This is the story of a young man, Adam Devlin, who has reached the crossroads of life. He is faced with a problem-a problem that has confronted many homophiles-to choose the road that society deems "normal" or to take the path of homosexuality and be branded as a pervert. For him, one choice is hypocritical, the other honest.
This novel is a shocking revelation of a dilemma that every gay has faced. Many people have said that today's society has learned to tolerate an individual's preference for sexual activity-laws have been passed, times have changed, mores and standards defined and redefined-and yet, such is the situation that many homophiles are still made to feel guilty about being honest about their desires and urges.
CHICKEN COMING OUT-an insight into a perplexing situation, a problem that society recognizes as having only two answers: conform or be condemned.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Cum was running down the cock-sucker's chin as he hastily seated himself on the toilet. The other guy was backing away, trying vainly to stuff his big cum-slimed prick back inside his jeans. The middle-aged guy on the John pretended he was taking a shit and tried to look bored, unaware of the glistening string of fresh jizz dangling from his chin.
Young Adam Devlin had walked into the public rest room on Venice Beach at the worst possible moment-just as the big stud was fucking his cum-load down the throat of the kneeling cock-sucker. Their abrupt uncoupling upon the boy's arrival had been a messy affair, resulting in blobs of milky jism on the floor, as well as the drool of cum presently decorating the cock-sucker's chin.
The startled youngster recoiled at the obscene sight and spun on his heel, stepping back outside quickly. He leaned against the concrete building and clasped his school books to his chest, staring wide-eyed but unseeing at the beach and the gray ocean, which merged with early morning low clouds and fog. The dismal pall lent an air of unreality to the bleak scene.
The boy's mind kept running instant replays of the big cum-spouting cock slithering from the cock-sucker's mouth.
"God!" Adam murmured. "They're really doing it!"
The slender high school sophomore was appalled at the realization that his cock was swelling in his jeans in reponse to his vivid mental images of the cock-sucking he had just witnessed ... the first wave of disgust he had felt was rapidly transforming into a titillating surge of forbidden excitement.
Suddenly, the big stud who had just had his cock sucked came out of the men's room.
"Go on in," he said casually as he passed by Adam on his way out. "He wants to suck you off, too."
"Huh?" Adam gulped, holding his books more tightly.
But the fellow hurried on, never looking back. Adam watched him in disbelief until he faded from sight in the gray fog that was descending to obscure all the buildings along Ocean Front Walk.
Adam began to tremble with anxiety, and he knew he was going to do it. He didn't know why, but it just seemed so incredibly naughty and so fucking exciting! The guys at school joked about cock-sucking all the time-but this was the real thing. Knowing there was a guy in there who actually wanted to suck his cock and swallow his cum had Adam in a frenzy of horny excitement, and his hard-on strained against his jeans. He took a deep breath, then stepped back inside the doorway.
The man sitting on the toilet had his pants down around his ankles and knees were spread widely apart. He was jacking his prick furiously, his big hairy balls bouncing lewdly. Never missing a stroke, he beckoned with his free hand and licked his lips in lurid anticipation.
Silently, Adam stepped forward, still holding his books against his chest. The man reached out and grasped his cock-bulge. Adam flinched nervously; he could feel his pulse pounding.
"Relax," the man whispered. "Everything's cool."
Then he stopped beating his cock-meat so he could use both hands to unfasten Adam's jeans and push them down to his knees. In the next instant, he yanked the boy's white cotton briefs down.
"Beautiful!" the man exclaimed as Adam's hard cock stood out near his face. "You've got a beautiful cock on you, kid!"
"Thank you," the boy murmured demurely, glancing around apprehensively toward the open doorway.
The guy began to fondle Adam's throbbing prick, leaning back to appreciate the delightful sight before him.
The blonde youth had a slender sinewy physique, and his smooth skin was virtually hairless except for a sparse tangle of golden hair at the base of his extraordinarily large cock. His pink, hairless balls seemed small dangling beneath such a colossal fucker.
"How'd a kid like you wind up with a horse-cock like this?" the man asked in amazement as he continued jacking Adam's prick.
"I don't know," Adam said, shrugging his shoulders and enjoying the man's hot hand on his prick. "I guess it's just been growing faster than the rest of me has."
"Well," the guy chuckled, "don't expect to catch up with it. This'd be a king-sized prick on any man." He squeezed Adam's cock affectionately. "Christ! What a cock! I love it!"
When the guy squeezed Adam's prick, a drop of clear pre-cum emerged from the piss-slit. He flicked his tongue out and lapped the fuck-fluid from the big pink cock-head.
"Uuuungh!" Adam grunted, tensing his muscles at the first contact of the tongue against his sensitive cock.
"You like to fuck girls?" the man asked, looking up while he laved the boy's flared cock-head with his wet tongue.
"Sure," Adam lied. "I fuck 'em all the time." He hated to admit he had never fucked anything but his fist.
"Good," the man purred, caressing Adam's tender young balls while nudging his cheek against his cock. "You can fuck my mouth like it's a pussy. Wanna do that?"
"Yeah," Adam said, thinking the guy was a little on the silly side. "I can get into that."
"Well, put your books down and fuck my face, man!"
Adam was so nervous he had forgotten he was still clutching his books against his chest. He placed them on the floor quickly, pushing his jeans and underwear on down to his ankles while he was bent over. He liked the naughty feeling he derived from lewdly exhibiting himself to this appreciative stranger.
When Adam stood up again, he grasped his prick and guided it into the man's open mouth. The man clamped his hot lips around Adam's thick cock-shaft and held his slim hips, pulling the boy toward him and impaling his throat with young cock-meat.
"Jeez!" the inexperienced youth gasped as he felt his big cock-knob fuck into the hot tightness of the man's throat.
"Uuummm!" the cock-sucker hummed around Adam's gigantic prick. It was obvious he was loving the delicious cock that was filling his mouth and throat as he continued to make ecstatic moaning sounds.
Adam began to fuck his mouth slowly, thrilling to the sensation of sinking his cock into a hot sucking mouth for the first time in his life. And he liked the way the man was caressing his bare ass, rubbing and kneading his small firm buns while he sucked his cock.
The hot-blooded youth rolled up his sweater to reveal more of his lithe young body to the cock-sucker's roving eyes.
"Ummm-hummm!" the guy moaned around his mouthful of prick as he looked up at Adam's scalloped abdomen and squeezed his ass-cheeks excitedly.
"You like my body?" Adam asked brazenly, basking in the man's adoration.
"Shit, yes!" the guy said, releasing the youth's big cock from his sucking lips and skimming his fist up and down the long cock-lance. "Take off your clothes-all of them. Let me see you naked!"
Adam looked nervously toward the doorway again. "What if somebody comes in?"
"We can hear 'em coming," the man assured him. "Shoes always make a gritty noise on the sidewalk outside ... the sand and all."
"Unless they're wearing sneakers-like mev" Adam smiled, knowing he had taken this guy and the big stud by surprise just a few minutes earlier.
"C'mon," the guy begged, kissing Adam's flat, hairless belly. "Get naked. Give me a thrill!"
"Just a sec," Adam said. He pulled up his pants and went to the door, sticking his head outside. The fog was growing more dense, and nobody was in sight.
"Nobody much comes here this early in the morning," the man assured him. "If they do, they're looking for some action, anyhow." He was jacking off again. "Go on and strip, man!"
"Okay," Adam agreed, strangely excited by the danger of the situation, as well as by the man's adoring gaze.
Hurriedly, the boy removed his sneakers and athletic socks, kicked his jeans off and peeled his sweater over his head, tossing everything in a pile in the next toilet stall. He figured that, if anyone came along, he could duck in the stall and pretend to be changing clothes.
Gloriously naked, Adam stepped back in front of the guy on the toilet.
"God, you're one gorgeous kid!" the guy exclaimed as he grabbed Adam by the cock and pulled him closer.
"Thanks," Adam said bashfully, feeling excruciatingly horny and wicked.
Then he raised both arms and held onto the tops of the stall walls while the stranger sucked his cock with such gusto that the rest room was filled with loud slurping sounds. Letting his head fall backward as he held onto the partitions, the naked boy began to fuck the man's hot mouth violently, pounding the back of his throat with his thick cock-head and bouncing his balls against his chin.
The man ran his hands feverishly over Adam's smooth young body while the cock fucked in and out of his mouth at an increasingly rapid tempo. The boy's rough fuck-thrusts were thrilling the cock-hungry stranger and causing him to moan and groan blissfully.
The naked youth looked delectable, his slender body stretched tautly as he hung onto the toilet partitions and fucked the man's face. His slim arms and legs and large bone structure gave him a gangly, slightly awkward look. His sinewy muscles flexed and his small tight ass-cheeks dimpled as he fucked.
Adam's boyish appeal was further enhanced by his straight blonde hair, which was combed downward all the way around, creating a moppet-like appearance. He hadn't begun to shave yet, and a fine coating of blonde fuzz was barely visible on his upper lip. The handsome youth had a rather narrow face with finely drawn features and delicate, sensuous-looking lips.
Aside from his horse-cock, Adam's most outstanding feature was his eyes. They were an unusually pale shade of gray, almost the color of steel. He had been told he had murder eyes, but he had also been told he had bedroom eyes. Such interpretations seemed to depend more on the mood of the beholder than on Adam himself.
While Adam fucked his prick in and out of the stranger's mouth, he felt his balls drawing up tightly in their velvety hairless sac as his pent-up cum sought release.
"I'm about to cum!" he gasped.
The man drew back, allowing the big cock to slap wetly up against Adam's belly.
"Don't cum yet," the guy whispered. "Try and hold it back!" He slid off the toilet and knelt before Adam. "Man, I could suck on that beautiful fucker of yours all day!"
He pressed his face into Adam's crotch, licking gingerly at his boyish balls while he grasped his slender thighs. Adam's cock was jerking spasmodically just above the guy's head. The entire cock-lance glistened with spit. A tingling sensation in his prick made Adam fear he might just shoot his cum-load right on top of the guy's head while his balls were being licked. But he forced himself to relax, and the urgency subsided.
When Adam's big prick began to soften and curl downward, the kneeling man took it into his mouth again and began to suck, taking care not to excite the cock too much this time. Hovering at the precarious edge of climax, Adam stood still and allowed the cock-sucker to administer a soft, easy blow-job. The man knew what he was doing and he kept the youth at the verge of cumming for a long time.
Adam knew he was going to be late for school but he didn't care. He was glad his dad had taken the car in for repairs so that his mother hadn't been able to drive him to Venice High School as she usually did. And he was glad that during the long walk to school he had needed to take a piss and stopped in this rest room on the beach.
He still needed to piss, and he wondered fleetingly if the cock-sucker would be able to tell the difference between piss and cum. He decided that would be a rotten thing to do to a fellow who was giving him so much pleasure. But, if he had needed to piss badly enough, he wouldn't have hesitated to fill the man's mouth with his foaming piss. He figured, after all, that anybody who ate cum couldn't be too discriminating about what he put in his mouth. The crazy fucker might even enjoy some good hot piss, Adam mused.
Suddenly, the enraptured youth was startled by something hot and wet slithering up the crack of his ass while the kneeling stranger was still in front of him, sucking his cock.
"What the hell?" Adam blurted in surprise.
Twisting his neck and looking back over his shoulder, he was surprised to discover that some young guy in running shorts was kneeling behind him, licking his bare ass. The guy had come in so quietly that Adam wasn't even aware of his presence until his hot tongue darted into his ass-crevice.
The cock-sucker was obviously aware of the newcomer's presence. But he was only interested in sucking prick. Licking ass wasn't his thing, so he felt no sense of competition; in fact, he seemed to welcome the ass-licker's arrival. At any rate, he was reaching between Adam's legs, trying to get the runner's cock out of his shorts, sucking Adam's cock all the while.
Adam quickly adapted to the revised situation. He luxuriated under all the attention while one guy sucked his prick and the other lapped hungrily at his ass.
The ass-licker spanned Adam's buns with his fingers, spreading the boy's hairless ass-crack open and fucking his tongue into the tiny puckered ass-hole. The cock-sucker was fucking his face rhythmically on Adam's throbbing prick. Four hot hands glided over the boy's nude body, caressing his balls, pinching his small brown tits and feeling the hardness of his flat tummy.
The combined erotic sensations were more than the virgin youth could handle. Hanging from the crossbeam above the toilet stall, he clamped his legs around the kneeling cock-sucker's head, fucking his cock in to the balls. The position made his ass-hole more vulnerable for the ass-licker, who began fucking his tongue deeply into the squirming youth's ass-guts.
"Eeeeee gods!" Adam squealed, writhing and lurching uncontrollably between the two men. "This feels so fuckin' good! Shit! I can't stand it!"
The sheltered young boy had never experienced anything so fantastic in his life. He hadn't even known there were guys into licking asses-but he sure as hell was glad to find out! Having his ass tongue-fucked while he got his prick sucked was an incredible turn-on for Adam. He was soon swinging from the crossbeam like a demented monkey, knocking the two men together as they frantically hung onto his slender waist and attempted to continue sucking his prick and eating his ass.
"Jesus Christ!" the ass-licker finally said. "Settle down!"
"I can't!" Adam cried out, still squirming and kicking his long legs. "It just feels so goddamned good I can't stand it!"
"Hey, man," the runner said to the other man, "I wanna fuck this sweet young ass. How 'bout you entertain the kid while I get out of my shorts?"
"Okay, you fuck him and I'll suck him," the cock-sucker said. Then he took Adam's prick back into his mouth, moaning and salivating so profusely that his spit drenched the youth's balls and dribbled down onto his thighs.
"Yeahhhhhh!" Adam sighed ecstatically. "You suck me while he fucks me ... let's do it!"
The runner's tongue had so stimulated Adam's little virgin ass-hole that he was ready for anything, so long as it felt good.
The young man who had been tongue-fucking Adam's ass quickly stepped out of his shorts and jock strap, not bothering to remove his sneakers. Moving up behind Adam he pressed his cock-tip into the spit-soaked crevice of the boy's ass.
Adam stopped squirming against the cock-sucker's face and reached back to feel the young runner's firm, muscular body. It was the first time he had ever touched a man's body that way, and he liked what he felt-the hard sinewy muscles, the firm rounded ass-cheeks, the hairy belly and the manly thighs of a runner.
"Fuck my ass!" Adam panted, unable to believe the words emanated from his own mouth even as he said it. "Gimme some cock, man!"
The young stud gave Adam some cock. He thrust his hips forward, fucking his rock-hard prick into the boy's spit-lathered ass-hole in one horrendous, ass-splitting thrust.
"Uuuunnngh! Oh, shit!" Adam gasped quickly, his eyes widening as he felt the guy's cock plow into his virgin ass-guts. "Oh, God! It hurts." He began to whimper, unable to endure the pain.
But the other man's mouth on his cock felt so good that Adam began to ignore the searing pain in his ass after a few moments. Pain and pleasure seemed to mingle, melting together into a joyous erotic experience for the lust-crazed young boy.
Reaching up and grasping the crossbeam again, Adam lifted his legs and locked them around the cock-sucker's neck, fucking the entire shaft of his prick into the guy's mouth-and making his impaled ass-hole more available to the guy fucking him.
"Fuck my ass, you big-cocked stud!" Adam cried out, bouncing his ass crazily on the young jogger's cock-lance. "Suck my prick, you fuckin' cock-sucker! Make me cum!"
While Adam hung from the crossbar, the runner grasped his hips and began to swing him back and forth, causing him to be alternately sucked and fucked. With every backward swing, the boy spiked his abused ass-hole on theyoung stud's long prick, and with every forward swing, he fucked his cock into the gaping slobbering mouth of the other man. It was the wildest, most thrilling thing Adam had ever done in his life.
"Shit! I love it!" the lusty youth shrieked at the top of his voice. "This feels so fuckin' wild! God, I just love it!"
Suddenly, in his intense excitement, Adam couldn't restrain himself any longer. He clamped his slim thighs tightly around the cock-sucker's head once more, embedding his cock securely in the man's tight throat. The jogger fucked up hard into the boy's vulnerable ass-hole and kept his prick fucked in to the balls.
"Oooohhh!" Adam gasped loudly as his cum-load erupted, making his cock tingle and burn.
The kneeling cock-sucker gurgled and choked as the young boy's hot cum flooded his throat. And, while he gulped Adam's jism, he reached between the boy's legs and felt where the runner's big prick was fucked up his tight ass-hole.
"Aaaaahhh, fuck!" the runner bellowed as Adam's convulsing ass-guts brought him to a climax.
"That's it!" Adam screeched hysterically as he felt the young stud's cum-load gushing hotly into the depths of his bowels. "Fuck your cum up my ass, man! Gimme more cock!"
Adam Devlin felt as if he were having an out-of-body experience. He couldn't believe this was him-cheerleader, honor student, Eagle Scout-shrieking and begging for cum and more cock! It was all unreal to him...
And the police thought it was pretty unreal, too.
"Christ! Just look at those fuckin' fags!" one of the officers said in disgust as several other cops crowded into the doorway of the rest room. "Ain't that a revoltin' sight?"
"Aw, shit," Adam said as he spied the uniformed officers. He arched his back to dislodge the runner's prick from his ass. "This just can't be happening." He grabbed his clothes and began stepping into his jeans.
"Hell, this one's just a kid," one of the policemen said as he approached Adam with a set of handcuffs. "I don't know if Juvenile Division's ready for anything like this." He shook his head as he snapped the cuffs onto Adam's small wrists.
Another officer was cuffing the runner, who was just pulling his shorts up. "You two men are in real serious trouble here. I hope you got good lawyers."
"Put these two suspects in the wagon," another cop said authoritatively as he shoved the handcuffed cock-sucker toward them. "I want to keep the victim in a separate car."
"Victim?" the jogger gasped. "What victim?"
"The kid, stupid."
CHAPTER TWO
"A classic case of a severe psychosexual disequilibrium response to traumatic erotic stimuli," the phychiatrist had said.
Adam kept trying to tell the dumb shit there was nothing complicated about what had happened-that he had just done it because it felt so fucking good!
But the medical word-magic satisfied Adam's parents, who had been stunned when the boy refused to testify in court against the two men he'd had sex with in the Venice rest room. Everyone got out of the embarrassing mess, but only after two months of legal hassles that only served to enrich the lawyers and the City of Los Angeles. By the time it was all over and the scandal had subsided so that Adam was trusted by his family again, school was out for the summer...
Adam was lying naked on his bed, idly jacking his colossal cock with one hand while he held up a Playgirl centerfold with the other. Since the incident in the John, the boy had realized that the reason he hadn't been out chasing girls with his friends was that he didn't really care that much about girls. Previously, he had thought it was merely a matter of priorities-that his intellectual pursuits were responsible for his virgin condition. But, after the overwhelming fuck-lust he had experienced that morning in the John, he knew it was guys he wanted. All the Playboy magazines in his secret stash in the top of his closet had now been replaced by Playgirl magazines.
Adam stopped jacking off to avoid cum-ming. He was in a lazy mood and wanted to make the good feeling last a bit longer. His parents had taken the sailboat out for the afternoon, and he was enjoying some rare privacy. Holding up the magazine with both hands, Adam sighed longingly at the big-cocked beauty who graced the centerfold.
He glanced over at the phone beside his bed, wondering if Dean Hammond might be home on a Saturday afternoon. Probably not, he was usually out playing basketball or surfing. Adam grinned. Dean just might be home.
Adam had promised himself he wouldn't bother the studly high school senior again. They were only casual acquaintances, and Dean had no idea Adam was hot for his cock-and he certainly didn't realize it was Adam Devlin who had been giving him anonymous obscene phone calls.
Young Adam still hadn't sucked a cock. Not because he didn't want to, but simply because there had been no opportunity. His parents had only recently abandoned twenty-four-hour guard duty over him.
Fondling his balls and stroking his big rigid prick, Adam closed his eyes and pictured Dean Hammond for a moment. He knew that if he ever did suck a guy's cock, he would like that cock to be Dean's. He was so fucking manly, and so beautiful!
Adam smiled at a mental image of Dean in his sexy basketball outfit. Little did the gorgeous hunk know that, when Adam and the other cheerleaders led cheers at school basketball games, Adam was cheering mainly for Dean Hammond ... and to hell with the team. Adam hadn't even realized that himself, until recently. And that was when he had begun calling Dean and getting off on talking dirty to him over the phone.
