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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-DJ
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The Inheritance Clause - 32
Somewhere in the middle of the night, Adam woke up. He felt secure and content in the embrace of his lover. He could see the fire had begun to wane. He begrudgingly moved Dawson's hands. He slipped quietly out of Dawson's arms and made sure the throw blanket was still covering him. He went to the wood bin and grabbed two more logs. He very carefully removed the screen so as not to wake Dawson. He put the two logs onto the fire and replaced the screen. He watched the fire begin to grow again.
Adam turned and watched Dawson sleeping. He looked really uncomfortable on the hard floor even though there were blankets and a rug underneath him. Adam slipped into the bedroom and pulled back the bed sheets. He fluffed the pillow so there would be a welcoming space for Dawson to lay.
The shadows of the flames from the fireplace danced on Adam's naked body as he came back into the living room. He crouched down next to Dawson. He gently caressed his cheek.
"Babe, c'mon..." Adam whispered into Dawson's ear as he tugged at his hand.
"Hhhmmm," Dawson whimpered softly in his sleep.
"I need you to come with me..." Adam coaxed him.
"Ok..." Dawson whispered as he blindly lifted his head toward Adam.
Dawson's eyes were still closed as he tried to get up. Adam helped Dawson get to his feet. Still mostly asleep, Dawson kept his eyes closed. Adam guided him to the bedroom and managed to get him into bed. Adam covered Dawson with the bed sheets. Dawson hugged himself while lying on his side and snuggled into the bed.
Adam came back out to the living room. In the dim light from the lamp and the fireplace, Adam cleaned up the remnants of the food, wine, and their lovemaking. He folded the blankets and piled them up with the pillows. He put them on one of the couches. He went to the canvas bag with the notes from Jorge. He removed the object that Krantz had placed in the bag. He went into the kitchen and hid it. He came back into the living room and snuffed the flame from the lamp.
In the soft light from the fireplace, Adam made his way into the bedroom. He slipped under the covers and lay on his side. He pushed his back toward Dawson. He turned his head so he could speak to Dawson.
"Babe, be my big spoon?" Adam said in a half whisper.
Dawson, still asleep, slowly moved closer to Adam. His arm slipped beneath Adam's shoulder as his other arm came over Adam and enveloped him.
"I've got you..." Dawson mouthed, although only breathy sounds came out.
Dawson snuggled himself into Adam, pulling him closer. Adam sighed and gently laid his hands over Dawson's. He drifted off to sleep.
Dawson could hear the faint sound of birds chirping. The cabin was mostly dark. A soft glow came from the fireplace where embers from the fire were still burning. Dawson could feel the warmth of Adam's back pressed into his chest. The sound of Adam's breathing was discernible as Dawson's arm, which was wrapped over Adam's torso, rose each time Adam inhaled. Dawson reminisced about the prior night where the boys made love for the first time. His morning wood began to appear. Dawson repositioned himself so his boner was pressed against Adam's tender butt cheek. Dawson began to gently grind his hardon against Adam. His cock slid a bit until it was lined up and pressing on the outer edges of Adam's ass crack. After a couple minutes, Adam began to stir.
"Mmmm..." Adam hummed, still mostly asleep.
Adam moved slightly, allowing Dawson's cock to grind just a bit further into the crevice of his ass. Dawson's boner was not directly touching Adam's asshole. It was pressing the flesh on the edge of his crevice. Dawson knew Adam was hesitant to be a bottom and he did not want to force anything. But he couldn't help grinding harder because it felt so good. After a few more grinding motions, Dawson felt Adam's breathing change.
"Is it morning?" Adam's voice eventually crackled.
Adam cleared his throat.
"I don't think the sun is up yet..." Dawson said softly.
He moved his hand and began caressing Adam's bicep. Adam took a deep breath.
"Hhhh," Adam sighed on his exhale, "this feels so good..."
"Mmmm" Dawson responded before planting a kiss on Adam's bare shoulder, "Last night was perfect... I'm so happy right now..."
"Mmmm," Adam acknowledged, "Me, too."
Adam could feel Dawson's boner gently grinding into him. He was intrigued by the warm sensation it was giving him. But he was still apprehensive. He forced himself to slowly roll onto his back to avoid the whole situation. Dawson's erection pressed into Adam's side. Dawson slid his hand onto Adam's sheet-covered chest and nestled his head onto Adam's shoulder.
"I want to wake up next to you every day," Dawson said.
"Mmmm, I want that, too," Adam replied.
Dawson paused and then he lifted his head, leaned fully onto his side, and separated his penis from Adam's hip. He left his hand on Adam's chest.
"Um... when did we come to bed?" Dawson asked.
"Heh, heh..." Adam chuckled, "You don't remember? I woke up and put you to bed because you looked so uncomfortable on the floor."
Dawson looked at him quizzically.
"I have no recollection of any of it," Dawson said, "I only remember falling asleep on the floor holding you."
Adam smiled and turned so he could kiss Dawson's cheek. Adam nestled into Dawson as he pulled him into his arms. Adam sighed. Dawson gently rubbed Adam's back. There was quiet for a few moments.
"Hey... Adam... There's something I need to tell you..." Dawson said.
He knew this was going to scuttle any chance of them being intimate in that moment, but he didn't want to keep the news about Krantz from Adam any longer.
"What?" Adam said with concern when he heard the tone of Dawson's voice.
"I wanted to wait for the right moment, but there is no good time to deliver bad news," Dawson said.
Adam moved to sit up.
"What is it?" Adam said as he lifted himself, "Just tell me."
