Adam and Yedidyah

Once again, Adam was snapped from his reverie by the train’s announcement: “Tachana Merkazit; Almahatat Almarkazia; Central Station”. The “Light Rail”, that he would have preferred to call a tram but when in Rome (or in this case Jerusalem), glided into the station and eased to a stop. As usual, the impatient people on the platform moved towards the doors blocking the exit for those wanting to get off. After virtually rugby tackling his way off the train, leaving behind him angry stares and more then a few people trying to give him a piece of their mind whilst simultaneously trying to regain their position in the race to get on, Adam was outside again. He enjoyed the light rail. It ran from his seminary up to the doors of the Central Bus Station (or CBS or TM as most of the Anglo youth he socialised with would call it). Well, it did not really go to the doors, that would have been useful. Instead, he had to navigate the mass of humanity that was calling out for “Tzedaka, likhvod Shabbat Kodesh (Charity, in honour of the holy Sabbath), the political protests and the flower sellers in amongst those trying to catch a bus or the light rail. Once over that section, he’d need to navigate the road crossing with taxi drivers who are a law unto themselves, and then go through security. Not wanting to let the space go idle, there is a mall within the Central Station, so it has its own heaving masses to negotiate one’s way through.

He got to the bakery and selected a few borekas for the journey. He contemplated buying a cake for his hosts, but none seemed to catch his eye, so he handed over the bag together with 50 shekels. He never knew how much he was supposed to pay, and instead of trying to figure out what the teller was screaming at him in Hebrew, he knew a 50 would cover it. He climbed the stairs, they tended to have the least numbers of people, less idiots getting in his way. Of course, if anyone would ever ask him where to go and people watch, the Central Station would be high on his list. Skimpily clad teenage girls giggling as they looked at the clothes on sale, mixed with young soldiers, about Adam’s age, in the olive green uniform of the IDF, guns slung over their shoulder. Arab women, distinctive in their hijabs and speaking in Arabic wound around black coated Chassidish men and their plain clothed women wearing snoods or wigs, according to the sect that they belonged, who preferred to speak in Yiddish. Of course, it would not be complete without the National Religious youth, boys in their shorts with knitted kippot in all sorts of colours, with the girls in tights and flowing skirts and the women wearing brightly coloured scarves around their hair. Usually Adam thrilled in the opportunity to see the multitude of people from all over the world who contributed to the tapestry that is Jerusalem. His mind, though, was on other things. He arrived at his gate, thankfully the bus was waiting for him, so he got on and used his well-worn phrase, “Aloch chazor l’Kfar Saba b’vakasha [return ticket to Kfar Saba, please]”. This was one of the few phrases that he had learnt in Hebrew, and he made sure to use it as it gave him a 20% discount on the ticket price. He checked the monitor to see how much he owed, paid and then went to find a seat. Unfortunately for him, the bus was packed, and someone was already sitting in the back stairwell. Crap, he was going to have to stand, again. He positioned his bag between his feet and got comfortable. The doors shut and the bus lurched backwards. Soon they were leaving Jerusalem and winding their way through the Judean hills, down to the plains below. The person next to him said the Travellers prayer loudly enough that he could hear, so he just focussed on the words, answered amen, and thanked his luck that he had now fulfilled his duty to say the prayer, without trying to balance a prayer book on the back of the seat whilst the bus swayed.

