This story contains descriptions of graphic sex between males. If that kind of thing does not appeal to you, stop reading now.
This story is pure fiction. If this resembles something that happened to you, it must have been an incredible experience. But it's simply a coincidence.
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The Inheritance Clause - 10
A light rain began to mist over the boys as they stood on the terrace. It was dinner time and the boys had lingered there in silence long enough. They made their way inside. The boys walked into the dining room. Krantz was wearing his butler uniform. The table was set with fine linen, fine china, fine silver, and lit candles. It was the same as the last two nights, but the jovial mood of the house was gone. There was a heaviness in the air. The inquiry that would take place in two days hung over everything.
Dawson and Adam took their usual seats, Adam at the head of the table, Dawson in the seat to his left. Dawson looked at Adam, who had a concerned look on his face. Dawson took a deep breath and exhaled as he reached over and touched Adam's arm.
"C'mon. Let's stop worrying. Whatever is going to happen, is going to happen," Dawson said.
He looked back and forth from Adam to Krantz.
"Krantz, what wine have you paired with the calamari?" Dawson said, trying to lift the mood of the room.
Krantz came over with a bottle.
"I chose a 2009 Sauvignon Blanc. There was a fruitiness that year, which will go well with the spiciness of Niven's recipe," Krantz replied as he poured.
After pouring the wine he put the bottle on chill and went into the kitchen. He came back almost immediately and served the calamari. Then he left the room. Dawson began eating. Adam just sipped his wine. Dawson decided to try something else to lift Adam's mood.
"What do you call a wine hangover?" Dawson asked, nudging Adam's arm as he grinned, "The grape depression..."
Adam begrudgingly smiled.
"Dawson..." he whined at him in frustration, although he couldn't help smiling.
"C'mon..." said Dawson, "Give me one good Riesling why you shouldn't be happy?" he said as he smiled and lifted his glass.
"Ppffww..." Adam couldn't help but guffaw, "That was awful," as a smile crept across his face.
"See, now you know how I felt," Dawson said, "At least I got you to smile. I like your smile."
Dawson beamed at Adam. Adam tried to hold back but he couldn't. He started to smile back at Dawson. Dawson took his hand.
"It's going to be ok," he whispered softly to Adam.
Adam turned and looked at Dawson. He squeezed Dawson's hand.
"It helps knowing we're in this together," Adam said as he started to feel better.
Adam squeezed Dawson's hand again, then they moved their hands apart. Adam took a taste of the calamari.
"Mmm, this is really good," Adam said.
"Wait 'til you taste it with the wine," Dawson said exaggeratingly, mimicking Adam from their first night together.
Adam burst out laughing.
"Did I really sound that silly?" Adam said as he chuckled.
"No... no... you were enthusiastic... and I appreciated it," Dawson said as he placed his hand on Adam's again.
Krantz came into the room and the boys nonchalantly moved their hands apart.
"It's pouring outside. I checked the forecast. The rain is supposed to last into the weekend," said Krantz.
Dawson thought for a second.
"What happens if we get a task tomorrow that's outside?" Dawson asked Krantz.
Krantz didn't respond immediately. Adam jumped in.
"We get wet," Adam said with a straight face.
Dawson turned to look at him. Suddenly, they both burst out laughing. Adam couldn't help but reach out and grab Dawson's arm as they laughed. Krantz smiled to himself and left the room.
The boy's spirits returned. They bantered back and forth as they enjoyed the four-course meal. At some point during the last course, they could hear thunder off in the distance.
As the boys finished, they sipped the last of their wine. Adam suddenly looked at Dawson with a caring face. Dawson noticed.
"What?" Dawson said with some concern.
"Nothing. It's just... Thank you for making me feel better," Adam said.
At that moment, Krantz walked in. He started to clear the last of the dishes. Adam sat back in his chair, holding his wine glass. The thunder was still off in the distance but getting closer.
