The following story is based on fact, although some of the juicier stuff is pure fiction. It is based on the fantasies that I have of being with one special person. If you have a problem with stories of an explicit sexual nature, especially in regards to man-to-man sex, then this story is not intended for you and you should not read it. Also, if you are not eighteen years or older, please exit now or read ahead at your own risk.
Courting Teenage Adam. by getback_jojo@hotmail.com
PART I
I don't know when Adam got so sexy. I had known him most of my life and never really looked at him in a desirable way. Most of that probably had to do with his age. Six years my junior, I had met Adam at summer camp. He was thirteen at the time, a good kid with a great smile and unblemished face, but rough around the edges. It looked like his mom cut his hair, he was thin but not necessarily athletic, and he wore rather thick glasses - not exactly the beginnings of a gorgeous physique. We got along well, though (I was nineteen and his counselor), and eventually we started to keep in touch throughout the year.
The correspondence was nice and very innocent. I took an interest in watching him grow up, and I think he took an interest in me as an older brotherly figure. There was the occasional telephone call and Christmas card, but it was usually only once a year that we would see each other (even though we lived in the same town) and that was at summer camp. For those two weeks of the year we would catch up and rekindle our friendship and take note of how much we'd changed since the last time we saw each other.
When Adam was fifteen, I noticed that he'd grown quite considerably (both mentally and physically), and in fact, it was more fun to hang out with him. Still, I didn't notice anything striking about his looks and our friendship remained totally innocent. He filled the need that I had for a younger brother. Being the only boy in a family with two younger sisters meant I was always getting more of a female perspective than I would like. In fact, when my last and youngest sister was born, I cried for weeks wishing it could have been a baby brother (I still think deep inside that this has something to do with my attraction to guys).
But now I was twenty-four and Adam was eighteen, a senior in high school, and he had blossomed over the last year. The young, nerdy boy that I had once known had turned himself into one of the sexiest kids alive. He still had the same smooth boyish face, but where glasses had once been there were now the most haunting blue eyes. His haircut was very preppy, neat but wavy, with natural sandy blonde hair hanging just below his eyebrows. Then there was his body; trim, dark, and well toned. It was the body of an eighteen year old triathlete with just the right amount of mass. I'm guessing he was a twenty-nine inch waist, and his abs and pecs showed off nicely through the tight white t-shirt he was wearing.
There was also an indefinable quality, a radiant glow that you couldn't quite put your finger on.maybe it's a guess, but I think he had finally experienced sex. You could taste his youth just standing there.
"Hey, Jon," he said as he eagerly took me in his arms and gave me a brotherly hug. "I thought you weren't coming back."
I exchanged his embrace as we began to visit. He seemed pretty psyched to see me and we started talking up a storm. Unfortunately, listening was a very difficult task. I couldn't take my eyes off him. I studied every inch of his teenage body, and naughty thoughts began to cross my mind. I wanted to reach out and touch his nipples, to kiss his soft, boyish lips. I wanted to caress his whole body up and down, eventually slipping my hands inside his shorts and wrapping them around his small, well-toned ass. Who was I kidding? I wanted to fuck him. I wanted to fuck Adam, the closest thing I had to a brother and the kid who I had watched grow up.
"You look great," I said excitedly. Oh God, I was nervous. I loved Adam and didn't want to hurt him or betray his trust. I had never told him about my desire to be with men or spoken a word of my few homosexual experiences (there were maybe five altogether). He casually looked me in the eyes and smiled.
"You look great, too," he said. Man, he was smooth. I stood there wondering how much he meant it, if things had changed between us. And then Adam did something that took me totally off guard. He touched his right hand to the side of my face and ran it through my thick blonde hair. He did this gently, slowly, almost too slow, his haunting blue eyes staring into mine. It was both soothing and erotic all at the same time. I closed my eyes as his hand stroked through for a second time. I could feel the blood going directly to my penis. Was anyone watching? I prayed the bulge in my pants wouldn't get any bigger. Finally, I opened my eyes and Adam stopped. There was an awkward silence as I tried to regain my composure. "I've got to go," he finished. "We'll catch up later?"
"Yeah," I replied. Breathless, it was the only word I could muster.