Luckily for Adam, several of the passengers were going to the Airport, so at the first stop, he was able to get a seat. It had still been over half an hour of trying not to lose his balance, as chances were that he would probably go flying into someone’s lap, if not down the aisle. Safely ensconced in a seat, he could finally get back to the thoughts that had been bugging him since the day before. Had he made the correct decision to go with Jake to help him understand what they were learning? He felt a little relieved that he had not sinned, but he also felt deprived of an opportunity. The afternoon had flown by, with all the study partners and lectures that he had crammed into his schedule. He had looked for Yedidyah at dinnertime, but he was not to be found. Thursday evenings were a big deal at the seminary, as it was supposed to be a night dedicated to learning, and they usually tried to make cholent (a Sabbath stew that many seminary students are crazy about), and beers to encourage the young men that came to this seminary to attend. As this seminary mainly catered to young men, like himself, that were seeking to find out more about their Judaism, it was not like some of the other seminaries that would kick kids out for going partying on a Thursday night. As such, Adam guessed that Yedidyah had probably gone out with friends, to hit the town and potentially get drunk. Which American 20-year-old did not love the fact that he could legally buy alcohol in this country? This was later confirmed when Yedidyah stumbled into the room, bumping into the chairs, and knocking a pile of books over before flopping onto his bed and promptly falling asleep, fully clothed with his shoes on. Part of Adam wanted to leave him like that, but he realised that he anyway needed to get up and turn the light off, as well as shut the door if he was going to get any sleep before waking up. If he was anyway up, he reasoned to himself, he might as well help Yedidyah take off his shoes and climb into bed properly. The thought did cross his mind to help Yedidyah take off more of his clothes, but he left it at his shoes. When he’d come back after prayers, Yedidyah was still fast asleep, so Adam had quickly packed his bag and left for the weekend.

*********

Yedidyah was pissed. How could that faggot, that had been perving over him for over a month now, have given him up to help some idiot that couldn’t even speak English properly. He pressed his face into his pillow and screamed. That wasn’t enough. So he took a walk into one of the forests nearby where he could go and scream, without being disturbed. He knew this because there were several others who went there to go and do meditation, which for some reason would sometimes include their screaming verses from the Bible. He screamed. He let out his sexual frustration via his lungs. Although he knew that he could leave this life behind him and go back to America, he was also drawn to his new lifestyle. His parents knew little of what had transpired when he had been in university, or why he had suddenly become more religious. He knew that they would probably have been quite ecstatic if their David would phone them and tell them that he was coming home and would no longer require kosher food. If he could be “normal”. They hadn’t seen the looks of disgust when some of the students realised he was Jewish. Having grown up in a cosmopolitan city, where there was a large community, being in this university town, that had attracted students from far and wide, meant that there were a fair few that had never met a Jew before. Despite being athletic and good-looking, there were still shouts of “kike” when he was out running, or antisemitic cartoons shoved under his door in the dead of night. He couldn’t find the perpetrators, and the odd member of staff that he tried to talk to just brushed off his concerns or told him that they would get back to him. What had really hurt him was the frat party that he had tried to go to in order to hook up with some girl he had a crush on, only to be told at the door that he was an unwelcome Jew-boy, and that he could run off to his little piggy father to work in his little piggy bank and ruin the lives of hard-working Americans. He had brushed it off as one drunk idiot whilst barging his way into the frat house. He was a little shaken up by it, so went looking for the bar to get a drink. When he made it into the TV room, the music got turned off, and it seemed like everyone was staring at him. Next think a drink was thrown at him, as well as food and anything that the participants could get their hands on. While this was going on, there were shouts and screams of “Jewish trash”, “kike”, “fuck off, you Jewish bastard”, “child killers” and more. The look of hatred on those around him scared him more than anything, and he started retreating out the door. Someone grabbed him and snarled, “Don’t ever come back here again, kike, cause next time we won’t be so nice.” Once out, he started running back to the dorm, adrenaline pumping through his body. All he could see was white. He did not even notice junctions, so it was a small miracle that he had not been run over. Once back next to his dorms, the adrenaline plummeted, and he crumbled to his knees and started vomiting. He had never in his life experienced such anti-Semitism. When he had finally recovered enough to stand up, he made his way inside the dorm building, only to be greeted with, “You stink, you alcoholic piece of Jew-trash.”. He got to his room, picked up his towel and a change of clothes and made his way to the showers where he got in, numb, clothes and all, and just let the water run over him. He was crying. He had never cried that much in years, but he had also not been so scared, so alone, so helpless.

He could not even remember how long he had been under the shower when someone walked into the bathroom. He quickly washed his face and hoped that his eyes were not so red. The stranger went straight to the sink and put down his toothbrush and toothpaste before coming over and asking, “Hey, are you ok?”

