Caliboy1991

Forbidden Fruit – Chapter 12
By
Caliboy1991

“Are you sure I look okay?” Isaiah said with another glance at his blue jeans and button-down yellow shirt. Although the only person who mattered was sitting in the driver’s seat, the boy still wanted to look his best.

“Yeah, super-hot,” Adam said as he put the car into park. “If we weren’t in the middle of the high school parking lot, I’d show you just how hot you are.”

Isaiah loved how his boyfriend could make his cheeks turn red, but not quite as much as he made other parts of the boy respond. “I liked the kiss you gave me before we left the pizza parlor parking lot.”

It has been daring, too. The parking lot had been crowded. Isaiah and Adam hadn’t been the only people who had gone there before the big game, although the boy hadn’t recognized anyone. They had all been high schoolers with their dates. But, after Adam had held the passenger side door open for him and then came around to the driver’s side, the young man had reached over the console and pulled Isaiah close enough to steal a kiss. The only thing Isaiah would have found more erotic is if there had been anyone nearby in the parking lot.

Adam reached over the console and lightly tousled Isaiah’s hair, “Yeah. I could tell. What a shame we have to cool our jets for a few hours. Think we can pretend to be just friends until the game’s over?”

Isaiah flashed a grin, “We’ll see. Let’s go before all the good seats are gone.”

The boy was out of the car and waiting for Adam to grab a jacket and come around to his side. It was hard not to hold his hand as they walked toward the gate. Sure, Adam was his boyfriend, but they hardly ever went out, so the notion of masking their relationship was hard on Isaiah. After all, his mom had come to accept Adam as something between a son and younger brother. At least that’s how it seemed to Isaiah.

Once they handed over their tickets, they made their way into the stands and found a spot fairly high up, close to the fifty-yard-line. Even though he wasn’t supposed to show any affection, Isaiah leaned his head against Adam’s shoulder, but when the young man didn’t complain or correct him, the boy settled in and waited for the kick-off.

Once the game started, leaning against Adam became a thing of the past. The fans in the bleachers were on their feet, cheering for their team most of the time. Isaiah and Adam were right there with the rest of the crowd, cheering them on.

The visiting team was the only other team in their district also undefeated. By the last half of the fourth quarter, the home team was ahead by a field goal when the visitors intercepted the ball and ran it most of the way back, only missing a touchdown by ten yards. On their first down, they ran the ball down the middle but lost a yard when the running back was tackled before he could get across the line of scrimmage.

On the second down, the visiting team’s quarterback tried the same tactic. This time, the running back managed to claw his way forward, not going down until he was inside the seven-yard-line. On the third down, the visiting team’s quarterback snapped the ball laterally to his wide receiver, who would have made it into the endzone, save for the home team’s cornerback taking him out just outside of the one-yard-line.

Everyone in the stands was on their feet. If the visitors scored, then they would probably win the district title. If the home team won, then they were nearly a shoo-in for the district title. And all that stood between their foes taking that title away from Isaiah’s team was one measly yard.

After a short timeout, the opposing team kept the same players on the field. They were going to go for it! Isaiah climbed on the bleacher to see over the heads of the people in front of him. He had to see it. Could his team stop the ball?

The quarterback snapped the ball. And handed off the ball to his running back, who veered around the defensive linebackers. The home team’s safety and one of the linebackers took him down right in front of the goal.

The crowd went wild. Isaiah jumped up and down and then threw his arms around Adam and gave him a big hug, “We’re gonna win, Adam! There’s only a couple of minutes left on the clock!”

He stayed with his arms around his boyfriend until Adam gently removed his arms from his neck before giving him a sly wink.

And the clock wound down as the home team took possession of the ball and ran the clock out on a series of three more plays. Again, Isaiah didn’t care about a little hug; who could object to that? This time, he climbed onto Adam’s back and grabbed around the young man’s neck and enjoyed the feel of his boyfriend. He was especially happy when Adam carried him back to the car, riding on his back the whole way.

When they got home, Adam put the car into park and reached across the console and pulled him into his lap, “God, feeling your boner poking me in the back from the bleachers to the car was enough to drive me insane.”

Isaiah melted against him as the young man’s tongue trespassed his mouth. The hint of pepperoni betrayed Adam’s choice of pizza from earlier. The larger tongue in his mouth made Isaiah long for their familiar intimacy, and his hand pushed against the young man’s jeans, where he felt Adam’s erection outlined in his pants.

Isaiah needed more. He opened the driver’s door and slid out. Before bolting toward the front door, he said, “Last one into the bedroom gets fucked first!”

***

When Adam closed the front door, he saw Amanda lying on the couch. She had a box of tissues sitting on her lap. Before he could ask, he noticed she was watching some tear-jerker. She waved at him as she set the box on the floor. “Isaiah made a bee-line for the bedroom. Said it was a race. How was the date?”

Even after ten weeks, the heat radiated to Adam’s face, despite Amanda’s knowledge of what he and Isaiah were doing behind their closed door. “Good. The football team won. Isaiah had a good time.”

Amanda smiled. Although she had been incredibly supportive of his relationship with Isaiah, Adam was still embarrassed that she knew pretty much everything going on. It wasn’t like the boy was a quiet lover. “I imagine he’s expecting a good time tonight.”

Then she nodded toward Adam’s pants. His erection was still making an indention in his jeans. “Looks like both of you are looking for a good time.”

The crimson in his face spread up and down, “Um, really?”

The young woman chuckled, “It’s really weird and kind of messed up, but let me joke about it. It makes it easier for me knowing how much you love each other. Now, go on, get your ashes hauled.”

Adam headed toward the bedroom, trying not to think too deeply about how Amanda coped with his relationship with her son. When he opened the bedroom door, he spied Isaiah on the lower bunk. He was naked, his three inches pointing directly at the top bunk. “What took you so long? Was thinking you got lost or kidnapped.”

The twinkle in Isaiah’s eyes showed his words to be trash talk. Adam pulled his shirt off, “Well, your mom just wanted to make sure that I put some duct tape over your mouth so she could get some sleep.”

Isaiah had the good grace to blush. “Well, when it feels so good, it’s hard to be quiet.”

Adam unbuckled his belt and pulled his pants down, “I guess she’s going to hear you moan like a banshee tonight.”

The boy’s flush deepened, “But I won. It’s my turn.”

Adam let his blue briefs fall to the floor before he let his erection lead him over to the bed, “That’s fine, lover-boy, but the night is young.”

Adam dove onto the bed, grabbing at Isaiah as the boy tried wiggling free. The young man’s fingers ran up and down the boy’s ribs, eliciting peals of laughter. By the time his young lover could stammer out a “S-stop,” Adam lay nearly on top of Isaiah.

The boy’s brown eyes, not much different than his own, drew him in like nothing else could. Somewhere deep inside, Adam knew the boy was on the cusp of puberty. It was even possible he would outgrow their affair as he grew from boy, to teen, to man. Part of Adam would always be drawn to Isaiah, the boy, but he hungered to see how the boy would grow into a man.

His hands rested on Isaiah’s chest, “I love you, Isaiah Luke Clayton.”

The playful expression on the boy’s face gave way to an uncharacteristically meditative one, “At school, sometimes when I think about you, my heart thunders in my chest because I just want to be with you. I know I’m only in the seventh grade, and I’m just a kid, but I’ll always love you, Adam Weston.”

Adam kissed the boy’s neck before drifting down his body, suckling on Isaiah’s small nipples until they grew hard under his tongue. Then, he dug his tongue into the indention of the boy’s belly button. Despite being ticklish, Isaiah quietly chuckled as his fingers ran through Adam’s straight, brown hair. He only gasped when the young man’s tongue caressed his glans.

“Oh!”

Adam slipped the boy’s erect penis into his mouth. Isaiah felt larger than when they had first started more than two months before. Perhaps slightly thicker around and a bit longer. But if that were so, Adam couldn’t have cared less as he sucked the boy.

He hadn’t been down on the boy for long when his young lover pushed him up and said, “Two can play at this game. Flip around.”

Happy to oblige his young lover, Adam pivoted until his midsection was poised over Isaiah’s face. Once the boy’s tongue licked across his glans, the young man went down again on the boy, eager to bring him to orgasm first.

Adam’s nose was filled with a sweaty smell unique to Isaiah. It was one that drove him crazy with lust, and he alternated between licking and sucking on his lover’s little tool until Isaiah stopped sucking on him as he wiggled his butt as pressure built.