PART II
That night, all I could think about was the way Adam had run his hand through my hair. Was he trying to tell me something? Did he look at me as more than a brother now that we were both old enough to be peers? Was Adam gay? The thought had never crossed my mind before. I was aware that Adam dated girls, but then again, so did I. Maybe he knew about me all along, maybe that was part of the appeal of our relationship. Nah, he was probably just being playful. But I've never touched anyone that way unless.unless there was a physical attraction involved. The whole thing was utterly confusing. I didn't think Adam meant anything by it, but for the time being I was content to play the fantasy out in my mind. I lay there on my solitary bunk in the sweltering heat and began to rub my nipples. My dick began to get hard. I imagined Adam taking off his clothes in front of me. I imagined him wearing short running shorts as he competed in one of his triathlons. His shirt was off and sweat glistened all over his youthful body. I imagined him stripping down in the shower, his beautiful penis and light brown pubes hidden just beyond the enamoring steam. He was playing with himself, inviting me to join in, posing for me. His finger slid down the curves of his body and touched his glory hole as he pouted at me. I stripped off my clothes and started kissing him. Heavy petting ensued. In my mind he was sucking my nipples and licking my body from head to toe. Finally, he stopped at my torso and wrapped his boyish lips around my manhood. I screamed out, "God, I love you, Adam." I jerked off to this image, tugging on my eight inch hard cock until I finally came. Shit, I thought. I'm in love with the kid. It wasn't comforting, though. I only felt guilty.
It was a long night full of interesting dreams. I was dangerously smitten and sleep only came at intervals as my cock remained hard most of the night. In the morning, I woke up to see Adam standing in front of me wearing nothing but silk boxers. I'm still dreaming, I thought, and rubbed my eyes. I tried to go back to sleep, but when I looked up he was still standing there watching me. "You up?" he asked. I wondered if he could be talking about my hard cock. No, it wasn't really showing through the sleeping bag. Besides, this was Adam. I had to get these impossible thoughts out of my mind.
"Yeah, what time is it?" I answered.
"Seven a.m. Still an hour before the rest of camp gets up. I'm gonna go run or swim or something. Want to come?"
"Not really. It's too early." I yawned.
"Come on. You're the swimmer anyway." He was right. I used to pride myself on the ability to swim further and faster than anyone else in camp. I had a nice body from it, too. Seven years of swim team practice will do that for you.
"I don't know," I replied. "Can't you give me ten more minutes."
"NO!" And with that, Adam was prouncing on me. He tickled me and shook my bunk trying to get me out of bed. Fortunately, my hard-on had gone down. We wrestled for a while and it was fun. I was clearly bigger than him at 6 foot 3 inches, but he put up a great fight. Finally, I got the upper hand, grabbed him in a headlock, and pushed his lean body face first into my mattress. I was now on top of him whispering in his ear.
"You want to take me on?" I asked. He looked so hot lying there under me, trying to squirm away. Most of our skin was touching with only two scrawny pairs of boxers (and his silk!) to get in the way. I wanted to stroke my hand through his hair like he had done to me, to plant delicate kisses on his neck, but that wasn't going to happen. He was too great a friend to fuck things up. We lay there for a minute and didn't say a thing. He just kept squirming under me, making me hotter and hotter for his manhood. I was mainly trying to keep my penis from getting obviously hard, seeing as it was pressed right against his butt.
"What's that?" he asked.
"What's what?" I answered back innocently. Was he talking about my dick?
"That." He pointed at the inside of my sleeping bag. I looked down and examined a white creamy spot on the fabric. Oh my God! It was a leftover cum stain from my activities the night before. I was mortified!
"It's nothing," I said. "This sleeping bag is old. Been on a lot of trips." Was he playing games with me? Surely he knew what it was. But what did that prove anyway? So I jerked off, big deal. Everybody jerks off. It's not like his name was on it.
"Looks like glazed doughnut or something sweet."
"I don't know," I replied, hoping to change the subject. "You ready to go swimming?"
"I think you've been eating sweets in here," he said. And then he performed the biggest turn-on. He licked it. I couldn't believe my eyes. Was this for real? He was licking my dried up cum, pressing his tongue against my sacred boy juice. "Tastes good." I was completely hard by now. I had to release my grip on his neck and jump quickly off the bunk. I sat down and hid myself under the other end of my sleeping bag.
"Uh, Adam." I didn't know what to tell him.
"Next time you should share, Jon."
