Date: Wed, 4 Aug 1999 22:21:06 EDT
From: Begmealot@aol.com
Subject: tray and jay 13

"Adventures of Tray and Jay 13"

PART 13: TRAY AND ADAM ESCAPE

My beautiful blond savior boy and me went to the market the first time
after being "together" for a month, and was it a blast.  I never had so
much fun.  I mean, I'm a good shopper for a dude, but Adam, he's like my
mom except he doesn't clip coupons.  He knows the best deal even when it's
the name brand.  Oh, man, and he's so damn cute in his soft jeans that hug
his fine little ass so intimately but don't squeeze.  That's MY job, see.
I squeeze the boy's butt!  Even in the store, which made Adam real nervous
until he realized there's nothing he could do about it.

We got more groceries than I ever bought at once, even if it cost the same,
and when we made it back to the Jeep I know Adam was counting his lucky fag
stars I didn't jump his hot bones in the meat department.  Sausage is my
favorite.  So we're in the Jeep and I just go for it, I grab the soft
backside of Adam's neck where it's all fuzzy young man and I lay one on him
he'll never forget.  My eyes closed and I just ate his mouth and breathed
in his sweet juice and breath and lost it.  Right when my left hand finds
His Holy Stiffness in Adam's crotch...

Someone's crashed into us or something because there's this hellish
smashing and breaking going on and I feel the Jeep shudder and I see some
crazy older dude, like my pop's age but fat, taking batting practice on my
baby.  All I can say is, I'm not responsible for what happened next.

I jumped out so fast the door flew back and hit me and all I could see was
his crazy-ass face with his teeth bared and all red and sweaty and the rest
was blurred, in a tunnel, and I grabbed him and lifted his porky ass off
the ground somehow, and that's when he swung one-handed and caught me in
the head but that was simply his biggest mistake of many.  I lowered him
again and let go with one hand and plucked that fucking stick from him and
threw it down and held him at arm's length so I could pummel his stupid
head.

I could hear nothing but my blood rushing until "LIVING IN SIN!" he
screamed before one of his teeth choked him, and I became aware of
someone's hands wrapped around my chest from behind and trying to stop me.
I dropped the man and shoved the other one away and spun and saw it was
Adam, and he was crying, my boy was crying.

"Don't hurt him, Tray, please, I beg you, he's my father!"  Well that
knocked the wind out of me, until the man lunged out of nowhere with the
bat again and took a swing at the man I love, and I dropped him.  From the
dirty asphalt he cried bloody war with his bulging eyes.

"Go ahead and beat me, it doesn't matter now, I HAVE NO SON!" he sprayed
with his blood through his quivering lips.  I took some of the awful
hateful wound of it, but my eyes went to Adam's and he was lost.  Way worse
than when he came to me in tears of self-knowledge a month ago.  I tried
not to hurt that man, I had to try so hard when I watched the old familiar
story of absolute rejection twist Adam's loving boyish facial muscles
obscenely.  I grabbed onto my shattered lover and wasn't going to let go
for anything.

"You don't mean that, father, you don't mean that!" Adam wailed, and he was
like a little kid who's had the sky fall on him and he can't find anyone to
protect him.  I felt powerless but I needed him there in my arms whether it
helped him or not.  I heard the bat drop and Adam's father shuffle off.

"I have no son," he muttered over and over.  I kissed Adam on the forehead
and smoothed his sweaty short hair and had to carry him almost to the other
side where I loaded him up and we got the fuck out of there.

By the time we were back at the apartment, Adam's hysterics had settled but
only because his throat was worn out and there were no more tears.  I tried
to think of something, any fucking thing, to say, but all I could get out
was "I love you" so many times I lost count, I wanted to break the painful
gashes made by his father's ignorance.  I lifted Adam my lover in my arms
and carried him inside with his precious head on my shoulder and his weak
breath on my neck.

I put him on the bed and sat by him for I don't know how long just touching
him and repeating my love for him but I had to stop because I lost it and
started gushing tears of unbearable understanding, but knowing also that
what my angel boy felt was worse than anything I ever suffered -- until
that moment.  I was afraid I might lose him somehow and had to stuff that
one so far down it made me shake out of control.  But Adam, my partner, was
there.  I was there.  We were together.

