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Cards in the Deck - Adam and Ben 11
Saturday morning we headed out early. Off to the Aquarium which was really an amazing display. They have coat and tie parties there for Atlanta Pride. Very nice. Shortly after lunch, once we had finished the fish tank, Joe and Adam took off to the Braves Stadium for their tour. Erin and I went to pick up some Christmas things he had his eye on and we ended up at a neighborhood bar on 10th St for drinks. While we were waiting for our beers, Erin clued me in to what Joe was up to today.
"He's going to behave isn't he?" I asked.
"Yes, of course," said Erin. "I told him he better. Adam told you what happened, didn't he?"
"Yeah he did."
"Ben, I'm so sorry. It wasn't planned and I was shocked myself, that I found myself so...attracted. I really am sorry."
I stopped him and told him I was ok. Adam has been upfront about it and we had talked about it. He would have to do worse than that to make me angry. I was only concerned about his exposure limits because he was so young. Erin completely agreed.
We took a bar table with our beers. I took the Abita while Erin preferred Stella.
Erin said matter of factly, "He exudes sexuality. Have you noticed? " eyebrows raised.
"You think?" We laughed. "In fact Erin, I let him give his impressions on you and Joe and you would have been surprised what he said."
"Do tell!" Erin said excitedly. "I have been waiting for this conversation LOL!"
"Well to keep it short, he said Joe would be the guy to be friends with. Go to a game or watch with, tailgate, hang out, talk sports. He really likes Joe. However, he found you the attractive one."
"What the fuck are you talking about? I cannot be his type."
"Well...he sees himself in the `man' role at some point. You know we flip flop. I let him top me until he was ready to bottom and once he did, he did. Let me tell you. But, he finds your style very attractive."
"You mean because I'm smaller and have a bit more flair?" We both laughed but I confirmed that. "Yes, he thinks your persona would be a fit, later, when he's matured."
"I will give him 3 years, then I'm his!"
"You may need longer than that. I'm not letting him go. Unless you are going to sic your dad on me!"
God the beer was good. We had really held back on our consumption this weekend because of Adam. None of us minded but this beer was hitting the spot.
"So, Ben, the only thing we have been thinking about is Adam's age and he handles all of this if things go awry. Joe wants to tell him about some things that may be more meaningful coming from someone else. Obviously, he doesn't have any other mentors to give him feedback." said Erin thoughtfully.
I told him to go ahead. Their thought process revolved around the fact that ADam has reached into a very elevated place for his age. In essence, where do you go from a relationship with someone like me. I completely understood. Erin described it as "Evita-esque." Ini short, they were going to talk about what happens when a slip up occurs. That scared me a bit. I grabbed my phone and texted Adam "not a word to Joe about yesterday. Not a word. Got it?" A moment later he texted me "yes".
I reiterated to Erin this was not something I sought. I had no previous experience picking up someone so young. And when we met, I wasn't even sure about his sexuality. I did dream but he gave no outward signs. Erin asked about the father and I told him in detail the scenes I came across when Adam asked me to come over. He did that on purpose. I thought he was looking for a way out. He was really afraid to fight back but he could have but he didn't.
It was good being able to tell him about the unfolding of this relationship. After another beer and a good buzz, Erin said, "So, tell me...is he any good" Really good? What's he like?"
"Oh you want details, huh? Aren't we too old for that?"
Erin laughed and said, "Hell no! Never too old for that!"
"Well," I said, "He is amazing. He feels the passion. He kisses like the God of Sex. He really got onto topping very effectively but when he opened up and bottomed, he just took off. I was afraid of what life would be like after him. There would be no replacement.
Erin was fascinated by the details. In the end we agreed this would have to play out.
We met Joe and Erin for dinner later that evening. Adam had a lot to tell about the stadium. Seeing the dugout, lockers, and executive boxes. He wanted to come back to see a game. Joe seemed very pleased with his time with Adam. He whispered over in my ear, "where were guys like him when I was that age?" I nodded in agreement.
We were quite exhausted by the time we got home. After he had showed me the collection of new underwear he had acquired, I had devised a plan. I told him tomorrow he would need to wear the burgundy colored boxers for the trip home. He was intrigued and knew it was useless to get me to divulge my plan. Wink wink!