Dawson began to sit up, too. Their naked chests were exposed and the sheet covered their laps.
"It's Krantz... He has cancer... And his prospects for recovery are not good," Dawson said softly as he faced Adam and caressed his bicep.
Adam's face fell. His eyes searched Dawson's for confirmation. He felt himself well up with emotion.
"How do you know?" Adam asked in confusion, "Did he tell you?"
"No, not at first. I noticed some things..." Dawson explained, "Did you realize he messed up and revealed Jorge's name when he was explaining why he kept your grandad's secret?"
Dawson paused for Adam to respond. Adam shook his head slightly as his eyes began to water.
"It seemed odd. Krantz would never slip up like that. And then I saw him in the hallway. He was really winded," Dawson explained, "Like really struggling... so I confronted him about it. That's when he told me. He had cancer before and he beat it. But now it's back... and it's spread to other organs."
Adam's face registered acceptance. But he still looked slightly bewildered as he tried to process what Dawson was telling him.
"Why didn't he tell me?" Adam said with lament.
"You know how he is..." Dawson said, "I don't think he wanted to lose control of his emotions in front of you... He could barely hold himself together when I got him to admit it to me."
Dawson paused to see if Adam was able to understand what he was telling him.
"He asked me to tell you while we were here," Dawson said, "I think he thought it would soften the impact of the news..."
Adam reached for Dawson and leaned his forehead into Dawson's chest. Dawson cradled his head as Adam began to cry softly. Dawson kept leaning down and kissing the top of Adam's head. Adam finally collected himself and pulled his head up to look at Dawson. Adam's eyes were red and watery. Dawson's eyes had watered a bit, too.
"You said his prospects were not good," Adam said, "What does that mean?"
Dawson took a deep breath and sighed.
"The doctors think he won't make it much past the fall," Dawson said with resignation.
"Hhhh," Adam exhaled with sympathy.
"I'm so sorry, babe," Dawson said.
Dawson pulled Adam's head into him again and cradled it as he held him.
"That explains why he was so eager for us to meet Larkin..." Adam mused.
Dawson felt Adam's voice echo against his chest.
"Mmmm," Dawson said as he gently rubbed Adam's back.
The boys held each other in silence for a few minutes. Eventually, Adam took a deep breath, separated from Dawson, and sighed.
"Let's swim some laps" Adam said softly, "It will make us feel better."
"Ok," Dawson agreed.
Adam rolled off the bed and stood up. He stretched his body, arching his back.
"Uuhhgghh," Adam grunted as his muscles got their first stretch of the day.
Adam's flaccid penis and dangling nut sac stuck out as he did. Dawson, however, zeroed in on Adam's backside in profile. He loved Adam's fleshy butt cheeks. Dawson rolled toward Adam and stood up. He gave Adam's butt a playful swat and went into the bathroom. Adam flinched from the smack. He rummaged in the closet and found two large beach towels on the shelf. He also pulled out their sandals.
"Grab the body wash when you come out, babe," Adam said in a loud voice.
"Ok," Dawson's muffled reply came back.
When Dawson was done, he came out with the body wash. The naked boys slipped on their sandals and made their way to the cabin door.
When Adam opened the door, the cool morning air hit them. The sun had not peeked over the horizon yet, but the beginnings of daylight were cast across the lake. The boys both hunched their bodies from the cold as they gingerly made their way to the dock. Adam slipped off his sandals and put the towels on the edge of the dock. Dawson slipped off his sandals and put the body wash next to the towels.
"Ahhh!" Adam winced as his feet tentatively touched the edge of the water, "It's freezing!"
"It's good for ya," Dawson said as he grimaced and barreled forward into the water.
He got to where his thighs were covered and then dove forward. His head went under followed by his naked body.
"Whoo!" Dawson yelped when he surfaced.
His voice echoed off in the distance. He wiped his face and turned to look at Adam as he kept his body under the water. Adam was still cautiously making his way into the lake.
"Babe, will you show me that swim stroke?" Adam called to Dawson.
"Sure," Dawson said as he kept moving himself under the water to stay warm.
Adam finally got to where he could immerse himself. He pulled himself under, keeping his head above water.
"Uuhhgg!" Adam grunted as the cold water enveloped his body, "It's so cold..."
Dawson came toward him.
"Keep moving..." Dawson said, "You'll warm up."
Dawson began to show Adam how to breathe when using the freestyle stroke. He showed Adam to put his head facing down in the water on his exhale, blowing bubbles into the water. And then he showed him how to turn his head to take in a breath. Adam tried it and figured out pretty quickly how to do it.
Dawson then demonstrated the arm movements in the air, and showed Adam when to turn his head to breathe in. It took Adam a couple tries to synchronize the movements, but he figured it out.
"Now, let's try doing the hand movements with our feet planted on the bottom of the lake," Dawson said.
He bent his body forward and began moving his arms and turning his head to simulate the stroke, breathing out when his face was down in the water and inhaling when his head was turned. Adam tried it and was able to get the rhythm down.
"Great..." Dawson said, "When you put your hands into the water, cup them like this."
Dawson showed him how to cup his hands.
"That gives you extra momentum," Dawson explained.
Adam tried the stroke with his hands cupped while standing in the water.
"Great... You're ready to try it for real," Dawson said and then he continued, "Remember..."
"I know..." Adam said, cutting him off, "Go slow..."
Dawson smiled.
"You weren't telling me to go slow last night," Adam remarked with a slight grin.
"I didn't see you complaining," Dawson said with a smile as he moved in.
Adam playfully smacked Dawson on the shoulder as he smiled at him. The boys exchanged a quick peck on the lips.
