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Cards in the Deck - Adam and Ben 8
The days leading up to Thanksgiving were crap. I was working frantically at both jobs and Adam was working on school and feeling very lonely about it. He would have dinner with me but he didn't say much. He slept in my old room which I preferred he didn't but I chose to keep quiet. The mood was fragile.
On Wednesday morning, very early, like 4:30 am, I heard a knock at my door. He came in and walked over to the side of the bed. I lifted the covers so he could slide in. He slid in close and put his arm under me. He tweaked his head so that his hair would be out of his face.
"You ok?" I asked quietly.
"Yeah. I missed you," he responded.
"I let you have your space but I was missing you too." I felt his breath on my neck and it felt so good. His warm body pressed against mine. I turned toward him slightly and felt his leg, moving hand just up into his boxers. It was so intimate.
"The holidays are going to suck. Nothing is the same as it used to be. My dad and I hunted last year on Thanksgiving. It was so fun," he said, almost whispering.
"I know, they have been lonely for me in the past. That's why I am glad to be going to Atlanta today so I can see my friends."
"That bothers me," Adam said. "I'm not sure I should go."
"What do you mean? I asked.
"Those guys are going to laugh at me. They are going to say you picked up some underage country hick whose living off you. I can't handle all that right now. Quinn's mom said we could come to their house for Thanksgiving"
"First let me assure you, my friends are not going to say that about anyone I am with. They know your story and are thrilled to meet you. Second, let me tell you that if they did say that, we would be packed, out, and checked into the nicest hotel in Atlanta for a big fat adventure. Now, that's nice of Quinn's mom but you know I can't do that. No way I could present you and me in a setting like that. Know what I'm saying?"
He smiled, I could see his teeth.
"Erin and Joe are amazing, Adam. They are going to be really good company this weekend."
"If I go over there and they say that, I'm going to pinch your nipple off," he was laughing. Then he pinched my nipple.
"OWWW!" I yelled. He laughed. He crawled up on me and I told him better not do it again. He kissed me on the lips. I kissed him back. His breath became heavy. "I have missed you, Ben," he hissed rubbing his crotch against mine. We were both so hard.
I pulled him down on me and held his head as we kissed and grinded. His boxers peeled off. He was sitting on me pressing his against the head of my dick. He swiped a little lube on me then began pressing harder. His arms were holding him up on each side of me and I felt my dick enter him. He eased down. It had been a week since we fucked. Once he was fully impaled, his head leaned back and his hair fell back. He began grinding on me. We have both agreed that pounding is not good fucking. We like this grind. He lifted himself and fell back down gently getting me up into him. I don't normally cum easily this way but his tightness and the time since last made me very sensitive. He knew without me saying anything that I was cumming inside him. My cock was throbbing and I was breathing heavily. This was so passionate I didn't even yell "Im cumming." Seemed so tasteless at the moment. He stroked his cock until I took it from him. I stroked, knowing he likes it. He kept riding me and he unleashed an enormous load all over me. I was soaked with his hot thick cum, sprayed up to my face down to my abs.
By 7:30 am we were in the Maserati and on our way to Atlanta. He was in a great mood and was actually driving. We could have flown but I really wanted to drive. It would have been his first time flying. Besides, he drove this car like a boss and I was so glad to see him lightened. That fuck this morning could have cured any number of issues. I got horny again just thinking about it.
We pulled into Atlanta later that afternoon and rang Eric to come down to meet us. He lived on the 20th floor of a tall condo building.
I had already told Adam about Erin, his dad owns one of the largest construction companies in the South. Kincaid Construction was an enormous company. He had asked if he was richer than me. I said possibly but his family business was still operational while we were old money. I didn't have comparative data. He thought that was funny.
Erin sauntered out of the building and gave our car keys to the valet. He was in a blue sweater and his blond hair glowed in the sun and blew in the breeze. He approached Adam who put his hand out for a shake.
"No, no," said Erin. This is what we do and he hugged Adam. He hugged him for a few minutes.
Adam breathed with relief. He knew it was going to be ok.
When we entered the condo, Adam went about his structural review. He took in every detail. The white modern furniture, the abstract art, the view. "Incredible," he said as he looked out the window, which was the entire wall. Erin opened the french door and Adam stepped out. He looked down and smiled. "Erin, your place is amazing. I love it." Erin grinned and thanked him.
Then Joe came out. Ah, Joe is Erin's partner. He is the big athletic type, more rugged. He came over to Adam, took a good look at him, and said to me, "Damn, this guy is hot, Ben!"
"Hands off, Joe," Erin said jokingly.
"Oh no," said Joe. "Its hands on time." He hugged Adam tightly. Adam just looked amazed at the attention he was getting.
Erin and Joe reigned in on me and gave me big hugs as well.
