never
done… anything… but I’ve always wanted… to….” With visible effort,
Adam pulled himself together, brought his breathing under control. “But it
hasn’t done any good. Nothing has changed. And I’m so tired of never
having what I want, of living every day in pain when nothing even comes
of it. I’m done pretending I don’t want it. I can’t. I want… I want….”
“What, Adam? What do you want?”
I felt Adam’s arms tighten around me, pulling me closer until our
whole bodies were touching, his face only a fraction of an inch from me.
“You,” he whispered. And then he was kissing me.
An instant of surprise, but then my body took over. My mouth
opened, and his tongue darted in. The kiss continued, deepening,
becoming more and more passionate. In seconds he was on top of me, his
weight pushing me deep into the bed, his cock rubbing against mine
through the fabric of our pajama pants. I wrapped my arms around him,
feeling the strong muscles of his shoulders ripple as he moved. I traced the
muscles down his back until I found the elastic waistband of his pants and
slipped my hands inside, grabbing the firmness of his ass and squeezing.
He moaned into my mouth. Longing to feel more of his body against
mine, I pulled his pants down below his ass.
Suddenly there was one less layer of fabric between us. Freed from
the confines of his underwear, I could feel the heavy weight of his balls on
my leg, the warmth of the head of his cock as it pushed past my pajama
pants and onto my abs. He broke away from the kiss, sitting up on his
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knees long enough to tug off my own pants and boxers with such intensity
I could hear them rip. Then he was back on top of me, kissing me with
renewed energy and thrusting his hips against mine.
This was different from anything that had happened with Kai. It was
slower, more passionate. As our bodies rubbed against each other, our
hands explored every inch. This wasn’t about pleasure, though there was
plenty of that—it was about a need I could tell we both felt, a need to
press ourselves together so tightly we might just become one.
I have no idea how long this lasted. It could have been hours. Time
had lost all meaning; everything faded into the taste of Adam’s mouth and
the feel of his body. But eventually things started going faster, becoming
more frenzied. Our breath came in sharper, more ragged gasps between
kisses as we both climbed together toward climax. And when it happened
and our cum mingled together with the sweat on our pressed-together
bodies, he didn’t stop kissing me. The kisses became softer, more tender.
The need had passed, but the desire remained. And when even that was
done, we lay side by side, legs entwined and foreheads pressed together.
He stared deep into my eyes, playing idly with my hair, and I traced
designs on his bicep.
“You know,” Adam said, “I think this would be the perfect
moment… if it weren’t for the feeling of cum slowly drying on my
stomach.”
I laughed. Without breaking out of Adam’s grip, I kicked my
pants off my ankles, where they had been bunched since Adam had
pulled them down. I grabbed them and used them to wipe myself
clean. Then I started on Adam, beginning at his chest and working my
way slowly down until finally I got to his cock. I abandoned my
makeshift towel. I wanted to hold Adam in my hand.
Even flaccid, his dick was huge, long and fat. Wrapping my fingers
around his shaft, I felt it jump a little in response, which made me smile.
Adam’s eyes continued to bore into mine. His breath began to grow thick
and heavy. I started to stroke, slowly, delighting in the sensation of his soft cock in my hand, feeling it begin to grow hard again. I reached my other
hand down to cup his balls, which hung low, draped over his thigh. I felt
his hand move down my side to my hip, but there it hesitated. I grabbed
his wrist and brought it farther,
done… anything… but I’ve always wanted… to….” With visible effort,
Adam pulled himself together, brought his breathing under control. “But it
hasn’t done any good. Nothing has changed. And I’m so tired of never
having what I want, of living every day in pain when nothing even comes
of it. I’m done pretending I don’t want it. I can’t. I want… I want….”
“What, Adam? What do you want?”
I felt Adam’s arms tighten around me, pulling me closer until our
whole bodies were touching, his face only a fraction of an inch from me.
“You,” he whispered. And then he was kissing me.
An instant of surprise, but then my body took over. My mouth
opened, and his tongue darted in. The kiss continued, deepening,
becoming more and more passionate. In seconds he was on top of me, his
weight pushing me deep into the bed, his cock rubbing against mine
through the fabric of our pajama pants. I wrapped my arms around him,
feeling the strong muscles of his shoulders ripple as he moved. I traced the
muscles down his back until I found the elastic waistband of his pants and
slipped my hands inside, grabbing the firmness of his ass and squeezing.
He moaned into my mouth. Longing to feel more of his body against
mine, I pulled his pants down below his ass.
Suddenly there was one less layer of fabric between us. Freed from
the confines of his underwear, I could feel the heavy weight of his balls on
my leg, the warmth of the head of his cock as it pushed past my pajama
pants and onto my abs. He broke away from the kiss, sitting up on his
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knees long enough to tug off my own pants and boxers with such intensity
I could hear them rip. Then he was back on top of me, kissing me with
renewed energy and thrusting his hips against mine.
This was different from anything that had happened with Kai. It was
slower, more passionate. As our bodies rubbed against each other, our
hands explored every inch. This wasn’t about pleasure, though there was
plenty of that—it was about a need I could tell we both felt, a need to
press ourselves together so tightly we might just become one.
I have no idea how long this lasted. It could have been hours. Time
had lost all meaning; everything faded into the taste of Adam’s mouth and
the feel of his body. But eventually things started going faster, becoming
more frenzied. Our breath came in sharper, more ragged gasps between
kisses as we both climbed together toward climax. And when it happened
and our cum mingled together with the sweat on our pressed-together
bodies, he didn’t stop kissing me. The kisses became softer, more tender.
The need had passed, but the desire remained. And when even that was
done, we lay side by side, legs entwined and foreheads pressed together.
He stared deep into my eyes, playing idly with my hair, and I traced
designs on his bicep.
“You know,” Adam said, “I think this would be the perfect
moment… if it weren’t for the feeling of cum slowly drying on my
stomach.”
I laughed. Without breaking out of Adam’s grip, I kicked my
pants off my ankles, where they had been bunched since Adam had
pulled them down. I grabbed them and used them to wipe myself
clean. Then I started on Adam, beginning at his chest and working my
way slowly down until finally I got to his cock. I abandoned my
makeshift towel. I wanted to hold Adam in my hand.
Even flaccid, his dick was huge, long and fat. Wrapping my fingers
around his shaft, I felt it jump a little in response, which made me smile.
Adam’s eyes continued to bore into mine. His breath began to grow thick
and heavy. I started to stroke, slowly, delighting in the sensation of his soft cock in my hand, feeling it begin to grow hard again. I reached my other
hand down to cup his balls, which hung low, draped over his thigh. I felt
his hand move down my side to my hip, but there it hesitated. I grabbed
his wrist and brought it farther,
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