Date: Wed, 5 Mar 2008 22:36:44 +0000 (GMT)
From: George Anderson <george54anderson@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Nice Part No 10.{George Anderson}( M/B )[Part No.10!]

The usual disclaimers apply; sorry, if you're not 18, you'll have to wait!
For those who do read further, this is fantasy (with a tiny bit of reality
early on in the series), and is the original work of the author, who holds
the copyright.  You're welcome to share with a friend, and I'd appreciate
any thoughts/comments. It would be good to hear from you.  It really does
make a difference to know that someone has been affected by what they've
read - thanks to those who have written.  Sorry you've had a long wait -
once again, work pressures.  Hope the story compensates for the delay.


NICE 10


'A hand up a guy's ass - gross!  But Chris's cock was awesome - and when he
was fucking John - that was really hot!'

Adam sat on a bench, his mind replaying, over and over, the events that had
changed his view of life - totally!  He'd never really thought what two
guys could do sexually, but so much of what he'd seen had been SO erotic,
SO raunchy - SO RIGHT.  Now he could understand why Greg had wanted to kiss
his arse and suck his cock; 'My arse - my cock!'  He knew it was water
under the bridge now, but what would have happened if he hadn't broken away
from Greg?  It had all been so sudden and unexpected, so scary, yet
thrilling, too.  'I got hard - so did Greg - and he got me so horny that I
had to jerk off.  Did Greg see me?  Oh, why didn't I let things go a bit
further?'

But with his thoughts now focused on Greg, Adam was reminded of how he'd
shut him out - or, rather, it was all because of Sarah.  "How could I have
done that?  Greg's been my best mate for - as long as I can remember.  And
now I want him to be more than a best mate."  Suddenly realising that he'd
spoken his thoughts out loud, Adam glanced around, anxious in case he'd
been overheard, but there was no one to hear his pangs of regret.  For the
next hour he sat, staring out over the surface of the loch, and using the
peaceful surroundings to consider all his options.  If anyone had asked him
what was on his mind, Adam would have found it difficult to give a sensible
answer.  It was everything, and yet, at the same time, nothing.  Just a
confused jumble of 'has been', 'might have been' and 'what will be?'  Adam
knew what would be the ideal outcome, but life rarely worked that way.

First of all, however, he'd have to return to the chalet, and hone his
acting skills - nothing must suggest that he'd seen John before.
Approaching the house, Adam was relieved to see that the Chapman vehicle
was parked outside.  Mr Chapman was the first to greet Adam: "Well, hello,
Adam - how was your afternoon?  Better than ours, hopefully!"

Mrs Chapman responded, somewhat tetchily, "And what's wrong with visiting
my sister, Michael Chapman?  You know how much she looks forward to our
visits."

Sarah's dad said nothing but turned his head towards Adam and rolled his
eyes heavenward, at the same time mouthing the word "Women!"  Adam knew
exactly what he meant.

"You enjoyed our visit, Sarah, didn't you?"  But Irene Chapman wasn't so
much asking a question, as making a statement.

"I always do - Aunt Frances and I are SO alike."  Adam was glad he hadn't
met her!

"Now, Michael - when are we going to eat?  Soon, I hope."

It was interesting for Adam to observe the family dynamic and, to be
honest, he wondered how Irene and Michael Chapman had ever got together -
they seemed so ill suited.  He had reached two conclusions: 1 - the reason
behind the marriage must have been a large, shared bank account and, 2 - it
wasn't difficult to see where Sarah's temperament came from!

"We can head off as soon as ...  in fact, here he is now."

Adam spotted the car he'd seen earlier in the day, now making a return
visit.

"Come on, Adam," said Michael, "and I'll introduce you to John.  I'm sure
you'll get on well - despite what Sarah says!"

With a haughty lift of her nose, Sarah turned on her heels and headed
towards her bedroom.

John, even when completely dressed, was an impressive young man as he
stepped out of his car, and raised himself to his full 6 foot 4 inches.
"Hi, Dad."

