Hunk With Missing Hardon

Adam is the kind of guy that you notice when he passes you by on the street. At 6'4 and 23, this tall youthful blond guy is already a major hunk, but what you really notice are his bright eyes* and amazing smile. Adam always has a great positive attitude, very "up", but not to the point of being bubbly or silly. And you can tell to look at him that he is a "golden boy", popular from the day he was born, charming and charmed. Until this incident, I have never seen Adam with a hair out of place.

I first say Adam at the opening dinner, sitting at the "California" table: ten tall, blond, handsome men all sitting together -- man, I've got to visit that place sometime! [I thought it was only like that in the movies!] His talking voice is quite loud, and has a real edge to it that carried tidbits of conversation across the room: "Mountain biking ... snowboarding ... Bay area ... conservative Republican ... business major ... Raves ... girls ... camping & nature". Which sums up quite well all that I have subsequently learned about him. But what I really associate with that memory is the wonderful smell that I sniffed, as I followed him out of the room. Like some sweet, erotic cologne -- something new that I had never sensed before.

We slowly became friends over the course of the month, and the main interest that we had in common was biking, although he was much more experienced than me. We both had the same model "Rocky Mountain Racer". I forget exactly how I came out to him -- I think that we were just talking about past relationships, and it came up naturally in conversation. He was shocked, but pretended to be cool. I think it shattered a few of his ideas about stereotypes. Plus, he'd said some rather negative, homophobic things in the past, and now felt embarrassed about it.

Eventually I accepted his challenge to bike the infamous Kortright trail. On the first leg of our tour up the escarpment, Adam wiped out on the descent. He ended soaked up to his ankles in mud -- that is, from his head to his ankles covered in mud, with his shoes sticking out of the mire, quite clean. When I went over to check him out, a big grin of pearly whites greeted me, contrasted against a brown, mucky face. What a smile -- just the kind that makes me melt! It threw me off enough for him to trick me, pulling me right in to the mud on top of him. As we wrestled around for a bit, I noticed two things. A spark between us, something different then before -- and a hard dick in his pants!

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His bike, however, hit a stump that took out his top two gears. Lucky for me, otherwise I never would have been able to keep up to him for the rest of the day. By the time we got back to his Victoria Street apartment, we were spent.

We hosed off the bikes, each other and then took off upstairs to the shower. I saw a moment of panic on his face -- as he suddenly realized he was about to shower with a big fag! But he pulled himself together, remained cool. While I showered, he washed his outer layer of clothes in the tub. I took the hint and let him shower in complete privacy, while I dried off and quietly rifled through his room: no drugs, no smokes, no liquor, no porn -- a room as transparent as the guy himself. Just a drawer full of sexy underwear. I also found some pictures of his ex-girlfriend, and a letter which revealed that they had broken up just two weeks ago.

He returned from the shower all covered up in socks, long-johns and an Abbey bathrobe. As we chatted, I noticed Adam had a periodic spasm on his shoulder, and I was dying to ask him if he wanted a massage, but I didn't. He beat me to it -- "Hey, I trust you, Jon. I'm dying for a massage. But touch my butt, and you're toast!" So a light shoulder massage turned into a full body massage: and what a body it was! Surprisingly, he's not at all muscular -- just smooth and lean all over. Nice legs, beautiful hands and feet. Adam was cool and relaxed. And I noticed that great smell again. It wasn't cologne or soap -- just Adam.

Meanwhile, he was chatting about childhood friends, his ex, etc... and finally came the Freudian slip. He was sitting looking in the mirror, as I stood behind him massaging his shoulders. "I'm all horny today", he muttered, presumably referring to his hair, and not the growing bulge in his crotch. And then he looked away, out of my gaze, and giggled nervously. He stood up, and walked over to the window. I waited a few seconds, gathered up all my courage, and then walked over behind him, just barely pressing my body against his. He half-turned his head, and, shivering, I kissed him on the cheek. He turned around to face me straight-on. "Don't", he whispered, closed his eyes and gently placed his hands on my shoulders, pushing me down on my knees. His robe opened a crack.

