Date: Sun, 7 Jan 2024 21:11:28 +0000 From: DJ Warner Subject: The Inheritance Clause-6 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. All comments are welcome: djwarner1984@hotmail.com Please donate to Nifty: https://donate.nifty.org/ -DJ ========== The Inheritance Clause - 6 The boys were both still laughing. Dawson got off the bed and reached for the pun book where he threw it. With his back still toward Adam, he adjusted his hard cock in his pants to try to hide it. "I'm putting this where you won't find it. You can't be trusted with it," Dawson said laughing as he shook the book in the air. Dawson kept his back to Adam, so he wouldn't see how turned on he was. "Aw, c'mon," Adam said as he chuckled, still rolled onto his side, away from Dawson, hiding his boner. Dawson left the bedroom in search of a hiding place for the book. Adam rolled onto his back. He sighed loudly. He fingered the shaft of his cock through his pants to confirm it really was as hard as he thought it was. He put his other arm over his forehead. "What is happening to me?" Adam whispered softly to himself. He stopped fondling himself and adjusted his erection. He rubbed his cock head gently through his pants as he thought about how good it felt when Dawson was on top of him, how comforted he felt when Dawson held him before, how intoxicating Dawson's manly scent was. Adam tried to shake it off. He got up and went into the bathroom. He ran the water and splashed his face. He looked at his reflection in the mirror. Thoughts of Dawson's smile flashed in his mind. He splashed more water in his face. Thoughts of Dawson's hard cock pressing against him flashed in his mind. He cupped more water in his hands and splashed it on his face. He kept his eyes closed as he felt the water drip off his face. He could almost smell Dawson's scent. He shut off the water and dried his face. He looked in the mirror and realized he spilled water on his shirt. He went into his walk-in closet and changed his shirt. As he came out, Dawson was standing in the bathroom door watching him. "Truce?" Dawson said, smiling and holding his hands up to show vulnerability. His erection had calmed down, so he wasn't concerned about Adam seeing the front of his body anymore. "Can I get my book back?" Adam said with a grin. "I'll tell you where I hid it in six months," Dawson said as he chuckled. "Unless I find it first," Adam said and he grinned. Adam and Dawson laughed together as they went through the bathroom to exit through Dawson's bedroom. They went downstairs together and went into the dining room. Krantz had a slight grin as he watched them bantering when they came in and took their seats. Krantz had paired the dinner courses with wine selections from the wine cellar again. Dawson's excitement was evident as they ate dinner. He asked Krantz questions about the wines and how he knew which wine would pair well. Adam was mostly quiet through the meal. He enjoyed watching Dawson's enthusiasm. But he also couldn't shake the feeling of closeness with Dawson. He had only just met him. But he was feeling emotions for him that he'd never felt for a guy before. Adam's thoughts went to Vickie. When he arrived at the lake house for the will reading, he was certain he loved her. But now, the more time he spent with Dawson, that certainty was not as strong. When they finished dinner, Krantz asked them if they wanted him to bring some creme liqueur to the pool room. The boys looked at each other and Adam told Krantz yes. They got up and began to walk over. As the boys walked in silence to the pool room, Dawson kept glancing at Adam. "Is everything alright? You were kind of quiet during dinner," Dawson said. "Yeah...I'm fine..." Adam said, "I was thinking about Vickie." "Mmm," said Dawson, "it must be difficult to be in love and be separated like this." Adam nodded as they entered the pool room. He thought about what Dawson said. "Have you ever been in love?" Adam asked as he stepped through the doorway. Dawson thought about his feelings for Adam. He wanted to tell Adam how he felt, but he couldn't. "Me? Well... no, I haven't," Dawson slowly responded as he leaned against the pool table, facing Adam. For his part, Adam looked at the floor as he thought about his feelings for Vickie. "What's it like to be in love?" Dawson asked as he started to rack the table. Adam got a faraway look in his eyes. He wasn't even sure himself, now. But he started to speak with confidence anyway. "Oh, well, when you're together, you just lose yourself. You get immersed in what you're doing together and you forget that you once existed as a person. You become this new thing. And you just want to make the other person happy," Adam said. Adam started out