So I wiped my face dry and sniffled, see, and carefully undressed the
little man.  His eyes were open but he was gone somewhere.  I took off my
clothes and lay next to his overheated body and pulled a sheet up over us
and gently put my arm over him, and, oh my God, he shivered and started
weeping again, but all worn out and hopeless only what else can he do.
What else could I do?

"I love you so much, my boy, I promise I love you, Adam," and some very
long time later, when it was dark outside, I felt him fall into sleep and I
didn't move until just before dawn.  Well, sometimes I moved my face a
little so I could kiss his smooth neck, and I'd feel him stir.  He rolled
onto his back once and I watched his fluttering lids in the dim moonlight,
dreading what must be going on in there.  I wished I could enter that
private hell and save him, but some fights...

Anyway I snuck out of bed before dawn and packed a small bag with some
clothes we could both wear and put it in the Jeep.  When I returned Adam
was twitching and mumbling in his sleep, obviously unhappy with something,
and he had thrown the sheet off him.  Guiltily I noted his morning hard-on
and felt really shameful for wanting it.  I crawled up beside him and
stretched out with my face at his hot curved hip.

Oh so softly, I ran my fingers over his jumping shaft and his big loose
hairless nuts and watched in true wonder as that dude of mine settled,
still fast asleep with his eyes flicking under the thin lids, and clearly
got some part of my love.  His sensitive fingers moved on his easy belly,
so I leaned close and licked him on the red ridge below his big round head.

I can't describe the little gasp he gave, then he swallowed and made that
precious tongue in morning mouth noise and breathed in.  He was still
asleep!  I let my own tongue and lips explore Adam's pecker like they'd
never done it before, I wrapped my nasty hot snake under and over and
around his innocent boner, and when I saw the first drop of early warning
juice I took it and let myself taste it all, in my mouth, on my cheeks,
mixed with my spit and going down my throat.

Without putting an arm over his peaceful chest, I went down on Adam's happy
cock at last, taking as much of it within my mouth as I could before
closing my jaws over that amazingly masculine tool my lover has.  I stroked
myself slowly because I could go any time, I even had to stop and let go
completely a lot, my clear semen was flowing like the blood in my body.

Then Adam's prick went faster in my mouth, up, down, all the fuck around,
and I damn near popped my load when his hand brushed my head and his
fingers played unknowing with my hair, but I guess that was all it took to
send Adam over and he tensed at the very last second and squirted
everything he had in my happy mouth.  My spunk made a big old mess on my
chest, some of it even got me in the face.  Strong emotion does that to me,
and a liberal mix of all of them is a killer!

Believe it or not, Adam didn't wake up for another couple of minutes, by
which time I had sucked every drop of his fresh sperm and even wiped up
mine with my Adam's- balls-funky fingers and slurped it down, too.  I've
always liked my own jiz even if I prefer Adam's.

Anyway, when Prince Charming awoke I was there.  I waited for him to see
me, and he swallowed gratefully.  I know that look!  He lunged onto me and
held on for dear life, and I almost cried again, but I had to be strong.
He needed me.

"I need you so much, Tray!" he echoed my thoughts, and it was scary!  "Oh,
how I love you."

"Me, too, little dude," I sighed.  "I love you, Adam.  Hear me?  I love
you."

He burrowed his sweet face in my neck, and I was happy!  "Tray?  Did it
really happen?"

I froze.  But there was really no question what I would say.  We don't lie
to each other.  "Yeah," I nodded.  I felt the disappointment drain him, but
he was there.  He's a strong dude.

"Man, it's like it went on for weeks but it's just one night!" he said in
awe.  "Then I relaxed and felt really good, but I was alone in the dark,
and--and I saw your face all of a sudden, just before--before--"

Adam pulled back and took my chin and forced me to look in his eyes.