"I was thinking we could swim between the dock and that tree," Dawson said as he pointed to the tree with the tire swing.
"Ok," Adam said.
Adam was eager to try the new stroke, so he leaned over and kicked off. He started swimming freestyle while Dawson watched him. Adam made it about halfway to the tree when Dawson surmised that Adam was all right. He began to swim, following Adam's path.
The boys swam back and forth between the dock and the tree with the tire swing until they had had enough, which was about 45 minutes of swimming. Adam stopped first, near the dock. He stood up, breathing heavily and turned to watch Dawson swimming toward him. When Dawson reached where Adam was, he stopped. He brought his head above the water but crouched to keep the rest of his body in the lake. He was also breathing heavily.
"That felt great," Adam gasped between deep breaths.
"Hhmm," Dawson replied, "I feel like my endurance is starting to come back."
Adam nodded. He moved toward the dock and grabbed the body wash. He poured a bit into his hand and put the bottle back onto the dock. He started washing his face as he moved to where the water was more shallow. He kept going down his body, washing his arms and armpits. Dawson was watching Adam. He had his back to Dawson and, of course, Dawson was fixated on Adam's butt. The sun had begun to peek over the range and was reflecting off of Adam. Dawson could see some of the dark hair that dusted the sides of Adam's butt cheeks. Adam began soaping his front when Dawson snapped out of his daze. He moved toward the dock and picked up the body wash. He, too, began washing himself.
Adam rinsed himself in the lake water and grabbed his towel off the dock. He made his way to shore while toweling off his upper body. Dawson soon followed, grabbing the other towel and the body wash as he headed to shore. Adam slipped his sandals on while he was wrapping the towel around his waist. He turned and watched Dawson approach him. Dawson was struggling to wrap the towel around his waist while holding the body wash. Adam took the body wash from Dawson so he could finish wrapping his towel. Dawson slipped his sandals on.
"I'll make some coffee," Adam said.
Dawson smiled. They walked toward the cabin. When they got inside, Dawson took the body wash and headed for the bathroom. Adam turned toward the kitchen. While he started the stove, Dawson was in the bathroom trying to figure out what to do with his hair. He finally gave up. He knew he'd be wearing the helmet on the ATV later, which would muss up his hair anyway. Dawson came out and headed for the kitchen. He found Adam crouching down, trying to stoke the fire. Dawson stared at Adam's ass stretching the towel. A devilish grin formed on his face.
Adam finished and stood up. He closed the door to the stove and put the coffee percolator onto the burner.
"Should be about fifteen minutes..." Adam said as he turned around, "Do you want some juice?"
"Nah..." Dawson said, "I'll wait for the coffee."
The boys were both standing, looking at each other, wrapped in their towels, with their hands on their hips. Dawson had a pensive look on his face. He moved in closer to Adam.
"Everything all right?" Adam asked.
Dawson put his hands on Adam's hips and pulled him in. He wrapped his arms around Adam and brought his mouth near Adam's ear.
"Do you trust me?" Dawson asked very softly.
"Of course," Adam replied.
Without saying anything else, Dawson pulled back and took Adam's hand. He guided Adam over to behind the couch. He positioned Adam so he had his back to the couch. He looked into Adam's eyes as he gently tugged to loosen his towel. He let it slip onto the floor. Adam had a curious look on his face.
"Turn around," Dawson said softly.
Adam opened his mouth slightly like he was going to say something. But he didn't speak. He simply stared into Dawson's eyes. He wasn't sure what was happening.
"Do you trust me?" Dawson said again, very softly.
"Yes," Adam said tentatively, with mostly breath.
Adam was intrigued. He could feel his cock begin to harden. The shaft started to fill out. The head began to bob up, pulsing with his heart beat.
"Turn around," Dawson said again.
This time his voice was a bit sterner, like he was ordering him. Dawson put his hands gently on Adam's shoulders and started to turn him. Adam didn't resist. He turned until he was facing the fireplace. He felt his hardening cock brush the back of the couch. Dawson wrapped his arms loosely around Adam, ensnaring Adam's upper arms. He pressed himself against Adam's back as he pulled him closer. Adam could feel the cloth of Dawson's towel on his backside. More importantly, he could feel Dawson's cock. It was pointing down, hardening, trying to point up. It was pressing between Adam's thighs and was prevented by Dawson's towel from slipping between Adam's legs.
"Spread your feet," Dawson whispered into Adam's ear.
Adam was apprehensive but he was also turned on by the uncertainty of what Dawson might do next. Because of this, Adam didn't respond. He didn't speak, nor did he move.
"Trust me, babe..." Dawson whispered tenderly.
Adam was reassured because he knew he could trust Dawson, so he relaxed. Dawson released his hold and rested his hands on Adam's shoulders. Adam moved his left foot to the side and then he spread his legs, planting his right foot further outward. His cock was pulsing with anticipation of what might happen next.
Without speaking, Dawson gently pushed at Adam's shoulders. Adam let him. He began to bend forward. His cock and balls pressed against the fabric on the back of the couch. His pubic hair met with the top of the couch. Adam felt himself going forward. It seemed like this was Adam's last chance to stop whatever was happening. He chose to let it happen. His torso bent forward. He braced himself on the seat of the couch with his hands as he bent over. He felt the weight of his body pressing his abs against the back of the couch. When his torso was almost fully bent over, his face was an inch or so from the couch cushion. He turned his head and lay it down as he forced himself to relax and trust Dawson.
"I love you..." Adam faintly heard Dawson say.