Joe took our luggage to the guest room. Adam followed him to see where we were staying.
I heard him exclaim as went in," Aww Hell, this room is awesome!" Erin and I smiled at each other.
Erin whispered to me that Joe was going to be smitten with Adam this week. He loved the fact he was a football player and that he was gorgeous. I raised an eyebrow.
"Drinks?" Erin asked. I said sure. "What about Adam?" he asked. I told him sure, get him a beer. He wasn't driving anywhere. I was having a vodka tonic.
After a few drinks, Erin got dinner prepared. He and Joe worked so efficiently in the kitchen. Adam set the table. I loved that he wanted to contribute.
As we sat to eat, shrimp and grits, with a cajun salad with andouille sausage. I brought up the topic of how Joe and Erin met. I hadn't told this story. It's so much better coming from Joe.
Adam looked up and said, "Oh I want to hear. Is it a good story?"
"Oh yes," Joe said in a low voice.
Joe started it and I will tell it in his voice:
So it was the second week of my sophomore year. I had a nice little apartment my Dad got for me. I had spotted this hot little blond guy walking across campus one day and I could not get him out of my mind. He was so beautiful and that fine little ass! "Oh excuse me, can Adam hear the adult version?" Joe asked, catching himself. "Hell yeah," Adam chimed in. I became a stalker. After I figured out when he would pass the student union, I would find reasons to hang out there. 11 am each day seemed to be the right time.
One day after a week of this, I got his attention and asked him his name. I told him I was Joe and that I was seeing him around campus and wanted to say hi. Erin was a freshman and seemed a bit flattered at the attention.
"No I wasn't," said Erin.
Yes you were. We chatted a bit and he went off. The fact that he looked back as he walked away, told me everything I needed to know. The next day, I asked him if he would like to come around friday evening, the next evening, for some beer and pizza. There was a storm coming and it was going to be a bad weekend. Poured down the rain all day Friday. He said yes so we set it up.
He came over that Friday night and it was pouring rain with terrible wind. I had ordered the pizza and once it came, we settled in and talked the night away.
"He was a gentleman," interrupted Erin. "Cheap pizza, though." Everyone laughed.
We had a great conversation about Erin not getting to be valedictorian of his class because some guy had beaten him by a fraction of a point. The principal had suggested they share the title but the other guy declined.
"He was a real prick," said Erin.
"Didnt you end up punching him in the face after graduation?" Ben asked.
"Yep, right in front of his mother!" Adam burst out laughing. "Didn't they sue you?" asked Adam. I interrupted, "No Adam. That would not have been wise given Erin's father's status.
Right, when I found out who his dad was, I was speechless. I mean, this was big and you wouldn't have known because Erin was so soft spoken and humble.
"I wasn't humble, I just didn't want to scare you," Erin said. That was funny too.
Well, it had gotten late and Erin said he needed to head back. I told him absolutely not. There was no way he was going out in that rain so I suggested he stay over. I invited him to sleep in my bed and that did scare me because I was afraid of being called gay.
Erin chimed in, "I woke up in the night with his arms wrapped around me. I wasn't worried about him being gay. He felt good."
But I woke up and freaked out. I fussed at Erin for seducing me in my sleep. I was embarrassed.
"You flipped your shit, Joe. I got up and got dressed and was about to storm out into the storm. Ah, but then, he stopped me and kissed me. He had confessed his feelings then. I was all in."
"Wow," said Adam. "This is a good story."
Well, the next day, Erin had agreed to go to a party with me that night. The storm had passed and it was cool and breezy. We spent the whole afternoon making out in my apartment. I mean we made out all afternoon.
"Did you," Adam said, but he couldn't finish. "NO!" exclaimed Erin. "Not yet. I was out by then but he was not. I didn't want to rush."
The party was pretty great. We were drinking and dancing and I loved every minute with Erin. He was so much fun and I felt so proud to be with the hottest guy at the party. But at one point, I went to get us a beer and when I came back he was gone. I searched the first floor of the house and couldn't find him. I squeezed up the stairs to the second floor and searched all the rooms. Stormed in on a few private moments too. Still could not find him then i found another set of stairs to a third floor. I went up there and there were three rooms. Didn't find him in the first two and walked up to the third door. Two guys were standing there and said I couldn't go in. I was like, what the fuck. I said I'm going in. One tried to stop me and I pushed him aside. The door was not locked so I busted in.
Now let me tell you I moved lightning fast but I had a full picture of what was going on. Erin was on his knees with his pants down and there was some guy getting ready to fuck him. Erin's eyes were glazed. One strike to the guys face had him back against the wall. The two guys barged in behind me and tried to stop me. I ordered everyone to freeze. Raping my boyfriend was not going to happen on this night. They were silent. I also told them that was Kincaid Construction's only son and all three would be buried under concrete if his father finds out. They all burst out of the room.
