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Archive-title: Adam - 2
Chapter 2
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Adam awoke suddenly from a dreamless sleep. The room was in dark-
ness and a total, overwhelming silence which was broken only by the
distant rumble of traffic on the ring-road a few streets away. He lay
there for a while, eyes closed, listening to the night sounds and the
deep rhythmic breathing of the man next to him.
At some point in the night Stan had rolled over and was now facing
away from him. Adam snuggled close to his sleeping lover, slipping his
arm round Stan's waist and pressing himself up tight against Stan's
back. He could feel the smooth warmth of Stan's bare skin against his
chest and stomach, and the clammy warmth of Stan's buttocks against
his already erect penis. Adam adjusted his position slightly so that
his cock was nestled in the cleavage of Stan's arse. God, it felt so
good! Stan had taught him a lot in the two and a half weeks he'd been
staying with him, and had shown him just how pleasant it was to be
close to someone, both in a physical and an emotional sense.
Adam ran his hand lightly over Stan's stomach, and playfully fin-
gered his navel. Stan was quite hairy, almost the complete opposite of
Adam. His legs and belly were covered by a liberal mat of dark hair,
although his chest was bare save for around the nipples. Adam had very
little hair on his muscular frame. His pubic bush was quite thick and
the hair in his armpits, but apart from that his body was smooth, with
just the finest down covering his long legs. Stan had once commented
that Adam had the body of a teenage athlete, hard and muscular yet
supple and youthful. It was difficult to put an age to him. Stan, who
was almost 32, said he would estimate Adam's age at between 18 and 22,
but there was no way of telling.
Nuzzling his face against the back of Stan's neck, Adam kissed his
shoulder. He moved his hand lower over Stan's stomach, down into his
crotch. Taking Stan's limp cock in his hand, Adam caressed it gently,
peeling back the ample foreskin and rubbing the head between his fin-
ger and thumb. Stan moaned in his sleep.
Adam smiled to himself as he felt Stan's cock react to the stimu-
lation, the shaft swelling and growing, blood flowing rapidly, stiff-
ening it to its full six and a half inches. Stan moaned again, drift-
ing slowly towards full consciousness as Adam played lovingly with his
dick.
Stan rolled onto his back, and as he did Adam threw back the
sheets, leaving them both naked in the darkness. Adam knelt at Stan's
side and lowered his head to Stan's groin. He couldn't see his lover's
prick in the dark of the bedroom, but he could feel the radiated
warmth of Stan's crotch on his face and smell the heady, musky aroma
of his erection. Adam opened his lips, stuck out his tongue and licked
the bulbous head of Stan's penis. Since the first night he'd stayed
with Stan, the night when Stan had blown his mind by blowing his cock,
Adam had developed a liking for the taste of cock, for the feel of it
in his mouth, and the strong smell of maleness you got when your face
was pressed into someone's pubic bush.
Adam ran his tongue along the thick vein on the underside of
Stan's tool, down as far as his balls and then back up to the silky
glans. As he did, he slid his hand between Stan's thighs and under his
buttocks, feeling for Stan's anus and slipping his finger in as far as
the knuckle. Stan moaned as Adam finger fucked him, in and out, deeper
and deeper. Adam opened his mouth and took Stan's prick between his
lips, tasting the salty dew of pre-cum which glistened at the tip. He
drew his mouth along the length of Stan's cock, his tongue brushing
the shaft as Stan arched his back off the bed and thrust his organ
deeper in Adam's mouth.
As he ate Stan's cock, Adam reached down between his own legs,
grasping his already wet penis and wanking himself quickly. He knew he
was near to climax. Releasing Stan's cock from his mouth, Adam swung
around, gently took hold of Stan's head and pressed his prick onto
Stan's lips. Stan opened his mouth, but wasn't quite in time. Thick
milky spunk spurted from Adam's swollen dick onto Stan's face, running
over his lips and dribbling down his chin. Stan's tongue flicked out
as he tried to lick a few tasty gobbets of cum from his lips, but
Adam's thrusting cock was in full spout, jet after jet of semen shoot-
ing into his face. Stan had never known any guy cum as much as Adam
did. Eventually his orgasm subsided, and he eased back, putting his
face next to Stan's and licking his own cum off.
