Date: Sun, 30 Sep 2007 13:35:54 -0700 (PDT) From: Story Writer <feestyoreayes@yahoo.com> Subject: Adam Dancer Chapter Five WARNING: This story is fiction and any name element or place in this story are drawn totally from my own imagination. If you have a problem with material like this then please do not read it. The chapters describe homosexual exploration by young boys. If you are too young to be reading these stories then please leave and return when you are of age. Comments are welcomed I can be reached at feestyoreayes@yahoo.com Chapter Five Carter "Hi, this is Adam. May I help you?" "I saw the posters about dance lessons. I want to visit you. I am having a hard time about myself, about being gay. You may not be gay, but I hope you are. I think maybe you would talk to me about this. I want to be safe and not be outted by anyone." The voice was shaking real badly as the boy was obviously stating a speech he had rehearsed, like a boy selling candy door-to-door. "Do you want to meet somewhere?" Adam asked. He was convinced this was not a set-up, but a desperate plea for help. "I have a real big problem, Adam. I can't come over to your place and my Dad would beat me up if I even suggested I was going to learn how to dance." "Look kid, I'm just another boy, not a shrink, but you sound desperate. Have you considered a hotline?" Adam suggested, feeling a little over his head with this boy. "I go to a really strict fundamentalist school. I am not allowed to go to the mall, or the movies, or any other place the church thinks is evil. Please meet me at the wrestling championship, tomorrow, at 2:30, at your middle school. My older brother is competing so Dad will be very distracted with Emil's wrestling. "I can meet you there. What row and stuff?" Adam asked, realizing he was getting into a dangerous game. "I know what you look like so sit in the top row on the end, near the main exit. Please pretend you don't know me and I will ask you for change of a dollar. That will be a signal to count to 10 and then go out the main exit." "Will your Dad wonder where you are? And what is your name?" Adam asked, realizing the boy had a plan together before he even picked up the phone. "My name is Carter. My older sister Beth knows that I am gay. She caught me looking at gay books in Borders and told me she was on my side. She is going to tell Dad that I started throwing up and went to the drugstore to get some over the counter stomach stuff. This will give us time to talk and I can come home with a small bottle of that pink stuff." "I'll see you there, Carter." Adam promised. Adam needed to be really unprovocative with what he wore on this Saturday afternoon. He decided on a California Davis University sweatshirt and running pants, a real departure from his more flamboyant choices. He put on a watch, actually set correctly, and laughed at the decision to have at least four quarters in his pocket. Sitting in the grandstand alone, Adam noticed that the sparse crowd was concentrated in the front rows. Back with Adam were three older teen boys who didn't even watch the competition, each alone in his cell phone conversation. Looking down on the gym floor, a very pretty boy of perhaps fifteen was listening seriously to his coach as he removed his blue school sweatshirt. The school name made it plain that this brown-haired beauty, with a very slim and perfectly sculpted body, was Carter's brother Emil. "Do you have change for a dollar?" a soft voice asked. It was a boy who looked eerily like a smaller, but still tall version of Emil. Adam quickly pulled four quarters out of his pocket and placed them in Carter's soft hand. The strange boy took the coins and replaced them with a dollar bill. He gracefully jumped to the gym floor, long legs bending from the impact, and was gone in a flash. Adam counted to ten and dropped to the floor. He was anxious to get together with Carter, who seemed to be a totally beautiful boy. Adam didn't find him and was ready to go home disappointed. "Over here, Adam." A high-pitched voice called out. Adam went to the voice that came from behind a pillar, where a very pretty boy was standing. Carter was no giant, but with about five and a half feet of height, he towered over tiny Adam. Not knowing what else to do, the two prepubescent boys shook hands wordlessly, avoiding eye-contact. Adam followed Carter down a lane to the high walls of outdoor racquet-ball courts. Luckily, there were no games being played. The two homosexual young boys were alone. Adam and Carter entered the court furthest from the gym where Carter invited Adam to sit on the floor, his back against the service wall. Adam was impressed with the beauty and apparent gentleness of the lithe boy who settled down next to Adam, sitting, as boys often do, on the calf of a