Adam, Beloved Mentor (1)

by Tim Anders <Timlovesjase@yahoo.com.au>

Adam, Beloved Mentor (1) by Tim Anders

Revised version of 'Back in the Big Smoke' (Sequel to 'Country Life').

I had been accepted into university and, while I didn't much like the idea of returning to the Big Smoke, I was looking forward to making new friends and, hopefully, finding another mate like Steve. I'd been longing for someone to love, ever since he left, and now that I knew all about Dad, I understood how much he must have been missing his mate Joe.

Back in town, I lived at Mum's for a while, but her new partner Tony and I didn't hit it off. He was ok, I guess, and Mum was happy, but I never felt comfortable with him around.

When I was a kid, I used to scrounge around in all those old trunks and boxes in the garage, holding all sorts of bits and pieces Mum and Dad had accumulated in their younger years and then 'retired' but never quite managed to get rid of. I was strictly forbidden to 'mess around in there', maybe because of the old medicine bottles or something, so it was always a bit risky to venture in there. But it didn't stop my 'exploring spirit' and although I was pretty careful, I have to admit I got my backside warmed a few times on subsequent bush trips with Dad.

It had been several months since Dad last took the cane to my bum and maybe it was that 'lack of attention' bringing up old memories that inspired me to poke around once more in the garage. I wondered why they didn't get rid of all that junk and clutter, as nobody seemed to have touched it for years, and then I was glad they hadn't because I made a discovery.

In one of the old trunks I found an old-fashioned feather duster, made of real feathers, stuck to one end of a real cane. I don't know how it got there, because I couldn't remember Mum ever using one of those. Probably an heirloom, definitely 'moulting', but the stick was still in pretty good shape, a bit thicker than the ones Dad had used on me lately, but my little mate sprang to attention immediately as I tentatively bent it and swished it through the air.

I managed to place a few whacks with it on my bum and relished the warm feeling afterwards, longing for somebody to 'do it properly'. Too embarrassed to bring it into the house, I left it there and kept revisiting the garage as often as I could without drawing attention, for a few self-applied whacks.

Since Dad knew I was gay, I felt I should come out to Mum, too. I think it shook her a bit but she said it didn't really matter and I was still her boy. Tony made polite noises, although he seemed awfully uneasy with me. Was he worried I'd make a pass at him? I didn't really give a _d_a_m_n_ what he thought, and neither tried to stop me when I said I'd be moving out. I didn't take the feather duster with me when I finally moved out. How would I explain if they saw me taking it, - and my new place wasn't suited for such games anyway.

Once on my own, I soon realised I had to supplement my very meagre income and started looking for part-time work. Someone suggested I should try as a male model. I knew I was in reasonable shape, but that option had never occurred to me, and I still think I had a bloody cheek, walking into some of the agencies. I was extremely lucky getting my first job modelling skimpy togs for some gay catalogue. after only a few auditions.

There were some real hot spunks there, and my 'little mate' caused me some anxiety during the first shoots, I can tell you. I do have a reasonable bulge to start with, maybe that's why I got the job. The director reckoned they'd probably sell a few extra bathers if the bulge was just a little bit bigger, as long as it wasn't obscene. I don't know if sales 'skyrocketed', but I was sooo embarrassed, at least until I got used to it. Similar jobs followed, mainly extra work in TV soaps and ads, mostly wearing bathers or shorts and an open shirt or none at all. It didn't pay huge amounts, but it was enough to get by.

The best part of all this was, I met Adam, a real hunk, 190 cm, black hair, dark brown eyes, criminally handsome, a bit too hairy legged and chested, but I fell for him all the same. It's probably more accurate to say he took me under his wing, realising I was new and vulnerable and 'needed looking after'. He was 25, seven years older than I, and he had that outgoing, devil-may-care attitude that I lack and therefore so admire in others. I hoped he might be gay, but he gave no indication of that and I wasn't game to risk his friendship. Adam was a real good mate, very caring and radiating a lot of warmth. I just loved being around him.

We worked the weirdest hours, but I enjoyed it, except it didn't leave much time for study. I missed far too many lectures and tutorials, so they hauled me over the coals at the end of first semester and told me I'd be out on my ear unless I pulled my socks up.