Pre-cum oozing from Adam's cock-tip made the head of his cock glisten. He rubbed his finger across his slimy cock-head and then licked the fuck-juice from his finger. He wished it was Dean Hammond's cum he was tasting instead of his own.
Tossing the Playgirl aside, Adam sat up on the edge of his bed and grabbed the phone, punching Dean's number before he could stop himself. It had become a compulsion. He could get off on the mere sound of the handsome athletic stud's voice...
"Hello?" It was Dean's mellow, sexy voice.
"Hi, big boy," Adam whispered into the phone, slowly jacking his glossy cock. "You ready for my hot mouth over your big cock?"
"You again!" Dean said in exasperation. "Who the fuck is this?"
"I know you from school," Adam murmured, trying to disguise his voice. "I told you that before."
"What do you want, man? I'm gettin' real tired of this game."
"I've told you what I want. I wanna suck your cock and lick your hairy ass and suck on your big balls and-"
"Listen, you crazy fucker!" Dean snapped. "If I ever do find out who you are, I'm gonna cram your fuckin' ass so far up between your shoulders you'll have to open your mouth to shit!"
"Eeewww!" Adam squealed, losing control of himself momentarily. "That sounds exciting."
"You'll think it's exciting if I ever get hold of you."
"Are your parents home?" Adam asked, jacking his prick faster. He lay back on the bed with the receiver at his ear, stretching his long slender legs widely apart while he beat his cock-meat.
"You think I'd be talkin' like this if they were?"
"I'm jerking off to your sexy voice," Adam whispered. "God, Dean-I'm so fuckin' hot for your gorgeous bod!"
"You make me sick, you pervert."
"Just keep talking," Adam purred, jacking his cock furiously and causing his pinkish balls to bounce merrily...
* * *
Meanwhile, at the other end of the line, Dean Hammond was standing in the hallway pounding his own cock-meat.
He was shirtless and had pushed his jeans down around his knees. The hunky brown-eyed basketball player had an Adonic look about him. His handsome, strong-featured face was adorned by curly light brown hair that hung in ringlets across his forehead. Because he did a lot of surfing, his hair was slightly sun-bleached. And the teenaged stud had a magnificent physique, with prominent pectoral and abdominal definition.
"What do you want me to say?" Dean asked the mysterious voice that had excited him into jacking off once again.
"Just say you want your cock sucked," Adam prodded.
"Fuck you," Dean said dryly as he pumped his fist up and down his big, hard cock-lance.
"Oh, yeahhhhhh!" Adam sighed. "You can fuck my ass, too! I'd like that."
Dean grinned and felt a surge of hot excitement course through his studly body as he jacked off and listened to Adam's lewd suggestions. He was dying to know who it was. But Dean was well-known at school and he had to be very cautious until he found out. There was always the possibility it was some of his teammates pulling his leg.
"Why don't you tell me who you are?" Dean said, leaning against the wall and releasing his grip on his prick to avoid cumming. He began to rub his hand sensuously over his hard, muscular chest and stomach. "I just don't recognize your voice."
"I'm afraid you might beat me up," Adam whispered.
"I probably will," Dean said. "But, as weird as you are, you could probably get into that, too."
"Uuummm! I just love a masterful man," Adam said.
Dean lowered his hand to his hairy balls, caressing them before he curled his fingers around his thick prick-shaft again and began to jack off slowly. He wished the boy on the other end of the line were there to suck him off.
"Are you still there?" Adam asked anxiously when he didn't hear anything for a moment.
"Sure," Dean said slowly, and the lust he was feeling came through in his intonation.
"Are you jacking off too?"
"Hell, no!" Dean snapped, angered at how he had nearly given himself away. "Why would I want to beat off and talk to some jerk of a fag on the phone? You think I'm nuts?"
There was dead silence for a minute. Then Adam spoke again. "Don't you like me even a teeny-weeny bit, Dean?"
"I hate your fuckin' guts, cock-sucker!" Dean said in the most hateful tone he could muster.
"But then ... why do you keep talking to me?"
Dean was beating his cock-meat vigorously again now, and his furry balls were swinging between his muscular thighs.
"I got nothin' better to do right now," he said defensively. "Besides, I still want to know who the hell you are."
"You promise not to clobber me if I do tell you?"
"That depends-depends on who you are."
"That's no answer," Adam complained.
"Sorry, man. It's the best I can do."
Dean's bulging muscles tensed as he once more began to approach a climax. He let his cock go and started pinching a brown tit on his chest, feeling his massive pectoral muscle with the palm of his hand while he pinched himself.
"Are you gonna surf this afternoon?" Adam asked.
"I dunno. Gotta check 'n see if the surf's up."
"Just a minute," Adam said. "I'll check it out for you."
Dean heard the receiver thud onto a table. While he waited, he began to put two and two together...
"Yeah!" Adam said when he returned. "Great waves, good form-looks like they're running at about ten-second intervals."
Dean was grinning broadly and had begun to fondle his cock and balls with renewed vigor.
"Thanks ... Adam," he said pointedly.
There was stony silence at the other end. The long silence told Dean Hammond all he needed to know.
"I know it's you, Adam Devlin," he chuckled gleefully. "You're the only guy I know at school who lives right on the beach. Come on, man. Admit it. Now that I figured it out, I know your voice, anyway ... hey, you still there?"
"Yes," a meek voice replied.
"You ought to be ashamed of yourself, Adam," Dean said as he lubricated his upstanding cock-lance with glossy pre-cum that was drooling profusely from his piss-slit. "A Venice High cheerleader pullin' a rotten joke like this on me ... that's not nice, man."
"It's no joke, Dean." Adam's voice was tense now. "I really am jacking off, and I really do want to suck your cock. I ... I can't help it."
Dean smiled with satisfaction and slowed his hand-job, realizing now he might actually have a chance to fuck his cum-load down the cute sophomore's gullet. If that were the case, he certainly didn't want to waste his jism on the hallway floor-as he had done several times before during these strange conversations with Adam.
"You home alone?" Dean asked seriously now.
"Yeah!" Adam responded happily, detecting the change in the hunky senior's attitude. "Can you come over?"
"For what?" Dean asked, unable to stop playing the childish game.
"You know..."
"You really wanna give me a blow-job?"
"Shit, yes!" Adam said without hesitation.
Dean released his cock just in time to avoid blasting his cum-load. He grasped his ass-cheek and squeezed it, remembering Adam's lascivious talk about licking asses.
"Okay, man. I think I'll go for it," Dean said. "But if this is a joke, Adam, I swear I'll rearrange your face for you!"
"No joke ... scout's honor."
* * *
Adam waited nervously in the living room, wearing only jean cut-offs. He smiled remotely as he thought about what had transpired. First, Dean had threatened to pulverize him if he tried to suck his cock and then he had threatened to beat him up if he didn't. Adam decided he preferred the latter situation.
When Dean arrived, Adam was pleasantly surprised to find the big teenaged hunk at the front door clad only in brief red Speedo trunks and toting a surfboard.
"I figured I'd do some surfing after..." His voice trailed off as he laid the surfboard carefully on the living room carpet.
"After I suck you off?" Adam said, closing the front door and latching it.
"Uh, yeah," Dean said, lowering his eyes and laughing self-consciously. He wasn't as full of bravado now as he had been on the phone.
Adam closed the draperies on the big picture window that looked out onto the sea, plunging the room into twilight. When he turned around, Dean was standing close to him, the huge cock-bulge in his swimsuit revealing the urgency of his need.
The two boys' eyes met and flickering smiles were exchanged. It was almost as if it were the first time they had ever really and truly seen one another.
Reaching out, Adam touched Dean's massive chest with his frail, trembling fingers, hardly able to believe that Dean Hammond was actually there to be touched. He ran his fingers softly down the cleavage between the older boy's pectoral mounds ... down over his rippling abdominals ... past his navel and to the top edge of his tight-fitting briefs.
The suntanned youth's athletic body looked delicious to Adam. Dean filled his clinging red Speedo bikini to perfection, having chosen one a couple of sizes too small. The elastic legs rode high on his muscular hips, revealing the lower curvature of his ass-cheeks, a few sexy wisps of dark hair at the crotch and the top edge of the seat rode low enough to reveal a tantalizing bit of ass-cleavage. The massive outline of his cock could be clearly seen curling downward and to one side. The cock-head, which was distinctly visible through the sheer red nylon, was precariously close to emerging from one leg of the Speedo.
"You're beautiful, Dean," the blonde youngster murmured, looking into his friend's dark eyes. "I've dreamed about this for so damned long ... and now that it's for real, I'm a nervous wreck."
"No need to be nervous," Dean said soothingly, grasping the back of Adam's slender neck and gently forcing him downward. "Just do what you wanted to do. That's what I'm here for."
"Let me hear you say the words," Adam said anxiously as Dean's strong hands pressed his face closer and closer to the protruding cock-bulge. "Talk like you did on the phone!"
"Suck my cock, fag."
"No!" Adam laughed, banging his forehead against Dean's hard belly. "You can cut out the insults now."
"I wanna fuck your hot little mouth, man!" Dean said quickly, pressing the boy's face roughly into the red nylon covering of his cock.
"Yeahhhh! And I want it," Adam said as he grasped the top edge of Dean's Speedo and peeled the flimsy briefs down over his massive thighs.
The older youth stepped out of his swimsuit. Adam looked up again and found himself confronted at close range by a big, partially hard prick that stood out from a dense bush of curly cock hair. It was the closest Adam had ever been to another guy's prick and he was momentarily startled by the experience of having a big cock thrust right into his face.
"Oh, Lord!" Adam whined ecstatically, taking the swelling prick in his hand. "It's even bigger than I had imagined! Your cock's gorgeous, Dean!"
"I never had any complaints from the girls," Dean bragged.
"The lucky bitches," Adam murmured, daring to finally nuzzle the big thick cock-snout against his cheek.
The inexperienced boy was surprised by the intense warmth of the cock-head as it pressed against his cheek. Inhaling deeply to curb his nervousness, he turned on to the manly aroma of his buddy's hairy crotch.
"I like all that hair around your cock and on your balls,' Adam whispered, holding the throbbing hard prick in one hand and caressing the furry balls with the other. "So manly!"
"You'll have more crotch hair before you know it," Dean smiled condescendingly.
"I've got plenty!"
"Prove it, man."
Anxious to suck Dean's cock-and yet dreading it at the same time-Adam was glad for the momentary reprieve. He had never wanted anything so much in his life, yet the prospect of taking his first prick into his mouth seemed frightening to him now that the moment had arrived. He stood up and quickly stepped out of his cut-offs, revealing his slim naked body for the older boy's inspection.
"Shit," Dean laughed. "You're still just a little boy ... you've barely got any crotch hair." He kept staring, however, at Adam's dangling horse-prick, which was every bit as large as his own cock. "But you're doing just fine in the cock department, kid-just fine!"
"So I've been told," Adam said as he knelt again before the gorgeous stud he intended to suck off. "But we're wasting time talking."
The naked youngster moved in close once more, flicking his tongue out tentatively to lap at the tip of Dean's prick. His tongue-tip caught a slight discharge of pre-cum, and he found that the older boy's fuck-juice tasted much like his own. Grasping the rigid cock-shaft with both hands, Adam ovaled his lips and prepared to clamp them over the cock-head. But he couldn't bring himself to do it ... he seemed frozen there with his mouth wide open and the big rubbery cock-knob just out of reach.
"C'mon, Adam. Jesus Christ!" Dean put a hand against the back of Adam's head, applying slight pressure to urge him on.
"I can't!" Adam screamed loudly, frightening his friend as he lurched backward away from the waiting cock. "Shit! I want to suck you, but I can't seem to do it. Damn!" The boy crumpled into a heap on the floor, burying his face in his hands.
The naked surfer laughed boyishly as he knelt beside Adam, peering quizzically at his partially hidden face.
"You mean to tell me you ... you never sucked a cock before?"
"Never," Adam whimpered in shame, hating himself for chickening out this way. "Never ever."
"Well, hell," Dean said, "that's nothing to cry about. I gotta admit, I've never been with a guy before either ... girls, yes ... but never with a guy." He patted Adam's bare back consolingly. "So this is a first for me, too." Then his hand ran down the younger boy's back, seemingly without intent, and came to rest at the top of his ass-crack.
"You wanna fuck me?" Adam asked hopefully, finally removing his hands from his face.
Dean clicked his tongue. "I hadn't really thought about it," he said, slipping his fingers into the boy's hairless ass-crevice and titillating his tiny ass-hole. "I never did that, either. Not even with a girl."
"I got fucked in the ass one time," Adam said, smiling. "It was fantastic!" He sprawled on his stomach on the floor. "You can fuck me if you want to." He humped his cute ass-cheeks upward, trying to tempt the older boy.
"Fucked only once and never sucked a cock, huh?" Dean said with a grin, rubbing Adam's small round ass-cheeks. "Shit! The way you've been going on over the phone, I figured you must be out sucking off half the guys in Venice."
"Don't I wish!" Adam thought aloud.
Dean scrambled around in front of Adam, sitting on his haunches with his knees on either side of the youngster's face.
"Maybe I'll fuck you later," he said, holding his stiff prick out so the fleshy cock-head nearly touched his young friend's lips. "But first you're gonna do a little cock-sucking. You've been whispering over the phone for weeks how you want to suck my cock ... so suck it, man!"
CHAPTER THREE
Lying on his stomach on the floor with Dean kneeling near his face, young Adam Devlin prepared to suck his first prick. The older boy's cock-tip was almost touching his lips and a sparkling droplet of pre-cum oozed from the piss-slit. The pungent male aroma of Dean's cock caused Adam's nostrils to flare.
"Go on, man," Dean urged him. "Put your hot little lips on my cock. That's what you want, isn't it?"
"You know I do," Adam said, grasping his buddy's muscular thighs and pulling himself closer in between his legs. "But this is the first time I ever sucked a cock ... and they say the first time's very important."
"Bullshit!" Dean laughed, thrusting his hips and driving his cock-head against Adam's soft lips. "Open your fuckin' mouth and suck my cock. Come on!"
The muscle-bound young stud kept pressing his prick-knob against Adam's tightly closed lips. Adam drew back slightly.
"You're sure not very romantic, are you?" the boy said, looking up with sad eyes and a doleful expression. "This ought to be a tender, special occasion."
"Hell, Adam. I'm not in love with you, man. I just want my cock sucked. Now suck!"
Dean grabbed Adam's head with both hands and forced his face downward, jamming his rigid prick into his mouth. Adam gasped and tried to resist for a moment, but Dean held his head down and began to thrust his pelvis upward, fucking the youngster's mouth. It only took a few fuck-thrusts to subdue the young boy, who soon quit squirming and resisting and began to relax and go with it.
"Mmmmmm!" Adam moaned happily around his mouthful of cock as he adjusted to the shock of having a prick thrust between his lips for the first time. "Mmmmmm!"
The boy wrapped his arms around Dean's hips and hung onto his naked ass as he bobbed his head up and down, slithering the big blue-veined cock between his sucking lips. Gradually, Dean released his grip on Adam's head, realizing it was no longer necessary. The boy was willingly fucking his face up and down on his buddy's up-thrust prick-shaft.
"That's more like it," Dean murmured, enjoying the sensation of his young friend's hotly sucking mouth on his cock and turned on by the knowledge that it was Adam's first attempt at sucking cock.
Luxuriating under the boy's loving attention to his cock, Dean leaned back and supported himself with his arms. The position threw all his fantastic chest and abdominal muscles into bold relief and it pleasured him when he saw Adam looking upward appreciatively at his body while he continued to fuck his mouth up and down the long stiff cock.
While he sucked hungrily on Dean's prick, Adam kept looking past the older boy's forest of crotch hair at the sexy expanse of scalloped abdomen and, beyond that, at the squared pectoral mounds that adorned his broad chest. The cock in his mouth seemed colossal to Adam; his jaw ached from being held open so widely to accommodate the circumference of Dean's cock. But the cock tasted delicious to the boy, now that he finally had it in his mouth. He wondered why he had ever feared such a marvelous experience.
Adam had always known he wanted a cock in his mouth. But until recently he hadn't allowed himself to deal with the idea, on a conscious level. Now that he finally had a big cock-lance fucking in and out between his young lips, the thick cock-head gouging the back of his throat, he realized this was what he had been born for. Cock-sucking came as naturally to the youngster as breathing ... and he already knew this was only the first of many pricks that would fuck his mouth.
The wildly sucking youth ran his hands sensuously over his big buddy's muscle-bound body, fascinated by the hard sinewy muscles. It was a man's body-big and hard and masculine-and he loved it.
"Christ!" Dean said, grinning slyly. "You're really going after that cock. You do love cock-sucking, don't you?-"
"Ummm-hummm!" Adam mumbled, forcing his mouth down so far onto the cock-lance that his nose nuzzled into the older boy's dense crotch thicket.
Sucking merrily away, Adam slipped one hand beneath Dean and lovingly fondled his big furry balls, squeezing and kneading them tenderly. Then he ran his hand up around the cock-shaft base and tangled his slender fingers in the bushy patch of cock hair that so fascinated him. Adam wished he had a dark forest of curly cock hair like that around his own big horse-prick. The hairiness of Dean's crotch made him seem so much more manly and manliness was what the youngster sought.
Raising his head until his lips were clamped around Dean's cock-shaft just below the flared ridge of the big cock-knob, Adam rested his mouth momentarily and caught his breath. While he laved the cock-head with his tongue, he reached between Dean's hunky thighs and ran his fingers lightly along his ass-crevice which, in this position, was spread open. The older boy's ass-crack was hairy and Adam liked that. He explored the furry crevice with his index finger until he felt Dean's puckered ass-hole. He probed gently with his fingertip.
"Un-uh!" Dean gasped, jerking his hips upward, fucking his cock into Adam's mouth and leaving the probing finger behind. "Just suck my cock and keep your finger out of my ass!"
Releasing Dean's prick for the first time since he had begun sucking, Adam drew in a deep breath. He started jacking Dean's big spit-glossed cock, licking at the sensitive underside of the prick-knob.
"I bet you'd like my tongue on your ass," Adam suggested wickedly, grinning up past the shiny cock-head at his buddy.
Dean smiled, tousling Adam's fine blonde hair. "Seems like you did mention something on the phone about licking my ass ... you really wanna do that?"
"I think maybe I could do anything ... with you, anyway," Adam said. Then he slid his hot wet lips down one side of Dean's cock-lance and into his dense pubic bush, licking into the wiry cock hair. "Damn, I love your big hunky body!"
Dragging his tongue across the older youth's skin, Adam traced a route to one side and around his hip, licking his way to the dimpled flesh of his lower back, just above the crevice of his ass.
Responding to Adam's obvious intent, Dean moved onto his hands and knees, leaving his up-thrust ass available to the young boy's frantically licking tongue. Almost immediately he felt Adam's wet tongue slither down the length of his ass-crack, soaking the course hair between his smooth ass-cheeks. The naughty thrill of having a youngster lick his ass increased the handsome senior's horniness and his breath began to come in sporadic gasps.
"Jeez!" Adam murmured into his buddy's hairy ass-crack. "You've got a sexy ass, Dean."
Frantically the boy ran his tongue up and down, up and down, soaking and matting the curly hair in Dean's ass-crevice with his warm saliva. Each time his tongue came to the puckered ass-hole he stopped momentarily and titillated the tightly clenched ass-ring with his swirling tongue, and each time he did that the older youth gasped and vibrated all over.
Adam could hardly believe he was doing this-hungrily lapping at a guy's hairy ass-crack and trying to fuck his tongue into his ass-hole. He had jacked off to fantasies of such goings-on, but this was a real guy's ass and the ass-hole he was licking was no vapid mental image. Not only was this hairy ass real, but it was the glorious ass of Venice High's super-stud basketball star, Dean Hammond!
Pressing his nose into Dean's ass and using his lips to suck at his relaxing ass-hole, Adam recalled the numerous occasions he and the other cheerleaders had sat at the edge of the court and screamed "Yea Hammond!" every time Dean scored for the team-which was often. He thought of how he had admired
Dean's big powerful legs, and how he had never been able to keep his eyes off the pronounced cock-bulge in the tall stud's white satin gym shorts.