Our goodbyes the next morning were bitter sweet. I had loved this time with old friends and putting Adam out there had been a real triumph. Erin and Joe both honed in on Adam while we waited for the car to be brought up.
"Erin," said Joe, "you are one hell of a guy. Whatever you have been through, it hasn't sunk you. And seeing you with Ben gives us pleasure. Although seeing a bit more would..."
"Shut up Joe," said Erin. "You are embarrassing him." Adam laughed.
"No he's not. You guys are so awesome. I never thought in my life I would meet guys like you. I love you both so much and thanks for having us here. Just fucking amazing is all I can say."
"Just come back, ol?" asked Erin.
"Oh yeah don't worry about that."
The car came and we exchanged our hugs and off into the early morning.
Once we got down the highway, the conversation with Erin telling me about his conversation with Joe. He said that he understood what Joe was talking about but a conversation about him and me breaking up made him very uncomfortable. He also acknowledged that while he wanted to be with me, he understood there was a need he couldn't ignore. He really saw that I was in a dual role playing boyfriend and caregiver. He was quiet for a bit after that.
"Listen Adam, it's not a forecast that we are going to break up tomorrow. But you have changes to go through. You are heading off to boarding school in January. Then there is college. Who knows what happens after that. Whatever you get into, you have to decide how to handle me because I have to do the same. My chances of meeting a bunch of other guys are very slim now. Your's are on the up tick."
"Joe pointed out that I have an uphill battle cause replacing you ain't gonna be easy either."
"You are right about that." I winked at him, he punched me in the arm.
"I get it, they don't want me to walk off mad, storming around and throwing accusations and shit. Bad mouthing you. His throat jerked a little and he whimpered, "I promise Ben I will never do that to you. Never."
"Thank you, Adam. Keeping you above the mental curve is what they care about. Break ups take a toll."
"I know. Joe told me about him and Erin and their break ups. A couple were bad. One breakup cost him an internship with Kincaid Construction. I thought that was, well, some bad damn luck."
"Yep, he learned his lesson I would say."
"Hey," said Adam, "Can I drive?"
I pulled off the interstate glad to let him have the wheel. I was tired and facing the sun was aggravating.
We talked some more about his observations. His second focus caught me off guard in that he was more intrigued by city living than I imagined him to be. He suggested I buy a condo in the city for weekends. I was like, sure so you can go hang out with the guys on weekends while I work away? He laughed at that. Don't think I hadn't given it some thought. Birmingham wasn't anything like Atlanta for sure. There were more interesting cities than Atlanta, however.
It was late afternoon when we pulled off the highway heading to Brevard House. The roads or country hadn't changed during our absence. The greying skies seemed more prevalent. It was about to get cold on us. We passed the little road that led to the pond where we did a number on the hood of the car. Can't forget that one:)
When we got to the gates, Adam slowed the car. The huge wreaths and lights on the gates just lit it up. Adam said, "Wow! Look at that. I have passed these gates many times at Christmas. It's always incredible."
"Just go on," I said. As he proceeded up the drive, the house came into view and it was done up right. Wreaths on every window. 18 in all. Lights in each window. Lights and garland streamed down the columns. A thick red ribbon stretched across the portico. .
"Oh my God," Adam said. Looks like a damn Christmas card. "Who did all this?"
"Kent and his crew do this every year. Of course, I usually help but since I was gone, they wanted to do it all. This is definitely his masterpiece. It was featured in Colonial Homes Magazine back in the late 80's."
I told Adam to just park the car in the front drive so we could enter through the front door. We dragged our luggage out of the back and walked up the steps to the front door. When we went in, the foyer was processed in lots of garland, down the bannister, across the balcony. A big wreath hung over the South Parlor entrance straight ahead. The living room was elegant with a smaller Christmas tree, the dining room was complete with a large wreath over the fireplace and garland runner across the table and the big tree, the mother tree, was in the family room. He took in every detail except I wouldn't let him in the family room. I asked him to help me get the luggage upstairs and unpacked. Once we completed the laundry disposition, we came back downstairs. He was about to open the door to the family room when I stopped him. "No, no, just come with me to the kitchen. There are some snacks in the fridge." We collected some cheese and crackers and shrimp and headed to the family room.
