Adventures of Adam Goldberg Part 5
Usual disclaimers apply. I don't own these characters. This is pure fiction. I welcome your comments. chubbyboyinbama@yahoo.com
Adam and Barry's new routine was his favorite so far. Barry still found an excuse to come home from college every couple of days. Only instead of furiously beating each other off during a staring contest, Adam would lay on his belly on the bed and Barry would climb on top of him. A quick smear of petroleum jelly on Adam's hole and Barry would push his dick into Adam's hole. From future experience, Adam would later realize that Barry wasn't very good at fucking. Or at least, he wasn't experienced enough to know what he was doing. Not that Adam did really. Barry was rough and always in a hurry. Barry could usually fuck about a minute before he spit and sputtered as his cum shot into Adam. Barry would then climb off of Adam and give him a hand job before going downstairs for a sandwich.
The reality that Adam couldn't have admitted at the time, was that he loved it. He loved Barry's ham-fisted way of fucking. He loved feeling his older brother on top of him. He loved feeling powerless to escape. He loved the pressure and even the now only slight pain when Barry first penetrated him each time. He liked how his own dick would be pressed down against the sheets in a humping motion with each thrust of Barry's hips. And he liked that he and Barry never talked about it. They just did it.
But then Barry got a new girlfriend and he started coming around less and less. While their smother had an existential crisis about how her little boy didn't need his mother anymore, Adam only missed the fucking. After nearly two weeks with no action, Adam had decided to go back to the local YMCA steam room. He knew that he would get plenty of action there. He even wondered if the YMCA might present him with the opportunity to do to some stranger what Barry seemed to enjoy doing to him.
The next day, Adam repeated what he had done dozens of times before. A quarter for a towel and a locker key at the Y and he was now seated in the steam room. Adam had picked up a couple of tricks for getting the right kind of attention in the steam room. First, Adam would not wrap his towel around his waist. Instead, he would strip naked and throw his towel over his shoulder before slowly sauntering to the steam room. This allowed for anyone who might be in the locker room to catch a glimpse of Adam's frankly enormous cock. With any luck, they would follow him in.
But today, the locker room itself was empty as Adam walked in. So instead, he went to the steam room and walked slowly into the fog of steam. As usually, the room was overly steamed and one could barely see a foot in front. Adam had memorized the lay out and headed to the series of benches (set up like a tiny tile amphitheater in the back of the room). Adam could see the vague outline of a man seated on the lowest bench. Adam couldn't make out much about the figure, except that he was likely tall and slim. He could have been young or old, Adam couldn't tell. It didn't really matter. To the horny Adam, a mouth was a mouth.
Adam climbed up to sit on the second row of benches, the one level up from, and only about a foot from the seated figure. Adam lay his towel down and sat on it, spreading his legs wide so that his soft, hung, cock lay casually over his balls and touched the towel he was sitting on. One of the tricks when you had a big dick was to let everyone see it. Second, he spread his knees wide, so that his left knee was mere inches from the seated figure. This was another trick of the trade. If the guy is interested, you have made an introduction by both exposing your cock and placing your leg near him. Maybe you even brush against him. If he rebuffs you, no problem. You are just a guy sitting in the steam and didn't see him there. But if he reciprocates your attention, you know he is looking for what you are looking for.
Adam had also learned to leave his glasses in his locker when he was in the steam room. They were useless in the steam anyway. But it also meant that the reduce visibility was even worse for Adam. As he sat in the steam, he squinted in the steam, he couldn't make out much more than the hazy slim figure. Except that now he saw the figure wasn't just slim. He was skinny. Almost boney. He saw a little bit of motion, but he couldn't tell if this was anything overt, or if it was just the man shifting where he sat or scratching an itch. Adam needed his itch scratched.
Adam managed not to flinch when he felt a boney, long-fingered hand touch his left calf. It was a gentle movement, but definitely a caress. Definitely intentional. "Got him," Adam thought. As the figure shifted to turn toward Adam, the hand ventured first to Adam's thigh before he felt a disembodied hand (the rest of the man still obscured by the thick steam) gently fondle Adam's ample cock and balls. Adam shuddered slightly at the sensation. His cock instantly began to harden.