When Adam had cleared away the last drop of his spunk from Stan's
chin he resumed his original position and once more gobbled Stan's
cock, quicker this time, with added urgency. His own cock was wilting
quickly, and he was eager to snuggle up next to Stan in that warm won-
derful feeling which follows a good fuck. He sucked on the thick prick
in his mouth, willing it to shoot. And within moments it did, pumping
spunk down the back of Adam's throat in one powerful constant jet.
Adam swallowed the cum, savouring the saltiness of it, sucking Stan's
cock until every drop was extracted.
Later they lay in each other's arms, Stan in a doze while Adam
stared up at the ceiling. The bedroom was getting lighter as dawn ap-
proached, and he knew that soon Stan would get up and dressed and head
off to the hospital. That was when he would make his move. It wasn't
going to be easy to leave Stan, in fact it would be hard to leave the
loving safety he'd known for the last couple of weeks, but he had to
do it. He'd never rest until he found out the truth about himself, and
he couldn't do that stuck here in Brighton. He had to go to Newcastle-
Upon-Tyne. The phone number written on the crumpled piece of paper in
his wallet must have meant something at some time; it was just a case
of finding out what.
By 10.00 am Adam was standing at the side of the A23 holding a
piece of card on which he'd written "London" in thick black letters.
He had no alternative but to hitch-hike. With ø11.73 in his pocket he
had to save money wherever he could. No doubt Stan would have given
him some cash if he'd asked, but pride wouldn't allow him to. And be-
sides, he knew that leaving would have been so much harder if Stan had
been home. That was why he'd waited until Stan was at work before
sneaking out. He'd left him a letter on the kitchen table, in which he
tried to explain everything, how he felt and why he'd decided to go,
but even so he knew Stan would be a little hurt.
Adam was still thinking about Stan when a large articulated lorry
squealed to a halt a couple of hundred yards from where he was stand-
ing. Picking up the ruck-sack containing his few meagre possessions,
Adam walked down to where the truck waited, engine throbbing, the pas-
senger door slightly ajar.
"Going anywhere near London?" he asked the driver as he bobbed his
head inside the cab.
The guy behind the wheel was about 40, a large fellow, slightly
over-weight but not grossly fat. His hair was in dire need of cutting
and hung in greasy strands over his forehead.
"Sure, son," he said, grinning from ear to ear. "Hop in. I'll take
you all the way."
There was something about the guy which made Adam nervous, but he
was desperate for the ride so, pushing his doubts to the back of his
mind, he clambered into the cab and pulled the door closed. The truck
began to move almost before he was in, as though the driver feared he
might change his mind.
"My name's Billy," the driver said. "What's yours?"
"Adam," Adam replied.
The guy was wearing jeans and a dirty white T-shirt, and Adam
couldn't help noticing that Billy's fly was undone. "Fuckin' hot to-
day, ain't it?" Billy muttered, scratching his crotch absent-mindedly.
Adam grunted and half-smiled. He didn't like the guy, but didn't
want to lose his lift, so he decided to play it cool and keep the con-
versation down if at all possible. They rode on for the best part of
half an hour, Billy chattering away, almost every other word being
"fuck" or some derivation. Adam kept quiet and just smiled occasion-
ally.
At a point in the road just before the A23 grew up and became the
M23, Billy spun the wheel and turned the truck into a lay-by, cutting
the engine and turning towards his passenger.
"Well?" he asked.
Adam frowned. "Well, what?"
Billy looked annoyed. "Well, aren't you gonna pay for the fuckin'
ride?"
"I'm sorry," Adam shrugged, "but I've no money. That's why I was
hitching in the first place."
"Fuckin' 'ell," Billy spat. "I don't want fuckin' money, arsehole.
I meant pay for the ride the usual fuckin' way"
"What way's that?" Adam asked, although he already had a good
idea.
Billy shot him a look which plainly showed he thought Adam was de-
liberately stalling, then, without a word, he slid his hand across
Adam's muscular thigh and squeezed the bulge in his crotch. "Feels
good," Billy said, grinning. "Got a big dick, have you?"
