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Cards in the Deck - Adam and Ben 9
The morning of Thanksgiving was Hangover day. Wow, we had a little party last night. Adam had shifted in the bed and was pressed against me. I put my arm under his neck to put around him and he woke.
"Morning," he said with a raspy voice and a little giggle. "Last night was crazy fun. That's the first time we partied together. Did you have fun?"
"Yeah," I snarked. "So don't you wish you stayed back home?"
"Hell no. This is amazing. I can't wait to see what we are doing next."
He pressed against me harder to get warm. The glass wall brought in a slight chill I noted, especially since the sun had not come up yet. "What do you think of them?"
"Oh my God, they are incredible."
"Joe is a bit smitten with you, you know. He watches your every move."
"I know," said Adam. "I can tell. But, well, I think Joe is a great guy. He's really handsome and big and strong, if I had to go to a game with someone, tailgate, and party with, he would be the one."
"Interesting," I said. "And Erin?"
"I don't know what to say. I don't want you to get jealous."
"Why would I? Are you leaving me for him?"
"No dummy. He's taken."
"Well I'm glad for that," I said laughing.
Adam continued, "You know how you and I are guys, like we do things to each other? Like you're not the boss, like we are both men, you let me fuck you and stuff? Well I like that. A lot! Doesn't make me feel like just a kid. Well Erin is really gorgeous and, um, you know?"
"More effeminate?'
"Yes, exactly. His shiny hair, and his face and body. He's beautiful, not like a guy. I like that too. It turns me on thinking about being with someone like him. Is that bad?"
"So you would like to be the man?" He nodded. "There is nothing wrong with that and no I'm not jealous."
I told him that people would ask him his type and that might include ethnicity, body style, personality, top or bottom, which we had already discussed. To say someone is not your type should not be offensive but sometimes guys might take offense if they were hopeful. I also told him that if that day ever came where he was the man, I would expect him to treat the other guy with utmost respect and never mistreat him because he is smaller or feminine. Be a man no matter what. He nodded in agreement.
"Hopefully, we're going to be men together for a long time," I said.
As his warm body pressed against mine, I told what I liked. My hand on his bare ass. His cock, which was hard mashed against my leg. His breath on my neck. I poked him in the ribs and he giggled. We began kissing. Passionately. Lips on lips, my hand on his cheek and in his hair, which was getting so long. His hand on my cock. Then he leaned up and pushed me down. He took my cock in his mouth. Oh God how I loved that. He had gotten really good at this. He got between my legs and started sucking. I had to be so quiet. Their room was next to our's but their bathroom was in between. He began applying suction and taking me in, increasing pressure. It was so hard he could barely pull my cock straight up. He kept licking and sucking and finally, I came, partly in his mouth. My breathing was heavy. He jumped onto my chest and stroked his cock and gave me a light load on my face. It was hot and aromatic.
Later after my shower, I was in the kitchen with Joe making a light breakfast. Erin came darting out of the room shirtless with just his sweatpants on. Joe froze, then dropped the damn bottle of orange on the floor. Spilled everywhere.
"Adam" I exclaimed. "What are you doing?"
"Looking for something," he said.
"We don't have anything out here to look for silly."
"Oh yeah," he said and sauntered back into the bedroom. He thought a little Joe tease would be fun. Well it was funny I gave him that.
I asked Joe if he was ok. He said he needed a minute. I just laughed and we wiped up the juice.
"That boy is so fine," was all he said.
Erin came out. I asked him again, like last night, what we were doing for food today. There was nothing in the kitchen resembling a Thanksgiving meal. If we were going to some posh place for dinner was fine with me. Modern, and no cleaning up.
He just indicated that it was the surprise of surprises.
He popped a bottle of champagne and made mimosas. Fortunately there was another bottle of juice.
I told Adam to come on out. He needed to learn how to drink a mimosa. This was not a guzzle drink. We cheered and took sips. We moved out to the balcony as the sun was out with a fairly cold breeze.
I told the guys, "I'm thinking of Adam shopping tomorrow up at Lenox."
"For what?" asked Erin.
"Underwear. He's still wearing those boys boxers by Hanes!" I shook my head in disgust. Adam froze on the balcony and gave me the look from Hell.
Erin cracked up. Joe again, picturing what that must look like, was stunned.
I whispered to Adam, you have the stage. I have set you up.
"Some balcony theatre? I like it," he said with a big grin.
He explained, "You know I really prefer the boxers because I need the room. Those tight whites make me feel, well, too packaged. You know what I mean?" And gracefully ran the back of his hand across his crotch.
Now I was stunned. That was an amazing response. Loved how he was developing the humor.
Joe said, "On my God. I can't take it anymore. The images in my mind!" Erin responded that he had an image or two as well. It was all quite flirty and fun.
Erin said, "Thank you for opening the door to tomorrow. I will be taking Adam shopping."
Joe said, "Hey I thought I was taking him to do something!"
"Shut up Joe, you get your chance on Saturday. Remember?"
