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Adam and Steve

By: Robert_Furlong



Part of the 'Butt Monkey' series of stories by Robert Furlong

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A few months after Linda had left me, when it was becoming clear even to me that my ex-wife wasn't coming back, I'd signed up to become a member of a couple of online dating sites in the hope that I might yet meet my soul mate. The endeavour had proven largely fruitless as the women who responded to my ad would either turn out to have an aversion towards children-from-a-previous-relationship or would behave in weird ways that couldn't be dispelled as merely eccentric.

Needless to say, since I'd been looking at galleries of male rimming on the internet, I had all but stopped perusing the pages of women looking for dates and had given up on checking my mailbox to see if anyone wanted to meet up with me.

In any case, my own profile rarely got any takers. For a start, my picture looked like the sort of mug-shot they show on the news when the police have managed to infiltrate a paedophile ring. Coupled with that, my interests made me sound far too boring and I figured my new-found hobby, while acting as an eye-catcher, might not attract the sort of woman I was after. 

Nevertheless, a few weeks after the trip to Liverpool, I logged into one of my accounts and found that I had a message from a woman who was a couple of years younger than me, recently divorced, lived local-ish and, as a rare bonus, didn't sound like she might be barking mad.

She was called Debbie and she suggested that we might e-mail each other for a while to see how well we got on before deciding if we wanted to meet up.

It was a positive step – more positive than anything else that had happened to me in the romance stakes recently – and I agreed at once. 

In the weeks which followed, Debbie and I established an amicable e-mail friendship. Her letters were usually just three or four paragraphs long, but her style was witty and her observations sharp, and I found myself chuckling at the stories she told me about other staff who worked with her at a veterinary clinic. For her part, she said she enjoyed my e-mails in which I rambled on about stuff that had happened to me at work or with Jake; indeed, I was thrilled when she revealed at the end of one her letters that she looked forward to finding a new message from me in her inbox.

In spite of enjoying the distant attentions of a female for the first time in over a year, however, my thoughts kept returning to my newly-discovered interest in my own gender; or, more specifically, in one particular part of them. It felt odd to go from reading an e-mail from Debbie, with a warm tingle of anticipation as to what might happen between us, to open a new webpage and trawl through screens of thumbnails of men being intimate together and feel a different sort of tingle in a more physical place.

It felt odd, and yet not odd enough to stop me doing it.

My visit to the library had elicited many more references to rimming across a much broader sweep of books than I could ever have anticipated. In spite of my lack of success with the librarian in the storeroom, I had at least emerged from it wondering which, rather than whether, other men in my acquaintance might share such a base attraction. Could my fetish – I could now accept it as being that – be more widespread than I had suspected? Perhaps it was something that lots of straight men fantasize about but few will admit to – the way that some men are sexually interested in their wives' clothes and others have a thing about wearing leather.

I began to wonder if Adam, my long-time friend and former schoolmate, could be concealing a smouldering desire to get his face stuck into my backside when we occasionally met up for a pint. Or whether Steve, a guy I sometimes played squash with, was secretly checking out the back of my briefs in the changing room after a game, wishing he could stick his nose into the sweaty material between my buttocks. It was comforting to speculate that every ordinary-looking guy I knew might share my newly-discovered fetish, but I rather doubted that any of them really did. None of them ever showed the vaguest interest in me sexually – not even a furtive glace at my backside if I gave them an opportunity – and yet I found that I started to dwell on theirs, especially late at night as I played with myself in bed as quietly as I could so as not to disturb Jake in the next room.

Ever since Linda had left, my masturbatory fantasies had revolved around fairly mundane female imagery: the breasts of the girl in the sandwich shop who sometimes smiled at me; Jake's hot-looking Biology teacher who always fondled her hair as she talked to me about his work; the new secretary at work with the most amazing legs. I'd construct scenarios about how I might get into bed with these women and what we would do together as I stroked myself through the fly of my pyjamas.

Since Debbie and I had started exchanging e-mails, I would sometimes try to fantasize about meeting up with her and where things might lead between us.

And yet, try as I might, I now found that often couldn't even maintain my erection if I tried to restrict my thoughts to the opposite sex. I began to allow myself to relive what I'd done with Guy and then, by a natural progression, to explore what I'd like to do with other men who I knew. As well as Guy's backside, my thoughts would turn to those of some of the men I worked with and the fathers of some of Jake's other friends, and I'd enjoy imagining how their arses might look based on their build and how hairy they seemed.

But most often I would fantasize about Adam and Steve, whose backsides I didn't need to invent because I knew full well how they looked.

Over the thirty-odd years I'd known Adam, I'd seen him naked on many occasions from our embarrassed dashes into the school showers through to when we used to go swimming together in our twenties. The most recent time I could think of was when we'd shared a room the night before my wedding, where he'd acted as my Best Man. I remembered noticing, in a disinterested way back then, how hairy he'd become since our school days when he'd slept with his back to me in his single bed, his duvet thrown askew so that his arse was exposed, albeit concealed within a saggy pair of briefs.

Now I regretted missing the opportunity to explore his backside as he'd slept off the pre-wedding booze-up. Obviously, at the time the idea would never have occurred to me and if it had I would have been both revolted and confused. But now it provided fuel for my nocturnal musings, reawakening my slumbering cock between my fingers after female-orientated thoughts had softened it.

Lying in the bed I'd once shared with my wife, I would imagine creeping up and kneeling alongside Adam's splayed-out body in the hotel room, and leaning forward to sniff the crevice between his buttocks through his stripy briefs. I'd use my own underwear, discarded after a day's wear, to help me imagine what Adam's might have smelt like, nuzzling my face into the material where it had been riding upward so intimately close to me. 

I'd sniff the sweaty odour on the damp material which had been between my legs, imagining it had seeped there from the raised hairy ridge behind my friend's balls. Then, while my hand gently worked up and down the hardening length of my cock, I'd work my way back from the gusset and relish the stronger, richer odour behind it. While I knew this was the smell of my own arse – a not uninteresting fragrance, I have to confess – I'd be telling myself that this was how Adam's backside would have been; that I was really inhaling from where his cheap-looking briefs had been pushed upwards by his trousers to caress his moist, puckered hole.

This was really the smell of my Best Man, if only I'd sneakily sniffed him as he'd gently snored that night before my wedding day.

Stroking myself more quickly beneath my duvet and rubbing my large hairy balls with my other hand, I would imagine easing his underwear to one side so that I could lick his moist hairy cleft, allowing the heady, pungent taste to guide me to his small, puckered anus. I would lap at his hole as if feeding from it, and imagine him pushing himself towards my face, unwittingly enjoying being gently entered by my warm, wet tongue in his drunken sleep.

If that wasn't enough to bring on my climax, I'd move on to imagine Adam waking up and, laughing about letting me enjoy one last night of being a bachelor, ripping off his briefs. I knew full well that in reality Adam would be mortified to find that I'd been violating him in such a way in his sleep, but in my imagination he would willingly bend over on all fours so that I could rim him properly, egging me on to tongue him deeper while he roughly wanked the erection which the ministrations of my mouth had brought about.

Or sometimes I'd imagine Steve's arse, hot and wet after a game of squash, with its hairy cleft exposed as he bent to take off his boxers before hitting the shower. With only the two of us in the changing rooms, he'd turn to me, still bending, and with a sly grin would say, "I know what you want... I've seen you checking me out... go on, Rob... lick it clean..." And I'd kneel down behind him and push my face towards his powerful odour, sweaty and rank in my nose and on my tongue.

By now I'd be beating my cock as fast as I could, my other hand holding the duvet up like a tent so that I didn't make a thumping sound against it. With the fantasy of having one or other man's arse in my face – my nose being tickled by his wiry anal hair and my tongue French kissing his acrid puckered opening – my cock would soon be spewing its pent-up liquid either into a hastily grabbed tissue or otherwise onto my pyjamas.

And then I'd lie in the darkness, feeling the chill of my sweat on my forehead and smelling the strong odour of my spent cock from beneath the duvet, and wonder with disgust what I was becoming.

===

I was curious to know whether our brief encounter had had any lasting effect on Guy. I'd see him occasionally, picking Simon up from college or at a parents' event, but I kept well out of sight in the background, unsure as to how I would respond if he were to speak to me.

I wondered if he, like me, had relived what had happened between us when he masturbated and had fantasized about doing it again. Whether he'd found himself thinking about other men sexually, as I had, and what he'd meant in the hotel room when he suggested that we might 'take things further' in the future.

It would have been a simple matter to get Jake to mention to Simon that I wanted to meet up with his dad for a drink sometime. And yet, as much as I enjoyed the fantasy of repeating what had happened between us, I didn't feel ready to actively seek a sexual encounter with another man.

I suppose it's strange that I felt like this because if Guy had sent a message through Jake to suggest we meet up, I'd have agreed to it in an instant. We'd have both known why we were getting together and where it would likely lead, and as long as he was the one instigating things, I'd have willingly – enthusiastically, probably – gone along with them.

But for me to be the one to approach another man for sex – no matter however well I dressed it up and couched it in euphemisms, it would still feel wrong.

===

One evening in late October, just after the clocks had gone back, I was having a drink with Adam after work. We were chatting together and something – maybe it was some joke he made – brought to my mind the recurrent fantasy I kept having about rimming him on the night before my wedding. With him sitting in front of me, smiling and talking, I felt a sudden pang of guilt that I had been thinking of him in that way.

When he got up to go to the toilet, I glanced over at him walking across the pub from behind, and found my eyes inexorably drawn to his solid, round buttocks. I was captivated by them, bobbing around in his dark grey work trousers which were tight enough to reveal an occasional hint of the hem of his briefs. I realised that my cock was slowly lengthening inside my trousers at the sight of Adam's arse and then I felt even more guilty. I shouldn't be thinking of him in this way; shouldn't be playing out fantasies about him.

And yet, that night, in spite of my best efforts, I couldn't get the sight of Adam's trouser-clad buttocks out of my head as I stroked myself in bed. I tried desperately to think of other things – fought with my cock to get it to respond to some fantasy about the barmaid in the pub or a woman I'd seen on the bus – but in the end I gave into my real desire.

Adam was in a toilet cubicle in the pub and I had my face buried into the back of his trousers. He'd worn them a few days and the smell of his arse was distinct on them. I imagined pressing my nose deep into him, low in his crack and right where his hole would be, and inhaling. In my bed, I used the hand that wasn't working my cock to reach between my legs, to push aside my heavy scrotum and extended a finger into my hot, hairy arse-crack. I drew a couple of circles around my puckered anus and then gently eased the tip of my finger into the moist hole. I slid it in and out a few times, feeling my cock stiffening and stroking it more quickly, and then brought my finger up to my nose to sniff it.

Yes – that's how Adam's arse would smell. Raw and dirty.

I was overwhelmed with excitement as I eagerly inhaled the smell of my own backside on my fingers. My cock swelled to a seemingly impossible hardness and I realised I was grunting as I roughly wanked it, my fist pounding like a drumbeat against my duvet. 

I dimly heard Jake get up to use the bathroom but I didn't care that my bedroom door was ajar and that I'd probably woken him. In my heightened state of sexual ecstasy, I was unable to quieten the noise I was making, and it didn't bother me that my bedsprings were creaking frantically like a rocking chair.

I was imagining Adam unbuckling his belt and hitching his trousers and briefs down to expose his naked arse to my face. My face was between his firm, round cheeks and I was inhaling his most intimate, most masculine, of smells – the same as the intoxicating odour on my own fingers. My forehead was wet with sweat and my armpits were dripping as I literally hammered my cock against my bedding.

With a couple of low gasps, I started cumming in copious spurts, surprised that such a powerful climax had managed to take me without warning. Even as Jake flushed the toilet and returned to his room, my fist continued its rhythmic beat against my duvet as I pumped squirt after squirt of semen from my twitching cock, panting for breath until both the outpouring and intensity of my orgasm had subsided.

Afterwards, as I lay there soaked with sweat and recovering my breath, still with my fingers at my nostrils, it occurred to me that at some point masturbation would no longer be enough. I was going to need a real man's arse in front of me.

And I wondered again about arranging to meet up with Guy...

===

The next morning, Jake made some comment over breakfast about not being able to sleep too well and threw me a rather accusatory look.

Blushing slightly, I muttered, "Oh yeah. Sorry about that."

I'd always encouraged openness about masturbation between the two of us, having experienced years of shame about doing it during my own adolescence, but we were normally both very discreet about it.

He shrugged. "It's just that I've got a Chemistry test today."

I apologised again. I felt embarrassed that I'd let myself get so carried away that I'd awoken him with the sounds of my climax.

He said, "It's okay. I guess it happens sometimes."

I smiled. This was Jake being all-grown-up about it.

"It was selfish of me, though," I admitted. "It won't happen again."

"Maybe you should close your bedroom door," he suggested.

I nodded. After Jake's mum left, I'd taken to leaving my bedroom door ajar so that I could hear him at night. It seemed that darkness brought to the surface the hurt he managed to conceal during the day and I'd go to comfort him when I could hear he was upset. He was, by now, well beyond needing my attentions at night, so perhaps it was time to start closing my door again.

As he finished off his breakfast, I considered asking him to mention to Simon that I'd like to meet up with his dad again. But I couldn't bring myself to. It was one thing to fantasize about what had happened between the two of us, but quite another to orchestrate a second encounter with the sole intention of it leading to sex.

I'd have to make do with my imagination and my hand – albeit more discreetly – for the time being. 

===

My discomfort about waking Jake with my noisy orgasm went a lot deeper than just the embarrassment of having my son hear me climax. After all, I'd heard orgasmic grunts from his bedroom on more than one occasion and I was sure that, in spite of the great efforts I made to masturbate as quietly as I could, he must have heard me gasping in pleasure once or twice.

I suppose I was disgusted with myself that it had been the excitement of sniffing my own arse on my finger, while imagining the smell belonged to another man, which had brought me to such a state of sexual abandonment.

Not that Jake could know that, of course. But I knew it and that was enough.

I started to wonder if maybe, though, the intense arousal I'd experienced held its own significance; whether, perhaps, I'd inadvertently stumbled across the key to understanding the fascination which had grown inside me since the night with Guy.

One of the books in the library had suggested that an interest in rimming might be borne from a desire to break taboos: the act of putting one's face near someone's bottom eliciting sexual excitement because of being so contrary to our accepted codes of conduct. This had struck me as over-simplistic when I'd read it, and what had happened the previous night served only to support that view.