“Ahh! Fuck!” the boy cried out as his hips bucked upward, and he spasmed. There was more watery seed now than ten weeks before. A second drop hit the back of Adam’s throat. With a hint of something akin to sweet and salty peanuts, the boy’s ejaculate was still sweet in Adam’s mouth, but with a bit more saltiness, too.

When Adam pulled back, Isaiah’s penis remained erect. That was another delight Adam found in the boy. He could stay erect through multiple orgasms. At twenty, it didn’t take him very long to recharge his batteries, but the boy had hardly any downtime.

Isaiah slapped his butt, “Roll over. I want to be on top.”

Once repositioned, the boy returned to Adam’s penis, bobbing up and down with all the practice and experience two months had given him, even teasing Adam with his tongue. The young man didn’t last long, the feeling in his balls bubbling up, until he moaned, “Cumming!”

Isaiah pushed forward until Adam felt the boy’s tonsils, and then he shuddered as his penis spasmed, sending a load down the boy’s throat. It was followed by a handful more spurts. As his orgasm slowly retreated, Adam enjoyed the powerful feelings as the boy pulled his mouth back until just the young man’s glans remained inside.

When Isaiah finally let his softening penis slip from his mouth, Adam found himself aroused by a hint of something shiny on the boy’s lips, the only sign from swallowing his cum. The young man pulled the boy up to his face, where the taste of his own seed on the boy’s lips was intoxicating.

After long kisses, the boy pulled back and squatted on his knees. His erection pointed toward the top bunk. “That was fun. Now, it’s my turn.”

Without waiting for permission, Isaiah spread the young man’s legs a bit wider and then reached under the mattress for some KY, which Adam had recently bought. After smearing a bit on his penis, he leaned forward, barely waiting as his slender cock pushed through Adam’s muscle ring. Of course, since discovering the joys of anal sex a week before, they had practiced it almost nightly since then.

Isaiah rocked his hips back and forth, in short jabs designed to keep him inside Adam. Despite his three inches, the boy’s tip found the sweet spot inside Adam, and the young man felt a special tingling growing inside him. Normally, Isaiah shot his seed within a couple of minutes, before the growing feeling inside Adam would come to completion. But with only a few minutes since his last eruption, Isaiah seemed to settle on a gentle rocking motion.

He murmured, “You feel like the perfect glove, Adam. I could do this all night.”

The young man couldn’t complain. Especially each time the boy’s penis hit his prostate. “You fill me up, Isaiah. It’s like having something just right in me.”

After another lingering kiss, the boy slipped back into a pleasurable rhythm. Adam wasn’t sure how much time had passed when the intense feelings spilled out from his prostate, and his semi-erection shook with an orgasm from much deeper than normal. White, sticky prostatic fluid covered his stomach as the orgasm crashed over his entire body. Somewhere inside his mind, he realized this was the feeling Isaiah had received each time he made love to the twelve-year-old. And it intense beyond words.

And still, Isaiah kept moving, although he picked up his pace at the sight of the young man’s orgasm. And a few minutes later, while Adam’s prostate orgasm continued to wrack his body, Isaiah shuddered and collapsed on top of him as the boy came again.

Time lacked meaning to Adam. He wasn’t sure how long Isaiah lay atop him, but one thing was sure. The twelve-year-old’s erection never flagged or faltered. And after a bit, Adam’s returned. Even so, he didn’t have the energy or desire to climb atop the boy. Instead, he turned on his side and spooned his young lover after preparing himself to invade the boy’s tightness.

Once Adam felt himself pushing on the boy’s sphincter, he was rewarded by Isaiah pushing against him as the boy cooed, “Oh, fuck, that feels good. We are going to do this all night!”

Adam doubted he had much stamina remaining, but that didn’t stop him from pulling the boy deeper into his embrace as well as burying himself deeper in Isaiah. When the boy shuddered, Adam said, “I should have gone slower. Did I hurt you?”

Isaiah shook his head, “You’re good. It barely even hurt when you pushed it in. It feels really good inside me. Don’t stop.”

Despite exhaustion tugging at him, Adam rocked back and forth on his hips, slowly sliding in and out of Isaiah. The boy’s rectum pulled on his penis as if trying to keep him embedded within him. The best of it was despite how good and tight Isaiah felt on him, the tingling at the base of his penis was a long time arriving and longer still building up.

Isaiah shook in his embrace as his orgasm wracked his entire body. Adam wrapped his fingers around the boy and tried to make the prostatic orgasm even more intense. Of course, the fact the boy had nothing left in reserve only intensified his orgasm.

By the time Adam finally felt his balls constrict, Isaiah barely moved in his arms. His moans were soft, no louder than a whisper. The young man’s eruption filled his young lover’s bowels, and in the protracted moment of his orgasm, Adam passed out.

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Forbidden Fruit – Chapter 11
By
Caliboy1991

Adam set the book down on his bed and turned to the keyboard and typed, John Wycliff’s effect on the Reformation should be measured by the role of reformers in England more so than for his impact with figures such as Martin Luther.

“Adam, what’s a whore?”

The young man’s fingers froze on the keyboard. He glanced upward at the top bunk, “I thought you were doing school work.”

Isaiah leaned over the railing, “I am. I’m supposed to write a paper about the Texas Revolution. And I found a story about a whore who was supposed to help the Texans win their independence. So, what’s a whore?”

Thoughts of the Reformation and John Wycliff drifted away on the winds of Isaiah’s question. “Um, it’s a prostitute.”

“Oh, like Mary Magdalene in the Bible?”

Adam frowned. How in the hell did poor Mary from Magdala get turned into a whore in church tradition? Still, that didn’t have anything to do with Isaiah’s question. Adam said, “Yeah. Are you reading about the Yellow Rose of Texas?”

“Yep. Do you think she really existed?”

Adam closed his laptop, “I suppose. You about done with your homework?”

“Almost.”

A moment later, “Adam?”

“Yes, Isaiah.”

“Homecoming is this Friday,” the boy said.

Was October already half over? Adam shook his head. Christmas break would be here before he knew it. He said, “You going to ask some pretty seventh-grade girl?”

“Fuck you.”

Adam laughed. In the confines of their bedroom, the boy had developed a potty mouth. Adam felt a grin spread across his face. The boy had probably developed it because of his tendency to swear when he orgasmed. Isaiah leaned over, “Girls drool, and boys rule. Right? Anyway, I wanted to go. The football team is kicking butt this season. Do you want to go?”

Adam had been living at the Claytons’ for two months. And in that time, he hadn’t taken Isaiah out on a real date. Some of it was money. He’d given the rent money to Amanda each month, and that didn’t leave him a lot of spare cash. But more importantly, he was afraid of what conclusions folks might draw if they saw him and the boy together at a restaurant. But if the two of them played it cool, the last reason shouldn’t be one.

He leaned over and looked up, “Sure, boyfriend. That sounds fun. We’ll go on a real date and then go to the game. How’s that sound?”

Isaiah swung down and nearly landed in his lap as he threw his arms around Adam’s neck and kissed him. The young man set his laptop and books under his bed before running his hands over the boy’s bare back. Adam pushed his tongue into his young boyfriend’s mouth, savoring the tartness of the Smarties Isaiah had been eating.

The boy tugged at his shirt until it fell discarded on the floor. His hands ran over Adam’s smooth chest. A weekly shave reduced his body to the smoothness Isaiah loved to feel. Then, the boy pushed him back and yanked at his loose shorts, giggling in delight when Adam’s orange briefs came off along with the shorts. Isaiah wrapped his fingers around the young man’s growing erection.

Still giggling, he said, “I love all of you, Adam Weston. But I really love this part of you the best.”

Adam couldn’t argue. The deft, gentle touch felt magical on his penis. He could have let the boy have his way, and both of them would have enjoyed it. But he pulled Isaiah to him and wrapped his arms around the boy’s waist before grabbing Isaiah’s shorts and briefs in the back and pulling down on them.

By the time the boy’s clothes landed on top of Adam’s, Isaiah leaned down and licked the young man’s erection. He looked up into Adam’s face, “The only thing that kept me working on my homework was that you wouldn’t let me do any fun stuff until I’m done. Now, I wanna play.”

The fluttering in his belly had stopped as Adam had grown used to being intimate with Isaiah, but that didn’t lessen his desire. He needed the boy’s three-inches in his mouth. Now. Adam picked up his young boyfriend and rotated him around until Isaiah’s head was poised over his erection. Of course, the boy’s rigid nail was pointed at Adam’s face, too. Then he let the boy mold himself to his body as Adam felt his glans enveloped in Isaiah’s small mouth.