Dawson pulled back and was no longer touching him. It was only for a moment, but it felt like an hour to Adam. He was contemplating what Dawson might do next. The thrill of not knowing had all of Adam's senses working in overdrive. He heard the coffee begin to percolate. Then Adam felt Dawson lightly grazing his fingers over his butt cheeks. Goosebumps spread across his lower body.
The sensitive skin at the base of Adam's butt cheeks, something Dawson had coveted since he first saw it exposed, was right in front of Dawson. Dawson placed his hands on Adam's hips and moved in. He gently kissed the tender flesh.
"Oh," Adam sighed softly as he closed his eyes.
Adam didn't know how to process the pleasure he felt. His toes stretched uncontrollably as his legs lifted slightly, causing his butt to rise. Dawson continued to gently kiss Adam's soft skin, focusing on the tender area below his butt cheeks, at the top of his thighs. Dawson would occasionally glide his goatee over the exposed skin to get a reaction from Adam.
"Ohhhh," Adam continued to sigh with each gentle touch from Dawson.
Adam still had his eyes closed and was clutching the couch cushion while he pressed his cheek into the couch.
It wasn't long before Adam's erection was fully engorged and pushing into the back of the couch. Dawson began to slowly kiss his way over Adam's plump butt cheeks. He held Adam's hips as he brushed the light hairs on Adam's ass with his lips. He kept gently grazing his goatee whiskers across the tender flesh.
"Ohhhh," Adam kept moaning and grinding his hips.
Adam inadvertently bucked his hips causing his cheeks to spread a little bit more. Dawson gripped Adam's cheeks and spread them. His asshole was now exposed to the air. Adam's anxiety began to rise. Dawson started to kiss the hairy crevice.
"Oh, Dawson," Adam moaned as his hard cock flexed between his legs, digging into the back of the couch.
Dawson licked at the hair between Adam's ass crack, moving closer and closer to Adam's hole. Adam's anxiety slowly dissipated as pleasurable feelings took over. When Dawson first made contact with Adam's pink pucker, Adam couldn't help but push his hips back.
"Ohhh," Adam groaned as he grabbed at the couch cushion.
Dawson couldn't hold himself off anymore. He pressed his lips against the folds of Adam's asshole and began poking and licking with his tongue. Adam buried his face in the couch. He pushed his ass back into Dawson's face. Dawson was encouraged and buried his face deeper into Adam's asshole.
"Mmmmohhhh!" Adam's muffled groans came from the couch cushion.
Dawson hung onto Adam's ass as it bucked against him. Dawson gave Adam's hole a sensual tongue lashing, flicking and poking with passion. Dawson rimmed his lover's asshole while Adam's hips kept grinding and pushing back at him. Adam was moaning and groaning in response.
After several minutes, Dawson pulled his mouth off of Adam's hole. He was breathing heavily; his exhales wafting over Adam's ass. Adam was gasping for breath as he turned his head and lay his face to the side again. Dawson looked at Adam's ass crack. The dark hairs that lined the sides of his crack were soaked with Dawson's spit. Adam's slick hole was puckering and unpuckering randomly. He could see Adam was rock hard, his heavy cock rigidly stabbing at the couch.
Dawson squeezed Adam's butt cheeks in both hands. He spread Adam's cheeks as wide as he could and drove his face into Adam's ass again.
"Ahhhh! Dawson!" Adam wailed as he pushed his ass into Dawson's face on instinct.
Dawson attacked Adam's hole like he hadn't eaten a meal in weeks, munching, licking, flicking, and poking his tongue with wild abandon. At random moments, Dawson would roughly scrape his goatee over Adam's asshole.
"Mmmohhhh!" Adam would moan each time, grasping at the couch cushions and flailing his head.
After almost five minutes of his relentless attack, Dawson swept his tongue up Adam's crack with a flourish and pulled his face back. Adam's torso was rising and falling rapidly with his erratic breathing as he tried to recover from the tongue assault his asshole had received.
Dawson tenderly ran his fingers across Adam's butt cheeks. He lowered himself further and grasped at Adam's cock with his hand. It was desperately trying to force itself into the back of the couch. Dawson had to struggle to pull Adam's cock away from the couch. He managed to get his mouth around the tip of Adam's cock. He latched on with his lips. Dawson began flicking his tongue wildly on the most sensitive spot of Adam's cock head.
"Ahhhh!" Adam practically screamed as he couldn't handle the intense sensations.
Dawson formed a fist with one of his hands. He pressed it with moderate force against Adam's taint. Dawson took the thumb of that same hand and began to flick at Adam's slicked up asshole. Adam reacted immediately.
"Uuugghh!!!" Adam grunted from somewhere deep down inside him.
Dawson's constant stimulation of Adam's asshole had put him right on the edge of orgasm. Now, with Dawson pressing on his taint, he was about to cum. He suddenly raised himself up with his arms and tried to push his ass back. Dawson held on to Adam's cock with his mouth. He gripped the couch with his free hand and pressed even harder on Adam's taint, while continuing to tickle the outside of Adam's hole with his thumb.
"Uuugghh!!!" Adam grunted even louder.
Suddenly, Dawson felt Adam cumming. His fist could feel Adam's prostate pulsing rapidly. Adam's cum began to shoot into his mouth. Dawson hung on as Adam grunted and bucked like an animal throughout his orgasm.
"Uuugghh!!!... Uuugghh!!!... Uuugghh!!!... Uuugghh!!!... Uuugghh!!!... Uuugghh!!!... " Adam grunted as his head flailed up and down.
