Exploring Adam 5 - Sex Stories

Exploring Adam 5

... realized that Doug was still talking. "Hey, buddy! You there?" "Uh, yeah. Sorry, there was a commotion outside, I just went to the window to see it. What were you saying?" My traitorous cock had gotten hard watching Adam's lewd show, and it nudged aside my robe to reveal itself. Adam grinned again and fell to his knees, crawling across the floor toward me." "I said I didn't think he'd misbehave, it was just something to ask. Is he still asleep?" "Um, no, he's in the shower." I couldn't take my eyes away from Adam's as he crossed the floor, his mouth partly open, the pink tip of his tongue circling them. "Really? Wow, that's unusual. Usually he sleeps until noon." Adam did not take his hands off the carpet, but leaned forward and took my hard cock into his mouth. "Well, uh ... hah ... yeah, but he's sleeping in ... ah ... my living room, so you know ... as soon as I'm up ..." Dear god, he was going to town. My knees threatened to buckle as he slurped my straining cock. "Yeah, I guess so. Hey, are you all right? You sound a bit out of breath." "Yeah ... hah ... well, I was just um ... doing some situps when you called." I could feel myself getting close, and there was no way I wanted to cum while on the phone with Doug. "Oh, hey ... he just got out of the shower, want to talk to him?" "Sure, great. Put him on." Smirking, I handed the phone to Adam, who pouted, but stood and took it from my hand. "Hello? Oh, hey Doug. Yeah, he's been great. It's been really... educational." As ...

... soon as he had taken the phone from my hand, I dropped to my knees and ran the tip of my tongue up the underside of his shaft. I paused with my mouth over the head, swirling my tongue around, and then slowly slid the entire organ into my mouth. With my fingertip I tickled the base of his scrotum, finding that sensitive patch of skin he had showed me the night before. As I sucked, my fingertip traveled back, finding his hole, still fresh from the shower, and slowly slid my finger past his pucker. He had been doing pretty well until that point keeping an even voice, but when my fingertip found his prostate, he covered up the receiver so Doug couldn't hear the gasp that fought its way out of his throat. "What's that?" he asked, his voice having gone up a register. "Oh, yeah, sure. Of course. Yeah, I'll ... I'll do that. And yes, I'll ... I'll call Mom later." He covered the receiver again as Doug talked, and hissed, "Holy fuck, I'm close." Then back into the phone, "What's that? Oh, no ... sorry, he can't come back to the phone. Yeah. Yeah, I'll tell him goodbye. Yeah. Later, big brother." He put the phone back in the cradle and let out the moan he'd been holding in, putting his hands on my head and suddenly starting to fuck my face. His sphincter clenched around my fingertip. "oh, fuck. Yes. That's good. Oh, god. I love your finger there. You HAVE to fuck me again later. Oh yeah. Right there. Right there. Right theeeeeeerrrrrrrrree ..." The front third of his cock swelled like a ...