adam chuckled and turned on the bedside light. He pushed me down onto the
bed and kissed me deeply again. Then he stood up and placed his arms
straight up in the air. "Start with my shirt."

I touched that incredible stomach he'd teased me with so many times. He
tensed and chuckled, ticklish. I started lifting his shirt. I dove my face
into his abs and started kissing and licking him, the coarse hair on his
stomach playing on my tongue like the sexiest sandpaper ever. Slowly I
moved up, lifting his shirt more while my hands caressed the rock hard
muscles of his chest. My tongue following. I started sucking on one of his
nipples and he exhaled deeply. I heard him moan.

Further I traveled up his body, lifting the shirt over his head. With his
face covered I dove into one of his armpits and just started going to
town. Adam yelled this time. "Oh, oh fuck yeah."

I pulled the shirt off him and kissed him on the mouth again. He pushed me
back down on the bed and started undoing the drawstring on his gym shorts.

"No," I said. Stopping him with my hands. "Me. I get to do this."

Adam sighed and placed his hands at his sides.

I cupped the bulge in his shorts. What theÉ that can't be it. His crotch
was hot, but what I was feeling didn't feel like a dick, it felt like a
roll of salami. Which is also Italian. Oh man what have I gotten myself
into?

I undid his shorts and started to slowly pull them down. He wasn't wearing
underwear. His amazing, thick pubic bush came into view. Then the base of
his cock. Wow that looks thick. Slowly I slid his shorts down, and slowly
more and more of his shaft became visible.

"Please tell me there's an end of this thing."

"You're almost there."

Finally I got his shorts down to his knees and his cock sprung free. It
swung up and smacked his belly button. A glob of precum flew off and hit me
on the face. On instinct I licked it off my cheek.

He started slowly stroking that rock hard monster. I was surprised to
notice foreskin. I looked up at him.

"Everybody makes fun of me for it."

"You've got a dick that big and you think anybody's noticed you're uncut?
Trust me, they're compensating."

"Does it turn you off?"

I looked up at him and leaned forward. Taking the tip of his cock in my
mouth. Flicking my tongue across the head, the whole time looking directly
into his eyes.

"Fuck," Adam moaned. I slid my hands up to massage his chest while trying
to take as much of his cock in my mouth as possible. Which wasn't
much. Between trying to avoid teeth, trying to do everything I'd see girls
do in porn films to please their manÉ it was like trying to walk and
chew gum at the same time, except with cock flavored gum.

Adam slowly withdrew his prick from my mouth and climbed into the bed. He
laid on top of me and we started making out again. Kissing his way down my
chest. His body felt so hot and hard on top of me.

"Why'd you make me stop Adam?" I moaned.

"Cause I didn't want to cum too soon."

"Was I getting you close?"

"Dex you had me close the minute you walked in the door." Further down he
kissed my stomach, quickly flicked his tongue across the tip of my dick to
my balls. I felt him gently pulling my legs open.

"AdamÉ I don't knowÉ"

Lifting my legs up and spreading them wide I suddenly got very scared.

"Adam. I don'tÉ think I'm readyÉ"

He was kissing the inside of my thighs, licking my balls. Jesus.

"AdamÉ you'reÉ really big. Huge. I don't know-"

I suddenly snapped bolt upright on the bed. Adam's tongue was in my ass.

"What theÉ oh my godÉ"

I didn't even know that was a thing. And here he was eating me out like a
guy would eat a pussy. He was going absolutely mad down there, tonguing me,
licking me, kissing me, sucking me, biting me.

I was flailing around the bed like Linda Blair.

After what seemed like an eternity of the most sensual feeling I had ever
experienced Adam started kissing his way back up my body. He laid next to
me and placed one of my legs over his hip, kind of like we were spooning,
but with the smaller person on the outside.

Adam kissed me again. I took his tongue into my mouth and put my arm around
his shoulder. "I could do that for hours," he said.

We continued to tenderly make out and I felt his finger slowly caressing my
hip. It felt different this time. Slicker.

Again his finger traveled down to my ass, down my crack, to my hole. This
time my legs were open for him. After what he'd just done to me I doubted I
would ever close them.

His finger slid inside me. I moaned deeply. It was definitely slicker this
time, he slid all the way in in one movement and pressed on my prostate. My
whole body started to shake.

"You okay?" he asked.

"Fuck. God. Christ. Me. God."