"Yea Hammond," Adam murmured between Dean's ass-cheeks as he grasped those muscular thighs he had longed to touch all year without even realizing it.
"What?" Dean said, twisting his neck and looking back in surprise.
"Love your big manly ass," Adam whispered, driving his tongue into the tender flesh just inside Dean's ass-ring, which had become lax and pliable as a result of the constant licking.
"That feels good," Dean said, resting his forehead on the carpet. "Real good." His voice was dreamy-sounding now, as if Adam's gentle and steady ass-licking were lulling him to sleep.
Adam reached between Dean's legs and handled his dangling hairy balls for a moment. Then his fingers curled about the young stud's thick cock-lance. He could feel Dean's prick throbbing and humming with vibrant energy and excitement as he went on with the ass-lapping.
"You liar!" Dean groaned, his whole body tensing with mounting thrills as Adam licked his ass and massaged his pulsing cock.
"What?" Adam asked, never taking his tongue from the damp crack of Dean's ass.
"Claiming you never did any of this stuff before," Dean said. "The hell you haven't! Shit, I never had it so good with any of my women ... and some of them are experienced as hell."
"It's true," Adam assured him, moving to one side to nibble gently at the taut flesh of a big manly ass-cheek. "I never did."
"Bullshit!"
"I was born to please men," Adam said matter-of-factly. "I didn't know it till recently, but I think I must've been born gay."
"Awww, Adam! Come off it, man." Dean sprawled forward, lying flat on the floor. He glanced back at Adam and laughed. "Born gay? You're gettin' sillier by the minute."
Adam lay atop the brawny body of his buddy, taking special care to keep his semi-hard prick to one side so as to avoid any suggestion that he might be thinking of fucking him.
"A few months ago-remember when I didn't come to school for a week? Well, I met a couple of guys in that John on the beach, down near The Westwinds bar. I let one of them fuck me in the ass while the other one sucked me off and, man, I ... well, I fuckin' went wild! I mean, I loved it."
"You must've gone wild, if it took you a week to recuperate."
"Naw! Hell, the cops caught us and we all went to jail."
"No shit?" Dean asked, straining his neck to look back at Adam, whose chin was resting on his broad shoulder.
"Yeah. It was awful! Mom and dad about freaked out. This is the first weekend they've trusted me out of their sight since then,"
Dean laughed. "Didn't take you long to get back in action, did it?"
"Nope," Adam grinned mischievously, running his hands over Dean's huge biceps and moving closer to sniff the fragrant aroma of his curly brown hair. "And I sure am glad it's with you, Dean. You're kinda special to me."
"Hey," Dean said uneasily, "I don't like that kinda talk." He patted Adam's hand, which was clamped onto his bicep, then folded his arms together and rested his chin on his forearm. "We're not gonna make this a regular thing, you know. So don't go gettin' all involved. I'm just here to get my cock sucked. Okay?"
"Sure," Adam gulped, hating to hear that. "Just here to get your cock sucked-and your ass licked."
"Yeah! Do that some more."
As Adam oved down and dragged his tongue into Dean's furry ass-crevice, he realized he couldn't expect the guy to feel the same way he did. That was too much, he knew. But he was delighted that his first cock-sucking experience was with this gorgeous young stud. Even though the boy already knew he was about to embark on a wanton spree of indiscriminate cock-sucking, he also realized this first time would be emblazoned on his memory for the rest of his life. And he was so glad it was with Dean Hammond!
The horny and emotionally charged youngster spanned Dean's manly buns with his fingers, parting the hairy ass-crack and exposing his glistening, pinkish ass-hole. Thrusting out his tongue, Adam licked in small circles around Dean's sensitized ass-hole before pressing his soft lips over the ass-pucker and fucking his tongue into the pliant ass-flesh.
"Oh, fuck!" Dean gasped. "That feels soooo good!"
"You like that, huh?" Adam whispered, pressing his nose into the wet swirls of hair within Dean's ass-crevice while he squeezed and caressed his smooth, firmly rounded buns with both hands.
While he tongue-fucked Dean's increasingly relaxed ass-hole, Adam kept his eyes open, enjoying the view. He could see, framed by Dean's hunky buns, a sexy expanse of muscular back. And he could see the back of Dean's curly head, just beyond his broad squared shoulders. What a man! Adam thought excitedly.
Adam's hard, throbbing prick rested against Dean's calf, and the big stud began to move his leg-ever so slightly-massaging Adam's pulsing cock against his hard muscular flesh. Adam responded instantly, slowly fucking his cock against Dean's leg while he lapped and slurped at his ass. Pre-cum oozing from Adam's prick quickly coated the spot on Dean's leg where his cock-head was rubbing.
"You wanna put your cock in my ass?" Dean asked in a low voice, never looking back. "I don't think you're gonna get anywhere fuckin' my leg."
Adam couldn't believe what he heard. Was this the school jock, the super-stud he knew-asking for a cock up his ass? Christ! Wasn't anything sacred?
The young boy felt momentarily confused and disoriented. He was hot as hell and ready to fuck his cock into anything warm. But, somehow, this just didn't seem right. Fucking Dean Hammond had never been in the scenario when he had jacked off and dreamed of getting his hands on the guy ... it wasn't in keeping with the macho image he had of Dean.
Adam's mind raced as he tried to decide whether to fuck Dean's ass or not ... tried to decide if he was willing to destroy his own image of Dean. After all, if Dean wanted to get fucked, it was possible he had been fucked by other guys before. And if that were the case, then he could hardly be the super-stud Adam liked to think he was. Could he? Adam wasn't sure.
Quickly, the bewildered youngster decided he wanted to preserve the image of Dean Hammond that he had fallen in love with. He knew the Dean of his masturbatory fantasies would never in a million years let anybody fuck him in the ass. It was unthinkable!
"I think I'll pass on that," Adam said nervously. "I don't want to make you do anything you don't really want to do." His cock was withering against Dean's leg.
"Yeah. Well, fuck you too, buddy," Dean said haughtily.
Adam forced himself to not hear that. He preferred to ignore the implications.
"How 'bout if you fuck me?" Adam suggested, pushing his hand beneath Dean's body and clutching his cock, which was still rigid. "I bet I could make it really good for you."
"All right!" Dean said approvingly, flopping over onto his back and knocking Adam top one side with his abrupt movement. He seemed anxious to leave the previous discussion behind. "Can I lay on my back and you squat down and sit on my prick? I've fucked chics that way, and it's neat as hell!"
"Anything you want, big boy," Adam said demurely, fluttering his long lashes at Dean.
"Cut out that crap," Dean said impatiently. "Act like a man, for Christ's sake."
Although Adam Devlin would fully appreciate it until years later, Dean Hammond's advice to behave in a masculine manner was the best advice he would ever be given.
Straddling Dean's hips, Adam spit on his fingers and rubbed the saliva into his hairless ass-crevice.
"I'm sure glad you didn't expect me to lick your ass," Dean laughed while Adam lubricated his own ass-hole.
"You'd probably love it," Adam chided him.
"Shit!" Dean said, punching Adam playfully in the abdomen.
Reaching back, Adam grasped Dean's big hard cock-lance and guided the thick cock-head against his tiny ass-hole. Then he began to lower himself very slowly. The cock-knob penetrated his tight sphincter. He continued to lower his ass until he felt the flared ridge of the cock-head slip inside his ass-ring. He stopped descending, allowing his violated ass-hole to adjust to the invasion of cock.
"You okay?" Dean asked, noticing how Adam's face was contorting in pain.
"No. But I love it anyhow," Adam said, forcing a strained grin.
It was soon obvious to Dean that the youngster was loving it. Adam's horse-cock was lifting and swelling to a colossal hard-on while he paused. The older boy watched Adam's prick grow and stiffen until it was thrusting upward, trembling for attention.
"I gotta admit," Dean smiled as he curled his fingers around Adam's prick, "that's one hell of a cock for a kid your age." He began to jack Adam's big fucker slowly, his gaze transfixed on the big, shiny cock-knob.
"You wouldn't really want that big thing up your ass, would you?" Adam asked, needing to hear Dean's denial.
"Nawww," Dean drawled, curling his upper lip sexily as he stroked Adam's huge prick. "I probably couldn't have handled it if we'd tried, anyway. I'll just beat you off while I fuck you."
"Ummmmm," Adam moaned as he descended further down along the older boy's cock-shaft. "That feels good."
"I bet it feels better for me," Dean murmured, his fist flying up and down the boy's prick-lance while hot ass-guts surrounded his own cock. "God, your little ass is hot and tight!"
Slowly, Adam brought his knees to the carpet and leaned back, completely impaling his ass on Dean's cock. Reaching behind himself, the boy grasped the big stud's muscular calves to support his weight. Then he began lurching his hips, fucking his ass up and down on Dean's up-thrust prick. While he fucked, he thrilled to the sensation of Dean's hot hand skimming up and down his cock.
"Oh, God! That's it!" the ecstatic young boy cried out, once again turning on to the incredible sensation of having his ass-guts churned by a big cock. "Yeahhhhhh! Oh, shit! Your cock feels so fuckin' good up my ass. Damn, I just love it!"
Dean grinned, amused at the way ass-fucking sent Adam into such a frenzy. The delirious youngster was throwing his head back, fucking his ass wildly on the cock as his tongue lolled from the corner of his open mouth. Dean could tell the boy was going into a blissful high that could only intensify the pleasure for both of them.
Soon Adam was bouncing frantically on the older boy's prick. His blonde hair flew as he switched his head wildly from side to side, shaking his head like a mop. Glistening beads of sweat formed on the kid's naked body as he writhed and undulated, swinging his hips in circular motions and churning his ass-guts on the deeply embedded cock-lance. Overwhelmed with insane fuck-lust, Adam seemed to be actually trying to hurt himself on Dean's big prick.
"Yeah, that's it!" Dean gasped, thrilling now to the erotic sensations induced by the boy's gyrating ass on his cock. "Yeah! Get down and fuck, man! Fuck on my big cock! Uh-huh!"
Delighted by Dean's approval, Adam was driven to greater heights of ecstasy. He began to thrust his hips to such an extent that Dean's thick cock-knob emerged from his ass-hole with every forward lurch, then he fucked back onto the cock-shaft so quickly it never missed his ass-hole. Lewd slurping sounds emanated from the young boy's well-churned ass as the big prick fucked in and out.
"Man! You're somethin' else," Dean said as he began to jack Adam's rock-hard cock faster.
Adam's slender hips became a blur as he fucked himself frenziedly on his hero's up-thrust prick. His hairless pink balls slapped rapidly into Dean's pubic hair, and perspiration from his young body dripped onto the big so stud's muscular belly and thighs. Adam's fine blonde hair was sopping wet and now clung to his scalp, making him look remarkably different than he had a few minutes earlier.
"Hey, I'm about to cum!" Dean blurted, humping his hips upward and fucking his cock deeply into Adam's hot ass-guts. He gasped, holding his mouth open as he kept jacking Adam's cock.
"Me too!" Adam cried in a raspy voice, his pupils dilating as his prick began to burn and tingle with his imminent climax.
Then, abruptly and without premeditation, Adam fell forward and clamped his mouth over Dean's gaping mouth. Impulsively, he snaked his tongue into the older boy's mouth. Dean accepted the wanton kiss, sucking on Adam's tongue while he blasted the boy's ass full of hot cum. And he kept pumping Adam's cock rapidly while they kissed.
An instant later, stimulated to climax by the flood of hot jizz being fucked up his ass, Adam blew his wad.
While the two youths kissed and fucked, Dean felt Adam's cum-load gushing onto his belly, filling the depression of his navel and running down one side of his waist in a warm glacier of slow-moving jism. Wrapping his powerful arms around Adam's back, Dean pulled the youngster down. Puddles of cum squished between their bodies as they came together. Adam could feel Dean's big cock softening and shrinking within his ass-guts, and he felt warm fuck-juice trickling down from his ass-hole and coating his hairless balls.
When their lust had subsided, the two boys' mouths parted. They avoided looking directly into one another's eyes.
Adam, feeling warm and secure within Dean's strong arms, remained lying atop him, resting his head in the hollow of his buddy's shoulder. He could see the big yellow surfboard on the floor nearby and he kept looking at it. The board was the extra large type the surfers called big guns, the kind used only by the real he-men of the big waves. Adam saw the board as symbolic of Dean's wonderful manliness.
Staring at the surfboard, Adam clenched his ass, causing Dean's flaccid cock to pop from his butt with a slurping sound. A copious flow of cum followed, drooling from the boy's abused ass-hole and trickling down onto Dean's hairy balls.
"Yea Hammond!" Adam cheered, breaking the strained silence.
"You nitwit!" Dean laughed, slapping the youngster's cute ass playfully.
CHAPTER FOUR
Adam stood on the front porch in his jean cut-offs, watching Dean trudge away across the sand, headed for the water with his surfboard. The studly senior looked so sexy in his skimpy red Speedo briefs that Adam was tempted to chase after him and beg for another round of fucking. But the boy restrained himself, feeling certain there would be another time.
Going back inside, Adam opened the living room draperies and stood at the window, rubbing his cock-bulge. He and Dean had showered together after their hot fuck-session, and the horny youngster had been sporting a hard-on ever since. But Dean was anxious to get some surfing in while the waves were good ... and he seemed a little embarrassed after his surprising response to Adam's kiss.
Adam decided he would wander down on the beach and get some sun while he watched
Dean and the other guys surfing. He went upstairs to his room and dug out his swimsuit. Stepping out of his shorts, the boy caught a glimpse of his naked young body in the mirror. His long prick was standing out, halfway hard, curving downward slightly. Watching himself in the mirror, Adam began to stroke his big cock, causing it to swell.
The boy could hardly believe he was still so horny after the incredible fuck he'd just had with Dean! Jacking his cock faster, he reached back and jabbed two fingers up his well-fucked ass-hole. He was tempted now to get dressed and head for that rest room down the beach, the one where he had been arrested. He knew there would be guys hanging around there with hard cocks he could suck. Now that he had sucked Dean Hammond's cock, Adam hungered for more cock.
Fucking his fingers roughly into his flabby ass-hole, the boy was seized by an overwhelming need for another prick to fuck his hot ass. He knew he might find that, too, in a public john. But the danger of arrest caused him to hesitate-he knew he couldn't bear to go through that kind of hassle again. So he decided to go ahead and beat his cock-meat and make himself cum hard, hoping that shooting off another cum-load might relax him and bring an end to the gnawing, compulsive fuck-lust he felt.
Continuing to jerk his prick, Adam looked around his room for something-anything-to stick up his ass. His small fingers were inadequate to fill the gaping void left by Dean's cock.
Then, suddenly, the aroused youngster had an interesting idea ... he wondered if he might be able to fuck his own ass.
Moving back before the mirror, the slender youth used his hands to bend his long prick downward, testing to see if his cock-shaft could be bent past his balls and curved back between his legs. He quickly discovered his hairless balls were in the way. But then he found that if he pushed his balls to one side and pressed his prick-shaft downward to the other side it was possible to bend his cock underneath his crotch and actually touch his ass-hole with his cock-head. But it wasn't easy and his hard prick resisted the severe bending.
Still, Adam decided excitedly, it seemed well within the realm of possibility that he might be able to fuck his own ass-or at least fuck the head of his prick into his loose ass-hole and cum that way. He had never heard of anyone doing such a thing, but then there were a lot of things he had never heard of until recently. So he decided to try fucking himself.
Soon the boy realized that standing up wasn't the best way in which to accomplish the feat. Determined to get his cock into his own ass, he went to his bed and lay down on his back. Planting his feet flat on the bed, Adam spread his knees apart and used both hands to bend his long horse-cock down toward his ass-hole.
The head of his cock came in contact with his sensitive, anxious ass-hole. He pressed hard with his fingers and it seemed as if it might work-but not quite. His prick was certainly long enough, but the shower had left his ass-hole clean and dry. He decided he needed some lubrication.
Rushing to the bathroom, the boy found a tube of suntan lotion. As he took it from the medicine cabinet, he happened to notice the hand-mirror on the counter. Grabbing the mirror, he returned to his bed.
Assuming his previous position, Adam used the mirror to view his hairless ass-crevice and his pinkish ass-hole. He lifted his legs, drawing his knees back near his chest, exposing the coral-colored inner flesh of his recently fucked ass-hole. Continuing to observe his ass in the hand-mirror, Adam brought the tube of sun-tan lotion to his gaping fuck-hole and squirted the soothing balm onto the reddened flesh. Then he smeared the lotion around the outer edges of his ass-ring, lubricating his ass thoroughly.
Keeping his legs drawn up, the youngster held the mirror with one hand while he used the other to press his resisting cock-lance down toward his ass-hole. His cock-head came in contact once again with the sensitive flesh of his ass. He smeared the rubbery cock-knob into the slippery lotion around his excited ass-hole, which seemed to be gulping in anticipation.
Adam's intense concentration worked in his favor, causing his prick to soften slightly. The cock-shaft now bent downward more easily and he was able to press the head of his cock into his squishy ass-hole.
"Eeeewwww!" the wildly aroused boy squealed, thrilling to the bizarre sensation of feeling his own cock fucking into his ass.
Tugging and pushing with his fingers, he soon had the flared head of his cock fucked inside his slippery ass-hole. His greasy ass-ring was clamped around his thick cock-shaft just past the ridge of the prick-knob.
Adam's cock began to swell and lengthen again, threatening to spring free of his slimy fuck-hole. But he used his fingers to prevent that and was even able to force a bit more of his prick into his ass.
"Ohhhh, fuck!" the surprised youngster murmured, seeing in the mirror that his prick-knob and a small portion of the cock-shaft were securely embedded within his clasping ass-hole. "Christ, that feels weird!"
Tossing the hand-mirror aside, Adam used both hands to grasp his bent cock-shaft. Cautiously, he began to slowly fuck his cock in and out, delighting in the sensation of feeling his ridged cock-knob pass in and out of his own ass-hole. It was an extraordinary sensation, fucking himself that way, and the boy became insanely aroused.
"Fuck my ass ... fuck my ass ... fuck my ass!" he chanted as if in a hypnotic trance while he used his fingers to repeatedly cram his cock-head into his hot ass. "Oh, shit! It feels so fuckin' great!"
Within moments, Adam was jabbing his cock in and out of his quivering ass at a furious rate. The lotion he had lubricated himself with caused his ass to emit obscene slurping noises as he fucked himself in a frenzy of self-abuse. The lewd sounds only heightened his fuck-lust, causing him to plunge his prick more roughly into his ass. He pulled and tugged at his cock, frustrated because it was impossible to fuck more of his big prick up his ass.
Lying on his back with his legs doubled back against his chest, the lonely young boy fucked himself senseless, thrilled into a state of erotic bliss by the naughtiness of fucking his own ass with his horse-prick.
Suddenly-and sooner than he had anticipated-Adam felt his balls drawing up tightly against his groin. His cock tingled and burned hotly as his cum-load surged through the severely bent prick-shaft and burst forth within his ass.
"Ohmigod! Aaahhh!" the contorted youngster cried out as he felt his hot spurts of cum flooding his own ass-guts.
It was the most extraordinary erotic experience Adam had ever had. He inadvertently gave himself a double thrill when his climax caused his sphincter muscle to convulse spastically on his cock. The convulsive squeezes of his ass-ring only served to further excite his cum-gushing cock, increasing the intensity of his ejaculation. It was the biggest cum of the boy's life.
After the last spurts of jizz had subsided, Adam lowered his legs slowly, planting the soles of his feet on the mattress. He was still holding his cock down, plugging his cum-filled ass-hole. Breathing hard, his pulse pounding in the aftermath of his fantastic climax, he finally released his grip on his prick.
His big cum-slimed cock popped from his ass-hole and flipped upward, arcing over and slapping against his belly. The abruptness of the cock's flight from the ass-hole sent drops of pearly cum flying. A few small blobs of cum splattered Adam's chest and his handsome young face. Some of his huge cum-load leaked from his lewdly stretched ass-hole, dribbling onto the bedspread.
Adam lapped his tongue out to one side, licking up a drop of jism that had landed on his cheek near his mouth. Tasting his warm cum, he thought again of Dean Hammond. Although he had thoroughly enjoyed having the big stud fuck his ass earlier that day, he regretted not having taken his buddy's cum-load in his mouth. He hoped an opportunity to drink Dean's cum would arise soon.