Adam attempted a smile, but failed. "I never had any complaints,"
he muttered, trying to keep his voice steady. Billy removed his hand
from Adam's crotch and leered knowingly.
"Why don't we get up in the sleeping quarters back there?" Billy
said, with a nod to indicate a section of the cab behind the seats
which was separated by a curtain. "You can show me what a big boy you
are, and then we can work out how you're going to pay me for giving
you a lift."
Adam looked at Billy carefully. He was hardly Tom Cruise, in fact
he looked more like Danny de Vito, except that he must have been well
over six foot tall and probably weighed in at around 16 stone. Had he
any choice in the matter Adam would never have chosen Billy as a sex-
ual partner, but the way things were shaping up Adam didn't have any
choice.
"Okay," Adam said, attempting to feign innocence. "As long as you
understand that I've never done anything like this before."
Billy's grin widened, which made Adam's stomach churn for some in-
explicable reason. "That's okay be me," he said. "A nice fuckin' vir-
gin lad. Ain't that a fuckin' treat?"
Billy cut the engine and parted the curtains behind the seats. The
sleeping quarters were just as Adam would have imagined them: one long
bunk spread on which were sheets that had turned cream with age, a
couple of pillows, and a tiny unit on which Billy had placed a tran-
sistor radio and a couple of small plastic boxes containing various
sorts of food.
But it was the walls of the cab which surprised Adam most. He as-
sumed that most macho lorry drivers would have a few lurid pin-ups
around for the purpose of masturbatory aids on long nights away from
home, but Billy's cab was literally plastered from wall to wall. Full
frontals of busty girls, some blonde, some brunette, a few with flam-
ing red hair, some acting coy, some brazenly fingering themselves,
large tits, small tits, and every size in between.
Strange, Adam thought, as he scrambled up onto the bunk. Why
should Billy choose to cover his walls with female nudes, and yet pick
up guys on the road for sex? To keep up the macho image, perhaps?
Billy followed Adam into the sleeping quarters and pulled the cur-
tains closed behind him. Adam noticed that he was already getting a
hard-on; his cock was pushing against his underpants which in turn
were bulging out through his open fly, making him look ludicrously
like a deformed rhinoceros. Adam resisted the temptation to laugh.
"I must say I do like the fuckin' way you fill out those jeans,"
Billy said, sitting on the edge of the bunk and running his hand over
Adam's thigh. His other hand was playing with the "rhino horn" in his
crotch. Adam lay on his back, arms at his side, feeling a bit silly
and wondering what he should do.
"Let's see what you've got in there," Billy muttered, reaching for
the zip on Adam's jeans and tugging it roughly.
Adam's jeans were tight, making it a little difficult for Billy to
open them as quickly as he would have liked, but after a certain
amount of fumbling and quite a lot of cursing, he managed to peel the
denims down Adam's muscular thighs, quickly followed by the small
white cotton briefs Stan had bought for him one day while they were
shopping.
Adam lay there motionless, his jeans down around his knees and his
T-shirt shoved up around his chest, while Billy ogled his genitals.
"Oh, fuckin' 'ell, son," he muttered, gazing in wonder at Adam's limp
uncut cock. "That's fuckin' lovely."
Billy reached out and grasped Adam's thick warm prick, peeling the
foreskin back to reveal the silky pink head. Billy squeezed his fist
around the limp shaft, causing Adam to grimace and gasp with pain. As
though spurred on by the expression of hurt on Adam's face, he re-
leased the boy's penis and slid his hand down around his scrotum,
feeling Adam's large heavy balls through the wrinkly skin with his
finger and thumb.
"Bet them balls hold a lot of fuckin' spunk, eh?" he grinned
sleazily. Then, without warning, he squeezed Adam's left testicle
hard.
Adam cried out with pain and shock. "Shit! What're you doing?" he
gasped.
"Don't be such a fuckin' baby," Billy spat with disgust. "I didn't
hurt you that much!"
Adam was angry. "Oh, no?" he said, starting to get up. "Well you
aren't going to get a second chance. I'm not into that kind of stuff."