It seemed, instead, that my fetish might have developed as an offshoot of my interest in the smells of my own body. It might just so happen that Guy's smells had been sufficiently similar to my own to trigger the intense erotic response which I'd experienced.

I was quite reassured by that hypothesis: it couldn't be natural to be disgusted by one's own body smells – one had, after all, grown up with them. It therefore stood to reason that some people might find such smells attractive.

I remembered how fascinated I'd once been by the smell and taste of my own semen; how I used to like to see if I could shoot it into my mouth when I climaxed. I'd sometimes reached down and licked the head of it as I wanked it, as the sharpness of the odour from its swollen head was so sexy to me. Perhaps that explained why I'd found the powerful scent of Guy's cock and balls so arousing.

And since I was so turned on by the smells of my genitals, it wasn't so far-fetched that I would also be aroused by some of the cruder and more carnal smells of my body – even those of another man whose body happened to secrete similar odours to my own. Once I'd discovered that such an unexpected sexual interest had lain dormant inside me for so long, it was inevitable – surely – that I'd seek out information about it on the internet and that my imagination would cook up an array of masturbatory fantasies.

I was greatly consoled by this line of reasoning which cast me merely as a man with a healthy interest in his own biology rather than as some filthy pervert who liked to sniff and lick other men's backsides.

I began to believe that, if I really had applied my face to Adam's backside in the pub toilet, as aesthetically attractive as his buttocks might have seemed from afar, I would have been appalled by the reality of pressing my nose between them. No doubt his odour, being different from mine and from Guy's, would have been rank and offensive to me.


Adam and Steve Ch. 01



Adam arrived at work a little late, not officially late, but late to him. He is usually there by six-thirty because some of the players come in to work out in the morning, so he is there if they need anything. Adam is the football coach of the private high school that he works for it is the beginning of the season. He has been working with his kids since near the end of summer, tryouts were done and over with, school had been in session for a few weeks now.

As Adam came though the sports complex he was turning on lights as his went, he was amazed as he ducked his head in the weight room and there were only two kids this morning. "Hey Coach." They both said at the same time as he waved and walked back out. He went through the locker room, some of the lights were on but not all and he turned them on as he was walking towards his office.

His office door stood wide open, which he knew he locked and closed the night before, he could see the principal of the school with a few parents that he didn't recognize. "Coach?"

"Mike?"

"Everyone this is Coach Adam Cort, Coach these are three transfers that would like to join the team."

Adam looked at the three boys and then at their parents. "They will have to try out."

"Coach they come from other schools and they were good on their teams." Mike responded.

"And the kids on this team are good as well, they will come to practice and I will see how they do. I have seen one maybe two of these boys play before."

"Coach, is there anything I can do to persuade you to let my boy on your team?" One of the fathers stated.

"No, there isn't, and I will not let that go against my judgement of your son. I know your son is a quarterback and I would like to see him in action. As I know this kid is a great tight end. This one I haven't seen before." He looked over at the end and saw a man standing with his son. "What do you play?"

"Full back, Sir."

"What school?"

"Out of state, played at Calgary High."

"What's your name?"

"Theodore Ames, Sir."

"You are a Sophomore?" The kid nodded. "You went to Garfield Middle School, played all three years?"

"Yes, Sir."

"I didn't know your father was in the picture."

"He's not this is my Uncle."

The principle spoke up. "I didn't know you would know this kid personally."

"I don't, I was asked to come watch him play by the high school and his coach as few years ago to give some pointers. Never spoke to him. But the coach was very concerned about him and gave me his background."

At that moment Jeff stopped in the office. "Coach." He didn't look up until he was in the office and saw everyone standing there.

"Yeah Jeff."

"Sorry Coach, I didn't know you were busy."

"No problem Jeff, hey can you take these three and show them around the complex. Pull Cody and Mike out of the weight room and get them warmed up a little, since they are in sweats they can do some drills."

"Yeah Coach."

"Jeff, when I am finished, I will come out and you can tell me what your issue is."

"Yes Coach." The kid looked back down at the ground for a second.

The three boys followed Jeff out the door and he was telling them where everything was then we couldn't hear them anymore. The principal looked at me again. "So are they on the team?"

"Benched until I see what they can do. But yeah they are on the team."

"Benched, you know what my boy can do." The one father that was trying to bribe him was getting upset.

"And I know what my kids can do; he will be benched until I see how well he works with the team." Adam said firmly.

That father stormed out and the principal looked at Adam. "Coach we will talk later."

"I am sure we will." Then the principal and the other father left and the Uncle stayed.

"Can I help you?" Adam looked at the man.

"Steve." He stuck his hand out and Adam took it. "Not going to tell you your job, but I am glad that you had seen my nephew before, I wouldn't have thought since he wasn't from this state."

Adam smiled and finally broke their handshake. "Just luck I guess. Do you live here or just visiting?"

Steve smiled. "I live here, my sister decided to move here to be closer to me, so Teddy can have a father figure in his life."

"Well that is nice of you." Steve was looking Adam up and down and Adam was him. When they both looked at each other they smiled. "I hope to see you at the games."

"Wouldn't miss them for the world." Both of their gaydars were going off, they smiled again and Steve left out of his office. Adam leaned against his desk for a minute smiling and then walked out to the field where the boys were warming up, he grabbed a few more kids as he walked through the complex.

Over the several months, Adam worked the three boys and the team slowly accepted them. Teddy was Steve's nephew, and every time they played Steve was in the stands watching. After every game Steve would be outside the locker room waiting for Teddy, one of the last one for the year, Steve told Teddy to head out to the car that he would like to talk to the Coach. Teddy told him that he would have to go into the locker room to his office that he was in there.

Teddy walked away and Steve went into the locker room. There were just a few more students left and he walked past them to Adams office and knocked on the frame of the door. "Enter." Adam said without looking up, he was expecting one of the kids to be standing there when he finished looking at some of the video of tonight's game. When he looked up he smiled. "Steve."

"Hey Coach, just wanted to stop in to tell you that you are doing a wonderful job with the kids."

Adam stood up and walked around the desk and stuck his hand out to Steve. "Thanks, but please call me Adam. Would you like to have a seat or did you have to leave right away?"

"Teddy is in the car."

They were interrupted by a player. "Coach everyone is gone and the equipment is all put away."

"Thanks Jack, see you Monday for practice."

"Yeah Coach, have a good night and weekend." Jack walked out and there was complete silence in the locker room.

Adam turned to Steve. "Now where were we?"

"Well, I am usually not this forward, and really it took me all season to ask this, so I guess it isn't so forward."

Adam chuckled. "What is it?"

"Adam, I was wondering if you would like to go out with me on a date." Steve looked at Adam, and Adam was just standing there motionless. "Or maybe I misread you."

"No, no you didn't misread me." He smiled at Steve. "Sure I would love to go out with you."

Steve blushed and smiled. "I didn't know if you wanted to wait until after football season was over or not, but you only have one more game right?"

"Yeah just one more, when would you like to go out?"

"Do you have any plans for tomorrow or did you want to wait until after the last game and we would go out next Saturday?"

Adam smiled. "Tomorrow is good, you want me to pick you up or vice versa?"

Steve chuckled now. "Well since I was the one that did the asking, it only would be fair if I was the one driving, right?"

"Sure thing, so tomorrow it is." Adam wrote down his address and phone number for him.

"Oh, I should ask this, are you out?"

"Yes Steve I am out, all my kids know, I make it a point that everyone knows, so they are not blindsided. Don't want a kid to find out they have been showering in front of me, and feel uncomfortable about it. There are even cameras in my office so the administration can make sure I am not doing anything."

"That is terrible, but thanks for telling me, I will remember never to kiss you in here." He smiled.

Adam chuckled. "Thank god there isn't sound." Steve blushed.

"Are you heading out soon?"

"Yeah I will walk you out, give me a sec to grab the footage of tonight's game, I would like to look it over. If you want, you could drop Teddy off and stop over and have a beer and watch with me."

"I would like that, but let me check and make sure Teddy will be ok, his mom is out of town this week so he is staying with me."

"Sure, you have my address and phone. If I don't see you tonight, I will tomorrow."

Adam grabbed everything that he needed and headed out beside Steve. He held the door for Steve and when he closed and locked it, they headed out the main doors. Their two cars were the last in the parking lot and Teddy was waiting in Steve's.

"Well I will call you in a bit Adam." They shook hands again and parted ways. When Steve made it to his car he looked over to the other end of the lot to see Adam made it to his, waved and got in, he looked over at Teddy, which had been staring at the two of them and how they were reacting to one another. "What?"

"Really, my coach, Steve?"

"Do you have something against me dating him?"

"Yes and no. I don't want to be shown favoritism or have the other guys know, but no because you can do what you want to do."

"Well thank you for letting me decide who I can or cannot date. By the way, are you going to be ok tonight, I was going to go out for a bit." Steve smiled.

"With the Coach?"

"Yeah I was going to meet up with Adam at his house."

"Whatever just take me to your house and go."

Steve took Teddy home and went in to shower, he didn't want to smell like the stands. He shaved, dressed in clean clothes and went to leave the house when Teddy stopped him. "You look good, Steve. I hope that you and the Coach get along. Thanks for at least waiting for the end of football, but you have to break up by baseball season." Teddy smiled.

When Adam got home he also showered, he didn't know if Steve would really come over but he didn't want to smell too bad for him, if he did show. He pulled on some sweats and a t-shirt then he looked at himself in the mirror and changed, he grabbed some jeans out and left the t-shirt on. Adam quickly picked up his living room and then settled down in front of the TV to watch the game.

He got a text from Steve stating that he was on his way and that he would see him in a bit. Adam smiled when he heard the knock at the door, he was a little nervous when he realized it has been over two years since he has dated anyone. He opened the door to Steve standing there with a six pack and a fifth of whiskey. "I didn't know which one or any you would like to drink. I hope you don't mind."

"No, not at all. Please come in and we will get some shot glasses and put the beer in the fridge."

They sat down and started talking and laughing about things, they were having a great time with one another. They actually forgot about the whiskey, Adam did go and grab them both a beer but they didn't even finish those. When Steve got up to use the bathroom, Adam stayed on the couch and waited for him. When Steve returned instead of sitting at the far end of the couch he sat closer to Adam and had turned sideways on the couch to talk to him.

They hadn't realized that time had escaped them, not that it wasn't after ten when Steve came over, but it was well after four in the morning when they were still talking. Adam leaned in to see if Steve would like to kiss and Steve was very receptive, he kissed back and they started to fondle one another though their shirts and jeans. Steve broke one of the many kisses. "Just this nothing more, tonight."

"Yeah." Adam smiled and went back to kissing Steve; he would kiss his neck, jaw and checks. Both men were moaning and humping against the other man's hand, they would systematically stop every once in a while so they didn't cum in their pants but they got too close many of times.

After a while Steve had to push Adam away, if he didn't he was going to cum and he didn't want to go home in wet jeans. "We have to stop." Adam moaned, Steve laughed at him. "I can't go home in wet jeans.

"Ok, take them off."

"No, we are going to get to know one another first."

"I know." Adam took a deep breath. "So where are we going tonight, how should I dress?"

"Slacks and a button up, would be suitable." Steve smiled. "Not going to tell you where we will be going."

"That is fine, remember pay backs are hell." Adam smiled and reached over and pulled Steve in for another kiss.

"MMMMmm, well if they come with your kisses then it can't be all that bad. I better go before I can't." Adam walked Steve to the door, he raised his hands and cupped Steve face and leaned in one more time and kissed him. "I will pick you up about six." He looked at his watch and chuckled, it was after seven in the morning. "I guess we better get some sleep or we will be sleeping at the dinner table."

"See you later this evening." They kissed once more and Adam opened the door and Steve left out. Adam watched him walk down the hall and out the door, than he shut his apartment door and went straight to the bedroom and stripped, he was so hard he had to rub one out before it got too painful.

He grabbed some lube out of the bedside table and squirted some in his hand, he knew he would last long, they had edged too many times tonight. Adam started off slow, he started thinking about the six foot tall man that was just in his arms. Steve had light sandy blonde hair, green eyes and a wonderful chiseled face for what he believe that he as geek of some sort. He could feel that Steve worked out some, because his chest and abdomen was firm, he can't wait until he gets to see that. It wasn't long before his hand was just a blur on his cock, and he was grunting, shaking and squirting his cum all over his stomach and chest, he fell back on the bed and quickly fell to sleep.

Steve was smiling the entire way home, he couldn't believe they had kissed for hours, literally for over three hours. They had a fun time just talking and laughing, they didn't drink but a little, they pretty much poured themselves some shots but sat them down and forgot to drink, same with the beer.

When Steve finally pulled into his driveway he was still smiling and walked up to the house. He walked in the door and was immediately looked at by his nephew and another player from the team, Scott. They were playing on one of the many game consoles that Teddy has.

"You been playing all night?" Steve asked.

"Could ask you the same question, Steve." Steve looked at his nephew. "REALLY did you really have to fuck the Coach?"

"One, don't swear around me and two, it is none of your business, but we didn't fuck."

"Sure then what's with the smile that is plastered on your face and your clothes are a mess, your lips are red and swollen and do you realize that it is nine hours later?"

"I am the adult here, let's not forget that."

Scott spoke up. "You're dating the coach?"

"Tonight will be our official date, we just hung out last night."

"So that is what they are calling it these days?" Steve looked at Scott. "The hickey on your neck kind of disagrees with that and Teddy said you two were together for nine hours, wouldn't that be considered a date?"

Steve laughed, "Why am I talking about my dating life with two teenagers?" Then he blushed. "Really did he give me a hickey?"

Both of the boys at the same time said yes.

"I am going to bed." Steve left the living room and headed off to his bedroom.

"Really he is going to date the Coach?" Scott asked.

"I guess so, my life is going to suck."

"Why?"

"Because the Coach will be nicer to me."

"I doubt that, the Coach isn't nice to anyone. My older brother had him and he is still the same. Well he was a little nicer than, but not after his boyfriend left."

Steve had walked out to go to the kitchen when Scott said something about the Coach's boyfriend, when he came back out of the kitchen he stopped. "What was that about boyfriend left?"

"I don't know the whole story but it was two or so years ago that the coach threw his boyfriend out of his house, at least that is the story. I don't know why I couldn't get that from my brother, I don't know if he knew, but the Coach doesn't even live in his own house anymore, he got an apartment after that and stays there, he has friends that stay at his house."

"Interesting, thanks for the heads up, maybe we will have to talk about previous relationships at some point if this goes anywhere."