"Hello, John - great to see you."  Michael gave his son a loving hug.

"I'd like you to meet Sarah's friend, Adam, who's with us for the weekend."

John stretched out a welcoming hand: "Hi, Adam, pleased to meet you.  How
are you coping with my lovely sister?"

Adam appreciated the irony of the question, but didn't want to give too
much away.

"We're getting on fine, thanks," he lied, but really thinking how much
better he'd get on with her brother.

"John, sorry to rush you, but are you ready to have a bite to eat?  Your
mother's anxious that we should leave as soon as possible."

"No probs, Dad; I'll just pop my bag in to the house and we can head off."

Adam had been hoping to have a shower, but that would have to wait until
later.  In only two minutes, everyone was in the Mercedes, and heading off
to a nearby restaurant.  "Are you happy to drive home, Irene?"

"Humph!  So you can have a few drinks, I suppose?  Well, if I must!"

"Thank you, dear."

After a short journey they arrived at the restaurant.  The venue was
stunning - natural pine interior, with a high vaulted ceiling, and large
picture windows affording amazing views across Loch Lomond to the peak of
Ben Lomond.  And a "bite" to eat was hardly an accurate description of the
delicious food - several courses of top-class cuisine, accompanied by
excellent wines.  For Adam it was a rare treat - and he dreaded to think
what it must all cost.

The arrangement at the table was interesting; John and his father sat
beside each other, while Adam and Sarah sat together on the opposite side.
At the head of the table was Mrs Chapman - definitely the dominant force in
the family.  It was very much like father, like son and, sadly, like
mother, like daughter.  The females obviously loved the sound of their own
voices - certainly no lull in the conversation with Sarah and mum around.

There was an obvious, strong bond between Michael and John Chapman who
often ignored the ceaseless female prattle and chatted quietly between
themselves, but not forgetting to include Adam in their conversations.
Adam enjoyed learning a little more about John, who had obviously inherited
his father's good looks, engaging personality and generous nature.  He
seemed a thoroughly nice guy - and VERY different to his sister.  To be
honest, Adam often drifted off into his own world of recollection and
fantasy as he gazed, as subtly as possible, at the extremely handsome young
man seated opposite.  As Adam recalled events of the afternoon, he also
considered the possibilities for later that night ... 'I wonder if he
fancies me?  Will he try anything?  What will I do if he does?  What if he
knows I've seen him with Chris - will he confront me?  What would I say?'
... As Adam drifted back into the real world he found himself staring
blankly right at John - who was looking straight
 at Adam, a subtle, knowing smile on his handsome face.  Slightly
flustered, Adam turned to his right and tried to look as if he'd been
totally engrossed in Sarah's inane conversation.  However when he sneaked a
glance he was embarrassed to see that John was clearly still looking at him
- intently.  The rush of blood to Adam's cheeks produced a delicate blush,
which John found extremely appealing; if only he could have seen the effect
the pulsing blood was having on Adam's cock, well - that would have
appealed even more!

The evening seemed to draw to a natural conclusion - though in reality it
was Mrs Chapman who decided it was time to leave, largely because she
thought her husband had had more than enough to drink.  The group arrived
back at the chalet around 10.30 p.m., but for Michael Chapman the night was
yet young, meaning there was plenty of time to enjoy a few more glasses of
wine or beer.

"Well, if you're going to stay up drinking, I'm certainly going to bed.
Sarah - I think you should get to bed, too.  Michael - try not to be too
late!"  And with those few short phrases, both mother and daughter swept
from the room.

"Now lads, who'd like a beer?  John?"  John nodded a positive
response. "Adam?"

"That would be great - thanks."

Michael headed for the kitchen, soon returning with a few cans and 3
glasses.

"I'm really glad you managed to come across, John - I don't see you often
enough, and I don't really know how things are going in your life."

