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Cards In the Deck - Adam and Ben 4
So a week went by. I was slammed with work and Adam was slammed with football practice. 2 more important games in the season, one involving a recruiter from Ole Miss coming to watch him play. That's the game he was working hardest for. On Sunday afternoon, we took the Maserati out so that he could drive it around. We wound down some country roads and he was a total stud driving that thing. I could tell by his mannerisms that he was studying every part of the performance. He turned the radio off so he could hear the engine. I directed him to turn on to a dirt road I knew well. It wound down to the most gorgeous pond. Ian and I used to come here. He liked to fish. I liked to watch him fish. We parked and Adam jumped out and sauntered down to the side of the pond and took in the whole scene. The small trees on one side, the plants and flowers along the bank and the country on the other side. He looked at me and said, "this is amazing, Ben. You always show me something new. And that car, it's incredible." He came back over to me and put his arms around me. I grabbed him around the waist. He whispered, "you always have something incredible to show me." I grinned and said "I'm glad you think so. Here is another `something'." I turned around remaining tight in his arms. I pressed my ass against his crotch and felt it grow. He was hard in an instant.
He unzipped my jeans and let them drop. He unbuttoned his and let them drop. He cock pressed forward against my ass. He asked about lube. I took a small bottle out of my jeans pocket and handed it to him. He mounted me over the hood of the car.
"Fuck Ben, this..is...so........awesome!" I partially stood up and he kissed my neck. He was plowing into me with some rigor and grunting and ahhing.
"Adam," I moaned, "you feel so good inside me. I want you to flood my ass." He pushed me down into the 90 degree angle, my face looking down at the hood of the car. He pressed inward and stopped moving.
"I'm cumming Ben. I'm...cuummmiing!" and I felt his load filling me up. He pumped just slightly as his cum pumped into me. I stood back up again and he jerked me until I shot. I did push back a little to avoid shooting on the car. Not cool, sorry.
We were late getting back and I'm afraid it put him on bad terms with his Dad. He texted they had a slight altercation that evening. I knew it was a risk but I cannot help but want to be with him. Not everyone gets time with someone like Adam. Every minute is just...
I only texted briefly with him Monday and Tuesday and didn't hear from him until Wednesday evening. I was working in the office looking at allocation approvals and at about 7 pm, I got the ominous message from him, "its bad" is all that is said.
"Oh shit!" I said to myself. I asked Amy, my admin, where a contract was. She said it's on your desk. "Not a complete one, a blank one!" I snapped. She handed a blank one. I told her with one finger raised that if she did not hear from me in one hour, to call 911 and send them to Adam's house. She had the address. His application was on her desk. I looked back at her and said again, in one hour. I ran down the hall and exited the building in a god fire hurry. Climbed into the Tahoe and left for Adam's house.
When I got there the ruckus coming from inside was outrageous. Yelling and banging. I rang the bell and sucked in my breath. Mr. West answered the door, his face was red, he had some drool on his lip. It was a bit disgusting and set me back a bit.
"I need to see Adam" was all I said.
"The fuck you always showing up here. I don't like it and you need to get the hell out of my yard" he snapped at me.
I cooly responded, "not happening" and I pushed my way by him. He grabbed my arm and I jerked it loose. I went back to the family room to see Adam sitting on the couch with his head resting in his hands on his knees.
Mr West yelled again, "get out of my house you fag! I don't need your shit around here!"
Damn Alabama rednecks - I just love their eloquence!
I looked back at him after taking Adam by the arm and asking to stand up. "That is enough from you, you shameful bastard," I retorted. I dragged Adam along with me back to the front door. He grabbed Adam's other arm and I pushed him away. I stood right where I was and said, "Mr. West, you know Im right when I say what is going on here is wrong. You abusing this boy is going to stop right now. I mean right now!" I waited for a response and he said nothing. "Look at him! Do you seriously have no concept of what you are doing and how special it is to have a son like this? What the hell is wrong with you man? Whatever it is that has made you so mad, it's not him" I said pointing to Adam. "He's coming with me," I snapped.
"I don't think so," he hissed. "Yes he is" I replied and I am going to take further steps to ensure this is not a problem again!" I yelled and left the house with Adam in tow.
Quiet drive home and quiet night; a few tears and a lot of hand holding.