“Don’t you know, I’m a piece of Jewish filth? Seems like everyone else here does.”

“Buddy, if you are Jewish filth, then I am too. My name’s Menachem, but you can call me Mendy, everyone else does.” Said the stranger, a warm smile lighting up his face.

David looked up, and saw this guy, dressed in a black suit and white shirt. He could not believe his eyes. “Don’t people give you shit for being Jewish, dressed like that?” he inquired.

“Some idiots do, but I don’t care about them. I know that I have a mission to do, to be a light to the nations, and I do my best to be pleasant to everyone, especially the haters. Often it’s the best way to piss them off.” He said, grinning. “You want to tell me why you’re in the shower in your clothes then?”

David looked down, and then laughed at how ridiculous he looked. “I was a bit of a mess when I got in, so I guess I needed the hose down.”
“Well, if you want, I’ve got some food in my room. I’ll try and heat it up. Come on over and we can talk. Room number 307”.

“Hey, that’s right next to mine. I’ll just finish my shower and I’ll be right over.”

“Cool, I guess I’ll wait to brush my teeth then.” Mendy said, grabbing his toothbrush and toothpaste as he headed out the door.

David managed to get all his wet clothes off him and luxuriated in water washing over his naked body. He lathered himself in soap and watched the suds drain away, along with some of the anxiety he had felt building up over the course of the night. When he was done, he dried himself off, wrung out his clothes as best he could, and then made his way back to his room to hang them up, so that they did not start stinking before he could get to the laundry. He felt a little better dressed in clean clothes and fresh deodorant. He grabbed a packet of chocolates that he had, as he felt he should bring something, and made his way over to Mendy’s. He knocked on the door, and Mendy opened it smiling.

“Come in. Make yourself comfortable. I hope that the food will be warm soon. Sorry it’s so little. I wasn’t expecting a guest.” Mendy babbled, as he directed David to a seat at the table he had covered in a white cloth. In the corner on the floor was a metal hot plate with some food on it, and there was also a little fridge in the room. The room was sparsely lit with a bedside lamp and some candle providing all the light in the room. David asked, “Do you want me to switch the light on?”

Mendy smiled saying, “I prefer that you didn’t. It’s Shabbat, the Sabbath, and we’re not supposed to do productive work. By flipping the switch, you are creating light. Thank-you for your concern though.”
“Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t know that. I brought these.” David said, trying to cover up his faux pas.

“I’m sorry, I can’t accept them as they are not kosher.” Mendy said with an apologetic look on his face. “At least there’s more for you then. Changing topics, do you know what kiddush is?”

“Kid-what?” asked David confused.

“Kiddush, the sanctification of the Shabbat. I’m guessing that’s a no. Ok, I’ll make it for you. You have any problems with a little wine? I know that it’s frowned upon in the dorms (it was illegal, but who’s quibbling about semantics David thought), but if you’d prefer, I’ve got grape juice.”
“Wine would be nice.” David said, thinking that a little bit of alcohol might help calm his raw nerves.

“Great.” Said Mendy as he poured some into a glass. He then handed David a kippa and began the blessings over the wine, “Yom ha-Shishi….” He intoned. David was enraptured by the melody and the smell of food. All too soon, his thoughts were broken by Mendy saying, “Please sit and drink.” He did as he was told and was hit by the sharp sweetness of the wine. His face must have betrayed him, as Mendy volunteered, “It’s made sweet both to fortify it, and to ensure that one will throw up before one gets drunk. It is now traditional to wash our hands before we eat bread.” As a bowl with a two-handled jug was passed to David. “We pour three times on each hand.” David did as he was instructed, and Mendy smiled as he said, “Baruch…. Al netilat yadayim.” Whilst David dried his hands. Mendy washed his hands, took two bread rolls and blessed them, “Hamotzi lechem min ha’aretz” and cut some off, salted it and then ate before handing some to David.

