OFM Lust: A Groovy Orgasm

Having Adam come over has been something I’ve been wanting for a while now. His older sister used to watch us when we were younger. I was coming home from work and noticed he lives two doors down from me now. I walked over after work yesterday and invited him over to catch up and maybe listen to records.

When I saw him outside mowing his lawn, I noticed he was built like a brick house. The sweat dripped down his chest, and I had to remind myself to stop staring. The shorts he wore were totally far-out, and they definitely showed me more than I think he wanted me to see.

I heard a knock at the door, and I knew it was him. I quickly stood up and noticed I was starting to get excited, so I adjusted and ran to the door. I paused and took a deep breath before opening the door. Could this man before me be Adam? Could he be the same Adam I remember? The man standing before me was more beautiful than David Cassidy or Bert Reynolds.

I realized I wasn’t speaking for what seemed like forever. Adam asked, “Everything OK?” I told him of course and invited him in. He told me I had a groovy place and started taking a look around. I walked over to the record player and threw on “Time in a Bottle.” As we were catching up, I grabbed a small keepsake box of mine, and we sat down at the table.

I opened the box up, and Adam could now see the marijuana that he was clearly smelling. I asked if he wanted to join me, assuming he wouldn’t call the man and rat me out. Instead of answering me, he pulled the box over and began to roll a joint. 

I couldn’t believe how sexy Adam was, and now he was here, sitting in my house. His clothes were so tight they almost looked painted on. He licked the end of the paper and finished rolling the joint. As he licked the paper, I felt the hairs on my neck rise and my heart begin to race.

He passed me the joint and told me he was happy I invited him over, and I replied, so was I. He told me he was hoping I was going to when he noticed me staring at him before. I suddenly turned red and started to say I’m sorry, and he grabbed the joint and asked me if I’ve ever had a “shotgun.” I told him no, and he moved in closer. He took a big inhale and pulled me close as he  placed his lips on mine and slowly blew the smoke into my mouth. Even when I knew all the smoke was in my mouth, he held my face close a second longer than he needed to.

I released the smoke and inquired if I may ask a personal question, and he told me he didn’t mind me dippin’ in his Kool-Aid. I asked if he was into men. And he replied, “Well aren’t you?” I told him, “Well, of course, but I’m also into women.” As he placed his hand on my thigh, he told me, “I don’t see a problem.”

He took a big hit and handed me the joint, then got down on his knees. He turned my chair to face him and slid his hands slowly up my legs. He unbuttoned my pants and pulled them off, along with my underwear. He started to go down on me, and my head flung back. I couldn’t believe how good this felt. Those lips, those lips I never thought I’d be able to enjoy being close to, were now enjoying me.  
He stood up and told me to undress him. I passed him the joint and was more than happy to grant that request. When I finished, he grabbed a few pillows off the couch and made a small pile on the rug. He took one more hit and placed it in the ashtray. He pulled me over to the pillows and asked me to lay over them with my ass in the air.

I kneeled over the pillows, and I heard him spit a few times into his hand and onto my hole. He started off slow and teased only at first. As he entered, I felt a tingling pulsing throughout my body. I’ve never in my life been happier than I was at this moment.

The more he pulled me in, the louder I got. With both of my hands, I grabbed the carpet neck to the pillows and pushed my hips back to give him more to work with. He began to shake as sweat was dripping off his body and onto my back. He gently clawed my back as he thrusted with his full force. With his last couple thrusts, I couldn’t hold back anymore. I had the loudest orgasm I can ever remember having.

He leaned in as he slid out and kissed my back. He rolled onto his back and he pulled me in close. I told Adam I was glad he could come over, and I hoped to see him again.

He just smiled and said, “Groovy.”