I gently tugged it open, revealing a delicious golden trail of the finest hair from his navel on down. Real blond pubic hair, and a marvellous dick, about 7" soft but thick. I started licking his small, low-hanging balls, first holding his cock away, then taking them both in my mouth with his cock flopped along my nose. Smelled great -- that wonderful scent of squeaky clean guy. Moaning, he seemed to really get off on this ball play, and I stuck with it for some time. But before he got rock hard, I wanted that cock in my mouth -- there's nothing that I love more than the feeling of a cock going hard between my jaws. I sucked him gently, then rough ... playing with the head, back to the balls, and licking all around. But nothing would get this guy hard! He was obviously turned on, since he was moaning, and stroking my head, though still with his eyes tightly shut.

Suddenly I startled him by pushing him backwards onto the waiting bed, and really went to town: stroking his shaft while sucking the head, nibbling on his balls and inner thigh plus some hard bobbing action. Then I retreated up the bed to his pecs, sucking on one nipple, nibbling on another ... put he pushed my head away back down towards his flaccid dick. I knew that one finger up his tight ass would do the trick, but if I tried he would bolt from the room.

So this time, I repositioned myself so that I was sucking his dick from above, resting my torso on his stomach, and giving him a close-up view of my own throbbing member, should he choose to open his eyes and look.

Mind you, sucking a flaccid cock is still great -- something I'd never done much of before! Especially one the size of his. The smell and taste were amazing, and he's quite a leaky guy, giving me a good idea of the taste of what was yet to cum. I was ready for a slurp of this sweet, thick seed.

When I looked back, Adam had his eyes wide open, and was exploring around my fiery crotch -- not touching, just sniffing and looking. His lips were almost touching my dick head, and I was now sprouting the hardest erection of my life. I can't believe it: I'm in bed with this gorgeous strayt dude, and he is just about to swallow my dick! I twitched my waist, and my cock sprung down to touch his lips. Panicked, he looked down and saw me watching, turned his head away, then reached down to encourage me to suck harder.

After about another 5 minutes of sucking on his sack, I glanced up and saw that he was ogling my balls again, and his lips were closed, but right up against my dick head.

That's when I lost it. Without him ever having touched my cock, I shuddered with a ball-wrenching orgasm, and came. The first spurts jumped onto his lips with a smack. And then the gushing geyser poured wave after wave of cum onto his lips, tongue, and into his now open mouth. I finally felt his gentle tongue on my dick, licking off the last drops of cum, and finally sucking the head for more. As soon as he saw my orgasm, his dick grew in my mouth into a rip-roaring hard-on. I started pumping the rock hard shaft and could hardly get my mouth back around it because of the increased girth.

After he had sucked me dry, Adam jumped off the bed, grabbed me by the ears and started fucking my face! After a few minutes of furious ramming, he reached down and added a finger into my mouth, so he could feel his cock sliding in and out, feel his balls slapping against my chin. I grabbed onto his balls, and started pulling down, straining against the forces of his pulsing cock. "I'm cumming", he warned. He pulled out, and the first blast hit my forehead, my cheeks -- what an incredible sight! Seeing this magnificent cock exploding from just inches away! When his spurts started slowing down, I grabbed him by the balls, and aimed his cum-soaked dick into my mouth. I sucked the glowing head between my lips, and as I sucked, a new tidal wave of cum started flowing. A spurt hit the back of my throat, covered my tongue and swirled around my mouth. Finally, his semen flowed, then dribbled and finally stopped. Adam was in ecstacy! I kept sucking, finally deep throating his tool. This hard-won hard-on wasn't about to quit!

I've never seen a guy come twice in rapid succession before. After moaning through some excellent deep throating, he pulled his cock out and started stroking it rapidly with his hand along the shaft, with his cock-head firmly planted in my dripping mouth. He shot one fucking huge final wad, like a cannonball. I swallowed in one gulp, and Adam collapsed in my arms. "Don't kiss me... let's just cuddle." I wrapped my fingers around his continued erection, and we both fell into a deep sleep.

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