"If, Steve?" Teddy asked.

"Well, it isn't etched in stone, we are just getting to know one another."

"Well did you like what you know about him so far?"

Steve smiled. "Yeah."

"Do you think he likes what he knows about you so far?"

"I think so, considering everything we talked about and the chemistry that we shared this morning."

"Ewww, I didn't want to know about that."

"We didn't fuck, I swear to you. All our clothes stayed on."

"Yeah whatever you say, Steve."

"Whatever, I am going to bed. See you guys in a few hours."

Steve walked back to his bedroom, stripped and laid down on the bed, he thought about everything that they did over the nine hours, he was amazed that he wasn't a little whore and went all the way with Adam this morning. He chuckled to himself, he needs to not give into sex for at least a few dates, he really doesn't know if the Coach is a love 'em and leave 'em type of guy. He hopes not, because he is starting to really like the Coach. He thought about jacking off, but then he would hate if one of the kids happen to come into his room when he was doing it, he decided to just roll over and try to sleep, which sleep amazingly came quickly.

Adam woke at two that afternoon, he was tired still but he didn't want to sleep the rest of the day away, he knew he had things he had to do. One was the grocery store, his fridge was bare, he was almost out of beer if Steve wouldn't have brought some with him. He wished he knew where they were going to go tonight, but Steve wouldn't tell him. He got up and showered and left straight out for the store, he wanted to make sure he was home and ready for when Steve came.

Steve woke at three, he couldn't believe he slept so long he got up and found the boys passed out on the couch. He doesn't know why they couldn't just go to bed and shut the TV and game off, no they fall asleep while playing it and leave everything on. He walked over to the TV and shuts everything down, then he walks to the kitchen to get himself a glass of water.

Steve decided he needs to get his clothes out and iron them, he had been planning on taking Adam out for a long time he just couldn't get his nerve up sooner. He even got reservations at the new French restaurant in town, he made the reservations over a month prior. He wanted to impress the Coach and he knew it wouldn't be an easy restaurant to get into. He couldn't believe he waited until the day before the last reservation to ask him, not like taking it right down to the wire. 'Oh shit' he said to himself, he forgot that this is a jacket and tie restaurant, he knows Adam has them, so he will have to just make sure he makes him put them on before they leave his house.

Adam was nervous again, he didn't know why, he had a wonderful night with Steve. He changed shirts a few times, he finally decided on black and black, he hopes he looks good for Steve. He started second guessing his decision when he heard the knock at the door, he smiled, breathed deep and opened the door. His smile widen when he saw Steve standing there in a black suit, white shirt, blue swirly tie and had a single red rose in his hand, 'oh boy' he thought, they were going to butt heads on who was the most masculine. Not that he didn't like the fact that he gave him a rose, but he thinks they were going to butt heads a bit.

"Hello, you are a little early."

"Sorry, when I was getting ready I realized where I was taking you had a dress code, so I wanted to make sure that you had time to change if needed. But I wish you could stay this way." Steve was looking at Adam, Adam was just a little taller than he maybe about six-two. He had very wide shoulders and could just picture the triangle body up under his clothes, the top two buttons that were unbuttoned on Adams shirt that allowed him to see his black chest hair against his tan skin. Adams black hair was trimmed above his ears, a very short haircut, what got Steve was when he first looked at the coach, he was expecting brown eyes, but they were this beautiful china blue.




Adam and Steve Ch. 01



"Jacket and tie I take it?"

"Yeah, hope it isn't a problem."

"No problem." Adam smiled at him. "Would you like to pick it out?" Hoping that maybe he could get a little kissing in while asking him to help tie his tie.

Steve followed Adam to his room and they walked into his small walk in closet. "Wow, you have a few clothes. Let's see, I like the black and black, they are nice silky pants, do you have a jacket to match?" Adam pull the matching jacket off a hanger, then Steve turned to the ties and pulled a red silk tie off the tie rack. "This will make you stand out a bit." Steve smiled. "Do you mind?" Adam shook his head.

Steve reached up and turned Adams collar up and buttoned the two buttons up and the last one up at the collar, than looped the tie around his neck. He watch how much length he was leaving and proceeded to tie the tie, when he folded down his collar, Adam leaned in for a kiss. "You sure you want to go out tonight?"

"Mmmm, no, but we are going to go." Steve smiled and pecked his cheek and walked back out to his bedroom. Adam caught up with him and wrapped his arms around Steve waist and kissed the back of his neck. "You are something else, Adam. Please let's go before we can't."

"Sure." Adam laughed a little as he ushered Steve from his room. "Where we going?"

"You will see when we get there."

Adam just shook his head and they headed out the door, they got into Steve's car and was off. When they drove downtown and found a parking spot they had a few blocks to walk to the restaurant. "Wow, this place isn't easy to get into." Adam looked at Steve. "Steve how long have you been planning on asking me out?"

Steve didn't say anything they had walked up to the desk and he was talking to the hostess. "Good evening, Sir."

"Good evening, reservations for Steve Ames."

"Yes, Sir, your table is ready, would you please follow me."

They were taken to the far side of the restaurant and seated and a very intimate table, it had a red table cloth, with white cloth napkins folded in fan shapes on top of the menus. There were water glasses, wine glasses, and several different pieces of silverware setting there. Adam felt like Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman not knowing what fork goes for what.

"Please do not look at the cost, I would like to choose for you, if you wouldn't mind." Steve asked as Adam was about to pick up the menu.

"Steve there are no prices on this menu."

"Good, then you will not know." Steve smiled at him. "Do you mind if I order?" Adam shook his head. "Are you allergic to anything and do you like seafood?"

"No and I like most everything."

"Ok, thank you." The waiter came over and Steve started talking with him, saying they would do the tasting menu which was a six course dinner. He ordered two different selections from each section until he got to the main course, which he did ask Adam if he would prefer beef, lamb, duck or rabbit. Adam surprised Steve and told him rabbit. Then he ordered the last two courses, which were soup and dessert.

Throughout the dinner, when each course was served it was paired with a different wine. Each glass of wine was only a quarter full, but if the waiter noticed they finished the wine before the course was finished he would come and pour another quarter glass, but when the course was cleared he would take the wine away so they could cleanse their palates for the next course.

There was never any silence during the entire two hour dinner, they were talking about anything and everything. The one thing that Adam never did ask Steve was what he did for a living, Adam knew this place was not cheap, he knew what it cost because he had taken his ex Ben to a French restaurant when they had gone to New York for a vacation and nearly paid six hundred for the two of them to have a six course dinner like this.

When the dessert dishes were taken away, coffee was served, it was nearing nine. "Thank you for a wonderful dinner."

"It was my pleasure Adam."

Adam remember just then that he had asked Steve a question when they first walked into the restaurant and re-asked it. "Steve how long have you been planning this?"

"For a while, as I told you, I was trying to get my nerve up to ask you."

"But you gave me the choice or this Saturday or the following one, did you have reservations for both weekends?"

Steve smiled, "No, just this weekend, and a few other weekends in the past. I didn't want to keep canceling on this place, so I had to get my nerve up and ask you out."

"Well I am glad you did, but I wish you would let me at least pay half, this place is awfully expensive."

"Adam, I asked you out, not to go dutch, you are just going to have to get use to me spoiling you."

Adam just sat back and looked at Steve, should he ask the question of what he does for a living or not. God he didn't want to pry, shit he knew they just spent near six hundred if not more. The waiter did come over with the check and sat it down on the edge of the table, Steve didn't even open the booklet he just sat his credit card on top, his black card, and the waiter was back a few minutes later to collect it.

Adam sat back and stared at Steve, 'he has a black card, holy fuck, who is this guy', he thought to himself. 'Maybe he is out of my league why would he even think that a coach at a high school would be interesting.'

"What are you thinking about Adam?" Steve saw the look of confusion in his eyes.

"Wondering who you are and why you would be interested in me."

"What do you mean, who am I. I am Steve Ames." He chuckled at that. "I am interested in you because you are what I like, Adam."

"Yeah but who is Steve Ames, what do you do?"

"I am a lawyer."

"Just a lawyer, Steve?"

"I am a lawyer, I do mostly pro bono cases because I don't need the money. I come from a very wealthy family and I am living off of my trust fund mostly. I also work for my families company, when a lawyer is needed."

"Why?"

"Why what?"

"Why work, most wealthy people in these parts don't."

"Because I enjoy it, I was the typical rich kid growing up, I didn't want to go to school and when I was there the first time, I partied so much I flunked out. When I was twenty five I decided it was time I did something with my life and went back to school, did the bachelors all over again and then went to law school. When I was first out I went to work for my father and I hated it, but I didn't have access to my trust fund yet so he told me if I wanted to live that I needed to work. After a few years, I walked into one of those free law clinics they run throughout the city and I found out I enjoyed giving my time to the less fortunate. When my father realized this, at first he was mad that I would waste my talent by giving it away free, but then he saw that I enjoyed it and began to understand that this was how I was."

"I wouldn't have guessed that you were a lawyer or that you were rich."

"I don't flaunt my wealth, that is not who I am, I live in a very modest home and you saw what I drive."

"And you are interested in a coach?"

"Let's get out of here, and we can talk about your ex-boyfriends."

"Do we really need to?"

"I have my own questions, so yeah, would you like to come to my place or yours."

"Let's see how the other half lives."

"I told you I live in a very modest house and just remember Teddy is there."

"Maybe having Teddy there would be a good thing, we can get some talking in, instead of lots of kissing that could lead to the bedroom."

"Ok." The waiter had long since returned the booklet to the table, Steve pulled it towards him, signed the copy, added the tip to the charge and pulled his card out to put back in his wallet that he left on the table the entire time they were talking. "Shall we go than?" Steve stood and reached his hand out for Adam, which he took it as he stood and Steve lend in for a kiss before they turned and walked from the dining area.

The drive home was not fill completely with nonstop talking they did talk, they were holding hands as Steve drove. Steve was rubbing his thumb over the soft back of Adams hand, Adam smiled all the way to Steve's home. When they arrived to a very modest neighborhood and pulled into a driveway, Adam was amazed, that Steve didn't live far from his own house. He lived across town from his apartment but his house was a few blocks away.

They walked into the house to find not only Teddy in the living room, but two other players, Scott and Jeff. When they saw Adam, they all sat up straight and all said at the same time, "Hello Coach."

"Boys"

Steve and Adam walked passed them, "Would you like a beer."

"Would love one."

They walked through the kitchen, Steve grabbing the beers as they walked into the family room to sit down and start talking. Before sitting down they both removed their jackets and ties.

In the other room the boys were talking low, "What's the coach doing here, Teddy?" Jeff asked.

"I don't know." Teddy responded.

"I am going to go get a coke anyone want anything?" Jeff asked.

"You just want to know what they are doing."

Jeff smiled and jumped up and ran into the kitchen, he was taking his time at the fridge looking as he was eavesdropping.

"So, tell me what your ex's were like?" Adam asked, when they finally sat down.

"Well, I went through a lot of boyfriends over the years, most of them were rich little bitches. My last few that I found that I liked the most were down to earth guys. It took me a long time to figure out that the reason I like living a simple life is that I really enjoyed the company of someone that isn't wealthy. I hope that doesn't bother you. I am not saying that you aren't rich, because I don't know if you are or not, but you live the life that you want to live not what your parents have told you, or your wealth has told you to live."

"Not offended. I actually understand what you are saying. I am not from a poor family either but not from one as rich as yours seems to be. But I like the life that I am living. I didn't have very many boyfriends though, mainly one, his name was Ben."

"How did you meet?"

"In high school, I was the quarterback and he was the drama queen." Adam laughed. "I think I loved him a first sight, of course I couldn't let anyone know that I was gay back then. So I would sneak over to his house or he would come over to mine when no one was around."

Jeff decided that he needed to find a reason to stay to listen to more so he started looking through the cupboards; finally he just gave up and sat down on the kitchen floor to listen.

"Ben and I went to the same college, I was recruited for football, along with my best friend Kip. We were supposed to go to the pros together but Ben begged me not to go, so I used my physical education degree and became a gym teacher and coach. Not that I don't like it, but sometimes I wish I would have went to the pros like Kip."

"Is Kip still in the pros?"

"Yep and he is still my best friend, of course when it isn't football season. I will have to introduce you sometime."

"So what happened with Ben?"

Adam looked down at his hands for a minute than looked up. "The last time I found him cheating on me, I kicked him out. I had come home from an away game early, I was just the assistant coach then. The other team had most of their players come up sick so the game was canceled, I headed back a day earlier than the team. I wanted to surprise Ben because we had left the day of our anniversary, so I picked up flowers for him, I knew he would be home because he worked the midnight shift at the police station."

"So he is a police officer?"

"Yeah, well I came home and I was walking back towards our bedroom and there he was, fucking his best friend from high school, or I should say his friend was fucking him, I didn't even know he was gay."

"I am sorry, Adam."

"It wasn't the first time, but it was the last time that he was going to cheat on me. I waited until they were finished before I told them both to get out of my house and then I walked out, I stop back every once in a while to get something that I want out of my room, but I don't stay in my own house anymore, that is when I went out and got the apartment."

"Has he tried to talk to you?"

"Yeah a few months later, he was begging me to take him back. He showed up at my apartment one day, with a black eye. As always, he told me he made a mistake but it was my fault too because I was out of town a lot and he was lonely. I asked him how many times he cheated on me; he couldn't even tell me the truth."

"How many times did you catch him?"

"Three, but I know there were others, I just didn't want to think about it, or admit it to myself. I asked him how he could risk my health by fucking these guys bareback, he told me he was sorry that he wasn't thinking."

"Did he give you anything?"

"No, I got myself tested that day and then every month for six months to make sure. I haven't been with anyone since Ben. Not that I didn't want to, just how do you meet anyone when your life revolves around a male sport that most guys are straight as an arrow. I know there are gay guys but most didn't interest me, and the rest were just out for a quickie or had a ring around their finger and I wasn't into that."

"And then I show up at your office."

Adam smiled. "And then you show up. We should end for the night, I am sure Jeff is getting tired of sitting on the kitchen floor."

Steve laughed, "I am sure he is. I will take you home."

"Nah, I think I will walk to my house, and sleep there tonight."

"If you want you can stay here, we don't have to do anything."

"Yeah and get the kids to talking and possible be uncomfortable. Nah it is ok, thank you again for the wonderful dinner, it is my treat tomorrow, if you would like to go out with me." Adam leaned into Steve for a kiss and was rewarded when Steve wrapped his arms around Adam's neck and pulled him in for a long earth shattering kiss. "Mmmm, I better go before I can't."