"Krantz, would you mind bringing our creme liqueurs to the ballroom?" Adam asked.
Without looking up, Krantz responded.
"Absolutely, I was just about to offer to do that," Krantz said.
Dawson looked at Krantz, then Adam.
"Why? What's going on in the ballroom?" Dawson asked Adam.
Krantz grinned to himself as he exited the room. A roll of thunder could be heard coming from beyond the lake.
"You'll have to trust me," Adam said as he put his hand gently on Dawson's arm.
Dawson brought the wine glass up to his lips with his other hand while he looked at Adam with a grin. Both boys smiled. Dawson took the last sip of his wine. Adam finished his wine as well. The boys pushed back from the table.
Adam led Dawson to a closet in the hallway. He grabbed two blankets. He handed one to Dawson. Dawson smiled and looked at him funny. But he didn't say anything. He just went with it.
They came into the ballroom. Adam left the lights off and they used the shadow of light from the hallway to see their way. He led Dawson over to one of the couches. He tossed his blanket onto the couch.
"Grab the other end," Adam said.
Dawson realized now what they were doing. He tossed his blanket onto the couch and got on the other end. They lifted the couch and Adam led them toward the drapes-covered French doors. They put the couch down right in front of the drapes.
"Grab that table?" Adam gestured toward an oval coffee table as he went toward the control panel.
Adam pressed the button to open the drapes. Dawson put the coffee table between the couch and the French doors. Adam came to the couch as the drapes finished opening. Krantz came in with a tray holding their creme liqueurs just as the boys were sitting down, each one taking a couch corner.
"If you don't need anything else, I'm going to finish up and turn in. It's been a long day," Krantz said, "I brought the bottle in case you want more."
Krantz had an almost imperceptible grin as he looked back and forth between the boys. Dawson looked at Krantz skeptically as he placed the tray down on the coffee table. Adam picked up his creme liqueur.
"That's fine. Get some rest, Krantz," Adam said, "See you at breakfast."
Krantz nodded and then made his way across the ballroom. He shut the door when he left. The boys were now in almost total darkness. A dull flash of light emitted from over the lake as lightning passed from cloud to cloud off in the distance.
"One thousand one, one thousand two, one thousand three, one..." Adam whispered.
The boys heard the thunder softly roll over the house.
"Three miles away..." Adam whispered. "My granddad used to sit with me here when storms would roll in over the lake. We watched some amazing lightning storms right here," he kept whispering in keeping with the quietness and the darkness.
Adam took a sip of his creme liqueur and put the glass down on the coffee table. He slipped off his shoes. He then got up and turned so he could snuggle with Dawson. Dawson slipped his shoes off and adjusted so he was leaning into the corner. With Adam sitting between his legs and pressing his back onto Dawson's chest, the boys nestled together. Adam pulled his blanket up to his neck to cover the both of them. Adam found Dawson's left hand under the blanket and they interlaced their fingers. Adam pulled their hands into his chest. The boys reached over and picked up their drinks in their right hands as they sat in silence. They each took a sip.
Suddenly, a flash of lightning lit up the whole lake and the ballroom. Almost immediately, the boom of the thunder hit their ears. They both jolted, almost spilling their drinks.
"Whoa," Adam whispered.
"That was awesome," Dawson whispered.
They both sipped their drinks again and then put them down onto the table. They settled back into the couch. Dawson brought his right arm around Adam. Suddenly, the rain began falling very hard. It was bouncing up off the terrace outside and splashing into the French doors. He couldn't tell, but Adam wondered if it was hail. Dawson leaned down and kissed Adam on the back of his head.
"Boom!!!" a loud clap of thunder sounded and bright lightning flashed, almost at the same time. The brightness lit up everything and the sound was deafening. Dawson could feel Adam's heart racing in his chest. The boys held each other closer.
"Jesus!" Dawson whispered.
Only the sound of the torrential rain was heard for a few minutes. It lulled the boys into a sense of comfort.