This was getting all too weird. My mouth just hung open in shock. I wanted to take Adam in my arms right then and there. I wanted to pull down his pants, massage his cock, and spread his pre-cum all over my body. Was he hard? I certainly was. I tried to catch a peak at the front of his boxers, but he was still laying on his stomach. Nothing to see. Damn. These mind games were really starting to piss me off. I thought about just asking him if he was into guys, but he played everything off so innocuously. The chance of rejection (and humiliation) was too great.
"Let's go swimming," he finally said. "We've only got thirty minutes." And with that he jumped up (no, he wasn't hard - not now anyway) and headed back to his cabin to put on his swimsuit. Me, I didn't want the fun to stop and knowing how secluded the swimming pool would be, reached into my bag and grabbed my speedo.
PART III
I have to admit I have a thing for nylon. It's an incredibly sexy fabric. Nylon sticks to the skin and shows off the contours of the body. Growing up as a swimmer, I always had trouble taking my eyes off the other guys in their speedos. You could get an in-depth look at their tight buns and a pretty good idea of what their penis was doing. Occasionally, around the age of thirteen or fourteen, me and a couple of buddies would just sit there and let our cocks get hard, pressing tight against the stretchable fabric. We would play a game to see whose penis could actually escape the confines of the speedo and reveal its head to us first. It was an erotic game, though it never led to anything other than laughter and longful wishing for someone to jerk us off.
Now I wanted to reveal myself to Adam in the tightest, best fitting speedo I owned. It's a blue square leg speedo with white stripes running down the side and about one size too small. Because my body is so lean and tall, this speedo really shows off my muscular features (covering more thigh than most) without making me look like a stick figure. I planned on wearing it under my regular adidas soccer shorts like always, just the top sticking out near my naval. Then, if things were moving in the right direction, I could always strip down.
Adam was already waiting at the pool when I got there. I could see that he too was wearing a speedo underneath his board shorts. He looked better than ever, the early morning sun really reflecting off his small, defined muscles. Again, I couldn't contain myself.
"Man, you're in good shape," I remarked, admiring his body for the umpteenth time.
"I've been training for triathlons, what do you expect?" he joked back. "You don't look too bad yourself, old man."
A smile disappeared from my face. The old man comment put me off and he could tell. I was only twenty-four and most people mistook me for younger. In fact, the blonde hair and swimmer's build often got me carded two or three times in just one bar. I tried not to look hurt, but Adam knew me too well.
"Jon, I was just kidding. You know you look younger than me." This wasn't true by any means, but it made me feel better. If I looked twenty, then Adam looked sixteen. I laughed it off and told him not to worry about it. So I'm twenty-four, who gives a shit. I still had the hottest eighteen year old boy standing in front of me, and now he was slipping off his board shorts. What an awesome sight! Adam now stood before me as close to naked as I'd ever seen him, wearing only the skimpiest of speedos. The less he wore, the more inviting his body became, and for the first time, I noticed how smooth he was. Not a hair on his leg or torso. Clearly, he shaved. I just wondered how far. My dick was really getting hard now. "Come on," he said cheerfully as he jumped in. "What are you waiting for?"
I'm waiting for dick to chill out, I wanted to yell. Instead, I jumped in. "How many laps we swimming?" I asked.
"I don't know. I was hoping you could help me stretch out a little first."
"Sure." I started, but before I could finish he had backed himself up against me. The contact was overwhelming. I tried my best to remain cool, taking his arm and elbow and stretching it over his head like nothing was odd. Meanwhile, my hard cock was pressing against the lower portion of his back, albeit under two layers of swimsuit. I had no idea whether he felt it or not. I finished stretching him and then took the other arm. This time, though, he grabbed my chest as I flexed his arm behind his head, clumsily grabbing for my nipple. Upon finding it he squeezed, and I thought I would cum right there.
By now, my dick was extremely hard and throbbing against his back. Still, he didn't try to shy away from it. Was this the invitation I was waiting for? I didn't want to blow the relationship we had built up over the last six years, but the temptation of sex with this truly amazing young boy was too much to bare. Finally, I succumbed to my innermost desires and pulled Adam closer to me. I wrapped my arm around his chest and started to play with his nipple, pinching it between my index and middle finger. Much to my delight, Adam reciprocated and continued to play with my nipple. He moaned softly. I couldn't believe what was happening, but it was too late to go back now. I took my other hand and reached down toward his speedo. He was hard as a rock. I cupped my hand and massaged his balls through the suit. This went on for a couple of minutes before Adam turned around and looked me square in the eyes.