The young boy had yet to take a load of cum in his mouth, but he knew it was only a matter of time. He had often tasted his own jism on his fingers and he'd had a small sample of Dean's cum on his tongue. And he figured it was, after all, only a small step from sucking cock and licking ass to eating cum. He already knew what cum tasted like, the only difference would be a matter of quantity. A mouthful of Dean's jizz would probably taste about the same as a drop of it had, Adam deduced.
Without being consciously aware of what he was doing, Adam began to fondle his prick again while he thought about having his mouth pumped full of Dean Hammond's delicious cum. He was amazed when, a minute later, he found his cock hard and throbbing once again in his hand. His revived prick was already drooling a fresh slick of pre-cum that glistened on the big pinkish cock-knob.
His first thought was to fuck himself again-it had been fun! But then he decided against that. He had been daydreaming about receiving a mouthful of cum, so he quickly decided to initiate himself with his own fuck-juice. He figured that if he threw up, at least he wouldn't be embarrassed by witnesses to his clumsy first attempt at swallowing a mouthful of jizz. And, this way he would know what to expect on that glorious occasion when Dean would fuck his sucking mouth full of hot cum.
Adam told himself it was in the nature of an experiment, to test his cum-eating ability. He knew that if he could successfully drink his own cum-load, he would certainly have no trouble swallowing the cum of a good-looking hunk like Dean Hammond.
The naive youth soon discovered, however, that sucking his own prick was more easily imagined than actually accomplished. Despite the great length of his monstrous fucker, he found it impossible to assume any position in which he could bring his cock-tip in contact with his waiting lips. Even when he got upside down against the wall and lowered his crotch toward his face, his cock fell short of reaching his mouth. By straining almost to the point of breaking his back, he could stick out his tongue and barely touch the tip of his cock ... but that was a far cry from the delightful blow-job he had intended to administer to his big prick.
Adam rolled over onto the floor, his neck and back aching from the futile effort. He lay there for a few minutes, jacking off and trying to imagine some way in which he might force his body to bend double. But there simply was no way, he wasn't that limber.
Finally admitting defeat, Adam couldn't give up the notion of filling his mouth with his own cum-only as a training exercise, of course.
He decided the only way he was going to shoot his wad into his own mouth was to get upside down against the wall again and beat off, allowing the cum to gush through the air, traversing the short distance between his cock-ti and his lips and filling his mouth. He figured he could get most of his cum-load into his mouth that way.
Clambering back into his preposterous upside-down position against the wall, most of his weight resting on his bony shoulders, the boy began to jack off in earnest. It felt strange to him as he beat his cock-meat upside down that way. His velvety balls, draping toward his face, jiggled merrily. His cock-head was only a couple of inches from his mouth and sparkling droplets of clear pre-cum were already emerging from the piss-slit. He ran his fingers over his prick-knob, smearing the glossy slime over his entire cock-lance as he jacked off frantically.
"Eat my cum, cock-sucker!" Adam rasped, taking perverse pleasure in being able to refer to himself as a cock-sucker without shame. "Open your fucking mouth and take my jizz, you cock-sucker!"
The hotly aroused youngster reveled in degrading himself as he waited anxiously to receive the first spurts of his own fuck-juice. And he didn't have to wait long. He had psyched himself up to such a fever pitch that he climaxed almost immediately.
Adam's wide-open mouth was ready when his cock began belching viscous streams of cum. Aiming his prick at his mouth, the youth hosed down the cavity of his mouth with his own cum. It was a unique experience for him, watching the piss-slit of his prick gape open ... seeing the first blast of jizz erupt from the clefted head of his cock ... seeing the arcing streams of cum headed for his mouth like white comets ... feeling the warm jism gush over his tongue and into his throat ... tasting the delicious cum fresh from his own cock.
Once again, the wildly horny kid's tireless young balls produced an incredible flow of cum. It was his third cum of the day, and there was still no lessening in the quantity of jizz his big prick spewed out.
Adam's mouth filled rapidly with warm sticky cum. Determined to take it all, he kept his cum-spouting cock aimed at his mouth, even when he began to gurgle and choke on the massive amount of jism he had already shot into his mouth. As the force of his cum-blasts began to subside, the last few spurts missed his open mouth and splashed onto his face, leaving glistening snail trails on his cheeks and chin. A glob of jism landed in his left eye, matting his lashes so that, as he blinked, tiny glittering spider webs of cum dangled before his pupil.
The youth wallowed his tongue, causing billowing waves of cum to emerge and flow from the corners of his lips, running down onto his neck. Then, after he had swallowed the bulk of his cum-load, he savored the flavor of his jism, delighted by the slightly salty taste that reminded him vaguely of cashew nuts.
Still propped upside down against the wall, his long slender legs waving crazily in mid-air, Adam decided cum was, indeed, delicious.
And, even as he finished swallowing his own jizz, he realized he would require a steady supply of that wonderful cock-nectar in the future-preferably from more interesting sources than his own prick.
Adam squeezed his withering cock, dribbling a few more drops of cum into his mouth...
"Aaaaiiiieeeeee!"
A woman's piercing scream nearly startled the boy out of his wits. It was his mother. She had opened the door and walked into Adam's room-not realizing he was home-and found her adorable son upside down against the wall with cum all over his face, shaking his limp prick at his gaping mouth.
"Ralph!" she screeched toward the open doorway. "Get up here! I want you to see this-it's horrible! Hurry!"
CHAPTER FIVE
Free again at last, Adam Devlin was on the prowl for cock. Clad only in his frayed jean cut-offs and carrying a beach towel, the young boy pranced along Ocean Front Walk, headed for Santa Monica. It was a beautiful sunny day, and there was a good crowd on the beach. The sidewalk swarmed with Los Angeles residents seeking relief from a hot dry wind blowing off the desert.
After nearly a month of virtual captivity in his home, the youth had finally been released on his honor by his parents so he could get out and enjoy the nice weather.
Since Adam had been caught eating his own cum, there had been the usual recriminations between his mother and father regarding the quality of his upbringing. And there had been another round of psychological counseling. The witch doctor had officially declared the youngster emotionally retarded, absolving his parents of any blame of his bizarre behavior.
As for Adam, he thought it was an outrage that a guy couldn't even eat his own cum in the privacy of his bedroom without creating an international incident. And he had told his parents and the psychiatrist as much. Adam felt it was a perfectly natural thing for a boy to do. And he had become embittered, feeling the adults were trying to take all the joy out of life for him.
During his long confinement, Adam had secretly shot his cum-load into his mouth on numerous occasions and-lacking the company of another guy-he had fucked himself nearly every night after he went to bed. He shuddered at what his parents would have thought, had they known he was fucking his own ass. But nobody had been any the wiser, and fucking himself had kept him from climbing the walls with unrelieved fuck-lust.
Now Adam was bored with fucking himself and eating his own cum, and he was determined to snag some hunky stud on his first day of freedom. He was hotter than hell and he wanted to suck the cum out of somebody else's prick for a change-something he still hadn't done. Unfortunately, Dean Hammond was vacationing in Oregon with his family, so his beautiful cock wasn't available at his critical time in Adam's evolution as a cock-sucker.
Adam feasted his eyes on all the scantily clad young men along Ocean Front Walk. The boys of Venice-never prone to be shy-were on parade in everything from tiny bikinis to revealingly shredded cut-offs. But they were all hurrying about, most of them laughing and talking with companions, and young Adam felt as if he were invisible.
Passing by the public rest room where he had been arrested, he slowed his pace, wanting to go inside, but fearing the possibility of drastic consequences. He walked on past the John, forcing his feet to take each forward step, feeling irresistibly drawn to the spot where his obsession with pricks had begun.
Walking very slowly past the rest room, Adam seriously considered the risks. But he knew another arrest would be intolerable. Although he now held the enviable position of licensed lunatic as a result of the psychiatrist's diagnosis, and didn't have to explain anything to anybody, he didn't want to put his parents through such a shocking ordeal again. They had suffered far more than he had.
Still, the lure of such easily available sex wasn't without its appeal. He knew there were probably hard cocks inside the John at that very moment, just waiting for a hot mouth to suck them. And his mouth was hot...
Abruptly, Adam saw a cock.
He only glimpsed it for an instant as the brawny stud passed him, walking in the opposite direction. But he was certain he had seen the guy's bare cock-head dangling in plain sight below the leg of his faded green gym shorts. Adam spun around and began following the guy.
Falling in step right behind the big muscle-bound stud, Adam tailed him at close range. The boy hadn't gotten a good look at his face-he'd been so startled by the cock-but from behind the guy looked sexy as hell. He was tall and massively built. And his gym shorts were almost too short, exposing his ass-cheeks as he walked. His tight-fitting red T-shirt revealed bulging muscles and he had the arms of a weight lifter.
Fascinated by the big guy's fantastic physique-and by the fact that this cock was hanging out beneath the leg of his shorts-Adam tried to think of some way to approach him. He knew it might be dangerous, but certainly not as dangerous as fucking in a public john!
The stud was strutting along in long steady strides, walking in a surprisingly graceful manner for such a massively built guy. Adam couldn't take his eyes off the big hunk's powerful legs; the muscles in his legs seemed to ripple as he walked. His legs were moderately hairy, and Adam liked that. He had beautiful, soft-looking brown hair, and Adam noticed that even the back of his neck looked strong and manly.
The boy began to wonder if he had only imagined he glimpsed the gorgeous hunk's cock-head a few moments before. He purposely dropped his beach towel and quickly stooped to pick it up. And, sure enough, even from behind the guy Adam could see his bare prick swinging merrily between his legs.
Grabbing his towel and hurrying to catch up,, Adam made up his mind to risk it. He wanted to suck the cum from some gorgeous stud's cock, and he figured this guy was about as gorgeous as he waslikely to find. Walking briskly and falling in step alongside the exhibitionistic stud, Adam brazenly looked him up and down at close range. He stared at the guy's handsome face for a moment, judging him to be in his late twenties.
When the fellow kept up his fast pace through the crowd on the sidewalk, Adam realized drastic measures would be required to capture his attention.
"Hey, mister!" Adam said, tugging at the guy's massive arm. "Did ,you know your cock's showing?"
"What?" the guy gasped indignantly, stopping in his tracks.
"Your cock's hanging out!" Adam pointed to the fellow's crotch, where his big cock-head was, indeed, dangling in plain sight.
"I know it is," the guy said under his breath. "But I find it very gauche of you to mention it." He spoke with a thick French accent, in a soft gentle voice that seemed incongruous with his brawny appearance.
"You've got great muscles," Adam said admiringly, still hanging onto the big stud's bulging bicep. "And you're pretty, too!" The boy was looking directly into the guy's amber-colored eyes.
"Go away, little boy," the studly stranger said brusquely, "before your outrageous behavior gets both of us in trouble." He brushed Adam's hand from his arm with disdain and began walking again.
"You talk funny," Adam said, sticking by his side as he weaved his way through the crowd. "Where're you from?"
"Paris," the guy answered without looking at Adam.
"You want your cock sucked?"
The hunky Frenchman stopped dead again, looking down at the towheaded boy in utter amazement.
"Certainly not!" he snapped, even while his eyes scanned the boy's slender body. "Whatever makes you go about saying such things to strangers? Are you mad?"
"No," Adam said. "Just horny as hell." He was licking his lips lasciviously and looking at the beautiful guy's cock-tip where it hung beneath the leg of his sjiorts. "I know you're cruising ... that's why you're showing your cock."
"Leave me alone, little boy!" the Frenchman said vehemently. "And I mean it." He glared at Adam. "Don't bother me again."
As the tall stud walked away, Adam stood there for a moment, biting his lower lip. He didn't like being called a little boy. But he wasn't ready to give up. He had detected a flicker of interest in the guy's eyes when they were talking. He began to follow the Frenchman again, remaining at considerable distance and concealing himself in the throng of people along the beachfront walkway. Pouting, but determined to suck that Herculean hunk's cock, the youngster trailed him southward toward Marina del Rey.
After the guy stopped and bought some orange juice, he went into a vacant picnic ramada on the beach and sat down in the shade to drink his juice. Adam decided to take advantage of the relative privacy of the small ramada and try again.
Walking quickly into the ramada, Adam pretended to stumble and fell right between the handsome stud's sprawled legs, grabbing for his crotch and getting a handful of bare cock.
"Oh! Pardon me!" Adam said, falling to his knees and hanging onto the guy's prick.
"Good Lord!" the stud exclaimed, glancing around to see if anybody was watching this outlandish performance. "You're too wild, boy." He forcefully removed Adam's hand from his cock and tried futilely to stuff his cock up inside his gym shorts. "What on earth makes you act this way?"
Adam stood up and dusted his knees off. "What makes you run around with your cock hanging out? Are you gay?"
The guy couldn't help smiling at the youngster's brashness. He patted the bench beside himself. "Sit down here and behave yourself."
"Well?" Adam said impatiently as he seated himself. "Aren't you gay, too?"
"We are, I think, kindred spirits," the Frenchman answered slowly, turning the youth on even more with his sexy accent. "But you're much too young, my friend. Perhaps you should go home, drink lots of milk and jack off every day ... and call me in a few years. All right?"
His words crushed Adam. The boy's upper lip began to tremble and moisture welled up in his pale gray eyes.
"All I wanted was to give you a fuckin' blow-job," the boy sniffled, embarrassed by his convulsively jerking chest.
The big beautiful stud stretched his leg out and crossed one ankle over the other, which caused his cock-head and a bulge of hairy balls to emerge from his gym shorts. Then he folded his arms against his brawny chest and shook his head, muttering in French under his breath.
"Are you talking dirty?" Adam asked, looking at the guy's crotch from the corners of his eyes.
"No," he said, "but I'm getting around to it any minute now." He squeezed his powerful thighs together, causing even more of his furry ball-meat to push from within his tight shorts.
Realizing the guy was exposing his cock and balls for his benefit, Adam pulled himself together and scooted closer. Then he reached over and rubbed the stud's hairy balls with his fingertips while he pressed his thumb to his bare cock-tip. The boy felt the cock-head respond instantly as it began to swell under his soft touch.
The handsome hunk muttered something else in French, but made no move to restrain Adam this time.
"What?" Adam asked, watching with wide eyes as the cock in his hand grew and began to snake from beneath the guy's shorts.
The Frenchman turned his head toward Adam and grinned. "I said I never thought of myself as a chicken hawk before."
"Neither did I," Adam said, having no idea what it meant. He had a handful of raging hard prick now, and that was all he cared about.
The big stud smiled indulgently and glanced about nervously. Even though the ramada's low wall concealed the lower parts of their bodies from passersby, he knew it was a dangerous situation. But being seduced by such a young boy had the Frenchman too excited to control himself.
"This is insane," the beautiful guy said, even as he ran his hand over Adam's slender leg and grasped his swelling cock-bulge.
"What's your name?" Adam asked, feeling strangely small and boyish in the presence of such a big man.
"Jean-Paul Montclaire ... and yours?"
"Adam Devlin." The boy began jacking the pulsing prick in his hand, amazed at the incredible size of the hardened cock-lance. "Jean-Paul ... that's a neat name."
"Everyone in France is named Jean-Paul," the guy laughed, feeling the youngster's cock-bulge throbbing through the denim.
Leaning over, Adam lovingly handled Jean-Paul's huge prick and furry balls with one hand while he stroked his powerful legs with the other. "You've got great legs, man!"
"I'm a professional ice skater," the French stud said as he caressed Adam's smooth belly. "The work I do builds strong legs."
"You work over at The Crystal Palace?" Adam asked. He was hoping the guy would reach inside his cut-offs and hold his cock.
Instead, Jean-Paul ran his hand around the boy's slim waist and down inside the back of his shorts, squeezing roughly at a firm young ass-cheeks.
"I teach skating there in the summer," he said, probing into the youngster's hairless ass-crevice with his fingers and luxuriating under the soft hands manipulating his big cock. "During the winter, I go on tour with Ice Capades."
"Eeewwww!" Adam squealed as he felt Jean-Paul's fingers in his ass-crack, touching his sensitive ass-hole. "That's exciting!"
"Not really," Jean-Paul shrugged, glancing around to be sure nobody was paying attention. "It's just a job. No big money. But I love to skate, so I stick with it."
Adam spied a droplet of pre-cum emerging from the big stud's piss-slit. Completely absorbed in the huge prick in his hand, he leaned down, intending to lick the glistening cock-tip.
"No!" Jean-Paul blurted, pushing the cock-hungry youngster away. "Not here, Adam. Good grief! Have you no sense of propriety?"
"What?" Adam looked around, realizing his friend was right. This was definitely no place for cock-sucking-right out in full view of hundreds of beach-goers. It was a miracle nobody had noticed him jacking the skater's big cock in the ramada. "Oh, yeah ... I guess I got carried away. You got any place we could go?"
Jean-Paul stuffed his rigid prick back inside his gym shorts, pushing it into an upright position. The cock-head thrust out above the elastic waistband. He arranged his long cock-lance at an angle toward his hip, which was the only position in which it could be concealed.
"You've got almost more cock than you do pants," Adam observed with a grin. "Not that I'm complaining!" The horny boy couldn't keep his hands off the handsome Frenchman. He began to caress Jean-Paul's muscular thigh.
"Stop it!" Jean-Paul said impatiently. "I want my cock to go down so we can leave. And that won't happen with you pawing at me that way."
"Where are we leaving to?" Adam asked, forcing himself to keep his hands off his sexy companion.
"I think I will hate myself for this tomorrow, but ... I live nearby ... I want to take you home with me." He looked at Adam and saw the youngster smiling with satisfaction. "I suppose your scandalous behavior always gets you what you want, eh?"
"I don't know," Adam shrugged. "I never wanted so much till lately."
"You're cute, Adam," the studly Frenchman smiled, patting the boy's bare leg. "Crazy, but cute!"
Jean-Paul's cock finally softened enough so they could leave the ramada without creating a scandal. After walking a few blocks farther south, they turned off Ocean Front Walk onto Catalina Court. It wasn't a street, but a narrow walkway between rows of old two-story houses and shabby beach cottages. There was a bleak, austere look to the neighborhood. They climbed a dilapidated wooden stairway on the side of a gray building.
The attic served as Jean-Paul's apartment, but it was clean and attractively decorated.
"Forgive me for bringing you to a garret," Jean-Paul apologized as he closed the door. "But this is home when I'm not on tour with the ice show." He glanced around at the cramped quarters, as if ashamed. "It is all I can afford."
"Hell, I didn't come to see your apartment," Adam smiled, grabbing anxiously for the lower edges of Jean-Paul's gym shorts. "I came to see you, man." He yanked the guy's shorts down to his knees. "And I want to see all of you-you big-cocked stud!"
CHAPTER SIX
When Adam yanked Jean-Paul's gym shorts down to his knees his prick sprang outward, swaying ponderously. Before the Frenchman could respond, the aggressive youngster grabbed his hardening cock with one hand and cupped his hairy balls with the other. Dropping quickly to his knees, Adam held the massive cock-lance near his cute face.
"Shit! You're so neat!" the horny kid enthused as he rubbed the spongy head of the cock across his soft lips. "You're so fuckin' pretty it's unreal."
Jean-Paul reached down and lifted the boy upward, pulling him into his embrace. Still grasping the colossal cock, Adam looked small and frail hugged against the Frenchman's big brawny body.
"This urgent need to suck a cock that is driving you mad, Adam..." Jean-Paul squeezed the boy with his massive arms and kissed the top of his blonde head. "I once suffered such a malady when I was about your age." He used his hand to tilt Adam's face so he could look into his gray eyes. "I think you have never really been with a man before. Am I right?"
Grasping the big guy's rock-hard prick, Adam reached around and rubbed his hard manly buns, loving the feel of the hair in the crevice of his ass.
"I've been fucked in the butt ... and I sucked off a buddy from school," the boy admitted. "But I never have taken a guy's cum-load in my mouth." He rubbed the dampening tip of Jean-Paul's big fucker. "That's what I want from you-for you to shoot your cum into my mouth!"
When Adam said that, he felt the brawny ice skater's cock jerk in his hand.