thinking about Vickie as he described what it was like to be in love. But as he spoke, he realized he was describing himself and Dawson. Dawson listened to Adam and began to think the same thing - that Adam was describing the two of them. When Adam paused after speaking, Dawson handed him a cue. Adam took it as he contemplated the time he had been spending with Dawson. "And when you're apart, there's an ache that I can't describe. You think about the other person all the time. And you just want to see them, to talk to them, to get back to that feeling when you were together," Adam continued. Adam then contemplated whether he missed Vickie. He wasn't aching for her. He actually hadn't really thought about her that much since he left her in the ballroom. "Hmm," said Dawson as he thought about his feelings for Adam. Both boys were silent, deep in their thoughts. Dawson broke the quiet. "Do you know how to play eight-ball?" Dawson said. "Of course," Adam said, "my granddad taught me." "Here, you break," Dawson said as he lifted the rack off the table. Adam broke and he sunk one of the balls. He missed on his next shot. Dawson took his turn and sunk one. Then he sunk another. He missed his next shot. The boys went back and forth taking turns. Dawson was clearly a better player. Krantz delivered their creme liqueurs. They sipped their drinks while playing. They bantered back and forth, having a great time. After playing five games, they had finished their drinks and were cleaning up to turn in for the night. Krantz appeared in the open doorway. "You look upset. Is everything ok?" Adam said to Krantz. "No..." Krantz said and then he hesitated. Dawson was putting the cues away. Both boys stopped and turned to look at Krantz. "I received word from Ms. Castillo. Adam, your father has retained counsel and intends to contest the will," Krantz said. Adam grimaced. "Well, I'm not shocked. I am a little surprised he is actually going through with it. But it doesn't shock me," Adam said as he looked at Dawson. Dawson had a concerned look on his face. "There's more..." Krantz said, "Ms. Castillo has also informed me that Miss Cartwright intends to contest Dawson's inheritance. Your fiance is claiming that Dawson somehow manipulated your grandfather into changing his will. She has retained counsel and plans to sue to have you named the sole beneficiary of all the assets," Krantz said. "What?!?!" Adam and Dawson exclaimed at the same time. Adam had a shocked look on his face. After a few moments of silence, Adam sat down on the settee. He placed his elbows onto his knees. He leaned forward and put his head in his hands. He stared in bewilderment at the floor. Dawson came over to him. He sat down next to him and put his arm around him. He began gently rubbing his back. He then looked up at Krantz. "Did Carmen say anything else?" Dawson asked Krantz. "Yes, there will be no messages allowed to or from Miss Cartwright until this is resolved. She said she'd contact me when she had more information," Krantz said. "Ok...Is there anything we can do?" Dawson asked Krantz. "No," Krantz said. Dawson turned toward Adam and ducked his head to try to see Adam's face. "Adam, do you want Krantz to get you something?" Dawson asked with sympathy. Adam didn't respond he just sat there, staring at the floor. "Thank you, Krantz," Dawson said as he looked up at him. Krantz took the empty drink glasses and left. Dawson just sat quietly next to Adam, gently rubbing his back. Adam hadn't moved or said anything since the shock of the news forced him to sit down. Dawson sat quietly with Adam for a couple minutes. "Adam, you know I wouldn't manipulate your grandfather like that... I didn't even want the inheritance..." Dawson said in a very soft voice. Adam didn't react. He sat in silence. Dawson stopped rubbing his hand on Adam's back. He simply left it there. He reached with his other hand and touched Adam's arm. "C'mon... let's get you to bed... get a good night's sleep," said Dawson. Dawson forced Adam to his feet. His shoulders were slumped and his head hung down as Adam let Dawson guide him to their bedrooms. The boys reached Dawson's bedroom. He led Adam, who still hadn't talked, to the bathroom door. "Do you need me to sit with you for a while?" Dawson asked softly. "I just want to be alone..." Adam said quietly. "Ok, I'm here if you need me..." Dawson said. Adam nodded and then shuffled into his bedroom. Dawson watched him to make sure he was ok, then he turned to his room. He changed into his basketball shorts and t-shirt and shut off the light. Dawson was so concerned about Adam that he forgot to brush his teeth. He climbed into bed and rolled onto his side. He thought about what Adam must be thinking right