Exploring Adam 5 - Sex Stories

Exploring Adam 5

... another experiment for you?" The question was asked with trepidation, as if he feared the answer. "No," I said emphatically. "I don't know what it is. I'll be honest. I don't know if I could be openly in a gay relationship. Not now, anyway ... not yet. But ..." I faltered for a moment, and he hugged me comfortingly. "I haven't felt this kind of desire for ... well, ever. It's entirely new to me. But one thing I do know is that since you first kissed me, I have wanted nothing other than to give you pleasure. To make you feel good." He smiled. "That's good," he said. "Want to do a bit of that now?" I rested my hand on his cock, and felt the intoxicating sensation of it growing and hardening again. "More than anything," I whispered. "What do you want to do?" After a pause, I said, "More to the point, what do you want me to do to you?" He thought for a moment, and said, "I think I want you to demonstrate your love of my cock," he whispered. "I want you to worship it. I want you to pay it the respect and honor it deserves. With your lips and tongue and hands. And then I want to fuck you hard, on your knees, from behind, and teach your hetero ass a rich lesson." "Oh, fuck," I whispered, barely able to get the words out. "I think that would be divine." "Then get to it, cocksucker," he said, biting of the consonants. I obeyed, sliding down until my face was level with his hard cock. "You are so fucking beautiful," I said, and ran the tip of my tongue up his shaft. He hissed in ...

... pleasure. "Tell me what it tastes like." "Like salt and copper and desire," I whispered. "Kiss it. Kiss the head. A proper French fucking kiss." I obliged, leading with my tongue, running the tip over his glans and slowly sliding my lips over the flaring, swollen head, my tongue squirming against it. After a moment I slid my mouth down the shaft, my tongue still working, opening my throat and letting his length slide in. I held my nose in his pubes for a moment, and then withdrew. "Do you like that?" he demanded when I gasped for breath. "More than anything," I admitted. "Why?" "It is hard and soft. Like velvet around steel. I love feeling it grow, I love even more when you cum in my mouth." "What does my cum taste like?" "Salt and fish and lust." He put his hand on the back of my head and thrust me down on his cock again, and I sucked him deeply for a few minutes while he moaned and writhed on the bed. Suddenly I felt his hands on the sides of my head, pulling me off, and he lay gasping for a few seconds. "Oh, no," he whimpered. "No, you naughty man. I do not want to cum in your mouth. I still need to fuck you." I brought myself up and kissed him. "As you command," I said, reaching beside the bed and coming up with the KY. Not looking away from his heavy-lidded eyes, I smeared the lube on my hands and stroked his cock gently. When he gasped, I chuckled. "You want to teach my hetero ass a lesson, lover?" I asked. He nodded helplessly. "Well, you'll have to last more than thirty ...