Exploring Adam 6 - Sex Stories

Exploring Adam 6

... unexpectedly. "OK, I guess," I said. "A little sore. That was farther than I normally go." He kissed me. "Tell you what," he said, "why don't you have a shower, and then I will give you a massage ... to ease whatever aches our long run gave you." In spite of the not-so-subtle suggestion that I was in worse shape than him, that was not an offer I was about to turn down. I showered, carefully avoiding touching my cock, which did not soften in the slightest. When I emerged, Adam was waiting in the bedroom with a bottle of lotion he had found in my medicine cabinet, and he instructed me to lie flat on my stomach. I did, though it took me a moment to adjust myself so that my hard cock was not uncomfortable between me and the bed. I let myself lie supine, my head turned and my arms limp by my sides, and closed my eyes. I head Adam squirt lotion on his hands and felt him kneel on the bed beside me. He straddled my hips and suddenly his strong, sure hands ran from my lower back up my spine in a single luxurious movement. I sighed, then groaned in pleasure as he started to knead the muscles of my shoulders. I hadn't had a proper massage in ages, and the feel of his hands was divine—it felt as though the tension in my shoulders was being siphoned right out by his touch. This was, I realized through a haze of pleasure, the first time I had ever received a massage from another man ... and like the feel of his hands on my cock, it was a different world from receiving one from a woman. ...

... Not least because when he leaned forward I could feel his cock press against my lower back, and a thrill ran through me at the touch of his beautiful hard organ. He worked slowly down my back, taking his time, deliberately skipping over my ass to work on my thighs and calves. He dug his thumbs deeply into my muscles, stopping just short of actually hurting me, instead inflicting a bone-deep pleasure that had me at once aroused and utterly relaxed. When he reached the terminus of my feet, I finally felt his hands squeeze and knead my ass. As he slowly, slowly worked my buttocks, he slid a finger teasingly up my crack, pausing to tweak my anus enough to elicit a gasp and moan from me and make my cock, trapped between my body and the bed, twitch in want. Finally, he rolled me over. "Keep your eyes closed," he whispered as he knelt by my head and worked on the muscles around my collarbone. Suddenly, against my lips I felt the head of his cock, and as he slid the shaft over my lips I opened my mouth and let my tongue slide along the underside. For a few moments he teased my mouth like that, slapping my hands away when I moved them up. "No," he said chidingly. "Not yet." He took his cock away then, and I moaned sadly. He massaged my chest, pinching and tweaking my nipples, then dropped again to my thighs. By now my cock was impossibly hard, straining for his touch, leaking precum like a faucet. I opened my eyelids a little, and saw that it was visibly throbbing with my pulse. He ...