As father and son chatted, it was obvious to Adam that there was a
wonderfully close bond between the two, and though Adam got on well with
his dad, the relationship was not on the same level as John's with Michael.
Adam found himself wondering if Michael knew his son was gay.  From what
he'd seen it appeared fairly certain that the answer was 'no', but Adam
felt equally sure that John would be accepted and supported without
question.  Apparent confirmation of that opinion came about in a very
unexpected way.

"So how is Aunt Frances, dad?"

Normally the most diplomatic of men, the alcohol temporarily removed
Michael's inhibitions, and he gave an unusually forthright opinion.  "She's
the usual snobby cow she always has been!"

"Dad - that's not like you."

"Maybe not - but it's true.  And when your mum visits, she ends up being
just like her.  And so does Sarah.  There are times I wonder why I married
into that family - in fact, there are times I wonder why I got married at
all!"

"Dad, that's just the drink talking.  And I hope you don't really mean it -
after all, without mum, I wouldn't be here."

"You're right, John.  Sorry.  But, you know, if there's such a thing as
reincarnation, I think I'll ask to come back gay."

"Now I KNOW it's the drink that's talking."

"A bit, maybe, but I know quite a few gay guys - through the business, you
understand - and they don't seem to have a nagging partner - but what do I
know.  I've probably said too much, so it's time I went to bed."  Michael
pushed himself out of the chair, said 'Goodnight', and walked, somewhat
unsteadily, towards his bedroom.

'Interesting', thought Adam.  'It sounds like Mr Chapman might well accept
a gay son.  I wonder why John's not told his folks he's gay?'  But of
course, when Adam's thoughts included Sarah and her mum, it was easy to see
why John might not be keen on telling the family.

"Sorry about that, Adam.  Dad's obviously had a bit too much to drink - I
hope he didn't embarrass you?"

"No worries - I think your dad's really cool."

"He's a great guy, and we get on really well.  And I think he's got the
right idea about heading to bed, too.  What about you?"

"Yeah - I'm pretty tired."

"Take your beer with you and we can finish it in the bedroom."

"OK."

The two lads headed to their room.  Adam was, in fact, anything but tired.
His mind was amazingly active as he considered the possibilities that lay
in store, but perhaps John really did want to sleep?  As they sat on the
sofa, Adam couldn't avoid thinking about events earlier in the day - events
that had occurred exactly where they were now sitting.  Adam's cock
stiffened as his memory replayed the amazing scenes he'd witnessed.  Partly
to avoid being discovered with a hard-on, but also because he wanted to
remove all sticky traces of his own rapid wank session, Adam asked if it
was OK to have a shower.

"Of course - I'll probably have one too." - For a moment Adam thought that
John might be suggesting a shared shower.  "No rush - just take your time."
- but it was clear that each was to shower on their own - sadly.

Standing under the powerful spray was not only refreshing, but also
stimulating for Adam.  As he allowed his imagination fairly free rein, his
cock responded exactly as it always did.  But Adam resisted the urge to
jerk off - he wanted to make sure that, if the opportunity arose, he would
have plenty hot boy-juice to make an impression.  Turning the temperature
control to cold had the desired effect - not that Adam wanted his erection
to disappear completely - after all, he wanted to offer John a tantalising
glimpse of aroused cock.

"I enjoyed that - " commented Adam as he came out of the bathroom - "It's
all yours."

"Thanks, Adam.  I've poured you another beer - I'll join you shortly."

Adam watched John as he elegantly walked across the room and into the
bathroom - he was a beautiful young man, no doubt whatever.  John really
was sex on legs - tall, lithe, tanned and nicely muscled, with just the
right amount of body hair - enough to emphasise his masculinity, without
appearing ape-like.  Again Adam was aware of the stirrings in his crotch -
it was difficult enough to avoid springing a hard on, but when there were
such tempting sights as John, well - it became well nigh impossible to keep
things under control.

