Tonight, one of the local gay
bars was having a Halloween party. Costumes were optional so I thought I'd go
for a few drinks and check things out.
I had just gotten a drink at the
bar, turned around, and nearly ran right into Adam. I goggled at the hair my fingers longed to run through, the eyes my longings dove into every
time I looked into them, the smile that tore my heart out without ever leaving
those lovely, languid, luscious lips... okay, that's not the best alliterative
poetic phrase ever concocted, but god, that's how I felt about Adam.
But I was now confronted with
Adam dressed in a football uniform, his costume complete with shoulder pads,
those tight football pants, and it appeared he was even wearing a jock with a
cup.
"Hey Scott, how you doing?"
Adam put one hand on my shoulder. God, those shoulders of his, those
magnificent bulges of the man who worked out just enough to give his body that
perfect amount of definition, the rounded shoulders, the bulging biceps…
"Muh-uh?" I mumbled. My
lips were numb, because all my blood, all my passion, all my desires, had
pooled underneath that hand, throbbing there, wanting only to be with him, only
him, always.
"Well, catch you later,"
Adam said, and withdrawing that hand and sending my heart down into my shoes, he
smiled at me and then turned and walked away. My eyes fed upon the sight of
that perfect pair of ovals that were being hugged tightly by those football
pants until the press of other people's bodies closed it off from my sight, and
when it did, all I could do was sigh.
"You missed out on him
again, didn't you?" came an exasperated sound.
"Yeah," I agreed.
"You want him that much, why
don't you go get him?"
"I've tried," I
protested. "I... I just can't. God, I'd... I'd sell my soul for a chance
with him, a real chance!"
"Your terms are accepted,"
the voice said.
"Huh?" I turned around
at that. I'd been carrying on a heck of a conversation with this guy who had
come up behind me, a stranger come to think about it.
Black hair, dark eyes, a goatee
that came to an excruciating painful looking point at the end, heavy eyebrows,
and dark brown skin above a suit of black with a dark gray sweater under the
jacket. He was dressed as the Devil.
"Who are you?" I asked.
"I'm the answer to your
problems," the man smiled at me, and it was an evil smile, befitting of
his Devil costume.
"Oh really, how's that?"
I asked.
"It's simple really, I just
grant your wish."
"My wish?"
"Yes, your wish, your desire
to be with Adam."
"And how would you make that
wish come true?" I asked with a laugh.
"It's quite easy. You just
stated you'd sell your soul to the Devil in exchange for a chance with that
boy."
"Oh, and let me guess, you
are really the Devil, right?" I laughed.
Without answering my question, he
simply responded with, "Of course, if you didn't really mean what you said,
I won't hold you to it."
"Sure, whatever you say,
buddy!" I replied and turned to walk off.
"Wait!" he exclaimed
and I turned to look at him once more. "Maybe this will convince you that
I have the power to give you what your heart desires."
He waved a hand and the crowd
parted like Moses had parted the Red Sea. They weren't knocked aside; it was
like they all decided to move at the same time, a coincidence that happens now
and then. Only this coincidence put Adam and me in plain view of each other.
Adam looked at me from across the room, scanning my body, and then he locked
his eyes on mine and smiled.
"How did… That's impossible…
You-you can't really be…" I babbled unable to form full sentences.
"So what do you say? Have we
got a deal?"
I swallowed hard. "I don't
know what's going on here, I must be dreaming or hallucinating, but yeah, you've
got yourself a deal! You get me Adam and you can have my soul!"
"The bargain is confirmed,"
the Devil said, and I looked at him puzzled. "It's what we do instead of
having people sign their name in blood," he assured me. "Now that we
have a binding agreement, I'll just fetch Adam over here and you can take it
from there."
The Devil wiggled a finger at
Adam, a 'come here' wiggle of the index finger, and Adam immediately began to
walk forward, through that aisle of people who had kindly stepped out of the
way.
As Adam made his approach, I
turned to look behind me and the Devil was nowhere to be seen now. Out
somewhere poisoning kittens and pushing little old ladies into the paths of
18-wheeled trucks, I guess.