Yedidyah scanned the trees before him, as if looking for something. There was nothing, but he felt he was done remembering his introduction to Orthodox Judaism. He had come a long way since then. He had started going to services in the Chabad House near campus, which welcomed him and gave him a sense of belonging that he was now sorely lacking in his university town. That had led him to make several changes in his life, like keeping kosher, keeping Shabbat, wearing a kippa all the time, and eventually moving to this seminary in Jerusalem. His parents were anything but pleased as he became ever more religious. He refused to eat out with them one visit home, unless they found somewhere that was kosher, and the next visit he was demanding his own pots and pans. He also refused to watch games on Saturday with his father like he had growing up, and instead would walk to the Orthodox Synagogue several miles away. The main thing keeping the relationship intact was the Rabbi’s insistence that, “Respecting your parents is in the Ten Commandments. Make sure that you always respect your parents. You are not allowed to break the other commandments, unless it is to save a life. But you must always respect your parents.” Yedidyah had become an even more dutiful son. He stopped getting into shouting matches with his father, as they had done when he was a teenager, over politics, race-relations and a host of other issues that they did not see eye-to-eye on. He called his parents every week on a Friday, and made sure to help his mom around the house. In their private conversations, his parents were disturbed that their all-American jock son was “frumming out” (becoming more religious), but it had made him a mensch (lit. man, more like a gentleman).

Yedidyah took a deep breath of pine-scented, dust filled, dry Jerusalem air and stood up. He knew he needed to get back, even if he was a little gutted that he was not going to get the head that he had been longing for. On his way into the seminary, Yehuda, who everyone just called Jude, was on his way out. Jude’s eyes lit up, “Hey Yedidyah, how is it going? Long time no see man. I’m just on my way to hang out with some friends, do you want to join us?” Yedidyah, looked into the seminary, and realised that he was not in the mood for more studying. “Yeah sure,” he said, “it would be nice to get out of here for a bit.”

“Even if you’re just getting back.” Sniggered Jude, “Yalla, let’s go.”

Everyone knew that Jude liked to walk through Jerusalem. He was also a friendly chatty type, so he seemed to know several people along the way. Although, to be fair, he could also speak to someone he had never met as though they had been friends for years. They walked through Meah Shearim with mothers pushing strollers filled with either toddlers or produce from the store, and not infrequently, both, whilst wearing their olive-green stockings, flat shoes, loose fitting blouses and cloth caps over their hair. Fathers were marching off to their errands with their calf length blue and black stripped kaftans, black hats, white or black stockings tucked into their knee-length pantaloons and slip-on shoes. Children played in the streets in gaggles of 4-10 in a group, whilst teenagers were chatting animatedly outside of the building that they were supposed to be learning in, smoking cigarettes, and blocking the narrow pavement. Within 3 or 4 blocks, they passed over Ha-Nevi’im and it was like a light had gone on. The change from bleakly clad, ultra-orthodox Jews into the cosmopolitan world of Jaffa Street, with beggars, Christian groups trying to proselytise the Jews, soldiers in their green uniform, national-religious settler types walking down the street in their t-shirts with the neckline torn off, shorts and sandals. The girls wore flowing dresses, elbow length blouses and sandals as they congregate in their giggling clusters. A musician played on the street corner, hoping for any money that could be spared, whilst a train pulled into the light-rail station. They turned off Jaffa Street into an alley, making their way to Ben Yehuda Street. The cafés were brimming with people speaking a babel of languages. Here French, there English and in another place Hebrew. Yedidyah pondered briefly on the fulfilment of the prophesies that spoke of the rebuilding of Jerusalem. It gave him a warm fuzzy feeling.

“Where are we going?” enquired Yedidyah as they approached Ben Yehuda.

“I feel like having a MacDonalds. I haven’t had one since I started keeping kosher. In about an hour some friends that I know from back home are joining me, and we are going to a bar that they know that plays live music.”

“That sounds great. I haven’t had a Makky-D’s in ages. It would be nice to have something “from home”.” Yedidyah replied, making air-quotes with his fingers as he said “from home”.

They enjoyed their kosher burgers before heading out into the maze of streets and alleyways that surrounds Ben Yehuda in central Jerusalem. Jude stopped abruptly, pulled out his phone to check something, and stated, “Well, we are here.”

