Adventures of Adam Goldberg part 3
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It had been two weeks since Adam Goldberg had made his first trip to the YMCA steam room and discovered how good it felt to have a mouth on his cock. Since then, the young horny blond had gone almost every day after school to the Y and every time he went, he had no trouble finding someone that wanted to suck him off. Adam was a good looking guy. He was slim and getting taller, blond curly hair, a slightly defined chest, back and arms. And the nine inches of cock he was swinging certainly drew the right kind of attention. The steam room as usually too foggy to see who was sucking him or gently stroking his cock. There was at least one old man whose grey hair reminded him of his Pops. But Adam didn't really care what the guys looked like. A disembodied mouth or hand was more than enough to get him off.
But today it was raining and too wet outside to bike to the YMCA. The house was empty and while Adam was horny, he resisted the urge to just lay around jerking off all day. After discovering how other guys could make him cum, his own hand didn't do it for him like it used to. Adam was looking out the window at the rain when he saw Barry's car pull into the drive. Barry lived not too far away at college, but he was home almost daily for mom's cooking and mom's laundry, and mom's general babying him. Today was no exception. Seeing Barry made Adam's cock tingle. He remembered back to their encounter a few weeks earlier where Barry had held their cocks together to compare their size and how they had beat off together. Adam could almost feel Barry's warm cum still on his chest. In a moment, Adam had an idea.
Adam ran into Barry's room and quickly stripped of his clothes. He lay on Barry's bed in the same position he had been weeks earlier, stroking his fat dick (already hard) while looking up at the poster of Farah Fawcett on the wall above Barry's bed. He didn't know if Barry would want to do what they had done last time, didn't know if Barry had the same kinds of sexual urges as he did, but he knew that Barry could be easily manipulated into most things.
Barry took a little longer than Adam would have thought to get upstairs (probably stopping in the kitchen for a snack). But finally, Adam heard Barry lumbering up the stairs. Barry opened the door and "caught" Adam stroking in an almost identical copy of the scene from weeks earlier. Only this time, rather than rush to cover himself, Adam merely paused in his stroking and faked surprise at being interrupted.
"What the hell are you doing in my room, perv?" Barry shouted.
Adam, emboldened by his new experiences at the Y said slyly, "you know what I'm doing" as he waggled his hard dick at Barry with a smile.
Barry looked confused, "Well why don't you do that in your own room, in your own bed!". Barry held up his hand as if to pretend to be blocking his view of Adam's nakedness. But in reality, Barry couldn't look away.
"There is no Farah in my room," Adam said as he slowly began stroking himself again.
"Don't keep doing it! Gross!" Barry said.
Adam kept smiling and stroking as he looked up at Farah. "Come on Barry, you do it too....you were probably about to do it right now....I think that's why you come home from college so much."
Barry blushed a little at the truth behind what Adam was saying. But this seemed to make him angrier. "Well....maybe....but now I can't cause you ruined. You ruined Farah for me!"
Adam continued to look up at Farah as he slowly stroked. "Come on," Adam said as he slid over toward the opposite edge of the bed. "Nothing is ruined. Just do it with me. Plenty of room for us both. Plenty of Farah to go around."
Barry seemed skeptical but he also started to say something and then stopped. "Thats....."
Adam didn't look away from Farah, but he could sense the gears turning in Barry's head. Finally, he heard Barry's belt unfastening and he knew he had him.
"Fine, but don't watch me! It's weird!"
Adam didn't speak and didn't look at Barry as Barry dropped his pants and undies and lay on the bed next to him. Adam just smiled. He could see Barry's fully erect seven inches as Barry began to silently stroke his own cock. Adam didn't look up, but he could tell that Barry wasn't looking at Farah, but at Adam's cock.
A minute or so went by and Adam felt an uncontrollable urge. In a move he had been the recipient of so many time at the YMCA steam room, Adam casually reached over and grabbed the tip of Barry's dick and began to gently tug. Barry didn't speak at first. Then after a few seconds, a whispery "what....what are you doing?" from Barry.
"Shut up" Adam whispered. "It's no big deal. Just look at Farah."
Barry again started to say something and stopped short. "But..." but then the sentence trailed off into a lustful shudder. When Barry let his own hand fall away from his cock, Adam knew he was now in total control. Adam sat up to get better leverage and sat next to his big brother stroking his fat cock up and down. Adam finally looked at Barry's face and was almost relieved to see Barry's eyes were shut tight. Hi face contorted in pleasure as Adam increased the speed. When Adam took his other hand and used it to gently manipulate Barry's hairy balls, Barry once again shifted around, moaning. Barry was such a horn dog that he was never too far from cumming. So after maybe two minutes of stroking, Barry began to move around a little, signaling that he was ready to cum.
Adam quickened his pace and within seconds, Barry groaned as his cock exploded in Adam's hand. It splattered on Barry's tummy and chest and one shot even hit him on the chin. Adam kept stroking, but Barry grabbed Adam's hand to stop him, the sensation being too great having just cum. Adam, deciding that he had come this far and might as well take his shot, took Barry's hand and moved it to his own hard dick. Adam expected Barry to argue or flip out, but instead, Barry began gently tugging as soon as his hand touched Adam's dick.
Adam closed his eyes now, and lay back down next to Barry while Barry gently stroked him. After a few moments, Adam opened his eyes to see that Barry now had his eyes wide open. Barry was staring directly into Adam's eyes as he slid his hand up and down Adam's massive meat. Adam noticed the cum still on Barry's chin. Barry's look was intense. Almost uncomfortable. But Adam didn't look away. If anything, the stare made it better. Barry rolled onto his side and switched hands. This gave Barry better leverage. This also allowed Barry's now softening cock to flop onto Adam's bare thigh. Adam felt Barry's sticky cum on his skin. Barry never broke eye contact.
Barry almost looked angry as he aggressively pumped Adam's cock up and down. It was a little more pressure than Adam was used to. Almost painful. But Adam soon felt that familiar pressure mount. Adam made a light squeaky pant as his jizz began to squirt. Adam couldn't tell for sure, but he thought that Barry had aimed it at his own chest. Whether intentional or not, two shots of Adam's cum hit Barry's chest before slowing to a dribble.
Adam recovered and didn't know what to say. Just at that moment, Barry broke eye contact and said, "I got to get back to campus." Barry stood quickly and grabbed Adam's t-shirt to quickly wipe away both boys Jizz from his chest and his own from his mouth. Barry quickly dressed as Adam lay there, not knowing if it was going to be weird now. Adam always felt awkward in any situation. Barry finished dressing and walked out the door. Adam was almost panicked by this response when Barry stuck his head back in the door and said, "See you tomorrow you little perv." before smiling and closing the door behind him.