John meanwhile was having similar difficulties due to finding Adam's
discarded boxer shorts.  Though barely warm by the time John found them,
there was more than a little evidence of sexual release.  Picking them up,
John raised the shorts to his nose, relishing the musky, male scent that
was always a real turn on for him.  He couldn't be sure, of course, but he
hoped that Adam had seen Chris and himself in the afternoon, and that the
dried cum was the direct result of the sex he'd witnessed.  John knew he
shouldn't do it, but he couldn't resist stretching out his tongue to enjoy
the salty, pungent flavour of boy-cream.  The flavour only made him want to
taste it directly from the source - something he hoped might happen.  He'd
noticed Adam's frequent glances in his direction, but he wasn't 100% sure
that his sister's boyfriend would be up for some gay experimentation.  As
he stepped into the shower and turned on the water, he continued to mull
things over in his mind: How he
  could 'test the waters' with Adam?  He'd have to be careful because at
the moment he didn't want anyone in the family to know he was gay.  If he'd
been unsure how his dad would react to the news, his unusually candid
comment regarding his gay clients was very interesting, and strongly
suggested that his dad would accept him, whatever his sexual orientation.
But his mother - and his sister?  John really wasn't certain.

Refreshed and revitalised, John slipped on his sexiest pair of boxers - not
the loose-fitting type favoured by Adam, but the figure-hugging sort, with
a carefully shaped pouch that gathered the family jewels together and
thrust them forward in a very erotic way. 'I'll soon see just how straight
my sister's hunky boyfriend is.'

As he walked out of the bathroom, Adam was sitting on the sofa, sipping a
beer and reading a magazine.  He was wearing a fresh pair of shorts,
similar to those John had found, and which were now in his hand.  "You left
your boxers in the bathroom, Adam - will I just pop them into your room?"

Knowing the state they must be in, Adam was flummoxed momentarily, but what
could he do?  John had perhaps just picked them up without really looking
too closely?  He could always hope!  "Yeah ... thanks ... that's fine."
Adam looked up to see John crossing the room towards the other part of the
bedroom ... and could hardly believe his eyes!  The skin-tight boxers - a
pattern of narrow vertical stripes that were coloured red, orange, yellow,
and shades of blue - seemed to have been sprayed onto John's gorgeous ass.
The underwear and the wearer were simply stunning.

"I see you wear the same brand of underwear as I do, Adam."

Adam heard nothing.  He may have spotted the Unico logo, but his attention
was given completely to watching the beautifully sculpted ass cheeks that
so perfectly filled John's shorts.  But if the rear view had captivated
Adam, it was as nothing compared to the vision that was now walking back
across the room, directly towards Adam.  The fabric that moulded itself so
closely to John's ass and thighs had been formed into a pouch that was now
forming an obscenely close-fitting covering for John's considerable cock
and balls.  What really caught the eye was that while the stripes ran
vertically on the legs and ass, for the pouch, the pattern now ran
horizontally.  The stripes met perfectly to form an unmissable 'V' that
thrust forward in an extremely macho, erotic way.  Adam's gaze remained
firmly fixed on John's crotch - and John knew it, but managed to give a
convincing impression of not noticing where Adam was gawking.

Walking past Adam, John slowed slightly, teasingly, to allow him a little
extra viewing time, before sitting himself down at the other end of the
sofa - not that there was a great distance between them.  Rarely was Adam
at a loss for words, but for the moment he could think of only one thing,
and he felt that complimenting John on his choice of underwear might be a
little too much.  Thankfully, John broke the silence by asking...

"So, Adam, what do you do to keep fit?  You've got a really good body."

"Err ... thanks.  Actually, I play tennis and do quite a lot of swimming."

"It shows.  Have you used the pool here?"

"Yeah - it's really great.  I had an hour there this afternoon, when your
folks were away."

If John had tried to create a trap, it couldn't have been any better.

"Really?"  John saw Adam's face take on a slightly worried look.

"Should I have paid?"