"Well guys," I said, "don't worry about me. I guess I can just go down to 10th Street and show some leg," I said sarcastically.
Erin told me I was going with Joe tomorrow to see someone. When I asked who he said Stuart. Stuart was one of our dear friends from school, who had been very close to Erin. They were roommates. Stuart was a good looking boy with long straight hair and flashing eyes. Lips to kill for and a booty, well an ass that got straight guys hard. He had a number of propositions from frat boys back then. He wasn't quite as polished but he was loyal to a fault to Erin. I couldn't believe I was hearing the name. Hadn't kept up with him. Erin explained that he was up outside of Alpharetta and was sick. He had been sick for a while. I rather dropped my head in dismay. I didn't know.
"Yall are going to pay him a visit. And, he needs to see you Ben. He's excited to see you both. This is an important one."
I agreed in silence.
I rather presumed this was going to be an HIV story but it wasn't. He had developed early onset Parkinson's. His grandmother had it. It was aggressive and he was struggling. His boyfriend from college, Ben Mulbavaey was staying with him and helping him. They had been close even though they had parted ways years before. For the purpose of this story, I am not going to delve into the visit. The whole story of Joe and Erin in college will be told later once I have concluded this story.
I asked Adam if he was ok with the plan and he said he really was.
Erin asked Adam to help him set the table. They were setting for seven. I inquired who the other three were but Erin gave no response.
About 2 pm, as we lounged on the sofas, Joe trying to get Adam to provide more detail about the problem with tighty whiteys, the doorbell rang. I didn't see Erin ring anyone in. No sooner than Erincould open the door, in walked Nan Branch, the Nan, our Nan. Nan was Erin's nanny when she was young and her real name was Nan. She cooked for the Kincaid's and helped Mrs. Kincaid with nearly everything. Mr. Kincaid could give as much credit to his wife he wanted but it was Nan that kept Erin sorted out. She strolled in like she owned the place, black dress, purse on arm, shopping bag in hand. She was accompanied by two handsome teen boys, 17 or 18 I would guess, pushing a rolling cart with a big turkey and several trays of sides and a pie.
Nan walked over to me as I stood in reverence and she kissed me on the cheek.
"Benjamin Brevard, I would recognize you if you were down the street and around the corner!" she exclaimed. "You are handsome as evah," she said in her southern black drawl.
"Nan, I am speechless. I am so happy to see you. I just do not know how to say it."
"Shhh," she said. "We have all had some tryin' times and the Lord wanted us to be together. Besides," she said in a high pitched voice, "you didn't think this child was going to make you a decent Thanksgiving dinner, did you? And lord knows, I have to cook for somebody. Now, this beautiful boy," pointing a finger in Adam's chest, "must be Adam. Of course he is, he's the newest member of the BBC!" She gave him a good look up and down and gently stroked his cheek.
Adam smiled and asked what the BBC was. "The Billionaire Boys Club!" she exclaimed. "The name I give to this little society." Adam just shook his head not knowing what to make of the situation.
She told the boys to bring her things to the kitchen and set them on the island. She pointed to the boys, "This one is Presley, my grandson. His folks are at some adults retreat thing. And this gorgeous thing is his friend Jon-James. He thinks he's cool so he goes by JJ." Adam loved it. Only a few minutes passed before the three of them were out on the balcony pointing at the sites and chatting it up. I, myself, still so stunned, had to cry. I cried for a couple of minutes.
Nan asked Erin, "Is he drunk?"
"Not yet," said Erin. Joe chuckled. "I think he is moved. I told you he would be."
After asking about Phil and Margo, she set about to work. It was like there hadn't been nearly 25 years since I had seen her. She was whipping us all into shape, move this, set that down, etc.then came the famous, "Now get out of the way! Yall now I need room to work!" We joined the boys on the balcony. Everyone was in great spirits. Nan let the two boys have a half glass of Mimosa, not being as modern thinking as the rest of us.
At the table, set beautifully, elegant, with candles, and silver, and big glasses of red wine, Erin asked if anyone would like to say anything before we started.
Except for the music in the background, it was quiet.
I started up, "everyone, let me tell you that this was a great opportunity for Adam to meet some great people and visit the big city. I thought some time away from home would be exciting for him. However, I am not ashamed to say, nor do I feel selfish in saying, I am sponging this entire experience. Erin and Joe, spending time with you again has refreshed me completely and Nan, you have just about made my soul come alive. I am so grateful to you all." All were nodding and blushing. I added, to add humor to the moment, "I was rather hoping we would be trying Two Urban Licks this afternoon. I hear they have a nice Thanksgiving spread.
"I have heard of that place," said Nan. "Sounds like the lesbian version of Brokeback Mountain to me!" It took some time before we regained our composure. And we ate. The young three were thick into conversation. Nan liked telling Erin stories, a few of which involved me as I was deemed the instigator.
It was an amazing day. We were full and mostly non-cognitive by bed time. Friday would bring new adventures.