"Oh, my God, you fucking cocksucker, you!"  He reached down and felt
himself with my drying spit on his limp dick and pubes!  BUSTED!  He
laughed then and hugged me again, and I swear I was coming deep inside me,
in my heart.  I never felt that kind of release before.  And it lasted
longer than a regular orgasm, too!

"Come on, boy, get up, we're taking a road trip," I announced.

"A road trip?  Where?"

"Who cares?"

He made a funny face and nodded.  "Cool!"  That was one of my words he had
picked up.  It was so cute on him.  We showered together, a thing I never
tried before with anyone, and it was so erotic I was throbbing again in
seconds.  So was Adam, of course.  He's the horniest bastard I ever met!

When I turned my back on him and rinsed off he pressed his boner in my
crack and took me so hard I was startled.  I mean, I don't know what got
into him, see, but I know exactly what got into ME!  His big long hard
penis got in my shoot and all the way up that tight hole so damn fast I
screamed.  Shit, he was fucking my ass almost dry!  In the shower!

"Oh, fuck, baby, don't stop!" I moaned like the sick faggot my pop made me.
"Fuck me baby fuck me!  Harder!  Come on!  Harder, damn it!  You wanted to
screw your lover in the shower so fucking do it, Adam, butt fuck me til I
bleed, baby!  OHHHH!"

See, Adam was mainly passive in all things anal, even if he could fuck like
any man with a big hot slab of meat between his legs, but then he was
always gentle.  Now he was an animal, and it turned me on big time!  Adam
was pushing my head down into the wall by the nozzle and yelling, "SUCK THE
FAUCET, FAG, SUCK THE FUCKING FAUCET!"

So I sucked the fucking shiny faucet handle and found myself going so hot
and wild inside, with my dick flapping my hard belly over and over, that I
was getting breathless and fuzzy in the head, and Adam's wet balls and
pubes were ramming my rear brutally, until finally he went too far and
SHOVED my face down on the fucking faucet and went totally starkers
sodomizing my queer ass!

That's when we both creamed at the same moment, not a word spoken between
us because we couldn't breathe or open our eyes, but we both knew it and
started laughing nasty as all hell and throaty and studly and manly.  Adam
twitched off in me and I spazzed, clamping his wild cock in me and
torturing his born again alpha male loins!

"UHHHHNGHUHHH!" Adam grunted like some Marine or something.

"What the hell, dude?" I asked, still bent over and skewered up the butt.

"I'm sorry!" he said, for real, and paused.  "No, fuck that."

"Fuck that?" I said in shock, and still he wouldn't pull out.  He even
started in again, in and out...

  "I'm not sorry!  I liked raping your sinner ass, Tray!  I felt like a
man, lover!"  He pulled out fast and turned me around, again strong,
forceful.  He put his face to mine and I waited for the soft touch of his
lips, my eyes closed powerlessly.  "So, is this living in sin?"

My eyes flew open, my stomach clenched.  Adam sneered evilly and sucked my
mouth with his slick mouth and his watery face grinding into mine.  I felt
like a damn girl in his grip!  We stood that way under the warm water and
kissed unbroken for at least ten minutes before tearing away from it and
getting out.  Then we dried each other and combed each other's hair and got
hard again and played rubby-rubby and finally got dressed and took off.

At the gas station we filled up, and Adam kept staring at me with this new
sexy gleam in his eyes, and I realized some part of him died, and this was
a new Adam.  Cast out and reborn.  He was still staring while I paid, so
even the attendant noticed and shook his head indulgently.  Adam's eyes
just screamed, "I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU, TRAY, AND FUCK EVERYONE
ELSE!"

We hit the highway, and I said, "Well, any ideas?  I've got the next two
days off.  You're the boss!"

"How about Frisco?" he says like it's not the one place he's always
fantasized about while jerking his overactive pecker all those years as a
Christian boy!

"Frisco it is!"  We could make it there late this afternoon if we stopped
along the way a few quiet places.  I had an overwhelming desire to make
Adam in my Jeep and over the hood, in the woods, anywhere his faggot ass
wanted to do it!

"Hey!" I said.  He looked at me, game for whatever.  "How about you get
your queer ass on your knees over here and suck my neglected dick!"

