Gay Erotic Stories

Warning: this story is a work of fiction and contains graphic depictions of hardcore sex between consenting male adults doing unnatural acts. If you are not eighteen or if this turns you off, don't read it. Adam By Nathan Harvey I had always known dad had another child from some woman he knocked up in college, but nothing more was ever said about it. It was after my eighteenth birthday that Dad had called me in to tell me that my half brother was coming to live with us for a while. I wasn’t too happy because the last thing I needed was some bastard stepbrother sharing my room. The only thing I knew about this kid was his name was Adam, and the girl dad had knocked up had left college when she got pregnant. I knew he must be around 18 to 20 now and from the few pictures Dad had, he looked like a real dork. Dad went on to say that there had been an accident and he was alone now. His attorney had called him asking if he could live here in South Bend with his father until he could afford to live on his own. It didn’t take long to know Dad had it all set up. As the day got closer to Adam’s arrival, I was getting even more apprehensive about the whole thing. The last thing I needed was some silly ass teenager fooling with my weights and messing up my room. I had just got it to where I felt like it was my own private world, it had taken me a year to let dad get me to move to the room over the garage. Now I wouldn’t even have any privacy in my own room. Knowing I didn’t really have any choice in the matter, I spent the week cleaning out some of the stuff I didn’t need or had grown out of. The closer we got to his arrival the more I began resenting my stepbrother. I figured since the guy was slightly older than I was, he would try to take over. Then the fateful day arrived and we were to pick him up at the airport. On the drive over I was thinking this was the last day of any privacy in my life. Dad said he would wait by the car and I should go in and get Adam. I knew from his picture I knew he was short and a little on the plump side, apparently a real looser. I saw this geek over in the corner with all these boxes around him and I figured that was him. Going over to him, I asked him if he was Adam Adams. He dork shook his head ‘no’ and I began looking around. The only other person that was young enough was this tall slim kid at the luggage carousel and he looked way too young to be Adam. About then he reached over pulling off a suitcase and I got a really good look at him. Adam sure didn’t look like a twenty year old. He looked so young and lost and almost like he wanted to cry. Moving quickly over to him and calling out, “Adam” he looked up saying, “Yes Sir.” Grinning, he said I looked just like my pictures. Reaching over and grasping two more suitcases from him they seemed almost too much for him to handle. After telling him Dad was waiting for us in the car, I asked him if he had eaten on the plane. Blushing, he confessed he hadn’t and that he was starved. I said we could stop for a burger on the way home. Leading him to the car, I was thinking no one would ever guess that Adam and I ever had the same father. Where he was tall slender with black hair and beautiful big brown eyes, I was blond with blue eyes and on the stocky side. Dad had always told me I was built like a bull. I preferred to think I was in good shape--from the weights. Adam looked so frail and sensitive; I couldn’t believe he was nearly two years older than me. Leading him out to the car, Dad was waiting for us with the trunk lid up. As we loaded the luggage Dad asked Adam if he was hungry, saying we could stop for a bite to eat if he wanted. I kept expecting Dad to hug him and make him feel welcome, but all he did was open the rear door, telling him to get in. Crawling into the front seat and turning around, I asked if he like Wendy’s. Looking up into my eyes almost grateful he said he loved their chicken sandwiches. Slapping him on the knee, I said we had a lot in common then--they were my very favorite too. It was just a small step, but I suddenly found myself wanting to be his friend. Once we were inside and had our food, I looked up at Adam sitting there next to Dad. You could see the same jaw, the same eyes. There was no way he could ever deny he was the father of this beautiful young man. I could feel Adam’s leg against mine, and pressing against him and smiling, I wanted him to know we were going to be friends. Dad really had little to say and straining to say something, he asked Adam what he wanted to do while he was living with us. I wanted to die when he said that, he was making his own son feel like a border. I could see the hurt in Adam’s eyes--just before he looked down, trying to fight back tears. For the first time in my life, I thought my father was a real klutz. After a few seconds Adam looked up, saying he wanted to go to college if there was enough money from the estate. Pushing right into the conversation, I told him I was going to IU extension and if he lived with us, he surely would have enough money. Dad shot a look at me and hesitantly said that was one possibility. Wolfing down the rest of my sandwich, I wanted to get the hell out of there before Dad shot his mouth off again. It was real quiet on the drive home and when we pulled into the garage, I was telling Adam that I had the ‘mother-in-law’s’ apartment over the garage and he would be staying with me. Looking quite surprised, he said he’d try not to be too much trouble for us. Looking over at my Dad, I had expected him to say something. I was shocked when he said nothing. I