"Boom!!! Kkrriiiiicckk!!" the sharp crack of lighting hitting a tree sounded as if it were in the room.
The whole house shook. Everything lit up as the boys saw a bolt of lightning hit a tree on the edge of the lake. They saw and heard the tree split. Half of the tree fell toward the lake. Both boys sat up.
"Holy shit!" Dawson said.
"Whoa!" Adam said and then his mouth hung open in amazement.
They stayed sitting up as they listened to the rain. Another streak of lightning flashed. Almost immediately it was followed by a clap of thunder. The storm was moving over them. The boys settled back into the corner of the couch. They wrapped themselves into each other again as Adam covered them with the blanket. They both reached for their drinks and they both took a sip.
"Thank you for this," Dawson whispered.
"Mmm," Adam responded.
They leaned into the corner of the couch, together, sipping their drinks. They listened to the rain fall. They could see the outside light up occasionally from the lightning and they heard the thunder roll off in the distance. They stayed like that for almost an hour, sipping their drinks, enjoying the feeling of being with each other, quietly listening to the rain and thunder. Finally, Dawson put his almost empty drink on the table.
"Sit up for a sec?" Dawson whispered.
Adam put his glass down on the table. He sat up and scooted forward. Dawson sat up and rolled up his blanket. He stuffed it into the corner. He scooted down and lay on the couch, propping his head against the blanket. Adam turned to face Dawson and he lay down on top of him. Adam nestled into Dawson, bending his elbows and gripping Dawson's shoulders as he turned his head and lay it on Dawson's chest. He began to watch the rain in what little light there was. Dawson kissed Adam on the top of his head and pulled the other blanket up to cover Adam. He began rubbing his back. Adam held onto Dawson as he reveled in Dawson's comforting embrace. They both slowly drifted off to sleep as they listened to the sound of the rain.
Adam's eyes slowly opened. He was lying face down on top of Dawson. His head was turned and his cheek was pressed against Dawson's upper chest. He hadn't moved from when he fell asleep. In the dim light of the dawn, he could see the rain through the windows of the French doors still lightly falling. The lake had a misty fog over it. A large branch of the tree, struck by lightning the night before, was laying halfway in the lake, still mostly connected to the base of the tree. The soft falling rain was the background noise to the gentle beating of Dawson's heart which thumped against Adam's ear. He lay as still as he could so he could enjoy the comfort of Dawson's embrace. Adam closed his eyes and slowly drifted back to sleep.
An hour later, Dawson opened his eyes. He could feel the warmth of Adam's body covering him. Adam's hair gently brushed against his chin as his chest rose and fell with each breath. Dawson lay as still as he could so Adam could continue to sleep. A light rain was still falling. The cloudy light of the morning softly lit the ballroom. He wasn't sure what time it was.
Dawson thought about how quickly and how much he had fallen for Adam. He didn't want to think of a world where Adam wasn't a part of his life. He knew he was in love. He wanted to profess his love to Adam. But with the circumstances they were in - practically forced to be together, the inquiry that would take place the next day, Adam's engagement to Vickie - Dawson felt he needed to suppress the urge to tell Adam how he truly felt. He was happy about being in love, but it was restrained happiness.
Adam stirred. He clung to Dawson tighter. Dawson heard Adam take in a long, slow breath. He exhaled softly and nestled into Dawson. Dawson gently began to caress his hand on Adam's back.
"Morning," Adam croaked and then he cleared his throat.
Dawson felt the echo of Adam's throat-clearing in his chest.
"Morning," Dawson whispered.
He leaned down and kissed the top of Adam's head. Adam grabbed the edges of the blanket covering them. He lifted himself and pulled the blanket up to cover Dawson's head. He moved up. Adam planted a kiss on Dawson's lips. Then another. Dawson brought his hands up Adam's back and gripped the back of his head. They kissed again, this time their lips parted and their tongues gently mingled in their mouths. Adam's erection ground into Dawson's. Both boys had morning wood and they began grinding into each other as they passionately kissed. Eventually, Adam slowed down and stopped kissing Dawson. They stopped grinding into each other. Adam looked into Dawson's eyes in the shrouded light.