"That is what I want also-to fuck my cum into your mouth," Jean-Paul said with a lewd grin. "And I think I will enjoy this more than you, my young friend." The idea of being the first man to cum in this sweet youngster's mouth filled the Frenchman with lustful anticipation.
Pulling away from Adam's grasp, Jean-Paul peeled his red T-shirt over his head and tossed it aside. "Get yourself naked, too," he said as he kicked his gym shorts off.
Adam stepped out of his cut-offs and underwear. The boy's horse-prick was partially hard, dangling hugely between his lithe, smooth legs. Jean-Paul looked surprised to see that such a young boy sported such a monstrous cock. They admired each other's naked sexiness for a moment.
"You're very cute," Jean-Paul whispered, reaching out and curling his big fingers around Adam's rapidly stiffening prick.
Shivers raced down Adam's spine. The thought of being called cute by a guy he knew had to be one of the most gorgeous studs in the world thrilled the youngster. He wanted to squeal and dance with joy, but he restrained himself, remembering how such behavior had almost repulsed Dean Hammond.
"You're the first grown man I've ever wanted to suck," Adam murmured, peering into Jean-Paul's flashing amber eyes. He was so overcome with the guy's sexiness he thought he might just melt. Dean had been terribly exciting, but he was still a high school boy. This guy was all man!
Anxious to get on with the cock-sucking, Adam pressed his face against Jean-Paul's massive chest, swirling his tongue in the light patch of brown hair between his bulging pectoral mounds. Moving quickly, he ran his tongue down the hunky skater's scalloped abdomen, following a trail of dark hair down past his navel, licking downward across his flat belly and into his lush brown crotch thicket.
Jean-Paul held Adam's head lightly with his hands as the boy licked around the base of his pulsing prick, which was standing upward and jerking with excitement.
"Do you want to go on the bed?" Jean-Paul asked, running his fingers through Adam's blonde hair.
"No," Adam said, licking upward along the length of his huge cock-lance. "Just stand here this way and let me suck you off."
The youth settled onto his knees as he took Jean-Paul's thick cock-head into his mouth, laving the cock-knob with his tongue while he grasped the base of the prick-shaft. With his other hand, he caressed the big stud's hairy balls, loving the manliness represented by such heavy, furry balls.
Jean-Paul gasped as Adam's ovaled lips slipped down over his heavily veined cock-lance.
Adam felt the massive cock-head strike the back of his throat but the thick base of the prick-shaft remained outside the grasp of his clinging lips. He wanted all of the big cock in his mouth. He bobbed his head a few times, trying to force the cock-head into his small throat-but there was no way. Jean-Paul's big fucker was far larger than Dean's cock, and Adam soon decided that getting his lips down to the hairy base of that monstrous prick was a physical impossibility.
Jean-Paul, however, wasn't convinced it would be so difficult to fuck all of his prick into the young boy's throat. He was turning on with rapidly mounting fuck-lust, and his gentle nature soon gave way to rough aggressiveness.
The brawny Frenchman grabbed Adam's head and began force-fucking the boy's face onto his gigantic cock.
Feeling as if his head were being used as a battering ram, Adam grasped Jean-Paul's muscular thighs and tried to get leverage in an effort to lessen the severity of the rough face-fticking. But the big stud was as strong as an ox and Adam's attempts at resistance were futile.
The Frenchman stood still, pushing and pulling vigorously on Adam's head, almost as if jacking off with the youngster's mouth rather than his own fist.
Realizing the big cock would soon be fucked down his throat one way or another, Adam rose to his feet, bending over and aligning his neck with the angle of the thrusting cock to facilitate things and make it easier on himself. When he did that, Jean-Paul pulled his face right down onto his prick, driving the boy's nose into his dense crotch hair and fucking the head of his cock into the tight confines of his convulsing throat.
Adam was shocked senseless. Every last inch of the big stud's super-cock was in his throat, cutting off his breathing and triggering wrenching gagging sensations. He felt the rumble of vomit at the back of his throat, but there was no way the burning fluid could come up, since his throat was plugged with prick.
The choking youth struggled to pull back, but Jean-Paul's strong hands held his head fast, keeping the massive cock fucked into his spasming throat. Suddenly fearing he might actually lose consciousness, Adam pounded hard on the guy's hips as he squirmed to pull free of his vise-like grip.
After a few seconds-seconds that seemed an eternity to Adam-his head was released.
Adam came up off the cock with a rattling, gurgling sound in his throat and fell backward onto the floor. He was sucking in air, making rasping sounds as he fought back the vomit that tried to surge up into his mouth. He was choking violently and his face was flushed.
Jean-Paul watched in surprise as the youngster coughed and wheezed, finally lying back and relaxing somewhat as he caught his breath.
"I'm sorry, Adam," Jean-Paul said as he knelt beside him and stroked his forehead gently. "I guess I got carried away."
"I loved it!" Adam gasped between deep breaths.
"You really are mad!" Jean-Paul laughed, lying flat on his stomach and kissing the boy's heaving belly. "But delightfully mad." He began to lick up and down Adam's flaccid cock, lapping his tongue around his hairless pink balls as the limp prick began to swell.
Adam's panting subsided gradually and his cock expanded to rigidity as he felt the guy's tongue licking up and down the sensitive underside of his cock-shaft. Jean-Paul sucked Adam's cock into his hot mouth and began to slide his sucking lips up and down the boy's hard-on. While he sucked the cock, he lovingly handled the delicate boy-balls with his big hands.
"Ooooh, damn!" Adam sighed. "That feels great." He spread his long slender legs and raised his knees.
Jean-Paul responded to Adam's new position by licking down past his balls and into his hairless ass-crack. Breathing hotly into the youth's ass-crevice, the excited stud drove his tongue against his sensitive ass-hole. As the boy writhed and gasped, Jean-Paul fucked his tongue wetly into his tiny ass-hole.
Adam reached out and grasped Jean-Paul's stiff, throbbing cock, caressing it anxiously. "Man, I'd sure like to have that big prick of yours fucked up my butt," the boy whispered. "But I want your cum in my mouth."
"One thing at a time, my young friend," Jean-Paul murmured into Adam's squirming ass.
When he took Adam's hard cock back into his mouth, Jean-Paul maneuvered his crotch over the boy's face. He was on his hands and knees now, straddling Adam's head. Lowering his hips, he fucked his long prick into the youth's waiting mouth, taking care to avoid fucking too deeply into his throat this time. While he gently fucked Adam's mouth, he lowered his own mouth onto Adam's upstanding prick. Then, while they sixty-nined that way, their hands moved sensuously, exploring hard muscles, soft curves, naked flesh and crinkly balls.
Young Adam was in his glory, lying on his back with a real he-man's prick fucking down into his mouth while he grasped the guy's big firm ass-cheeks with both hands. Jean-Paul's hairy balls dangled excitingly against his nose, and Adam knew those big man-balls were filled with hot cum that would soon be pumped into his sucking mouth.
Even though Jean-Paul was cautious about halting his downward fuck-thrusts when he felt his cock-knob strike the back of Adam's throat now, he was taking the boy's big prick easily into his more experienced mouth, sucking down onto the cock-shaft until his lips touched Adam's sparse pubic hair and his smooth pink balls.
Adam loved the sensation when Jean-Paul's tight throat slid down over his prick-knob. He could feel the guy's hot breath on his balls, and he squirmed when a big finger probed at his ass-hole. Looking up while the hunky stud's cock fucked in and out of his mouth, Adam enjoyed the sight of the hairy balls swinging and bouncing just above his nose. And he was thrilled at the sight of Jean-Paul's furry ass-crevice.
The more he watched, the more delectable the guy's bouncing hairy ass looked to Adam. He pushed upward on Jean-Paul's hips with his hands, slithering the cock from his mouth. Then he raised his head and began to lick up into the dark crevice of his new buddy's ass, titillating the ass-hole with the tip of his tongue.
Releasing Adam's cock, Jean-Paul lifted and spread the boy's slim legs, pressing his face down into his smooth, hairless ass-crack. He licked maddeningly at Adam's tiny puckered ass-hole, causing him to moan and jerk with excitement.
Each of them squirmed his ass against the other's mouth while they jacked one another's prick furiously. The hot ass-licking caused Adam to dream of having Jean-Paul's immense cock fucking up his ass, but he didn't mention it again. First he was determined to obtain a hot load of cum in his mouth.
Feeling his cock tingling with impending climax, Jean-Paul lifted his hips and thrust his prick back into Adam's mouth. At the same time, he left the boy's sweet ass and took his cock back into his mouth. Adam fucked upward while Jean-Paul fucked downward and they filled each other's mouth with hot throbbing cock-meat.
Adam could feel the big prick in his mouth pulsing with vibrant energy and he knew a flood of cum was on the way. As a precaution, he curled his fingers about the base of Jean-Paul's monstrous fucker to keep him from fucking too deeply into his throat again. He wanted the studly skater's cum in his mouth where he could taste it, not shooting down his throat and bypassing his tongue.
Jean-Paul fucked more vigorously, slapping his big heavy balls against Adam's nose with each fuck-thrust. Madly aroused by fucking the face of such a young boy, it was difficult for him to control himself and avoid choking the kid to death with his long prick.
Adam saw Jean-Paul's balls drawing up and felt the cock in his mouth vibrating. Jean-Paul was fucking down hard and fast now, and only Adam's fist clenched around the base of his cock kept him from plunging too deeply.
The first powerful blast of Jean-Paul's hot cum inflated the youngster's cheeks and caused air to burst from his flared nostrils. Then, suddenly, the big cock began to belch hefty spurts of cum in rapid succession, filling Adam's mouth with creamy cock-nectar. Jism gushed forth as fast as he could swallow it, coating the interior of his mouth and his teeth with a warm sticky slime.
Sucking voraciously on the cum-spouting prick, the ecstatic teenager reached up and squeezed the big hairy balls that dangled against his nose, wanting the geyser of cum to go on forever. He could see wet ringlets of hair glistening in the valley of Jean-Paul's ass, just above his face. He milked the long cock-shaft with his fist and sucked hard with his mouth while he squeezed the pendulous balls for more jism.
The studly Frenchman's cum tasted delicious to Adam as he gulped and swallowed the hot, viscous discharge. He was glad now that he had practiced eating his own cum before, so that now he was able to take this first cum-load from another guy's prick without fear or apprehension. He wallowed his tongue around the slippery, cum-gushing cock, savoring the exotic flavor of French cum.
Looking up at the hairy crotch above his vace, Adam was glad his first mouthful of man-cum was from such a beautiful, sexy hunk like Jean-Paul Montclaire. It was just fantastic to have his young mouth stuffed with that colossal blue-veined" cock ... to feel those big hairy balls draped against his nose ... to be looking up into that dark furry ass-crack ... and to caress those unbelievably brawny legs while hot cum ran down his throat.
Adam moaned around his mouthful of cock-meat as the torrent of cum diminished to a few dribbles. The huge prick began to soften perceptibly after the last spurts of jism had been ejected into the boy's mouth. But Adam kept sucking, refusing to relinquish the source of so much pleasure. Even when Jean-Paul tried to raise his hips and withdraw his cock, Adam grabbed his ass and held him down, fucking the limber prick back into his mouth.
Only partially hard now, the long cock seemed more manageable to Adam. Pulling down on Jean-Paul's hips, the boy swallowed hard, causing the cock to snake down into his throat, bending around the curved passage beyond his tonsils. It felt to Adam as if the head of the cock entered his esophagus.
Sensing that the youth was thoroughly enjoying the afterglow of giving his first complete blow-job, Jean-Paul eased his weight down onto Adam's face, smothering the boy with his massive balls and snaking his half-hard prick even deeper into his throat. Adam signaled his appreciation by squeezing the big stud's firmly rounded buns.
Jean-Paul's coarse pubic hair pressed against Adam's chin, and his hairy balls flattened and spread over Adam's nose. At long last, the youngster had taken all of that monstrous cock into his mouth. He was absolutely delighted. That he had only been able to do it when the cock was half soft didn't lessen the thrill of the achievement for Adam.
In the excitement of cumming into such a hot young mouth, Jean-Paul had abandoned sucking Adam's cock and buried his face between the boy's slender legs, where he had sucked the hairless balls into his mouth. Releasing Adam's spit-soaked balls, he ran his tongue slowly up his hard cock-lance and took the prick-head into his mouth.
Anxious to cum, Adam began fucking upward, impaling Jean-Paul's throat with his magnificient boner. While Jean-Paul allowed the boy to fuck his handsome face, he raised his hips until his glistening prick slithered from the boy's sucking mouth. Then he drew his knees forward and lowered his ass onto Adam's mouth. Instantly, he felt the youngster's hot wet tongue lap hungrily into the hairy crevice of his ass.
Adam kept fucking upward into Jean-Paul's mouth while he licked his studly ass. He could feel the guy's big wet prick lying limply against his smooth chest. The hot mouth felt good on his tingling cock. It felt as if his balls were buzzing as his cum-load began to surge up through his burning cock-shaft.
Realizing Adam was about to blow his wad, Jean-Paul reached under him and lifted his hips with his big hands, fucking the kid's horse-prick into his throat until his nose was pressed into his dewy-fresh pink balls. In a few seconds, he felt the boy's cum gushing into his throat.
"Unnngh! Ohhh!" Adam gasped loudly against Jean-Paul's hairy ass.
Jean-Paul raised his head slightly, bringing the cock-head from his throat into the cavity of his mouth, where it spouted an incredible quantity of hot jism. Sucking and swallowing the gushing cum, the French stud could hardly believe Adam's young balls had generated such an immense cum-load.
The youthful intensity of Adam's climax startled Jean-Paul, who was accustomed to fucking with more mature men. As the boy's seemingly unending supply of cock-nectar kept pumping into his mouth, the big stud began to wonder if Adam was having a single climax, or several consecutive climaxes that blended into one colossal cum. White streams of jism began to drool from Jean-Paul's lips, running back down Adam's cock-lance and wetting his sparse crotch hair and his boyish balls.
"Oh, shit!" Adam cried out, biting with his teeth at the manly ass-cheeks that pressed against his face. "Damn!"
Adam relaxed as his climax subsided and Jean-Paul kept sucking gently on his spent cock. The satisfied youngster smiled as he swirled his tongue lazily in the gorgeous stud's ass-crack.
It had been the best climax the young boy had ever experienced and he wished it could have gone on forever. Being with a guy who knew what he was doing made all the difference in the world. It was a whole different kind of experience than the amateurish cock-sucking episode with Dean Hammond, who hadn't even had the decency to suck Adam's prick. And it was certainly more satisfying than getting sucked and fucked in a public rest room.
Twisting about and slithering his limp cock from Jean-Paul's mouth, Adam lay down beside him. They embraced and kissed, rubbing their cummy lips together while they looked into one another's eyes. When their lips parted, Adam rested his head on Jean-Paul's manly arm. He hoped he could visit Jean-Paul again, soon, and get that gigantic cock fucked up his hot ass.
"Do you think I could come again?" Adam asked.
"Good grief!" Jean-Paul exclaimed. "You still have more?"
"No!" Adam laughed, kissing the bulging bicep his cheek rested against. "I mean, can I come to your apartment again?" He curled his fingers around the stud's soft cock. "I'd still like to have that big cock of yours up my ass."
Jean-Paul raised himself up on one elbow and looked down into Adam's cute face. "You can come here anytime you want that adorable little ass fucked, my young friend. I would consider it a privilege to attend to your needs."
"You got a deal!" Adam said quickly, smiling as he pulled the Frenchman's handsome face to his and kissed him again.
CHAPTER SEVEN
"Here's to a cock up everybody's ass before the night's out!" the drunken cowboy slurred, almost shattering his beer bottle against Adam's highball glass.
"I'll drink to that," Adam said, grinning nervously as he sipped the strong drink Jean-Paul had made for him ... before he had disappeared into a bedroom with some gorgeous blonde suntanned young Apollo who had come to the party in a chamois loincloth.
"Hell, don't just drink to it," the cowboy laughed, grabbing Adam's ass. "Fuckin' do it!" He was trying to ram a finger through the seat of Adam's jeans.
"Later, man," Adam said over his shoulder, moving away from the obnoxious drunk and mingling with the noisy crowd.
The swanky Marina del Rey townhouse was packed with a motley assortment of locals who had turned up for an impromptu Sunday evening party hosted by a friend of Jean-Paul's. The townhouse, fronting right on the harbor, was a sumptuous residence. But Adam hadn't yet figured out who the host was, since Jean-Paul had gone into high heat the moment they arrived and he spotted the sexy nature-boy in the loincloth. The Frenchman had left Adam to fend for himself at his first gay party.
The wide-eyed youngster wandered aimlessly among the guests, amazed at the incredible variety of men who had descended on the place on such short notice. Word of the party had circulated at The Westwinds bar in Venice, resulting in a mass exodus of bikini-clad faggots, leather-clad bikers and drugstore cowboys who swarmed southward along the beach to Marina del Rey. And rumors of the party had gone out on the marine radio band, causing a traffic jam of sailboats and yachts to clog the mooring slips just outside.
After a series of screaming bitch-fights among the gay sailors over slip spaces, some of them anchored out in the harbor and swam ashore. A few of the more inebriated seafarers arrived dripping wet and start naked at the party, and were given towels to wear around their waists and martinis to occupy their hands.
"Oh, how very chic!" a tall willowy queen in a net bikini cooed as he stood back and looked over one of the towel-clad sailors, a big roguish guy. "I simply must have the name of your designer, darling ... I mean, such a bold statement in simplicity and-"
"Fuck off, fag!" the big fellow snarled. Then he turned his back and began talking to someone else.
"Insolent bitch," the skinny queen said under his breath.
Then, suddenly, he spotted Adam, who was wearing jeans and a white T-shirt. Prancing over to the youth, he brazenly reached out and grasped his cock-bulge, running his long tapering fingers over his chest.
"Don't you think you're a bit over-dressed for this affair, little boy?"
"Get lost," Adam said, offended at being called a little boy.
"You wouldn't be so tacky if you knew who you're talking to," the swishy guy said as he ran his hand down inside Adam's jeans and found his horse-cock. "Ohhh, my goodness! You're sure as hell no little boy, are you? Mmmmmm!"
"Who am I talking to?" Adam asked snidely, tolerating the hand inside his jeans for the moment.
"Well, darling, I'm Dale Lytell ... I was voted Empress of Los Angeles two years ago," the guy said, rolling his eyes as he felt Adam's cock hardening in his hand. "But I suppose you're too young to have been attending Grand Court social functions and coronations two years ago. You missed my glorious reign."
"Sounds like a lot of bullshit to me," Adam said caustically.
He was hating it because he was getting a hard-on with such a giddy fag's hand on his prick. He was embarrassed, not because his cock was swelling, but because he was responding to such a prissy, revolting excuse for a man.
"Get your fuckin' hand outta my pants," Adam growled.
"You don't have to put on this butch act with me, honey," the guy said, squeezing Adam's stiff prick. "I know a little princess when I see one." Abruptly, he ran his other hand down into the seat of the boy's jeans, grasping a bare ass-cheek. "How would you like to have your cute little ass fucked by a former Empress of Los Angeles?"
Adam was sickened by the guy's bizarre behavior. He drew away quickly, dropping his drink and forcing the faggot's hands out of his jeans with considerable effort.
"Look, man," Adam said with a scowl on his face, "if there's one thing I can't stand, it's skinny blonde queens. You make me puke!"
"Why, you little fart!" the empress blurted, slapping Adam hard across the cheek. "You better go look in a mirror before you start passing judgment on me ... you little fairy princess."
Adam's cheek was stinging and he reacted swiftly with a right hook to the guy's chin, causing him to shriek loudly as he fell backward into a group. Someone caught the shrilly screeching queen before he hit the floor and stood him up again. Adam was poised with clenched fists as the outraged faggot drew back to slap him again, but some of the guests restrained the empress.
Abruptly, Adam felt strong arms grasping his wrists from behind, pulling his arms down to his sides...
"Here, now," a mellow baritone voice said close to Adam's ear. "Let's not be un-chivalrous and punch a lady." The voice had a slight accent, but it wasn't Jean-Paul.
Turning within the arms that held him, Adam looked up into the face of a god-like Latin stud with long coal-black hair, chocolate-brown skin and the bluest eyes he had ever seen. The boy was so startled by the guy's exceptional beauty that he just stood there looking up with wide eyes while his jaw hung open slackly. He seemed to fall into a trance.
