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Cards In the Deck - Adam and Ben 7
Adam had the pool table racked by the time I got through cleaning up after dinner. He had chastised me repeatedly for not letting him see the billiards room before now. He was antsy as hell. I asked him if he wanted to invite Quinn over to play with us. He said no, he was going to enjoy this first game. I could tell he had an itch. We hadn't had sex in 2 days because we both just too tired. But this was a quiet Saturday night and he had a good visit with his dad earlier in the day.
I sauntered into the billiards room and Adam waved his hands to the rack.
"Are you ready?" he asked. He was standing, leaning to one side, holding his chosen queue stick like a slick poolster.
"Oh yeah baby. I'm ready. Will this be best two out of three? I mean, I want to give you a chance after all."
"No, I just need one game daddy then I'm going to reap my reward."
"You think that if it gives you comfort," I drawled back. 2 beers with dinner may cost me, I thought.
I waved for him to break. And he did. It was like a scene from Hamlet running someone through with a sword. I chuckled but it was a good break. He was stripes, me solids. . I could tell he wished he could have practiced but I didn't let him touch that table. In fact, that table hadn't been played since the last time Ian and I played during a party we had at Brevard. It was a bit sentimental for me but I was glad I saved it for Adam since he must enjoy the game. I hadn't known that before.
"When did you learn to shoot pool?" I asked.
"Quinn and some guys and I used to go to that old pool hall downtown and play when there was nothing to do. I really liked it and was pretty good. Quinn just got mad when he lost. So competitive, you know."
"So you have some secrets too," I winked at him. It was untold how much we still had to learn about each other but every detail was captivating to me. And to Adam too, it seemed.
Halfway through the game, I was leading by 2 balls. But then he let loose a reign of fury and cleared three more stripes. Then, it was one stripe and one solid. I missed my shot.
"Damn, I was robbed! Shot should have been mine!" I exclaimed.
"Let me finish this off," he responded quietly, grinning and confident. Thonk went the last stripe and then clack, thonk went the 8 ball. I had lost, but not for trying.
"Prize time," he said. He eased over to me as I was leaning against the table. Dropped his stick in the stand. He kissed me deep. His tongue reached into my mouth. His arms wrapped around my waist. I gave way and put mine around him. His lips were wet and soft. I could feel his erection pressing against mine.
"You gonna fuck me?" I asked
"You know it Daddy." He spun me around and hugged me from behind. He unzipped his jeans and let them fall to the floor. He was commando and his cocked lurched out toward me. I started to unzip my pants and he took hold and undid them. He yanked them off with some force just letting me get one leg out at a time.
I turned back to face him, both of us naked and frenzied. Again, we kissed like it would be the last time. I turned his head slightly so that we could lock lips the right way. I took his hard cock in my hand and squeezed, some precum leaked out. I smoothed it around his cock. He went over to the bar and picked up the lube.
"Where did that come from" I asked.
"I planted it, in preparation for this," he laughed out.
"No foreplay?" I asked
"Hell no," he said. "We can get into all that later. Right now, I have one thing on my mind."
He bent me over the table and gently pushed his cock in me. Wow I was feeling tight.
"Damn, it's only been a week since I fucked you. This hole got tight!"
Once he was in, he rested it there just a minute and held on to my pecs.
"Give it to me," I said. "Sink that 8 ball again."
The fuck started. Pushing in and out. Squatting his legs just a bit to aim up and into my ass. I spread my legs and gave him the 90 degree fold. He grabbed my hips and gave me that fuck. First, whole body thrusts, then slowing to hip thrusts. Grunting and groaning the conversation was not intelligible.
"Fuck Adam," did you put that queue stick in me? Where did you get that hard cock?"
"I saved up Daddy. You like it? On my God, I'm about to cum he muttered. He pulled out.
"Shit, thats hot," he said.
I rolled onto my back on the table and lifted my legs.
"Take me," I hissed.
He came back to me and pushed in again, taking my legs over his shoulders. He hit that prostate spot over and over. I know my eyes rolled back. His head was leaning forward as he pushed and pulled. Those fabulous hips went into overdrive and he took me hard.
"Fuuuccckkk," he drawled out in country boy fashion. "Im cumming!" He pulled out and shot a long rope of cum up over me landing a solid stream from my neck down to my cock. I have never seen anything like it.
"Fuck, Im not finished," he squeeked. He pushed back in and gave more fuck strokes and pulled out again and let loose his torrent. He came for some time shooting all over me. I was effectively hosed down. The smell was intoxicating. I took one finger and scooped up a glob and stuck it in my mouth.
"That's hot," he said with some surprise. When he was done, he fell back onto the sofa in a lounge position.
"Oh my God that was amazing. Why is always so amazing with you?" he asked.
I got off the table dripping cum on the floor. Went over to the bar and got a hand towel to wipe myself off. I went back over and laid beside him on the couch.
"Because you love," I said.
"And you love me too, right?"
I kissed him and he took my cock in his hand. Slick with sweat and cum, he stroked me to an incredible orgasm. It shot out over his tummy. He repeated my action and took a swipe with his finger and put it in his mouth.
We could only lay there and pant for a while.
Adam spoke first, "We never talk about sex. We only do it. Why is that?"
"It's always a frenzied moment I think."
"How do you know when its love verses fucking?" he asked in a pondering style.
"A fuck usually benefits the individual," I said. "What he cares about is his experience. I think love is really when the two are in it for each other."
"Do you think we fuck or love more?" he asked.
"You tell me."
"Well, I want you to be happy with me about all the time."
"I hardly recall when you have been self centered when he does it," I remarked.
"I want you to be happy too. Adam, I never want to feel taken for granted. I love every minute whether we are clothed or not."
"Me too," he said. "So even if feels like we are fucking like we just did, we are still making love," and he trailed off a bit.
"Yes, I agree. And let's please keep it that way. I fucking love you so much Adam."
"I love you too, Ben. So what's next?"
"Another game?"
"Yes! Can I have a beer while we play?"
"Yes, get two!" and he left for the kitchen with his jeans on and nothing else.
What a sexy fucker, I thought.
So that was one of the most incredible nights since he came to live with me. It's hard to beat those moments. My next recollection is Thanksgiving. Can't wait to tell you about that. Amazing!