Adventures of Adam Goldberg part 2
Usual disclaimers apply. I don't own these characters. This is pure fiction. I welcome your comments. chubbyboyinbama@yahoo.com
It was November 5, 1980-something. It had been weeks since Barry had walked in on Adam beating off in Barry's bed. Adam kept playing the scene over and over in his head. Barry teasing him. Barry telling Adam that he had a big dick. Then Barry taking his cock out and the two boys stroking together and cumming on one another. Each time Adam thought about it. Thought about Barry's hard seven inches, it never took long for Adam to stroke a load out of his own dick.
Adam also had a new found confidence upon learning that his own dick was above average. Barry had said that he had measured his own dick to be seven inches and that Adam's was about two inches bigger. Adam had never thought to measure it, so he sneaked one of his mom's measuring tapes from her sweater sewing room and locked himself in the bathroom to see how he measured up. If he held the zero end on top of his dick against his thing blond pubic hair and pulled the tape down to the tip of his erection, the part that touched the tip of his dick was a quarter the way between the nine and the ten. Nine and a quarter inches? Was that big?
And what about soft? How did he measure up there. This measurement had to wait because once he got hard there was really only one way to get soft. And every time he tried to measure it soft he ended up getting hard again. But finally he got a measurement and found that he was just past the six on the tape when his dick was totally soft and hanging down straight at the floor. But still, he didn't know if that was big or not. What if Barry's seven inches was just really really small and Barry was making stuff up to make himself feel better about his own size. It sounded like something Barry would do.
Adam had wondered where he might be able to get a look at some other guy's junk. Just for comparison purposes he told himself. He tried at school. In gym class, where he normally dressed and undressed so quickly that no one could possibly see, and even then only down to his tighty whities, instead he slowly undressed, and pulled his underwear off to change into his gym clothes. He stood there naked and pretended to examine something in his locker, all while carefully checking his peripheral vision to see if anyone was looking. And they were. But while he was pretty sure he saw Dave Kim, the other Adam Goldberg, and a weird kid named Steve all pretending not to look. They weren't laughing and pointing at Adam's dick, which was a good sign. But Adam realized that this still didn't give him any point of reference. He was naked. They were not. Adam dressed and had to think of something else.
Then he had a good and terrifying idea. The YMCA. He and his friends had gone to the Y before to use the pool when the community pool was too crowded during the hottest days of summer. An indoor pool wasn't as good as an outdoor pool because the room always stank of chlorine and a little mildew, but it was better than roasting on the sidewalk. But he and his friends had always avoided the locker room at the Y. The Y had a reputation for being where guys just out of prison went to stay before they could get back on their feet. Or drifters, or guys from out of town. There was always a vague, unspoken menace to the locker room. But Adam thought here guys would probably be less modest.
Still slightly terrified, Adam rode his bike across town to the Y and paid a quarter for a towel and a locker key to the uninterested pimply-faced guy at the counter and then he was free to do as he wished. Adam went to the locker room which was sparse. His locker was in the middle of the room, but as he undressed, slowly, it seemed like no one really noticed. This wasn't going to work. Then he noticed a guy give him a quick glance before walking through a glass door. When the door opened, steam bellowed out like smoke. A steam room. This was the perfect place to maybe see how he compared to the other guys. And it was a lot less conspicuous than standing naked in the locker room. Adam stuffed his gym clothes back into his bag, stuffed the bag into the locker, wrapped his towel around his waist and walked nervously into the steam room.
The room was so steamy that you couldn't see in front of you. Even if you could, Adam's glasses fogged up immediately, leaving him more or less completely blind. There were benches of tile on either side that went up the wall like steps on either side of the room. But Adam couldn't see this. He stumbled ahead and tripped over a guys feet. From the mist, a hand quickly grabbed Adam's by the arm, breaking his fall. Adam was shocked by the trip and the quick save, and yelped, "Oh balls!" The disembodied hand that had caught (and was still wrapped around) Adam's bicep eased him toward the bench and a voice said, "No kid, that was just my foot" in a jovial tone. The voice was low. Adam, now guided to the bench, sat down next to the man. He could see the vague outline of a body, toned, fit, tall, with a towel wrapped around the waste.
"Thanks Mister." Adam said. His voiced cracked a little like it often did when he was nervous.
"First time at the Y?" said the voice. Adam figured he was in his 30's or 40's. Probably not as old as his own dad. But definitely a full grown adult. Adam was a little intimidated, but also intrigued. If this was the same guy that had made eye contact with him in the locker room, the man was probably six feet tall and handsome. Adam listened but didn't hear any indication that anyone else was in the room. But he couldn't be sure.
