Managing-Adam

By Davey R

Published on Oct 21, 2000

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What follows is a short hot story about the short hot Adam Rickett. It doesn't imply anything about reality in any way.

Of course, the coolest thing about owning Adam Rickett is getting him to do those stupid dances in the privacy of your own bedroom.

You know the ones. The ones on Saturday morning kids shows, the dances he and any number of boybands do. The sexy flexing and swaying designed to get pussies wet and cocks swelling. The dances you've seen him do in skintight silver tops, wrapped so tight around his torso, cavorting and flirting with the girl dancers and, better, the guy ones too. That horny hard body of his jerking all over the place while you jack off furiously, imagining all the things you'd do to him to see that body writhing even more.

Now, picture him doing those energetic, unspeakably dumb and sexy dances just for you. Imagine sitting on a big soft silky bed and slowly massaging your cock as he poses and postures with his body to make you - and you alone -hard. And he's not wearing silver tops and trousers anymore. No, he's stripped down to just his underwear, to skimpy black rubber underwear, and all his lovely torso and his arms glitter and glisten with oil as he drives you wild with that fantastic young body, right there, just four feet away, at the end of your bed. You can't wait to get your hands and your tongue on those abdominals, you can't wait to lick at the shape of them, to feel those contours, to know that all the work the horny bitch has done on that body has been for your benefit, because he would do anything to please you. Oh yeah, the feel of those biceps between your lips is so familiar to you, you've had them there a hundred times, but still you cannot wait to have them there again.

When he goes for his photo shoots and makes his music videos, the makeup artists have a hell of a time covering up all those lovebites. The ones you - his manager - have made. The dark blotches on his body where you've sucked hard at his chest and nibbled round his nipples. There are four or five on his upper back because you love, when you are inside him, to taste his skin and his flesh against your tongue, not just to be in him but to taste him and savour him. He will not be young and perfect forever, but while he is, he is yours, all yours and no one else's. And you will keep him greedily to yourself.

Uh yeah, that dancing is driving you crazy. You're dribbling precum already. He's fondling himself now, slowly stretching his torso and running his hands over it as if he wants to fuck himself almost as much as you want to fuck him. His body is his only talent, and it's the one that enticed you to him. You promised once that, if he he'd give himself to you, you would make him famous. And, as it turned out, he damn well knew how to honour an agreement.

Remember that first night. That first night in your house when you lifted his legs from the floor and pressed his fresh body hard against the wall and forced your cock inside his tight boy arsehole for the first time. Remember the struggle, your hairs all tangled together, and then the fucking satisfaction when you finally found your way in. remember him moaning and screaming your name, remember him gasping for more, more cock, more cock, as you pushed up and up inside him as far as you could go.

Yes, yes, the gorgeous slut is dancing slower and slower, teasing you, making you burn with lust. "Ahhh... show me your arse, Adam", you growl, struggling not to cum, struggling against an almost unstoppable force. That feeling is there, the cum is on its way, but you strain and you tense yourself, and you withhold it. The orgasm is captured in the base of your cock, it's bubbling away, it's waiting. But you have to see that arse. You have to see his tight solid buttocks exposed for your pleasure. He tweaks and twangs at the tiny waistband, teasing more, giggling as he sees the effect his body has on you. You see his fingers at the waistband. Uhhh, that body, that body is so hot. He pulls down the briefs - hell, the fucking panties -, and slides them past his thighs and calves to his ankles. He is bent right over, right over, and then those fingers of his reach up to the buttocks and pulls them apart. There it is. There is the hole. Adam's hole. You leap up and pull his body against yours. You sink your massive blazing cock into it, into him. You hold him by his hard muscular shoulders and he screams, "Yes! Yes! Fuck me, oh yes!" as your cum finally escapes and pours deep, deep into him, The pleasure ripples up against your gut and you can feel it in your throat, you can feel your goddamn orgasm spreading right through all your limbs. The feel of Adam's asshole and the sound of Adam's moans keep you hard, and you fuck him, and fuck him, and fuck him, taking him to the bed eventually and fucking him more until you both pass out.

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