Well, if I was expecting hesitation I was shocked out of my mind!  Adam
dropped like I pulled his chain and got comfortable with one leg around the
gear shift and the other by my seat, and he whipped my cock out like a pro.
It was soft when he grabbed it and rock hard when it hit the back of his
crazy throat.

"Oh, shit, Adam, I've never been sucked in a moving vehicle before, dude!
Oh shit!"  I played with his soft tapered hair and focused on the road
lines.  There was no one close behind me.  Adam was treating me to one of
the wildest blowjobs of my 17-year-old life!  And he groaned and slobbered
and tongued me and squeezed my tight balls.  "You're really the best, boy.
Make me come for you, Adam.  Tease my load out."

That's when he moved up to the head and flicked his tongue all around it
and then sucked the blood out of it with his lips going totally tight and
really SUCKING my cock, like I never thought about why it was called
SUCKING COCK in the first place, see!  Adam taught me something about
blowjobs right then and there!  And he wouldn't stop it until...

"HOLY SHIT I'M FUCKING COMING, DUDE, I'M COMING OH GODDDDDDD!"

Damn, that was insane!  Even coming down off the rush of sitting behind the
wheel of a moving vehicle with my clothes on and a man's hands and head all
over my riled cock and then making it EXPLODE into his mouth without even
pulling over, well, we slowed, you bet, people were honking around us
screaming and waving, but I mean ... cripes!  The little fucker was still
down there draining my sperm, and I was so relaxed I could take a nap.

"Pull over, let me drive, Tray," he orders, and there's a picnic area so I
pull off.  Nobody there.

"I gotta take a piss, Tray," he goes and jumps out while I dazedly put my
bad boy away.  He's still half-hard!  I waited outside the john where Adam
couldn't see me, and when he came out and saw the Jeep empty I grabbed him
from behind and scared the shit out of him!

"Gimme yer wallet, punk!" I growled, not like me at all, and he breathed
faster.

"Take it, man, take it, whatever you want, I swear!"

"Whatever I want, eh?"

"Yeah!  Really!"

"Well, let's say I want yer cute little penis!" I say, but halfway through
I bust up and he spins on me, furious.

"Funny, really funny, Tray, it's a good thing I peed or you'd be real
sorry!"

I shoved his ass against the wall where he could keep an eye out and had
his pants around his ankles fast.  The limp tip of his dick dripped the
last of his piss and I tasted it.

"Gross, man!" he says, offended.

"It wasn't enough!" I said, and he got a funny look in his eyes but I went
down on him and felt him harden fast.  I know the public nature of it
turned Adam on.

"You ever done this before, Tray?"  I shook my head NO and sighed with my
mouth in heaven.  "Good.  I like watching you on your knees servicing me at
a damn rest area!  It's wild, dude!  Jay would love this--" MM-HMMMM!
"Suck my hard dick, lover boy.  Show me how much you love my dick!  Ohhhh,
mannnnn, make love to my cock, boy..."

He pushed me off suddenly and turned to button up.  I stood and saw a VW
van with surfboards on top and a couple of bleach blond surfer dudes
parking nearby.  They had to have seen us!  Oh, fuck.  Oh, well...

They got out, both of them in only trunks, their bodies perfectly golden
and washboard hard.  Adam and me just stared, and they laughed like friends
will when their gaydar kicks in.  The driver, taller and thinner, adjusted
a big piece of meat and grinned obnoxiously at me.  That was a turn on!

They whispered back and forth and giggled their way over to us and stopped.
These guys were so cocky!

"Hey, duuudes, don't let us stop you!" says the driver, and I look at Adam.
He's ready to fight.

"Hell, yeah, dudes, suck on!  Suck on, mighty cocksuckers!"  And they both
cut loose with this absurd cackle!  While their mouths were wide open and
their heads were thrown back, I reached out and squeezed the driver's huge,
totally soft surfer prick, and he froze!  I kept playing with it, and he
was too shocked to do anything, so I untied his trunks and loosened them
and dropped those suckers to his ankles.

As I went down on him, his surfer buddy croaked, "Hey, Whitey, dude,
what're you doin, dude?"