He bent forward to pull up his jeans, taking his eyes off Billy
for just the briefest moment. And at that precise moment Billy let fly
with a right hook with caught Adam square on the chin and knocked him
back onto the bunk. Then he slammed his massive fist into Adam's face,
bursting his lip and loosening a tooth. Dazed, Adam sank onto his back
again, tasting blood in his mouth, his mind swimming.
"No little fucker is gonna get away without payin' his dues,"
Billy said, grabbing Adam roughly and pulling him half off the bunk.
He was amazingly strong.
Adam felt himself being half-lifted, half-turned until he was ly-
ing on his stomach on the bunk, his legs hanging off the end and his
bare behind up in the air. He knew what was happening, and in his daze
tried to get up again. Billy grabbed a handful of blonde hair, and
smashed Adam's head into the metal wall at the back of the bunk.
Billy pinned Adam down, holding his arms by the wrists behind his
back so that he couldn't move, and, with his free hand, he unfastened
his own jeans and pushed them down. His dirty white underpants bulged
obscenely, and it was perhaps a good thing that Adam couldn't see what
he was about to feel. Like the rest of him, Billy's cock was massive,
fully eight inches when erect, as it was as he pushed his Y-fronts
down and released it from it's restriction. He stroked it lovingly,
nuzzling the fat dick-head up against the warm cleavage of Adam's
arse.
When he'd been staying with Stan they'd talked about anal sex, but
Adam hadn't been quite ready. His sexual awareness was building
slowly, and they'd spent their time making love orally. Billy obvi-
ously was not prepared for anything but a good hard fuck, and as he
held the boy down he thrust with his hips, Adam's anus resisting at
first, then yielding to the terrific pressure from Billy's huge dick.
The anus lips gave way and Billy's swollen cock slipped in a fraction.
Adam let out a cry of pain and gritted his teeth. Undaunted, the lorry
driver thrust again, slamming his cock deeper, then again, deeper
still. Adam felt like his arse was on fire. Hot burning pain shot
through his guts and made the pain from his busted lip seem insignifi-
cant.
Billy's cock filled Adam, and under different circumstances could
have been quite pleasant. But Billy was vicious in his love-making,
ramming his prick up the boy without heed to the pain he was causing,
intent only on his own gratification. He thrust and thrust, cock
throbbing and eager, his fat hairy balls crashing against Adam's upper
thighs. How long it went on Adam was unaware. Mercifully his mind shut
off, leaving Billy to grunt and thrust to his heart's content.
When Billy came it was explosive. His cock burst inside Adam in a
fountain of cum, thick and milky and hot, and as he climaxed Billy
slapped Adam's buttocks like a rider would to a horse. Still he con-
tinued the fuck Adam, even as his dick started to wilt and soften, un-
til, at last, he could no longer keep it in and had to withdraw.
"Now get yourself together and fuck off outta my cab!" he shouted,
pulling up his jeans and dirty underpants. Adam was only barely con-
scious.
"I said fuck off outta my cab," Billy repeated when Adam didn't
move.
Roughly, he grabbed at Adam's jeans and briefs and yanked them up,
not bothering to fasten them. Then he man-handled him to the front of
the cab, opened the passenger door and pushed the dazed kid out. Adam
let with a sickening thud on the asphalt of the lay-by.
Adam lay there for a while, eyes closed and head spinning. He
heard the sound of the lorry's engine starting up, then got a blast of
fumes as Billy pulled back into the stream of traffic on the road.
Aware of his condition, Adam somehow fought to stand up and managed to
stagger to the shelter of the trees at the roadside, his ruck-sack in
hand. The shade of the trees was cool in the hot midday June sun. Adam
collapsed in a heap at the foot of a large oak, and at last his mind
gave up the ghost. He drifted off into unconsciousness...
Greg watched the birds flutter and flap as he approached, tractor
engine chugging away as he turned the soil in the big field. To his
left the A23 ran like a sleek black river, just visible through the
thick tangle of trees and bushes.
Several times as he ploughed back and forth he thought he saw
something white in the greenery, but just as quickly it was hidden by
the foliage again so he shrugged it off. But the closer he got to the
road, the more he was convinced there was something... or someone...
in the bushes.
"Probably that tramp," he muttered. "Dirty old bugger!"