When I told Adam I'd have to give up work and apply for assistance, he put both hands on my shoulders, looked at me with those dark brown eyes and, imitating Humphrey Bogart's drawl, said "I'm gonna mish you, kid." I knew nothing about Humphrey Bogart then, but I felt Adam meant what he said. I put my arms around him, wanting him to kiss me, but he didn't. We had a good old hug, which sent my 'little mate' into a frenzy, but Adam didn't seem to notice.

We said we'd keep in touch, but somehow never managed to arrange a meeting because he was always busy at nights, and I was during the day. One day I rang his number, and was very hurt when they said he'd moved. I still had the hots for him but kept thinking it was probably best not to see him again, as he didn't reciprocate my feelings.

Luckily, I enjoyed the course at Uni, which made it easier not to think too much about my love life. I spent a lot of time studying in the library, avoiding to go 'home'. The house I shared was very average, but at least it was cheap and I was the only one with a single room. My male and female flatmates seemed to be playing musical beds but I didn't care, and they never tried to include me in their merry-go-round. Just as well, the guys weren't my type. I wasn't looking for new love, for fear of yet another fiasco. But my countless wanks were always accompanied by fantasies of Adam ravishing me.

One day I came home, and Mandy, one of the girls in the house, stuck her head out of the kitchen, licking her lips suggestively, "you got a visitor."

"Who?"

"Adam Somebody - VERY nice!"

"Where?"

"In there," she pointed to my room, "probably warming your bed."

"Bitch."

"You too."

I stormed to my room. There he was, lying on my bed, well, the bed was about the only comfortable piece of furniture in the room. He jumped up. "Tim, mate, I missed you!"

"Adam!!" We hugged each other, and I suddenly felt so happy, so safe, so - I don't know, I just cried, as I often do when I'm happy.

"Hey, matey, what's up?" He looked at me and then held me very tight. Memories of Dave.

I just clung to him. After all those months of loneliness, I sobbed happily, "I've missed you, you bastard. Gawd, how I've missed you!! What kept you so long?"

"I've been busy, mate, sorry. Been meaning to catch up, but things kept happening. Anyway, here I am - what have YOU been up to, hey?"

I punched him and grinned through my tears, "I've been busy, too, mate. Did you think you're the only one?"

"Don't get cheeky with your elders and betters," and he ruffled my hair. We both laughed, hugged again, pummelled each other, and fell onto the bed.

I fell on my back, Adam half on top of me, gazing down, I pulled his head down, and we kissed - just like that. It was the most natural thing. My little mate was rampant, as Adam found out when his hand went exploring. I reciprocated and found to my delight a huge bulge in his jeans, which I tried to release, but he put his hand over mine, "not yet," he said.

I just wanted to rip his clothes off, and mine, and have my skin next to his. "Why not?"

"Because," he kissed me again, "because I want to snaffle you in style. Not in this dump."

"Excuse me, sir," I mock-protested, "what have you against this fine establishment?"

He kissed me. "I don't like it."

"Neither do I."

Another kiss, "and I don't like that woman out there - "

"Mandy? She made a pass at you?"

Kiss. "Mhmm, that her name?"

"She's a bitch."

"On heat."

I pulled his face down for another kiss, "so am I."

"I know, you randy bastard."

"Listen, you pervert," I sat up, pushing him away, "what's your game, eh? Making innocent young boys come in their pants?"

"Let's go to my place," he said.

"Is that more stylish?" I jeered, "you used to tell me what an awful dump you lived in."

"I've moved. You'll like it."

"Ok, let's go then," and I made a grab for his groin.

Adam pinned down my arms. "If you don't behave, son, I'll have to smack your bottom."

"Dare ya." I didn't think he would.

He turned me over and gave me several almighty smacks. Even though I was fully dressed they hurt, and I was once again dangerously close . . .

"Hey, mate! Remember the neighbours," I shouted, and he stopped.

We took a few deep breaths, tidied ourselves up and then marched nonchalantly down the passage to the front door. Mandy came snooping out of the kitchen. Adam took my hand and said "I'm taking him with me, love, don't wait up." My face turned scarlet.