"Are you all right?" the handsome stud asked, releasing his forceful hold on Adam's wrists.
"Oh, yeahhhhh," Adam said hypnotically. "And I think I just fell in love." He reached up and touched the guy's face with trembling fingers. "God, you're gorgeous!"
The tall, broad-shouldered Latin laughed easily, his teeth seeming super-white in contrast to his brown face. "Fell in love?" he said, lifting an eyebrow. "You're quite an impulsive boy, slugging an empress and falling in love with the host-all in the space of a few moments.
"I'm emotionally retarded so I can do anything I want to do," Adam said matter-of-factly.
He toyed with the gold St. Christopher medal that hung from a dainty chain around the guy's neck, then he ran his hands inside his open white shirt, feeling the hard smooth flesh of his chest. Spreading the shirt open wider, he kissed the deep brown skin.
"If you wanna fuck or anything, I'm available," Adam murmured.
"How old are you?" the big swarthy stud asked suspiciously, allowing Adam to feel his body beneath his shirt.
"Old enough to do anything you want-and young enough to make it really good for you, man."
"I don't doubt that," the blue-eyed Latin said with a faint smile that was slightly suggestive of lust. He took Adam's hands from his chest and held him back at arm's length, where he could look at him. "You must be the kid Jean-Paul's been playing around with the last few weeks."
"Yeah!" Adam said proudly. "He fucks my ass all the time." He glanced at the closed bedroom door. "But he's in there now-fucking with somebody new."
"Does that bother you?"
"Why should it? I don't own him. We're just good buddies."
The Latin tousled Adam's blonde hair playfully. "You're very wise for one so young."
"It's not wisdom," Adam laughed. "It's just the way things are." Impulsively, he grabbed for the guy's crotch, getting a handful of cock and balls only thinly veiled by white cotton pants. "You wanna fuck or not? I'm hot for your bod, man!"
"Go ahead and fuck him, Antonio!" a biker standing nearby said loudly. "If you don't, I will."
"Yeah! Chain him up and fuck the shit out of him!" another biker urged. "We'll take sloppy seconds-as usual."
"Chains?" Adam gasped, unable to associate such things with the delicately beautiful man standing before him. "You don't have to chain me up ... I wanna get fucked!" He felt the guy's cock stiffening and swelling through the sheer cotton fabric and he kept running his hot little hand up and down the lengthening cock-shaft. "I like getting fucked in the ass."
"I know," Antonio whispered. His cock was throbbing in the boy's hand now, and he moved closer. Running his hands around Adam's waist, he grasped both his hard young buns firmly, spanning them with his big hands. "But being restrained adds a little extra thrill to fucking ... it gives you an excuse to indulge yourself completely and without inhibition ... and it gives the guy fucking you an exhilarating sense of power over you."
"Awww, I don't know," Adam said uncertainly, thrilling to the increasing size of the cock he was fondling. He kept searching for buttons or a zipper with his hand, but Antonio's pants seemed to be the tie-around type with no fly. "Being chained ... that sounds kinda weird to me."
A middle-aged man with shifty eyes leaned close to Adam. "Hey, kid ... if physical bondage and degradation's too far out for you, I offer verbal humiliation." He winked slyly. "And Antonio can tell you, you've never been verbally abused till I've had a crack at you! I'm the best."
"Go on, Jack," Antonio said irritably. "Don't you have anything to do but hang around and eavesdrop?" He pushed his hands down inside the back of Adam's jeans and grasped his bare ass to keep him there, as if afraid he might actually go with Jack.
"I know what you like, kid," Jack whispered from the corner of his mouth, a lewd smirk on his face, his eyes slitted. "You want a whole gang of guys to fuck your tight little ass with their big greasy cocks till the shit runs out of your over-fucked whorish ass-hole! And then you want 'em to fuck your shitty ass and cram their shitty pricks in your mouth and fuck their cocks down your slut throat right up to the hairy balls, because you're nothing but a lousy filthy cock-sucker and shit-eater and you-"
"Shut your filthy mouth, Jack!" Antonio snapped, his handsome features hardening for the first time. "The kid's mine."
"God!" Adam breathed, startled at the deluge of filth that had poured from the man's mouth. "What's he on?"
"Forget him," the big Latin stud murmured, probing into the youth's hairless ass-crack with his fingers. He found Adam's tiny ass-hole and fucked a finger into the hot tightness. "You want the cock in your hand in there? Huh?" He wiggled his finger in the boy's ass-hole for emphasis.
"Do I have to be chained up?" Adam asked in a whisper, curling his fingers into the thin fabric of Antonio's pants and grasping his huge cock-lance. "That kinda scares me."
"It's only a game," Antonio assured him. "If you don't like it, all you have to do is say so and you'll be set free. I promise. The bondage only adds an extra dimension to the fucking."
Adam felt his willpower evaporating as he looked up into that beautiful man's deep blue eyes and squirmed his ass on his finger. He already knew he would do anything Antonio asked him to do-he couldn't resist, didn't even want to resist. He only hoped it was true that he could call off the game whenever he wanted to. Adam never had to say yes; Antonio saw it in his gray eyes.
As Antonio led Adam toward the door through which Jean-Paul had vanished earlier with the nature-boy, Adam drew back and hesitated.
"Jean-Paul's in there fucking with some guy," he whispered. "I'm not sure I want to see that."
"I thought you two guys were just buddies," Antonio smiled.
"Well ... yeah ... but kinda special buddies, you know."
Antonio put his arm around the boy's bony shoulders, guiding him toward the door again. "If you feel that way, then you'd better learn about this other side of Jean-Paul. Otherwise you'll lose him eventually. He has special needs and, so far, he's been very careful to protect you from his darker side."
Adam shivered. Antonio's cryptic words fired his imagination. He knew now there was no way he could keep himself from venturing into that room and pursuing the exotic adventure the mysterious Latin stud was leading him into.
Antonio opened the door and ushered Adam into the darkened room. He shut the door behind them. At first, Adam couldn't see a thing. But a strange acrid aroma assailed his nostrils, and the sounds of rattling chains, sweaty flesh slapping together and a din of lusty moans and groans assaulted his ears. The frightened youngster recoiled into Antonio's protective arms as he heard Jean-Paul's voice in the darkness...
"Take my big stud prick up your sloppy ass, cock-sucker! You love it and you know it!"
"Nooo! Don't fuck me any more, man. I can't take it. Your big cock's killing me!"
"Take my cock, you fucker-clear up into your belly. Unnnghhh! Take it!"
"Aaaughhh! Oh, shit!"
"Take all of me, fucker-balls and all-up your greasy ass!"
As Adam's eyes adjusted to the darkness, he realized the room was no bedroom at all. It was set up like some sort of medieval dungeon. Faint red light barely illuminated the macabre scene. The walls appeared to be of rough-hewn stone, and huge wooden beams spanning the ceiling were supported by stone columns. Chains and manacles hung from the columns, glittering in the red light. There were wooden stocks, and there was a huge contraption with winches and drums that was obviously a rack for stretching people. There were several slanted benches equipped with leg-irons, manacles and chains.
Cowering within Antonio's strong arms, Adam peered into the dim red twilight of the darkroom toward the source of all the moaning and groaning. He was somewhat relieved to discover that Jean-Paul and the nature-boy were the only ones using the room at the moment.
The blonde Apollo Jean-Paul had captured earlier was on his back on a slanted bench, his head at the lower end. His arms were drawn back and upward, his wrists secured to the stone wall by heavy metal manacles. His long legs, thrust upward and spread into a wide V, were held in that position by leg-irons and chains that were attached to the rafters. His elevated and vulnerable ass was just off the edge of the bench, at the correct height for a standing man to fuck him ... which was precisely what was happening.
Standing with his elbows thrust outward and his hands clasped behind his neck, Jean-Paul was lurching his hips wildly, fucking his immense prick into the young guy's ass-hole with joyous abandon. He had fucked the guy so many times his ass-hole was gaping open, making it unnecessary for Jean-Paul to worry much about his cock slipping out and not being able to gain re-entry. Every time his cock slurped free of the ass-hole, he simply fucked forward againkeeping his hands clasped behind his neck-and the greased, slippery curvature of the guy's ass-cheeks guided the cock-head back into the lewdly gurgling ass-hole. Jean-Paul was enjoying a wild and free-wheeling fuck that required so little effort he was able to fuck with his hands behind his head.
In the faint illumination, Adam could see the sexy contours of Jean-Paul's hunky body. With his arms up that way and his hands locked behind his neck, the Frenchman's tapered torso and narrow waist were accentuated. His huge biceps bulged while his manly ass gyrated as he fucked the cock-meat to the chained-up young blonde on the bench.
"Goddamn it!" the fucked stud yelled, rattling his chains and struggling under Jean-Paul's no-hands fucking assault. "Don't fuck me any more, man. I can't stand it. Stop!"
"Shut up and take my fucking cock up your sleazy ass!" Jean-Paul growled menacingly. "Tell me how much you love it."
"I love it!"
"What do you love? Say it, fucker!"
"Uuunnngh! Aw, shit! Yeah, I love the feel of your great big prick fuckin' up into my guts. I fuckin' love it! Fuck some more of your hot cum up my ass, man. Fuck me good!"
"Okay, that's more like it," Jean-Paul whispered, lowering his arms and caressing the guy's up-thrust legs while he fucked his ass roughly, causing loud suctioning sounds.
Snuggling closer against the big Latin stud, Adam whispered near his ear: "Hey, I thought you said this was just a game. How come Jean-Paul didn't stop fucking when the guy told him to?"
"Protesting is part of the game," Antonio whispered. "But there's always a prearranged signal that lets the top man know when things have gone too far."
Their whispering attracted Jean-Paul's attention. Never missing a fuck-stroke, he twisted his upper torso and looked back at them. "I had a feeling you two would find each other," he said. "Come on over here and join the fun. The real party is in here."
Adam was hesitant, but Antonio pressed a hand against the lower part of his back and urged him forward. Jean-Paul kept fucking the bound nature-boy as they approached, but he was leaning back, reaching out to take Adam's hand and pull him closer.
"Hi," Adam said meekly, feeling extremely uneasy in this strange situation.
"Give me your hand, Adam," the Frenchman said in a low tone. "There's nothing to be afraid of, my young friend. Come on."
Jean-Paul took the youngster's hand and drew it to the place where his long prick was fucking in and out of the nature-boy's ass-hole. Adam grasped the base of Jean-Paul's greasy cock, feeling his knuckles being jammed against the slimy ass of the guy in chains. Instantly, the naughty excitement of what he felt overshadowed his fear and apprehension. He felt his cock spring to life within his jeans.
"Eeewwww!" the boy squealed excitedly. "You've about fucked his ass too much, Jean-Paul. Wow!"
The upside-down blonde on the bench raised his head, straining to see the newcomers between his widely spread up-thrust legs.
"Chris," Jean-Paul said to the chained-up young stud, "meet Adam."
While he ran his fingers up inside Chris' slimed ass-hole alongside Jean-Paul's cock, Adam leaned forward between the youth's legs and peered at his face. He was good looking, but his handsome face was contorted in anguish and his curly blonde hair was drenched with perspiration.
"Hi, Adam," Chris gasped as the young boy crammed four fingers up his ass alongside Jean-Paul's pistoning prick.
"You really like this?" Adam asked suspiciously, feeling Antonio's hands unfastening his jeans and tugging them down over his hips.
"Love it, man!" Chris rasped, squirming his ass and clanking his chains. "You gonna fuck my ass too?"
"Maybe," Adam said, finding himself stimulated by the nastiness and the strangeness of everything that was happening. Then he felt Antonio's tongue lick hotly up his ass-crack. "Oooooh!"
"Who else is there?" Chris asked, twisting and trying to see the kneeling form behind Adam.
"It's Antonio Vaquero," Jean-Paul told Chris. Then he fucked his cock-lance deeply into his ass, his plunging prick taking Adam's fingers with it into the hot slippery fuck-hole. "He's going to introduce Adam to our little games."
"Uuunnngh!" Chris grunted as Adam's hand accompanied Jean-Paul's cock into the buttery depths of his ass-guts. Then he raised his head again, looking at Adam. "Antonio Vaquero's a beast ... a brute ... a savage." He grinned enviously. "Damn, you're a lucky boy, Adam!"
CHAPTER EIGHT
"Before we put Adam in the manacles let's let him fuck Chris," Antonio Vaquero suggested. "Just long enough to get him worked up good."
"Yeah!" Adam said enthusiastically. He was jacking his big cock with one hand and feeling Jean-Paul's prick fucking in and out of Chris' sloppy ass-hole with the other.
"Everybody fuck me!" Chris cried out, clattering his chains and writhing his upturned ass on Jean-Paul's cock. "Let the others in here, too-the whole fuckin' party! I'll take 'em all on!"
Antonio grabbed the lower edge of Adam's T-shirt and peeled it upward, pulling the shirt off over the boy's head. Adam quickly kicked off his sneakers and stepped out of his jeans. Then he turned around and began trying to strip Antonio's clothes off him.
"Later," Antonio said, patting Adam's naked ass and pushing him over against Jean-Paul and Chris. "You're with them, for the moment."
"How about the technique we used with Francois in Paris?" Jean-Paul said, grinning at Antonio. "Remember?"
"Yes, of course!" Antonio agreed. "Adam is thin enough for it to work."
"Are you French too?" Adam asked in surprise, glancing back at Antonio. "I thought you were Mexican."
"I'm from Brazil," Antonio said, smiling indulgently. "But I studied architecture at the Sorbonne in Paris. That's where Jean-Paul and I first met."
"Then we stumbled on one another again here in Los Angeles last year," Jean-Paul explained, finally slithering his long glossy prick from Chris' abused ass-hole. "Antonio and I are old friends from the Left Bank."
"Cut the nostalgia crap and fuck my ass, damn it!" Chris complained.
"Yes," Antonio agreed. "Let's get on with the fucking."
While Jean-Paul moved Adam into position between himself and Chris' up-thrust legs, Antonio latched the door to keep the others out for the time being.
"Shit!" Chris blurted in exasperation. "Don't lock 'em out, man. I can handle the whole goddamned bunch!"
"All in good time," Antonio laughed, returning to them and undressing.
Jean-Paul pulled Adam back against his crotch, spearing his long prick between the young boy's slim legs. His cock emerged out front, just beneath Adam's balls, extending several inches.
"You missed the fuckin' hole," Adam said, looking down at Jean-Paul's prick thrusting from between his legs. He could feel the greasy slime against his balls.
"I did what I meant to do," Jean-Paul chuckled, reaching around and grasping Adam's rigid cock. "We're both going to fuck Chris at once."
"All right!" Chris enthused, jostling excitedly and clattering the chains that held his legs aloft. "Now we're gettin' somewhere. God, you guys take forever gettin' organized." He hiked his ass upward. "Come on-get those cocks to fuckin' my butt!"
"He's very demanding for a guy in chains, isn't he?" Antonio laughed, shaking his head.
"He's just acting like the whore that he is," Jean-Paul said.
Shoving his hairy crotch hard against Adam's smooth buns, Jean-Paul caused his long prick to thrust farther out from between the youngster's legs. Reaching around Adam, he used his big hands to clamp their cocks together, aligning his own cock with the underside of Adam's cock, Then the Frenchman used his pelvis to push Adam forward, driving their cocks into Chris' waiting ass.
Both cocks fucked into the hot slush of
Chris' greasy ass-hole, moving together as a single colossal fuck-tool into the depths of the blonde stud's ass-guts. Adam was overwhelmed with erotic sensations. He was sandwiched between Jean-Paul's belly and Chris' upturned ass! He felt his and Jean-Paul's pricks rubbing together within the furnace of Chris' ass and the curly-haired blonde youth's furry balls were pressed against Adam's belly.
Chris swung his head from side to side wildly, undulating his body in ecstasy as he felt two huge pricks plowing into his ass-guts together, grossly stretching his sphincter to accommodate their combined circumference. His wild gyrations set up a clamorous rattling of the chains that bound his arms and legs.
Jean-Paul controlled his and Adam's fuck-thrusts, setting a rapid tempo of fucking that repeatedly drove Adam's hairless balls hard against Chris' ass-cheeks. Already squashed between his and Jean-Paul's pricks, the boy's balls took a terrific beating in the lusty ass-fucking that ensued. But he bore the pain in his balls because the sensation of his and Jean-Paul's cocks rubbing together in the buttery depths of a hot ass felt so good.
"Man, this is wild!" Adam panted, fucking in unison with the studly Frenchman.
The horny youngster was thrilling to the hot massage his prick was experiencing. He loved the feel of Jean-Paul's hairy crotch against his naked ass, and he could feel the guy's huge cock-lance thrusting between his legs, mashing UO his balls and fucking along with his own prick into Chris' swampy ass-hole.
Antonio finished stripping and stood gloriously naked beside the madly fucking trio, feasting his strange, penetrating eyes on the lewd scene.
"Adam's a lot like Francois," Antonio said, observing how the lusty young boy was lolling his tongue out and squeezing his eyes shut. "He really gets into what's happening."
Adam opened his eyes when he felt Antonio's hand caressing his abdomen. Then, when he saw that Antonio was naked, his eyes opened wider yet...
Antonio Vaquero was a magnificent hunk of studly manhood. The beautiful symmetry of his muscular brown body caused him to look statuesque and unreal in the faint crimson glow that emanated from the rafters overhead. His long black hair and seemingly glowing blue eyes combined with his swarthiness to create a wild and savage look-a look that thrilled young Adam Devlin to the core.
Suddenly, there was nobody else in the room for Adam except the naked Brazilian stud whose exotic blue eyes were melting him. He became totally unaware of the fact that he was involved in a double-fuck with Chris and Jean-Paul. Adam would never have believed any man could turn him on to such an extent that he would ignore his French lover, who he adored. But this strange, blue-eyed man from South America made him forget everything ui that had gone before. The young boy could see nothing except the awesome spectacle of Antonio's naked brown body and his beautiful face.
Drawn to Antonio Vaquero by forces beyond his comprehension, Adam was suddenly seized by a compulsion to give himself over completely to the bondage and degradation he knew the wild-eyed Latin wanted to subject him to. The youngster couldn't imagine why he felt so powerfully attracted to a guy who wanted to treat him badly, but there was something oddly intriguing about the prospect.
Antonio began pinching both of Adam's small brown nipples-pinching them really hard. Adam kept moving with Jean-Paul's fucking rhythm, both their cocks plowing together into Chris' ass. But the focus of his attention was diverted to the sharp pain in his nipples.
Continuing to pinch Adam's tits really hard, the big Brazilian pressed his delicate and sensuous lips to the boy's mouth and kissed him.
Adam's hands went out to caress Antonio's powerfully muscular body, exploring downward into his lush patch of wiry pubic hair and grasping his huge, uncut prick. Adam had never fucked with an uncut stud before, and he experimentally skimmed the ample foreskin of Antonio's cock back and forth while they kissed, using his thumb to rub the cock-knob, which was already glossed over with a profuse flow of pre-cum.
The wildly aroused youngster admitted to himself that he wanted to be chained up and fucked into oblivious ecstasy by the handsome savage who was painfully pinching his nipples. And he knew the sharp pain being inflicted on his young tits only presaged the infliction of greater and more glorious pain to come, when that big brown Brazilian cock would plunder his little white ass in the worst way-with his legs held aloft by chains and his wrists manacled to the wall. He would be absolutely helpless, and just knowing that gave him goose bumps.
Falling completely under the spell of the brawny brown brute, Adam began to resist Jean-Paul's fucking motions, interfering with the tempo. Then he lurched backward, causing their cocks to slurp together from Chris' squishy ass-hole.
"Don't stop fucking, you bastards!" the curly-haired blonde cried out, writhing and squirming as his obscene glistening ass-hole gaped open hideously, seemingly gulping air in its quest for more cock. "Fuck me, goddamn it!"
Knowing that he might end up like that-but not caring-Adam went into Antonio's strong arms and kissed his beautiful soft lips again, running his hands feverishly over the big stud's naked flesh. While they kissed, Antonio bit the young boy's lower lip. Biting lightly at first, the pressure of his teeth increased gradually until Adam cringed in pain ... yet he couldn't stop his hands from caressing the hulking body of the man who was hurting him.