The figure then shifted again, raising from a seated position to one on his knees on the lower bench. Adam was silent as he saw the blurry outline of a head come toward his lap before going down on his cock. Adam felt a familiar hot wetness surround his cock and lay his head back as he let the stranger do his work. Adam loved the way it felt when some stranger sucked his cock. He couldn't imagine anything better. The figure, who Adam still couldn't really see beyond a vague outline, was an expert at this. Adam had learned that not every guy was good at sucking cock. Many went too fast or did it to hard, or scraped him with their teeth. This guy knew just what to do. He had clearly been at it a while. After several minutes, Adam could start to feel himself get close, but just then, the man pulled away from him and began to move around again. Adam couldn't exactly tell what was going on and worried for a moment that perhaps the man had gotten bored and was going to look for his kicks elsewhere. But instead, Adam saw the outline of the man's ass, scrawny and boney, pushing back toward him. Adam only had time to say, "Okay" as the man placed a hand on each of Adam's knees and slowly began to lower himself into Adam's lap. The man was facing away from Adam, so Adam, instinctually grabbed his massive erection and pointed at what he was pretty sure was the right spot. He thought for a second that he needed some lube like Barry always used on him, but just as this thought popped in his head, the head of his dick popped into the stranger. He heard the man moan lowly, but rather than recoil or try to get away, the man pushed himself down onto Adam, taking about half of his nine inches at once.
Adam's eyes rolled back into his head. Never had he felt anything so intense. It wasn't at all like he had imagined having been on the receiving end with Barry. Also, unlike Adam who just lay there while Barry did his business, this guy was the one doing the work. He had taken control and wasn't so much getting fucked as he was the one fucking Adam's cock with his ass. After a few strokes up and down, the man pushed himself hard, sliding all the way down onto Adam's thickness. The smooth, sweaty boy writhed in pleasure as the slim man began to grind himself down into Adam's lap. It seemed like the man wanted to see if he could get Adam deeper into him. Eventually he began vigorously bouncing up and down in Adam's lap, allowing one or two inches of Adam to slide out before slamming back in. The guy's boney ass hurt a little, but any pain on Adam's part was far outweighed by the intense pleasure.
Minutes passed and Adam was so euphoric that he didn't realize until it was almost too late. Adam muttered, "I'm gonna nut" (a phrase Barry loved to say that Adam had picked up). But Adam said it too late and the first rope of jizz had already landed inside the stranger by the time he quickly hopped up and off of Adam's dick. The rest of Adam's ample load squirted on the guys ass. When Adam finally finished, he gasped to catch his breath as the stranger turned around. Adam smiled and the guy leaned toward him, possibly to kiss him? Adam closed his eyes and puckered up, anticipating a kiss only to hear a familiar voice inches from his face, "Adam?"
Adam's eyes shot open wide. The implication was clear. Whoever this guy was knew his name. Knew him by name! He had just fucked a guy for the first time, but instead of the safe anonymity of the steam room, he had fucked someone he knew! Adam squinted to focus before finally his brain made the connection.
"Dan?" Adam said, almost shouting. It was Dan from school. The tall, lanky nerd who always seemed to be wearing his marching band uniform and always seemed to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. Only this time, it seemed it was Adam who was in the wrong place at the wrong time. Adam tried to sit up straight and grab his towel to cover himself only to slip his hand on the wet tile and almost hit his head on the bench.
"Whoa, calm down, it's ok Adam." Dan said laughingly. Dan reach over and gently gave Adam's still hard cock a gentle squeeze as he said, "It's our little secret." Dan put his fingers to his lips as if to say, "shh", only this gesture was lost on Adam as he couldn't see it through the steam. Adam struggled to understand what had just happened and what it meant as Dan turned and disappeared into the steam.