I woke the next morning with a start, feeling like there was something I was forgetting, or something urgent that I needed to do. Then I looked to my left on the bed and saw Adam, and I remembered.I lay there having a few minutes of panicked holy-shit-what-did-I-do, feeling a lot like I did one morning years before after cheating on a girlfriend. The feeling was the same, but I couldn’t locate the source of my guilt this time. Was I ashamed of having had sex with a man? Perhaps. I might be a progressively-minded and open and tolerant person, but this was still new territory for me. Or perhaps I felt guilty at having had sex with a good friend’s little brother … in precisely the same way I’d feel about sleeping with a friend’s sister. Especially if she was seventeen going on eighteen. Ye gods.As I lay there, memories of the day before came flooding back and washed away much of the guilt and shame, replacing it with a warm, satisfied feeling of desire. I could feel myself getting hard as I called to mind thoughts of sucking Adam, feeling his hard cock, fucking and being fucked by him. Twenty-four hours before I had been a mild-mannered, occasionally bi-curious hetero man. Now I got hard as I thought of another day filled with Adam’s cock.Realizing that my mouth was parched, I carefully got up and padded naked to the kitchen. It was unseasonably warm for May, but still a bit of gooseflesh pleasantly prickled my skin as I poured myself a glass of water and busied myself with putting on coffee. I looked at the time—just after seven in the morning. Early for me on a Saturday; almost certainly early for someone like Adam, and when I went back to the bedroom and leaned on the doorjamb, looking down at him, he hadn’t stirred at all.I stood there for a long while, drinking him in. He lay sprawled on his back, his left arm behind his head, the other resting on his chest. His mouth was slightly open, his hair adorably mussed. He was long and lean, with well-defined shoulders and chest, nice abs, and a torso that narrowed to slim hips. A swimmer’s body, to be certain. The comforter lay teasingly across his waist, as if he’d been posed by some coy cameraman; his left leg splayed out from under it, bent at the knee, his foot disappearing back under the sheets. He was beautiful.I stepped forward and lightly twitched away the comforter to reveal what lay beneath. He still did not stir. Looking down at his cock, which flopped flaccidly to the right, I reflected that I had not seen it soft since he had been here. It had softened somewhat during our play on the couch the night before, and between sexual sessions, but only about halfway. It was always quick to rise as soon as I kissed him or touched it.Even soft, his cock was aesthetically pleasing … perhaps it was because I was circumcised too, but I far preferred that look to the skin-covered head. Soft, his shaft shrunk back on itself, resting on the pillow of histesticles and flopped over to the side. Even as pleasing to my eye as it was, it was nowhere near as arousing as the sight of him erect. It was such a huge difference in the look of a man, I thought … soft, a cock was istanbul escort justa dangly piece of flesh one used to piss. Hard, it exuded strength and force. It was no wonder ancient peoples raised phallic standing stones. Some would say it was the patriarchal authority asserting itself,and that was certainly true for what it was worth. But looking at Adam, feeling my own cock stirring at the memory of his hard and throbbing member, I liked to imagine that some of those ancient stoneworkers thought about the cock they were going to suck that night and ran worshipful hands over the smooth surfaces of their shrines to the phallus.Looking down at Adam’s slumbering organ, I thought of my first experience with my internet hookup, who had without ceremony dropped his pants and sat back on my couch awaiting my mouth. It had been at once shocking, irritating, and arousing. But what had been oddest for me was the fact that he had been soft. I had been hard from the moment I made the assignation. And going from soft to hard had never been an issue for me at any point in my life (barring one or two excessively drunken nights of fumbling); it didn’t take much for my cock to stand up and take notice.At first, my hookup’s soft cock had been a bit off-putting … in all my masturbatory fantasies that had preceded that moment, the cocks I sucked were always hard to start with. But afterward, there were times I jerked off to the memory of how it had slowly gotten hard, feeling it grow inside my mouth. Looking down at Adam now, it occurred to me that his cock tended to spring to hardness as quickly as mine … if I wanted to feel him get hard in my mouth, now was the time to try it.The thought had barely arisen in my mind when I was crossing to the bed. Gently, I moved his leg out of the way and lay down with my face just above his crotch. He still did not stir … God, he was a deep sleeper. Iwas curious to see how long he would remain asleep. I ran my tongue up the underside of his limp shaft, bringing my fingers up to tease the underside of his balls. Again, the skin there was divine … so soft, but it was his cock I wanted in my mouth, and after a moment I lifted it up and slid my mouth down, taking him in completely. It was a very different feeling, of course, not nearly as pleasant or arousing, but as I squirmed my tongue against it I was finally rewarded with a sleepy sigh and murmur as Adam dropped his hand to his side and turned his head to his right. He still did not wake, but I felt his cock shift against my tongue. Taking it out of my mouth, I again licked it from base to tip, and watched it slowly start to straighten out of its drunken lean.Eagerly, I took it in my mouth again, wanting to feel it grow and harden. I started to suck him slowly, and with each stroke he was straighter, larger, and harder. He started to whimper in his sleep, and I wondered if my ministrations were invading his dreams. From the point when he was halfway hard to totally hard, the sensation of him growing in my mouth was intoxicating, and I started grinding my hips into the bed. Suddenly I felt hands on the istanbul escort bayan back of my head, and I looked up to see Adam awake, heavy-lidded with sleep, looking a little