"I want to wake up like this every day," Adam said softly.
Dawson pulled Adam's head toward him so their cheeks touched and they embraced.
"Me, too" Dawson whispered in Adam's ear.
They stayed like that for a few minutes, listening to each other breathing as the rain fell outside. Without saying anything, both boys knew they needed to get up. Adam slowly pulled the blanket back and lifted himself off the couch. Dawson sat up. Adam looked around the ballroom. It appeared that neither Niven nor Krantz had been in the ballroom since Krantz left them the night before.
Dawson moved toward the French doors and stretched as he looked at the tree split open by the lightning. Adam took Dawson's crumpled up blanket and snapped it in the air. He bunched it up and tossed it into the corner of the couch. He started to do the same with the other blanket.
"What are you doing?" Dawson whispered.
"I'm making it look like we slept on opposite sides of the couch," Adam said.
Dawson smiled. He came up behind Adam. He wrapped his arms around him just after he tossed his blanket onto the couch. Dawson leaned his head into Adam's.
"Babe, I'm pretty sure Krantz knows about us," Dawson whispered.
Adam stopped moving.
"What?" Adam whispered.
Adam turned to face Dawson.
"What makes you think that?" Adam asked quietly.
"Just a feeling," Dawson whispered as he pulled Adam into his arms.
Adam returned his embrace as he thought about Krantz. Then he tilted his head.
"Did you just call me 'babe'?" Adam said with a slight grin.
"Mmm," hummed Dawson, "let's not make a thing of it."
Adam smiled and pulled Dawson closer. They stayed like that for a couple minutes, quietly listening to the rain.
"C'mon," Dawson finally said as he tapped Adam twice on the back.
The boys separated and crossed the ballroom. They made their way to their rooms. Both boys entered through Dawson's room and went into the bathroom. They headed for their toilets. They both left their toilet doors open as they peed. When they finished, they went to the sinks. They smiled at each other as they washed their hands.
"Do you want to shower first?" Dawson asked quietly.
Adam got a mischievous grin on his face.
"I was thinking we could shower together," Adam said seductively as he came up close to Dawson.
Dawson smiled and took Adam's hands in his.
"As much as I want to, I don't think that's a good idea. We should get through this inquiry, you need to resolve things with Vickie, then we can talk about us," Dawson said with concern on his face.
Adam sighed and looked down.
"No, you're right. It's just..." Adam said.
Dawson stopped him. He put his fingers under Adam's chin and gently pulled his head up. Adam looked at Dawson.
"I know. I feel the same way. But we should wait," Dawson said.
Adam nodded.
"You shower first," Adam said almost immediately.
"Why?" Dawson chuckled as he titled his head and kept looking at Adam.
"How did you put it? I want to ogle your sexy body," Adam said as he grinned and raised his eyebrows.
Adam held out his hands and gestured.
"C'mon... Take those clothes off," Adam said.
Dawson considered where this might lead. His initial instinct was to decline, to draw the line with Adam. But he looked at Adam. He was so adorable, standing there, demanding he undress in front of him. Dawson's sexual desires took over. He couldn't resist the opportunity to strip for his lover, to show off his body for him.
Dawson smiled. He kept eye contact as he slipped off his shoes. He unbuckled his belt and slipped it out from his belt loops. He handed the belt to Adam. Adam took it as he grinned.
Dawson grabbed the bottom of his shirt and began to gyrate as he lifted it slowly up his body. Adam smiled as he watched him. Dawson continued maintaining eye contact and lifted his arms over his head, taking the shirt with him. Still gyrating his hips, he swung the shirt around a couple times and then tossed it to cover Adam's head and face. Adam pulled the shirt down and draped it over his arm as he pursed his lips and looked at Dawson's exposed torso.