As he passed, he stopped the tractor, put the gears into neutral
and climbed down. The bushes were thick, but he was certain there was
someone there. He could definitely see something white, some clothing,
but whoever was wearing it seemed to be lying down. It must be the
tramp.
"Come outta there," he called from a safe distance. "I know you're
hiding."
No reply. "Come on, I ain't got all day to mess around with the
likes of you," he yelled, glancing at his watch. It was late after-
noon, and already the sun had begun to dip down in the deep cloudless
blue of the western sky. When no response came Greg gingerly edged
forward, picking up a length of branch which had broken off and using
it to part the bushes. The contrast between the bright sunlight and
the dim shade made it hard for Greg to see, but he could just make out
a vague figure lying face down on the ground. The guy wasn't moving,
and, judging from the whiteness of the T-shirt, it certainly wasn't
Old Alf, the tramp.
"Hello?" Greg asked, not really expecting a reply. "Are you al-
right?"
Still no answer. Casting caution to the wind, Greg stepped for-
ward, pushing the bushes aside with his body, and clambered into the
shadows. The figure was a young guy, tall and blonde, and from the way
he was lying Greg could just see his handsome face. There was blood on
his mouth and chin, and angry red bruises on his cheek and forehead.
The guy had obviously been beaten up.
Greg knelt down beside the prone body, and as he did he noticed
for the first time that the boy's jeans were open. With a flush of ex-
citement (which made him feel slightly guilty because of the state of
the guy) he saw that the denim was loose and baggy across the boy's
behind which was only covered by a skimpy pair of white briefs empha-
sising the upper half of his firm round buttocks. Greg tried not to
think about that.
Gently he turned the boy over onto his back, once again glancing
down towards the lower half of his torso. The boy's fly gaped wide,
and as he peered Greg could just make out the thick tufts of wiry pu-
bic hair inside. Feeling like a voyeur, and embarrassed in case the
boy woke up, Greg quickly zipped up the young man's fly and lifted him
into a sitting position, supported against Greg's body.
The boy's eyes opened, startlingly blue and clear. "Where am I?"
he asked. "Who are you?"
"I found you here in the bushes," Greg said, genuinely concerned.
"Did someone beat you up?"
Suddenly it came back to Adam: the lift with the lorry driver, the
assault, the feeling of helplessness and fear. He made an attempt to
stand up and almost collapsed. "I've got to go," he said, tasting
blood in his mouth. "I've got to find somewhere to clean up."
"You're in no fit state to go anywhere on your own like that,"
Greg said, catching him as he swayed. "I know a place where you can
rest and wash up. It ain't much, but it's quiet and you can stay until
you feel better."
Greg helped the boy towards the tractor in the field, its engine
still ticking over noisily. "My name's Greg by the way, what's yours?"
"My name's Adam."
Twenty minutes later Greg stopped the tractor outside a large ram-
bling wooden building. It looked like an over-sized shed, and Adam
knew instinctively that it certainly wasn't used on a daily basis, the
slightly run-down appearance and missing boards told him that much.
"What is this place?" he asked as Greg helped him down.
"It used to be where the farmer stored the grain and animal feed
over winter," Greg muttered, pushing open a creaky wooden door. "But
now he's got a new one nearer the farm-house, so it don't get used at
all now. But it's dry, and there's water from a stand-pipe, so I
reckon it'd do for you to rest up a bit until you feel like moving
on." They stepped through the door into a small 'hut' built onto the
side of the huge building. Surprisingly, it wasn't as dirty or de-
crepit as Adam expected. There was a stand-pipe in one corner with an
empty aluminium bucket beneath it, several cupboards which reminded
Adam of a garden shed, a few big brown jackets hanging up which, pre-
sumably, the workers wore, and in the far corner Adam noticed a small
fold-away bed.
"Sit down on the bed," Greg said, nodding towards the corner.
Adam shook his head. "Not until I've cleaned up a bit." He re-
garded Greg shrewdly. "Did you fasten my jeans?"
Greg blushed slightly. "Er.. yes."
Adam lowered his eyes. "Thanks," he said, lamely. There was a mo-
ment of mutual embarrassment as they regarded each other carefully,
Adam wondering just how much Greg had seen and Greg wondering how much
Adam had suffered.