lean, attractive leg. The shorts revealed skin starting just above the knee. "Adam, thanks a lot for coming. You probably have no idea how important this is to me." Carter said with fright and sincerity mixing to put a flutter in his voice. He forced himself to look Adam in the eyes. He was rewarded by a kind look from the dancer. Carter was reassured by the unspoken acceptance, feeling warmth course over his tense body in reaction to the animated beauty of this new boy. "I think I understand, Carter. Being a boy who is feeling a sex drive, but knowing how taboo even masturbating is in your family and church has to be awful." Adam suggested in a strong and encouraging voice. "Dad caught me jerking off when I was twelve. It was horrible!" Carter said, looking for solace in the better adjusted boy's face. "Damn, Carter. Did your Dad yell at you?" Adam asked wondering how the needy boy's dad reacted. "He used a belt on me, Adam." Carter explained. He did not feel comfortable in describing this humiliation. He could not bear to describe how he felt then. And felt still; hated, rejected and queer. Adam put a comforting hand on Carter's knee. They talked about being attracted to boys, the guilt about discovering they were homosexual and the need for love, not just a penis to suck on. Adam was impressed by Carter's intelligence. He expressed himself almost poetically. Maybe Adam had found another soul-mate boy who disliked slang and mall-talk. "Carter, my favorite love-making thing is to kiss my way down a boy's tummy and suck his penis. I would love to go down on you if you wanted it." Adam declared as he got to the specifics of his favorite boy-on-boy sex acts. "Nothing would be better, Adam, except me on my knees blowing you." Carter said, opening up to this sweet and sexy boy, with honest affection in his voice. "Am I totally weird when I think that just holding a cute boy while I suck his penis is enough to make me happy?" "We are a lot alike, Carter. I would rather suck you off than anything. I would adore you down between my legs with your mouth on my penis, but it would be second to giving you pleasure, through your cock, with my mouth and tongue working magic." "I want you to teach me how to be really good at cock sucking, Adam. Someday I am going to do stuff when I find a boy I really love. Show me the special tricks, like how to suck on all of a big boy's erect penis in my mouth." "Oh, you mean deep-throat?" Adam said with a giggle. "Is that what you call it? Carter said with a smile. "Carter, I went to one of those renaissance fairs once and watched a man swallow a long neon light. It was totally amazing how he tilted his head to make a straight path for the long tube. He was able to relax his throat so we could see the glow deep inside him. I just knew that if I could make my throat relax like that, and if I made a nice path, I could suck a really long penis and take it all in my mouth! I didn't have any friends with big long cocks, so I experimented in front of a mirror with bananas and big thick sausages. I got boners seeing a sausage over eight inches disappear down my relaxed throat. The only problem I have is it is just not possible for me to suck a cock deep into my throat that is also pumping in and out of my mouth." Carter grinned, enjoying this analytical approach to sucking cock. "I get the blowjob stuff, Adam, but am I totally queer to want a boy to stick his penis deep in my rectum? Adam, do you think I am weird wanting to be like a girl with that stuff." "I prefer being fucked in the ass over fucking another boy, but I have to admit I am really excited about seeing and feeling your bottom and doing anal intercourse with you." Adam explained. If you are `totally queer' and `weird' wanting this stuff and seeing yourself being like a girl, then move over for another weird, queer boy." "I don't want to have sex with you here, Adam. It's no place for making love with another boy. Even though I'm a virgin, I dream of making love with a nude boy in bed, with music." "Wow, I sound like such a fairy!" Carter quipped to a howl of laughter by Adam. "Doing it here would be cold and sort of pathetic." Carter said, as he took the smaller boy in his arms and gently kissed his warm lips, clinging to him as Adam whispered in his ear. "Oh Carter, we will find a time and place to make love. Call me tomorrow, okay my love?" ************************************************************************* That Sunday evening, Adam was in his bedroom sucking on little Kevin's two inches of adorable, stiff cock. Kevin, clearly a pretty boy in spite of his recent venture into a girlhood disguise, lay on his back with his luxurious tresses spread seductively on the pillow that eased the tossing of his head from the incredible stimulation. Adam's persistent