He grabbed the boy by the ass-cheeks and pulled Isaiah down until he tasted the first bit of precum on his glans. Then Adam slid the three rock-hard inches into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the twelve-year-old, listening to Isaiah’s groan. Although with his mouth full of most of Adam’s dick, the boy’s moan was muffled.

This was not the first time he and Isaiah had sixty-nined each other, but it never got old. The tingling in his dick grew gradually as the boy went from bobbing up and down on his erection to licking from the balls to the glans, and back to taking as much of Adam as he could manage. Which Adam thought was quite a lot.

He could feel Isaiah’s tonsils slide across the top of his penis as the boy took him as deep as possible, although four inches was the boy’s limit without gagging. The feel of the inside of Isaiah’s mouth was incredible, especially as the boy’s tonsils slid again over his skin. Adam closed his eyes as the buildup continued. The feeling bubbling up from within his balls was so intense, he let Isaiah’s penis slip from his mouth. As though that was some sort of signal, Isaiah lowered his mouth deeper than ever. He coughed and backed up for a moment before pushing deep again. The second time, Adam felt himself tip over as Isaiah’s lips touched his pubic area.

“Holy fuck!” he moaned as his erection spasmed deeper in the boy’s mouth than ever before. After the second shot, Isaiah backed off until just Adam’s glans remained. When the boy finally pulled off, his hand gripped Adam and milked the last little bit.

Then he growled, “My turn, Adam! Make me cum, please!” Hearing his high preadolescent voice talk about sex kept Adam horny as he took to taking the boy’s entire length in his mouth. This was his preferred way of bringing the boy to orgasm, working his tongue up and down the thin shaft.

Isaiah gripped his hair as he pushed down on Adam, trying to drive his erection even deeper. Then he came. One little jet of semen hit the back of Adam’s throat. Then Isaiah’s penis twitched, firing blanks another half dozen times. Even though he couldn’t see the boy’s semen as he swallowed the little amount, Adam knew from the previous day, the boy’s seed was still watery and clear. And sweet. Isaiah’s cum had none of the salty bitterness of his own.

Spinning around, Isaiah lay with his face directly over Adam’s. His feet rested against the young man’s knees as they kissed. He could still taste his semen on Isaiah’s lips. He’d grown used to the taste, but then again, so had the boy.

One thing Adam adored about his young boyfriend was his stamina. Isaiah’s penis pressed against Adam’s abdomen, still as hard as ever. After a long passionate kiss, Isaiah said, “Can we, um, do some more stuff tonight?”

They both had already received mind-numbing orgasms. What more could the boy want?

Resting his hands on the boy’s smooth backside, Adam said, “Sure. What do you have in mind?”

The past couple of months had ended both of their inhibitions with each other. And that’s why Adam was surprised at the flush on Isaiah’s face. Then the boy surprised him, “Can we fuck? I know you said we needed to wait because I’m not ready. But I think I am, and I really want to fuck.”

Adam’s penis twitched at the boy’s suggestion. He had asked the boy to wait a bit. Some of the reason was that he wanted the boy to be a bit larger and some of it was more practical. Isaiah wasn’t a quiet lover. Thank God Amanda was as understanding as she was.

When Adam didn’t respond, Isaiah got up and said, “I’ll be right back.”

A moment later, he returned with some petroleum jelly from his bathroom. “You didn’t say no, so that means yes.”

All the mutual masturbation and blow jobs had been everything Adam had wanted with the boy. But he knew sex with Isaiah would draw them even closer. He just didn’t want to rush it. “Um, okay. You know how it’s done, I guess.”

Isaiah thrust his hips forward, “Yeah, one of us puts it in the other’s ass.”

The way the boy said it gave Adam an idea. He had just turned fourteen the last time Clint had fucked him. The idea of letting Isaiah fuck him sounded fun. “Yeah. You’re right. To get you ready for me to put my dick in you, we’re going to have to do a bit of work to loosen your butthole. But, if you want, you can go first on me.”

Isaiah’s eyes shone brightly as he nearly shouted, “Awesome,” as he climbed onto the bed.

Adam took the petroleum jelly and made a promise to himself to pick up something with an easier cleanup for the next time. He said, “Kneel between my legs, lover boy.”

With Isaiah squatting between his legs, Adam took some of the goop and smeared it over the boy’s still erect penis. Then he took a bit more and fingered himself. The feeling of his finger sliding through the tight sphincter rings felt weird, but when he pulled his finger back, he nodded and said, “You know you won’t be a virgin after this.”

With a face filled with lust, Isaiah said, “I know. But that’ll make us lovers, for real. Not just boyfriends.”

Lining up Isaiah was so different from six years earlier. Clint had been bigger and experienced. Fourteen-year-old Adam had been smaller and the object of the older boy’s lust. In fact, it wasn’t lost on Adam that once Isaiah penetrated him, the boy would lose his virginity before he would.

The slick, cold touch of the lubricant dissipated against the heat of Isaiah’s small head as it pressed against Adam’s sphincter. The young man nodded, “Fuck me, Isaiah.”

And with those three simple words, his young boyfriend pushed inside.

More than six years had come and gone since the last time anyone had invaded Adam. There was a sharp pain that was gone almost as soon as it hit, when Isaiah penetrated the muscle ring. The boy’s three inches slid the rest of the way in nearly effortlessly. Lying under him, Adam enjoyed the pure bliss on the boy’s face when his bald pubic bone pressed just under Adam’s scrotum.

“Wow!” Isaiah said, leaning forward.

It felt like more than three inches inside Adam. And as he felt a bit of pressure forward of his rectum, he closed his eyes at the delightful penetrating pressure.

His eyes snapped open, and he leaned toward Isaiah and kissed the boy before saying, “Go ahead. Move in and out.”

Isaiah slipped out when he pulled back, but his penis found the hole without any help as he let gravity take him back in. The boy’s tip massaged against Adam’s prostate, sending tingling sensations throughout his body.

The boy slipped out once more before figuring out how far back he could go before he’d pop out. He then settled into short rhythmic thrusts that sent waves of bliss radiating out from Adam’s rectum. Isaiah paused for a moment, his eyelids half-closed, before he sped up, “I’m almost there!”

The boy went rigid as Adam felt his insides quiver with each kick of the boy’s penis as he shot his bit of semen into the young man. With a loud yelp of pleasure, Isaiah fell on top of Adam’s chest, letting the young man caress his hair and back while still enjoying the remnants of his bliss.

When Isaiah’s penis slipped out, Adam missed that full sensation when he said, “Was it as good as you’d hoped.”

A bit glassy-eyed, Isaiah lifted his head, and with a big, goofy smile plastered across his face, he said, “Better. That was fucking awesome. Now it’s your turn.”

***

All was right in Isaiah’s world. The release he felt between his legs was almost beyond words as his head rested against Adam’s chest. The sound of his boyfriend’s heart thumping against his ribcage thrilled the boy to know Adam’s heart belonged to him.

When he felt Adam’s penis erect between his legs, he slid off to his side, “I meant it, Adam. I want to know what you felt. Fuck me.”

Adam turned on his side as Isaiah came to rest next to him. The young man leaned forward and kissed him, “No, my love. I want to make sweet love to you.”

With that, Adam knelt and moved over between Isaiah’s legs. When he retrieved the petroleum jelly, he slathered a bit on his finger and placed it at Isaiah’s backdoor. “Let’s see if we can fit this in you first.”

Isaiah had spent some time reading up about sex. Who would have thought there was so much information on WebMD? And the school was nice enough not to block the medical website. Those moments over the past month when he’d been in the bathtub alone, he’d tried penetrating himself with his fingers. That’s when he discovered soap might lube you up, but it could also burn like hell. Still, he’d managed to get a couple of fingers inside his rectum a few times. When Adam’s index finger invaded him, it didn’t hurt. Of course, knowing what to expect helped, as did pushing against his boyfriend’s finger.

“You okay, Isaiah?” Adam said when his finger was in him up to the young man’s second knuckle.

The boy’s focus was on his butt and the feelings within it. The stretching of his sphincter was a bit uncomfortable but not really painful. Isaiah nodded, “Yeah. Go deeper.”

A moment later, he felt Adam’s hand brush against his balls as the young man managed to get his finger all the way in. Isaiah’s insides felt full, or at least fuller than they had when he’d pushed his own fingers up his butt. When Adam withdrew his finger, the boy felt a powerful tingle between his butt and penis.

“Oh, wow. That felt good,” he said even as his boyfriend slid his finger deep inside.