Slack-jawed, Yedidyah asked, “How the heck did you do that? I couldn’t find my way around here without using Google-maps or something.”

Jude smirked, “I grew up in a time before smartphones, so I pay attention when I walk places. It isn’t so difficult.” He ruffled Yedidyah’s hair as though he was a good dog.

They made their way in, and Jude greeted his friends, introducing Yedidyah. The place was dimly lit, with nooks and cranny’s all over the place. It was obviously an old building. The owners had worked with the place to give it a ton of character. There was a mismatch of tables and chairs, which looked like someone had just picked them up off the street when someone else had thrown them out. Yedidyah thought laconically that this was probably not far from what happened. Light was provided by an assortment of table lamps and a few lights mounted on the wall. The pictures on the wall showed pictures of, what he guessed was, Jerusalem over the ages. Yedidyah was torn between thinking that these should be in a museum, and appreciating that they were here for him to peruse without having to specifically go to a museum. There were nick-knacks and random objects placed in the nooks of the wall and in what looked like windows of long ago. There was a steady hum as patrons discussed whatever it was that they felt like discussing and glasses chinked as beers, wine and chasers were poured and drunk. Yedidyah felt so grown up to be in a bar by himself, knowing that back in the US he would not have been allowed through the door. At some point, a band started playing. The music was good. Nothing that he was particularly keen on, but it added atmosphere to the evening. He scouted the bar, noting some beautiful girls that seemed available, but also trying to keep to his new-found sexual strictures of not touching women he was not married to. To get his mind off his sexual desires, he drank pretty hard. Eventually, everything was a blur.

He woke up the next morning. He was still dressed, but without his shoes on. Adam had obviously taken those off and had already left for the weekend. He felt queasy, so he grabbed his 500ml glass and poured water into it. After drinking it down quickly, he ran to the bathroom, making it to the toilet just in time for him to projectile vomit the water and the leftover alcohol that was making him feel sick into the bowl. It was something he had learnt from a friend, and it seemed to work every time. He felt a lot better as he drank some more water to wash away the taste.

**************

On Saturday night, Adam took a deep breath as he opened his bedroom door. Yedidyah was sitting on his bed, looking at something on his phone.

“Hey stranger, how did your head feel on Friday morning?”
“What do you mean?”
“You were pretty drunk when you arrived back.”
“Oh sorry, did I wake you?”
“You could have woken the dead.” Adam laughed, “But it’s ok, we all need to let go from time to time.”
Yedidyah relaxed. He had felt a little bad getting so drunk, but in a way he looked up to the slightly older Adam, who just seemed to have his shit together. If he said that it was ok, maybe he was beating himself up over nothing. He heard the door shut and lock, and looked up to see Adam, with a smirk on his face, a glint in his eye, and an eye-brow raised. Yedidyah did not require the question to be verbalised. He put his phone on his bed and his feet on the floor as he stood up. He unbuttoned his trousers and then stopped and looked at Adam, “Is this what you want?” he asked in a teasing tone. Adam nodded, whilst swallowing the saliva that was accumulating in his mouth thinking about the meat he was about to slobber all over. Truth be told, it was all he could think about all weekend. His friends had thought that something was wrong in the seminary as he had been so quiet. Meanwhile, he had been intermittently fantasising about the dick he wanted to swallow and trying to think about anything else so that his boner did not show when he got up. It had been a painful experience, which was now about to end in his mouth being filled with youthful, fresh tasty spunk. He was almost cuming in his pants just thinking about it. He bit his lip to stop himself rushing over and tearing Yedidyah’s trousers off of him so that he could start giving him head.

“I’m going to need verbal affirmation that you wish to see my nakedness, otherwise, I’m going to have to stop here.”
It took all of Adam’s reserves to not scream at Yedidyah, who seemed to have a perverse pleasure in teasing Adam. Adam could see Yedidyah’s monster growing in the leg of his trousers, so it was not like Yedidyah was not looking forward to this as much as he was. After what seemed like an age, Adam managed to marshal his thoughts into words and was able to say in his most subservient voice, “I want nothing more than to worship your magnificent cock, oh most noble one.”