After a moment Greg looked out through the dirty windows of the
hut at the lowering sun. "I have to get back with the tractor," he
said. "Stay here for a while. I'll come back later with some food and
we can talk. There's a couple of clean cloths you can use as towels if
you want to wash."
"Okay," Adam said, as Greg disappeared out of the door.
Outside, Greg was just about to climb up onto the tractor when he
realised he hadn't mentioned the oil lamp to Adam. It might well be
after sunset when he returned, and he didn't want to leave the guy
sitting in the dark when there was adequate lighting.
Turning back, he threw open the door of the hut and took a step
inside. Adam was just stepping out of his jeans, the white cotton of
his briefs stretched tight across his perfect buttocks. He looked
round as Greg re-entered, but he made no attempt to cover himself.
"I just wanted to say that there's an oil lamp and some matches in
that first cupboard there," he said, pointing. "It might be dark when
I get back."
"Right," Adam smiled. "Thanks."
Greg closed the door, pausing for just a moment then peeking
through the murky glass of the hut's small window. As he watched, Adam
slipped his briefs down his muscular legs, exposing his behind in all
its magnificent glory. Greg's heart thumped in his chest, and between
his legs he felt the familiar twitching of his cock. Rubbing his
crotch gently, Greg clambered back up on the tractor and drove off.
He returned at eight-thirty that night. The sun was just dipping
over the far horizon, turning the sky a deep purple red. As he walked
he thought about the sight of Adam, half-naked through the hut's win-
dow. If he was lucky....
As he opened the door Adam was seated on the fold-away bed, legs
crossed at the ankles as he leaned back against the wall. Out of the
corner of his eye Greg noticed a pair of briefs, still wet, hanging on
one of the coat-hooks.
"Hi," he said, handing Adam a plastic container. "I brought you
some food."
Adam took it gratefully, wolfing down the sandwiches and apples
the container held. As Adam ate they chatted, or at least Greg chatted
and Adam listened. It seemed to Adam that Greg knew just what he'd
been through, almost as if there was some kind of telepathic link be-
tween them. As though Greg had been waiting for a long time for some-
one like Adam.
"You know," Adam said, finishing off his apple. " I wasn't just
beaten up."
Greg looked down at the floor. "I'd assumed more than that hap-
pened because of the way your jeans were unfastened."
Adam started to talk, and this time it was Greg who stayed silent.
Adam told him everything, from the early days in hospital, about Stan,
and about the assault. Greg looked at him with soft brown eyes, his
innocent young face filled with sympathy, and Adam knew they were kin-
dred spirits.
"I used to have a friend like Stan," Greg said, brushing his long
curly dark hair back from his forehead. "But he moved overseas, Ger-
many I think."
"Stan was good to me," Adam murmured, absent-mindedly stroking his
own leg. "So gentle."
"You know, it doesn't have to hurt," Greg said, smiling tenderly.
"It can be quite exciting."
Adam gazed into his eyes. "Show me."
Greg stood up and with one swift fluid movement raised his sweat-
shirt up over his head and off. In the rapidly fading light, Adam saw
that Greg's body was as smooth and hairless as his own, his large pink
nipples standing out erect from his unblemished chest. Quickly, Greg
kicked off his sneakers and peeled the zip of his jeans down, hesitat-
ing for just a moment before pushing his baggy pale blue jeans down
around his ankles to reveal a small pair of light blue pants whose
pouch strained to contain his throbbing manhood and Adam smelt the
musky man-smell he had savoured so much from Stan. He peeled them
slowly down, stepped out of them, and stood before Adam naked. His
large semi erect cock standing out from his crotch obscenely. Naked,
he looked younger than his years.
Adam began to undress, removing his T-shirt as Greg stepped for-
ward and put his hands on Adam's thighs. The denim of Adam's jeans
stretched tight across his powerful legs, and Greg moved his hands
slowly upwards, to his crotch, as he felt for the zipper and eased it
down, releasing Adam's already swelling penis. He pulled at Adam's
jeans, drawing them down his legs and off over his bare feet. Then,
casting them to one side, Greg dropped to his knees in front of where
Adam sat on the camp bed and lowered his lips to Adam's stomach. Greg
kissed the soft, ticklish flesh of his underbelly, then, surprising
Adam, he brought his mouth upwards towards Adam's chest, his warm wet
tongue eager to search out Adam's nipples, finding them, licking and
teasing them.
