Adventures of Adam Goldberg part 7
Usual disclaimers apply. I don't own these characters. This is pure fiction. I welcome your comments. chubbyboyinbama@yahoo.com
After his second encounter with Dan at the YMCA, any hesitation Adam had was replaced by pure teen lust. Adam once again went to the YMCA everyday after school. On days when Dan had band practice and couldn't make it, Adam would walk around naked in the locker room, steam room, or sauna. His big dick, usually at least semi-erect, swinging for anyone to see. As he had before, he would always find at least one guy (sometimes more than one) to hungrily suck his big dick and swallow his load.
But better still were the days when Dan didn't have practice. He would join Adam at the YMCA and they would find a quiet corner for Adam to fuck first Dan's mouth and then his ass, usually while one or more horny old men watched. Dan taught Adam a lot. Multiple positions. Dan liked it best when Adam say back and let Dan ride his cock cowgirl style while he looked Adam in the eye. Adam always had a look of wide-eyed surprise when his dick was up Dan's ass. As if he was both surprised and scandalized by the entire ordeal. Occasionally while Adam was plowing Dan's ass, some stranger would come up and either gently tug Dan's cock or stick their own cock in Dan's mouth. Adam was getting almost daily action at the Y. So between this and Barry spending less time at home, he didn't really even think about sex with Barry anymore. Or if he did, it was at the back of his mind.
But one rainy afternoon (when the weather was too bad to bike to the YMCA), Adam was in his room playing a video game when Barry barged into his room and shut the door behind him. Barry was fresh from the shower, his hair sopping (Barry was too impatient to ever properly dry his hair) and wrapped in an ugly, oversized maroon terry robe. Barry wasn't being loud, but the quickness of his actions made Adam suspect he was up to some big-brother trouble. Adam at up in his bed nervously, "What do you want Barry?"
Barry smiled his conspiratorial grin and said quietly, "I think you know what I want." It had been a while, but Adam knew. And part of him was eager to oblige. Another part of him felt a tinge of jealousy for all the time Barry had spent with his new lady friend instead of Adam. Adam thought maybe that was dumb of him, but he thought it anyway. Adam sat up and whispered, "Did you lock the door? Mom and Dad are downstairs." Barry quickly locked Adam's door and returned to his bedside, opening his robe and peeling it off like he was doing the dance of the seven veils. Barry's body was beefier than Adam's for sure. But as Barry got older, more and more of his baby fat had been replaced by beef or (in places) actual muscle. Barry was no Adonis, but he was a handsome boy. Adam thought so anyway. Barry's cock was hard and pointed straight out at Adam's face. Rather than take it directly in his mouth, Adam slid over and waived for Barry to sit on the bed. Barry sat, propping himself up on the husband-style pillow on Adam's bed. Adam scooted down, positioning his head between Barry's legs and began sucking Barry's cock.
Barry moaned quietly and occasionally grunted. Adam had done some practicing on Dan, and his oral skilled were much improved. After a short while, Adam feared from the tiny noises that Barry was making that he was getting close and pulled his head up off of Barry's cock. Barry looked down and began to say, "Don't stop now" in a whiney voice, only to be cut off mid sentence by the sensation of Adam's mouth on his balls. Adam gently but vigorously licked Barry's hairy sac. Occasionally, Adam would pull one of Barry's big nuts into his mouth and gently suck it before releasing and repeating the process on the other side. Barry's body was so soft and smooth and smelled of Mr. Bubble. Adam decided to try something else he had practiced with Dan. Adam moved his tongue down to Barry's hairy taint and licked. Barry moaned. Taking a chance, moved his tongue down to Barry's hairy butthole. Expecting a complaint or a protest, Adam heard only a deeper moan from Barry. As Adam began to eat Barry's ass, he absentmindedly stroked Barry's meat. Barry seemed to melt into the bed.
After several minutes of rimming, Adam decided to take another chance. Instinctively, Adam gently pushed his right index finger into Barry's hole. A moment went by, then two, then Adam felt a sharp pain on the side of his head as Barry simultaneously smacked his little brother in the side of the head and pulled himself upright in the bed. "What the hell are you doing you little perv!" Barry said a little too loudly for Adam's liking. Adam had a shocked look on his face and was rubbing the side of his head where his big brother had beaned him just like a thousand times before. "Whats the matter, I was just making you feel good like. Like I always do" Adam said in a shouted whisper.
Barry, looking equally confused thought for a moment before stammering his response: "yeah, but not that. Not that homo stuff!"
For a reason Adam couldn't exactly put into words in that moment, this rationale pissed him off. It was one thing if Barry just didn't like a finger up his ass. But drawing an arbitrary line about what was acceptable and what was "homo stuff" made Adam's blood boil. Over time, Adam would come to understand better why the idea bothered him so much.
"So it's okay for me to suck your wiener but a finger up your butt is `homo stuff'?"
"Yes!" Barry said indignant. Adam, still rubbing his head, stood and walked to his desk nearby, putting some distance between himself and Barry. "I think you should go." Adam said coldly.
Barry suddenly looked remorseful and spoke in whispers. "Come on Adam, don't be like that. The sucking was good. You can keep doing that!" Barry, as always, thought everything he did was a favor for someone else. He was so selfish. Adam stared at the wall. Half upset, half desperately wanting to feel Barry's load splash against the back of his throat before eagerly swallowing his bitter semen.
"I'm sorry about the pop....you just surprised me. You can stick a finger up a guys butt without permission....it's like...in the Magna Carta or something." Barry was such a moron sometimes. Almost hard to believe he would become a doctor one day. Adam was almost convinced but he also felt Barry needed to be taught a lesson. Finally Barry almost begged, "At least beat me off. You owe me that."
Adam didn't owe Barry anything, but he put on a stern face before turning to face Barry who was now standing next to the bed, clutching his robe in his hands, not knowing if he would be allowed to stay and get off or put on his robe and go away with blue balls. Adam looked Barry directly in the eye as he angrily grasped Barry's cock and began to roughly jerk him off. Adam probably thought this was a kind of punishment, but trust be told, this was how Barry beat himself off. Rough. Fast. As if it was a contest. Barry maintained eye contact at first, returning Adam's intense glare, but eventually Barry closed his eyes and panted as he began to cum. As Barry's cum stained the front of Adam's t-shirt and jeans, Adam plotted revenge.