Jean-Paul moved in between Chris' upwardly sprawled legs again, using his fist to fill the void left in the guy's guts after being fucked by two big cocks simultaneously. Chris gasped and wiggled and pounded the back of his head on the bench as Jean-Paul's big fist plunged into his hot greasy ass.
"Oh, God!" Chris cried out. "I needed that." He forced himsself to relax and submit to the fist-fucking. Then he raised his head, licking his lips nervously as he watched Jean-Paul's massive arm begin to move slowly, driving the clenched fist deeply into his ass-guts. "Ahhhhh, shit! That's it!"
Tearing his lips from Antonio's biting grip, Adam twisted his neck and looked on in disbelief. The boy had never even heard of such things. He wondered if he would sink to the depths of depravity as the curly-haired Adonis who was luxuriating in the incredible sensation of having a fist crammed up his ass. had.
Antonio reached out and grasped the youngster's head with a huge hand, forcing him to turn away from the ungodly sight. "I won't do that to you, Adam-I promise," he whispered, his wild eyes suggesting he wasn't to be believed.
Looking at Antonio's brawny body again, Adam felt so crazed by fuck-lust for the barbaric-looking stud that he didn't really care what happened to him. The boy's mind spun as he moved back into Antonio's arms. He was ready for anything and everything.
The hyperexcited youngster began to lick around the lower ridges of the Brazilian's pronounced pectoral mounds. Dropping to his knees, he reached around and grasped Antonio's big firm ass-cheeks with his fingers while he kissed his smooth hard stomach. Moving lower, Adam pressed his face into the guy's dense thicket of coarse black pubic hair, inhaling the manly scent of his crotch.
Cupping Antonio's hairy balls with his hands, the young boy began to run his tongue up and down his rigid cock-lance, flicking the tip of his tongue at the rim of the peeled-back foreskin. He noticed that the Brazilian's cock was very dark in color, much darker than the tawny shade of the rest of his body. In the faint red illumination, Antonio's prick looked almost black.
Adam licked a slime of pre-cum from the big cock-knob before he clamped his lips over it. Then he began to suck gingerly, exploring the edge of the drawn-back foreskin with his tongue. It was the first time the youth had ever sucked an uncut prick, and he found the difference interesting. It seemed to him that sucking an uncircumcised cock was somehow nastier and more erotic than sucking a circumcised cock.
Grasping Antonio's powerful thighs, Adam began to fuck his cute young face on the big ebony prick. He used his fingers to skim the foreskin back, pulling it tautly toward the base of the cock while he bathed the big shiny cock-knob with his swirling tongue. While he sucked the Brazilian's enormous prick, Adam explored his gorgeous body with lightly touching fingertips. He was amazed at the hardness of Antonio's muscles and the satiny smoothness of his brown skin.
Adam filled his mouth with the Latin hunk's cock-meat. He took joyous pride in sucking the cock of such a manful beauty as Antonio Vaquero. The infatuated youngster considered it a conquest, though he dimly recognized that Antonio was the true conqueror.
Antonio began thrusting his hips, fucking his prick roughly into Adam's mouth, driving the big spongy cock-head hard against the back of his throat. Adam responded by bobbing his head rapidly, fucking his face onto the huge cock as his blonde hair flew about from the swiftness of his actions. He wanted to take more of the guy's big prick, but was unable to accommodate its immense size within the narrow confines of his throat. The boy knew his ass was the only fuck-hole he had capable of doing such a magnificent cock justice, and his ass-hole began to twitch as he thought about being fucked by the swarthy Brazilian.
Releasing the cock from his mouth, Adam stood up, curling his fingers around Antonio's dark pulsing cock-lance. He ran his hand up and down the length of the spit-soaked prick and rested his forehead against Antonio's brawny chest.
"You still wanna fuck me?" Adam asked hopefully.
"Nothing could stop me," Antonio said, bending his neck and kissing the top of the boy's head. He ran his big muscular arms around Adam's tiny waist, filling his hands with globes of firm boy-ass. "I think it's time to put the manacles on you, Adam."
"Sure," Adam said, looking up and smiling confidently. "Why not?"
Adam found it curious that a man so interested in domination could be so tender and gentle, could so easily gain his trust and confidence. The paradox of the gentle master fascinated him.
Jean-Paul was still absorbed in twisting his fist inside Chris' swampy ass-guts, and paid no attention as Antonio led Adam to a slanted bench nearby. Chris watched them with glazed eyes, seemingly unable to keep from looking at Antonio's naked body.
Inspiring Adams' confidence with his patience and understanding, Antonio soon had the boy lying on his back on the bench, with his head at the lower end. Adam watched with adoring eyes while the big dark stud pulled each of his slender arms back and clamped heavy manacles securely around his wrists. Chains attached to the manacles were then drawn through heavy metal hasps on the wall, pulling Adam's arms upward and outward into a wide V. The youth arched his neck backward, looking upside down at Antonio, who was pulling the chains taut and locking them in place.
A strange and alien surge of electrifying excitement flooded Adam's body when Antonio clamped the heavy leg-irons to each of his ankles. He knew the cold hard metal against his tender young flesh should terrify him, but it didn't. It excited him to such an extent his prick began to swell and stiffen, rising up at an angle from his belly.
While Antonio worked with a pile of clattering chains, Adam turned his head and looked at Chris, who was still being fist-fucked only a few feet away. The curly-haired young man smiled weakly at Adam, licking his dry lips and breathing in a labored manner as Jean-Paul plundered his ravaged ass-guts.
"First time in chains, huh?" Chris whispered hoarsely.
"Yeah," Adam answered.
"Scared?"
"Hell no," Adam said cockily as he heard the rapid-fire clatter of chains running over a pulley and felt his feet being elevated.
"You will be," Chris rasped. "Antonio's one mean son of a bitch." He smiled wryly. "He's the greatest!"
"Quit scaring Adam!" Jean-Paul snapped at Chris, twisting his fist in his ass for emphasis. "Don't worry, Adam. I would trust Antonio with my life."
"What the hell do you think I'm doing?" Adam laughed as Antonio secured the chains, leaving him with his legs thrusting upward in a wide V and his ass hiked off the edge of the bench.
Adam found the position exceedingly uncomfortable. The leg-irons were cold and the sharp metal dug into the flesh of his ankles, hurting the bones. He tested his arms for mobility, rattling the chains as he pulled on them, and discovered there was scant leeway for movement. With his ass jacked up that way, most of his weight rested on his spine. He tried to close his elevated legs together and discovered they were effectively immobilized, locked into a widely spread position high in the air.
"Here," Antonio said, pressing a small brown bottle to Adam's nose. "A few snorts of amyl will make it better for you."
Adam didn't know what it was. He looked to Jean-Paul for guidance, holding his breath until the Frenchman noticed.
"Go ahead," Jean-Paul said. "It's okay. You'll like it."
The youngster inhaled deeply several times, filling his lungs with acrid fumes from the bottle. He held his breath a few moments after each snort, assuming the amyl was-like grass-more effective that way. Now he knew what the strange aroma in the room was. The whole place was permeated with diluted and stale amyl vapors.
Antonio brought the bottle to his own nostrils and inhaled deeply, watching Adam with his percing blue eyes.
Instantly, Adam began to feel the dramatic effects of the amyl. He suddenly felt as if his blood had begun to circulate at high speed. An eerie whirring, buzzing sound filled his head. His vision blurred and the room spun dizzily for a few seconds. It was only after the initial rush that the boy became acutely aware of his cock. An intense tingling sensation made his prick feel as if it were buzzing. But the incredible hardness of his cock was no illusion. He had never in his life raised such a stone-hard boner! His cock stood up so straight and hard it looked petrified, even though it was tingling and vibrating and bloated almost to bursting with hot blood.
"Jesus Christ!" Adam blurted, simultaneously thrilled and alarmed by the profoundly erotic sensations induced by the stimulatant he had inhaled. "I feel like I'm about to cum!"
"You are," Antonio murmured as he moved between the youth's legs and bent down. "Just go with it-let it happen."
The youngster gasped as the big Latin stud took his hyper-excited prick into his hot mouth, ovaling his sensuous lips around the taut skin of the cock-shaft and lolling his tongue around the supersensitive cock-head.
Antonio slid his soft wet lips down onto the boy's rock-hard prick, fucking the cock-knob into his experienced throat with ease as his nose came to rest in a sparse patch of crotch hair. Remaining that way, his throat fully impaled on Adam's cock, he gently fondled the hairless pink balls and rubbed a thumb into the smooth and hairless ass-crack below.
"Oh, God! Ohhhhh, shit!" Adam gasped, squirming and setting off a cacophony of metallic clattering as he strained at the binding chains.
Everything that was happening seemed magnified and intensified to Adam. No mouth had ever felt so excruciatingly exciting on his cock before; no hands had ever thrilled his balls this way; and no finger had ever excited his spasming ass-hole into such convulsions of lurid anticipation. Even Antonio's warm breath blowing into his scant pubic hair felt so exciting it was almost unendurable.
Antonio began to move his head up and down slowly, fucking the young boy's big prick-knob in and out of his tight clinging throat while his tongue caressed the cock-shaft.
"I can't hold it back!" Adam cried out hoarsely, straining every muscle in his slender body in an effort to keep from blowing his cum-load. "I don't wanna cum-it's too soon!"
Bobbing his head very rapidly now, Antonio fucked Adam's cock deeply into his throat with each downward movement, driving his hot lips hard against the boy's groin. Each time, Adam could feel the guy's tight throat resist for a second, then the cock-head would surge into the narrow channel of his throat, massaged by convulsing throat muscles during its forceful invasion.
Antonio Vaquero was an extraordinarily accomplished cock-sucker, and he brought all his erotic expertise to bear on Adam Devlin's big horse-cock-fucking his handsome face in a frenzy of activity that caused his long black hair to whip about his head and tickle the boy's stomach. His St. Christopher medal swung from his neck, grazing and titillating Adam's sensitive balls.
"Damn!" Adam shouted in disgust as he felt the cum surging up from his balls and coursing through his long cock-lance. "I'm cumming!"
Antonio slid his hot, clasping lips upward along the youth's prick, stopping just beneath the flared ridge of the cock-head so he could taste the boy-cum that was already gushing warmly into his mouth.
Adam wanted to clamp his legs around Antonio's head, but the restraints prevented it. He wanted to grab a handful of the beautiful stud's lush black hair, but he couldn't. He could only lie there on his back-his legs in the air and his wrists manacled to the wall-while he spouted geysers of hot cum into Antonio's hotly sucking, gulping mouth. Despite the fact that he hadn't wanted to cum, it felt absolutely fantastic.
The youth's big prick ejected a great amount of jism in a rapid series of explosive hot gushes that filled the Brazilian stud's mouth with delicious boy-cum. Antonio never allowed a drop of the precious liquid to escape his lips. He took Adam's stupendous cum-load down his throat and, even after the boy's prick had begun to soften, he kept squeezing the smooth, pinkish balls in an effort to milk out a few more drops of cum.
When Adam's head fell back limply and his tense body began to relax, Antonio released iiis cock and stood up, looking between the boy's legs at his face. Adam's eyes were closed, his mouth was gaping open and he was breathing hard. Antonio had practically sucked the life out of the overly stimulated youngster.
"I had forgotten how delicious the cum of a young boy can be," Antonio said, smiling and licking his sexy lips.
"Shit! Why'd you do that?" Adam asked, opening his eyes. "I wanted you to fuck me. Now I've shot my wad and I'm not even horny. Fuck!"
"But you're relaxed," Antonio grinned, his intense blue eyes scanning the youngster's thin body. "That's why I sucked you off-to relax you." His sensuus lips curled into a lewd smile. "I like to fuck relaxed ass-holes."
"No way!" Adam said defiantly. "I'm outta the mood for fuckin' after a big cum like that. Hell, I'm wiped out." He was suddenly frightened by the bonds that held him spread-eagled, his ass hiked in the air. He began to yank at the chains, rocking his body violently and causing a loud metallic clinking sound. "Lemme outta these fuckin' chains!"
Antonio ran his big hands over the boy's long slender legs, a crooked grin lifting one corner of his lips as he swept his hands down tantalizingly close to his exposed and vulnerable ass-hole. He spanned Adam's small white buns with his big brown hands, kneading the firm ass-mounds roughly.
Adam began to lurch violently again, hurting his wrists and ankles as he fought futilely against the binding metal clasps. The muscles in his legs ached from being stretched so tautly. His struggles caused a clamorous clattering of the heavy chains that held him in this helpless position, and his wrists became chafed from his incessant jerking and tugging.
"It's all right, Adam," Jean-Paul mumbled between snorts of amyl. "Just go with it, man." Then he lowered his head between Chris' legs and began sucking his cock while he resumed churning his ass-guts with his fist.
"Lemme up!" Adam begged plaintively. "I don't wanna get fucked."
"Good," Antonio whispered. "Now you're ready for me."
"What'd I tell you?" Chris said, raising his head so he could watch. "He's mean as hell!"
CHAPTER NINE
The hulking Brazilian stud brought the bottle of amyl to his nostrils once again, inhaling the acrid fumes deeply while he stood between Adam's tautly stretched legs. Terrified of being dry-fucked by the big brute, the youngster continued to buck and lurch, struggling in vain against the chains that bound him securely in place.
Antonio's ebony prick began to bloat and stiffen, rising up ominously from his dark, hairy crotch. As his cock enlarged rapidly, the loose foreskin tightened and drew back. The glossy cockhead emerged, gleaming wetly in the dark room's soft red light. Within seconds, his colossal fucker was standing rigidly upright, threatening Adam's unprepared ass-hole with mayhem as it jerked and drooled pre-cum.
Any other time such a sight might have caused Adam's ass-hole to twitch in anticipation. But, having just experienced the most astounding climax of his life, the boy was temporarily out of service. His balls had just been completely drained of cum, and getting dry-fucked was the last thing he wanted at the moment.
"At least rub some spit on your cock, man," Adam pleaded, his wide gray eyes riveted to Antonio's big dark cock. "I'm not like Chris over there, you know-I got a tight ass-hole!"
"I know that," Antonio said, grinning sadistically. "And that's what I like."
The swarthy stud pressed his huge cockhead hard against Adam's tiny ass-pucker. In the room's rosy twilight, his weird blue eyes seemed to glow, accentuating the darkness of his handsome face.
In that instant, Adam suddenly understood that all the gentleness Antonio had exhibited before was a trap, a facade to gain his trust and lure him into this helpless situation. In his lust for dominance, the guy had intentionally made Adam cum in order to deprive him of any possibility of enjoying the plundering of his ass that was about to commence. In a hideous flash of insight, Adam realized this was to be the ultimate form of degradation-to be fucked during one of the rare moments in his life when he didn't want to be fucked. It was an incredibly mean thing to do to a youngster who normally loved having his ass fucked.
"Uuuunnngh! Uuummmmph!" Adam grunted loudly as he felt Antonio's huge cock-head spread his dry, resisting ass-hole open widely.
The youngster's shocked ass-guts parted painfully ahead of the plowing cock-knob as Antonio lunged forward with brutal force. Adam felt every rough dry inch of the Brazilian's long cock-lance as it fucked into his ass. His resisting sphincter eased along the impaling prick in small, jerking increments like a taut rubber band. When Adam felt scratchy cock hair pressed against his ass-cheeks and furry balls dangling against his tailbone, he knew he had taken the entire length of Antonio's gigantic fucker.
"Oh, God help me," Adam murmured through clenched teeth.
The helpless boy's ass was burning with shooting pains. It felt as if his guts had been pushed asunder by Antonio's big cock in its brutally sudden penetration. It was horrible. Adam wondered if he was bleeding inside. Stark, cold terror gripped him as he felt the full impact of his impotence.
"Did I hurt you?" Antonio asked quietly, faking concern.
"Hell yes, you hurt me!" Adam shrieked, yanking at the chains in another futile effort to free himself.
"Good!" Antonio grinned maliciously. "That makes it better for me."
Suddenly, the big brute began to fuck Adam's ass wildly. Adam bit his lower lip to keep from screaming as the guy's cock slithered in and out of his ass at a rapid tempo, dragging raw crimson ass-flesh from within his ass-hole with every outward pull. The boy switched his head from side to side in agony, biting his tongue in his determination to keep from crying out. He wanted to deprive Antonio of that perverse satisfaction, at least.
The brawny Latin hung onto Adam's slender, up-thrust legs and fucked him mercilessly, driving his long thick prick in to the balls with every horrendous fuck-thrust. The sound of his muscular belly pounding against the youngster's small ass-cheeks seemed to echo in the amyl-saturated room.
Adam couldn't believe such a beautiful man could be so cruel. And he couldn't believe ass-fucking-which he so thoroughly enjoyed under the right circumstances, could be such an unmitigated horror. As far as Adam was concerned this wasn't sex-it was pure, unadulterated torture.
Antonio's amazing fucking stamina-which Adam might have appreciated in other menwas now a curse and an abomination. The big stud fucked on and on, plundering the boy's ass with an unending series of rough and painful fuck-thrusts. The ass-fucking went on for so long that Adam's ass finally became numb. As the numbness spread through his ravaged ass-guts, it reminded Adam of having dental work done-he could tell something terrible was happening, but there was no real sensation m of pain.
Relieved of the agonizing pain at long last by the onset of numbness, Adam was able to relax while Antonio continued to assault his defenseless and unfeeling ass with vigorous fuck-lunges. Returning meanness for meanness, the young boy smiled up at his sweating assailant, pretending he was enjoying being raped.
Outraged at the realization he was no longer hurting Adam, Antonio began to fuck at varying angles, churning his long prick in the buttery depths of the boy's ass-guts. He thrust harder, flattening his hairy balls against Adam's tailbone, jarring the youth's body and rattling the chains.
There was more pain, deep in his guts this time, but Adam forced himself to keep smiling. "Is that all the cock you got, man?" he grinned mischievously. "Hell, I don't feel a thing with that little pricklet of yours up my ass! Bring on the real men!"
"Shut up!" Antonio snapped, slapping Adam's bare ass hard as he continued to fuck him savagely.
Then, startling Adam with the suddenness of his movements, Antonio crammed four fingers up the boy's ass along with his cock. He spread his fingers inside Adam's ass-hole while he kept ramming his long cock in and out.
"Ohhhh! Uuuungh!" Adam gasped loudly as new streaks of pain shot through his stretched ass-hole.
"Aaaauuugh!" Antonio groaned excitedly, throwing his head back and touching his nose with the tip of his tongue.
Adam's pained gasps had activated the hunky sadist's balls at long last, exciting him into cumming. He withdrew his fingers from the boy's ass and fucked his cock in to the hilt, jamming his hairy balls against smooth ass-flesh as his prick belched a warm flood of cum. Adam's ass-channel quickly filled with milky jism, which oozed out around Antonio's embedded cockshaft. It wasn't until Adam felt the warm cum trickling down over his tailbone that he realized the savage stud was cumming.
Quickly, Antonio slithered his cum-slimed prick from Adam's ass. Grasping his half-hard cock, he shook it, flinging drops of cum all over Adam's crotch and the backs of his thighs. He looked at Adam, anticipating complaints from the chained-up youth.
"I loved every fuckin' minute of it," Adam said, smiling as if he really had. "Let's do it again sometime."
"You little fucker!" Antonio spat, disgruntled over his inability to totally humiliate the brassy youngster. "You're not at all like Francois! He at least had the decency to let me believe he was hating it. Hell, you're meaner than I am." He stood looking at Adam with undisguised loathing.
"We'll take Adam now," Jean-Paul said, stepping between the youngster's legs and testing his flabby, cummy ass-hole with two fingers. "Let Chris loose, Antonio. He isn't worth a damn now. You could drive a Mack truck up his ass."
"I want out of here," Adam whispered urgently to the good-looking Frenchman. "I don't like this shit."
"The fun is just beginning, my young friend," Jean-Paul said with a callous grin as he ran his hands over Adam's naked body.
Jean-Paul dropped to his knees, kissing Adam's dewy balls and caressing his long legs. Licking hotly around the boy's well-fucked ass-hole, Jean-Paul reached up to fondle his big limp prick. Adam heard the metallic squeaking of the chains as Antonio lowered Chris' legs and unfastened his manacles. Jean-Paul lapped hungrily into Adam's hairless ass-crack, slurping up Antonio's stale cum as it oozed from the yawning pink chasm of the youngster's plundered ass-hole.