When I turned back around Adam
was right in front of me. "Hey Scott, you're looking good. Have you been
working out?"
It was a cheesy line but at least
it was a line, and Adam was using it on me! "No, not really," I
mumbled nervously.
"Oh, well your body looks
great. You should have worn a costume to the party, maybe like a Tarzan
costume, you know, just a loin cloth, show off that hot body of yours."
I couldn't believe the words
coming out of Adam's mouth, or better yet, that they were being said to me. I
didn't know how to respond and just blurted, "You too… I mean your body
looks great, too."
"Thanks," he replied
with a smile. "I work out regularly."
"It shows," I replied
bashfully.
"Well, what you see isn't
all me. I mean these are shoulder pads," he said touching his shoulders, "and
this," he said knocking on his crotch and laughing, "isn't all me
making this obscenely large bulge. That's all just my cup," he said,
looking down at it and cupping his hands around it to show off the sizable
mound protruding from his crotch.
Seeing him tapping on his cup-covered
crotch and then looking at it and groping it made my cock twitch in my pants.
And then he let go of it, chuckled, and look back up at me. "Not that I
need a cup to make a big bulge, believe me, I don't. It's just part of the
costume; I wanted to make the look as authentic as possible." That remark
made my cock do more than twitch, and made my mouth salivate.
I knew I wasn't drunk, for I hadn't
even had a chance to take a single sip from my first drink of the night yet,
and I hadn't done any drugs, so I pinched myself to make sure I wasn't
dreaming, and it was then that I knew, as unbelievable as it sounded, that the
man in the devil costume had to have really been the actual Devil. There was no
other explanation for what I had seen or for how Adam was acting toward me.
"Hello?" Adam said
waving his hands in front of my face. I had gone into a daze, talking to myself
in my own head, trying to comprehend things. I looked up at him. "Am I
boring you?" he asked with a smile.
Before I could answer I heard a
voice in my ear saying, "You've already sold your soul, so don't blow it
now if you want to blow it later." I whipped my head over
my shoulder and then looked behind me; no one was there. If I didn't believe that
man was really the Devil before, I believed it now.
"Everything okay?" Adam
asked looking puzzled by my strange behavior.
Uh, yeah, everything is great,"
I said. Better stop acting strange and
just talk to him. I've sold my soul to the Devil for this chance, so like he
said, I better not blow it, if I want to blow Adam! I said in my head. "Uh
just caught up in the atmosphere of Halloween I guess; thought there was
someone behind me," I replied to cover up my strange behavior. It's not
like I could tell him the Devil was just whispering in my ear!
Adam laughed. "Yeah, Halloween
can play some weird tricks on the imagination." I just smiled and nodded,
even though I knew that it was not just my imagination. "Hey, you wanna
dance?" Adam asked.
"Well I don't really dance,
but I see the pool table is free. You want to play a round?"
"Sure," Adam agreed.
"And maybe after that, we
can find some other way to play around," I punned. God, did I really just say
that to Adam? I had! Not only was I no longer tongue-tied around him, but I was
also flirting with him.
Adam laughed. "Let's see how
well you handle your stick first and then we'll decide on that."
So we headed over and played a
game. Adam won and so I offered to buy him a drink for winning the game. The
conversation flowed freely now, and after downing a few drinks each Adam looked
at his watch and said that he had to be going.
"Do you have to?" I
blurted.
"Yeah, I came with my friend
and he told me he had to leave by a certain time, and he's my ride." Adam
excused himself to go and find his friend, and as he walked away I cursed the
Devil for playing his evil games on me.
Adam came back about five minutes
later. "I couldn't find him anywhere. I guess he found some action," Adam
said with a disgruntled look.
"Is that a good thing?"
I asked.
Adam looked at me, smiling and
furrowing his brow. "How can getting some action not be a good thing?"
"It's just that you looked
bummed out when you said it, that's all. I thought that since you came with
him, maybe by 'friend' you meant he was your boyfriend or a friend with
benefits or something."