"No, it's free to residents.  It's just that when I came past it I'm sure
there was a sign apologising for the temporary closure because the
filtration system had broken down."

There was nothing Adam could say.  He'd lied, and that was that.

John continued, "You were in the chalet - here - this afternoon, weren't
you."  It wasn't really meant as a question, and it wasn't delivered in an
accusatory tone.  Adam's fantasies of what John and he might do suddenly
evaporated as he sat, head tilted downwards, face becoming ever more red.

The silence seemed interminable.

"I'm really sorry, Adam."  Adam slowly lifted his head and looked directly
at John, who continued.  "I think you saw Chris and me - in here - this
afternoon.  Am I right?"

The silence remained unbroken as Adam slowly nodded.

"Did you see ... everything?"

"Pretty much."

"I imagine it freaked you out?  I can't begin to think how you must have
felt at the time."

"I've never seen anything like that.  It must have hurt like hell?"

"You mean the fisting?"  Adam nodded, quickly deciding that a hand up the
ass would indeed be 'fisting'.  "Yeah - it hurt like hell."

"Is that what ... gay sex ... is always like?"

Shaking his head, John answered, "No - it doesn't need to be like that.
That was pretty extreme - not many guys are into that kind of thing.  I'm
really sorry that you had to see it."

Adam found the courage to offer John a possible opening - "Thanks, but
... what about the rest?"

"Well, most guys enjoy being in the driving seat, but as you saw, I really
like taking it."

After a few seconds silence, Adam's response surprised John - "It was
really hot."

John, too, waited a few seconds before asking - "Are you saying that my
sister's boyfriend might not be completely straight?"

Adam took the plunge.  "No - I'm saying that your sister's EX-boyfriend is
pretty certain that he's ... gay."

John slid along the sofa, stretched out his left hand and gently wrapped
his fingers around Adam's right wrist.  Slowly, he lifted the arm, bringing
Adam's hand to rest directly on the bulging pouch of his erotic boxers.
"It seems a shame to only look and not touch - doesn't it?"  The expression
on Adam's handsome face changed from anxiety to pleasure as his hand made
contact with the hot basket.  "Feel good?"  The question, widening Adam's
smile and accompanied by a silent nod, was receiving the positive response
John hoped for.  "It's good for me, too."

Lifting his hand from Adam's arm, John questioned Adam with his eyes, and
again the response was positive.  His intentions were clear, and having
been given the green light, John delicately lowered his open hand, and
began to stroke the inside of Adam's lightly haired thigh.  Each sensuous
movement created a range of wonderful sensations for Adam, every one of
them a new experience.  Under his own fingers, he could feel the steady
hardening of John's enlarging cock - and feeling another guy's cock was
completely different to feeling his own.  And all the time the two guys
were silent, sometimes watching each other's hands, sometime each other's
eyes.  Spoken communication was superfluous.

As John continued to stroke Adam's leg, he allowed his hand to venture
increasingly further up the leg of what were, by now, tented boxer shorts.
Adam's breathing became heavier and faster, and he couldn't prevent the
gasp resulting from John's first contact with his balls. It was a mixture
of surprise, delight - and downright horniness.  The sensation of someone
else - of someone as sexy as John - touching his nuts was a totally new
sensation. Adam was a regular wanker, and he enjoyed playing with his balls
when jerking off, but to have another guy fondling him was beyond words.
John turned his hand through 180 degrees, and wrapped his fingers round
Adam's steel hard cock.  If having someone feel his balls had been
gasp-inducing, it didn't begin to compare to the feelings which, though
centred on his throbbing prick, were flashing over his whole body.  Adam
couldn't prevent a loud "Oh, God!" filling the bedroom.

"Shh - not too loud."