When Adam was spent, his arms collapsed, his torso flopped down, and his head landed on the couch. His arms were loosely flung to the side. His toes came down and he let his abs take all of his weight onto the back of the couch.
Dawson did his best to swallow Adam's load. Some of it dribbled out the sides of his mouth and dripped onto Adam's towel, which was lying on the floor. Dawson removed his hands and slipped off of Adam's cock. He was breathing heavily as he let himself drop onto the floor into a sitting position, leaning against the back of the couch next to Adam.
Adam didn't move. His back was heaving as he tried to catch his breath.
Dawson finally moved. He swiped the remnants of Adam's cum from his lips with his hand. He took the corner of Adam's towel on the floor and wiped his face and hands. Dawson crawled around to the front of the couch. He found Adam flopped over the back of the couch in a heap. Adam's face was turned. His cheek was digging into the couch cushion. Adam looked like he was dazed. Dawson brought his face close to Adam's.
"I love you, babe," Dawson whispered.
"Uogghh" Adam managed to groan as he tried to focus his eyes on Dawson.
"I've wanted to do that for a while," Dawson said.
Dawson waited a few moments until Adam appeared to recover.
"From your reaction, I take it you liked it?" Dawson said playfully as he reached up and began to caress Adam's cheek.
Adam somehow found the strength to push himself forward. His legs came over the back of the couch one at a time so his whole body was now lying on the couch. He got up on his elbows and urgently grabbed the sides of Dawson's face. He pulled him into an intense kissing session. Their tongues flicked back and forth as they made out. Finally, Adam slipped his lips off of Dawson's and looked at him as he held his head.
"I only have one question for you..." Adam said with a very serious demeanor.
Dawson didn't respond. He simply looked at Adam with anticipation.
"When can we do that again?" Adam said and then he broke out into a smile.
Dawson smiled, too.
"Any time you want," Dawson whispered as he leaned forward.
Dawson gave Adam a quick peck on the lips. The boys smiled at each other.
"C'mon," Dawson said, "Coffee's ready."
Adam turned his body so he could get momentum to get up.
"Um, you're gonna need a new towel," Dawson said, "Yours kind of got caught in the crossfire."
The boys both chuckled. Adam reluctantly moved and got up from the couch. Dawson picked up Adam's towel. The boys went into the bedroom and Dawson tossed the soiled towel into the laundry bin. Dawson unwrapped his towel and hung it on a hook on the closet door. The boys got dressed, putting on cargo shorts and T-shirts. Dawson went to the kitchen to pour the coffee. Adam grabbed their sunglasses and followed Dawson. The boys prepared their coffees.
Donning their sunglasses, the boys headed outside in their bare feet. The sun was coming up over the horizon as they stayed on the porch and made their way to the east side of the cabin. Dawson sat on one side of the wicker couch. Adam turned when he sat. Dawson turned slightly as well. Adam leaned into Dawson and put his legs up on the couch. Dawson wrapped one arm around Adam as Adam leaned his back into Dawson's chest. Dawson held his coffee in the other hand, while propping it against the arm of the wicker couch. Adam held his coffee in his lap.
Adam sighed and closed his eyes.
"I can still feel the sensation of your tongue flicking at my hole..." Adam said with satisfaction.
"It will linger for a while," Dawson said with a grin.
"Mmmm," Adam hummed contentedly, "And don't you dare shave your goatee... uuugghhh..." Adam added, sighing with satisfaction.
Dawson chuckled at the last comment. He snuggled closer to Dawson. Dawson began rubbing Adam's arm as he held him. Adam opened his eyes and took a sip of coffee.
"If you give me the green light," Dawson said softly, "We can do more... It will feel even better than my tongue... I can teach you..."
Adam didn't say anything for a few moments. Then he spoke.
"We'll see," Adam said.
"Ok," Dawson replied.
The boys sat quietly for about 15 minutes, sipping their coffees as they watched the sun come up. Adam kept sighing contentedly. Eventually, he spoke.
"I think I saw some muffins in the pantry," Adam said quietly, "Do you want one?"
Dawson chuckled softly.
"Did you really ask me if I wanted one of Niven's muffins?" Dawson replied with a smile.
"Yeah," Adam said as he grinned, "Good point..."
Adam began to get up.
"More coffee?" Adam said.
"I can get it..." Dawson said as he tried to get up, too.
Adam turned and gently pushed Dawson back.
"You stay and relax," Adam said, "I'll get it."
Adam smiled at Dawson and patted him on the shoulder. Without any other words, Adam took Dawson's mug. He started toward the front of the cabin. Dawson could hear Adam humming very softly as he made his way around the corner. Dawson smiled to himself. He was pretty sure Adam's high spirits were a direct result of the rimjob Dawson gave him.
Adam came out a couple minutes later with fresh coffee and two muffins. He gave Dawson his muffin and coffee and sat down next to him. The boys sat contentedly for several minutes nibbling on their muffins and sipping their coffees. Dawson swallowed the last bit of his muffin. He took a small sip of coffee. He leaned into Adam and put his hand on the back of Adam's head. He began twiddling his fingers lightly in Adam's hair.
"I was thinking we could pack a lunch," Dawson said, "That way we can spend as much time as we want out on the ATVs."
"Mmmm," Adam said, "Yeah, I was thinking that. And we should bring some towels if we want to swim, too."
Adam took a sip of his coffee.
"Depending on when we get back, I want to go through the packets. I'm curious what my granddad wanted us to do together," Adam said.
"Mmmm," Dawson said as he took a sip of his coffee.
The boys sat together for a few more minutes.
"You ready?" Dawson finally said with eagerness.