"Nah, Jay isn't my
boyfriend. We've never had sex, either; we're just friends, that's all. If I looked
bummed when I said that it's because he was my ride home and now I'll have to
take the bus."
What luck! Now I could offer to
give Adam a ride home. Or was it luck? Maybe Adam's ride disappearing was
arranged by the Devil. I quickly offered to drive Adam home and he accepted my
offer just as quickly.
When we got to his place, Adam
looked at me and said, "You want to come in for a bit?"
I looked at him and Adam was
smiling at me, and when my eyes met his, his eyes dropped to my crotch. It was
my dream come true, what I had been wishing and hoping for, but when I finally
heard those words come out of his mouth I became extremely nervous.
Any other time I would have been tongue-tied
for sure, made a fool of myself, and would have ended up going home and having
to use my own hand, but the price I'd paid here was too damned high for that! I
had to get what I had always wanted, get what I had sold my soul for, be a man
and not a pathetic tongue-tied wimp, so I took a deep breath and said, "I'd
love to!"
"My place is on the second
floor," Adam said, and I followed him, my heart pounding. My dream, my
wish, god, it was finally coming true!
I stepped through the door behind
Adam and closed it behind me. As soon as I turned around, Adam lunged at me.
Those beautiful arms went around me, those majestic lips sought out mine and those
eyes were burning into me. I was rock hard in an instant and my dick was
throbbing and already tingling in that way it does when you are about to... Oh god, I'm going to cream in my shorts!
I thought.
I fought it off, and as my lips
struggled with Adam's, my hands were touching him, touching him everywhere I
could. I felt out the body that had haunted my dreams and it was so firm and
hard, so muscular, and it was going to be mine, all mine, finally!
Adam's hands found my ass and he
grunted as he pulled my hips roughly up against his and he rutted against my
crotch, with the hard cup of his jockstrap pressing and rubbing against my leg.
My fingers were trembling as I pulled
on the hem of his football jersey. Adam lifted his arms and I pulled the jersey
up over his head and tossed it to the floor. He instantly lifted the large
shoulder pad gear over his head and let it drop to the floor. His upper body
was now exposed to me, all golden and gleaming.
As he kicked off his shoes, I knelt
at the altar of his body and I kissed that small indentation at the bottom of
his ribcage and just above the muscles of his abdomen. Then, I reached up and
began to pull on the laces of his football pants. When I did that, Adam's eyes
closed and he moaned quietly.
Adam bent over me as I continued
to undo the laces, grabbing my own top, a pullover, and he shucked it from me
and I was now as bare from the waist up as he was. His hands caught me under my
armpits and he tugged and I rose again and his hands began to unfasten my belt
and then fumble with the button and the zipper of my pants. I kicked off my own
shoes, and my pants fell to my knees as his hands slipped into the back of my
underwear and began to fondle my butt cheeks.
Adam's hands were smooth as they moved
all over my bare ass, and then he removed them, pulled on the front of my
briefs, and looked inside. My cock was not huge by any means, it was slightly above
average, and kind of on the thin side, and when he saw it he nodded, which I assumed
was his approval of its size, and then he looked up at me, smiled, and then
shoved my underwear down.
I followed by tugging on either
side of his football pants, spreading the laces I had previously unlaced, and
then giving them a yank, sending them to his ankles.
There we stood, me naked, save
for my socks, and he in nothing but his socks and that jockstrap, that jockstrap
that had a cup in the pouch hiding from me any detail of what was inside, doing
its job, protecting his pride and joy. It was time to relieve that jockstrap of
its duties, for I was there now, and I wanted to be the one to protect Adam's balls
with my hands and mouth and his cock with the warm folds of my mouth and the
darkness and warmth of my asshole. It would be just as safe in me as it would
be in that cup. I grabbed the elastic waistband and pulled it forward and then
down.
Like mine, his cock was already
hard, and it was magnificent - Larger than my own by about an inch, and a lot
thicker too. Now, wearing only socks, we stepped away from our clothing and
went to the bed. Adam sat down on it and held up his arms toward me, his cock a
hard pillar beckoning me toward it.
