Date: Sun, 28 Jan 2024 20:41:47 +0000
From: DJ Warner <djwarner1984@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Inheritance Clause-10

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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