Adam had graduated from his beat-up old motor bike to a pre-loved Falcon - sheer luxury! - and his new place was a lovely 3-bedroom unit in one of Melbourne's leafy beach suburbs. All this was the result of some better paid jobs, exploiting his magnificent body, including work as a stripper, plus an inheritance from an adoring aunt who decided to make up for Adam's father cutting him out of the family fortune, after he openly announced he was gay.

As we walked into his unit, Adam took me in his arms, "I've been dying to show you all this, mate," and he kissed and squeezed me so hard, it took my breath away.

"Hey, let me go, you brute," I gasped, trying to undo his shirt buttons.

"What if I don't? I can't bear to let go of you. I've been wanting to do this from the first day I clapped eyes on you."

"Well, Why the hell didn't you? I kept hoping you would." And we started pulling each other's clothes off.

"You little bugger," kiss, "should have given me a bloody signal," kiss. "I kept looking, but you acted so 'straight' mhmhm," kiss, "I didn't want to come on too strong," kiss, "and lose you."

"I only did that because YOU didn't give ME any signal either."

And we both laughed and finished what we'd started, till we were completely naked, kissing, holding each other, our turgid 'little' mates kissing down below. It was heaven.

He was so beautiful with that fine fur just about everywhere, I kept running my fingers over it. I don't have much body hair myself and never fancied hairy blokes, but I'd never met anyone so gorgeously fuzzy and _s_e_x_y. Adam loved my smooth skin, kept running his hands and his tongue over it, and then he just lifted me up and carried me to the big bed where we spent the next hour or more, making love as I had never made love before.

There was a moment of potential discord when he produced condoms and I waved him away. "We don't need those," I said, deliriously happy, "I trust you implicitly."

Adam's face darkened, he slapped my backside quite hard. "Don't you ever say that to anyone you don't know inside out. Haven't you heard of safe _s_e_x_, you dickhead?"

I sat up, "of course, I have, you big bully, but I don't believe you would - -"

He put his hand over my mouth, "listen, mate, I love you, and you likely haven't done anything you shouldn't, but how do I know? And you don't know where I've been, either! So -"

"Did you just say you love me?" I interrupted, pulling his face close to mine.

"Course I did! Isn't it obvious?" Kiss. "And don't change the subject."

"What other subject is there?"

"Listen, you," he turned me over and landed a stinging SMACK on my bottom, making me gasp, "as I was saying, till we both have our check-ups, we'll use these, ok?" With that, he dressed my stiff companion and asked me to do the same for him.

I swore I'd never be able to fit that flimsy thing over his huge organ. The first time I'd seen his not so little mate rigid next to mine, I couldn't believe it! And I'd discovered already that mine isn't exactly little, either. We giggled like school kids over the funny ornaments and ridges on the frangers and at my various attempts at trying to roll the thing onto Adam's love rod, till I finally succeeded.

"So what about you?" Adam said, as he pushed me back on the bed and rolled on top of me.

"What about me?"

"Don't you love me, too?"

"Oh Adam, my darling, I love you so much, I could burst."

"Don't do that, you'll make a mess," he laughed, and we kissed hungrily. I couldn't contain myself any more and shot my first load without any further provocation. Adam wasn't far behind. He grumbled something about self-control, but I loved the feeling of total abandon and 'letting fly', and I told him so. "That's all very well," he said, "but you have to learn some control if you want to really enjoy _s_e_x_ to the full."

Being a babe in the woods, I didn't know what he meant. My repertoire only covered the wanks with Dave and Steve, and my cousin Ian. True, I'd been tempted to kiss their little mates, but I never had the nerve to do it. Of course, I'd been dreaming about 'sucking and _f_u_c_k_ing' without really having any idea what it would be like.

When we showered together, Adam smacked my backside a few times, which hurt a bit, but it was a real turn-on. So I provoked him into more, teasing his semi rigid little mate, pulling his foreskin back very hard, grabbing his balls, and he retaliated with more spanks. In the end, we chased each other, still wet, through the flat, ending up in a wrestling match on the floor. Inevitably, he won and draped me over his knee for a spanking that made me realise what strong hands he had.