now. He wanted to go to him, to talk to him. But he figured Adam needed some time to sort things for himself. As concerns for Adam weighed on Dawson, he drifted off to sleep. ----------- Somewhere in the middle of the night, Dawson started to wake and became vaguely aware something wasn't quite right. He was half asleep when he rolled onto his back. He bumped something. He opened his eyes and tried to focus. "Dawson?" Adam very softly whispered. Dawson realized Adam was sitting on the side of his bed. He sat up. He placed a hand on Adam's naked shoulder. "Adam?" Dawson said quietly. "Can I... Can we... I mean... Can you hug me?" Adam said, in barely a whisper. "Of course," Dawson said. Dawson leaned into Adam and wrapped his arms around him. Adam began to lean over, toward Dawson's pillow. He slowly pulled Dawson down with him. Adam lifted his feet from the floor and slipped them under the covers. Adam was now lying on his side, facing the other bed. And Dawson was behind him, lying on his side, holding him in his arms. "Just hold me," Adam whispered to Dawson. Dawson was stunned with the situation he found himself in. He arranged his arms to get more comfortable. He squeezed Adam a little tighter in the hope that it would bring him comfort. Adam nestled into Dawson's arms. Dawson pulled the covers up over both of them and wrapped Adam in his arms. Adam brought his arms in close to his chest, putting his hands over Dawson's. "Just get some sleep. We'll talk in the morning," Dawson whispered. Adam didn't respond. He was already asleep. With Adam's aroma filling his every inhale, Dawson soon fell back to sleep as well. ----------- In the morning, Dawson began to wake. He realized he was still holding onto Adam. Adam was still sleeping. Dawson could feel the bare skin of Adam's chest rise and fall where his arms were holding him. Adam's manly smell filled Dawson's nose each time he inhaled. Dawson was hard from his morning erection. He felt his boner pressing firmly into Adam's lower back. Adam's feet were intertwined with Dawson's. Dawson lay there, contemplating what all this meant. Why did Adam get into bed with him? Was Adam gay? Or did he just need comforting? Was Adam looking for something more? And what about Vickie? Dawson was pretty sure he was falling in love with Adam. But what was Adam feeling? What did all this mean? As Dawson was considering all of these questions, Adam stirred. He took in a deep breath and exhaled. His knees bent slowly, drawing his legs more toward Dawson's. He pressed his butt back, putting more pressure on Dawson's erection. Adam pulled his hands close to himself, pressing Dawson's arms and hands into his bare chest. His head slid back slowly, closer to Dawson's. "Are you awake?" Adam whispered softly. "Yeah," Dawson whispered, practically right into Adam's ear. Adam gripped each of Dawson's hands in his. He began to turn his body until he was lying on his back. He bent his knees and pulled Dawson's legs under his, planting his feet on the bed. Adam could feel Dawson's hard cock pressing into the side of his hip. "Thank you for taking care of me last night," Adam said and then gently squeezed Dawson's hands. "I told you, I'm here for you," said Dawson. "I'm sorry..." Adam said, turning his head away from Dawson, "I don't know what I'm doing." "What do you mean?" Dawson said. With Dawson's simple question the floodgates opened and Adam's thoughts spilled out all at once. "I mean... my already strained relationship with my father is probably damaged for good... my relationship with my fiance, which was solid as a rock a few days ago, is now... well... I'm not so sure what it is... I'm forced to spend six months with someone who I've just met, which on the surface seems insane, and yet... I'm ok with it because it's with you... I'm drawn to you for some reason I can't explain... I've never been sexually aroused by another man, but... I mean, I like spending time with you... you make me feel so alive... I think you're fucking sexy... I'm so turned on by you... I want to feel you, to kiss you... but this is so new to me... and I should be angry at my granddad... but I'm not... I just wish he were here so I could talk to him about all this," Adam rambled until he was all out of breath. Dawson lay there and listened to Adam try to catch his breath after his rant. "Wow," Dawson said softly, "that's a lot." "And with all that," said Adam, "you know the one thing that keeps going through my mind?" Dawson lifted his head and looked at Adam. Adam turned his head. For the first time that morning, they looked at each other. "What?" said Dawson. "What is Dawson feeling? Is he drawn to me in the same way?" Adam said softly, boring his eyes into Dawson's. "I