"That sounds okay to me." He was tenderly nuzzling my neck while he
fingered me. It felt like my entire body was coming alive. I could feel
everything. The sweat leaking from my pores, the pool of precum pouring out
of my dick onto my stomach. Most importantly I could feel Adam. His rock
hard, hairy body pressed against me. His biceps and triceps flexing against
me while his finger relentlessly probed my ass. That enormous, hot, slab of
cock pressing against my hip. I could smell him. Feel his heartbeat.

"Adam. More."

"More what?"

"AÉ another finger."

I felt his middle finger slide inside me. I shuddered. I had no idea if I
could take more of this pleasure, but I craved it. My legs started opening
wider. Adam continued kissing my neck, face, mouth, patiently alternating
his fingertips against my prostate.

I reached down and started slowing stroking his cock. It was so
hot. Hard. He was leaking precum with every stroke. I slid my shoulder
under him and started pushing him up, on top of me. He never took his
fingers out of my ass or stopped kissing me. I felt a third finger inch its
way inside me.

"OhhÉ god," I moaned. He was doing things to me I didn't think were
possible. Opening me up. Fear, anxiety, apprehension all washing away,
replaced by lust. Need.

"AdamÉ please."

"Please what pretty boy?"

"FÉ fÉ"

His fingers slowly withdrew, immediately replaced by the thick head of his
cock against my hole. My legs were splayed open in an obscene fashion. He
laid on top of me and pulled the pillow from under my head. He gently slid
it under my waist. I wrapped my arms over his neck and kissed him. He felt
so hot and hard and alive on top of me, his manly body hair slick with
sweat coating my chest. He kept his cock head pressed firmly against my
hole, but wasn't going any further.

I wrapped my legs around his waist, trying to force him in me. I was
unbelievably relaxed. Ready.

He pressed forward very gently, or at least as gentle as that colossal
python could be. And then we both felt it pop. He was in me.

I groaned. He did too. I was pressing my legs against his waist trying to
draw him in more, but he was resisting. Taking his time. I felt him slowly
rock his hips back and forth, each time going ever so slightly deeper.

"Jesus," I moaned.

"You okay?"

"Keep going. More."

Adam continued to slowly feed more of his cock into my ass. And then it
happened. I felt that thick Italian sausage rub against my prostate. I lost
my mind. I started wailing like a banshee and couldn't stop. My whole body
was shaking. It felt like the most intense orgasm of my life, but I hadn't
come. Adam had that sexy self-satisfied grin on his face. When he said he
was going to fuck me good he knew exactly what he was talking about.

While I continued to convulse and moan he started slipping more and more of
his cock into me. Deeper than I thought possible. The whole time that
thick, wonderful cock of his gliding against my prostate, prolonging my out
of body experience.

Then it felt like he hit a wall inside me. It wasn't a pleasant sensation,
but wasn't entirely bad. Just weird.

"I think we've hit rock bottom." Adam said.

I reached down and felt the base of his cock, still an inch or two outside
of me. "Fucking hell, Adam, how big is thing?"

He kissed my forehead and chuckled. "I'll tell you after we're done."

I started licking the sweat off his shoulders and chin. He had bottomed out
but I wanted more. I'd come this far, further than I could have imagined. I
needed it all.

"More."

"Dex, it's not gonna work."

"Yes it will."

"I don't want to hurt you."

"AdamÉ push. Just a little." He looked very concerned, but there was a
determination in my voice and I was clearly trying to concentrate. He
pushed, very slightly. No. He pushed again. No. I was trying to figure out
how to control a part of my body I didn't even know I had. I was already
skewered by Adam's enormous meat pole, I couldn't be more relaxed, so
"Push."

Something inside me gave way. Adam was clearly taken by surprise as the
remaining inches of his cock sank inside me. I gasped. My eyes rolled into
the back of my head. I was overcome with pleasure I didn't think
possible. I could feel his pubic bone against me. His hairy, heavy balls
resting against my ass. I had taken him all.

Now Adam was the one losing his mind. "Oh god. Oh Dex. Oh my god. You feel
so good."

I started licking the sweat from his neck and face again as my arms and
legs pulled him closer. His sweat tasted saltier. I kissed his chin and
realized he was crying.

"Adam?"

"I've wanted this for so long Dex. I didn't think it would happen. I
thought you hated me."

"I did."

"Every time I thought about this I never thoughtÉ it would feel like
this. So good."

"Adam." He was breathing heavily, trying to reign in the emotional
wave. "Adam. Look at me."

Those teary, icy blue eyes fixed on mine. I'd never seen a more beautiful
color.

"Adam Corsini. I do not hate you. If that wasn't clear, may I remind you
that I'm the one with his legs open like the town tramp and yourÉ
fuckingÉ how the fuck big is that thing?"