"I've wanted this for a couple of years now," he whispered.
"You did?" I said shocked. He nodded his head and leaned forward to kiss me. It was the greatest kiss of my entire life. He had the thinnest, most passionate lips. I had yearned for them now for the past 24 hours. They tasted of such youth and inexperience. His tongue explored every bump and crevice in my mouth. Meanwhile, I ran my tongue along the roof of his mouth and back and forth towards his tonsils. My hands were all over his body while we kissed, especially his perked up nipples. He seemed to be enjoying this and reached down to untie my adidas soccer shorts.
Soon we were both standing there in only our speedos, our bodies intertwined as one. We continued to just pet and kiss each other, hoping the moment would last for eternity. The cold water along with his smooth body felt so good next to mine. He shifted positions and stradled my waist, our hard cocks rubbing against each other, speedo to speedo. We both held each around the ass, squeezing and releasing our butt cheeks together. I couldn't get enough of his smooth, young body. It moved so quickly, almost uncontrollably. I remembered how I used to have a body like that. Below the surface, our feet and legs were doing their own tangled dance.
"I want to do more," I exclaimed suddenly. My words even caught me by surprise. My brain was obviously no longer in charge. It was like some alien lifeforce had taken control of all my actions.
"So do I," Adam replied. He was moaning quite heavily now.
"Do you have any experience?" I asked.
"Once. How `bout you?"
"Oh, a little bit. Not a lot."
Adam unstraddled himself from me. He untied his speedo and sat on the edge of the pool, legs dangling in the water. He looked around to see if anyone was up and about, then looked at his watch. "We've only got about fifteen minutes till this place is hopping with people," he said.
"Don't worry. I'll be swallowing your cum in no time," I joked. Adam spread his legs and I moved in between them. I grabbed his untied speedo and pulled it down around his smooth ankles. There in front of me was the most beautiful cock I had ever seen in my entire life. About six inches cut, it pointed straight at my mouth, waiting for penetration. All the pubes were shaved except for a small patch of light brown hair about four inches below the bellybutton. Adam leaned in, took my head with his two hands, and pulled me forward. I licked my lips and wrapped them around the head of his juicy cock. It tasted sweeter than any dick I'd ever had before. There was more pre-cum than I could ever remember seeing or tasting. I sucked it all in. I ran my lips back and forth around his young prick. I licked the shaft, teasing him with each motion of the tongue. Soon, I had his balls in my mouth. I continued to caress them with my tongue. His smooth legs slid along my torso and back as I pleased him like I had pleased no one before. He started thrusting himself towards me, fucking my face, in and out, in and out. The pace quickened and I knew he was close to being done.
"Shit, Jon. I'm gonna cum. Oh God!" I increased my pace now and felt his whole body contracting. Pre-cum was already dripping from the side of my mouth. "Fuck me, Jon. Lick my asshole!" He was really getting into now. I pulled him closer to me. His back was barely resting on the cement. His smooth legs continued their uncontrollable dance along my body. I sucked and sucked and sucked while he face fucked me and then, upon feeling his final contraction, I stuck my index and middle finger up his virgin asshole. The load he shot was overwhelming! His body spasmed in ecstasy. "That was the best sex I ever had," he screamed. I finished sucking his dick, swallowing every ounce of boy juice I could get. It was impossible to drink it all in, there was so much. He must have shot four or five loads - hell, he was eighteen.
I pulled his speedo back up around his waist and we kissed some more. I didn't know if he was going to do me too, but I didn't really care. I could always jerk off later. Just pleasing him was important to me. After all, this was Adam and I really cared about him. I wanted him to come back for more. I wondered in the back of my mind if we could become lovers. It was crazy I know, but I was on a high.
"The morning buzzer's going to go off any second," Adam finally said. "I better get back to the cabin."
"Yeah, me too." We parted and put our outer swimsuits and board shorts back on. Clearly, I was going to have to jerk myself off back at the guest cabin. Adam hopped out of the pool, turned to me, and smiled.
"That was fun." The understatement of the day, I thought. "Maybe we can try some other things later this afternoon?"
"Sure, Adam. When do you get off?"
"I get off when you get off, Jon." It was a joke. I shook my head.
"Seriously, Adam."
"What do you say you meet me at the underwater house around 6:30-ish?" I nodded. "Oh, and bring some kind of lubricant." But there was no need to ask. I was already in over my head.
TO BE CONTINUED.
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