Adam stood and picked up his jacket and tie, Steve walked him to the door and they stepped out onto the porch. They stood there talking for a bit longer and kissed a few more times, the kids were in the window watching and when they looked over they all dropped to the floor. "Wow, have times changed, where before people would think two men kissing was gross, but the kids growing up today seem to have a better understanding of sexuality sometimes."

"Sometimes yes. Are you sure you don't want me to take you to your apartment?"

"Yeah, really my house is just a couple blocks from here, I will probably scare the hell out of my friends, but they will get over it quick." Adam smiled, with that he kissed Steve one more time and walked down the street.

Steve watched him until he couldn't see him anymore and walked back into the house. "Why are you kids so damn nosey?"

"Sorry Steve, but I really was just getting something from the kitchen." Jeff responded.

"For an hour Jeff? Anyways, I am going to bed." Steve walked into the kitchen for a glass of water, he grabbed up his jacket and tie and headed off to his room. He hopes that Adam and he will continue to get to know one another. He waited a bit and texted Adam to make sure he made it to his home safely.

'Did you make it home?'

'Yeah, talking with my friend.'

'Ok, have a goodnight, would you like to do breakfast in the morning?'

'That sounds like a plan, text when you wake, so I know when the best time to walk back over.'

'Ok, have a good night.'

'Thank you again for the wonderful night.'

***

Adam had walked the few blocks over to his house, and when he keyed himself into the house his friend Matt was watching TV with a few other people and when he looked over at Adam, he jumped up and hugged him. "Shit man, what the hell are you doing here?"

"Was in the neighborhood, without a car and decided if I still had a bed here I would sleep here."

"Of course you still have your room, man. Why don't you have your car?"

"Was on a date."

"That bad that you didn't want a ride home from him?"

"No, we were at his home and no it wasn't going bad, on the contrary it is going great, but if I would have stay we would have gone further than we had planned, so I decided to leave."

"Would he have taken you home?"

"Yes Mom, but I decided to come and see my family. Anyways...." The text came in from Steve and he smiled, while they were exchanging texts. "Anyways, now it seems I have a breakfast date."

"Come in and sit down will you, you can meet your new tenant."

Matt sat back down with his girlfriend Sarah, Adam and she hugged. Than Matt introduced Adam to Caleb. They didn't say anything more than hi, and then Matt was back to asking questions.

"So who is this new guy, tell me all about him?"

"We only had technically one date but we hung out as well. He is the uncle of one of my kids."

"Well what does he look like?" Sarah asked.

Adam laughed. "Tall, dark and handsome."

"Yeah that isn't you. He is blonde, or close to, at least your height if not a little shorter and being blonde he probably had green or blue eyes."

Adam smiled. "Green."

"What does he do for a living?"

"Lawyer."

"What type?" Sarah asked.

"I don't know, he does pro bono work in one of those free clinics and he works for his families company, and don't ask, I don't know what his family does, I didn't ask."

"What's his name?"

"Boy Sarah, you are a little pushy for not seeing me in a long time." Adam laughed.

"Well?"

"Steve Ames."

"You said Ames?"

"Yeah Steve Ames, why?"

"He is a little older than you, right?"

"A few years."

"You know his brother."

"No I don't, I don't recall any Ames."

"Probably because you didn't know his last name, do you remember Jack Ames? Jack hung around Ben, it was always Ben and Jack all the time."

"Jack doesn't look anything like Steve."

"Jack was adopted. Not sure if Steve was, but Jack was."

"No, I would remember if we all went to the same school."

"Steve would have been a senior when you were either in eighth or ninth grade, think about it he is a good four to five years older than you, right?"

"I have to know this now." Adam pulled his phone out and called Steve.

"Miss me already?" Steve answered with.

"Sort of." Adam smiled. "But really I have a question for you."

"Shoot."

"Do you have a brother named Jack that would be my age?"

"Yes."

"Oh shit, it is a small world."

"Why?" Steve asked.

"Jack is who was in bed with Ben that day I walked in on them."

"Can I come over?"

"Yeah, 418 Clover Street, the door is open."

***

Steve sat up straight in the bed when Adam told him that Jack was the one sleeping with Ben, 'Holy Shit.' He called his brother right then.

"Hey Steve what's up?"

"Who are you seeing right now?"

"You called me up to ask who I am seeing, Steve?"

"Just tell me Jack, right now?"

"Ben Carson, my best friend from High School. Why?" Ben looked at Jack wondering why Steve was asking about him.

"Oh Shit, this is going to be awkward."



Adam and Steve Ch. 02



Author Note:

No Sex in this Chapter, but it is a cumming. ;)

*****

"Why, what is going to be awkward?" Jack asked.

"Nothing I will talk to you later." Steve went to hang up, then he thought better, he was actually mad at Jack for how he stole someone's man. "Shit, Jack really did you have to fuck with a taken man?"

"What the hell do you mean by that?"

"You know you fucked a man that was in a relationship and now you have him. Why didn't you tell us how you landed your boyfriend huh?"

"I don't think it was any of your fucking business, how I landed my boyfriend. Why does it matter to you and how did you find out?"

"Because I am dating Adam Cort, he apparently put two and two together, you better have not messed this up for me."

Jack started laughing. "I don't care if I did, I don't give a fuck, I have who I want. Anyways, you are messing with what few hours I have left with Ben tonight. Talk to you later, Steve."

Jack hung up on Steve. "What was that all about?" Ben asked.

"Apparently, Steve has the hots for Adam."

"My Adam?"

"He isn't your Adam anymore, remember? I don't have to beat that into you anymore do I?"

"No Jack." Ben looked down. "I am not with Adam anymore, I am with you. I know my place now."



Steve walked out into the living room completely clothed and the boys looked up. "I will be back later, if you need anything call me."

"No problem Steve, where you going?"

"Going to see Adam, we need to talk about something."

"You look upset, did something happen in the short time he has been gone? You two are ok, right?" Teddy asked.

"Yeah something happened, but we are fine, I hope."

Steve left the house and drove the short distance over to Adams home. He pulled his car up to the curb and walked to the door, as he was walking up Adam opened the door and stepped out. "I didn't know Adam, I swear."

"I didn't either it was my friends that pointed out the last name. I didn't even realize that we all went to the same school."

"I didn't know how Jack and Ben got together, it wasn't like he could say in normal family conversation, oh by the way how I scored my boyfriend was when I slept with him in his lover's bed and we were caught."

"Steve I believe you, I am not mad. It was over two years ago, even if it wasn't Jack that day it would have been someone. I knew Ben strayed, catching him in the act sealed the deal and I never wanted to ever see him like that again."

"You said you caught him before."

"Yeah, but never having sex, it was either they were out on a date, thinking I was out of town or once I went to surprise him at work and I saw him kissing someone. He didn't know I was there, I just left and when he came home we got into it."

"I am sorry, I hope this doesn't affect us."

"It's water under the bridge, I don't know what it would be like at your family functions for us and that is if you get together for anything. I still would like to try this, if you are?"

Steve stepped closer to Adam, put his arms around his neck and pulled him in for a kiss. "Ahhhh." Sarah came out on to the porch with Matt in tow.

Adam pulled out of the kiss and smiled. "Steve, these are my friends Sarah and Matt, we have known one another since childhood."

Steve stepped away from Adam and stuck his hand out to shake. "Nice to meet you Sarah and Matt."

"Why don't we all just go to the family room where we can be comfortable?" Adam suggest.

They all talked for about an hour, about how Adam and Steve met and the uncomfortable topic of Jack and Ben. But then Sarah and Matt excused themselves from the room to head to bed, which Caleb had done when they first came into the room.

Steve turned to Adam when they were finally alone. "I would really like to get to know you Adam, I hope the shit my brother did won't screw this up for us."

Adam closed the distance and kissed Steve, "No" kiss "I" kiss "think" kiss "this" kiss "will" kiss "be" kiss "good". Then he pulled Steve in for a deep soul searching kiss, that got them both hard in an instant and they both moaned. "Would you like to take this to the bedroom or back to my apartment?"

"Do you think we will be able to make it to your apartment?" Steve asked, he knew he wanted to wait, but he really wanted Adam right now.

"Well, I don't have any lube or condoms here, and we can't go back to your place, with three kids there." Adam kissed him again. "Maybe we should be adults about this and wait."

"Yeah adults." Steve kissed Adam again. "I better go before I can't." Steve moaned as he kissed Adam one more time and stood.

"Still up for breakfast this morning?"

"Yeah, call me when you want to be picked up."

"I will walk over, leave your door unlocked so I can get in. I will be waiting in your living room for you." Adam smiled, he knew he wouldn't be, that he would call first before he even stepped out his door.

"Yeah I see you sometime in the morning. Good night."

"Good night." Adam walked Steve out, kiss him and watched him drive away. "I am going to have to control myself better, or I am going to be too much of a slut for this man." Adam told himself.



A few weeks had gone by, Adam and Steve spent as much time as possible together, it was easier once Teddy's mother had returned and he was back with her. Adam and Steve did come to a compromise that morning at breakfast, they decided to take things slow, that they knew the moment had to be right for them to go to bed together. But it didn't stop there relentless kissing and groping sessions, and they were actually able to sleep in one another's beds.

One day when Teddy was back staying at Steve's for a few weeks, Adam finally asked the question he has been wanting to ask for a long time. They were sitting in the family room while Teddy and Jeff were in the living room playing some shoot 'em up game. "Can I ask a question, you can tell me it is no of my business but I have been wondering about it a long time?"

"Sure, what is it?" Steve looked at Adam.

"I have noticed you have Teddy more than his Mom, what is going on?"

"Want the honest answer." Adam nodded. "My sister Cindy doesn't want to be a Mom, after she got pregnant and her boyfriend left her, I took care of Teddy more than she did. I had a house near them there, but I told her she needed this past year to move home. She maintains her house there, and I just keep Teddy."

"How often were you out there?"

"All in all about ten months a year, I would fly out there as much as I could, when I didn't have something out here to work on. I tried to be a father to Teddy as much as I could be. I would bring Teddy here during the summer months, but I don't know why I just didn't take custody of Teddy a long time ago."

"Did you ever hide your sexuality from him?"

"In the beginning I did, but one morning when he was here during the summer he asked me about the man that would keep coming by to see me. He told me he saw us kissing, sometimes I am not sure about Teddy's sexuality because I have never seen him look at a girl, but I haven't even seen him look at a guy either."

"Well, he is just sixteen, he still has time to decide that. Thanks for trusting me with the information."

"You said when you first met us that you were asked by the coaches out there to come and see how he plays."

"Yeah, I did. It was really a lie, I was out there for other reasons, Bill his middle school coach and Jeff the high school coach, asked me to come out just to check his form. They had a feeling that he would be moving to this area, and were hoping that he would be at my school."

"How did they know?"

"I don't know, they never told, maybe Teddy informed them that he was going to be moving."

"My sister and I argued about it a lot, so maybe he realized that I was going to get my way." Steve looked at Adam. "When did you go out there?"

"I was out visiting Bill, it was just after I found Ben and Jack in bed together, I asked for a quick leave of absence, I told them I just needed to get away for two weeks, and went and visited Bill. Since it was football season I sat in on the practice and games for those two weeks. Bill's buddy Jeff was the high school coach and he was just trying to inflate my ego because Bill told him I was drafted for the pros and didn't go, so he begged me to come to his practices and Bill and I watched their games on Fridays."

"How was he trying to inflate your ego?"

"Jeff told all his kids that I should have went to the pros and then he got word out that we were going to have a pick-up game on Saturday. Bill, Jeff and I plus nineteen other guys showed up on the football field and we played, shit that was a great day. No helmets or padding, just twenty two of us playing a full contact sport for fun. Both the middle and high school teams along with a lot of adults showed up to watch, I don't know how they found out, maybe one of the guys that showed up had a kid, don't know."

"Would love to see you play again."

"Again?"

"I was there that weekend, I was with Teddy. He told me he wanted to go with his friends down to the football field because there were going to be a bunch of adults plus his coaches playing. I couldn't resist seeing a bunch of guys getting all sweaty." Steve laughed. "Of course I didn't know you at the time, so I didn't know I was watching you."

"Well unfortunately, I don't get to play that often." I took a moment since we could hear the boys playing, to kiss him. "When Kip comes home at the end of the season, we tend to get a game together with some of our old friends and even some of his teammates but that won't be for a another month."

"You have talked about Kip before."

Adam smiled. "He is and always will be my best friend, Kip Wilson, he plays for the 49ers right now. He keeps telling me every year he is going to retire so he can do what he loves, but then every year he gets his contract and stays."

"Would love to meet your best friend."

"Soon, you will."



Christmas came around, Adam and Steve have been dating now for almost two months, football season ended the first week of November, they played one state championship game and was crushed, so their season ended that week.

Steve knew there was a big party at his father's business that everyone would be attending and he wanted to take Adam but he also knew that Jack and possibly Ben were going to be there. He didn't know if he should ask or just avoid their first possible meeting. "Steve, what is up? You look stressed."

"The holidays that is all, and there is sort of a family get together, it is the company business Christmas party but it is also our family Christmas party."

"And you want me to go, but you don't want to ask me because you know Jack and Ben are going to be there."

"Yes."

"I told you we will deal with this as it comes, I would love to go to your family's business Christmas party."

"Thank you."

"What do I need to wear?"

"Oh I will take care of that, you just need to show up for the fitting."

"The fitting." Steve just smiled.



Adam and Steve pulled up in front of this mansion. "Why did we have to take a limo to your parents' house?"

"So if we get drunk we won't have to stay the night here."

"Touché." Adam smiled.

The door to the limo opened and they both looked up and laughed and went to get out. When Steve stood up he reached out for Adam and he took his hand and got out of the limo, Steve pulled Adam close and kissed him and then straighten his bow tie. "Are you ready for this, meeting my family for the first time."

"As ready as I ever will be, worse case I will be in the corner with Teddy." Adam stated then thought about it. "Will Teddy be here?"

"He will probably be somewhere in the mansion, when he isn't with me he is here."

"You sister doesn't have her own house?"

"No, as I told you, she doesn't really want to be a mom, so when she comes home she stays here and then Teddy comes back to my place. Sometimes, not all the times, I wish she would just leave him there, because I think it is hard on him."

They walked arm and arm through the doors and were greeted by his Mother and Father, as guest were shaking their hands as they walked in. "Dad, Mom, this is my boyfriend Adam Cort, Adam is this Frank and Marie Ames my parents."