can answer that one," Dawson said. Dawson slipped his hand out of Adam's. He slid it onto Adam's cheek. He pulled Adam's face closer to his. They both closed their eyes as their lips met. Adam opened his mouth slightly. Dawson did, too. Dawson slipped just the tip of his tongue inside Adam's parted lips. Adam met Dawson's tongue with his own. Dawson flicked his tongue gently over Adam's. Dawson then slid his tongue back and closed his lips. He pulled away as they both opened their eyes. Dawson looked at Adam. Adam kept eye contact. Dawson began caressing Adam's cheek with his thumb. Adam closed his eyes and pressed his cheek into Dawson's hand. There was just the sound of their breathing for a few moments. "Dawson, can I ask you a question?" Adam said softly, with his eyes still closed. "Of course," said Dawson. "How did you know you were gay?" Adam whispered. "I don't know. I just kind of knew," Dawson replied. "Did you ever feel attracted to girls? I mean, did you ever think you were straight?" Adam asked. "Kinda. There was a time when the combination of liking a girl because of who she was as a person... plus everyone expecting me to be straight... had me confused. It was a lot clearer to me that I was physically attracted to boys and I never really felt that way toward girls. So any confusion I had wasn't very strong and didn't last very long. But I can see how the combination of factors can mask someone's true orientation even to themselves," Dawson said. Adam kept his eyes closed as he considered what Dawson said in relation to what he was going through. He focused on Dawson's hand stroking his cheek. Dawson realized all of the turmoil Adam had listed didn't include one thing he knew Adam was wrestling with - his own sexual orientation. "Adam," Dawson said with a more serious voice. Adam opened his eyes and looked at Dawson. "I know you're going through a lot. And I don't want to make things more complicated. I just don't think we should be doing anything until you and Vickie have a chance to work things out," Dawson said. Adam sighed softly. Then his eyes closed. "I don't know if there is a me and Vickie anymore," Adam said. "Neither do I. That's why you're not going to get your answers through me. You need some time to figure that out on your own," Dawson said. Adam lay there thinking about what Dawson was saying. He opened his eyes. "I wish my granddad was here..." Adam said softly, "he always had good advice." Dawson adjusted how he was laying, so he could look at Adam. He slid his arm out from under Adam and leaned on his elbow, propping himself up. He subtly pulled his hips away from Adam, so his boner was no longer pressing against him. He took his hand and placed it against Adam's hairy chest. Adam lay his hand over Dawson's. "What do you think your granddad would say?" Dawson asked. "The same advice he always gave me," Adam said, "Be true to yourself." "That's good advice..." Dawson said. "I know. Only I'm still figuring out who I really am," Adam said as he pulled Dawson's hand into his chest and leaned into him. "That's why I should let you have some time to figure this out for yourself. You need to know who you are before you decide who you want to become in a relationship," Dawson said. "Mmm," Adam said, "you know, sometimes when you talk like that, you remind me of my granddad." "That was a nice compliment, thank you," Dawson said. They lay there for a few minutes quietly. Dawson lifted his head and stretched his neck to look over at the clock. "Breakfast will be starting soon. You should shower first," Dawson said. "Why should I go first?" Adam asked as he turned his head. "So I can watch your hot ass walk across the room," Dawson said with a grin. "What happened to giving me time?" Adam asked with an incredulous look. "I am giving you time. But that doesn't mean I can't ogle your sexy body," Dawson said, smiling. "Ugh, I feel so used, like I'm just a piece of meat to you," Adam said playfully as he pressed Dawson's hand against his chest. "Fine, then. I won't look," Dawson said chuckling as he lifted his hand from Adam's chest and started to turn away. "I don't believe that for one second," said Adam as he turned and slipped out of bed. He stood on the floor and turned toward Dawson. His bulging erection was pushing the fabric of his boxer briefs to their limits. He lifted his arms up and exaggeratedly stretched and yawned. Dawson could see Adam's armpit hairs, his firm pecs, his pert nipples, his hard abs, his muscular legs, his briefs-encased boner - all right in front of him. Dawson's mouth opened slightly. He was impressed with Adam's length and girth, or at least what he could see of his package trapped in his boxer briefs. He got a