"Uh. Yeah." was all Adam could think to say.
"Well, welcome kid!" said the man. Adam still couldn't see his face. But he could see as the man opened up his own towel and spread it apart, exposing his cock and balls. The fog was so thick that Adam could barely make it out, but the man was hard. Adam didn't want to look too intently, and with his foggy glasses the view was poor, but he figured the man was maybe the same size as Barry's. Adam was relieved to think that maybe Barry was right about Adam being big. But then again, maybe Barry and this guy were both small. As Adam pondered, he felt a hand touch his knee.
Adam froze. He didn't know what to do. Adam didn't know what was going on, and at the same time, he knew exactly what was going on. He also felt a familiar tingle as his own dick began to stiffen under his towel. When Adam didn't react or speak, the man took this as an invitation. He quickly slid his hand up Adam's leg, under the towel, and gently grasped Adam's cock and balls. Adam was already semi-erect. In a near whisper, Adam heard the man say, "Oh fuck! Big Boy!" This excited Adam and answered his questions. It must be true. He must be above average. While he was sweeping with pride, his cock was quickly swelling as the stranger gently pulled it.
In less than a minute, Adam was fully erect, with his thick nine inches straining against the towel. The man quickly opened Adam's towel and shifted in his position to more easily stroke Adam's cock. Adam instinctively spread his legs to allow easier access. He couldn't believe this guy was touching him, but it felt so good he couldn't think about stopping. Though the fog was too dense to see, Adam was a vision. His smooth, slightly toned body glistened with sweat and condensation. His massive nine inch cock stood straight up from his full nuts and the gentle puff of pubes at the base of his cock. His face was reflexively spread in a wide grin.
"Oh wow, Mister. That feels amazing!" Adam managed in another near whisper.
"Oh yeah kid? What about this?"
Before Adam could inquire what, he felt his cock enveloped in a white hot wetness. In one motion, the stranger had taken Adam's cock in his mouth and down his throat. The man's mustache (which Adam only now realized he had) bristled the skin at the base of Adam's cock. The man gently rubbed Adam's balls as he slowly moved his head up and down his thick shaft.
Adam's eyes crossed and he braced himself against the tile wall behind him. His head snapped back to lay against the base of the step behind him. All he could do was moan as the man gave him his first ever blow job. There were a lot of things to think about. The riskiness of doing this in a steam room at the Y. The riskiness of doing things with a stranger. The implications this had on Adam's burgeoning sexuality. But right now, Adam's head was empty. All blood flowed through his cock. No thought. Just pleasure. The man was enthusiastic and clearly had experience. Adam would later learn that a lot of boys weren't good at giving head and that most girls either didn't want to do it, or were equally bad at it. This guy was good.
Adam couldn't have said how long it took. Time had ceased to exist in his brain. There was only pleasure. All that came before and after was pleasure. But ultimately he felt a familiar sensation at the base of his cock and knew that he was nearing climax. Adam's first thought since the strangers mouth had touched him was that he should warn the man that he was about to cum. But while Adam's brain told his mouth to speak, it would not obey. Instead, Adam groaned and contorted his hips slightly as his cock exploded in the strangers mouth. Adam was amazed that he could feel the strangers throat spasm as it swallowed around Adam's cock. The idea of someone else swallowing your jizz had never even occurred to Adam, and the sensation combined with the thought was almost enough to make him cum again. As his orgasm subsided, the head of his dick was super sensitive. Part of him wanted to push the man off of his sensitive dick, but again his brain wouldn't send the command to his hands. Instead, Adam writhed in agony and ecstasy until the man had sucked every last drop of semen from the tip of Adam's dick.
When finally the man lifted his head off of Adam's dick, Adam let out another lustful grunt at the overpowering sensation. The man leaned forward and Adam finally saw his face, ruggedly handsome, before the man gently kissed Adam on the mouth. Adam had never been kissed by a guy and his only thought beyond surprise was that the mustache tickled. The kiss was over as quickly as it began, but Adam tasted a bitter sweetness on his lips and instantly realized it was the taste of his own jizz. He didn't hate it.
Adam didn't know what to say and was starting to panic a little that he would say the wrong thing, but then the man quietly whispered, "Thanks, big guy." before gently stroking Adam's still hard dick once more and then quietly standing, fixing his towel around his waste, and disappearing into the steam and out the door.
Adam sat there, towel askew, cock still hard and pointing toward the sky, speechless. He had only seen one other cock, so he hadn't really gotten what he came here for. Or had he?