Adam asked me, "are you going to call the police on my dad?" I said I didn't think so right then. I should have, oh I surely should have.
Thursday evening he texted and said things were good with Dad. He apologized for the scene but asked him why he needed me, Ben, to come around like that. Adam tried to tell him that he saw me as a mentor and that I have helped him a lot and would help him especially getting to college. He was playing the selfish card to get his dad's buy in which he thought was working. His dad knew what was going on though. He knew.
Friday, the scene was bad. Bad for everyone. I cannot, in words, establish how fast things changed from a decent day to the second worst of my life.
Before I begin, let me tell you about my safe room. Adam hasn't seen it yet. It used to be a safe my grandfather added to the upstairs. Part of the upstairs foyer has a wall of bookshelves and behind them is the room, attached to the master bedroom behind a wall mirror. Used to be a safe, but Margo had it fitted with security equipment since there were so few of us in the house at any time. You could enter the room from behind the mirror or from a bookshelf that opened. That's all you need to know to understand how my life was saved.
I drove home Friday night from work. The game was away and I would have liked to be there but wanted to keep a low profile from Mr. West. I turned into my drive and waited for the gates to open. There was an unusual guy standing on the side of the road playing with a phone. Not many pedestrians were out here and I was suspicious so after I drove through the gate, I waited for them to close behind so ensuring he did not follow me.
I proceeded to the side drive and stopped the car under the porte cochere - I didn't feel like going to the garages at that minute. I entered into the side of the house and walked into the kitchen. About the time I was turning up a glass of soda, I heard a crash in the dining room. A loud one. It scared me. I ran down the hall into the dining room which faces the front of the house. A damn brick was on the floor with shattered glass all around. Fuck, I thought, that whole frame will have to be replaced and just then I looked up and saw a man standing there wearing a ball cap with a gun pistol pointed right at me. Then, came the second crash, no, it wasn't him shooting, it came from the back hall. Someone had crashed open the door that I had just entered through. I was ducking on the floor and it came to me with certainty - I was under attack. I leapt up and ran through the doors into the foyer. I ran up the stairs and into the safe room.
I gathered my thoughts and breathed. I was safe. Adam was at the game, I hoped. This was Mr. West, that idiot. He had decided this was how he was going to deal with me. Well, all of our lives would certainly be changed now.
I called 911 and the operator answered. I told her my house was being invaded and I needed police. She Clarified the address as 4741 Fox Run Rd and tried to ask some clarifying questions and I snapped, "my name is Benjamin Brevard and this is Brevard Hall! There are 3 men, 2 with guns and one with a baseball bat. I have them on security camera!"
She responded intensely, "Oh my lord." She said, `The sheriff deputies will be there in a minute. Please hang in there Mr. Brevard, we are going to get you out of there honey." I told her I was safe in a panic room and hung up.
One of the men was climbing the stairs. It was partially dark with only two wall sconces on in the foyer. He climbed slowly since he couldn't see and I took a chance. A big chance. With the other two still downstairs, I lunged through the bookcase door and took the man by surprise. One kick and he fell backwards down the stairs. He hit all 17 steps. I know there are that many because I have counted all my life. He was yelling and crying so he wasn't dead but he was hurt badly. One of the men ran to him and asked if he was ok. He screamed up the stairs, "you dumb fucker, you did it now." Rednecks.
He came up the stairs and looked out for me closely. He turned his back to the foyer to look down the stairs at the screaming guy. I did it again, lunged through the door, he turned and saw me and tried to raise his bat but it was too late. I kicked him in his back and he tumbled down. Now, he was airborne partly but he hit then slid. No use repeating his exclamatives. He yelled to the third and warned him to stay away from the stairs. I was hiding up there.
Sirens could be heard in the distance. I spoke on the intercom and said, "pack it in man. You lost this game and the police are on the way. You can drop your weapon and surrender or run. Your choice." He said he could still get me and started searching upstairs for me. The guy at the bottom was yelling, "behind the wall!" but dumb bell couldn't find the door.
Three police cars entered through the gates and sped up the drive. The guy made a run for it. I heard him slip down the backstairs leaving his friends crumpled on the floor. What a mess. I exited the room and sped down the hall to the backstairs and exited through the side door. It was busted too. I met the police in the front. They yelled Freeze until one of them said he's the victim. The sheriff approached me and asked if it was ok. I advised the culprits were in the front door and disabled.