Adam shook both of their hands and told them it was nice to meet them, they returned the greeting, than Steve pulled him into the ballroom. "Are they ok with you being gay?"

"Mostly, my father doesn't like if I publicly display it, which I don't think I do that much. He really hates that Jack is gay though. My mother could care less, she has her grandson."

"Why does he hate that Jack is but doesn't mind that you are?"

"I really don't know, I haven't figured that one out."

"He is adopted so there was no possibility that his gene came from your mother."

"Yes and no, no he didn't get the gene from my mother but he did from his mother, which was my aunt on my father side. Jack was a result of my aunt getting raped, she didn't want to keep him, and my father didn't want an heir showing up later possibly ruining something so he took Jack in as his own. So Jack is a true Ames in a way."

"Wow, I didn't know, I will be honest, I didn't hang out with Jack in school. Ben always seemed to like him, they were joined at the hip when Ben wasn't with me. But I never felt threatened, I really didn't know Jack was gay until I found him in bed with Ben."

"He was a lot like Teddy growing up, I didn't ever see him looking at guys or girls, so I didn't know either. I just knew what I was and was trying to find the right moment to tell my parents."

"I guess there is a lot we still need to discuss."

"Yeah, there is." Steve took Adam by the hand and lead him from the ballroom down a hallway to a study, when they walked in he closed the door and took him in his arms and kissed him. "MMMMMm I could do this to you all night, you look wonderful by the way."

Both were dressed in a black tux, with waist coats, white shirt, complete with bow tie and closed-laced patent leather plain toe Oxford shoes. Steve took Adam to his tailor and had the tux tailored to fix Adam perfectly. Steve even insisted on buying Adam a pocket watch to complete the look, Adam was flattered that Steve wanted to do this but he didn't want Steve paying but Steve said it was his Christmas present to him, so Adam agreed to everything.

They were kissing and talking while sitting on a couch when Jack and Ben walked in. "Well, well, well, look who we have here." Jack said as he came in, he had seen Adam and Steve walk in there, but wanted to give them a moment before he came in. Ben look straight at Adam and his mouth dropped, Jack saw it out of the corner of his eye and squeezed Ben arm tight, which made Ben wince.

Adam stood up. "Jack take your hands off Ben." Jack stepped back when Adam stood up, Jack is only five foot six, so Adam's six two height made him back up.

"He isn't yours anymore, you have no say in what happens to Ben."

"You are hurting him, I can tell." Ben eyes were wide and he was shaking his head no, Adam could tell that he was scared. "Ben, is this who gave you the black eye?" Ben was visibly shaking now.

"When did you go and see Adam, you weren't allow to see him after that day he threw you out."

"I didn't, he saw me on the street." Ben lied as he tried to pull away from Jack's grip. "Jack please."

"Jack if you are hurting him, you will be hurting." Adam stated.

Steve walked over and pulled Jack out of the room and into another, Adam and Ben could hear them yelling at one another. "Ben, is he hurting you?"

"Adam, he takes good care of me."

"I didn't asked that. I am asking if he is hurting you."

"Not as much anymore, Adam. He is good to me, most of the time."

"Adam you are a cop, you know what domestic violence is, you know how to get out of it. Why are you letting him do this to you?"

"I can't get out Adam, he will kill me."

"If you want out, I will kill him before he kills you. Ben, do you want out?"

He could tell that Ben was scared he could see him shaking. "He is going to beat me, I just know for even talking with you."

"Ben, why didn't you come to me, tell me what was happening."

"I did that one time, but you didn't want to take me back. I wanted to come to you many times after that but every time I tried, he knew and he would beat me. It was just that once that he hit me in the face but I am afraid, Adam."

"I can't take you back Ben. I love you, I will always love you, but I am not in love with you anymore." Steve came back into the room when Adam told him he loved him but not in love. "Ben if you want out, I will help you, you don't have to live in fear."

"He will kill me, Adam. He has repeatedly told me if I ever try to leave him he will kill me. I better go find him, before it is worse on me."

Steve spoke up. "He is gone Ben, if you want out of this relationship, he will not touch you again, I will make sure of this."

Ben sat down and put his head in his hands. "How can you make sure of this? He will kill me, I need to go, I need to find him before it is worse on me." Ben went to get up and Adam stopped him.

"Ben?" Adam hugged him and Ben started crying. "Ben, if you want out I will help you."

"I've got to go Adam, I have to find him." Ben walked out of the room and out the front door, when he looked left and right, to see if he could see Jack. Jack pulled his car up and opened the door for him and Ben got in without a word and they drove away.

"I have never seen him so scared before." Adam looked at Steve. "I didn't even think about the black eye after that day, I didn't even wonder how he got it."

"And he lied right to Jack about how you saw him with it."

"I could see how scared he was, that is why I didn't correct him. But I know until he wants out, I can't do anything for him, shit I don't want to know he is getting hit though."

"I will see what I can do, not that Jack listens to me much anymore, but I will see what I can do."

They walked back into the ballroom and Steve's father motioned him over, Adam could see they were talking and then Steve came back over and walked them to their assigned table for dinner. "Dad is not too happy that Jack left."

"Does he know we all got into it?"

"Yeah, he knows everything that goes on in his house, one of the servants told him. He called Jack to come back, I don't know if he will be bringing Ben or not, but he is on his way."

"I am sorry that I got in his face."

"No Adam, I am sorry, I knew Jack was this way, I didn't know he was beating on Ben, but I knew he was controlling. I will talk to my father about Ben and get Jack to let him go."

"Do you think Jack will really let Ben go, just like that?"

"I don't know but I will try, that is all I can do. I am sorry Adam."

"It is ok, Ben is a grown man and a police officer, and he knows how to get out of situations like this. I am amazed that he let himself be involved with an abuser.

"Unfortunately he sometimes can't help who you fall in love with."

Adam and Steve continued to talk for a while and then they saw Jack come back in and take his place at their table, Adam and he stared at one another for a bit before Jack finally turn his attention to his father. Steve was holding Adams hand under the table, he knows that Adam won't start anything but he doesn't know if Jack would or not. But the rest of the night was quiet.

When the evening was coming to an end, Steve had left Adam alone for a bit. Adam went over to the open bar and got himself another shot, he was feeling buzzed. Jack walked up behind him and spoke to Adam. "I am not giving him up."

"Do you love him?"

"Yes."

"Then why are you hurting him?"




Adam and Steve Ch. 02



"Because he needs to know his place."

"You don't have to change him, he is a good man. You don't beat someone you love."

"He needs to know his place, I will do whatever I want to my boyfriend, until he knows what IS EXPECTED OF HIM." Adam was about to grab him until he noticed that Steve and Frank, his Father were standing right behind Jack.

"Jack, come with me, right now." Frank stated in a stern voice. Steve grabbed Adams hand and they followed Jack and Frank to Franks study. Frank didn't speak for a long time until he was calm enough to talk to his son. "Jack, pack your apartment up, I am sending you to our London office, you will be there for the next few years."

"Dad, no, I can't I have my life here."

"Either go or I will let Ben press charges against you. I don't need our name tarnished, so get what you need and I will have the rest of your apartment packed and sent to you."

"I am a grown man, I don't need this shit."

"Are you a grown man, why the hell are you beating on your boyfriend?"

"He needs to know his place."

"And what is his place Jack, what is his place?"

"He needs to know how to treat me and be in my world, and not disrespect me."

"Disrespect you Son, you don't even know how to respect me. Pack your shit and you are to be on the plane in the morning."

"Dad, I won't go."

"Then you don't have a job or your trust."

"Dad you can't do this."

"Yes I can, now go home and pack, I am sending Steve with you, then you are to return here for the night."

"Yes Dad." Jack left the room and went straight to his car and drove home.

"Steve you better go before he gets too far ahead of you, I had Ben moved, I have confirmation that he is at your house now, Security is waiting for you and Adam to show up before they will leave him." Frank turned to Adam. "I am sorry that my son has done this, please don't think bad of my family."

"Sir, I am just thankful that you are helping Ben, I could see how afraid he was tonight."

Adam followed Steve out to his Father's Bentley and they drove over to Jack's. "I want to go in with you."

"No Adam, please just stay out in the car, we have pissed off Jack enough tonight, I don't know what I will be walking in to, but he will be calmer if it is just me."

"I don't want him to hit you. If I am there I don't think he will."

"Adam, please it will be ok, I can handle my brother. Please stay in the car, if you value our relationship."

Adam looked defeated. "Ok Steve, but if he lays a hand on you, come back out and I will deal with him."

"He won't, and I will be back out shortly."

Steve walked up to the condo and just walked in without knocking. Jack was sitting in the living room. "What the hell are you doing here?"

"Dad sent me to make sure you got back to the house tonight."

"Fuck him, I am not leaving, you can't do this to me."

"Jack, you can't ruin our name, what if you hurt Ben beyond just bruising him. Jack, you need to leave, Dad is giving you away not to tarnish our family name."

"Steve, it isn't fair, he has never been nice to me. He just fixes my problems by sending me away, I should have just killed myself years ago, I believe he would have been happier off."

"Jack don't say that, Dad loves you. Come on, let's get you a bag packed, he will have everything else sent to London for you."

"I want Ben to come with me."

"Jack, you are never to see Ben again. Find someone in London, but don't do anything like what you did to Ben, or you will be put somewhere by Dad, you know that, right?"

"Like Uncle Michael."

"Exactly."

"Ok, I will go and pack, but I really want Ben."

"You can't have him, forget about Ben, Jack. If you don't want to end up like Uncle Michael, just forget you ever knew Ben."

Jack got up and left to his bedroom and started packing two suitcases, when he finished Steve helped him take the suitcases to his car and load them. "Are you to follow me back to the house?"

"Yeah, then Adam and I are going home. Hand over your keys to the condo." Jack did so and got in his car and left back to the mansion, Steve locked up and walked over to the Bentley and got in.

"He didn't fight?"

"Nope, he doesn't want to lose his trust."

"Interesting about rich kids and their trust. Hope I don't offend you, but you seem like someone who could take care of themselves if Daddy took their trust away."

"Not offending me, I don't use it, I make what I need to live on."

When they returned the car to the garage, Steve went inside to talk to his Father for a minute and Adam waited in the limo. When Steve came out he looked drained. "What going on Steve?"

"I will tell you when we get on the road." Steve settled back and took Adams hand and they just sat there for a few minutes, Steve took a few deep breaths. "Ben is in bad shape, Dads security took Ben to the doctors before bring him to my house."

"Take me back to Jack."

"I can't do that Adam, please, he is going to be out of the country for a few years, if he can't follow the rules Dad will make him disappear."

"What do you mean by disappear?"

"He will be placed somewhere where he will not be in society. Please Adam, just leave it be, Dad knows what he is doing."

"I don't like this Steve, he should pay for hurting Ben."

"I know, just please, let my Father deal with Jack. He will never hurt Ben again, I will promise you that."

When Adam and Steve arrived at the house, they walked up to the house and a man opened the door. "Steve, we have Mr. Carson lying down in your spare room, he is a wake he refuses to take his pain pills right now, he wants to see Mr. Cort."

"Thank you, Tony. We will take it from here, have a good night." Tony waved to his other guy and they walked out of the house and Adam just stared at the two six foot five guys. "Let's go and check in on Ben."

They walked into the back of the house, and Steve knocked on the door of his guest room, and opened it. Ben was lying on the bed, his face was black and blue, his right arm was in a cast and he looked like he was crying. "Oh, shit." Adam stated as he rushed over to Ben. "Ben?"

"Adam, it is ok, I am fine." Adam could tell that was Ben's normal response and that he was still in shock.

"Ben, are you hurt anywhere else?"

"I am fine Adam." Adam pulled Ben into a hug and rocked him, he didn't know what else to do, and Ben started crying hard. Steve left out of the room and got a bottle of water so Ben could take his pain pills, hoping it would calm him down enough to sleep.

"Ben, please take your pills, it will help you calm down and help with the pain. Were you supposed to work tonight?" Steve asked.

"No, I have the next two nights off, but I can't go back looking like this."

"Don't worry we will get you a medical leave. Here take your medicine." Steve handed Ben two pills and the open bottle of water.

"Adam will you please stay with me." Adam looked at Steve and Steve nodded.

"Yes Ben, I will stay with you." Adam climbed on the bed, wrapped himself around Ben, kissed him on the forehead as he cried himself to sleep. Steve sat there with them for a bit then squeezed Adams hand; he left out of the room, shutting off the light as he left.

The next morning Steve was standing in the kitchen making a pot of coffee when Adam walked up and hugged him from behind, he held the hug and didn't let go. "Adam are you ok?"

Adam kissed Steve neck before answering. "Yeah."

"How is Ben this morning?"

"He is still in shock. I looked him over, he has bruised or cracked ribs, as you can tell a broken arm, and his face is pretty beaten up. Your brother should be brought up on charges, but Ben doesn't want to press any, he truly has the battered spouse syndrome." Adam still continued to hold Steve. "Thank you." Adam said after a long silence.

"What for?"

"For letting me hold Ben last night."

"He needed you."

"Yes, he asked me to take him back."

"And?"

"I told him again that I would always love him, but I could never be in love with him again. I did tell him I would help him get back on his feet though. I hope that you don't mind I offered that."

"Adam." Steve turned around in Adams arms so he could look at him. "You need to do what you need to do, I know you have a lot of history with Ben."

"Well, I am going to move back into my house and sign my apartment over to him, so he has a place. That is the least I could do, to help him out, plus there is a bonus in all of this." Adam smiled.

"What is the bonus?" Steve looked at Adam's smirk and couldn't help but smile.

"I will only be a few blocks away from you. That is if you still want to stay in a relationship with me."

Steve smiled and leaned in for a kiss. "Of course I would love to be in a relationship with you."

Ben was standing in the hallway, tears were in his eyes, he was hoping that Adam would come back to him after all he has been though, but as he heard, Adam has moved on. Now he felt all alone, he didn't have Jack or Adam.



Adam and Steve Ch. 03



Author Note:

Thanks again to k5vreed for his constant rereading of this chapter every time I would make a correction or addition. I truly appreciate your help and direction and for keeping me focused, :) you are finding out how hard that is to do. :)

I hope that I have all the, I AM's changed to I'm for the edit police. I am (did that because I use I am in normal speak) sure there is things I have missed but, again as I said on my Dave and Leroy chapter, this is a free story you don't have to read it.

