My Funky Avatar - 2. Chapter 2

This is a work of gay erotic fiction. All similarities in real life including the band are unintentional and purely coincidental. This work is copyrighted by the author and may not be copied or distributed in any form without the written permission of the author, who may be contacted at:minkiason@yahoo.com

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MY FUNKY AVATAR part 2

I opened my eyes to find out I’m face to face with Adam. He was staring at me thoughtfully as he ran his fingers through my hair. I then realized that both of us were on the same bed, and inside the same room, which was probably a hotel’s. I was about to jump out of his reach when he hugged me tightly, brushing my cheek against his.

“My God,” he whispered, “I can’t believe you’re in my arms. You don’t know how long I’ve waited for you.”

To be honest, I didn’t know what he was saying. Only when I felt a tear, his tear, flow from his eyes to my face did I understand his sincerity. My heart went out to him, and I hugged him back, trying to assure him I won’t be running away.

A voice inside me told me it was wrong, but somehow, it felt right. Besides, that voice is almost a faint murmur now, and nothing could stop me from making my idol happy. Am I doing this because I adored him? Was respect for the singer my only motivation for allowing him to do this? There was no time to think though, since my head was reeling once again the moment he brought his lips to mine for another breath-taking kiss.

Adam’s lips were perfect- soft and supple, just the way I like them. He was an expert kisser, and his techniques were taking their toll on me. I was moaning. My cock was getting hard. He kissed me with undying passion, and I was more than willing to be on the receiving end. I could get used to this.

I’m telling you again- I haven’t questioned my sexual orientation before, but now I’m beginning to have doubts. Certainly, Adam’s ministrations were giving me incredible effects, but my cock getting erect because of them got my attention. How far would I go? How much more would I give him? I understood that he urgently needed my answers when he reached for my hand and led it to his crotch.

“No,” I declined, pulling my hand away from that strange encounter. “This isn’t right. I’m not ready. I don’t even know if I want to do this.”

“I won’t do anything you wouldn’t want me to,” Adam simply put. He kissed me again, and my defenses were becoming weaker and weaker. “I want to please you.”

I was never really good at playing hard to get. Aside from that, I actually liked what he’d been doing so far. “Let’s see this body you boast about, then,” I said, trying to ease the situation a little.

Adam was quick to comply. He sat up and removed his shirt, teasing me as he slowly revealed his awesome body to me. He was not buffed up, but I could tell he had muscles in the right places. Soon, he unzipped his jeans and tugged them down, showing me his boxers. His cock was straining to get out, and it frightened me. But all the fear I felt vanished as Adam helped me up and gently took my clothes off me, assuring me with his brooding eyes everything would be fine.

“Oh Ryan,” he said appreciatively after I sat naked before him. “You’re quite a sight. I’m going to cum by just looking at you.”

With all our clothes out of the way except his underwear, Adam slid in next to me, hugged me, and kissed me. Skin to skin, lips to lips- all this contact made me shiver with anticipation. His hands roamed my body as if he could never get enough of me. His grip was firm but loving, and his touch was warm and comfortable.

Instinctively, I pulled down the last remaining clothing on him- his boxers. His 7 inch cock sprang to attention. I reached for it with my right hand, and he moaned when I finally held it. I slowly moved my hand up and down, trying to make him feel good. But after a while, he moved my hand away, and I thought he didn’t want to come ahead of me.

Adam lay on top of me, with my back against the bed. We kissed as his dick pushed down on my 6 inch erection. He slowly gyrated, and it did not take long before the friction our bodies were experiencing was getting too much to handle. Waves of pleasure rushed through me as he moved in rhythm, our cocks dancing with one another. We shared our massive orgasms and lay on the bed spent, trying to catch our breaths. During the whole time we did not talk, because it was our eyes remaining in contact that told everything we wanted to say. Soon enough, the contentment I was drowning in got the best of me, and I was off to dreamland once more.

When I opened my eyes, I realized that I was alone on the bed, so I sat up and saw that Adam was standing in front of me, wearing only a towel on his waist, and a stupid smile on his face. All we did previously soon caught up with me, and it hit me hard. I was shocked and clearly regretful.

“You!” I shouted in panic, threateningly pointing at the singer. “What did you do to me?”

An unreadable expression replaced his smile. It was as if what I said didn’t register on him. He then raised an eyebrow which I understood as, “What the hell are you talking about?”

“We had sex, for crying out loud!” I yelled. “Oh how can I be so stupid? I am just another of your one night stands, am I right?”

“What???” Adam gasped. He was so surprised he almost fell from where he was standing. At that moment, I knew I was confused as he was.

“You’re planning on denying what happened between us, then?” I asked, my voice filled with anger. “I see. It would be your downfall if anything goes public. It looks like I should be keeping this dark secret for myself.”

He was lost, and I was mad. I got out of bed with the purpose of walking out only to realize I still had on the clothes I wore at the concert. The bed was also neatly organized except the area I slept on, which meant he never spent the night with me. Furthermore, I had a crusty feeling on my underwear, signifying I creamed my pants. Was that sexual encounter only my dream? Damn, I needed to straighten things out.