"HELLIFIKNOW, STAN!  UHHHHH!"

So I see Adam advance on Stan, who backs up but Adam has gotten all
aggressive suddenly and he whips Stan hands-flat against the wall and
reaches around him and relieves the poor surfer of his armor.  Then Adam
drops to his knees and spreads the dude's cheeks and EATS HIM OUT!

"Oh my God, dude, look what he's doing to you, Stan!"

"WOWWWWWW!  Hey, Whitey, your girlfriend ever do this for you, man?"

"Fuck, no!"  And that giggle again!

Then Adam is poking his cock up Stan's crack and I feel Whitey tense in my
mouth.  "Watch your nasty-nasty there, bud!" he says, but he's buried in my
throat and really digging it from the way he thrusts his hips for me.  I
mean, he's about 10"!

"Oh!  Oh!  Uh!" Whitey builds up, incoherent.  "Uhh!  HEY!  YOU!  I'm
gonna--"

So Adam has that sexy dangerous thing in his voice again, like with me in
the shower, only he says to Stan, "You want it, buddy?  You want it up your
surfer ass?"  And he jams his head in without waiting.

"No fucking way, dude!  Oh Christ nooooo!" but Adam is all the way in, I
can't believe that boy!

"Get your nasty thing out of my friend--" Whitey starts, but he's too far
gone and I pull off as his cock erupts over my face, big thick surfer curls
of cream everywhere.  I can smell it real sharp.

Adam pumps his hot cock in and out of Stan's rear end, and Stan is doubled
over in agony at first until I move to him and get on my knees and service
his other end.  I love that little bite of sand from their pent-up frisky
bad boys and pubes!  So I'm sucking Stan, and Adam's buttfucking his
straight surfer dude behind.

"Oh, duuude!" goes Whitey.  "Gnarly, dude!"

"UHH!  Totally, dude!" says Stan, and Adam laughs and thrusts harder,
deeper and faster.  Then I see the pain switch suddenly on Stan's face, and
I look at Whitey and he sees it, too.  Adam's in a real rhythm, his eyes
closed, covered in sweat and focused on the single task of screwing his hot
surfer boy.  And Stan goes all tense in my mouth and all over his body that
I'm playing with, and out of my eye I see Whitey noticing his buddy's
pleasure, and he's stroking himself again!

"I'M GONNA SHOOOOT!" Adam screams and goes off up Stan's butt.  I hear Stan
then, groaning like the best of us, taking a big hard cock up the butt for
the first time like a man, and I know it won't be his last time!  Whitey's
in shock and total arousal again, he even has his meat out playing with it!

And I barely had room to back off of Stan's monster cock when it blew right
between my eyes and dripped down over my lips and chin and onto my chest
and legs.  These surfer boys were hot.  I wished we could do more.

Adam pulled out of Stan, who stood straight with some real trouble and
looked confused as hell as he pulled his trunks on.  Whitey disappeared in
the restroom, and Stan saw what he did to me.

"Oh, fuck, dude!  Is that my sperm?"  I pulled his face to mine.

"Lick it off, dude," I whispered.  "Fast!"  His nose was buried in my
cheek, and I felt his tongue licking himself off me!  What a wild rush!
Adam was in aftershock!  We heard Whitey shuffling out.  Stan pulled away
and turned and wiped his come off his face.

Whitey walked to Stan and patted him on the back.  "Don't worry, dude, I
won't tell anyone!" he says, and Stan blushes.

"You sure liked watching him take it, didn't you, Whitey?" I asked, feeling
for Stan.

"W-W-W-Well, sure!" he stutters.

"You did?" Stan asks, amazed.

"Well, sure."

"Where're you dudes headed?" Stan gets bolder.  "I mean, you wanna spend
the night at our place, maybe?  It's real cool, right on the beach.  We can
have a barbecue!"

"Cool!" says Adam, and I beam at him.

Whitey is just kind of lost in the whole thing, and he looks at Stan like,
well, it's your idea, dude...

We ended up staying with them for two nights.  They taught us how to surf,
and we taught them how to...

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