Adam seemed to enjoy fingering Isaiah, and who was he to complain? His boyfriend’s finger felt good. Then, he gasped in longing as the finger came out. Adam said, “If I didn’t know better, I’d say you’ve done this before. Your muscles are relaxed a bit. We’ll see if I can fit inside you.”

When he’d slathered the slick goop on his penis, Adam leaned forward until Isaiah felt pressure on his butt hole. Some of the articles he read said that butt sex could be really painful. Others seemed to say proper preparation was all that was needed to make it feel magical. He prayed the second opinion was right as he pushed against Adam’s penis the same way he would if he were taking a poop.

Adam’s erect, hard penis was bigger than his finger. A lot bigger, and as the young man forced his way past the outer muscle ring, Isaiah blinked back tears at the pain.

“Whoa,” Adam stopped his forward motion and said, “You okay?”

Isaiah nodded as the pain gradually faded, “Yeah. You’re really big.”

Without moving his erection any deeper, Adam leaned forward and kissed Isaiah’s lips, “You keep saying that, but I’ve barely average. I bet you end up bigger than me.”

The pain subsided by then. Isaiah said, “By then, we’ll both be experts at buttfucking. Can you go deeper?”

If he had thought Adam’s fingers filled him up, he couldn’t have been more wrong. As his boyfriend pushed in another inch, part of Isaiah felt like he had never been as full. Mesmerized by the feelings swirling inside him, both figurative and literally, Isaiah propped himself up on his elbows so he could see the space between him and Adam.

“Holy shit, Adam, I can see you inside me! That’s sick!” he nearly shouted. Adam took his excitement as proof the young man wasn’t hurting Isaiah and pushed in a bit further. Isaiah’s eyes bugged. There was some discomfort, but nothing compared to the pleasantly weird feeling that came from having most of his boyfriend buried in his ass.

With a ragged sigh, Isaiah lay his head back down as he felt Adam’s pubic bone press against his balls. In a voice tinged with wonder, the young man said, “I’m all the way in. How’re you doing?”

Isaiah had no idea if fucking himself with his fingers over the past few weeks had helped or if Adam’s larger finger penetrating him had done the trick, but now that his sphincter had been violated, every bit of him that had taken in all of Adam’s erection felt terrific.

Instead of moving in and out, Adam let his body rest atop Isaiah’s. The boy would have thought he’d have been crushed, but it wasn’t like that. Of course, as the young man kissed him, any thought about how much heavier was Adam went out the window. His twenty-year-old lover pushed past the boy’s lips, twisting his tongue against Isaiah’s.

When he finally broke the kiss, Adam slowly pulled his penis out until only his glans remained inside Isaiah. He slowly sank back in, gradually driving five inches deep into Isaiah’s rectum. The boy let loose a happy yelp as that tingling in the space between his butt and his penis tingled even more.

Adam’s rocking motion wasn’t fast, but every time his penis rubbed along Isaiah’s prostate, the boy wordlessly moaned his bliss. Then the most amazing thing happened. After an intense jolt, he felt the tingling explode, running up his spinal column, down his legs, and to the tip of his penis. And he came again. The watery, clear cum oozed out of his piss slit as his erection spasmed.

“Ahhh, fuck!” Isaiah cried out as the most intense orgasm he’d ever had wracked his body.

Then, as if that weren’t enough, Adam groaned, burying himself as deep into the boy as ever as his body shook. The feeling of the young man growing bigger and harder inside him just made that orgasm deep inside Isaiah keep coming.

Adam hunched over the boy, nestling his head against Isaiah’s neck until the boy’s orgasm finally ended. Slowly, the young man, a look of astoundment writ across his face, kissed Isaiah tenderly on his lips. After a long, lazy kiss, he said, “That’s how we make love.”

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Forbidden Fruit – Chapter 10
By
Caliboy1991

Isaiah collapsed on the lower bunk and glanced up at Adam, worried he’d pushed things too far. Still, the tension he’d felt growing was gone now. After closing the door, Adam joined him on the bed and sighed, “What the fuck? I thought I was going to have a heart attack, Isaiah.”

Adam hardly ever swore, and the boy wanted to retreat into his shell for making his boyfriend angry. “I’m sorry, Adam. Maybe I shouldn’t have, but you’ve been pulling back when I try to get closer, and it sucks.”

Like a sail losing its wind, Adam deflated, “Have I? I guess I didn’t realize it. I didn’t mean to. I just…”

Isaiah finished the thought, “Didn’t want my mom to think you were doing stuff with me?”

His boyfriend ruefully chuckled, “I guess we don’t have to worry about that anymore. She knows I give you blowjobs now.”

Isaiah’s face lit up as he remembered the intense electrical feeling that had shot through his body when Adam sucked him off. Still, he didn’t want the young man retreating from something so fun, “It’s not really giving me blow jobs if you only do it once or twice. But if you sucked me a third time…”

Isaiah spread his legs open, offering his seme-erect member to Adam.

The young man laughed as he leaned forward, “Fine, but I’ll get my revenge for making me do that in front of your mom later.”

Then his tongue touched Isaiah’s glans. The electrical sensation was just as intense as it had been earlier, and the boy was in heaven as Adam worked his tongue and lips over his now-straining erection. Unlike earlier, when Amanda was watching, now the young man took his time, kissing and licking along Isaiah’s shaft. It was the weekend; there was no hurry.

Isaiah lost himself to Adam’s swirling tongue. For a fleeting moment, he wondered why he had ever thought Josh might have been worth a kiss. His mom was right. God must have brought Adam into their lives because the young man was so perfect in every way. His hips jolted as his boyfriend engulfed his entire length. Another wordless moan escaped his lips as he felt himself awash in his passion. It was loud enough for his mom to hear, but now, now, it didn’t matter.

A high-pitched squeal escaped his lips as his penis jerked. Isaiah shuddered as he felt his little bit of ejaculate squirt into Adam’s mouth. The young man’s lips and tongue kept at it until the stimulation overcame him and his hands pushed Adam’s head away. Overwhelmed by the intensity of his orgasm, he exhaled, “Fuck! That was good.”

Adam lightly smacked him in the side of the head, “Your mom gave you a free pass this evening. Don’t let her catch you cussing, okay?”

Still reeling from his climax, Isaiah nodded, “Yeah. I want to do that a lot more.”

Chuckling, Adam said, “It’s a good thing your cum tastes so sweet. I think I might become addicted to you.”

The look in Adam’s eyes was enough to fill the boy with certainty. This was right for them. He didn’t know why people thought it was wrong. Not when it felt so right. Unable to resist, he leaned forward and kissed his boyfriend. In addition to the sweet taste of chocolate cake and the familiar taste of Adam, there was something else in the kiss. Was that his own cum?

The taste on his tongue made him want more of Adam, and before he could properly finish shoving his tongue as deep into Adam’s mouth as possible, Isaiah’s head dropped a bit and kissed at Adam’s beautifully smooth nipples. But those weren’t his objective, just a slight detour. He nearly ignored Adam’s innie bellybutton as his fingers wrapped around the base of the young man’s erection. The silky smooth skin above Adam’s penis felt so different against his lips than the pubic hair that once covered where his lips now kissed. This was so much better. He hoped Adam would keep shaving.

There was a slickness on Adam’s penis as the boy’s tongue licked across Adam’s glans. Apart from a slight sweetness, it was tasteless. Before putting his mouth over his boyfriend’s penis, he glanced at Adam’s face. He lay back against the pillow, his eyes closed. Good, Isaiah thought. He wanted to take his time and explore Adam’s penis.

Isaiah’s jaw popped as he slid the large head inside his mouth. But the release of pressure felt better as he adjusted to Adam’s tip. Running his tongue over the young man’s piss slit filled Isaiah’s taste buds with more of that slight sweetness. Then, he pulled back and licked and kissed down the bottom of the large penis until he reached Adam’s ball sack. Unlike times in the past, now it was smooth too. In a fit of curiosity, Isaiah felt his own scrotum. Sure, it was a lot smaller. Of course, his balls were a lot smaller too. But somehow or another, Adam had managed to shave down there to the point he was just as smooth as Isaiah. And it felt fun playing with the twenty-year-old’s balls, kissing and licking them before he worked his way to the tip again.

Adam had told him on several occasions that the young man’s penis was just average. But to Isaiah, it was huge, and he loved the feel of the soft skin over rigid muscles. Especially as the boy added a second inch in his mouth. No matter what Adam might say, Isaiah disagreed as he managed a third inch. But now, Adam was pressing against the roof of his mouth. Another inch and Isaiah’s tonsils would be forced back.

