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Adventures of Adam Goldberg Part 1
It was September 8, 1980- something, and Adam had finally gotten the thing that all of his friends seemed to have gotten years ago and he secretly wanted more than anything. A growth spurt.
Over the summer, Adam had grown several inches taller. His voice had gotten a little lower. He had funny hair growing in weird places. He suddenly realized that that he had to shower every day now or his family couldn't stand to be near him. But the most interesting development was in what his smother would have called "the bathing suit area." First off. It was definitely bigger. Adam didn't know much about these things, but since he was always on the scrawny side, he has kind assumed that his "equipment" must be on the scrawny side too. He had actually never seen another one. While the thought had occurred to him to try to steal a glance in the locker room during gym class, he was always way to shy for that. But even if it was on the smaller side, it had definitely gotten larger over the summer. It was unusual for Adam because his body was changing so fast. So he found himself looking at it all the time. He would get his moms giant hand mirror and examine his cock and balls in the bath, or sitting on the toilet, or sprawled out on the giant pink rug in the bathroom floor.
And of course he was playing with it. A lot. Adam spent every night rubbing it and stroking it and rubbing his big nuts and twirling it in his fingers. It seemed like it was always hard. And the more he played with it, the better control he found at delaying the inevitable. He would feel that pressure build at the base of his cock and stop or slow down and the pressure would ease. And he would build it up again. Pretty soon the dribbles of sticky became gushes and he started a game to see if he could make it hit his own chin. He managed to do this three times in two days. A new best.
He usually kept his door locked because his mom loved to burst in unannounced but today he didn't worry about it. He had come home to the rarely empty house. Dad at work. Pops and mom out on some adventure, Erica and Barry now out of the house at college. So Adam decided to add another room to his collection. He had decided he had to beat off in every room of the House. He didn't know why. It just intrigued him.
Adam went into Barry's empty room and looked up at the poster of a sunny farah fawcet on the wall across from Barry's neatly made bed. Most of Barry's things were at his new college housing, but farah had remained at home because, in Barry's words, he didn't want other guys at school making eyes at her. Adam pulled down his jeans and undies and pulled up his shirt as he lay on top of the covers of Barry's bed. As he looked up at Farah, he slowly started working his boner. His growth spurt had replaced the peach fuzz with a gentle patch of curly blond pubes around the base of his cock. His balls, like his chest, were still relatively hairless. His pits and legs were covered in short blond hairs.
As Adam thought about the rerun of Charlie's Angels where they are handcuffed together trying to escape, all of his focus and energy were on the task (that is to say penis) at hand. He was so engrossed in stroking his boner that he didn't hear the sound of a car door outside or the front door open. He didn't even hear the bedroom door as it quietly opened. Adam's eyes were closed so he didn't see Barry walk in. Barry was shocked and wide eyed and was about to scream at Adam but instead he found he couldn't speak. He just stood there, his hand still on the door knob, watch as Adam stroked his cock.
A few seconds went by. An eternity for Barry. Then Adam opened his eyes and saw Barry and flipped out. "Oh balls!" Adam shouted as he pulled his shirt down, desperately to cover himself. He reflexively reached down to pull up his jeans but Barry, with an angry look on his face, grabbed the crumpled jeans between Adams ankles and held them, preventing Adam from pulling them up.
"What are you doing you little perv?! Why are you doing in my room?.....in front of FArah! And why does your dick look like that?!"
Adam began trying to explain and make an excuse, all while having turned beet red and trying and failing to cover his erection with his tight tshirt. But then, Adam quieted. "What do you mean `why does my dick look like that?' Look like what?"
Barry, realizing what he had said, suddenly let go of Adams jeans and sat down on the edge of the bed, turning away from Adam. "Nothing! I meant nothing. Get dressed and leave you perv."
Adam knew his brother to know that this was Barry's tone when he was hiding something. Adam was almost panicked by the idea that something must be wrong with his cock. Was it that small? Shaped funny? Oh balls, were they usually shaped different? Was he a freak? "Come on Barry, I'm sorry I was in your room, but you got to tell me if something is wrong with me." Adam stammered and almost begged as he finished fastening his belt and sat up never to Barry.
