1. Exploring Adam 8


    Date: 7/25/2015, Categories: Gay Male, Author: Damon9888, Rating: 5, Source: LushStories

    upset, just surprised. I was visiting later in the summer - Adam had already decamped to university - and Doug and I sat out in our backyard as we had done so many times in the past, talking and drinking beer. I could not help sneaking the occasional glance up to the window that had been Adam's bedroom, and remember what he told me about fooling around with his friend Sandy while I sat below with Doug. The thought was distracting, and arousing, and I had to shift in my seat to hide the fact that I was getting hard. Doug, meanwhile, was voicing his surprise at Adam's revelation of over a month before. "I would never have guessed," he said ruefully. "There was nothing about him that suggested he was gay. He never had a girlfriend, sure, but I just figured he was a late bloomer." "It's sometimes like that," I said philosophically. "Trouble is, we're so glutted with gay stereotypes on TV and movies that when someone like Adam comes along, we don't think twice." He nodded sagely. "It does make me look at things a bit differently when I think about the past now." "How do you mean?" "Well... like I said, he never had a girlfriend. And ...
    he had that friend Sandy he always hung out with in his room. Think they were... you know?" "I try not to think about it," I replied, trying not to smile. "And then there's you." "What about me?" I asked warily. "Oh, come on... he always worshipped you. It's pretty obvious now that he had a massive crush on you." "I suppose," said noncommittally. "You suppose," he scoffed. "Dude, think about it. He was totally into you." He shook his head. "If I'd known what I know now when he was checking out universities, I wouldn't have suggested he stay with you. That must have been torture for him - staying in the same space as you, not able to do anything." I smiled. "Perhaps." Doug's face turned slightly troubled. "I mean... he didn't... you know, try anything, did he?" I laughed out loud, unable to help myself. I laughed for a long time, while Doug's uneasiness turned into a grin. "Of course not," he said. "Sorry. Stupid question." When my laughter subsided, I said, "Don't worry. Adam was lovely. That was... a perfect three days." When Doug got up to fetch us more beer, I silently toasted Adam's bedroom window. A perfect three days, indeed.
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