Breathing through his nose, Isaiah mimicked the bobbing motion Adam had performed on him, and even though he came close to gagging, he fell into a rhythm that elicited a long, low moan from his boyfriend.

His jaw started to hurt after Isaiah had been going a couple of minutes, but another moan came from the head of the bed before Adam said, “Watch out, I’m about to blow!”

And before Isaiah could decide if he should pull back, the rigid fleshy pole in his mouth grew even harder and then shuddered in his mouth as salty fluid erupted from Adam. It wasn’t like his own. Spasm followed spasm, blast after blast, as the boy had no choice but to swallow the salty, slightly bitter liquid overflowing from his mouth.

A glob of white goo beaded on Adam’s penis after Isaiah pulled back, a couple of whitish rivulets ran down the corners of the boy’s mouth. The heavy taste of Adam on the boy’s tongue was unfamiliar. While he had tasted worse things, Isaiah wondered if he would acquire the taste for Adam’s cum the same way his boyfriend liked his own semen.

Adam opened his eyes, “Sorry about that. I tried to warn you, but you were doing such a great job, I lost myself.”

Isaiah swallowed again. “No problem. Did you enjoy it?”

Adam nodded as he pulled on Isaiah, pulling him toward his face. After a long, drawn-out kiss, Adam said, “Yeah. That was the best yet. Who could have imagined loving you would be so fun?”

***

Isaiah’s soft breathing brought a tired smile to Adam’s face. They had both sucked each other off a second time. Well, a third time for the boy. But now, he really needed to pee.

As careful as possible, he slid off the bed and hurried to the door. A glance down the short hall showed a flickering light in the living room from the TV. He thought about putting something on, but his clothes were still in the living room, where Isaiah had taken them off. Shaking his head, he stepped across the hallway into the bathroom. By the time he was finished, his bladder felt like normal. Before turning to go, he ran his hand over the smoothness created by his safety razor. It did feel good. Perhaps if he hadn’t already orgasmed twice, his penis might have stirred. Instead, it happily lay dormant, three inches softly laying against his balls.

Involuntarily, he yawned and headed back to bed. When he opened the bathroom door, a voice from the living room said, “Isaiah, honey, is that you?”

Standing in the doorway naked, Adam was tempted to ignore the voice and hurry back into the room he shared with Isaiah. But Amanda had been so good to him, especially after the boy’s efforts earlier in the evening. He said, “It’s Adam.”

“Can you come here, sweetie?”

Still standing at the door, he said, “I’m afraid I’m still undressed, Amanda.”

“That’s alright. After this evening, I think I can handle a little nudity.”

Wondering what Amanda wanted, Adam came into the living room. She was still on the couch, but some romantic comedy with Hugh Grant played on the TV.

When she looked up and saw Adam, Amanda’s eyes lingered over his crotch, covered by his cupped hands, briefly before returning to Hugh Grant. “I couldn’t sleep. What’s your excuse?”

Adam felt uncomfortable as he came over and sat on the other end of the sofa, still covering himself. He didn’t understand why he felt that way. What he felt for Amanda came close to what he’d call love, but it wasn’t anything like his feelings for Isaiah. In his jumbled mind, Amanda was like the friend he’d always wanted Becky to be, as well as what might feel like to have a big sister.

“I had to pee. What time is it?”

“A bit after midnight. I was about to head to sleep, but Isaiah’s loud.”

The heat rushed into Adam’s face as he recalled the boy’s squeals as he came. “Oh, God, I’m sorry.”

Amanda hit the pause button and turned to face him, “No, sweetie, I’m sorry. I had no idea Isaiah had planned to force you and me to accept the full nature of your relationship.”

Adam shook his head, “I wanted to stop it. I couldn’t afford to piss you off.”

Amanda reached across the couch and touched his knee, “You didn’t. It was naïve of me to think Isaiah would be content to play at romance, happy with some kisses and hugs. He wants everything you have to offer him. And, even though it’s weird hearing him when you…”

Adam felt a measure of relief Amanda didn’t finish the sentence. But she did go on, “And you. I know you want everything he has to offer. That’s what love is about, Adam. I wish I had found it with Adam’s father.”

Amanda had never talked about the boy’s dad. All Isaiah had told him was he had never met the guy. The young woman shrugged, “And to think, I thought when I first met you in the fellowship hall, the two of us might have had a chance.”

She chuckled in the darkness.

The admission left Adam at a loss for words. The silence lingered until he managed to say, “I had no idea. Getting to know Isaiah was really how I came to terms with being gay. I’d had other stuff happen when I was in junior high and high school, but I’d tried to chalk them up to experimenting. That lie brought me some comfort for a while, but your son shattered that illusion.”

Amanda moved over until only a few inches separated them, “When I realized you were destined for Adam, I gave up on hoping for something between us. But I’m still terribly fond of you.”

As if that admission were permission, she leaned against Adam’s arm and continued, “I’m flying blind through all this. I love my son with everything I have. And that’s how I’m coping. He loves you so much, and it hurts me watching him fall in love again, thinking he was heading for another disappointment. Only this time, I thought it would be worse than with Josh. I prayed every day that God would give me something. A sign, a miracle. Anything to save Isaiah from a broken heart.

“I never imagined when we met that you were the answer to that prayer, Adam. I know this is messed up. I know I’m supposed to think what you have with Isaiah is wrong. But I’ve been watching your romance blossom, and the two of you share a beautiful innocence. Nobody can convince me God thinks what you have is wrong.”

Adam wasn’t so sure. But Isaiah was too important to him to listen to the arguments that had once held sway over him. He said, “That means a lot to me. When I feel so in love, it’s easy to forget that this is all new to you, too.”

Amanda reached an arm around his torso and hugged him, “Maybe so. But I love you, even if it’s somewhere between how I’d feel about a boyfriend, brother, and friend. There’s nobody else I’d want Isaiah to grow up loving than you.”

Smiling at the warmth of Amanda’s hug as well as her words, Adam said, “Thanks. We’ll try to keep it down and not make things too weird.”

“Oh, sweetie, don’t do that. Be yourselves.”

Adam wasn’t sure she really meant it. “I don’t know that you’d really want Isaiah and me to be lounging around naked in the living room. After this evening, I don’t think I am.”

Amanda leaned over and kissed him on the cheek, “Suit yourself, sweetie. But I wouldn’t mind. Well, I probably wouldn’t want to find Isaiah riding your cock on the couch. I’d be fine with you boys keeping that in your room.”

She laughed nervously as she exited the movie. “I’m glad we got a chance to talk.”

She climbed to her feet, “It is getting late. And I should get on to bed.”

Adam stood, “Yeah. Me too. Thanks for everything.”

There wasn’t much space between them, as Amanda said, “Anytime.”

Then, she took a small step forward and leaned up and kissed him. This wasn’t like the little pecks she had given him when he’d been lying beside Isaiah. This was different. There was a depth of longing in the kiss. But also sadness.

Amanda pulled back, “I’m sorry, Adam. I had no right. It’s just…”

Even though the kiss was over, the memory lingered. Even though it felt different than how Becky used to kiss him, it reminded him of his ex’s kisses. Despite something stirring between his legs, he felt no spark and doubted he ever would.

But his hand reached out and took hers, “It’s okay. I didn’t mind. Good night. See you in the morning.”

Adam turned and walked back to his bedroom. He stopped at the door and watched Amanda head to bed. He felt a mixture of sadness and elation. He was powerless to do anything for her. Despite her kiss, all he felt was something familial for her. His elation came from knowing he was no longer constrained in his feelings for Isaiah. They could be unreservedly together, at least within the boundaries of their bedroom.

He closed the bedroom door behind him and slipped under the covers next to Isaiah. After spooning the boy, he closed his eyes. He tried praying for Amanda, that she would find someone who completed her like Isaiah did him. But before he finished, he was sound asleep.

Copyright 2019 – Caliboy1991
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Forbidden Fruit – Chapter 9
By
Caliboy1991

Adam glanced at the time in the laptop’s taskbar and sighed. He’d spent the last three hours explaining in an essay how the Reformation impacted the Age of Reason, and he was ready to be done. He had a bit of time before he needed to pick Isaiah up from school. The boy was ecstatic not needing to take the bus home most days, although with the school year barely a week underway, Adam was new to the routine.

He saved the Word document and closed the laptop. The paper wasn’t due until Monday, and he was nearly finished. At least with the first draft. As he climbed off the lower bunk, he felt a familiar pressure on his bladder and headed across the hall to the bathroom. When he unfastened his jeans and pulled down the front of his blue briefs, a bit of talcum powder escaped, forming a faint cloud over the toilet. He’d done his best to ignore the occasional itching, but he took a moment to pull his pants down to inspect the damage.