Yedidyah chuckled at Adam’s acquiescence, while his cock chubbed up a bit more, knowing that it was about to get some attention that it so desperately wanted. Adam, as if in a trance, moved forward and grabbed Yedidyah’s zipper, pulling it down with a sense of reverence that seemed strangely fitting for the worship that was about to take place. The trousers dropped down to Yedidyah’s ankles when gravity took over once the impediment to downward movement had been eradicated. Yedidyah reached down to adjust himself as he was nearing full growth and the constriction of his underwear was causing him some discomfort. Adam had other ideas though and caught Yedidyah’s hand before he could adjust himself. Adam sunk to his knees in front of this god of a man. He was ready to worship. There was already a wet spot where Yedidyah was leaking pre-cum. Adam moved his mouth closer to the cock and started sucking it through the fabric. Yedidyah looked down to see his one hand still caught in the hand of Adam, whilst Adam’s second hand had started feeling his thigh. Adam was kissing his cock and balls through the fabric, and taking deep breaths from around his crotch. When Adam was at the base of his cock, he kissed, inhaled Yedidyah’s scent deeply and looked up, his mouth less than an inch from Yedidyah’s fully engorged cock, whilst he asked in a supplicating tone, “Please sir, can I take these off.” Yedidyah was so turned on at this point, he could not longer speak, so just nodded his ascent. Adam let go of Yedidyah’s hand and with both hands he hooked his fingers into Yedidyah’s underwear and pulled them down, whilst trying to ensure that the cock was not trapped or hurt in this undertaking. The underwear dropped to lay on top of the trousers whilst Adam softly took hold of the cock before him. It was 7”5 or 8”, he was not sure. It was larger than his, that was for sure. It was beautiful in every way. It was straight, with a few veins popping out. Fully engorged, it stuck out straight from Yedidyah’s body, at a very good angle for Adam to start swallowing it. It was a soft brown colour, like the rest of Yedidyah. The head was an exquisite helmet. There was a distinct smell of musk with a little of the acrid taste of urine due to Yedidyah’s last shower being the day before. Adam started kissing from the base of the cock up to the head from every angle he was able to. Yedidyah was still leaking pre-cum, so every time Adam made it to the head, he gave the piss-slit a little lick to imbibe the salty tangy taste of Yedidyah.

Yedidyah managed to find his voice, and with his neck outstretched as he seemed to gaze at the ceiling, as if to assuage the fire coursing through his nervous system. “Are you going to quit teasing me and start putting out the fire you have ignited through my body with your slobber?” he enquired whilst putting his hands on Adam’s head, gripping it and attempting to manoeuvre it into position for oral penetration to begin. Adam grabbed Yedidyah’s thighs to brace himself and resisted being impaled on Yedidyah’s manhood.

Adam looked up imploringly, “Please sir, I want to make you happy. Please let me do it my way this time.”

Yedidyah looked down to see the imploring puppy-dog eyes staring up at him. He relented and allowed Adam to go back to softly kissing up and down his shaft. However, when Adam started licking his balls, he winced. “Please don’t play with my balls. I’m sorry, I’m really sensitive there and it just hurts me.”

“Sorry, I’ll leave them alone then.” Replied Adam, somewhat disappointed as he had found the taste of Yedidyah’s sweaty ball sack intoxicating. Adam was so turned on by the musky smell emanating from Yedidyah. It was pure masculinity. He opened his mouth, suppressed his gag reflex, covered his teeth with his lips and started taking the one-eyed monster that raged in front of him. Yedidyah had gone back to his closed eyes, “looking at the ceiling” stance, when he felt his member getting enveloped in the warm, wet confines of Adam’s oral hole. Most bitches had just managed to take his head, relying on a hand at the base of his cock to help motivate his erection. He let out a sigh of pleasure. He forced himself to look down to see what was going on. He was greeted by Adam’s eyes looking up at him in full submission, with his cock now half-way buried in Adam’s face. “Yeah, bitch, take that cock.” He said, falling back into his jock ways, feeling himself superior to the person impaling themselves on his almighty cock. He instantly regretted it. He was trying to be a better person. “I’m sorry.” He mumbled, feeling a little deflated. His mood must have been reflected in his dick, because Adam pulled off, gently stroking his manhood whilst saying, “Dude, in private, whilst we are doing intimate things, I am your bitch. You are my man.” Yedidyah felt his cock throb with renewed vigour as Adam stroked his ego.