Needless to say we were presented with a magnificent tree. Twelve feet tall, decorated perfectly with ornaments from years, no generations past. Many of them were very valuable. We kept them in the basement safe. There was a silver bucket with champagne chilling, and a nice fire in the fireplace.
The room was very comfortable and Adam walked over to the tree. I sat back on the leather sofa.
"Adam, take a good look at those ornaments. Some of them are very special."
"Very old I bet. He pointed to one, are those real diamonds?"
"Yes."
"Oh my God," was all he could say. He was about to turn around when I stopped him.
"Stop Adam, stay turned around. Look at the tree just a few minutes more." He did as instructed. Then I told him to take off his sweater, but stay facing the tree. He pulled the sweater off and his hair fell back to his head as it came off. Looking at that smooth lean back, the way it curved inward toward his ass. I wanted to get myself worked up.
"Take off your shoes," I instructed him. He kicked them off one by one off to the side.
"Oh I get it," he laughed. "A little Christmas Tree theatre. "Nice," he said with a slow drawl.
"Adam, let your pants drop,slowly please." I had my phone in my hand ready. Those jeans came down and revealed both his sexy ass and smooth defined legs, all poised in those red boxers. You could just see a bit of his cheeks under the leg opening. Worked up, I was.
He groaned a bit. "Oh Daddy, I think I'm getting turned on. Can I turn around?"
"Not yet," I said. "Just let me admire this view. You look stunning facing that tree. So beautiful."
"That's it, Daddy, I'm turning around. You are getting me so horny." He turned around and it was more than obvious. His cock was aroused and poking straight out from his boxers. I snapped the picture.
He blinked fast and asked "What are you going to do with that?"
"First, I'm going to show it to you, then I'm going to keep it as my own personal Christmas Card."
I got up and walked over to him and handed him the phone. Then I walked over to the side table and poured two glasses of champagne. I took the glasses and handed him one.
"The pic looks good. I look hot," he said with some surprise.
"I may send it to a magazine or something and see if I can make some money on you." He laughed at this. "Might not get much," he joked.
"I don't agree." I took a sip of my champagne and he did the same.
"It's good," he said. I leaned in and kissed him. For some reason this seemed so different. Maybe because it was a stage and not as natural as usual. Maybe because he looked so innocent in this Christmas environment. We kissed a little hard. I turned up the glass and he followed suit. I sat the glasses back down on the side table.
"Adam, I know you have been on a big adventure this weekend but tonite starts a new adventure."
He interrupted me, "What kind of adventure?"
"Christmas. With me. Here at Brevard." He nodded in understanding. "Adam, I want this to a very special holiday for us both after such a bizarre year. You may feel a lot of emotions and it may seem very lonely but I want you to rely on this place, and me, and lots of activity. Will you celebrate it with me? I mean, really me?"
"Oh Daddy, this is going to be a crazy Christmas. I don't know if I can even keep up. I don't have any money and I'm still a kid. It's going to be different for you, you know."
I tweaked his bare nipples, "Oooh," he said. "That turned me on!"
"Christmas, Adam! Pay attention!"
"How am I gonna do that when you are tweaking me all over?" We both cracked up. "Adam, it's going to be good. You get me?"
"Yes," he said. "Now is Santa going to take off his suit and grant me a wish?" I liked him contributing to the occasion. He never failed.
I took off my sweater and shirt. He unzipped my jeans and pulled them down. While he was down, he released my hard cock from my underwear. He took the head and let his wet lips glide over the head. He took me down several times. My blood pressure was rising.
I lifted him up regrettably and was going to lead him over to the sofa. He pulled away and walked over to the sideboard and poured two more glasses of champagne. He walked over to the fireplace and sat on the thick carpet.
"Come over here," he said seductively. I sat by him on the floor and we drank the drink. Setting the glasses down we laid down on the floor and started our preliminary make out session. I took his top lip between mine and just let my tongue run along the underside of the lip. He used light teeth to nibble on my bottom lip then we locked. You know the lock, where the heads tilt, and the lips form a seal. Our breath was mixed, tongues fought. I felt that guttural quake and may be just a bit of soul seeped up and out into my mouth.