It had started a couple of days before, between the time Isaiah got home from school, and Amanda returned from work. He’d been cuddling with the boy on his bunk in just their underwear when Isaiah shoved his hand down the front of Adam’s underwear.

“When’d you get hair down here?” he had asked as his fingers ran through the curly mass.

With Isaiah’s hand so close, it was impossible not to bone up, “I was probably thirteen. Why?”

The boy’s fingers wrapped around his shaft, “I like how smooth your dick is compared to the rest of you. It feels nice when I touch it.”

Adam wasn’t about to let Isaiah have all the fun. He snaked his fingers down the front of the boy’s underwear. As he ran his fingers across the boy’s smooth pubic area, he said, “How’s this feel?”

Giggling, the boy said, “Better when you do it. I like it when you touch me.”

Adam wrapped his fingers around the boy’s growing protrusion, “Me too. Do you like it better when you touch my body or when I touch yours?”

The young man was genuinely curious. If someone had told him at the start of the summer that he was going to be passionately in love by the time school started back up, he’d have laughed in their face. If they’d told him it would be with a pre-teen, he’d have denied it to heaven. But now he was head-over-heels in love with Isaiah, and he wanted to know what about their intimacy the boy enjoyed the most.

Isaiah was thoughtfully silent for a bit as he pulled on Adam’s underwear, freeing his erection from the brief’s constraints. “I like them both. But I like how your skin feels on me when you touch me. I wonder if it’ll feel as good once I get hair down there.”

Adam had let his fingers glide over the boy’s pubic area before returning to stroking his boner, “If you don’t like it, you don’t have to keep the hair. Some guys shave their body hair.”

As the boy’s hand sped up on Adam’s penis, he said, “Have you ever done that?”

“Yeah. I had a friend back when I was your age. His name was Clint, and we fooled around some. Anyway, when I started getting hair down there, he talked me into shaving it.”

The boy’s rhythm didn’t stop, as Adam felt the first tingling tremor in his penis. “Why’d you start shaving it?”

Clint’s moving away for college had given Adam time to try to leave the gay sex behind. Given how the young man now realized how fruitless his earlier denial had been, he didn’t want to burden the boy with all the details. He said, “After Clint left, I didn’t see any point in shaving it. Looks kind of weird when you’re fourteen and showering in PE, and all your pubes are gone.”

Considering the boy’s questions, Adam asked, “Why? Do you not like my pubic hair?”

Isaiah was silent; his hand barely jacking up and down on Adam’s erection. “It’s cool. I like it just fine. After all, it’s on you, and I love everything about you, boyfriend.”

A few seconds later, Adam pulled Isaiah’s underwear down and began stroking his penis with his thumb and forefinger. Before long, the boy’s hand stopped going up and down on him as Adam stroked the boy to orgasm. Just like the first time, Isaiah had a clear, shiny pearl beading on his pee slit. Unlike before, he swiped his finger across the boy’s glans and deposited the tiny amount on his finger before putting his finger in his mouth. The small amount barely had any taste, perhaps slightly sweet.

After getting off, the boy resumed his assault of the young man’s erection until a few minutes later, the boy splattered Adam’s seed across both of them.

That had a few days before. And now, as Adam ran his fingers across his smooth pubic area, he tried to find any imperfections in his effort to shave himself, but he was smooth. In fact, he lifted his shirt, all the way up, and felt the artificial smoothness of the area under his belly and across his chest. It had taken a while, but two razorblades later, he had shaved every bit of hair he could reach below his neck.

As he emptied his bladder, Adam muttered, “The things I do for that boy. He’s got no idea how difficult it was to get to some parts.”

Adam had pulled away from the curb after letting Isaiah buckle up. “T.G.I.F,” the boy said once they were underway.

“How was the first week back?” Adam asked.

Isaiah shrugged, “Not bad. Did you finish the paper you said you had?”

“Almost. But I’m not going to let it get in the way of a certain twelve-year-old’s birthday bash.”

The boy grinned. “Last year, Mom wanted to take me out to a Pizza buffet, but they were still closed because of the virus. She tell you what she’s planning?”

Amanda had told Adam. It didn’t seem like much, but she swore the boy would be happy with pizza, gifts, and movies. When he’d asked her how she knew that would be enough, she told him that all Isaiah wanted was to spend time with Adam. Pizza and movies were just icing on the cake. Of course, she’d also have a cake with chocolate icing.

“You’ll just have to wait until she gets home,” Adam said cryptically. Although he had bought the boy a gift card for his console, the real gift was later, after they’d retired to their room. He was nervous about what Isaiah would think of his smooth body. Given how bits and parts itched a bit, he hoped the boy would like it.

By the time they got home, it was pushing four in the afternoon. As Adam parked in the second spot under the carport, he said, “Why don’t you get your homework done first? That way, you’ve got the whole weekend to celebrate turning twelve.”

Isaiah stuck his tongue out, “There you go, already trying to suck the fun out of a perfectly good Friday.”

“Well, do you have any?”

The boy huffed, “Yeah. Stupid Mrs. Jacovich gave us a worksheet for Texas history.”

Walking up to the front door, Adam called over his shoulder, “Come on, don’t be like me, procrastinating until Sunday night.”

Isaiah was putting his textbook and assignment in his bookbag when there was a rattling at the front door. Adam jumped up and opened the door. Amanda came through the door laden with a couple of pizza boxes and a cake box on top of that. Once she set them down on the kitchen table, she nearly shouted, “Happy birthday, Isaiah!”

Isaiah’s high-pitched pre-adolescent laughter thrilled Adam. He loved seeing his young boyfriend happy. And Amanda was right. The boy seemed perfectly happy.

By the time they had demolished both boxes of pizza and half the chocolate cake, Adam sat on the floor, leaning against the couch while Isaiah sat next to him, playing the newest game his mom had bought. After a bit, Amanda came back in from throwing the pizza boxes away, “You boys want to watch a movie? I rented the new Top Gun movie.”

Isaiah saved where he was at in the game, “Yeah. This game is single player. I’ll play it some more when you old fuddy-duddies are too tired to keep up with all this awesomeness.”

Adam dug an elbow into the boy’s rib, “Who you calling old? Pipsqueak.”

Isaiah gave a war cry and jumped on Adam, straddling his waist, “Who you calling pipsqueak? Look whose on top of who.”

Adam stuck out his tongue, “That’s look who’s on top of whom.”

Isaiah leaned forward until his face was a few inches over Adam’s. “Nope. No grammar police tonight. It’s my birthday.”

Then, he leaned forward and kissed Adam. It felt weird to kiss in front of Amanda, who had just sat down on the couch a couple of feet away. Although it seemed like Isaiah found excuses to kiss him in the living room or the kitchen, the frequency had grown over the past week. Her wry chuckle was permission enough for him to return the kiss and wrap his arms around the boy, letting their kiss linger. This evening, Isaiah was the first to part his lips and slip his tongue into Adam’s mouth, but it wasn’t long before he invaded the boy’s mouth.

Adam only broke the kiss when he felt himself bulging in his pants. “Alright, stud-muffin, you want to watch the movie or not?”

The boy climbed off his lap. Once Adam had reclaimed his seat on the couch, he patted the space between him and Amanda, “Come on.”

Isaiah gave him a wink before turning to Amanda, “Is it okay if I get ready for bed before we watch the movie?”

It wasn’t even eight o’clock. Adam wasn’t sure what game Isaiah was playing at. A glance from Amanda showed she wasn’t either. Still, she nodded, “Sure, if you want.”

The boy turned to Adam. In a sensual, soft voice, Isaiah said, “Can you help me, please?”

All of the boy’s public displays of affection started to make sense. Even including the kisses over the past week, Adam had been consistent about keeping things between him and Isaiah to a PG rating when Amanda was around. And, there were a few things he and Isaiah still hadn’t done yet. He was determined to take things slow.

With eyebrows raised, Adam said, “You need my help?”

Smiling seductively, Isaiah said, “It is my birthday.”

This felt like Isaiah was pushing at those boundaries, and Adam glanced over at Amanda. She offered a bemused smile and shrugged her shoulders.

Adam reached out and pulled the boy close, “Okay, Casanova.”

He took the boy’s shirt by the hem and pulled it over his head. The boy’s tanned torso looked inviting. Of course, he was hard-pressed to keep his hands from reaching out and playing with that torso. Then, after another glance at Amanda, whose bemused smile had been replaced by a curious stare, Adam went for the boy’s shorts and unfastened them. With a gentle tug on the legs, they fell to the floor. Isaiah grinned proudly in his new blue briefs. They were the same brand Adam wore, albeit several sizes smaller.