My 'education' began very gently with Adam asking me to be still and enjoy a demonstration of potential pleasures a mouth can offer to 'little mates'. I watched, in excitement, as he fondled my balls, gently pushed my foreskin back and forth over the head, while flicking his tongue against it, finally leaving it uncovered and caressing that most sensitive part with his lips and tongue, sending me into a frenzy, as my little mate disappeared into his mouth while I stroked his strong shoulders and ran my fingers through his short, wiry, crinkled hair.

Later, my tongue and lips explored his flaccid but still sizable organ, the beautiful balls, the foreskin and what was hidden under it, and I felt so proud when it slowly slipped back and revealed the lovely head and his soft tube began to grow under my ministrations, stiffening to a shaft of impressive dimensions. My main dilemma was that I enjoyed pleasing him in this way but I was also hungry for his kisses. I wanted his mouth next to mine but you can't have both. Still Adam said I was a 'talented pupil with a lot to learn'. And I kept learning . . .

Adam asked if I'd ever had someone inside me. I wanted to be united with him and, not even thinking about the implications of his size, said no, but I'd love to feel him in there. He did a bit of exploring and said this was not a good moment to 'crack a virgin', as we were both too greedy and should wait till we were relaxed enough to do it slowly and gently. "It can hurt a lot," he said, "but it doesn't have to. I want you have happy memories of your first time."

I was disappointed because I would have done anything for him, regardless how much it hurt. It was not till weeks later that I fully appreciated his thoughtfulness.

At the time, to give me a 'taste' of that ultimate union between two loving males, he guided and directed me to enter him. It was exciting, being united with him like that, but I wanted to nuzzle his face and kiss him during the act. Again, you can't have both, at least not without strange contortions. While I did savour our wonderful closeness, my lips were too far from his, and the union seemed incomplete.

Afterwards, we lay there, kissing, gazing, admiring, exploring each other's bodies - I was blissfully happy. We showered and got dressed, and Adam wanted to go out to celebrate in style. But I was just in my jeans, not even my best ones, and a shirt and jumper, and I hadn't brought anything else with me. I would have loved to wear something of his, especially close to my skin, but his clothes were all too big. We ended up in a little Chinese restaurant nearby.

I stayed the night, full of fun and cuddles, and I was deliriously happy. What a wonderfully safe and sheltered feeling, to be snuggled into your lover's strong yet gentle arms, feeling his heartbeat, as you go to sleep, and his scratchy chin (amongst other things) in the morning!

Next morning, we drove back to my place to collect my things, because he wanted me to move in with him, and I didn't need much persuasion. We went early, to sort out the finance before my housemates all went out. They were just crawling out of their various beds as we arrived. We packed up my few belongings, most of my stuff was still at Mum's. Adam handed over a few banknotes, and all was resolved very amicably, except, as we were leaving, Mandy made some snide remark about "bum boy." I ignored it, but Adam turned on her.

"If you were a man, you bitch, I'd take you apart."

"Oh _s_h_i_t_," I thought, "let's not start a fight."

Steve, the bigger one of the guys, came to her defence, "who d'ya call a bitch, ya poofta?"

I'll never forget his face when Adam grabbed the front of his T-shirt with one hand and his boxer-clad groin with the other. "One more word from you prick and I'll turn you into a eunuch." He squeezed hard and shoved him into the nearest armchair. Steve nursed his balls, Brian retreated with Clare to one of the bedrooms, but Mandy was still hurling abuse, as we left, heaven knows why. Maybe she fancied Adam.

She kept yelling obscenities from the front door while we stashed the last couple of bags in the car. Some neighbours came out to see what the racket was all about, it was all very embarrassing. To top it all off, Adam kissed me in full view of everybody and said "let's get out of here." We quickly got into the car and he drove off, tooting his horn like an idiot. I thought 'I shall never be able to show my face here again,' but then, I didn't have to.

Settling into my new surroundings was very easy. Adam bought new furniture and set up a study for me, so I could work undisturbed, it was sheer luxury. Our love life was exciting, but while I lapped up all the attention he was lavishing on me, I wondered at times if Mandy might have been right. Was I really a kept man, a 'bum boy'? We had agreed to share expenses, but Adam refused to let me pay any rent. Probably just to make me feel better, I was sometimes allowed to contribute to shopping bills, but he always paid for restaurant meals, saying he could afford it and I couldn't, which was true.

