Exploring Adam 6 - Sex Stories

Exploring Adam 6

Against the odds, we actually made it out of the apartment that morning, to go and have brunch. It felt odd to be out with Adam in public ... it felt almost as if I was hanging out with a different person. So much of my time with him had been spent naked and in the throes of passion. Actually sitting across a diner table from him as we ate our bacon and eggs was almost an alien experience. But every so often I would get a flash in my mind of how his hard cock felt in my hand or mouth, or remember the timbre of his voice as he whispered "fuck me," or the musky scent that rose to my nostrils when I ran my tongue over his balls. We went for a walk after brunch through one of the parks in the town, and he mentioned admiringly that it must be a lovely place to jog in nice weather. I agreed. "Do you run?" he asked. "Yes," I replied. "Most days, once it gets warm. In the winter I work out in the university gym." "Yes, I figured you must," he said slyly, not looking at me, but the tone of his voice made my stomach flutter. "Did you want to go for a run?" I asked, trying to take my mind away from the thought of his body. He hesitated. "Well, I did bring my shoes and shorts. Just in case." He looked at me. "Would you want to go?" "I haven't run outside since the weather got warm," I admitted. "I've been lazy." Surreptitiously, he poked me in the gut. "It doesn't show." "Not yet," I grinned. "But it will soon if I don't get out there again. Not all of us have the seventeen-year-old's ...

... constitution." He looked at me challengingly. "Oh, I don't know. You seem to be able to keep up OK." Our double entendres weren't even all that lewd, and yet even the barest suggestion of sex with Adam made me slightly light-headed. "So ... back to the apartment, and then a run?" I wondered if it would be possible for us to change into our running gear without it turning into a sex session ... lord knows, it took all of my willpower to keep my mind from thoughts that would give me a raging hardon. But somehow we managed it ... I think because, even though neither of us said anything, we were both thinking about it, and we kept carefully apart as we stripped down and dressed in shorts and running shoes. "Let's stretch at the park," I suggested, thinking that if I were to watch him bending over in my living room, there would be nothing else for it but to take him right there. His offhand comment that morning "You HAVE to fuck me again later" was rattling around in my mind, distracting me at the most inopportune times. What was worse, I could tell that Adam knew exactly what was on my mind. But that was fair enough, as I had caught him a few times staring at me with distant eyes, his delicious mouth slightly open. We walked from my place down to the river and did our stretching beside the jogging path. My god, he was divine—as he did lunges to stretch out his hamstrings, his ass strained against the thin material of his jogging shorts. His legs were long and well-muscled, nicely ...