Adam meant for me to go into his
arms, but I couldn't resist that marvelous tower of manhood before me. I knelt
instead and my mouth sunk over his cockhead and down his shaft.
"Oh, god, Scott, oh, oh
fuck!" Adam moaned as I pulled back up again and was rewarded by a pearl
of pre-cum upon my tongue. "Oh, shit, oh, fuck, mmm!" And now my
mouth was sliding easily; his cock fit so well, so perfectly, as though it
belonged there, and had all along.
"Scott, please, get up here
with me," Adam groaned after a minute or so of this. I was blissfully
sucking on him and his moan caused me to look up. "Come on, get up on the
bed so I can give you a little of what you're giving me!"
My stomach was performing
flip-flops as I complied, getting on the bed with my head toward the foot of
the bed, and Adam moved his position so his head was at the top of the bed and
scooted down to place his face at my crotch and put his own legs nearly all off
the bottom of the bed. He got his hard-as-steel dick back to my level, and as I
happily crammed it back inside my mouth I felt the warm moisture of his mouth
encircle my cock and coat it with his hot saliva.
Adam's actions on my prick after
that can only be described as ravenous; he was sucking me with a frantic edge
that sent me reeling. Shit, I was close to creaming again. "Adam, Adam, stop,
please stop!" I begged him.
Adam reluctantly released my
cock. "Why?" he whined. "I've been waiting for this for so long,
Scott. I always tried to talk to you, tried to get something going, but you
would never talk to me, just mumble and look away, so I thought you weren't
interested. When you agreed to come up here, I thought, wow, I'm finally going
to get to sleep with him, and now that it is actually happening, you're asking
me to stop? Why, am I not doing a good job? Doesn't it feel good?"
I couldn't believe what I was
hearing. Adam had wanted me the entire time I had wanted him? This must be true;
it couldn't have been the Devil making him say that, for I could tell his words
were sincere, that there had been a real longing there, just as I had longed
for him; I could see it in his eyes. "It feels so good, and I have wanted
this for a very long time, too," I hastily assured him. "I only asked
you to stop because… well… it's just that... I want you to fuck me, Adam.
Please fuck me."
"But I was going to get you
to fuck me," Adam protested.
"Later," I promised
him. "But for now, please, I've got to have this inside me," I said
gazing at his hard cock and squeezing it gently. "I'm on the edge, and I'd
never last if I was to put my cock in your ass right now." My cock jerked
angrily at even the mention of the possibility.
"Okay," Adam panted. "But
I'm not going to last very long either!"
"That's okay, just put it in
me," I groaned. "That's all I need. Please!"
Adam nodded and grabbed a bottle
of lube from his bedside table. He squeezed some on his cock and then handed
the bottle to me. He spread the lube on his cock as he watched me lube my hole
for him.
As soon as we were both lubed up,
he got my legs up and got in between them and he pressed his cock against my asshole.
"Oh fuck, push it in, push it in!" I moaned.
"I'm about to cum!"
Adam warned me, his face flushed with desire,
eyes glazed, mouth open, skin twinkling with sweat.
"I don't care, push it in,
cream in me even if you don't thrust it in and out first! Please, Adam, please!"
"Ohhhhh fuuuuuck! So tight! Oh, shit, I'm... uhh, uhh, uhh, AH-GAH-AH-HAHHH-GAHHH!" Adam's cock exploded inside of me as soon as it entered me, just as he had feared it would. I could feel the hot spunk as it shot deep into my ass. Adam hadn't even fucked me, just stuck it in and came right away, but I didn't care - I had Adam's cock, and his load, deep inside me and that's all that mattered.
"GUH-GUH-HUUNNNH-KUHHHH!"
I moaned right after I felt his load flow inside me and I began squirting both
of us with a heavy flood of cum, a load that had been building up ever since I'd
first met Adam over a year ago. A year's worth of desire and need and yearning,
it all blasted out of me and coated both of our stomachs with my jizz.
When I was done, Adam lay down on
me, his cock still in my ass, and my cum glued us together as one. We were one,
and this was all I'd ever wanted - Adam was in my arms and his cock was in my
ass and my life was complete and my soul was... no longer mine to give to him!