I tweaked his nipples again and began sucking his cock. His taste was salty and musky. His cock was fully hard with just the slight curve up that made it difficult to deep throat. I let my saliva glands coat him. He spread his legs. I looked up to see his head leaning back. I licked a couple of fingers and placed them at his hole. I entered him gently, then deeply.
"Ah, Daddy! Fucking go for it!"
He sat up quickly and looked around. "Are we alone in this house?"
"Yes," I assured him. "Whew," he said. "Scared me for a minute." It was a funny moment.
"Adam," I said, "Do you want Sant to make love to you tonite?" I was kissing him and talking at the same time.
"Yes, please Santa. I want you tonight." He laid back and took one of the decorative pillows and placed it behind his head. He raised his legs while I was getting the lube from the cabinet. It only took a couple of thrusts and I was inside of him. He wrapped his legs around me. I place my hands on each side of his head. He touched my cheek as he got used to my invading cock.
He whispered, just audibly, "Please fuck me like yuo did the other night."
And I did. We did. Big thrusts, little thrusts. Rocking together on the rug. The short quick jabs did it. I felt his cognizance slip away. His eyes rolled. I kept jabbing quick, short. His body started to quiver. He flailed his arms and hands above his head letting go of my waist. His legs were fully extended and I was in his throws. I felt the orgasm around my dick. I became motionless and took his cock in my hand and squeezed and jerked gently. He came. He came all over himself. I couldn't help but lean down and sip up a glob with my mouth. After he had completed his very intense orgasm, I started fucking again. I pushed him just on his side. He turned his head up toward me. I wrapped my arms under and over him feeling his slick mess in my hand. We kissed this way and I started with the glide. In and out with steady motion. I felt the burn. I felt it come from down low. I spasmed inside of him feeling all his warmth and crevices, and insides.
What took forty five minutes seemed to be over rather quickly. It was always like that with him. It reminded me what Erin said, "he exudes sexuality."
We stayed like this for a bit but it was uncomfortable and my arm was going to sleep. I grabbed a bar towel and wiped him off. We climbed up onto the sofa and wrapped up in a throw.
"Fuck, that was good. Did you think it was good?"
"Yes," I said. "Always. Indescribable."
"There is something that is happening to me now. I don't know what it is. Its fucking awesome but it scares me, like I'm out of control."
I told him not to be afraid of it. It was a kind of orgasm generated by the prostate when it is massaged. Not everyone gets to feel it but those who do never forget it.
"So that's it," he said matter of factly. "Quinn has discovered this and that's why he hung up on anal sex. He wants that orgasm."
"Maybe so," I replied. "Maybe he did it to him once by accident. Now he craves it."
"I do. I love it. Do you?" he asked.
"I don't think I have ever done it."
"Really? You must. Its like THE fuck of all fucks."
"I gather it is," I said laughing.
I had to remind him what was coming up and we needed to prepare. Social services visit next Friday. No story there. They just wanted to snoop around my house. Company Christmas Party in two weeks. Margo and Phil coming the week before Christmas.
That part intimidated him a bit. "What are they going to say about me?" he asked.
"They already know about you and we will handle it as it comes. The only things to know about Margo is be honest, don't explain too much, and wait to see where she goes before saying anything. Phil, he's easy. All you have to do is talk to him about the Trust and you will be in his heart.
"Why do they want to come here? Isn't Florida more fun?"
"Well they are friends with our `gov'nah' and they are going to his Christmas Ball."
"Then there's that. I should known," he laughed. "I turned the invitation down, just not my scene, you know." We both laughed. "So did I," and then we really laughed.
Margo will have a Christmas Tea with some of her lady friends and you, me and Phil will have to go scarce. He asked what that meant. I told him we were going shooting on that Monday. Kent takes us out onto the property and we shoot. "Are we gonna drop some quail?" Adam asked.
I laughed and told him no. We just shot at various targets strategically placed in the woods. He was so excited I thought we might have to fuck again.
Well, there is the bridge from Thanksgiving to Christmas. I appreciate the generous feedback and encouragement. Please drop me a note anytime.
Adam and I climbed the back stairs with that champagne and climbed into the warm bed and did fuck again. I could hardly walk the next day:)