"Yup," Adam said as he began to get up.
The boys made their way into the cabin. They both did the same thing with their sunglasses, folded them, and hooked them on the front of their shirt collars. Adam took Dawson's mug and put it with his mug in the kitchen water basin. The boys went into the bedroom and put on hiking boots. Dawson grabbed a tote bag and threw a couple baseball caps and some towels into it. He brought it out to the living room and put it on the end of the couch. He saw the canvas bag with the notes from Jorge still on the chair. He picked it up and moved it to sit on top of the clause D boxes. He noticed it felt lighter than it was the day before.
Adam brushed his teeth. He passed through the living room and went into the kitchen as Dawson was moving the canvas bag with the notes.
"Do you want anything more than just water to drink?" Adam called out.
"Um..., no, water is fine," Dawson said as he picked up the pile of blankets and pillows Adam had left on the couch the night before.
He brought them into the bedroom and put them on the couch at the foot of the bed. He went back into the living room and grabbed the containers of lube. He put those in the side table next to the bed. He went into the bathroom and brushed his teeth. When Dawson joined Adam in the kitchen, he had just finished making sandwiches.
"I grabbed some granola bars and a couple bananas," Adam said as he was wrapping the sandwiches.
Dawson looked at the small cooler Adam had packed.
"Grapes..." Dawson said as he put a bunch of grapes into a plastic bag.
He added it to the cooler. Adam added the sandwiches to the cooler.
"All set?" Dawson asked.
"Yup," Adam replied as he picked up the cooler.
Dawson picked up the tote bag and then they headed toward the door.
"Oh, wait..." Adam said, "Let me find the binoculars."
Adam put down the cooler and went over to the cabinet. He opened the drawer at the bottom. He pulled out the binoculars and shut the drawer. He came back to where Dawson was waiting. Dawson opened the tote bag and Adam dropped the binoculars into it.
The boys went out around back near the shed where the ATVs were sitting. The boys stowed the tote bag and cooler in the ATV's cargo bins.
"You lead?" Dawson said.
"You just want to check out my ass..." Adam said playfully.
"Of course, I do," Dawson said with an enthusiastically big smile, "Have you seen it? It's awesome!"
Adam chuckled. He came over to Dawson and put his hands on Dawson's shoulders.
"You are not wrong," Adam said then he kissed Dawson's cheek.
Adam turned his body and looked back seductively at Dawson. He stuck his ass out toward him.
"Thwack!" Dawson swatted Adam's butt.
"Eee!" Adam squealed and then they both laughed.
The boys grabbed their helmets and put them on as they mounted their ATVs. Adam started out and looked back to make sure Dawson was following him. The ground was relatively flat from the cabin to the hill, so the boys opened up their engines and raced away.
Dawson was whooping and hollering as they sped across the open land. Adam was smiling, occasionally glancing over at Dawson. When they reached the base of the hill, they slowed down. They made their way around the eastern side of the hill, on the lake side. After going through some of the brush that covered the area, Adam signaled for Dawson to follow him. There were the remnants of a trail that Adam headed for. It took the boys up the hillside. The path wasn't steep, so it wasn't hard for them to navigate. Eventually, they emerged near the top. They found themselves at the summit, on a relatively flat surface about an acre in size. Adam brought his ATV around to face the south and he stopped. Dawson pulled up next to him. Adam shut off his engine and took off his helmet. Dawson copied him.
"I love these things!" Dawson enthused, "That was so much fun."
Adam smiled at Dawson. He stepped off his ATV and put his helmet on the seat. He turned toward Dawson, still on his vehicle. He reached out and slid his arms up over his shoulders and around his neck. He moved in and kissed Dawson passionately. Dawson embraced him with his free arm as he got into the make out session, too. Adam separated their lips and was still holding Dawson.
"What was that for?" Dawson chuckled and kept grinning.
"I don't know..." Adam said, "I just love watching you enjoy yourself."
Adam noticed that the top of Dawson's hair was all scattered from the helmet. He began to pick at it to straighten it out.
"What? Is my hair messed up?" Dawson said with a little bit of concern.
"No," Adam lied, "You're gorgeous."
Adam turned to his ATV and opened the cargo bin. He reached in and grabbed the cooler. He handed it to Dawson. He opened Dawson's cargo bin and retrieved the baseball caps and binoculars. He turned back toward Dawson.
"C'mon," Adam said.
Dawson got off his ATV. He held the cooler as he put his helmet down and followed Adam. Adam brought him to a boulder about twenty feet wide and thirty feet high. He handed Dawson one of the hats and the boys put them on. Adam hooked the strap from the binoculars around his neck. They started climbing. Dawson got on top of the boulder first. He set the cooler on top of the boulder and then reached down to pull Adam up the last few feet.
There was a notch that ran across the boulder where the rock had split and a chunk had fallen off. It was almost like a bench. Adam hopped down to the ledge and sat on the upper part. Dawson joined him. They both put on their sunglasses because they were facing mostly east and the sun was in front of them. A light breeze cooled them as they sat and looked.
"Holy cow..." Dawson exhaled and then scanned the view, "This is amazing..."
There was wonder in Dawson's eyes as he surveyed the landscape. He could see the cabin in the distance off to the left. In front of him was the expanse of the lake. Directly across from them, on the other side of the lake, he could barely make out the fence line they had rebuilt on the border of the Santos property. And to the right, off in the distance, he could see part of the house. It was partially blocked from view by some trees. Dawson felt small as he looked out at the panorama before him. But he also felt majestic, sitting high up, able to see it all.
"I can't remember the last time I was up here," Adam said softly, "Granddad used to take me here sometimes..."