John continued to run his fingers over and around Adam's blood-engorged
dick, exploring from the soft pubic hair, right to the now moist tip, where
the well-lubricated foreskin was beginning to slip back over the head.
Rubbing his thumb over the glans, John could feel the slippery pre-cum that
was slowly oozing out of Adam's piss slit.  It was pretty obvious that Adam
was enjoying the experience, and was moving inexorably towards the
inevitable conclusion, but John wanted to delay that event as long as
possible.  Reluctantly, John slid his hand out of Adam's shorts - much to
Adam's disappointment.  However it was soon apparent that John had other
ideas very clearly in mind.

"Might be a good idea to get these off - after all, we don't want to mess
up another pair, now, do we?!"

Adam knew that John had obviously seen the dried cum in the boxer shorts
he'd discovered in the bathroom.  Feeling more than a little embarrassed,
Adam could only manage a rather coy, slightly shame-faced smile, but John's
ear-to-ear grin suggested there was nothing to worry about.  Placing both
hands on the waist-band of Adam's boxers, John began to pull them down,
revealing first the profuse growth of dark hair, followed by the thick base
of a throbbing hard-on.  As the shorts continued their descent, Adam's high
tensile cock sprang free of its poly-cotton prison, shooting violently
upwards and slapping against his lower belly.  For Adam this was a defining
moment; he was allowing another guy to remove the last item of clothing he
was wearing; he was allowing himself to be totally naked, to be sexually
aroused, and to be subject to the admiring gaze of someone he knew to be
gay.  Despite his understandable uneasiness, Adam felt safe with John.
There was the nice irony tha
 t when Sarah had merely groped him, he had been shocked and very
uncomfortable, whereas with her brother, who had gone so much further,
everything seemed natural and right.

Adam's dick hitting his belly was something that made both guys smile
broadly at each other - dicks, it has to be admitted, are funny things,
often with minds of their own!  But for Adam to hear his penis described as
a, "Nice cock" was really quite a surprise.  And his surprises continued
when John took his right leg, pushed it against the back of the sofa whilst
sliding his left leg to the front, the lower joint draping itself over the
front edge.  John was treated to one of the most erotic views of a guy -
legs apart, revealing a ram-rod straight cock rising proudly above two
large, spunk-filled balls, below which lay the dark entrance to THE most
intimate, rarely seen area of a guy's body.

As John's right hand slid sensuously across Adam's lean torso, his fingers
found and teased first one, and then the other erect nipple.  With yet
another new sensation, Adam was enjoying a sexy voyage of discovery under
John's expert guidance - and there were other delights in store.  John
brought his left hand into play, gently stroking the inside of Adam's right
thigh, before giving his balls a gentle, rotating massage.  If Adam thought
things couldn't get any better, he'd not reckoned on John exploring his
navel with his tongue, the hot, hard flesh tickling its way around the
cavity.  Continuing to increase the level of sexual excitement, John
brought his right hand down Adam's body to grasp his dick - no half-hearted
touch, but a firm, masculine squeeze.  Coupled with a ball massage -
indescribably wonderful!

John looked to his right, and found himself staring straight into Adam's
open eyes - wide open, not with fear, but with carnal lust, pleading with
John to take that extra step, and envelop his electrically charged prick in
his lusciously moist mouth.  Until the time he would offer his ass for
fucking, for Adam this was the clearest sign of gayness.  He was trusting
another guy not to hurt him, and yet he was placing his soft-skinned,
sensitive sex organ between teeth that could, if John wanted to, exert
severe damage.  But the sensation of a warm, moist cavity wrapping itself
delicately around the very essence of masculinity, which was then treated
to a tantalisingly delicious tongue massage!?  Out of this world!!!

"Ohhhh ffffuck!  Ahhh, ah, ah."

"Shh, Adam - keep it down."

