1. Exploring Adam 8


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

    that moment every muscle of his thighs looked as if they'd been etched in diamond. The other way he came was suddenly. I've mentioned many of those moments so far - perhaps you remember chapter one, when his first orgasm with me took both of us by surprise. I loved those moments even more than the ecstatic buildups. It reminded me that he was young, and still new to sex. There were times he could hold out for a long time; but then sometimes I did something, by accident or design, to put him unexpectedly over the edge. One of those times was when I was sucking him, and had paused to tease the skin just beneath the head of his cock. Just experimentally, I started to tap my tongue against the skin there, just lightly. I don't know why - nor did he - but that was enough to make his cock jump to the conclusion. The only warning I had was when it twitched and Adam grunted, and suddenly two, three spurts of cum hit me in the face. Really, more than anything else now, the memories of those startling orgasms are what make me need to pause and take out my cock and jerk off to the thought of Adam. He was always so apologetic... no matter how much I rhapsodized over them to him, he was always embarrassed, which I suppose is fair. No man wants to imagine he has a hair trigger, but then it wasn't as if Adam went flaccid for hours. No, he was usually hard again in minutes and, if all went well for me, fucking me with slow hard strokes. His cock was steel sheathed in velvet. It was silky and ...
    sweet and salty, and his man scent was never off-putting, however long it had been since he'd showered. I spent hours, collectively, tonguing his cockhead and that silky patch of skin beneath the head and the one under his scrotum. As he did to me. Freud once theorized that homosexuality surfaced in people when they failed to leave the autoerotic stage of development - that time as small children when we become fascinated with our own genitalia. If we don't develop past that, he suggested, we spend our lives looking for it in others. And like so much of what Freud said, this is SUCH a crock of shit. I have known too many straight men disturbingly enamored of their own cocks; and, frankly, during those days with Adam I was far less fascinated with my own genitalia than with his. I don't understand men, straight or gay or somewhere in between, who are only concerned with the satisfaction of their own desires. What a turn-on it is to make someone else helpless with pleasure! I was never harder with Adam than when his cock was throbbing in my mouth, or when I looked up as he fucked me to see his face contorted in ecstasy. That moment of release when he came is what I think of when I indulge in masturbatory memories of him now, not my cock in his mouth or hands or ass. Though I do think of that too. The last night of our time together seemed to catch us both by surprise. We had been caught in such a bubble of pleasure and desire, so oblivious in the midst of it all to the outside ...
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