In spite of my protests, he kept buying me expensive presents, mainly clothes. They always fitted, although he often bought them without me being there. My measurements were in his fingertips, he used to say. And he loved to surprise me and see my excitement over something he had done. I was being thoroughly spoiled.

Every now and then my unease over the whole set-up came to the fore. It didn't feel right, but I was too infatuated with him to seriously consider leaving. I did raise the topic with him one evening, and the discussion heated up, and he was terribly hurt. "Do you think I'm trying to buy your affection, you arsehole?" he yelled. "If I want to buy an arsehole to _f_u_c_k_, I can go down the street! I wouldn't have the sluts living with me. I love you, you bastard, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you, can't you understand that?" And then he did something, I had never seen him do before, he burst into tears with fury.

I put my arms around him, "Adam, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you."

"Well, you did, you creep. Just make sure I'm not around when you do mean it." He was very bitter, and I was quite distressed myself. I hated seeing him so upset.

Still, having got this far, I had to at least say my piece. "Adam, darling, can you please just for a moment let me explain why I feel cheap, bludging on you all the time?" By now, we were on the sitting room floor, where we often sat to talk and listen to music after dinner.

Adam had a temper, his language could get very colourful, but I'd never been afraid of him until then. He hit me in the chest, put his hands around my neck and pushed me down to the floor. There was anger in his eyes, and I truly thought he was going to strangle me. But, like a kangaroo that's caught in your head lights at night, I was paralysed, I didn't even struggle.

The moment I lay flat on the floor, he let go of my throat and just pinned down my shoulders. He was still crying with anger, frustration, hurt and all those emotions of one who's been totally misunderstood by a loved person. I was no longer afraid, just ashamed.

"Bludging?" he shouted, "Who said anything about bludging, you little _s_h_i_t_. Who's been pissing in your ear, eh? Have I ever made you feel you were bludging?'

"No, Adam, you haven't, and nobody else has."

"So what's with you, then? That time of the month, is it?"

"Don't be stupid. Try and put yourself in my shoes."

He lay beside me, half on top of me, on the floor, his face came close to mine, his fingers running through my hair, "Tim, mate, I've been doing that all along, imagining how miserable it is for you to exist on a pittance, studying hard, not to be able to afford decent clothes and stuff, and here I am, your lover and best mate, with plenty of dough and so much love to give you. I just want to love you and share with you what I've got. Everything!! Is that so hard to accept? Please don't make me feel like a sugar daddy."

I was ashamed and my own tears were welling up now. This beautiful man, whom I loved and who loved me, was begging me to accept what he had to offer, and I was playing hard to get!

"Adam, I'm sorry. I love you more than I can say," I pulled his face close and we kissed.

"We share everything and there'll be no more of this nonsense about bludging, ok.?"

"OK," I said through my tears. I never mentioned the subject again but, although I knew he really meant what he said about sharing like a married couple, a lingering doubt remained . . .

Adam often slapped my bum in fun, sometimes even in public. I didn't really mind, it could be quite a turn-on, but sometimes he hit so hard, it really hurt. So, one evening in bed, I told him he didn't know his own strength, and he was quite upset. He confessed he'd always had an urge to tan good looking buns and found mine especially enticing.

I told him they'd been tanned many times in the past, and as I described how Dad used to punish me for my misdeeds, my 'little mate' stirred, and I realised how much I'd missed all that. I pointed out my predicament and asked Adam if he'd carry on the tradition.

"But, you just complained I'm hurting you with my smacks," he said.

"Yes, but this way you'd be punishing me for something, and in that case it's meant to hurt. What you've been doing until now was meant to be fun, but it hurt too much to be just fun."

"There have been occasions when I wanted to give you a hiding," he said, quoting instances of carelessness and my 'study methods'. I conceded I should have been disciplined for those, and after some lengthy discussion, we agreed on certain principles for 'keeping me in line'.

Adam was a strict disciplinarian, but he still liked to slap my bum for fun, only much gentler now after our little talk, and it became a real turn-on. I earned that retaliating could be fun too, and Adam loved it. Sometimes we had regular spanking sessions, slapping each others bare buns till they tingled.