“There, lover-boy,” Adam smirked, “All dressed for bed. Ready to watch the movie?”

Isaiah smiled broadly, “It hardly seems fair that I’m the only one ready for bed. As my boyfriend, I thought you’d want to get ready, too.”

Seeing the trap Isaiah had set, Adam cast a glance over at Amanda, who was hiding her mouth behind a balled-up fist, although Adam could practically hear her silent laughter at her son’s machinations.

Any other time, Amanda’s tacit acknowledgment would have been enough for him to agree to Isaiah’s playful suggestion. But, dammit, he’d just shaved everything from the neck down. If he got down to his underwear, setting aside how could he possibly hide the erection growing in his pants, how could Amanda fail to see what he’d done? Between one or the other, either could lead to questions he didn’t want to answer about how fast things were progressing between him and Isaiah.

Adam stammered, “Um, you sure? I mean, we don’t wanna gross your mom out, a couple of boys in our underwear, you know.”

Amanda’s silent laughter turned loud, “Sweety, I’ve seen both of you in your underwear several times. Neither of you have anything I haven’t seen.” She chuckled some more before she added, “Go on, I don’t mind.”

Isaiah moved first. His hands were at the young man’s shirt, and without further protest, the shirt soon joined the pile of Isaiah’s clothes. In his haste, Isaiah hadn’t really seen the subtle changes wrought by Adam’s razor blades. Then, the boy attached the button and zipper on Adam’s jeans before tugging at them. Before Adam knew it, in the boy’s haste to pull his pants off, the young man’s underwear was almost to his knees before he knew it.

Isaiah stopped his tugging as Adam’s erection popped into view. Almost as important, at least to Adam, much of his handiwork with the razors was on full display before his boyfriend and Amanda.

Adam snatched at his underwear and tugged at them, but they were caught in his pants. It took a moment to free them and pull them up, covering up his shame. He muttered, “Oh, shit, I’m so sorry.”

Isaiah, eyes still wide at the shocking revelation, stammered, “Uh, n-no, t-that was my fault.”

Amanda sat in silence, her cheeks a bright crimson, while Isaiah plopped down between the two adults, grabbed the remote, and started the movie. Feeling the heat flushing his face, Adam crossed one leg over the other and rested his hands in his lap, desperate to hide the erection straining against his briefs.

Top Gun 2 hadn’t played for long before Isaiah relaxed against his arm. Adam moved it and draped it across the boy’s shoulders. Having the nearly naked boy leaning against him almost made the young man forget about the earlier embarrassment. After a bit, Isaiah ran a hand over his chest, stopping to play with his nipples for a moment before letting his hand fall to below his belly button, where the thin track of hair had once trailed down to his pubic area.

In a soft voice only intended for Adam, the boy said, “Wow, it’s so smooth. Just like me.”

Adam so wanted to ask the boy if he liked it. After all, Isaiah was the entire reason he’d shaved everything off. But Amanda was only a few feet away, and even though she was ostensibly watching the movie, he could tell the boy’s mom was very much aware of what her son and his boyfriend were doing.

Adam whispered, “I hoped you’d like it.”

The leg Adam had crossed over the other was close enough for Isaiah to inspect, and he moved his hands away from the young man’s belly, running his fingers over the smooth results of a close shave. Adam wasn’t a particularly hairy twenty-year-old, but the boy had previously commented on how much hair he’d had on his legs. However, to Adam, it was the contrast between having some body hair and Isaiah’s complete lack of it.

The boy exclaimed, “Wow, this is really smooth, too. Even smoother than mine.”

Excited by the new discovery, Isaiah’s voice was no longer a whisper, and Amanda leaned forward at the boy’s comment.

Still uncomfortable with the earlier wardrobe malfunction, her voice was hesitant as she examined Adam’s leg, “Wow. You went all the way. Can I feel it?”

Adam, embarrassed at all the attention, nodded. Over the past few weeks, he’d come to like Amanda a lot. It was clear the best things he loved about Isaiah came from his mom. But his feelings for her were hardly the same as his feelings for his young boyfriend. In some ways, it reminded him of how he liked Becky, but without the need to hide his preferences. As Adam’s love for Isaiah deepened, he could see Amanda would be supportive of their love for as long as the boy wanted it.

As Amanda ran her fingers over his calf, she nodded, “Very smooth. I’ve got some moisturizer in my bathroom. I’ll let you borrow it. It’ll keep it your skin from drying out.”

Isaiah’s attention moved to Adam’s thighs. His hand moved up the inside of Adam’s leg until it grazed his underwear. The boy seemed fascinated with Adam’s body, far more than before. His fingers traced over Adam’s fingers, which were still trying to hide his erection until the boy’s hand once again rested on the young man’s smooth skin between his belly button and the waistband of his briefs.

There was a note of appreciation in the boy’s voice, “You did this for me, didn’t you?”

Adam tried to ignore Amanda’s hand, still running up and down his calf, and nodded, “Yeah. I know how you like it…”

His voice trailed off. He really wasn’t comfortable talking about what he and Isaiah shared in their bedroom, not with Amanda sitting next to him, inspecting his handiwork.

Isaiah didn’t share the same inhibition, “When you touch me. Yeah. The way your hand feels against my skin is really nice.”

Adam tried to get the boy’s attention with his face, nodding toward Amanda. If telepathy existed, he’d have screamed, Dude, your mom’s right there.

His look hadn’t been subtle. The red in Amanda’s cheeks spread down her neck as she pulled her hand away, “Isaiah, your making Adam uncomfortable. Boyfriends don’t usually talk about that around their moms.”

Isaiah flashed an apologetic grin, “I’m sorry, Adam. It’s just… I don’t know. I…”

When the boy’s words failed him, Adam reached out and tousled his hair, “It’s okay. When I think about you, sometimes I have a hard time finding the right words, too.”

Isaiah shook his head, “It’s not that. It’s just I don’t want you or Mom mad at me. But I’ve got something I want to say.”

The boy, over the past few weeks, hadn’t been particularly assertive in their relationship, content with the things Adam had shown him. In fact, aside from that first day in the shower, neither of them had sucked on the other, although Isaiah had shown an interest in trying it out again.

In unison, Adam and Amanda said, “Okay.”

With his hand still resting on Adam’s stomach, Isaiah said, “Mom knows we fool around, Adam. And she’s cool with it because we’re boyfriends. But you’re always worried she’s going to get pissed at you and kick you out or do something worse.”

Adam cringed at his young boyfriend’s accurate assessment. Even though Isaiah left unsaid the worst, it wasn’t far removed from Adam’s mind that what he was doing with his young boyfriend wasn’t strictly legal. And staying on Amanda’s good side was critical to making his relationship with Isaiah work and not ruining his own life.

Isaiah continued, “I love you, Adam. I love how you hold me and kiss me, and how we, um,” his eyes flicked to Amanda as his cheeks grew warm and red, “play with each other’s dicks.”

Amanda’s only response was the spreading of the crimson down her neck, under her shirt.

Isaiah drew in another breath, “But Mom doesn’t care about that. I know she’s okay with us doing more than just fooling around, and you need to know that, too.”

Tears of frustration pooled at the corners of his eyes, “When you’re holding me, and we’re kissing and stuff, I can feel you holding back. Stop it. I need all of your love, please!”

Adam was stunned by Isaiah’s admission. But the boy was right. His worry about Amanda not approving was the only thing keeping him from exploring their growing love.

Amanda scooted closer and rested a hand on Isaiah’s shoulder, “Oh, baby. But I do care about what you’re doing and who you’re doing it with.”

Then she put her other hand on Adam’s shoulder, “That’s why I thank God every day He sent Adam into our lives. It’s clear this wonderful young man loves you so much he just wants what’s best for you.”

Adam flushed at the praise. But Isaiah said, “I know. I feel it when I’m with Adam. That’s why I don’t want him holding back. But he’s afraid of you, Mom.”

Despite the way Adam felt toward Isaiah, sometimes he had wondered if it was possible for a twelve-year-old boy to love him as deeply as he felt for Isaiah. That question died then and there. The fiery determination in Isaiah’s eyes left no doubt the boy’s love for him just as deep.

With her hand still on Adam’s shoulder, Amanda said, “I trust you, Adam. Even more now than when I asked you to move in.”

Isaiah rounded on her, “Does that mean you’re just okay with us kissing?”