Adam took a deep breath, grabbed Yedidyah’s hands and placed them on the back of his head and then impaled himself on Yedidyah’s cock. When his nose hit Yedidyah’s pubes, Yedidyah moaned, “Oh yeah, take that cock bitch. I’m gonna breed that tight hole of yours. Pump you so full of cum, you’re gonna be shitting my babies for a week.” As he rocked his hips back and forth, driving his cock down Adam’s willing hole. He has almost forgotten the pleasure of a blowjob, but this was better than anything he had ever experienced, as he had never been deep-throated before.

Yedidyah’s confidence, control and the magnificence of his cock was driving Adam crazy with lust. His submission to this hunk of a man was total. He was lucky that he had been a swimmer for most of his life, so he could hold his breath for a long time. He was able to explore Yedidyah’s body as Yedidyah took control of the skull-fucking that he was receiving. He ran his hands up Yedidyah’s smooth abs, enjoying as his fingers bumped against the ripples of Yedidyah’s six-pack. Eventually he found Yedidyah’s nipples. He played with them for a short while, before bringing them to his bottom lip to wipe off some of the slobber that he was lavishing over Yedidyah’s prized meat, which was coming out in such copious amounts that he was able to moisten his fingers to lube them up for further nipple-play.

Yedidyah, as much as he seemed to be a self-absorbed jock, realised that his tool ball deep down someone’s throat would restrict their ability to breath, pulled his cock out of Adam’s throat until just his head was left in his bitch’s mouth. Adam’s eyes shot up as he was pulling out more than usual, so he said, “well you gotta breath before you pass out on me. That would be another novel experience, fucking someone unconscious, but not one that I’d like to explain here.” Adam’s eyes smiled back at him, as his mouth was too stretched out by the python to allow much movement there. Adam took a few deep breaths and then dove back down on Yedidyah’s cock like a man possessed. His hand climbed back up Yedidyah’s stomach, found the nipples and gently rubbed them with his saliva slickened fingers. Yedidyah let out yet another moan. He had never had someone pinch, rub and smooth over his nipples like this. His nipples were hard from the attention that they were getting. This translated into more throbbing in his cock as it pulsed inside Adam’s throat. Adam’s oesophagus was gently massaging it, trying to pull him down, further into Adam. His breathing was getting heavier. His hands were like a vice grip on Adam’s skull. He could feel the tingling in his lower back and the tightening of his balls. Through gritted teeth he warned, “I’m about to explode!” as he pulled back, thinking that Adam would not really want to be swallowing his load. Adam realised what was about to happen, and grabbed at Yedidyah’s muscular butt to stop him pulling out any further once Yedidyah’s head was in his mouth. He used his tongue to lick the piss slit, around the head and under the glans. He also lapped at the underside of the head. The rough tongue against his now super-sensitive cock head sent Yedidyah over the edge. His muscles went tight. He grabbed Adam’s head even tighter, holding it in place as he unloaded. His mouth was open as he panted, with his eyes shut so that he could enjoy the moment.

Adam thought that his head would explode from Yedidyah’s grip. The huge cock seemed to swell even more. He was unsure if he would be able to accommodate the head and the semen he was about to have unloaded into his mouth. He heard Yedidyah gasp and then moan as the first load came barrelling out of Yedidyah. Adam was shocked at the force with which the load hit the back of his throat. He was happy to discover that he loved the taste of Yedidyah’s essence. The slimy goo was salty and sweet in the right proportions. He felt another spasm and realised that he had better get swallowing before his mouth got overwhelmed by the load that was getting dumped into him. He no sooner managed to swallow the first gulp of the first load, when his mouth was filled almost to bursting with the second. He doubled his gulping speed and managed to successfully swallow the next five blasts of jism, with just a little coming out the sides.