We lay like that for just a few
brief moments, and then Adam rolled off me, still panting hard, and said, "I
told you I wouldn't last."
"It's okay," I chuckled
ruefully. "I didn't either, you may have noticed."
Adam's fingers went to his
stomach and I watched his fingertips play with the slick cum I'd layered onto
him. "I noticed," he grinned.
"Sorry about that. I wanted
to last, I wanted to fuck you, too."
"I wanted that too," Adam
said. "And you will; I figure you and I rest for a couple of hours and
then we can go at it again. I mean, if you don't mind spending the night,"
he said with a grin.
"I don't mind at all,"
I beamed at him.
Adam and I fucked twice more that
night, the first time with me fucking him and the second with him giving me a
proper fucking this time around.
When I woke up later, it was
getting light outside. I went to the bathroom quietly, and then I leaned
against the doorway wearing only my briefs, looking at Adam lying on the bed,
the sheets all rumpled and his hair in disarray. His face bore a smile even in
slumber.
I decided I'd check out his
kitchen and see if I could make him a bit of breakfast without making a racket
or a mess.
The man of the night before was
sitting at the kitchen table, a plate of food in front of him and a newspaper
before him. "Ah, there you are," he said to me. "I was wondering
if I'd have to come get you."
"Already?" I gulped.
"But of course," the
man said, putting the paper aside as casually as if he were a businessman about
to leave for work. "Now, if you're ready to fulfill your part of the
bargain..."
"I guess so," I said. "But
I had hoped to have some more time with Adam."
"And why wouldn't you have
more time with Adam?"
I looked at him. His hair, it
wasn't black; it was more of a brown, a brown that lightened by the minute, it
seemed. His skin, too, was lighter-toned. Well, the Devil can look like
anything he wants to. "I assumed you were coming to take me to Hell,"
I admitted.
"Hell? Oh, I don't have
anything to do with Hell. Nasty place, I assure you; you don't want to go
there."
"But... but you bought my
soul."
"In exchange for giving you
a chance with the love of your life," the man agreed. Now his hair was
very light brown, and his skin was totally Caucasian pale. "Now, I ask
you, what would the Devil know about love? Ask him to give you power or cause
trouble for someone, he's the go-to guy, I admit. But love? He couldn't make a
boy pigeon fall in love with a girl pigeon much less, people."
"So… who are you, then?"
"Who am I?" The hair
was now completely blond, even blonder than Adam's. "I'm the poor angel
assigned to you, who's been trying to do his job right for the longest time.
But you've been too busy wetting your pants every time Adam came by to give me
the slightest chance to put the two of you together."
"You're my guardian angel?"
"In the flesh," the man
agreed. "I kept pushing Adam your way, the perfect man for you, and every
time he got near enough to see you, you blew it. So when you made that offer of
your soul for the chance with him, I grabbed it. I agree that's more a tactic
used by the other side, but since it worked, I'm not complaining."
"Me, neither," I
agreed, with a great deal of relief. "So... now what?"
"Now what? I own you, Scott,"
the man said. "You have to do exactly what I tell you from now on. I
bought your soul at a fair price, remember?"
Uh-oh. This didn't sound good.
Was my guardian angel about to join the forces of Darkness? "So what do
you want me to do?"
"I want you to go back to
Adam and love him," my angel said. "I want you to love him for
better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, forsaking
all others until death do you part, that's what I want. You think you can
manage that?"
I had to smile at that. "I
sure hope so," I agreed. "I'll try my best."
"Good, then that's settled,"
the angel said. "Now get hopping. I've got a busy and very happy life
planned for you, and since I own you now, you'd better get started on it. Why
don't you take Adam out for breakfast instead of breaking eggs and burning
toast for him like you usually do when you try to cook? And on Monday, we're
signing you up for a couple of cooking classes so you can fix breakfast in bed
for him from time to time."
"Yes Master," I said
playfully and went off to wake Adam to make the suggestion.
I had sold my soul for love. And from the look of things, I had just made the best bargain of my life!