Dawson unbuttoned his pants and pulled down the zipper. He continued to gyrate his hips as he slowly dropped his pants. He pushed them down and stepped out of them. He caught his foot on the waist band and flipped them up so he could catch them. He tossed the pants over on top of Adam's head.
Adam laughed as he removed the pants and draped them over his arm. Dawson slipped off his socks and flung them, one at a time, into Adam's face. Both boys were laughing now as Adam caught them and piled them onto his arm with the rest of the clothes.
Dawson put his hands on his hips and thrust himself forward a few times. Adam could see Dawson's boner pressing to escape his boxer briefs.
"Nice..." whispered Adam unintentionally.
Dawson turned so his back was to Adam. He turned his head only and looked back at him. He slowly slid his boxer briefs down, exposing his bare ass cheeks. When most of the skin of his cheeks were visible, Adam couldn't resist. He reached down with his free hand and cupped Dawson's bare cheek.
"Oooh!" Dawson squealed exaggeratedly, "no touching," he jokingly reprimanded Adam as he put up a finger and started wagging it back and forth.
Dawson stepped forward a bit so he was out of Adam's reach. He slid his boxer briefs beyond where they were held up by his body. He spread his leg slightly and they fell to the floor. He flicked them up with his foot and caught them. Keeping his back to Adam, he turned to see where Adam was. He tossed the boxer briefs over his head and they landed on Adam. They hung mostly on his face for a second and then fell as Adam swiped his hand to catch them.
Dawson wiggled his cheeks. The indented dimples, one on each side of Dawson's ass cheeks remained taut, while the loose flesh jiggled. Then with his hands at his side, he turned toward the shower. Adam's eyes widened when he saw Dawson's erection come into view. The shaft was straight and proudly pointing upward. There was a thin vein that traveled randomly up the side of it. Adam saw the foreskin of Dawson's cock still covering his cock head. There was a little flap of extra foreskin sticking out from the end of his rigid shaft. 'Majestic' was the thought that popped into Adam's mind as he watched Dawson's hard 8" cock come into view.
"Wow," Adam whispered softly as he took in the sight.
Dawson reached into the shower and turned on the water. He kept himself facing mostly away from Adam. Dawson's hard cock brushed against the shower door. His ass cheeks flexed their firmness as he moved and his dimples became even deeper. When the water was hot enough, Dawson stepped inside. He turned to face Adam as the water sprayed onto his body. Adam was mesmerized by how hard his cock looked and by the flap of foreskin on the end of Dawson's rigid pole. He stood there and watched the water pour over it. Dawson blew a kiss to Adam and then turned around.
As Adam watched his back, Dawson drew his hand down and out of Adam's sight as it went to his crotch. He leaned with his other hand against the shower wall. Adam watched as it was clear Dawson began to masturbate.
Adam stood there for a moment. He grinned to himself then went into Dawson's room. He lay the pile of Dawson's clothes onto Dawson's bed. He knelt down on the floor at the bed. He pulled the boxer briefs out of the pile and set them aside. He lay Dawson's shirt over his jeans and socks. He quickly unzipped his pants and freed his boner. With his left hand, he grasped Dawson's boxer briefs as he held them on the bed. He fell forward and buried his face in Dawson's shirt. He began slowly stroking his dick with his right hand as he kept inhaling Dawson's musky odor.
"Oh, Dawson," Adam gasped repeatedly as he slowly jerked his cock and replayed images in his mind of Dawson stripping in front of him.
It took no time at all for Adam to reach the brink of orgasm. He flashed images of Dawson's erection in his mind as he slid Dawson's boxer briefs over his cock right before he started to cum. He gripped his cock tightly when it started to erupt.
"Ohhh...ohhh...ohhh...ohhh..." Adam's muffled moans came from his face buried in Dawson's shirt.