was getting bad vibes between Adam and Dad that I just didn’t understand. Telling Dad I would get Adam settled and since we had already eaten, we would probably watch some television and then turn in. Dad almost seemed relieved. When I had him settled in, Adam asked permission to shower, saying he felt so grimy after that trip. When he came out, he was dressed in white pajamas and what I was feeling looking at him--was not brotherly love--it was pure lust. He had to be the most beautiful young man I’d ever seen. It was all I could do to get into the bathroom with out showing off how aroused he was making me. As I showered, I wondered how in the hell I was going to exist in the same room and not blow my cover. I really had the hots for him and I was more than wanting a good fuck; I wanted to possess that guy--body and soul. Crawling into a pair of white jockeys and wishing I owned a pair of pajamas, I made a beeline towards the bed. He was already in the twin bed we had moved in for him. We lay there talking and it was beginning to sound like we were both pretending to be someone we weren’t. We talked of school and sports and all kinds of dumb stuff, but I never could even get close to whom he really was. Then he said I really had a buff looking body and he asked how often I worked out. Telling him I was doing four days a week, I said I would be glad to work with him if he was interested in toning up his body. As we lay there in the darkness, the only sound was Adam’s regular breathing, and I began drifting off to sleep. It must have been around midnight that I woke to his quiet crying ever so softly in his pillow. I got up from my bed and moved over to his bed, then crawled in with him and took him into my arms. His body seemed to just melt into my arms. I began to console him, whispering that everything would be all right. He sobbed even harder saying it could never be all right, because he was nothing but a whore. Bolting upwards, I almost yelled out in surprise, “How can you be a whore”? With this terrified expression on his face, he slipped out of bed and knelt at my feet in his flimsy nylon pajamas. Looking up at me in total submission he asked, “Should I suck you or do you want to fuck me?” Standing quickly and pushing down my skivvies, when my cock touched his lips it slid easily into his hot waiting mouth. As my cock traveled inward and deep into his throat, I knew instantly--this kid was no beginner. Suddenly wanting to try his ass, I pulled out of his mouth and announced, “I’m going to fuck your ass now, baby.” Slipping out of his pajamas and crawling up on his bed, he lay there on his back with his legs open waiting to service me. I positioned myself, my cock still slick from his mouth, and with one easy push, I was in. Someone had certainly broken him in right and his body just seemed to suck my cock deep up into his ass. When I was all the way into him, he began working my cock with his ass muscles. Grabbing hold of my poppers from the drawer giving him a few good whiffs, he was flying then and began giving as good as he was getting. We began going at it like two wild animals in heat. I was pulling and pinching his nipples and he was working my cock with his ass for all he was worth. Finally blowing my load, I could feel his cock release, shooting his cum all over my chest. Slowly withdrawing from him, he began repositioned himself and began licking and cleaning me. Moving up over his face and spreading my ass cheeks, he dove into my ass with his tongue. He was then pushing down, licking and sucking my balls and then moving back up my ass crack until I was ready to explode again. Moving my cock to his face and slipping it down his throat, this had to be the best damn blowjob I’d ever had. After pumping my rocks off, we finally lay there together. He shyly asked if he had pleased me. Adam had really been conditioned to be the perfect sex toy. Kissing him deeply and telling him we were only half done with our lovemaking, it was time for Adam to fuck Eve. He got that frightened look on is face again and pulling away, he said that was never allowed. I began thinking that whoever had trained Adam had cheated him out of the joy of knowing how to give himself to another man. They had simply used him as their whore. Rolling him over on his back and kneeling over his hips, I began lowering myself on his cock. Sliding down that wondrous, slim and hard shaft, I was thinking whoever had trained him had actually missed one of the delights of this beautiful boy. Taking him all into my body now and beginning the ride, I could see his eyes glossing over as his body took his mind to a new dimension of pleasure. As I rode him, I reached up and grasped his nipples, and rolled them in my fingers. Soon he began reciprocating. He began using his hip--driving himself even deeper into my body. Seconds later he was flying in this delirious sexual stupor. I felt him building to a climax--his whole body tensed, his eyes became glassy as his cock exploded deep into my bowls. I pulled him almost to me and as our lips touched--we began the tongue thing again. Finally sliding down his smooth silky body and taking his cock into my mouth, I began lapping and sucking at his cock. When I began working his shaft deep into my throat, he began responding instantly. Feeling him bending his legs and working his hips, he pushed himself even deeper into my throat. He was now moaning and groaning, saying he never knew it could be this wonderful. Suddenly as he let loose, I began milking him for all he was worth. Still I had more to bring this man into