attention to the head of Kevin's miniature penis, with his lightening fast licks over the corona and slit sent sparks of wild sensations up and down Kevin's smooth little thighs. Kevin's anal sphincters were constricting avidly after a brief visit of kissing lips and a probing tongue. Adam was the Prince of perineum paradise to Kevin, who reasoned that these sorts of oral travels easily rivaled an anal visit by what Adam called Mr. Wiggles. Adam wondered if Kevin had dipped his penis in honey prior to this blowjob; how could a little boy's penis taste so good, otherwise? And Could any other little California cutie rival the delicious odor of the beautiful Kevin? Kevin lifted his tiny, rounded bottom off the bed like a cowboy in the final eight seconds of a bull ride. He felt an electric spasm seize his little penis as sucking, pumping, lips primed a massive orgasm. An ejaculation of spermless discharge threw the jerking penis into a joyful flood of pleasure sensations, yielding delicious juice for the sucking little boy. Coming up for air, Adam grinned, purposely allowing drops of Kevin's watery gift to dribble down his chin. Oh my, this was so great they thought they heard bells. ********************************************************************** It was the telephone and Adam heard his mother yell from downstairs. "Adam, phone call for you from someone named Carter." His Mum shouted, withholding the urge to say: "But it's not Jimmy Carter." "Adam, do you have plans for next weekend?" Carter asked with a mixture of anticipation and worry in his voice. "Nothing that can't be changed, big boy." Adam quipped. "Oh good!" a relieved boy almost shouted. "I'm calling from a pay phone so my Dad can't listen in. I have a most wonderful plan." "That was quick. Am I that irresistible?" Adam said with a smile as he fondled Kevin's now relaxed and saliva-wet little penis. "Yes you are," Carter said without hesitation. "Are you free to tell me the details?" "Friday afternoon, Mom and Dad are leaving to take Emil to the annual California Christian Athletes Family Retreat. This year it is in San Diego for the whole weekend. Beth will be home to supervise me, but she knows how lonely I am. She wants me to meet a decent gay boy, so she asked me to invite `that cute little dancer' over for the weekend." "Does she know we may do more than talk?" Adam asked. "Beth said she would wear earplugs so she wouldn't hear boy moans. Is that clear enough?" Carter said with a chuckle. "When do you want me to arrive?" "They leave the house at 2:30, so when they have called verifying they are boarding the flight, I can call you to come over and board Air Carter." "Will the security arrangements be strict at Air Carter?" Adam asked. "Oh yes it will, Adam. I warn you that we do a full body search, including making sure a bomb is not hidden up your butt." Carter informed. ********************************************************************* "Oh Kevin, I am going to do a weekend with that tall cutie I told you about." Adam said happily. "That poor kid needs friends, Adam. Maybe I could make friends with him too." Kevin whispered as he fondled Adam's urgently stiff three inch penis. "This time, wear shorts instead of a dress, you queer!" Adam said as he gently slipped his cock past the lips of his beautiful little boyfriend. Kevin fellated Adam for the better part of a half hour, backing off when Adam seemed on the verge of exploding. He was now a master at varying the intensity of lip pressure, pumping the ivory colored shaft in and out of his sucking mouth and licking the sensitive parts of the bright pink glans. Kevin now knew all the cues from the pretty dancer, so the total joy of sucking his cock could easily be prolonged before the intense climax. Adam signaled his desire to now ejaculate his semen into the pretty boy's cock-sucking mouth, by excitedly working his thumbs on Kevin's brow. The magic of being sucked off by a beautiful friend never lessened. This powerful orgasm sent sensations throughout Adam's body. He sent tiny streams of clear boy nectar over the tongue of the tiny cocksucker, feeling it being swallowed by Kevin. Adam adored looking at Kevin licking the last drops of semen and then rising up with a naughty smile on his pretty face, seeking a kiss. His chin had two tiny drops of boy juice, flecked with traces of white. The drops needed to be tongued off by Adam, before a pleasant kiss. As Kevin slept calmly in Adam's bed, the slightly older boy thought about Carter. He somehow knew he was going to be a sort of catalyst in Carter's journey to fulfillment with boys. He hoped that Carter, and he for that matter, would find a lover, a partner, a kindred spirit. Comments sent to feestyoreayes@yahoo.com are welcome. Cruel ones will be easily discarded.