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Cards in the Deck - Adam and Ben 2
So, the doctors have stepped back in. They saved Adam's foot but he won't play football again. That is fine with me as long as he is safe. I'm a little wobbly and am taking a walk around the hospital. It will be a while before I can see him. Phil and Margo are on their way. I wish they wouldn't but I'm glad they are. You know how that goes.
So our tour of the upstairs was to just show Adam something special to me. We walked down the hall and stopped at a door. I told him he was about to enter the "inner sanctum" so to speak. I opened the door to my teen room, perfectly preserved. He walked in and froze. This is one of the things I love about him. He takes in everything without a lot of banter. He looked around at the bed with the tartan bedspread, walked over and felt the old leather sofa. Studied the dark green painted walls. He touched the wood paneling on the far wall lined with books, trophies, and once collected model cars. He touched everything. He touched the closet door and said "Can I?" I said "of course."
He looked in the closet and at some of the old clothes and my school blazer. He closed the door and looked at me. "Incredible," he said. "Amazing really. This was your room. I can't believe I'm standing in here. But it's really beautiful. Where do you stay now?"
I told him to follow me. We walked back into the main part of the house and I showed him into the master bedroom. It is a large room painted in a dark gold, with a king sized bed, another leather sofa, desk, my big screen. He said, "it's kind of like that was you then and this is you now." I walked him back to my old room and asked him if he wanted to be there tonight. He grinned and said, "I sure do!" We got his overnight bag and I settled him into the room and returned to my room.
As I crawled into my bed, I was so turned on. Just watching how he moves, how his body adjusts, his beautiful facial expressions...he may not know how fabulous he is. As I was doing a little reading in this Ann Cleeves novel, I was aware of a knock at my door. I said come on in. Adam strolled into my room wearing a pair of blue boxers and white t-shirt. Ok, so I was hard instantly. I mean right there lol. I asked him what was wrong. He said he couldn't sleep.
"I mean being in that room, in this house, with you, my mind is racing." So is my heart, I thought. I flipped up the corner of the bedspread and told him to slide in. \
"Are you sure?" he asked. I said get in!
He went on by saying, "you know I don't have all this history. I don't come with one of those certificates and stuff. I wondered what I am doing here while I was back there." He shrugged his shoulders at me. I spoke quietly when I told him I needed to understand where I came from, this has shaped me and it is a history but that I am steering my future. I said, "seriously Adam, what is the perception of me out there on the street versus what you have seen and learned about me?" He said, "Oh my God, I totally get it. You are not at all what I would have thought a long time ago. People out there only think you're the bomb. I know it now!" We both laughed a bit. That was cute.
"Well Adam, you're a bomb too. You're smart, funny, strong, and polished. You don't talk like some Alabama redneck even though I love your drawl. I used to have that drawl too but it's faded now. In fact, you're a stud. You are the one they will want to impress, will seek acceptance. Watch what I tell you."
He blushed a little and said, "whatever." Then I got serious, and said, "two things: one, I know your dad is rough on you and that better stop soon. Second, I know you lost your mom early on. Let me tell you I don't feel sorry you, you're not up for the sympathy vote tonight. I regret you have dealt with your fair share but it doesn't drag you down. As I learn more about you, I find you just get more attractive. I'm confident in my decision to bring you into the internship program."
He didn't even hear the last part. "You find me attractive, huh?"
"You already knew that," I said. I gave him a very quick lesson in action vs. progression. I told him I can get in the car and drive a circle around town and return home. "What's the next step?" I asked. He shrugged and said, "go watch tv - an unrelated event." I was very impressed with his analysis. "Correct," I said. "Some actions are a waste of time if you don't use them for progress."
"That night we met at the Tastee Freeze, you followed me to the car rather than just letting me drive away. Result?"
"So we are here in the bed together. Hmmmm," he said grinning.
" I had a vision that night that somehow I would make you mine," I said as I rubbed his chest with one finger.
He responded, "thats funny because I thought the same thing."
That was it. I leaned in to kiss him and he followed through with me. When those puffy red lips parted for me I just wanted to fall in. Our heads turned so the lip lock was perfect. I felt his arm slowly wrap around me. He pushed me onto my back and crawled up onto me. I parted my legs to make room for his frame. His lean muscles pressed against me. That "V" back was so prominent and the joy of feeling those ass globes was excruciating. Then I felt it - his cock, in his boxers, pressing against my ass. He knew it too. He pressed harder. He wanted in.
I broke the kiss and pushed him up slightly, "let me suck it," I whispered.
"Nah," he said. "We can foreplay later. There is something else I want to do right now, if you're ok with it."