Again I do appreciate all the comments public or private. Thank you.

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After hearing Adam and Steve in the kitchen that morning Ben went back to the bedroom he was sleeping in and sat on the bed. He didn't know how he was going to do it, but he needed to get his things from Jack's house but was fearful that he would run into Jack. "I'm going to be alone." He kept repeating and he started to cry again. He didn't hear Adam walk back in and was startled when Adam put his arms around him.

"You aren't going to be alone Ben. I will be here whenever you need me, I just can't be in a relationship with you. I told you, I will always love you." Adam held Ben tighter to him because Ben was sobbing. Steve heard him, looked in from the doorway and Adam motioned for him to leave them, which Steve nodded his head and walked away.

When Adam finally calmed Ben down, he talked with him about turning over his apartment to him, and even said he would stay there with him for a few weeks to get him settled. Ben asked how he was going to get his belongings from Jack's and Adam stated that Jack is now in London that whenever he would like to go and collect his things that all he has to do is say the word and Steve will have everything of Ben's moved to Adam's apartment. Ben asked if they could go and collect a few things that evening.

Over the next few days, Adam helped Ben pack his things and sat all the boxes in the living room of Jack's. Steve was true to his word, when everything was pack, he had a moving company move all of it to Adams, and Adam over the few weeks after getting Ben settled, packed his things up to move back his house.

Adam had to keep reassuring Ben that he will always be there for him, because Ben seemed to have started to fall into a depression. Adam finally told Ben he needed to see someone because Jack had messed with his head too much. Ben went back to work two weeks after he was beaten. Most of the bruises were gone, but he still had his cast on and his ribs were still healing. The higher ups knew what had happened to Ben and until he was physically able to go back out on patrol he was desk bound.

The last night that Adam stayed in the guest room of his apartment Ben came in the middle of the night and crawled into bed with him. Ben didn't do anything inappropriate, he knew Adam would get mad at him if he did, he just snuggle up to him and slept. Adam woke sometime later and realized that he was there and just spooned him and went back to sleep.

Over the next month, Adam try to stop in and see Ben as much as he could but between spring training starting up and going out at night with Steve it was becoming less often that he could stop. Ben was healing and seeing a counselor, so Adam hoped that he was on the mend. He hated splitting his time between Steve and Ben.

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Teddy was riding with Adam to school, since Adam had moved back into his house, he has been taking the responsibility from Steve. Steve told him it was ok, that he would do anything for his nephew, but Adam insisted that it was stupid that he was heading that way anyways. Adam knew it always took Steve twice as long to get to where he needed to go in the opposite direction after dropping Teddy off. He also didn't tell Steve but he liked giving him a hug and kiss every morning before he took Teddy with him to work.

Teddy was sitting in the seat debating if he should ask the question that has been on his mind, he knew it is none of his business but he wanted to know. "Do you like my Uncle?" He decided to ask while Adam was sitting at a red light, just in case it threw him a little.

Adam looked over to Teddy with his coffee mug stopped halfway to his mouth and smiled, he took a drink and started up again from the traffic light before he answered. "Yes, I do a lot."

"Good, because he seems to like you a lot too." Teddy stated with a smile. They were quiet for a long time before Teddy spoke again. "Thank you, Coach."

"What for Teddy?"

"For staying at Steve's these past few days, while he has been out of town. I prefer to stay there than at my grandparents, I love my grandparents but I never quite feel comfortable there."

"It is no problem, if I had an extra room at my place I would prefer you there, but since it was just easier for me to move in while Steve was gone." He thought for a second. "Plus this way you have all your things available to you. I don't think you would have been able to get your gaming system back from Matt if you had come to my place." Adam chuckled.

"Is he into gaming?"

"Yeah, a little too much, his girlfriend has to take his controllers away, just to get him to leave the house." Adam laughed, then it was Adams turn to get a little nosy. "Teddy, it is none of my business but why don't you feel comfortable at your grandparents?"

"Honestly, you have been there. The place is huge, I don't like being served by staff, I think that is so weird. When I do approach my Grandfather or Grandmother, it is like I'm taking valuable time from them, my Mother is the same way. It's like I don't fit or belong there, I feel comfortable with Steve, I know he is my Uncle but he is more like my Father than anyone else. I know he is from that environment but he doesn't act like it." Teddy chuckled. "He can though, when he needs to, it is like a switch with him, he can go from down to earth guy to richly snob in a second flat."

"I have never seen that part of him, but I'm sure when he has to be with the family he has a persona that he needs to project. We all have that in some ways."

"Yeah I know, I just wish sometimes we didn't have to associate with the family, that it could just be Steve and me and no one else. Anyways that is my feelings."

"I can understand that Teddy, your Uncle is a good man, and sometimes I can't believe he is from the Ames family. When I first met Steve and I heard Ames, I didn't associate the family with Steve, because he didn't act like a rich snob. Thanks Teddy for answering me."

When they arrived at the school, they both walked into the sports complex. Adam walked to his office and Teddy went to the weight room after throwing his things in his locker. It didn't bother Adam to step up and be a guardian for Teddy while Steve had to fly to London to conduct some business with his family's company. Steve's sister was also out of town, and Steve asked Teddy if he would like to stay with his grandparents or if he wanted him to ask Adam to watch over him, Teddy begged for Adam.

When Steve first asked Adam, Adam just looked at him and stayed quiet for a bit. Adam was having an internal battle with himself, he didn't mind taking Teddy to school, but should he step into the role of temporary guardian? He knows it is none of the schools business what he does when he isn't at work, but to be responsible for one of his own players. Adam took a bit to figure out if he should take the responsibility on, then he finally looked over at Steve and responded yes.

Steve sat there and waited he didn't want to push for an answer, he knew when Adam went silent that he was processing things, he had seen it before when he had asked other things of Adam. When Adam agreed, Steve thanked and kissed him. A poor reward for responding correctly to his request, but he thought to himself that he will make it up to him later.

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In February baseball practice began with the season starting in March. Because of this Adam started showing up at the school again at six-thirty in the morning, of course with Teddy in tow. He likes to be around if any of his players need anything. Of course he would never tell them that, he growls about being there early staying the kids don't appreciate it. He has to keep up the persona of being a hard ass to the player, even though Teddy has started to see through the mask.

The more that Adam hangs out with Steve, the more Teddy gets to know Adam and that he is just a big teddy bear, instead of the grizzly bear that he tried to project. But Teddy knows that he can't tell anyone what Adam is like outside of school or off the field. A few of the players know because they come over and see Adam and Steve together but Adam is careful not to touch Steve too much in front of them. When they do want to be intimate they will go to Adam's, to do so.

Steve doesn't like that they have to hide their affection but he can understand why they need to. He knows that Adam doesn't mind displaying it in front of Teddy but when Teddy's friends are around Adam will keep his distances unless it is around a certain few, but still than he won't do a whole lot. At least Adam does stay the night now, when Teddy has friends over, in the beginning Adam would just head home late making sure the boys saw him leave.

Adam and Steve still have not pushed their relationship past touching, mutual masturbation and oral, not that they haven't wanted to, but they still think they need to wait. They haven't broached the topic of top, bottom or versatile, which may be the reason why they haven't ventured beyond oral or masturbation and it doesn't help having a teenager in the house.

"Adam?" Steve was lying with his head in Adams lap while they were just lounging around one Sunday morning. Teddy and Jeff were asleep in the living room after crashing sometime in the middle of the night of gaming, so Adam and Steve were in the family room.

"Yeah." Adam was unconsciously stroking Steve's hair while he was laying there.

"Come away with me next weekend? Do you have any games?"

"Games are Monday through Friday, you know that. Depending on it if goes into extra endings, should be finished by eight at the latest nine. Where did you want to go?"

"It's a surprise. If I arranged it all, could you be ready to leave after the game?"

"Yeah." Adam smiled. "What about Teddy?"

"I think he can stay with my parents for the weekend. We can drop him off there on our way out."

"Ok, what do you want me to pack?"

Steve laughed. "Just don't mind that, I will go and pick out some of your clothes from your house before I come and watch the game."

Adam smiled. "As you wish."

They continued to lounge there, Steve turned over on the couch, he was facing away from Adam, now he was facing Adams crouch, he smiled. Adam had turned on the TV and was watching some preseason spring training game and wasn't paying attention to Steve, until Steve tugged at his shorts and exposed his cock.

"Steve, Teddy and Jeff are just in the other room."

"And they are completely out cold." Steve responded as he took Adams cock in his hand and licked the head, producing a moan from Adam. Steve had Adam at attention with just that one lick, Steve smiled and started sucking on Adam, getting him harder.

Adam had his eyes closed he was on the verge of cumming when they heard, "Oh shit." Adams eyes popped open to a retreating Teddy and Steve stopped mid suck and turned beat red. Adam instantly went soft and he stuffed himself back into his shorts, while Steve sat up to go talk to Teddy.

"Teddy I'm sorry, I thought you two were asleep."

"No problem Steve, do we have to talk about this?"

"No."

Adam walked into the living room. "I'm going to go home."

"No, please Adam, stay." Adam looked at Teddy, Jeff then back to Steve. "Please Adam."

Adam doesn't know what it is, but Steve has a control over him that makes him want to do anything that Steve asks, so he turned around and went back to the family room.

"Steve go and talk with Adam, I know you want to. It is ok what I just walked in on. Weird but ok, I know you thought we were asleep or you wouldn't had done that."

"What did I miss?" Jeff asked, he was absorbed in his game.

"Nothing." Both Steve and Teddy responded.

Steve walked back into the family room, he sat next to Adam, and Adam had already turned the TV back on. Steve held Adam's hand in his and waited a few minutes before talking to him. "I'm sorry, I didn't think he would wake up anytime soon. But I should have known Murphy's Law."

Adam just smiled and pull his hand out of Steve's and put his arm around him. "I know." Adam kissed the side of Steve's forehead and they just sat like that for a while, Adam holding Steve and watching baseball.

The week went by pretty quickly, Adam and Teddy were tired every day they would come home. Steve would try to make it to Teddy's games when he could, but when he couldn't he tried to at least have food on the table with Adam and Teddy walked in. Steve was glad that Adam would stay most nights, he liked curling up with him at night, even though Adam was generally asleep long before Steve would come to bed.

Between practice and or actually playing a game, Adam and Teddy were up from five in the morning and sometimes they would not get home 'til nine at night. So when that Friday came, Steve took the day off so he could take Teddy and Adam to school, and then he stopped off and packed Adam a bag for the weekend.

Steve was going to make this weekend together as perfected as he could. He packed his bag as well, having both in the trunk, he asked Teddy to have what he wanted to take to his grandparents ready. So all Steve had to do was watch the game and wait.

Steve took dinner to Adam and Teddy, before the game. Steve didn't want Adam to be hungry when they were on the plane. When the game ended at eight, Steve asked if Adam needed anything at home before they headed to drop Teddy off at his grandparents and then Steve drove them to the private airfield owned by his family.

There was a small plane waiting for them to arrive, and when Steve pulled up he popped the trunk and someone took their bags and loaded them onto the plane, then Steve and Adam walked up the stairs and seated themselves.

"Sir, it should be a smooth flight there, just call when you want us to come back for you on Sunday, the Range Rover is waiting for you when we arrive and the fridge was stocked to you specifications."

"Thank you." Steve looks at Adam.

"Are you still not going to tell me where we are going?"

"To my cabin at Lake Tahoe, I thought that we would snuggle and try to stay warm this weekend." Steve said with a smile.

They sat in seats that were next to one another and when the Captain came over the intercom telling them that they could remove their seat belts for a bit. Steve did at once and straddled Adams lap and started kissing him. There were both hard within seconds of kissing and Steve grind his cock against Adam's and Adam moaned.

"Steve you are so cruel." Adam said with a smirk. "How long is the flight?"

"Not even an hour." He continued to rub his cock against Adam's, than he got off his lap and got between Adam's legs on the floor. He undid his belt, pants and pulled his ragging hard-on out and started licking and sucking it.

"Steve, I'm not going to last." Adam had his hands on Steve head and started to push him down a bit more when he would go down, he wanted his cock completely in Steve's mouth. Steve pulled Adam's hands off of his head. "I'm sorry, got carried away." Steve continued to suck and take Adam's entire cock in, when Steve reached in and caressed Adam's balls, that pushed him over the edge and he started shooting his cum into Steve's mouth. Adam had his eyes closed and just panting for a few minutes, Steve was looking up at him and smiled.

"Does that make up for last weekend?" Steve said with a chuckle, Adam just nodded his head and smiled. The Captain came back over the intercom and told Steve they will be landing shortly. When they landed at the little airport at Lake Tahoe, Steve thanked the pilot and another guy had grabbed up their bags and put them in the Range Rover.

Steve opened the door for Adam to get in and then he ran around and got into the driver's seat, the SUV was already running and warm. "What is with all the special treatment, Steve?"

"Just want my guy to feel special this weekend." Steve said when he pulled away from the airport.

Steve drove through the little resort town and into the mountains, he turned off a little road onto a dirt path and drove another couple of minutes until a cabin came into view. The lights were on, it was a little rustic looking cabin as they drove closer to it.

"Here we are." As Steve pulled up. "Sorry we don't have valet service here." Steve laughed at his own joke and got out of the SUV. Adam met him at the back and took both of the bags before Steve could grab them up. "Are you hungry?" Steve asked as he opened the door to reveal the interior of the small cabin.

In the main room there was a couch and chair, a little table with two chairs and a small kitchen. Off of what would be the living room was a small bedroom and bathroom, there was no divider between the bathroom it was all open. "When I bought this cabin it was all one room, I had the wall built to section off the bed and bathroom. I didn't like the possibility of someone just being able to walk in and seeing me in the bed or on the toilet and there was just a curtain around the bathtub."

"It is a nice little cabin, Steve." Adam walked over to where Steve was standing and kissed him.

"You look like you could fall asleep on me at any minute."

Adam smiled. "Let's see, I have been up since five this morning, my boyfriend was great to me, and cause me to have a wonderful orgasm and it is now after ten at night. Yeah I'm a little tired, but wouldn't mind making you feel good."

"Nope, this weekend is for you." Steve wrapped his arms around Adams neck. "And for me." Steve kissed Adam on the neck and then on the mouth. "Plus we have some talking to do."

Adam continued to kiss Steve, then lifted away but still continued to hold him. "Talking? About?" As he kissed him again.

Steve stopped, pulled Adam over to the couch, straddled his lap and sat on Adam's knees. "Well we have never discussed the subject of who is a top or a bottom and then Teddy is always around so I know you would never do anything when he was in the house. It is hard enough getting a blowjob in." Steve smiled.