When Adam finished, he turned his head and tried to catch his breath. He heard Dawson shut off the water. He lifted his head and knelt up.
"I am definitely gay," Adam whispered with a slight chuckle.
He swiped the last remnants of cum off his cock with the boxer briefs as he pulled them off his dick. He brought them up and held them in the air by the waist. He could clearly see where the cum had collected inside. He gently placed them on top of Dawson's other clothes. He stood up and began to strip. He left his pile of clothes next to Dawson's bed.
He walked, completely naked, into the bathroom. Dawson was drying off. He looked over and saw Adam. His eyes immediately went to Adam's mostly hard cock. Dawson recognized that Adam had just cum as his cock was now deflating. Dawson was impressed with, not only the length, but also how thick the shaft was.
Without saying a word, Adam grinned at Dawson and walked past him. He turned on the shower and stepped in. Dawson chuckled to himself and finished drying off. He grabbed his shoes and stepped into his bedroom.
Dawson paused when he saw the two piles of clothes. As he approached the bed, he got a big smile. He saw the load of cum Adam had left inside his boxer briefs. He laughed and shook his head in amazement. He pulled the belt out of the pile and swiped up his clothes. He tossed them into the laundry bin.
Dawson picked up Adam's pile of clothes and carried them through to Adam's room. He left his belt on one of the couches. He tossed the clothes into Adam's laundry bin and put his shoes on the shoe tree in his closet. As he was returning through the bathroom, he glanced at Adam in the shower. His head was under the spray, washing shampoo out of his hair. Dawson took a mental snapshot of the back of Adam's naked body and continued through to his room.
While Dawson was dressing, he heard Adam turn off the shower. Dawson headed toward the bathroom when he was fully dressed. Adam was drying himself when Dawson came in. He had a smile on his face as he approached Adam. Without saying anything he kept walking toward Adam. When he reached him, he grabbed him and gently pushed him against the glass shower door.
"Daws..." Adam managed to get out before Dawson pressed into him and began kissing him.
Adam didn't resist. His towel fell and he wrapped his arms around Dawson. Adam still had some dampness on his arms and Dawson's shirt started to get wet. Dawson held him against the shower door as he passionately kissed him. Adam could feel the fabric of Dawson's clothes against his naked body as he fully engaged in returning Dawson's kiss. Dawson eventually slowed down and withdrew his lips from Adam. Dawson looked at him as they both breathed heavily.
"What was that for?" Adam said as he gasped for breath.
"To thank you... for the gift you left on my bed," Dawson said and then paused, "You are one sexy mother fucker. I can't wait until things are resolved and we can make love."
Dawson began kissing Adam again. Adam took charge and turned their bodies so he was pressing Dawson against the shower door while they kissed passionately. Adam eventually broke the kiss. They were both breathing heavily.
"Well, I'm ready whenever you are," Adam said.
He took a step back and picked up the towel. He tossed it so it draped over Dawson's head, covering his face. By the time Dawson removed the towel, Adam had slipped into his bedroom. Dawson fell back against the shower door and swiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
"Damn..." was all Dawson said.
He went over to the sink and began brushing his teeth. As he was finishing, Adam joined him, fully dressed, at his sink. Adam began putting toothpaste on his toothbrush. Dawson was rinsing his mouth.
"So, how's your day going so far?" Adam asked Dawson with a smile.
Dawson laughed and water went up his nose.
"Ghhuhhh," Dawson half-choked and tried to keep his mouth over the sink.
Water, saliva, and toothpaste dripped from Dawson's mouth into the sink. The boys laughed as Dawson tried to recover. Dawson just kept laughing as he finally gave up and swiped some water across his lips. Adam began brushing his teeth while he snickered. Dawson swatted Adam's ass cheek gently. Dawson primped his hair while he waited for Adam to finish. When they were both ready, they left through Dawson's room.
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