As Adam spoke, he put his hand on Barry's shoulder. Barry recoiled without looking at Adam. "Don't touch me with your dirty beat off hands gross!" Barry shouted. "Come on Barry, tell me. What's wrong with me."
Barry turned his head toward Adam but avoided eye contact. This was Barry's move when he was embarrassed and thought you couldn't tell. Finally Barry spoke quietly. "There's nothing WRONG with it. It's just big."
Adam didn't know what to say. Then finally, "it is? I always assumed I was little so it was little." Adam seemed pleased with himself if confused. Barry was incredulous "what do you mean? How could you not know it was big?"
Adam honestly responded, "well, I never saw one before. Except mine. So how would I know? But...what's wrong with big? Is that weird? Seems like it would be good. So what's the problem?"
Barry still averted eye contact. And mumbled. "Bivig mind k". "What did you say Barry?" "It's bigger than mine okay!?" Barry blurted. Adam didn't know what to say. He was shocked. Not only to learn that his was large, but to learn that he was bigger than Barry. But to have Barry admit that. That was a shock.
"Show me." Adam heard himself say. Barry looked him in the eye finally. "What?" Adam heard himself say it again. "Show me." He couldn't believe he said it. "I'm not gonna show you my dick you little perv." Barry said with a smarmy tone.
Adam, switching in the big brother little brother fight mode they had perfected over the years knee just the thing to say to trick Barry into doing what Adam wanted. "Oh, ok. I didn't realize it was so small you were afraid to show it." Barry took the bait. "I never said it was small! I said yours was bigger. Laney says it's the biggest one she ever saw!"
"Then prove it!" Adam taunted. Barry stood up and started unfastening the belt on his jeans. "You want to see it you little perv?! I'll show you." Barry pulled down his jeans and white jockey shorts to expose himself. Adam looked at Barry's crotch with his mouth slightly open. Barry's cock was soft, but easily five inches, resting on his big nut sac. Barry's pubes were thick, black, and bushy. Adam caught a whiff of a gentle musky smell that for some reason, he liked.
"See, it's not small at all." Barry said, wagging his soft dick at Adam.
"No" Adam said. "But it's soft. So how can you really tell.?"
Barry seems angrier. "You want to see it hard you perv? I'll show you hard!" And with that Barry began roughly tugging his cock. As it quickly began to harden, Adam couldn't look away. "Takes your out again!" Barry spat at Adam.
"Huh?" Adam said meekly.
"Take out your cock. We are gonna compare them." Barry said, his cock now hard .
Adam stood in front of Barry and pulled his jeans back down to his knees. Adam was still hard an a spot of precum ran in a spider web style string from the tip of his cock until it broke and disappeared into the fabric of his undies. Adam was too excited and afraid to speak, but he stood up straight . The tips of their cocks almost touching.
Barry grabbed adam's bare hip and pulled him closer. Adam yelped in surprise as Barry placed his own cock never to adams and held them together. "See! I'm not small. I've measure mine and it's 7 inches. And see!?...you're only a couple inches longer. So that doesn't make mine small!
The anger in Barry's voice wasn't completely gone. But with it was that self satisfied smugness Barry had when he felt he'd been proven right. Adam spoke low. Too excited to speak loudly, "no Barry. It's definitely not small. It's really nice. Also, yours looks thicker than mine."
Barry smiled at that. But still sound angry. "Yeah. For sure I'm thicker. And I know I can nut faster than you. Can you even nut?" Adam didn't exactly understand how being able to cum faster was a good thing, but he didn't want to upset Barry. Instead he quietly whispered, "yeah, I can nut."
Barry started furiously stroking his cock, "oh yeah, I'm gonna blow first, you can't beat me!" Instinctively, Adam also began quickly stroking his cock. It wouldn't take much as he had been near cumming since Barry had entered the room, but he knew he should let Barry win.
Within a minute, Barry's breathe quickened and his face contorted into a grimace as he groaned loudly. Adam gasped as Barry shot four thick ropes of jizz into adams chest, hitting both his bare belly and his t shirt. Knowing that he was now ok to do so, Adam stopped holding back and exploded, with multiple thick shot of jizz splashing onto Barry's shirt. When they were both finally spent, Barry laughed as he wiped his hand on Adam's already soiled shirt. "Big Tasty beats Lil' Shmoo once again!"