Adam couldn't really feel Jean-Paul's slurping mouth at his numb ass, but he knew what was going on. And his cock began to respond to Jean-Paul's caressing fingers, bloating quickly into a brand new hard-on. He just couldn't resist the gorgeous Frenchman's charms.
Chris rose on weak legs, hanging onto the Wangling chains, testing his ability to stand before turning loose of the chains. Antonio sat down on the bench vacated by Chris, watching Jean-Paul and Adam with mixed feelings.
Approaching Adam with a bottle of amyl, Chris knelt near his head. He tried to place the bottle near Adam's nose, but Adam turned his head away in revulsion.
"You're kinda cute," Chris whispered, forcing the bottle beneath the helpless youngster's nostrils. "I want to suck your cock while Jean-Paul fucks you. C'mon, man ... loosen up!"
Unable to hold his breath any longer, Adam had to inhale. He got a good whiff of amyl in the process.
"Nooooo!" the chained-up youth wailed. "That stuff makes me cum! Get it away!"
"So what's wrong with cumming?" Chris said, running his hand along Adam's body to his crotch and taking his cock from Jean-Paul's grasp. "Isn't that what it's all about?" Then, while he jacked Adam's tingling prick, he forced the amyl container against his nose again.
Forced to inhale more amyl vapors, Adam soon felt his head spinning and his cock vibrating. Again, he was caught up in the blissful, heady sensations that surged through his cock and balls, making him feel as if every nerve in his body was connected to his prick.
Before Adam knew what was happening, Chris had climbed atop his body, facing in the opposite direction. He felt the guy's mouth sinking onto his pulsing prick, and he thought he was about to get a mouthful of cock, too. Instead, Chris straddled Adam's neck and thrust his greasy, cum-drooling ass into his face. Adam opened his mouth to protest just as Chris' ass-cheeks sank down on either side of his nose, burying his mouth in the slimy furry crevice of his ass.
In the next moment, Adam felt Jean-Paul's big cock fucking into his sore ass-hole. Some feeling had returned to his over-fucked ass, but it wasn't the kind of feeling he liked. The boy's ass was raw and ravaged, and Jean-Paul's prick renewed the agonizing pain he had endured when Antonio had fucked him before.
But Chris' mouth felt great on his highly sensitized cock. The curly-haired blonde was deep-throating Adam's prick, causing the wildly aroused boy's body to stiffen with spine-tingling excitement. Adam thrust his hips upward, fucking his long cock into Chris' sucking mouth and working his sleazy ass on Jean-Paul's prick at the same time, despite the pain he inflicted on himself by squirming his ass.
Soon Adam was so hot he began to suck at Chris' gaping, cum-filled ass-hole. Amazed at what he was doing, but unable to stop himself, the horny youngster sucked Jean-Paul's second-hand cum from Chris' ass. Turned on by Adam's activities, Chris wiggled his sexy young ass down on the boy's face, practically sucking Adam's mouth and chin up into his grossly stretched fuck-hole.
With the lower half of his face burrowed up between the mounds of Chris' ass, Adam swirled his tongue wildly, searching the interior cavity of the ass-hole for more of Jean-Paul's leftover cum. He lapped a slushy mulch of cum from the soft walls of Chris' ass-guts.
Abruptly Adam felt his balls drawing up to eject another load of cum. He couldn't hold back. His hot cum-load surged up through his cockshaft, bursting forth in a warm flood within Chris' gulping mouth. Chris moaned around Adam's cum-gushing cock, squirming his sloppy ass on the boy's face while he swallowed his jism. Adam could still feel Jean-Paul's prick churning wildly in his ass, liquefying his guts.
Chris raised his ass slightly and Adam was soon looking directly up the hairy crevice between his smooth buns. He saw Chris' glistening ass-ring convulse a few times, then it gaped open lewdly, revealing the slimy pink inner flesh of his ass. A moment later a gush of pearly cum oozed from the gaping fuck-hole, drooling web-like down toward Adam's mouth. In the throes of climax, Adam opened his mouth and allowed the ejected cum to fall into his mouth, coating his tongue and sliding down his throat.
While he sucked Adam's cock, Chris strained his guts, forcing several more gushes of Jean-Paul's stale cum from his ass. Adam kept his mouth open wide, letting the viscous blobs of jism drip into his gaping mouth and run down his throat. He had the odd feeling that it was his own cum-which was still blasting from his prick into Chris' mouth-emerging from Chris' ass-hole and returning to the mouth of its original owner.
"Awwww, shit! Fuck!" Jean-Paul blurted as he fucked his cum-load up Adam's ass. Then he fell forward, the weight of his massive chest pressing Chris' face down hard into Adam's groin. "I can't believe that was my fifth cum of the evening." He was panting rapidly and his glistening body was dripping perspiration down onto the two youths' naked bodies.
"Lemme outta here!" Adam screamed, turning his cum-smeared face sideways beneath Chris' dripping ass, Adam couldn't believe what he had been doing and now that he had shot his wad, he was disgusted with himself. "God! I'm so grossed out!"
Jean-Paul sat down on the floor to rest for a moment. Chris climbed off Adam, kneeling near him. He bent down and kissed the surprised youngster, spitting warm cock-snot into his mouth. Appalled at the gush of jism that filled his mouth, Adam twisted his neck violently, spitting most of the cum out. A slow-moving stream of marbled cum and saliva ran obscenely down the side of his neck.
Adam grayed out for a few minutes, unable to cope with the vileness of his own raunchy behavior. He was only vaguely aware of new voices in the dark room.
"Hey! All right!" someone said enthusiastically. "Slightly used, tied-up chicken!"
"I want Dale to fuck him first," Antonio said coldly.
"Why, darling! How very gracious of you," the empress gushed.
Adam opened his eyes and raised his head. The tall skinny fag he had slugged earlier was standing between his legs, looking down with a smug expression and fondling his limp cock.
"Wake up, cutie-pie," the empress giggled, patting Adam's bare buns affectionately. "I've been chosen to fuck your sweet little ass next."
"Fuck you, queenie!" Adam spat, clattering his chains.
"I think I prefer you this way-chained up like a bad dog," Dale said, pinching Adam's hairless balls painfully. "You're such a vicious kid."
"Ouch!" Adam yelled, flinching at the pain as the guy's long nails dug into his tender balls. "You bastard!"
"Go ahead and fuck him, Dale," someone urged.
The dark room was filled with guys, many of whom were gathering around to watch Adam Devlin's continuing degradation. Glancing about, Adam was struck by the bizarre manner in which many of them assumed the role of impartial observers, like a group of students observing surgical procedures in medical school. Their detached attitude lent an air of surrealism to the proceedings.
"You're going to pay for hitting me like you did," Dale said, rolling Adam's pink balls together roughly and causing the youngster to tense every muscle in his lean body. "Punching a former Empress of Los Angeles is just simply not done."
"Jean-Paul!" Adam screamed, realizing the offended faggot meant business. "Jean-Paul! Help me!"
"Jean-Paul's busy with other affairs," Antonio said brusquely. "What's the matter? Don't you want the empress to fuck you?"
"With what?" Adam said hatefully. "That freak probably doesn't even have a cock."
Dale just laughed at Adam and moved in closer between his legs. "I'm only a lady on stage, honey." He pushed his bikini down, flopping out a party-sized prick. "Why don't you try this on for size?" He shoved his cock into Adam's cummy ass-hole.
Adam flinched as what felt like a foot of thick prick fucked into his raw, sore ass-guts. Bolts of burning pain shot through his abdomen as the cock-head seemed to plunge all the way up into his belly and the hairy balls slapped his ass.
"That's the sloppiest ass-hole I've ever fucked," Dale said snidely as he began to fuck the young boy's squishy ass roughly. "My cock big enough for you, honey?"
"I've had bigger cocks up my butt," Adam snapped back, refusing to acknowledge that the prissy fag's cock was killing him.
"Your little body's so hard and smooth, Dale purred, running his hands over Adam's chest and stomach while he fucked him. "And your little sloppy ass is so hot!" He leaned forward, brushing some stands of hair from Adam's face. "You're a cute little devil, even if you are a punk."
Adam closed his eyes to blot out the ugly sight of the scrawny super-fag drooling over his body. It was demeaning. He bit his lower lip hard, clenching his eyelids shut to keep tears from welling up. He refused to give Antonio the satisfaction of knowing this had done it-that he had been totally humiliated. The helpless youngster couldn't imagine anything more degrading than being fucked by the awful former Empress of Los Angeles. He wanted to die.
"Lick my ass, boy!" Antonio Vaquero commanded, squatting and pressing his dark, hairy ass-crack down over Adam's nose and mouth.
Why the hell not? Adam thought as he opened his eyes and began to lap at the big brown stud's sweaty ass. I'd have done it willingly a few hours ago.
While Dale fucked his raw ass, Adam licked lazily at Antonio's ass, swirling his tongue and wetting the coarse black hair of his ass-crack. As mean as Antonio was, Adam still felt a powerful attraction to the beast. He suddenly wished his wrists weren't chained to the wall so he could grasp the hunky Brazilian's manly buns while he licked his ass.
Adam felt a mouth clamp over his soft cock, trying to bring it to life again. He didn't know who was sucking his prick, all he could see was Antonio's big ass in his face. But it didn't matter, anyway. His balls were drained, and the cocksucker was wasting his time.
After Dale had contributed his cum-load to the reservoir of jism in Adam's ass, someone else began to fuck him. Antonio changed positions and began to fuck Adam in the mouth, raising a stupendous hard-on that clogged the youngster's throat with every fuck-thrust. Soon the brawny brown stud's dark prick pumped Adam's mouth so full of jism that it foamed out over his lips and poured down the sides of his neck. Then, the moment Antonio slithered his cum-coated prick from the boy's mouth, someone else climbed on and jammed a fresh cock between his lips. '
Adam didn't know how much time passed as one guy after another assaulted his mouth and ass-hole. Chained and unable to stop the gang-bang, he floated in a timeless twilight world of fucking cocks and spewing cum. He couldn't imagine the kindly, gentle Jean-Paul Montclaire allowing this to happen to himuntil he realized Jean-Paul was one of six men standing above him, jacking their cocks furiously while an unending succession of guys fucked his benumbed ass.
As if in a dream, Adam watched the six studs beating their meat above his face. They seemed intent on drowning him in their combined ejaculations.
"What's the matter, guys?" Adam asked weakly, watching their hairy balls jiggling rapidly as they jacked off. "Run out of ideas?"
Abruptly, one of the guys began to shoot off, sending white streamers of cum looping onto Adam's cute face. The jizz kept bursting forth from the tip of the guy's prick, landing in milky swirls on the dazed youngster's face. A few seconds later the other guys began to discharge their voluminous cum-loads. The air just above Adam's face was suddenly crisscrossed with dancing streams of cum spouting from six jerking pricks.
Looking up, Adam was astounded by the amount of man-cum that-for a split secondseemed suspended in mid-air above his face. He had an upside-down view of six hairy crotches with furry balls bouncing as big fists pumped on hard cock-lances. Then the white rain began to strike his face in hot blobs that soon coated his features and blotted out his vision. Puddles of cum filled his eyes and clogged his nostrils as the thick warm goo spread over his face and matted his fine blonde hair.
It was the stuff masturbatory fantasies were made of for the horny youngster. But now-with it really happening-Adam was sickened. His stomach churned as he shook his head violently in an effort to get the puddles of cum out of his eyes. He tore at the binding chains, wanting to strike out against the depraved men who were plastering his face with their cum.
When the downpour of jizz was over, the violated youth lay still at last, breathing slowly, his stomach knotted with revulsion. A thick layer of creamy cum coated his entire face like a glossy white onyx mask. He blinked his eyes rapidly, seeing tiny glistening webs of jism connecting his upper and lower lashes. Swiping his tongue around the edges of his mouth, he tasted the combined fuck-juices of six men. The flavor of cum was beginning to nauseate the grossed-out youngster.
After Jean-Paul and Antonio had exhausted themselves in their orgy of domination and abuse, they finally lowered the chains that held Adam's legs aloft. The metallic clinking of the manacles and leg-irons being opened was music to Adam's ears. He lay there on the cum-slimed bench, waiting for the circulation to return to his legs. His face was smeared with sticky jism, his belly was full of cum, and a wretched brew of combined cum and shit oozed warmly from his wide-open ass-hole. Adam felt as if his guts might fall out if he stood up.
Most of the dozens of orgiasts had departed, leaving the air in the dark room heavy with the obnoxious aroma of over-fucked asses. The floor was slippery with gruesome bodily secretions, and stale amyl fumes mingled with the pungent odors of excessive fucking.
Adam sat up, using both hands to wipe the cum from his face, flinging the slimy stuff away in disgust. Tears began to trickle down his cummy cheeks and he was breathing convulsively, straining to keep from bawling like a baby.
"I wanna go home," the appalled youngster whimpered.
CHAPTER TEN
"Where've you been all evening?" Adam's mother asked when he got home. "We were worried about you."
"Aw, I was over at the library in Santa Monica," Adam said, yawning and glancing at the television. "I guess I got so wrapped up in reading about astronomy I just lost track of time." He plopped down on the sofa, hoping there were no conspicuous traces of cum left on his face.
"You had a phone call," his mother said, dividing her attention between him and the late movie. "Some boy named Dean Hammond wants you to call him back."
"Dean Hammond?" Adam said, trying to conceal his excitement. Dean had never called him before.
"Dean Hammond?" Adam's father repeated, stirring from his trance before the television set. "Is that the same Hammond boy that did so well on the Venice High basketball team?"
"Yeah," Adam said casually. Yeah Hammond! he was thinking.
"Fine young man," Adam's father said approvingly. "I wish you had more friends like him-good wholesome boys that are into sports and stuff, you know. A boy like Hammond could be a strong influence on you, son."
"He is," Adam sighed, feeling his cock swelling in his jeans at the memory of his buddy's sexy body.
"Why don't you call him back?" his mother suggested. "He sounded like it was something important."
"Yeah, maybe I should."
Adam bounded up the stairs to the privacy of his room and grabbed the phone. Then he hesitated, replacing the receiver.
He sat down on the edge of the bed, thinking; wondering if he was any longer fit company for a nice guy like, Dean Hammond. Adam thought about that single delightfully amateurish fuck he'd had with Dean, when he had sat down on Dean's cock and creamed all over the young stud's belly. He recalled how they had kissed afterward, startling themselves with such intimacy. It had been a thrilling and joyous experience-totally incompetent fucking between two naive high school boysculminating a series of childish obscene phone calls.
Adam smiled remotely at the memory of it. Dean had been genuinely thrilled by the novel experience of having Adam bouncing wildly on his cock.
Suddenly, Adam realized what it was that had been missing at Antonio Vaquero's orgyspontaneity. Those guys were all so jaded, so dependent on their amyl, their B&D equipment and their bizarre games that they had taken all the fun out of fucking and turned it into a grotesque ritual. They went through the motions of fucking like zombies, surprised by nothing, only vaguely enjoying any of it. They were bored to death with sex and didn't know it, having lost their sense of discovery and adventure.
Adam recalled how Dean had offered his sexy ass for fucking, and how the guy had been so annoyed when Adam had rejected the idea. He decided he wouldn't turn down such an offer again.
Picking up the phone again, Adam punched Dean's number, which he had memorized after making so many anonymous calls. The abused youngster never wanted to see Jean-Paul again, and he hoped to God the macabre events of the evening hadn't destroyed his ability to find joy in the companionship of a naive boy like Dean.
"Hello?"
"Dean?"
"Adam?"
"Yeah! So you're back from Oregon, huh?
How was it?"
"Lousy, man. Lousy!"
"How come?"
"Because you weren't there," Dean said quickly, obviously spitting out the words before he lost his nerve. There was a brief silence. "I've been thinking about you a lot, Adam."
"Eeewwweeee!" Adam squealed into the phone. "I'm so fuckin' glad Oregon was lousy!"
"For Christ's sake, Adam. Don't squeal like that. Act like a man!"
Adam cleared his throat and deepened his voice, embarrassed by his spontaneous outburst of glee. "I'm sorry. It won't happen again."
Dean laughed, thrilling Adam with his mellow voice. "I guess I'm really kinda glad to her you squeal that way, Adam. That told me what I wanted to know better than words."
"Good," Adam said, opening his jeans and flopping his cock out. From force of habit, he felt he should be jacking off while he and Dean talked on the phone.
"You wanna go surfing tomorrow?" Dean asked hopefully. "I'm gonna be shootin' the tubes over near your house."
"You know I don't surf, Dean. I don't even have a board."
"We'll rent a board for you and I'll start teaching you. It'll be neat, man. We can catch a few good waves, soak up some rays on the beach, and after that, well, who knows? You know?"
Adam grinned with pure delight, jacking his rigid cock slowly. "Yeah, I know," he whispered naughtily. "Like maybe you wanna get sucked off or something, huh?"
"Ummm-hummmmm," Dean answered, the tone of his voice sounding terribly provac-ative. "And, I been thinking I might give it a try ... sucking you off, I mean ... but only if you promise not to cum in my mouth."
"Why, I wouldn't do a thing like that, Dean! Shooting my jizz in your mouth ... that'd be nasty," Adam said, grinning mischievously. He was amazed that his cock was rock hard in his fist after all he'd been through that evening at Antonio's party.
"Some guys eat that stuff," Dean said seriously. "But, man, I'm not ready for that-yet."
"You gonna wear that sexy Speedo bikini again?" Adam asked.
"For sure-if that's what turns you on."
"Eeweeee!" Adam screeched. Then he quickly clamped his hand over his mouth. "Shit! I'm sorry."
"Aw, hell," Dean laughed good-naturedly. "Go ahead and squeal if you feel like it. I gotta admit, your fuckin' squealing's about to make me shoot my wad in my hand here. Nobody else ever got that excited over me before."
"You know," Adam said, getting serious again, "I've been thinking about you a lot too, Dean." He picked up an athletic sock off the floor and slipped it over his big prick-just in case he blew his cum-load. "I think maybe I'd like to try sticking my cock up your butt ... just to see what if feels like, I mean."
There was a tense moment of silence before Dean answered. "Yeah ... okay ... i guess that'd be all right with me ... if you want to try it."
Adam wasn't fooled by Dean's blase attitude. He detected the suppressed excitement in the other boy's voice and he knew Dean was dying to get his studly ass fucked. But he decided not to embarrass his buddy by saying he knew that.
"Aaahhhhh!" Dean gasped before his hand muffled the phone.
"I'm about to cum, too," Adam whispered, jacking his cock in the sock he had slipped over it. "Uuunnngh! Ohhhh!" His forceful spurts of cum billowed the toe of the sock, seeping wetly through the fabric and running down onto his fingers.
"What a fuckin' waste," Dean sighed, breathing heavily into the phone.
"I know," Adam said wistfully, soaking up his cum with the ankle part of the sock. "Let's not waste it this way any more. It's dumb. We don't live that far from each other ... we ought to get together and do it right!"
"Yeah," Dean breathed hotly. "Let's go for it, man! No more stupid long-distance fucks."
After they had arranged a meeting for the next day, Adam hung up the phone and lay back on his bed, still holding his shriveling cock in the cum-drenched athletic sock. He sighed blissfully, anticipating the joyous time he would have with Dean Hammond. The gorgeous big-cocked stud was a rank amateur at cock-sucking, but Adam knew it would be the most marvelous fucking imaginable because gay sex would still be a daring new adventure for Dean.
"Yea Hammond!" Adam blurted loudly. Then he clamped his hand over his uncontrollable mouth.
He was reminiscing about the innocent and naive Adam Devlin of a few months ago, the red-cheeked boy who bounced like a jumping jack along with the other cheerleaders while Dean scored victory after victory on the basketball court. Dean had looked so sexy in his white satin gym shorts!
Fuckin' great legs on that boy, Adam thought. Then he sat up abruptly, placing his fingers to his temples in surprise as he recalled something Jean-Paul had once said.
"Humph!" the perplexed youngster gasped. "I wonder if I'm already turning into a chicken hawk?"
