Exploring Adam 2 - Sex Stories

Exploring Adam 2

... moan again, to make him helpless with pleasure. And my own cock, hard again, insistent in his hand, wanted the same. I wanted to feel his mouth on it again, I wanted to cum in his mouth again and taste myself on his lips when I kissed him. I wanted him to cum in my mouth, in my hand, on my chest, on my face. I wanted to feel his cock throb and spurt, to feel him shudder in helpless pleasure as it did. Did I want to fuck him? I wasn't yet sure. But as I lay there, feeling desire build in me, I became increasingly certain I wanted him to fuck me. He saw my eyes go introspective as all that ran through my head, and he asked in a worried voice, "You okay? You're not starting to regret this, are you?" In answer, I kissed him, and said, my voice ragged, "No, I don't regret this. At all. I can't believe I'm lying here either. All I know is that I want to make you feel good. I want to make you cum again." He smiled, and kissed me. "Then do it," he whispered. "It won't take long, I'm afraid. I'm pretty close." I ducked my head to his chest again, ran my tongue around, and over his nipple until it was hard. I slowly stroked his cock, and he lay back, closing his eyes. He moaned. "Oh, fuck. Yes. Right there." I ran my thumb up over his glans, smearing the precum over the head of his cock and running my thumb in circles around it. I looked at it in fascination as I did—it seemed huge, and engorged, flushed red. I could feel his cock throb in my hand. Part of me wanted to suck it ...

... again, but there would be time for that later. Now, it was all about how he felt in my hand. I kept licking his nipple, every few moments biting it lightly to tease out a gasp from my lover. I started to stroke him again, slowly, loving the way his hips squirmed against the sheets and pressed up against the pressure of my hand. I could feel him getting close, so I backed off the tempo until he subsided. Then I stroked him hard again. Taking my mouth away from his nipple, I put it to his ear and whispered, "Your cock is beautiful. It is perfect. I love how it feels in my hand. I love how it tastes. I want to suck you again later, feel you cum in my mouth." "Oh, fuck," he whimpered. I smiled and said, "That too. I want you to fuck me." Pressing my mouth against his ear, licking the lobe lightly, I repeated, "I want you to fuck me." Hearing that put him over the edge, as I wanted it to. He gasped in ecstasy, and I slid my hand up over the head of his cock so I could feel him spurt against my palm. It's weird—no one ever tells you how hot cum is, when it spurts from a cock into your hand or mouth. You'd think after a lifetime of jerking off I'd have noticed with my own, but it's not the same thing. Adam came into my hand, and it felt like it had just come from a kettle. Hot and sticky. And delicious. He moaned and gasped as he came, his body tensing, his legs quivering, and he shot into my hand. He collapsed back on the pillow, breathless, and I smeared his juices over his softening ...