confused but panting hard as I continued to suck him.”Here,” he said thickly. “Up. Around. I want it.”Though barely coherent, I understood his meaning. Without taking him out of my mouth, I twisted myself around and turned my body so my cock, hard and leaking by now, was right by his face. Without any preamble or teasing, he swallowed me whole and sucked me like a starving man.For a long while the only noise in the room was a mingled slurping and moaning as we sucked each other feverishly. It was as if, having slept for several hours, we had woken starved for each other’s cocks. We broke our fast in delirious pleasure, not knowing whether the sensation of the other’s cock in our mouth or of being sucked was the greater, or whether we just became this indistinguishable continuum of mouth and cock. For a time as I licked and sucked him hungrily it seemed almost as if I sucked myself, for our movements passed into sync with each other, and each downstroke of my mouth on him was matched by the delicious feel of his mouth sliding down my shaft.I was getting close, and I could tell that he was too. His balls tightened and his cock swelled even larger in my mouth, which had the effect of bringing me right to the edge. His moaning became more urgent, and I answered with my own. Though our noises were muffled, we each knew what the other was saying, and as I felt myself come spectacularly in his mouth, his cock pulsed in mine and I felt his hot, hot seed coat my tongue.We did not break contact, but each lay lazily sucking and licking each other’s cocks clean. Finally, I turned my body around and lay beside him, kissing him, licking a dollop of my own cum off the side of his mouth.”Good morning,” he sighed. “I haven’t been woken up like that ever before.”I chuckled. “Well, I wanted to feel you get hard in my mouth, and it didn’t seem like it would happen when you’re awake.”He laughed too. “I guess not. I am quick to rise. Especially when I’m this close to you.”We lay together, spent, occasionally kissing, caressing each other’s skin. After a time, he asked shyly, “So what was it that first made you … you know, curious?”I smiled. “I worked in a bookstore in undergrad. I was bored one night because we had no customers, and I’d done everything that needed doing… so to amuse myself I started flipping through a collection of erotica. There were a couple of gay stories in there, and I found myself reading one about a teacher and a student, and … well, I surprised myself with how hot I found it. It was really well done, and the description of when they finally had sex was incredibly arousing. I didn’t really think much about it after the fact, but it stayed with me.””Okay … so how do you go from being turned on by a story to hooking up with someone online and sucking him off?””No, no, no,” I laughed. “Your turn. When did YOU first suspect you preferred boys?””Oh, I think I’ve always known,” he replied shyly. Escort istanbul “Like I said, I always had a huge crush on you. It made me happy whenever you’d come over to hang with Doug. So I always knew.””But I’m your first?””Well, mostly.””Mostly?” I pretended to be shocked, and he laughed.”I had a friend in junior high,” he said. “Sandy. He taught me to jerk off. He’d come over and we’d hang out in my room, and eventually we’d take our dicks out. He always wanted to talk about girls … who was a slut, who had big tits, that sort of thing. I obliged, but only because it made him hard to talk about pussy and tits. He had a really nice cock. Then we’d jerk off, and he always wanted to make sure we came at the same time. He’d do this countdown thing … started at five down to one.””Did you ever jerk each other off?””Oh, yes. That was my favourite thing.” He paused, and ran his fingers up my chest. “A few times we were upstairs when you were hanging out with Doug, drinking beer in the backyard. I always imagined it was your cock I was holding, then.”I thought for a long moment. “Holy shit. I remember this guy Sandy. Short, blocky guy? Blond hair?””That’s him,” Adam replied, delighted.”Wow.” I thought about those times, sitting out on Doug’s back patio, drinking his father’s beer, laughing and talking. And now I was fucking his younger brother. Somehow the thought didn’t fill me with guilt at all, but rather managed to turn me on a little. “So you two were jerking each other off while we were downstairs.””Yup,” he laughed.”But you didn’t suck each other?””No. I really, really wanted to. But Sandy said that would be faggy. Kissing was out for the same reason.”I laughed out loud. “Well, don’t judge him too harshly. My first hookup, we were both pretty clear we wanted no kissing.””You don’t seem to mind it now,” he said throatily, rolling over and kissing me deeply. Feeling his tongue slide past my lips made my cock twitch.”I like kissing YOU,” I said. I ran my hand down his side, brushing over his hardening cock.But he pulled away slightly, looking at me challengingly. “So you wouldn’t kiss another man?”The question caught me by surprise. “Would that bother you?”He paused for a few seconds. “I don’t know. I mean, this is all new to me, and all new to you.””Yes, it is,” I said. “I’ve never felt this kind of desire for another man. I’ve never really felt desire for another man, period, if you except my experiments in sucking cock. Even now, I don’t think I would see a gorgeous man on the street and have my head turn the way it would with a woman. Does that bother you?”He thought again. “I really don’t know,” he said. “It’s different for me. I’ve always liked boys. Men. Women do nothing for me. Am I just another experiment for you?” The question was asked with trepidation, as if he feared the answer.”No,” I said emphatically. “I don’t know what it is. I’ll be honest. I don’t know if I could be openly in a gay relationship. Not now, anyway … not yet. But …” I faltered for a moment, and he hugged me comfortingly. “I haven’t felt this kind of desire for … well, ever. It’s entirely new to me. But one thing I do know is that since you first kissed me, I have wanted nothing other than to give you pleasure. To make you feel good.”He smiled. “That’s good,” he said. “Want to do a bit of that now?”I rested my hand on his cock, and felt the intoxicating sensation of it growing and hardening again. “More than anything,” I whispered.