"You want to fuck me."
"Yes, and I need to. I really do." I reached over to the bed stand and took some lube into my hand and swiped it over his perfect upturned curved cock. It was so beautiful and the skin was soft but it was stealy hard. I couldn't not have bent it down if I tried. I was leaking.
I lifted my legs cautiously - it had been a long time for me. He entered, and fell back down on me. He kissed, we kissed and he slowly pushed in. I could feel everything, it was electric. He began thrusting his hips and I reached back to feel those muscular globes flexing. That has always turned me on. He went slow for a few, then pushed, then increased the pace. He could only grunt incoherently.
"Fuck me Adam!" I encouraged.
He paused for a moment, "I love you Ben, so much. I'm about to cum in you."
"Go ahead," I said.
He pushed three more times and he yelled out. I felt him pulsing in me. I couldn't move. It was unusual because his orgasm was rather long. Like almost 30 seconds I guess. He later explained his lasts a little bit, longer than he had seen in porn. He laid beside and resumed some deep kissing and took my cock in his hand. It only took a few squeezes for me to unload, a sizable load I might add. Well, I had saved up for a day or two after all.
After we talked a bit, we fell asleep with heads on shoulders and wrapped in each other's arms.
Next day, it was hard to know what to talk about. It was a cool breezy day and we toured the yard and gardens. The pool which was closed up, the patios. I had to ask, "Adam, what is your sexual experience? You were incredible last night, so passionate, but you didn't last long, don't get me wrong, is just fine. But I would like to know."
He stood thoughtfully with his blond hair blowing in the breeze.
"I screwed two girls. I'm not proud of it because I was just going with the flow. I really didn't care about them all. I didn't feel what I felt last night, that's for sure."
"Guys?" I asked.
"Well, promise you won't say anything. Please."
"I promise," I said laughing a bit. "Who would I tell?"
"I get it but it's sensitive if I tell you. I fucked Quinn." He waited for my response.
"What in the hell are you talking about? Are you both gay?"
"No he says he's not but he has fag tendencies you know, waiving his hands for me to understand. You know he loves his showy things. He's still harping on me about you taking him for a ride in the Rolls."
"Yeah," I laughed. "I bet so."
"The problem is he will not want you to drive down a country road to enjoy the engineering of a fine vintage car. He will want you to drive his ass around town for everyone to see."
"It's ok," I told him. "I understand and know the type well. But how did you come to that action? He's a gorgeous thing. Isn't he? That ass!"
"Oh I know! We were drinking and happy and all relaxed when he told me how horny he was. I was pretty drunk but I told him since he was my best friend I would be happy to suck his cock. I was just playing until he pulled it out and it was big and hard. I never tasted anything like it. One thing let to another and I ended up fucking him. Apparently, he has a sensitive spot in his ass. Touch it and he goes crazy. Said the girls never would. He said that my dick in his ass didn't make him feel gay but kissing me did." I was just speechless. He added, "he asked me to do it again but I won't because I might fall in love with him and make it messy."
"Good thinking," I said. "Want to send him my way?" I asked flirtingly. "Fuck no" was his only response.
We kissed, there in the garden, arms in arms, hands on ass, full kissing. I unzipped his jeans and took his hard cock out. He was shaking a bit. I went down on my knees and took him into my mouth. Soft skin, hard cock. I came off him and took a bit of his precum on my finger. As I went back down on him, I eased my finger into between his legs and touched his hole with my slick finger. That got a response. "Ahh, oh my god!" He started fucking my face and allowing me to massage his ass. He didn't last long. He shot and it was a lot. I swallowed a bit and let him finish on my face. His eyes were rolled upward. It was so amazing. Thankfully, Teddy, our again house guy, was away. That was one beautiful scene.
As Adam prepared to go so he could be home when his dad got back, I told him, don't worry about me. Don't get fixated or anxious, nothing to give it away to his dad. I am right here and I'm not going anywhere. He thanked me and kissed me. By the way, if I had my choice," he said, " I would take the Tahoe."
"Good boy," I said. "I already knew that. "Even though I want to ride in that Maserati. That car is a stud!"
"Agreed."
Then he backed up in his little chevy truck and drove down the drive.
"We need to fix this crap with his dad," I thought to myself before heading into the house to do some work.
That was our sexual awakening. I have never been with anyone so much younger but I was with Ian during those days. It's King Jame's fault for creating some ridiculous moral code so that he could rule conscience. Love between the ages can exist. It always has.
Here comes Margo and Phil - I hope they can hold off on the "he's too young for you crap." I already know this but nothing is going to change now that I am his legal guardian and he has already turned 18.
More on that during my next break.