sexual maturity. Lifting his legs and burying my face in his ass, I began rimming him and finally fucking him with my tongue. Then we finished up in the sixty-nine position. Moving around and holding him in my arms, I felt his tears as he clung to me. This was how we finally went to sleep. When I finally did awake, I felt him still in my arms. He woke with the innocence of a child. Looking up into my eyes, he asked if he could service me. Nodding and rolling over on my back, I watched him scramble down between my legs and swallow up my cock. He was good--damn good--as he expertly began working my balls and sliding deep down on me, began working my cock with his throat. Seconds later he was milking me dry. Feeling me go soft then, he kept my cock in mouth waiting. Suddenly, I realized what he was waiting for. Releasing a stream of piss into his throat, he began sucking every last drop down. I had me everything I could ever want in Adam. He was wonderful! Crawling up into my arms again and smiling at me, I could smell myself on his breath. Pulling him close and kissing him, our tongues began that special dance. Feeling his body trembling as I worked his mouth, I could feel him responding to me--wanting me again. I knew I owned him now. Leading him into the shower, he was eager to experience the joys of giving. Bending slightly, he mounted me telling me he never knew sex could be so wonderful. When we were shaving, I noticed how more relaxed he looked now. Putting my arms around his waist and giving him a hug, I told him we would begin working with weights after breakfast. Giving me his answer with a kiss, we began moving the lust stage of our relationship to the love part. It was at breakfast that Dad said he looked so much more rested than yesterday. I told Dad we were going to start working out with weights together. He merely grunted his approval. After breakfast we headed to my room and the weights. When I had Adam in a jock strap, I couldn’t believe how young and immature he looked except for that marvelous cock of his. I had my work cut out for me if I was going to get him in shape. As he struggled with the weights, his mind and body began to respond. We began working out three days a week. I could see Adam slowly making progress as he began to bulk up. I knew he would never become a muscle stud, but he was turning into one beautiful man. In the bedroom--that was another matter. He was now as good a top as he was a bottom. One night when Adam had assumed the aggressive roll, he said he felt like a new man. It was when we were laying together; with me in his arms he began telling me how his stepfather had used him ever since he was a small child. After his mother had died, his stepfather began drinking. One night when he’d come home drunk, he came into his room and raped him. His stepfather had begged him to forgive him that next day, but now every time he would drink, it would happen again and again. Then he began bringing his drinking buddies home to fuck Adam. It was at school when he confided to one of the jocks about what was going on--things became even worse. After telling this Joe everything, the jock invited Adam home and then he raped him. After that Joe and his buddies began using Adam as their whore. Since then he’d long accepted he was nothing but a whore—destined to service these men. When they sent him here, he was prepared to be my whore, but I had taken him, instead-- showing him what a joy sex could be between two men. Laughing, I told Adam he was now giving as good has he got. As the weeks passed this amazing change in Adam did not go unnoticed by Dad. He seemed to grow warmer towards him now that he was becoming more of a man and less of the effeminate boy. Poor dad--if he only knew he had two gay sons--not one. That was when I suggested we enroll Adam over at IU and get him started on his new life. Giving him a wink, Adam knew damn well what I meant and it wasn’t school. As the year passed Adam grew confident in his sexuality. We began having three ways and he began having lovers at my insistence. I knew that when Adam came to me I wanted it to be for love not in gratitude. All that year we dated others and had our separate relationships but nothing really changed between us. It was when we worked as a team--bringing someone home with us--one of us would kneel and go down on him and the other would slip his cock into the guy’s ass. The poor guy never knew what was happening, As he would push forward to get more of his cock into Adam’s hot mouth, I would be working him on the backward stroke--driving my cock deeper into his ass. Working him between the two of us, we had our hands all over him--working his balls and tits. And when guy blew his load and we released him, he would just slip to the floor—too exhausted even to talk. Adam and I became a very sought after pair, and as Adam said--we made a damn good team! It was getting harder and harder to even think of us not being together. We had been together a year and had finished out our year at IU before we managed to convince Dad to let us move down to the campus where we began living together as a couple. Dad was one happy father. When we both graduated from college with honors, it was then we told him about our being gay and in love. He just smiled, saying he’d known about us for a long time. What can I say, that was then and this is now. After ten years of being together Adam and I are as much in love as ever. When we had mated that first night and we both somehow instinctively knew it was for real. Comments may be made to Nathan Harvey at harveynate@AOL.com