Adam, somehow, managed to find the volume control, and reduced his moans to
relatively gentle whimpers.  John knew that it wouldn't be long until
Adam's balls would tighten, and the reflex muscle- action would start
pumping hot, sticky cum, spraying the inside of his mouth.  With two
purposes in mind, John broke off from giving an expert blow-job; firstly it
was to stop Adam coming just quite so quickly and, secondly, it would also
allow him to introduce Adam to the delights of having his balls sucked.
John began by flicking his tongue rapidly over the surface of Adam's
virtually hairless scrotum before indulging in a leisurely, lascivious
lick.  Adam, of course, knew what a blowjob was, but he hadn't ever thought
that ball sucking would form part of the experience.  But, boy! - He was
glad that John included it on the menu!  First one ball, then the other was
enveloped in the wet, warm, fleshy vacuum, where John's talented tongue
continued its magical movements, lifting Ada
 m to yet another sexual high.

However, John had one further delight in store for the tortured teen;
reluctantly releasing Adam's ball-sack, John wet his left-hand fingers
before gently probing the fleshy ass-cheeks that concealed a virgin hole.
Continuing to gently wank Adam's inflamed cock, whilst lapping at the tight
balls below it, John began to tease Adam's tight hole.  Not that he'd have
much time to do a great deal more, because Adam was on the brink of orgasm,
and the finger stimulation was going to be the final piece in the orgasmic
jigsaw.  For Adam it was just too much, his body going into sensory
overload, with all red lights flashing and alarms sounding as the
irreversible process began deep inside his body, gathering pace as the
pressure built up before valves opened to release the surging, scalding
spunk.

Pulse after pulse, wave after wave - the hot cum shot through Adam's fiery
red cock before shooting into John's waiting mouth, accompanied by deeply
guttural groans and moans.  And no way could John say anything to encourage
Adam to be a bit quieter - in his current situation it was totally
impossible.  The thick, creamy-white man-juice spurted onto John's tongue,
completely coating it, and hitting off the roof of his mouth.  The
ejaculations continued for some fifteen seconds, hardly diminishing in
strength or volume until Adam's balls had totally emptied themselves.  John
swallowed every last drop, sucking the final trickle from a still-hard
prick.

Adam was speechless.  He couldn't remember any orgasm that had even
approached the intensity or duration of what John had induced.  As he lay,
continuing to enjoy the oral attention, Adam's thoughts turned to sexual
etiquette: he was sure it was right to say thanks, but was there an
expectation that he would reciprocate?  He didn't know if he could - and
John had been so fantastic, that he knew he couldn't begin to approach his
level of skill.  Even although he had not been able to maintain physical
contact throughout the memorable experience, he was aware that John
probably hadn't cum - a quick glance confirmed that he was still wearing
his sexy shorts.

"Do you always cum so strongly?  That was quite some load."

"I've never cum like that before - ever; it was ... unbelievable.  Thank
you."

"I enjoyed it, too - you're a fantastically sexy boy, you know."

Adam blushed - not that it was easy to spot, due to his still flushed face.

"Thanks.  But you haven't ... yet."

"It's OK.  I wanted to focus completely on you.  Do you think you want to
... try something?"

"I want to, but ... I don't know if I can.  You were great - and you made
it seem so ... easy, so ... natural.  I think I'd choke if I tried to ..."

Sensing Adam's understandable apprehension, John offered an enjoyable way
out.  "Why don't you toss me off?  I'd really enjoy getting a hand-job from
someone as gorgeous as you."

"Really?"

John nodded his head.  "Yeah - but you'll need to take off my shorts
first."

This last statement was said with a large, beaming smile spread right
across John's face.  "Stand up."

Adam swung both legs over the side of the sofa, placed both feet on the
floor and raised himself up to stand facing John. He was tempted to tilt
back his head in the hope that John would respond with a kiss - Adam
couldn't believe that he was thinking like that - but he resisted.  Instead
he lowered his gaze to the large, protruding pouch that demanded to be
cupped, stroked and fondled.  With his right hand formed into a cup shape
Adam moulded it round the hot, hard mound of cock and balls, slowly rubbing
the smooth fabric.  Now it was John's turn to moan - "Mmm, nice.  My ass
would like the same treatment."