"Well to be honest, I have been reluctant to bring up the top bottom issue, myself."

"Adam, have you ever been a bottom?"

"A few times, have you?"

"Yes and I do enjoy it, but I can't always be the bottom, I do like to top occasional."

Adam smiled. "I think we can work on that." Adam kissed Steve but Steve pushed away again. "What else did you want to talk about?"

"Next question is condoms." Steve looked Adam in the eye and saw him raise his eyebrows.

"Condoms?"

"Yes condoms. We have done the testing thing, we are both clean, which is why we don't use condoms for giving blowjobs, but."

"But?"

"Do you need them for making love?"

Adam smiled. "Steve, do you want them for making love? When I'm in a relationship with someone, I prefer to go bareback but if you need them I will wear them."

"No, I don't need them, I was just checking if you needed them." He smiled. "And in case you are wondering, I have packed plenty of lube for the weekend."

"MMMmm, that is good to know." Adam responded and kissed Steve, he could feel Steve getting hard, he was already hard the moment Steve sat down on his lap. Steve got off Adam, walked to the door, locked it, and turned the main room's lights off.

Steve stepped back to Adam, pulled him off of the couch and towards the bedroom. "Let's just snuggle tonight, I know you dick is saying one thing but your body is screaming that you are tired." They started removing their clothes down to their underwear, Steve looked at Adam and smiled. "You didn't change out of your jockstrap?"




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"You didn't notice on the plane?" Adam laughed.

"I was a little preoccupied trying to get your cock in my mouth to care what underwear you were wearing." Steve laughed and pulled Adam in for a kiss.

They both used the toilet, Adam thinking it was odd that it was out in the open but he didn't care, they were going to be experiencing more than just pissing and shitting in front of one another. Adam pealed his jockstrap off before getting in bed, Steve was still putting things away and getting ready. When Adam slide between the cool sheets, he started feeling how tired he was, he watched Steve a few minutes before closing his eyes and then he heard nothing.

*******

Adam started waking up, he was toasty warm, and he could feel Steve curled up next to him with Steve's head on his chest. Adam stretched a little and stroked Steve's hair. "Good morning, Adam." A very sleepy sounding Steve said and snuggled up to Adam just a bit more.

"Morning." Adam kissed the top of Steve's head, when Steve slipped his hand down to grasp Adam's cock. "Oh, frisky this morning." Adam smiled.

"Well it is about time we get to move beyond oral or jerking one another off." Steve smiled, as he moved down to take Adam's cock in his mouth.

Adam laughed. "So we're moving beyond oral, huh?"

Steve lifted off Adam's cock for a second. "Well maybe not beyond but adding to it." He smiled up at Adam before taking his cock back into his throat.

Adam sat up and removed Steve from his cock, showing his strength he pulled Steve up and tossed Steve on the bed beside him. He quickly covered Steve and started kissing. "Where's the lube." Steve didn't even get a chance to answer before Adam covered his mouth with his.

When Adam started kissing down Steve's chest, Steve reached over for the bedside drawer where he placed the lube last night. When Adam reached Steve's cock, Steve was clawing at the bedsheets he dropped the lube on the bed next to his hips before Adam took his entire cock in his mouth. "Oh god, Adam." He pushed up even further in Adam's throat.

Adam pushed Steve's legs up, which Steve got the hint and held them. Adam then felt around for the lube that he saw Steve drop, opened the cap, poured some in his hand and spread it over his pucker. He held his index finger at Steve's entrance and looked up at Steve while having Steve's cock halfway down his throat. "So you are going to make me beg?" Steve said as Adam slipped his finger in. "Ohhhhhhh shit." Adam smiled around Steve's cock.

Adam did the same in and out movements with his finger as he was doing with Steve's cock, once he felt Steve relax he add a second and then a third finger. Every once in a while Adam would push on Steve prostate and was rewarded with a burst of precum, which he happily swallowed.

When he had Steve loose he pulled off Steve's cock, removed his finger, lubed up his cock and Steve moaned. He took Steve's ankles out of Steve's hands and place one on his shoulder while he slowly inserted his cock in Steve. "Oh god Adam, shit you're huge." Adam stopped when Steve said that. "Keep going, shit, it feels great." Steve almost screamed, making Adam smile.

When Adam bottomed out he released Steve's ankles so he could bend down and kiss Steve. "You are so tight, I love it." Adam whispered in Steve's ear before grasping Steve's ankles again and curling him up a little more where Steve ass was more in the air, so he could start fucking Steve.

Steve was beside himself, he was feeling good on all different levels, it had been forever since he had been fucked, and Adam was hitting his prostate causing him to scream out. Adam was getting closer to release when he felt Steve reach between them and jerk off his own cock. Adam was fucking Steve faster and faster and then when he felt Steve tighten around him that was enough to push him over the edge and he was able to pump into Steve just a few more times before he started cumming deep inside.

Adam was frozen while he came in Steve, he could see Steve below him and he saw a few of Steve's ropes of cum squirt past his cheek onto the pillow. Adam was in bliss, finally when his spasms finished he collapsed onto Steve, Steve wrapped his arms and legs around Adam and they laid like that for a while. They both were shaking slightly, Adam could feel Steve's legs trembling.

"And why haven't we done this earlier?" Steve asked when he finally found his voice.

"Because you aren't quiet when I suck you off, and now I know you are definitely not quiet when I'm fucking you, so I think Teddy would be slightly embarrassed." Adam smiled and laughed. He felt his cock pop out of Steve's ass, so he lifted off and laid beside him.

"Remind me to send Teddy to his friends more often, instead of them coming to my house." Steve laughed.

Steve turned to his side facing away from Adam, he was going to get out of bed but Adam grabbed ahold of him and snuggled up behind him, they both fell to sleep for a while. When Adam woke a while later he found himself in bed alone, he looked over at the tub and decided to take a shower.

The tub was a standalone claw foot with a shower curtain all the way around it, he reached in and turned the water on, and he could tell that Steve had already taken a shower. He took a piss while he waited for the water to warm up before stepping into the tub and washing Steve's dried cum off his chest.

When he stepped out of the shower, there was a towel laying on a stool for him, he smiled and looked around but there still was no Steve. Adam dried off and found his clothes that Steve had put away in the dresser last night. He dressed in jeans, t-shirt and socks and walked out into the main room. He found Steve sitting on the couch reading. "Are you hungry?"

Adam sat next to Steve, put his arm around him and kissed him, before he sat back on the couch. "I'm more than capable of making myself something to eat."

"I know, but there is a plate staying warm for you in the oven." Steve smiled as he turned the page in his book. Adam got up, retrieved the plate, sat at the little table and ate. When he was finished he walked back over to the couch and laid he head in Steve's lap because it looked like Steve wanted to continue to read. Steve just stroked Adam's hair and sat his book aside. "May I asked you something, Adam?"

"Sure, you know you can ask anything."

"How many partners have you had?"

"I know I originally said just Ben, but between Ben and you I had a couple short-term relationships. One was a huge dick, attitude I mean, and the other one was ok, but he was too much of a drama queen for me."

"How so?"

"Just everything was drama, he was always upset about this or that, he could never be happy with just me, it didn't last that long."

"Who did you bottom for?"

"The dick, not that I knew I was going to be bottoming for him. He would grab me in the middle of the night, he was stronger than me and he never prepare me well. When I would top him, I always prepared him, but he didn't take the time and it always hurt. Hence why I don't like to bottom."

"How long were you with him?"

"Two weeks, he didn't start trying to top me until the second week we were together, and after the third time, I told him we were through."

"Would you trust me to top you?"

Adam stayed silent for a few minutes. "We can try."

"You aren't going to go all caveman on me afterwards, are you?"

Adam smiled and laughed. "I'll try not to."

*******

They lounged around most of the day, they snuggled and kissed, but Steve didn't press Adam to let him make love to him. He wanted Adam to be comfortable when he started kissing on him, when they were snuggled together in the bed. He knew that a bad experience can cause someone never to want to be a bottom, so he wanted to make sure that Adam felt wonderful when he finished with him.

Steve straddled Adam as he was kissing him and rubbed their jean covered cocks together, they were both hard. Steve could feel Adam tense up a bit. "We don't have to this weekend, Adam. It's ok."

"No, I told you we could try."

"Yeah, but what I'm seeing in your face is another story. Adam, how bad did the guy hurt you?"

"Let's just say that I wasn't in a relationship with anyone for a year and half later until I met you."

"And we took things completely slow, it took us five months to have sex, but let's not take another five months to have it again." Steve chuckled. "Adam, I'm not going to make love to you tonight. I want you to be completely comfortable with me and to know I won't hurt you."

"Steve I know you won't hurt me, it's just my reaction, it will be this whenever you try again. I trust you Steve, because I love you." Steve looked at Adam when he said that. "I'm not expecting it back Steve. I just wanted to tell you because I do and I want you to know it."

Steve smile and kissed Adam. "I love you too, Adam." Steve wasn't just saying it to say it back, he fell in love with Adam the night they helped Ben out. Steve saw that night how much of a heart Adam had and then the next day when Adam thanked him for not minding that he held Ben all night long.

Steve pushed Adam's t-shirt up and over his head, kissing down his chest; he scooted down his legs as he undid Adam's jeans. Adam lifted up to allow Steve access to pull them off, along with his underwear. When Steve had Adam's cock freed from its confinement, he quickly sank down, taking the entire length in and down his throat, which caused Adam to moan loudly.

Steve took the time while he had Adam distracted to reach for the lube that was just sitting on the nightstand. He flipped Adam over onto his stomach, Adam went willingly and when Steve asked him to get up on his knees he did so as well. "Adam are you ok with me getting you prepared for me?"

"Yes Steve." Adam didn't like the fact that he was going to be fucked but he is willing to let Steve. He is willing to see if he will enjoy it, but it did scare him slightly because he only ever remembers it as being painful.

Steve poured some lube down Adam's ass, he let it flow to his balls. Steve massaged Adam's balls and jerked his cock off a bit with the lube, while he used one hand to rub Adam's cock he used his other to start opening up Adam's ass. Steve was kissing Adam's lower back and ass cheeks while he was doing this. When he achieved three fingers in Adam's ass, he was getting moans out of Adam, and when he would press on Adam's prostate he would get an 'oh', which made Steve smile, he knew he was pleasing Adam. 

When Steve pulled out of Adam, he stood up and removed his clothes. Steve lubed up his cock and turned Adam over on his back, he placed a pillow under Adam's lower back and ass for a little leverage for better penetration. He was hoping that it would be more comfortable for Adam this way.

Steve placed the head of his cock at Adam's entrance and waited until Adam was ready for him to push, which Adam just nodded his head. Steve pressed forward and once he pushed past the ring he stopped because he could tell it hurt Adam. "It's ok Adam; I'm not going to move until you are ready for me."

Adam didn't say anything for a few moments, and then started rocking on Steve's cock, Steve took this as a sign to start going deeper into Adam. After a while Adam was moaning and Steve smiled, he knew Adam would like it, if it was done right. Once Steve was fully in, he started off slowly for a few, and he made sure he hit Adam's prostate to send him over the edge.

Adam was out of his mind, he didn't know it could feel this good being the receiver, his cock felt so hard to him, that he was afraid to touch it because he knew he would cum the moment he just held it. Steve had started to fuck him faster and harder, Adam thought his eyes were going to roll up inside his head. When Steve grabbed ahold of Adam's cock and started to rub it, Adam came hard. Adam's cumming caused his muscles to tighten around Steve, causing Steve to only make it a few more pumps in before he was cumming.

Steve collapsed on top of Adam, Adam grabbed ahold of Steve's head and kissed him, they were completely breathless but Adam needed to kiss Steve. When Adam finally broke the kiss, Steve laughed. "I guess it was good for you."

"Thank you, and yes it was good, I didn't know it could feel that way." Adam just held Steve to him, he knew Steve wanted to roll off and snuggle, but Adam wanted him to stay where he was for a few more minutes. When he finally let Steve move, Steve laid his head on Adam's chest and snuggled up to him and they both drifted off to sleep.

*******

Adam woke in the wee hours of the morning on Sunday, Steve had rolled over and was facing away from him. Adam got up to clean up, he was a little sore and it didn't help that he fell asleep with the pillow still under his lower back, which made his back a little sore as well. He went out into the kitchen to grab something to eat, they had missed dinner by making love in the late evening.

After pulling a few things out of the fridge to make a sandwich when he closed the door he was looking right at a very naked Steve and he smiled. "Would you like a sandwich?"

"Yeah, I could eat something, anything at this point." Steve wrapped his arms around Adam and kissed him. "Are you still ok?"

"Never better, a little sore but I'm sure I will get use to that soreness." Adam smiled.

"So I take it you are willing to bottom again?"

"For you, yes." Adam kissed Steve and turned to the counter to start making them a sandwich. They ate and lounged on the couch for a bit before returning to the bedroom. Adam spooned Steve and they went back to sleep.

Sunday passed quickly, Steve had called for the plane to come by four that afternoon. Adam and Steve took a walk together earlier, Adam asked if they needed to strip the bed or anything, Steve told him that he has a service to clean the cabin. So they grabbed up their things, loaded them in the SUV and Steve drove them back to the little airport. Everything was just like on Friday night, someone grabbed up the bags and loaded them before they could even get out of the SUV. When they got back to the private airfield of Steve's families, they drove and picked up Teddy.

Then everything was back to the same as it was before they took their little time away together. Adam would stay most nights but they didn't make love because they were afraid that they would be too loud. Adam and Teddy were back up by five every morning and home by nine. Steve tried to make it to a few games a week, but on the weekends Adam and Steve would try to get some time together. They would either send Teddy to a friends or Steve would rent a room for them to make love without having to worry about Teddy.

One weekend morning in late May when Adam wasn't at the house, Teddy sat next to Steve on the couch. "You look like you have something on your mind?" Steve looked over at Teddy.

"Not really." Teddy stated.

"Teddy it's Saturday, it's eight in the morning and you are up." Steve hated pointing the obvious out to Teddy.

"You and the Coach, seem to be getting serious lately."

"Does that bother you?"

"Yes and no, no because I like Adam and you two make a really great couple, but yes, because I don't know where I'm going to fit in."

"What do you mean Teddy?" Steve looked at Teddy with concern.

"Is Adam going to move in and are you going to want me around?"

"Teddy, of course I want you."

