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Cards in the Deck - Adam and Ben 12
Well it's a week until Adam takes his first semester exams. He has been held up in his makeshift study upstairs working away. This morning he got up and was cranky as hell. I heard him get out of the shower mumbling and grumbling.
"What's up in there?" I asked.
"Just thinking of what we need to do between now and when you send me away to St Lukes in January," he snapped.
"Send you away?" I asked.
"Yeah, like my exile to boarding school. I never thought I would..."
I interrupted his next spillover. "Come on in here please," I requested.
I told him to sit down on the bed with me. I went over our agreement. You tried school after your father's trial. It was tough so you got permission to school from home until the end of the year. The principal would not allow it for 2nd semester. So, St. Lukes agreed to take you to ensure graduation and acceptance to Mississippi. I asked him what part of this I was mistaken about.
"Well, you know, he stuttered. I don't want to go off. What am I going to do there and how am I going to put up with all those preppy snobs?"
"I wouldn't worry about that. You might make some really good friends and it will certainly help you adjust with going away to college. But," I exclaimed, "if you want to go take your exams here and see how the water flows, maybe you don't have to go to St Lukes."
He said, "wouldn't that upset you, me not going to your old school?"
"Absolutely not," I replied. "You needed to go to school so they agreed to take you on for a semester. I don't care which school you go to, as long as you graduate according to the agreement with Ole Miss."
"Oh," he sighed. :"Well that's not so bad. I think I will take the exams in class next week." He went back to the bathroom at least in a better mood. He was having some friends over the next evening for a fun dinner and billiards, and video games. The night with them would be good for him. I was having dinner downtown with our new young mayor Kevin and his wife Rebecca, who we used to call Becky, LOL.
"Hey," he said, "When do Phil and Margo come?" I knew he was apprehensive about this as he had not met them yet. I was a bit apprehensive myself.
"Next Saturday," I replied.
"Maybe I could stay with Quinn while they're here." He waited silently for my response.
"I don't think so, Nutcase!," was my reply. "You will be ok. Grow a pair why don't you," I said laughingly.
He stepped out of the bathroom with is dick sticking out of his boxers. "I think you felt my pair last night in case you don't remember," he said with a wink and grin.
Ok that was very hot. I considered doing it again but I had to get to work. I was stimulated however.
So I barely saw Adam on Friday before his friends showed up for his little party. And I warned him it better stay a little party too. I headout in the Rolls to dinner at the club. The dinner at the club was good. Oddly, I didn't feel the heat of stares or whispers. It was all quite normal which I was glad for. Of course Becky was beside herself since Margo had invited her to the annual Christmas Tea at Brevard. It was good of Margo to think of her for sure. We went to a live music spot afterwards and that was very nice. I was enjoying the adult night life for a change but it had to end. Back to the country. I just then got a call from him that he needed some help. Drinking too much beer had caught up with him. Fortunately, I was pretty close so I drove out to the edge of town where the party was raging on. He and Quinn saw me as soon as I drove up. They got in. Adam was indeed sluggish. Quinn seemed better.
"Hey Mr. B!" Quinn said happily. "How you been?"
"I'm good Quinn. This is quite a party looks like," I said.
Adam jumped in, "yeah it's a big party alright with a bunch of assholes," he slurred.
"Adam had some words with a couple of townies, Mr. B. No biggie. No fight or anything. They were jerks. The rest of the crowd was our peeps,' explained Quinn. They extolled the rest of the party and Quinn said the dinner was great. Cook was amazing which she always is. It was nice of her to prepare a dinner for Adam's friends. I dropped him off at his house and headed back out to the country.
"You alright?" I asked ADam.
"Yeah, just a little tired. Eating a big dinner and drinking doesn't settle well for me."
"Anything I should know about these guys?"
"Nah, they were just running their mouths about me living in a mansion with a rich guy. We shut `em down and stayed away from them. I saw some girls that like me and that was good. Quinn and Joe had a good time and they bucked up when the guys started spouting off. It's all good."
He wrapped his hand around my arm and asked how my night was. I told him it was good. It was nice to get out but I was ready for the silky sheets of my bed. He laughed and agreed.
When we got home and undressed we climbed into bed. It was almost 1 am. He leaned over and started kissing me. Damn the alcohol on his breath did not taste good. Cheap beer. Ugh. He grabbed my hardening cock and started to go down on me. I stopped him for a minute and said, "Someone must be trying for a christmas present ha ha ha." He replied in a sexy tone, "Oh yes, Santa, I do want a Christmas present." and he took my cock in his mouth. I thought he was good at this sober but in a drunken state, he was incredible. I thought about telling him to stop so we could go to sleep but it just got sloppier and wetter. It wasn't one of those throat gagging blowjobs which I really dislike, it was wet and sensual. Lips grabbing my head, suction, slickness. As he went up and down on me, I got very close. Then I backed off and we kissed some more.
"I want to finish this for you Daddy," he groaned out. "I had a damn fine tonite but this is how I want to finish. Ok Daddy?" He went back down on me and I didn't stop him. I felt it coming, that burn, and I warned him to no avail. He kept up his bobbing motion and finally, I came in his mouth. He took it too. I know he wasn't a fan sober so this was good. It was overall a quiet experience. When he came back, he whispered in my ear, "Merry Christmas, Ben. You are so amazing" and before I could respond he was out.
Not bad I thought. Then, I was out.
Exam week started and he was off to school to take his tests. I prayed he would have a good experience and it was ok. He really liked seeing his friends and a lot of them were glad to see him there. However, he came home on the last day of exams and said this:
"We need to get my St Lukes list ready. Tell me what I need and I will get it together."
"Why Adam" What made you decide?"
"What's a kept boy?" he asked, looking rather saddened.
"Fuck Adam who said that you?"
"Clarissa. I don't know if she meant it bad and she said she was only asking. Is it as bad as I think?"
"Well Adam, a kept boy is rather a young guy who provides secually favors to an older guy in exchange for financial support."
"That's what I thought. Fuck her!" he exclaimed. "That's not me is it?"
"No sir, you are not kept and this is not an exchange. I doubt she knows much about it. She heard someone else say that. I wouldn't worry. It's done now."
"She asked me not to be offended, she just didn't know what it was like living with you. I told her you were amazing and I was lucky. She told me she wanted me to be ok."
"Well, it was an immature remark if she wasn't being ugly to you." I gave him a hug and told him to buck up. I needed him on toe for the parents.
This is a short recollection because the Christmas visit may be a bit longer. Thanks to you all for your feedback and for hanging in there. Christmas is going to be awesome. At present, Adam is working in the factory and doing really well. He is up and down about his decision not to go to college right now and I have accepted the decision as well. His foot has mended as well as its going to and no other surgery or skin grafts are needed. So we are very lucky.
People look East! Christmas is coming.