satisfied grin on his face. He felt his cock flex its hardness involuntarily. "I thought you weren't going to look," Adam said in an exaggeratedly seductive voice as he slowly drew his hands down his chest and abs. "I'm not looking," Dawson said as his eyes scanned up and down Adam's body. "That's a shame... because you won't get to see this..." Adam said. He turned around and slipped his briefs down exposing his hairy, plump ass. He stepped out of the boxer briefs, leaving them on the floor. Without looking back, he slowly walked to the bathroom. He disappeared around the corner. Dawson heard the shower turn on and then he heard Adam step in and close the glass door. Dawson came out of his daze. He leaned down and grabbed Adams's briefs off the floor. He pulled the bed coverings down. He slid his shorts off and his hard cock popped up. He slipped his shirt off. He spread his legs and gripped his erection loosely. He began to slowly stroke himself. The feeling of his foreskin casually covering and uncovering his dick head made him sigh softly. He lifted Adam's briefs to his face. He closed his eyes, held the briefs over his mouth and nose, and inhaled Adam's aroma. He stroked faster and harder. His balls began to bounce as he sped up the pace. He kept inhaling Adam's manly scent as he imagined Adam's ass. The light hair on his butt cheeks... the firm, plump flesh... It took him no time to reach the beginnings of his orgasm. He could hear Adam, still in the shower. Dawson removed the boxer briefs from his face and held them to the side. He leaned his head forward. His bottom jaw jutted out. His eyes opened wide. "Uugghh!" he grunted loudly as the first shot of his cum created a long arc and splattered onto his neck and chest. The second cum shot spurted out as Dawson pulled his head forward again, jutted his jaw, and widened his eyes. "Uugghh!" he grunted again in pleasure. His second cum stream landed between his pecs. The remaining cum shots were much smaller and lower. They collected onto his abs. He grunted and kept his head pulled forward as his spasms dissipated. When his orgasm subsided, Dawson lay there with one hand wrapped around his dick, breathing heavily. He moved the other hand back so the boxer briefs pressed on his face. He breathed in Adam's musk. Dawson lay there, breathing heavily, reveling in his post-orgasm pleasure. He heard the shower turn off. He took the briefs off his face. With his t-shirt, he wiped up the cum from his chin, neck, chest, and hand. He reached down and squeezed the remaining cum from his still hard penis onto his fingers. He brought them to his lips and licked the cum off of them. He got up off the bed. Carrying Adam's boxer briefs, Dawson walked into the bathroom. Dawson's mostly hard cock was bobbing in front of him. If you looked closely, you could see some remnants of cum on Dawson's foreskin. When he entered the bathroom, Adam had the towel in front of himself, drying his chest. He looked at Dawson. He smiled at him as he scanned his body and lingered on his deflating cock. He could see spots of stickiness on Dawson's chest and abs where he had cum on himself. It was obvious that Dawson had just masturbated and came on his chest. Dawson reached out with the boxer briefs. Adam took them. "I think you dropped these," Dawson said with a smirk. He went by Adam, his dimpled ass cheeks on display. He started the shower and got in. Adam sighed as his cock began to harden. Taking his towel and the briefs, he went into his room. He leaned his butt on the bed. He looked down at his hardening penis. Adam looked at the bathroom door. He could hear Dawson still showering. He closed his eyes and gripped his shaft. He began stroking his penis as he moaned softly. He remembered the feeling of Dawson embracing him in the bed...and kissing him...and feeling his hand against his cheek. "Ohhh," Adam moaned. He imagined Dawson's face in orgasmic ecstasy as he came onto his own chest. Feelings of desire for Dawson sent him over the edge. He stopped stroking. He slipped the boxer briefs over his cock. He gripped his shaft tightly, threw his head back, and he started to cum. "Ohhh...ohhh...ohhh...ohhh..." Adam softly moaned as his cock spasmed in his hand. Each spurt of his sperm was deposited into his boxer briefs. As he finished cumming, Adam heard Dawson shut off the shower. Adam gripped the briefs as he swiped them off of his shaft. He tossed the briefs into the laundry bin. He put on a clean pair of boxer briefs and then paused for a moment. He thought about the fact that he couldn't deny he was attracted to Dawson's body. ========== If you liked this story, tell me: djwarner1984@hotmail.com And then donate to Nifty: https://donate.nifty.org/ -DJ