Before we got into the details, I advised him that I was sure this was Jon West's doings and that his son Adam might be in danger. He asked if I was sure. I said, "yes, trust me. He was afraid I was going to report him for beating Adam up all the time and that I had been a witness." He froze, then dialed his counterpart in Colbert County. He said the game was concluded and the bus was leaving. I told him to get Adam at the school because home might be dangerous. He agreed. He looked at me and said, "Ben, I just do not understand how you got involved in all of this. This is a mess." I agreed and said only that I had met Adam and teammates and had interviewed Adam for an internship at Brevard and we had become close, mostly because of his father's issues." I told him Adam was a good boy and didn't deserve any of this. Sheriff said the bad boys don't deserve it either and most of them are bad because of crap like this. He was right.
Around 11, the Sheriff brought Adam to the police station where I was waiting. I told him Adam and I would be staying the night in a hotel in Birmingham. He asked Adam if that was ok and Adam said yes. The sheriff then advised Adam of all that had transpired and that his father had been arrested at their home and would be charged pending the district attorney's review. It was bad. It was very bad.
I promised the sheriff we would be available all day Saturday for statements and questions but neither of our houses were fit to stay in. He approved and we bolted. Left town in a hurry. Adam just sobbed in the car. I nearly cried twice myself. We checked into the hotel with no luggage. Went up to the room and threw ourselves onto the bed. After rehashing the events at Brevard House the conversation focused on changed lives, father's trial, and school. I would have to instigate so many changes. Adam, who was quiet and shaken, asked if we could discuss it tomorrow. I agreed. He took off his clothes and I did mine and we climbed into bed. He leaned forward to kiss me and I pecked him back. He grabbed my lower lip with his and I let him for a minute but stopped him. I was getting turned on but felt this was wrong. "Adam," I whispered, "this has been a traumatic night and it's not the time. It's just not," I repeated. He looked me in the eyes and said he felt really stupid. Before I could interrupt he said, "I have been strutting around thinking I'm hot stuff because I'm a jock, a football player, and I can get into the rich guys pants anytime I want because you let me, I guess. He stuttered a bit but I'm really just a dumb kid. You survived an attack and took down two men by yourself, you stood up to my dad, now you have plucked me out of that town and you're probably going to pluck me out of that school. You are going to take charge of me and I don't know what to say. I mean, what the fuck am I going to do? Basically Ben I love you more than anything and you should have had your time with me. You should have been fucking me from the beginning. Well I want it and now. I want to feel you inside me. I need you to be my daddy tonite. Now!" he emphasized.
"You're not ready," I said. "It will be painful." He disagreed saying he had been practicing because Quinn taught him how to. I got on top of him and started kissing him. I took my hand and tilted his head slightly to the left and locked lips with him the way it's supposed to be done. He raised his legs in the most beautiful spread I have ever seen. His lean thighs wrapped around me. I spat in my hand and swiped it on my cock. I pushed in him just slightly and he moaned. "More," he said. I pushed a little further and held.
My arms were wrapped around him, his hands pushed on my back and he felt down onto my ass. I just held there and didn't move except to kiss him deeply. I started a gentle rocking - this wasn't going to be some porn pounding. He rocked with me and raised his head up and back down.
"Adam," I whispered in his ear, "I love you so much. You feel so amazing, I can't believe you can do this." It really was. His ass was so tight and gripped my cock pulling everything out of me.
"It hurts, Ben," he said, "but just a little. It's getting better. I have never felt anything like this. My body is on fire. My muscles are burning. Please just stay in. Please! His voice intensified as he spoke. He was a manboy getting fucked for the first time and he was beautiful and soft and firm and his face was picturesque. I would never forget this. Ever.
My orgasm was quiet and subtle. I told him I was cumming in him and he gripped me tighter with his legs just letting out quiet moans. I watched as his eyes rolled upwards and he came between us. Quite a bit shot out of his dick and stuck between us. I could smell it. His cum odor was intoxicating. It lingered in my face and in my nose.
"There," I said. "Who's your daddy now?" We both laughed and fell asleep wrapped up in each other.