Moving closer to John, their bodies enjoying the physical contact, Adam
slid his hands around the waistband of John's shorts, each sliding slightly
lower onto the two firm, muscular buttocks.  While his hands were exploring
the contours of the cotton-clad cheeks, Adam's cock was pressing against
John's pouch.  The erotic feelings generated by the contact were enough to
encourage Adam to slip his fingers under the fabric, and feel the
marble-smooth buns of John's ass.  Adam allowed his fingers to explore and
excite, at the same time grinding his still semi-erect cock against John,
who took the opportunity to place both arms around Adam and pull him to
himself.  John too was enjoying the sensation of sliding his hands over the
lean, swimmer's body.

"Time to take them off, Adam, before I shoot my load."

Hooking his thumbs over the top of the fabric, Adam slowly lowered John's
shorts, allowing him to see at close quarters the impressively hard cock
that had so easily filled the pouch.  As Adam continued his downward
journey, he crouched, bringing his mouth precisely to the level of John's
dick.  Given the heady, sex-filled atmosphere, it really was no surprise
that Adam couldn't resist the temptation to wrap his lips around John's
cock.  And it would have been no surprise, either, if John had allowed his
carnal lust to force his cock deep into Adam's mouth, but he knew the kind
of thoughts and concerns that would be going through Adam's mind.  Using
all his self-control he eased his prick out of its warm surroundings,
placed his hands under Adam's armpits, raising him to a standing position,
where there two cocks, once again, made contact.

"Another time, Adam - but thanks.  You were great."

John moved towards the sofa, turned round and sat down before swinging up
his legs, and resting his head against the arm.  He looked totally
magnificent, with the smooth line of this body interrupted by the flagpole
of a cock, now demanding some attention.  Adam crouched down at the side of
the sofa, using his right hand to grasp the hard pole, while his left hand
fondled and squeezed John's loose-hanging balls.

With all the stimulation of the previous twenty minutes, John knew it
wouldn't take him long to reach orgasm.  He felt his balls tighten in
Adam's hand, and the telltale signs of impending explosion started to make
themselves known.  With increasingly rapid breathing and accompanying
grunts, John's whole body started to spasm uncontrollably as the big "O"
took complete control.  To be so close to someone at the height of sexual
ecstasy was totally new for Adam who, as he increased the speed of hand
movement, was totally focused on John's dick.  It was astonishing to watch
the head turn a dark purple-red shade, and to see John's piss slit widen
slightly just prior to the eruption that caught Adam totally off guard.

The first stream of cum shot up and back, landing on John's chest, but the
second took a very different direction, the hot jet searing itself across
Adam's left cheek, up over his eye and onto his forehead and hair.  The
shock was just how hot it felt, not only in terms of temperature, but also
in the sexual sense.  Though surprised, Adam didn't allow the pace to
slacken for a second; in fact the effect was quite the opposite, as Adam's
hand became a high speed, flesh-coloured blur.  John's cock continued to
spew forth its creamy load - a load that Adam suddenly decided should not
go to waste. Unable to stop himself - if he'd thought about it, it probably
would have disgusted him - Adam pulled down on John's dick and plunged it
into his mouth.  For John, who hadn't expected a novice to be quite so up
for it, it was the icing on the cake. Adam's handsome face, streaked with
cum, and mouth agape, was wrapping itself around his throbbing tool - and
John was loving it!

After the pulsing ejaculations had passed Adam continued to suck on John's
sensitive rod, surprising himself both by his own reaction to the shots of
cum, and the fact that he hadn't retched - the taste was actually quite
pleasant.

"Whew!  Well done: I never thought you'd have the nerve to do what you did,
Adam.  And to eat my cum - awesome!  I know I didn't do that for quite a
while after I gave my first blow-job; did you enjoy it?"

"Definitely!"

"And what about the taste?"

"I didn't think I'd like it, but actually - it's really quite nice!"



If you'd like to see the arousing underwear, here's the URL - Adam didn't
stand a chance!

http://www.erogenos.com/unico00286.htm