I picked up Erin who could barely walk. They had obviously slipped him something earlier.
"I didn't know where I was all of a sudden," Erin said quietly. "Its a great story except this one part. This part makes me angry up to this day."
Adam was silent but gave Erin a strong look. He was very sad at this.
Lets move on, guys. So I carried him down all those stairs and pushed people aside to get Erin outside in the fresh air. I didn't know where to take him so we went to the campus infirmary. They told me this was not their baileywick but that dose seemed small so they kept him on fluids through the night. They called Erin's dad and Erin's dad called me. He was very factual and wanted to know how it happened. I told him as calmly as I could. He told me he would be there at 1 pm and to meet him on College street.
The next morning, Erin was awake and alert. He ate a small breakfast and we laid out in the commons in the sun. It seemed to comfort him. A few minutes before 1 we headed over to College. I kid you not, this big black Mercedes pulled up with a fucking driver and everything. The car might have been 40 years old but looked brand new. The driver got out and opened the door and Mr. Kincaid got out. He took Erin and hugged him so passionately. I nearly cried.
He invited us to get in the car. We talked about how Erin was and he seemed satisfied that Erin was ok. He asked Erin to step out of the car. He wanted to talk to me honestly.
"Were you terrified?" asked Adam.
Are you kidding, I almost threw up in there. He looked at me and said do you know who these boys are? I told him I didn't. He suggested any information I could gather would be helpful to him, in case "Legal" means were appropriate. Oh right, I thought.
Mr. Kincaid was an elegant man. He was wearing probably a $1000 sport coat and looked very european.
"His family were French," Erin said. "He came here and worked in construction until he could start his own crew.
"Its huge, isn't it," asked Adam. "I see those trucks everywhere."
"Yep," said Erin.
So guys, his dad told me that Erin was a good boy. His mother raised him because they had agreed Mr. Kiincaid might turn him into a rebellious brat pushing his standards. He was small as a baby and he was special to her. Mr. Kincaid said she was absolutely right. He didn't get into a stitch of trouble and was really smart and productive. He said the day came when Erin told them he was gay and he was about to launch into his feeling about that when Mrs. Kincaid told him not a word. Not a single word from him. He said he didn't open his mouth for two months but that he had sought out enough guidance from people he trusted to know he could not harm his son with negative thoughts and opinions.
Adam, Mr. Kincaid looked at me and said "Do you love him?" I stuttered and shrugged my shoulders. He glared at me eye to eye, literally, and said "Its a yes/no question. There is no `I don't know'".
Adam asked, "What did you say?"
I told him yes, I did, I do. It was the hardest question I have ever answered. He said in response, he loves you. I asked him how do you know? He said that the entire time we had been sitting in the car, Erin's eyes have not left you. He should be watching me to see what I do here.
I was like, oh my god. This man. He was like an emperor. He took out his wallet and took out $100. He handed me the money and said take my boy out for a nice dinner and make sure he is set up for a successful Monday. I waved my hand and he pushed it into my hand. Also, if you find out anything about these culprits, I want to know. He asked if I understood. I nodded yes. Speaking as little as possible was best. I asked him when this incredible car was made. He told me it was a 1972 Mercedes 600. Suggested I google the make as was truly German technology at its best.
Adam interrupted, "do all you rich guys love antique cars? I mean damn. Ben and his Rolls Royce!"
Erin said, "Hey I do love that car. But, I have a BMW and it's 2 years old," he winked. Adam nodded in approval.
So, Mr Kincaid and Erin took a long walk around the block. His dad had his arm around him and it was such a father son moment.
Adam had a blank look on his face. I think we knew how he felt about that. I tried to move on. I was moved that such a fierce man had such a special place for his son. His gay son.
When they got back, the conversation was concluding. Mr Kincaid said you understand me? Erin nodded, and he took one finger and touched Erin at his heart. The driver opened the door and his dad climbed back in and they drove away.
Adam, I stood there speechless, couldn't move.
Adam said, "I bet so. Pardon my language, but Fuck!" We all giggled.
Erin said, "go ahead and tell him. Tell him the big punch line."
I looked at Erin and asked him why do I feel like I just kissed Don Corleone's ring. We all cracked up.
Ben: Adam looked at me and was so pleased with this story. We were almost done eating and had finished 2 glasses of wine. I suspect Adam was feeling it. I knew I was.
"Wow guys," Adam said, "That was amazing and here you are now. Can we make a movie out of that and make some money?"
Joe said it depended on who would play him. The conversation was light for the rest of the evening. We laughed and joked and were pretty much trashed by the time we turned in.
When Adam and I went to bed, his last words to me were "thank you for bringing me here and I love you." He was passed out right quick. My head hurt. Thanksgiving was the next day.