"Almost nine inches."

"Your nine fucking inch cock, that's thick as a goddamned walrus tusk by
the way, is embedded in my ass to the hilt, so deeply that I'm not entirely
sure we're getting OUT of this position any easier than we got into it. So
if anybody should be crying right now it's ME."

"Sorry."

"Now man the fuck up. We'll talk about feelings later. Right now," I bit
his lower lip hard. "I need," I pinched one of his nipples harder. "You to
fuck my goddamn brains out. You love me?"

"Yes."

I paused. I didn't expect to ask that. I didn't expect that answer.

"Then prove it."

I started grinding my ass against his hips. Any stiffness that subsided
during his emotional breakdown rapidly came back to life. That sexy little
grin worked its way back onto his face.

I don't know what I was expecting to happen when he started grinding in and
out, just and inch or two at a time, but I went back into total sensory
overload. Saliva was dribbling out of my mouth along with moaning wails
every time his cock moved inside me.

Suddenly I came. Without either of us touching my dick. Come just flew out
of me like a volcanic eruption. That seemed to double Adam's confidence. He
was clearly quite pleased with himself.

"Fuck yeah. This what you wanted Dex?" He was getting more aggressive with
each thrust, once it was clear I could take it harder he shifted from
"making love" to "fucking." After a few minutes he was thrusting into me
like a piston, pulling his dick nearly all the way out before slamming back
in.

He was holding my legs by the ankles. I felt like I'd left my body. I
couldn't move, all I could do was lay there while this beautiful hunk of a
man fucked the daylights out of me. The sweat was pouring off his body now,
every muscle in his body was taut, the hair matted to his chest, arms,
stomach. I could feel those heavy balls slapping against my ass with every
stroke. I just started at him, transfixed. This was bliss.

"Yeah, this is my fucking ass now," Adam said. I weakly nodded and
smiled. "Fuck yeah, Dex, that's right. This is my hole."

"Your hole."

He had incredible staying power. At least 20 minutes of non-stop reaming me
out. He'd slow down every once in a while, but it wasn't because he was
tiring out, it was because of the sounds I'd make when he'd do it. How my
breathing would shift.

Adam started to wince a bit, probably from the sweat dripping into his
eyes. "I'mÉ close," he whispered. "Fuck. So close."

"Yeah."

"Where" slap slap slap "where" slap slap "do you want" slap slap slap

I mustered the last of my strength. Wrapped my legs around his
waist. Tugged on his arms to bring him closer to me. I held him tight
against me while he pistoned in and out of my holeÉ his holeÉ

"Oh god Dex."

I kissed him, trying to hold him a close as possible.

"Dex I can't... hold"

My ass had taken over and was meeting his every thrust. I held his face in
my hands. Those icy blue eyes piercing me deeper than his enormous cock.

"I love you Adam."

With one last thrust he pushed into me to the hilt. He let out what could
best be described as a roar. I felt his magnificent cock throbbing inside
me, and a warmth filling me up. His whole body shook every time his cock
pulsed inside me. Nine. Ten. Fourteen times. It was the most intense
feeling I'd ever experienced, or witnessed.

Adam laid on top of me, our sweat sticky with my cum, both trying to catch
our breath. I stroked his hair. He was drenched.

"That was crazy." I said. Adam nodded his head against my chest. "Trying to
walk is going to beÉ interesting."

Adam chuckled. "Well if you want I can just stay where I am. I'll just
carry you around on my cock."

"As incredible as that sounds," I replied. "We're going to have to take it
out at some point so I can suck you off."

He sighed. "If you insist."

"I can't believe how much you came."

"Yeah that was nuts, even for me."

"Even forÉ what's normal?!?"

"For my second load? Pretty much that, maybe a little less. I got a lot of
testosterone going on here, pretty boy."

"Wait. Your what?" I lifted his head up.

"Oops."

"Oops?!?"

"I, um, kinda rubbed one out while you were on your way over."

I was speechless. Beyond confused. Pissed.

"Dex, babe," those icy blues were pleading with me. "I was afraid I'd come
too soon. And that you'd be afraid of my cock and run away."

"I don't know who's the bigger pussy here, you or the guy you think I am."

"I won't ever do it again."

"You better not," I pushed his head back down on my chest. I felt him hug
me. It was like being trapped in a vice. A hot, muscular, hairy vice.
"Christ. I can't wait to experience what your first load feels like."

I felt a strange stirring inside me. No. I must be imagining things.

Adam nuzzled my neck again and whispered, "Want to experience the third one
first?"

And that was when I thanked the cosmos giving us Italy.