Then, he shocked the young man by moving his hand down, pulling Adam’s underwear down until his erection sprang upward and wrapping his fingers around him, “Or can you be okay with us doing stuff like this?

Isaiah’s brash, unexpected behavior paralyzed adam. Amanda gaped as seconds passed while the boy held him gently, waiting for a response.

Amanda bit her lower lip, her eyes drawn to where the boy held Adam. When she finally spoke, her voice was strained, “I, uh, oh my. Sweetie. Are you sure Adam’s okay with this?”

Adam didn’t know what to think. The uproar he’d expected from Amanda at seeing him exposed hadn’t come. Isaiah leaned forward and gave him a quick kiss, “Hey, boyfriend, do you like this?”

The tingling in his penis felt terrific, even if he’d never been more uncomfortable in front of someone before. He gave a slight nod. And Isaiah moved his hand up and down on his erection, jacking him off in front of Amanda.

Instead of pulling back or screaming at the boy, the young woman sat, mesmerized by the boy’s gentle and slow movement. The tingling gradually grew, and if the boy kept at it, Adam knew what would happen. But the resolute expression in the twelve-year-old’s eyes he couldn’t resist.

After a few more strokes, Isaiah stopped. “This is what I want, Mom.”

He flushed brilliant crimson as he stood between Adam and Amanda and pulled down his briefs, releasing his own meager three-inch erection, letting it slap against his belly when freed. He stepped out of his briefs and then moved Adam’s legs, uncrossing them before grabbing at the young man’s briefs and pulling on them until, by force of will, he pulled them all the way down to his ankles.

Adam knew he needed to say something. Amanda didn’t need to see this. And if she freaked out, what would happen? But he was powerless against Isaiah’s determination as the boy straddled his legs and inched forward until he felt his throbbing erection touch the boy’s penis. Then Isaiah closed the rest of the gap and wrapped his arms around his neck. After another short kiss, the boy turned, “You are okay with this. Right?”

Adam wasn’t sure what to make of the young woman’s expression until she let loose a nervous chuckle. “Isaiah, honey, yeah. But don’t think I, um, needed to see this.”

The boy shook his head and slid off of Adam, as he spread open the young man’s legs. His hand grappled with Adam’s nearly-six-inches as he lowered his face until he was just inches above’s penis. “You do, Mom. Adam has to know you’re okay with him and me doing the sex stuff.”

With that, he lowered his head, surprising both Adam and Amanda when he took the young man’s glans in his mouth. He held it there for a few seconds to prove his point before raising his head again. “You did this once to me, and none of the other times you’ve made me cum made me feel as good. But you won’t do it again, and you won’t let me do it to you. But no more, Adam.”

Another glance at Amanda showed her eyebrows arched in surprise, but no anger, thank God.

Isaiah climbed to his feet, his face reddening again as he glanced at Amanda before grabbing one of Adam’s hand. “Now, it’s your turn.”

Confused, Adam said, “My turn? For what?”

Isaiah thrust his hips forward, “I sucked you. Now it’s your turn. I want that feeling again.”

Who was this incredibly sexy, horny, and assertive boy? What had he done with meek little Isaiah?

Adam dared not move. Amanda wouldn’t let this go any further. A glance her way showed her staring at the rigid tube sticking out from her son. Isaiah broke the silence, “Come on, Adam. I know you love me, and I know you want to show me by sucking my dick. Please!”

Adam finally found his voice, “But, your mom!”

Exasperated, Isaiah said, “Mom!”

Amanda blinked and tore her eyes away from her son, “Yes?”

“Can Adam suck on me? He’s worried you’re going to be mad.” Isaiah said, his little nail waving as he shifted between facing Adam and Amanda.

Amanda’s eyes refused to look at her son. “Isaiah, you’re embarrassing us both. Please.”

The boy leaned forward, resting one hand on his mom’s knee and the other on Adam’s. “Only because the man I love is afraid of what he thinks you’ll do to him if he loves me like he should. This is my freaking birthday, and this is the one thing I really, really want.”

The boy shifted again, moving between Adam’s legs, thrusting his hips forward. Every part of Adam wanted to take the boy’s penis into his mouth and watch him squirm with delight. Every part that wasn’t afraid of Amanda’s reaction. Now, when he looked at her, she wore a look of surrender as she murmured, “Go on, Adam. I – I don’t mind.”

With a look of triumph, Isaiah climbed onto the couch, spreading his legs wide so that his penis was more or less even with Adam’s mouth. And with the one burden holding him back now removed, he tried to pretend he wasn’t about to suck his young boyfriend right in front of his mom. Moving forward, he breathed on the small nail-like erection as he closed the distance.

Isaiah’s glans felt hot beneath Adam’s tongue as he licked the diminutive head before taking the top half of the boy into his mouth. The boy moaned and thrust his hips forward, pushing it the rest of the way into Adam’s mouth. Forgetting about being naked, shaved, and sitting in front of Amanda, Adam’s focus narrowed to the three-inches of Isaiah the boy had gifted him. His tongue slid along the bottom of the boy, causing him to groan with pleasure.

Isaiah’s testicles hung in a slightly distended scrotal sack, and as Adam pulled his mouth off the boy’s dick, he licked down the bottom of the shaft until his togue tasted the slight saltiness of the boy’s scrotum. Adam pulled the boy’s balls into his mouth. They fit neatly, no larger than two small pecans. As gently as he could, the young man sucked on them until he felt drawn back to the boy’s sacred shaft. Once his lips pressed against Isaiah’s smooth pubic area, Adam bobbed back and forth, letting the steel-hard erection slide in and out of his mouth.

Adam could feel the boy tensing as he held him at the hips. At that moment, the only thing that existed was Isaiah’s erection, and he used his tongue to stimulate that erection as he bobbed on the boy. Then, from Isaiah’s lips came a shout, “Ahhh, fuckkk! I’m cumm…”

And then it happened. The fleshy nail spasmed as a drop of the boy’s semen landed on his tongue. It was only one drop, but a marked improvement over the small clear bead Isaiah normally produced. Even though the other spasms were dry, that one tiny bit tasted a bit sweeter than that first time a few weeks before.

As Adam pulled back, he helped guide the boy onto his lap, where he shot a lazy grin at his mom, the flush of embarrassment gone. “Okay, Adam, now that Mom knows what we’re doing, stop holding back.”

The taste of Isaiah remained in Adam’s mouth even after swallowing the boy’s seed. The tunnel vision he’d fallen into retreated, and now the young man could feel Amanda’s eyes on him. The trepidation and fear returned despite the boy’s insistence about his mom. Uncertain what to say or do, Adam wrapped his arms around Isaiah’s chest and sent an apologetic look Amanda’s way.

The movie droned on in the background. Tom Cruise simply couldn’t compete for their attention. Amanda drew in a long breath and then said, “No, yes. Um, I mean… Oh, shit. I don’t know what to say.”

Smiling like a bird with canary feathers sticking from its mouth, Isaiah said, “Say that it’s okay.”

Amanda’s expression was inscrutable. She said, “Adam, I didn’t mean to send you conflicting signals. Most of the time, I tried to forget or pretend what the two of you have been up to wasn’t happening. Knowing you, I should have realized you respected me enough to not venture much beyond what you thought I knew about. I know the two of you are gay, and you’re both very attracted to each other. I guess I’m trying to say, is that as you boys explore your sexuality, that I trust you with Isaiah.”

The boy nearly shouted, “See, Adam, I told you so.” With that, he wiggled around until he straddled the young man’s lap and kissed him again.

When the kiss ended, Adam tried to ignore the fact he was still naked in Amanda’s presence and simply enjoy the deepening intimacy he felt for Isaiah. And that went fine for all of about five minutes. Then, Isaiah muttered something about, “Oh, yeah. It is my turn.”

With that, he slid off Adam’s legs, splaying them wide as he knelt on the floor, his face perched over the young man’s crotch. This time, his fingers traced across the freshly shaved pubic area, “Wow, it’s really smooth. Does my touch feel better than before?”

With no pubic hair to get in the way, not even any stubble yet, the boy’s touch felt more intimate. “Yeah. Amazingly so. But maybe we should take this back to the bedroom,” he pointed at a slightly scandalized expression on Amanda’s face.

Isaiah’s face flushed red again, “Do we have to?”

Amanda smirked at them both, “Adam’s your boyfriend, Isaiah, not mine. Do you really want me to see you pleasure him?”

The boy grew more embarrassed, “I guess I got carried away this evening. We can go back to our bedroom.”

The newly minted twelve-year-old stood and took hold of Adam’s hand, “Come on, lover boy, I’ve got plans for you!”

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