Yedidyah released Adam and fell back onto his bed. Adam shuffled forward on his knees to lick up the slobber that he had heaped upon Yedidyah’s manhood. Yedidyah looked a little shocked at Adam’s movement forward, and squirmed a little when he grabbed Yedidyah’s now sensitive and softening member. When Adam started to lick and clean his dick, Yedidyah could not resist stating, “Yeah, clean your man’s cock. Show me what a good little bitch you are, you cock-whore. You’re just a slut for my manly cock, aren’t you?”

Adam finished his ministrations and gave Yedidyah a cocky half-smile. “Just be careful where and when you speak to me like that. We’d hate for the sword and its new scabbard to be separated through careless talk.” Adam cautioned before giving Yedidyah’s now soft cockhead a soft kiss as he got up, adjusted himself and then got some tissues to wipe up the floor from the drool that had run down his chin and Yedidyah’s balls and fallen onto the floor. Adam gathered his towel, shower gel and his pyjamas. He then turned to Yedidyah and warned him to get his trousers back on, as someone might see him lying there, with his handsome, manly dick out when the door opened.

“So you think I have a handsome and manly dick?”
“Yup. One that I am pleased to have served and slobbered over.”
“Stop before you get me hard again, cause then you’d have to change your shower plans.” Yedidyah warned as he heaved himself off of his bed, and managed to steady himself enough to pull up his underwear and trousers.

With Yedidyah dressed, Adam unlocked the door and headed to the shower. He shut the door behind him, and undressed. His cock was still rock hard, and his underwear was wet from all the precum that he had been leaking as he was getting skull fucked by the man he had just submitted to. He was tempted to taste himself, but decided against it, preferring to remain with the taste of the man he was now a bitch to. As the warm water started to pour over his body, he relaxed into the gentle pulse of the water pouring through the rose. Once he was wet, he took the gel, rubbing it all over his body. His cock was still rock hard, so he gripped it with his hand and started rubbing it. His hips thrust his member through his fist while his back fell back onto the wall for support. His left hand brushed up against his flat but hairy stomach, making its way to his right nipple. He moaned softly as his body relaxed into the sensations of his nipple rubbing and the hand-job that he was giving himself. His mind was fixated on the magnificent man that he had just been worshiping. His tongue searched his mouth for any remaining jizz that might have been left there. It was not long before his body tensed, his cock throbbed and a cannon blast of cum shot onto the opposing wall. He stifled a moan as his orgasm caused him to writhe in the small shower. He was just coming off of the post-ejaculation high when someone knocked on the door, slamming him back to reality.

“You going to be much longer in there?” The disembodied voice questioned.

“I’m almost done. Just give me a minute.” Said Adam, trying to quickly rinse the rest of the soap off of himself, whilst trying to aim the water onto the wall that he had just shot up to remove any signs of his carnal exploits. When the last of his cum had slipped down the drain. He turned off the water, dried himself off and dressed before heading out. He found Yedidyah waiting there, and playfully punched him, before grabbing his arm to pull him closer so that he could hiss, “I have needs too. You didn’t need to spoil my bliss.”

Yedidyah grabbed his hair to pull his head backwards, and then responded quietly, “Keeping my bitches horny ensures that I am taken care of.” There was an earnestness in his eyes which had Adam concerned, before the stoney face cracked and Yedidyah’s smile spread all over his face. He let go of Adam’s hair, and pulled him into a hug, whilst whispering into his ear, “I’m sorry. If I had known, I would have left you a bit longer. Maybe one day I’ll get to join you in the shower, and maybe I can give you at least some of the pleasure you have just given me.” Adam’s heart was melting, but the sound of someone coming up the stairs caused them to disentangle, with Adam flinging himself into the room and Yedidyah entering the shower and closing the door behind him.

Adam was already asleep when Yedidyah was done. Yedidyah contemplated climbing into bed with him, so that they could spoon, but decided that Adam needed to wake up early the next day. Maybe in the near future he would cuddle with his newest bitch.