Adam stroked Greg's hair, raising the boy's head up so their faces
were level enough to kiss. Adam pulled Greg to him, pressing his mouth
against Greg's soft full lips. Their tongues danced together wildly,
saliva mingling, and as they kissed Adam ran his hand down Greg's
chest and belly and into his groin. He grasped his cock, pulling on
the thick hard shaft as he pressed his lips harder against Greg's.
Encouraging Greg to stand up, Adam ran his tongue down the length
of Greg's young body, down into the thick forest of curls between his
legs, licking at the long warm shaft of Greg's prick, tasting the
juices that oozed wetly at the tip. He parted his lips and took the
whole of Greg's erection in his mouth, stroking its underside with his
tongue, smelling the muskiness of the boy's crotch.
Greg placed his hands against Adam's head and, easing his hips
back and forth, began to slide his dick in and out of Adam's mouth,
fucking his face eagerly. Adam relished the taste of the hot hard
cock, the faint aroma of urine, the saltiness of pre-cum. He had
learned from his experiences with Stan that he had only one preference
sexually; the warm body of another male next to his.
Drawing his prick out of Adam's mouth, Greg eased him back onto
the bed, and kneeling between his legs, lowered his face to Adam's
crotch. He licked at Adam's dick, wetting the thick hard shaft, paying
particular attention to the silky cock-head. Saliva ran down the shaft
into Adam's pubic bush.
Straddling Adam, Greg held Adam's dick vertical so that the head
was nuzzled against the lips of his anus, and, closing his eyes, he
gently lowered his body, impaling himself on Adam's massive organ. He
felt the swollen head penetrate him, then a little of the thick shaft,
then more. The feeling of being filled, like wanting to go to the
bathroom yet somehow excitingly different, overcame him. He was full
of Adam's cock... they were united.
He began to ride him like a horse, up and down, harder and harder,
his bare buttocks crashing against Adam's hips as he bounced around.
Adam groaned out loud, gasping with unknown pleasure at the sensation
of Greg's tight arsehole around his tool. Greg's dick swung around
crazily as they fucked, and Adam grabbed it, pulling the shaft hard
which was wet with pre-cum, wanking it as Greg blindly rose up and
down on his cock.
They came at almost the same second, Greg's dick spewing a thick
jet of warm spunk onto Adam's belly as Adam's cock erupted inside
Greg's anus, each of them wild with passion, dicks spurting, cum pump-
ing out endlessly. When their orgasms faded, Greg climbed off Adam,
and sank next to him on the camp bed. They kissed, then slept awhile.
They made love again later, by the glow of the oil lamp, two naked
young lovers unashamed of their sexuality. At a little before mid-
night, Greg got up and pulled on his clothes, Adam watching sadly.
"Do you have to go?" he asked. "Can't you stay all night?"
Greg smiled and stuck his head into his sweatshirt. "I told you, I
live with my parents. They'd be worried if I didn't go home."
"Will I see you tomorrow?"
Greg shrugged. "I can only come round after work, say about seven
o'clock."
Adam shook his head. "I have to get to Newcastle," he said. "I'm
gonna have to make an early start, so I'll most likely be gone when
you finish work."
Greg leaned forward and kissed him. "Then I'll say 'bye now. Take
care." Adam watched him slip out of the door, pausing a second to
glance back just for a moment. Then he was gone.
Adam spent the night sleeping fitfully, dreaming bad dreams about
rape and pain and violence. When the morning came he dressed quickly
and left, making his way through the fields quickly until at last he
reached the A23.
It wasn't long before a car stopped, a large blue Granada which
screeched to a halt a little along the road from him. At first he
wasn't sure he was being picked up, but when the passenger door flew
open he knew he'd struck lucky. He ran down the hard shoulder and
leaped into the plush interior.
The driver was about 45, but youngish looking with silver-grey
hair and a warm smile, and suddenly Adam knew he was going to enjoy
this lift...
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