Adam paused deep in thought.
"One time, we came up here and we started to see a rainstorm coming in over there," Adam continued as he pointed off into the distance, "We watched the wall of rain sweep across as the storm moved toward us. In about fifteen minutes it had reached us and we got soaked. We laughed and laughed. It was so much fun..."
Adam looked off into the distance as he remembered the time he spent with his granddad.
"I wonder if your granddad and Jorge ever came up here..." Dawson mused.
"Hmmm," Adam uttered as he thought about it.
Dawson was taking in everything he could see. Dawson slipped his hand onto Adam's thigh. Adam grasped his hand and left it there. With his other hand, Adam removed the binoculars from around his neck. Without a word, he held them in front of Dawson.
Dawson took the binoculars and removed his sun glasses. He began scanning the landscape, adjusting the lenses as he did. He kept sighing and gasping quietly with every detail he saw. He stopped and zeroed in on something.
"Look," Dawson said.
He held the binoculars out to Adam and pointed across the lake. Adam removed his sun glasses and looked through the binoculars.
"Elvis..." Adam whispered with emotion.
Dawson put his hand back on Adam's thigh. He squeezed it gently. Adam could see Elvis and the other horses outside at the Santos farm. Adam handed the binoculars to Dawson. He reached into his pocket for his phone.
"If Elvis is home tomorrow, can we go see him?" Adam asked as he pulled out his phone.
"Of course," Dawson said.
Dawson looked through the binoculars at Elvis and the other horses again. Adam turned his phone on and it beeped and dinged with messages and emails.
"We're probably going to need to hire someone just to deal with our email..." Adam mused.
"Mmm..." Dawson responded.
Dawson was only half listening. He was mostly focused on what he could see in the binoculars. Adam texted Margherita. He then held his phone on his lap. He put his sunglasses back on and turned his body. He leaned his back into Dawson. Dawson put the binoculars down and put his sunglasses on. He turned his body to let Adam lean on his chest. He wrapped his arm around Adam's front, like they were sitting earlier when they watched the sun come up. Their hands found each other and they interlaced them, resting on Adam's chest. Dawson pulled a water bottle out of the cooler and took a sip. He handed the bottle to Adam. He took a sip and then held the bottle.
The boys sat there in the quietness of their perch for quite some time, looking at the expanse in front of them, reveling in each other's company. They randomly passed the water bottle back and forth. At one point, Dawson grabbed a granola bar from the cooler. The boys shared it without speaking. They simply relaxed and enjoyed each other's company as they took in the views. Occasionally, Dawson would lean forward and kiss the back of Adam's head. And the boys kept slowly rubbing their intertwined fingers against each other. Finally, Dawson broke the silence.
"I love this place," Dawson said quietly, "I want to come back here as often as we can."
"Mmmm," Adam acknowledged, "Absolutely..."
Adam's phone vibrated. He lifted it to look at the message.
"Margherita says Elvis will be there tomorrow morning. He's leaving early afternoon to travel to a show," Adam said.
"Perfect," Dawson said as he squeezed Adam's hand, "We can head over in the morning."
Adam texted Margherita to thank her and then turned his phone off.
"C'mon," Adam said as he started to lean forward, "I want to show you another cool spot."
The boys stood up. Adam put his phone away and hung the binoculars around his neck. Dawson collected the water bottle and granola bar wrapper and put them in the cooler. They climbed down and made their way to the ATVs. The boys secured their hats and the binoculars in the cargo bin. Dawson stowed the cooler. They both slipped their sunglasses onto the front of their shirts again. They put on their helmets and Adam took off first with Dawson right behind him. Adam led him down the same trail for about a minute or so and then he took a different path. They drove down the hill and then reached open land again.
"Yee-hah!" Adam yelped as he opened up his ATV and sped forward, heading in a northeast direction.
Dawson smiled and sped after him. They raced each other for a few minutes, side by side, neither one getting the advantage. They approached a lush area of growth. Adam slowed down so Dawson did, too. When they got to the edge of the trees, Adam slowed to a stop. Dawson came up next to him. They stopped their ATVs, removed their helmets, and got off. Adam opened the cargo bin of his ATV and pulled out the towels.
"Grab the cooler," was all Adam said.
Dawson opened his cargo bin and took the cooler. Adam led them through the trees. They walked for a few minutes until Dawson could hear a dull roaring sound. As they got closer, he realized it was the sound of rushing water. They came out from the trees onto a flat section of land abutting a river.
The river was about thirty feet wide. To the left of where they were standing was a narrow metal bridge that looked like a catwalk you'd see above a stage in a theater. It spanned across the river. Dawson's mouth was open and he was looking at how beautiful the opposite shore of the river looked. Dawson could tell whatever was making the rushing water sound was further down the river, beyond the bridge.
"C'mon," Adam said as he tugged at Dawson's shirt.
"Is this where the property ends?" Dawson asked as he started to follow Adam.
"Not quite," Adam said, "If you go beyond the woods on the other side of the river and then another acre or so, that's where the property ends.
Adam led them to the bridge and began to cross. Dawson was looking all around.
"Weren't you afraid as a kid to cross this bridge because of the water?" Dawson asked.
"No," Adam said continuing to cross, "It's pretty sturdy. And the sides are high enough. If there was a chance I might fall in, there's no way I'd come near here."
When they reached the other side of the bridge, Adam turned left to go further down the river. There was a bit more open space between the woods and the water on that side of the river. They went further down the river for maybe 100 yards. Dawson could definitely hear the rushing water, now. They came to some huge boulders on the shore. Adam led them around them. When they got to the other side, they found themselves at the top of a waterfall.