“Did you kiss me last night?” I asked him, looking straight into his eyes. I noticed he was hesitant. “Answer me honestly, Adam.”

He nodded his head. I figured he didn’t want to talk about it since he was the one who started it. I guessed he was trying to figure out how to explain them to me. So, the embarrassing scene at the hallway of their concert venue was real after all.

“I’ll take it as a yes,” I said. “I got one more question. Did we have hot steamy sex last night?”

I was dumbstruck when he shook his head. That was clearly a no. But then again, maybe he was playing games with me.

“Are you sure?” I asked again. He answered yes.

“Then why do you only have a towel on?” I wondered.

“This is my hotel room, Ryan,” he said, his dark eyes glowed as if telling the truth. “I took you here when you fainted, and I let you sleep in my bed. Just so you know- I slept on the couch. I finished taking a bath when I entered here to change since my clothes are all here, but you found me staring at you because you looked so cute sleeping. That’s all there is, I swear.”

My face was burning with embarrassment. I readily believed him. There was only one way to get out of this situation- walk out. I was making progress regarding that idea when Adam’s strong arms made me turn around to face him. I was expecting he would kiss me again like what he did the other night, so I closed my eyes and prayed that this would be over soon.

“You forgot this,” Adam said, his voice was calm and soothing. I opened my eyes as he went to the bedside table, took my signed Avatars CD out of the drawer and gave it to me. I was on a roll for making false accusations today, I thought. I wanted to embarrass him a little, just to be fair.

“Thanks, Adam,” I put in blankly. “Why did you kiss me?”

The question seemed to catch Adam off guard. He was scrambling for words while he scratched his head, as if doing it would help him find what he need. Then he let out a big sigh, undoubtedly giving up.

“You may not believe this,” he explained, “but I have dreamed of you.”

“You saw me in your dream?” I asked, forcing myself not to laugh. He was hurt by what I said because his expression became downcast.

“Not really,” he continued. “I never recognized the person in my dream. But definitely it’s you.”

“What makes you think I am that guy, huh? You didn’t even see his face. Give me proof that I’m the man of your dreams, and I may actually spend some time with you,” I joked.

Adam’s handsome face was full of sadness now, since he was doing his best to persuade me, and there I was, not taking him seriously. But in the end, I thought he decided to play with me.

“Your scent,” he said almost in a whisper. “You have the same scent as the person in my dreams.”

I laughed out loud, and he smiled. Damn, he was real gorgeous when he flashes that killer smile. I checked myself before I find myself drooling over him. I was going out the door when he grabbed me again to face him. I began melting in his arms.

“So what’s your final judgment?” he said in the most seductive manner he could muster. “Can we meet tomorrow?”

“OK. Let’s make a deal,” I said, trying to get something out of the mess we’re in. “I could go out with you tomorrow, but promise me we’d never talk about this again. However, if the media finds out anything about the whole incident, our date tomorrow would be our last. Is that clear?”

“Sir, yes sir.” He shouted as he let go of me and faked a salute. His brooding eyes were gleaming with happiness, and I guess mine were, too. When he embraced me, I wanted to control the situation before things got out of hand.

“Don’t,” I resisted, pulling away before he could kiss me. “No more kissing starting today. The first one was horrifying enough. And what made you believe I might possibly be into you?”

“For starters, you dreamed about having hot steamy sex with me,” Adam said, then put his lips on mine.

I shoved him as hard as I could. He fell on the bed, and then for some unknown reason his towel untangled itself, revealing his stunning physique in all its glory. I stared at the scene in front of me for what seemed like forever. Adam, on the other hand, did not do anything to cover himself. Instead, he flexed his muscles and pretended he was not doing it on purpose. Embarrassingly, I was obviously appreciating his efforts.

A lot of questions were running inside my head. Everything happened so fast I could barely cope up. I wanted to get out of there. I chose to have nothing to do with Adam again. At the back of my mind though, a voice was telling me I could be letting go of my first chance at happiness, at love. I was brought out of my reverie when Adam shook me.

“Is something wrong?” His touch was very warm, just like in my dream. His voice was raspy and soothing, just like in my dream. I was out of words, so I just shook my head to say I was fine.

Those thoughts made me wonder. Were we dreaming of one another? Was it destiny that brought us together at the concert? Was what Adam said true- that we’re soul mates? He certainly won me over, because I realized it would be best to play along for now, and not make any snap decisions.

“I have to go,” I said. “I’m confused right now. I need some fresh air. I need some time to think.”

“OK,” he answered with a hint of fear in his voice. “What about our date tomorrow?”

I quickly gave him my address and contact numbers. I thought Adam sensed I was in a hurry to leave, but I was glad he didn’t press on the issue anymore.

“See you tomorrow?” he asked smiling, hoping for a positive response. I must admit I was beginning to like him more.

“Yeah, I guess we’ll see,” I replied. And with that I left him alone.

To be continued…

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