One of my main problems has always been a tendency to act before thinking and to do things without concentrating, which resulted in mishaps, like burning the toast, or more serious mistakes, Adam found many occasions to discipline me, at least twice a week.

I was always punished on the bare bum. Usually he'd grab me, pull my jeans or shorts and briefs down, and hit my backside really hard. He soon decided his hand got too sore and used his belt instead. Every once in a while I had to give him my belt and then pull my own pants down, which made it just that little bit more unpleasant.

If, for some reason, instant punishment wasn't possible, he'd tell me to be ready at a certain time. That meant I had to strip naked and report to him with my own belt. For up to six he'd tell me to just bend down, but if I had to bend over a chair or table or stool, I knew I'd be getting a more severe hiding. We had agreed on 15 as the top at any one time.

Most of our friends knew Adam spanked my bottom when I deserved it, and it didn't worry me because, apart from the odd joke or a throw-away remark from Adam, it was never treated as some big deal. It was just one of our family routines and that's how people treated and accepted it. It could even be a turn-on if we had a visitor and Adam said things like "I think you need your backside warmed again." My little mate always responded to that.

One of the worst thrashings I ever got from him was when I had missed the due date for handing in an important essay, which counted as a major part of the end-of-year result. I had carelessly misread the date and took my time finishing it. When I tried to hand it in, they refused to accept it, and I ended up with a Fail.

Like Dad, Adam was very concerned about my studies, maybe because he had never had the chance himself, and he wanted me to succeed. As a rule, there was no problem, as I did enjoy my course and worked pretty hard. This Fail was all the more upsetting, as it turned my end-of-year result into just a Pass, when I should have got at least a Credit or better.

The day they refused to accept my essay, I came home, knowing I'd be in for a big hiding. Adam wasn't home yet, when I arrived. So I had to wait, which made matters worse. I knew he'd be furious, my stomach was in a knot, and I just wished he'd come home and we'd get it over with, so I could kiss and cuddle him again.

He arrived about half an hour later with Brian and Roger in tow. Brian was an older friend of Adam's from way back, he would have been about 35, and his partner Roger was about my age, 18 or 19 at the most. I had never met them before. Adam often brought friends home for a drink or a meal, and it usually was good fun. This was not a good day for it.

"I'm home, sweetheart," he boomed, as he charged into the room, gathered me in his arms and kissed me passionately. He was in a really happy frame of mind. "This is Brian and Roger."

Normally I would have loved that, but I was too worried, so I didn't respond too well. I only just managed to say hello to our guests.

Adam looked at me. "What's the matter, mate? Bad day at Uni? Not that time of the month, is it?" (one of our bad taste standard jokes, but I didn't feel like laughing).

"Can I speak to you alone for a moment?"

"Sure, let's go for a quickie, I'm randy as hell!" He took my hand and led me to our bedroom, shouting "help yourselves to drinks," over his shoulder to Brian and Roger who were smiling indulgently, before he kicked the door shut and, once inside, started to undress me.

"Adam, please listen. I've got something to tell you, and you're not going to like it."

He began to realise I was serious, but he was still nuzzling my ear. "Come on, then, tell Daddy what you've done, so Daddy can smack your cute little arse."

"Adam, please, this is pretty serious! I buggered up the essay." And then I told him what happened and what effect it was going to have on the end-of-year result, and I could see the clouds gathering.

He still held me very tight, giving me that wonderful secure feeling. I could hear and feel him taking a very deep breath, "you stupid bugger," and he slapped my bottom. I could tell he was forcing himself to stay calm, "I'm going out there now to talk to these guys, because I don't want to hit you in anger, but boy, you've really done it this time."

"I know, Adam, I've earned it."

"In the meantime," he continued, "you'll go to your study, get ready, clear your desk and wait for me with your belt."

"You're not going to do it while they're here, are you?"

"You can bet your sweet arse on that, mate."

"But - "

"You want me to thrash you out there in front of everybody?"

"No!!"

"Then do as you're told, that was the arrangement, wasn't it?"

"Yes."

"Off you go then," and he gave me a hug that made me feel better, in spite of what I knew was coming. "You stupid, stupid bastard," he kept saying.

I knew he wasn't looking forward to what he had to do, either.