"Wow," Dawson whispered when he saw how beautiful the area was.
"I know," Adam acknowledged, "It's amazing, isn't it?"
The boys were at the top of a number of boulders that sloped down the bank of the river. The top of the waterfall was right in front of them maybe 15 feet away. The water rushed over the top and dropped about 30 feet to a pool down below.
It took the boys a few minutes to climb down the boulders and reach the shore at the bottom of the waterfall. Dawson noticed Adam looked more eager than he expected.
"I thought you said you'd been here before..." Dawson said, "You're reacting like you've never seen this place."
Adam put the cooler down and sat on a rock. He began untying his hiking boots.
"Well, in a way, I haven't been here before. Not to swim, I mean. Every other time I've been here, I've stayed on the rocks, watching the Santos kids play in the water, too scared to go in," Adam explained.
Dawson now realized why Adam was excited.
"So, it's my first time," Adam said, "going in the water..."
Adam had untied his boots. He slipped them off while he tugged at his shirt to remove it. Dawson smiled and began removing his clothes. Adam had a head start, so he was naked first.
The banks of the river were in the shade. Some of the boulders and most of the river were in the sun. Adam waded through the cool part of the water until he was in the sun. The water came up to his mid-thighs. He closed his eyes, spread his arms, and tilted his head back. He let himself fall back, splashing into the river. When he surfaced, he wiped his face and smiled at Dawson.
Dawson was standing, watching Adam, with only his cargo shorts left to remove. He unzipped them and pulled them down with his boxer briefs. He tossed them to the side. Dawson's flaccid cock flopped around as he excitedly ran toward the river. He took a couple steps into the water and then threw himself forward, splashing everywhere as he belly flopped into the river.
Adam laughed at Dawson and began splashing him when he surfaced. Dawson splashed back as they both laughed. When Dawson was close enough, Adam reached out and the boys began to wrestle. They chuckled and laughed as they each tried to get the upper hand. The boys enjoyed themselves as their naked, wet bodies jostled for dominance.
At one point, Dawson had Adam wrapped up, holding him from behind. His crotch was pressing against the crevice of Adam's backside. While Adam struggled to get free, Dawson's junk kept grinding into him. Adam began to zero in on the feeling. He liked it. The moment was fleeting, though, as Adam finally broke free and the boys grappled in the water again.
They ended up near the spot where the water was pouring down. They were getting splashed by the waterfall as they continued to tussle in the water.
When they both had finally had enough, they separated. They were just barely able to stand in the water. Dawson stuck his hand under the water flow and immediately pulled it back because the flow was so rough. The boys were a few feet apart, looking at each other, smiling, breathing heavily.
"I love you, Adam," Dawson said breathily between inhales, "I feel so good right now."
Adam tilted his head and smiled.
"Me too," Adam said, "I keep feeling like another shoe is going to drop. But then I think about it... We've had our fair share of shoes dropped on us already."
"Mmmm... yeah..." Dawson said, and then he suddenly added, "Hey, shoes..."
"Jorge's shoes?" Adam asked, not sure what Dawson was talking about.
"Yeah, remember we couldn't figure out why someone would leave their shoes somewhere? Now we know why Jorge left his shoes at your granddad's. They must not have noticed the shoes when they moved Jorge after he died," Dawson said.
"Oh, yeah..." Adam replied as he thought about it, "My granddad must have had to relive that whole experience all over again when he found the shoes later."
Dawson moved toward Adam and they embraced. They didn't say anything. In all their excitement about discovering Dawson's true heritage, they hadn't considered what it must have been like for Adam's granddad the night Jorge died. They were both doing that now as they quietly held each other. Dawson eventually pulled back and took Adam's hand. He started leading him toward the river bank.
"Wanna jump off that boulder?" Dawson asked as he pointed halfway up the side of the embankment, "As long as we don't dive we should be ok."
The boulder Dawson pointed to jutted out over the water with about a 15-foot drop to the river.
Adam started chuckling.
"What?" Dawson asked as he kept moving toward the rock face.
"Mateo was obsessed with jumping off that boulder," Adam explained, "That's all he'd do the whole time he was here."
Dawson smiled to himself.
"You go," Adam said, "I'll watch."
Dawson didn't want to push Adam's comfort level in the water so he didn't say anything. Dawson began climbing while Adam stood where he could keep his head above water.
"Don't dive, Dawson," Adam said with concern, "Feet first..."
Dawson gave Adam's a thumbs up sign as he climbed up. When Dawson reached the jutting rock, he waved to Adam.
"Ready?" Dawson called down.
"Be careful," Adam said.
"Wahoo!" Dawson yelled as he flung himself off the rock.
He splayed his arms and legs as he sailed down toward the river. Right before he hit the water he pulled in his limbs and made a cannonball splash. Water flew up from where he hit the water and it splashed all over Adam. When he surfaced, he had a big smile on his face.
"That was fun!" Dawson said, "I'm going again..."
"I'm gonna try," Adam said with determination.
Dawson looked at him and smiled. The boys climbed the rocks together. When they got to the jutting rock, Dawson put his hand on Adam's shoulder.
"You good?" Dawson said.
"Yeah," Adam replied with confidence.
Without giving himself a chance to back out, he jumped. Adam pinched his nose as he kept himself upright. He hit the water and submerged. When he came up, he wiped his face.
"You alright?" Dawson called down.
"That was awesome!" Adam yelled as he swam to the side and watched Dawson jump again.
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The Inheritance Clause - 32
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