"I know you want me, but will you make me move back with Mom or the Grandparents?"

"Teddy, never would I do that to you, I love you in my home, you are my son more then you are my nephew." Steve was shocked that Teddy thought that. "Teddy, why do you think we wouldn't want you around?"

"Because Adam will barely touch you when I'm around. I know you try to get me out of the house on the weekends so you two can be together. I'm not dumb, Steve." Teddy didn't want to make Steve mad, but he did notice things.

"Adam doesn't want to make you feel uncomfortable, that is why he doesn't touch me much in front of you. I'm sorry, I didn't realize that I was pushing you away. We will change this, Teddy I love you." Steve put his arm around Teddy and side hugged him. "Teddy, I'm sorry that I forgot that you were my number one priority and my relationship is second."

"No it shouldn't be that way Steve, you were always alone. You spent as much time with me before Mom let me move here, as you did once I got here, I understand you need happiness too. It is just my fears that you are going to make me move away is all."

"Are these fears coming more to light because it will be summer and Adam will be around more?"

"I think so."

"Teddy, again I'm sorry, maybe we need to have a family night again. Where there are no friends or boyfriends allowed." Teddy perked up at that, he loved spending time with Steve and he actually missed it.

"That would be great." Steve nodded and Teddy jump up. "I'm going to go back to bed, hope you don't mind Jeff will be over in a bit and he is staying the night."

"No, always look forward to seeing Jeff." Once Teddy left the room Steve started thinking, he knew Adam was due over after a while and he will have to have a talk with him.

Jeff had made it over before Adam that morning; the boys were playing the games in the living room when Adam walked through the door. "Hey Coach."

Adam smiled. "Boys." He walked through the family room not finding Steve, he went into Steve home office and found him. "Hey, handsome."

Steve smiled. "Hey there, yourself." He got up from his desk and went to hug and kiss Adam. "Will you go for a walk with me Adam?" Adam nodded, they walked back through the house passed the boys and went for a walk.

Adam was around most of Saturday and Sunday, but before Jeff had left for home, Adam had kissed Steve and went home for the night. Teddy thought that it was strange but didn't think anything of it until the next morning when instead of Adam taking him to school Steve was up at five waiting in the kitchen for him. "Where's the Coach?"

"Adam won't be taking you to school anymore, I have taken that responsibility back." Steve stated.

"Oh no you don't Steve."

"What?"

"Why didn't Adam stay the night last night or Saturday?"

"He had things he needed to do."

"Steve?" Teddy questioned.

"Teddy, it's ok, we agreed that we could step back from one another a bit. That..."

"No, I wasn't asking for you and the Coach to break up, I was just asking where I would fit, Steve." Teddy looked concerned. "Steve, I shouldn't have said anything, I'm sorry. Please."

"Teddy it's ok, Adam and I aren't breaking up. I'm just taking my responsibilities back from him is all. He shouldn't have to cart you around like you're his kid. He didn't sign up for this, I did."

Teddy didn't want to argue, he was hoping that Adam wasn't mad at him about this. When Steve dropped him off at school, he went straight to the sports complex to work out as normal. He could see that Adam was in his office, but he was afraid to go in. When school ended that day and there was a short practice before the game, Teddy thought Adam would be upset with him, but he was his normal grizzly bear of himself when he was coaching.

When the game began, he knew Steve normally couldn't make the Monday night games, but when he looked over in the stands there he sat, so he knew he wouldn't be riding home with the coach. All week, that was how it was. Steve took him to school and he was at every game or in the parking lot after every practice. Adam didn't come over much at night, since he wasn't driving Teddy it didn't make sense for him to stay and it really was too late for him to come by otherwise.

When Saturday came around again, Teddy went to talk to Steve. He didn't find him anywhere in the common rooms of the house, so it left his bedroom. Teddy was thinking it was late for Steve o be sleeping in, and late was eight in the morning. He went to the bedroom door, opened it and he saw Adam spooning Steve and they were both asleep. He didn't remember Adam coming in last night, he and Jeff were playing a game most of the night.




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He touched both of them on the shoulder, they both woke up and looked up at Teddy. "This is how it's supposed to be."

"What Teddy?" Steve asked.

"You two, you are supposed to be together, I hated this past week." Teddy looked at them. "When did Adam sneak in?"

Steve chuckled. "What was it around three this morning?" Steve looked back at Adam for confirmation.

"Yeah."

"And what were you two doing before that?" Teddy inquired.

"Talking on the phone." Steve responded. "Who is the adult here, again?"

"Steve, I didn't want you two, to back away from one another. You were miserable this week and I knew Adam was because the later it got in the week, he was getting a shorter temper with the team."

"Teddy we can limit our relationship too." Teddy cut Steve off.

"No, I want it back the way it was before. Steve the only time I saw you smile is when you were in the stands at the games and could see Adam. I think I watched you two more than I did the ball this week. I think it was just the normal teenager angst." Teddy looked at them. "If I wouldn't have caught you two in bed together, would Adam still be here when I would normally wake up?"

Steve looked up at Teddy with a guilty expression. "No, I would have woken him and he would have been out of here, but since we were up until seven talking, we fell asleep before he could leave."

"And why would you have made him leave?"

"Because I was going to spend the day with you."

"No you're not, you are going to spend the day with Adam and tonight, we're all going to go out as a family with Jeff in tow." Teddy laughed, Steve went to protest. "No Steve, I was just scared that you were going to ship me off is all. I didn't want you to be lonely, Adam and you make a great couple and I want it to go back to how it was before."

"How before do you mean?" Steve asked.

"Adam driving me to school and home, him falling asleep on the couch because he is tired or in bed before you even finish with your work for the night. This week has been too weird for all of us."

"Are you sure this is what you want?" Steve asked.

"Yes and." Teddy cut himself off and blushed.

"And what?" Steve asked.

"Adam shouldn't feel uncomfortable about touching you in front of me." Both Adam and Steve smiled and Teddy laughed. "You know what I mean, holding hands, hugging and kissing, nothing else of course." Teddy paused. "Like right now, you two are in bed, it doesn't bother me, it just seems normal."

"But you shouldn't have to see it." Adam piped in, Steve remained quiet because he wanted Adam's touch.

"My Mother's boyfriends touched her in front of me, why can you? And that bothered me, I didn't like it but what you do doesn't bother me, it feels more right." Teddy looked at Adam. "Do you love my Uncle?"

"Very much so." Adam responded.

"Then show it, don't worry about me, or for god's sake or Jeff. We don't care."

Adam looked at Teddy for a minute and then saw Jeff standing in the doorway. "So the rumors are true?" Adam asked.

Teddy looked at Steve and then at Adam.



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Hello Everyone & Happy New Year, sorry it took me forever to post. I promise you that there is more on the way (Jake & Toby, Dave & Leroy and Fire & Lib are coming soon :o)) Thank you to my proof reader and editor. And thank you fans for being so patient with me.

As always I appreciate public and private feedback. 

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Chapter 4

Steve had been in and out of the country for the entire month of May for business. It was easier for Adam to stay at the house for Teddy than for Teddy go to his grandparents because of baseball. Every time Steve would return he would thank Adam with a night out.

Adam and Teddy weren't expecting Steve to come back for a few more days, so when the game ended late, they just ran through a fast food joint on their way home. They were tired. Teddy didn't even shower at the school. When they walked in the house it was well after nine. Steve could hear Teddy complaining that he had a test in the morning.

"Can you get me out of it, Adam, please?"

"No, but I will help you study for it. What's the subject?"

"History."

"Couldn't you have said something like math or science?" Adam chuckled.

"Well it should be something up your alley; it is on World War Two." Teddy laughed and ran when he said it, right into Steve. "Oh shit, sorry, Steve."

"Teddy, wait until I get you into practice tomorrow. Go get the stink off you and I will help with your history." Adam turned to Steve and wrapped his arms around and kissed him. "I thought you were coming home on Saturday."

"Tomorrow's meeting was cancelled so I came home for the weekend early. But if you would like me to leave." Steve tried to push away from Adam, but Adam just held on even tighter.

Adam backed Steve up to the wall and kissed him. "I have missed you. When do you have to fly back?"

"That is the question I have been asking myself. Do I want sleep before the meeting, I could always sleep on the plane."

"I take it a Monday morning meeting?"

"Yeah."

"So an early Sunday afternoon flight?"

"Yeah." Steve pulled Adam towards him and kissed him. "I am sorry that I am leaving you with responsibility that you didn't sign up for."

"Steve, Teddy isn't a baby that needs twenty-four-seven care and so what? Not like I don't stay here most night anyways. Right now, we just come home and crash, because we are up from five until the time we come home, which tonight is really on the late side. Maybe I will get him out of the test."

They both heard Teddy say, "yes!" 

"Oh no, you don't. Teddy knew about this test last week. He should have been studying for it all throughout the week."

"Oh come on, Steve. Please let Adam get me out of this one."

"You are not going to use my relationship with your coach to get you out of things. You are going to take that test tomorrow. Get your things we can help you study for a bit at the table." Steve took a good look at Adam and laughed. "Go and take a shower, I will help Teddy. At least you two were smart enough to take your cleats off."

"Well of course it is a little hard to drive in them." Adam rolled his eyes and laughed as he headed down the hall to Steve's room.

They stayed up until eleven helping Teddy with his history. Teddy was answering all the questions right, so Adam and Steve were not concerned that Teddy was going to fail.

When Steve was able to pull Adam down the hall and into the bedroom he pulled Adam to the bed, kissed and snuggled up with him. Steve knew they couldn't do anything because Adam needed to be back up in just a few hours to head back to school with Teddy in tow. "Just practice, or is there a game tomorrow?"

"Game, we leave school at two."

"It's not even a home game. That sucks. When do you think you will be home?"

"That's the kicker. We are two hours away; game starts at five; should be over by seven. Then loading up the team and getting them back to the school, hopefully ten."

"When is the team going to eat?"

"We will probably go through a fast food joint on our return trip."

"Adam, how often have you and Teddy eaten out this past month?" Steve was getting concerned that his man was a heart attack waiting to happen.

"Too much, we don't come home at a reasonable time. You know that, Steve."

"Do I have to hire someone to cook for the two of you while I am gone?"

"Do you want me to go home?"

"I am sorry, Adam, I just want you in good health. I want to..." Steve paused, "...to be with you for a long time."

Adam smiled, "I want to be with you for a long time too. But right now, I need sleep, and I need to hold my man if he would like to lay with me."

"I would love that."

*****

Steve woke up before Adam did that morning; he had slept a lot on the plane and was thinking about what he was going to do this Saturday to thank Adam for taking care of Teddy. He looked in on Teddy before heading to the kitchen to make them something for breakfast before school. He was sure they hadn't eaten at the house all week. When he opened the fridge, it confirmed his concern, so he started to make breakfast. He decided on a healthy egg white omelet with green pepper, onion, mushroom, spinach, tofu, and a little cheese.

As Steve was preparing the omelets he could hear the alarms going off but not being shut off. He knew that both Adam and Teddy were tired, but they needed to get up. So when he finished the omelets he put them in the oven on warm, then went down the hall and woke Teddy first because he knew he would be waking him another time and then went to wake Adam.

When he walked into the bedroom to wake Adam, Adam was sitting on the edge of the bed barely awake. "Hon, I have breakfast in the oven for you and coffee is made."

Adam didn't respond. He just kind of grunted when he stood and headed for the door. Steve couldn't resist putting his arms around Adam as he passed and rubbing his morning hard-on, which stopped Adam in his tracks. "Mmmm, good morning."

Steve laughed. "I tell you, I have breakfast and coffee made for you, and I get a grunt, but if I touch your cock, I get a good morning. Interesting." Steve squeezed Adams cock and kissed him, then walked out of the room to reawaken Teddy.

When Steve made it back to the kitchen he found Adam at the table with a half-eaten omelet and an empty cup of coffee. He saw Adam reaching for the pot of coffee from the table and told Adam that he would get it.

Teddy came out to the kitchen and sat down, "We aren't going through..." He stopped midsentence when Steve sat his omelet in front of him. He could see the spinach in the egg. He looked at Adam and Adam just slightly shook his head and proceeded to eat his omelet.

Steve noticed, "What, just a few weeks of living with Adam and you don't like spinach in your eggs?"

"It's not that, Steve. I just like bacon, egg and cheese muffins, like four of them on the way to school; they taste great."

"And they clog your arteries." Steve turned to Adam, "And what do you eat?"

"Why are you yelling at me. I am not complaining and I am eating the lovely breakfast my boyfriend took the time to wake up early and make for me." Adam hoped to weasel out of this discussion.

Teddy being oblivious to Steve's rising concerned anger went on. "He generally has two along with hash browns. I don't know how he has them. They are filled with grease." Adam just shook his head and went to get up, but Steve put his hand on his shoulder. Teddy started cutting his omelet with his fork, "That is why I like just the bacon, egg and cheese muffins they taste so...." Teddy took a bite of his omelet. "Oh gross!"

Steve threw his hands up in the air and walked out of the kitchen. Adam quickly followed. He knew he needed to defuse the situation. "Babe."

"Adam, just go and finish your breakfast before it gets cold."

"Babe, I will do better with Teddy. We will eat more at home. I can get up and cook before school and work on being better in the evenings about dinner, okay? I can't control what he does at lunch though, because I will not step foot in the lunch room."

"What have you been doing for lunch?"

"What I always do for lunch: I drink coffee."

Steve looked at Adam, "That is why you are always starving when you come home. You only eat when I send something."

"Pretty much, yeah. Hon, I am tired of school food. I have eaten it for years now."

"Then that decides it, I am hiring a cook."

"Steve, please don't. I will work on getting up earlier, getting home earlier, and planning to get meals cooked. Please don't hire a cook or I will move home."

Steve looked at Adam with concern. He could see that of all things Adam did not want him to hire someone to cook for them. "Babe, why? Why are you so against me hiring someone to cook for the two of you when I am out of town?"

"Because it is something I can do. I can get up and cook. I can prepare. I am not incapable of doing that."

"But I can afford to do that, and then it won't be so taxing on you. I shouldn't have put you in this situation, Adam. You weren't ready to take on the responsibility of a teenager, and I shouldn't have made you."

"And you think I don't deal with them every day at school?"

"I didn't mean it that way, Adam. I just didn't mean to be out of town so much, and our relationship being so new. That's all."

Adam walked up to Steve and put his hands on Steve's hips and pulled Steve towards him. "No, Steve. You are right. I may not be ready for the responsibility of raising a teenager. But Hon, just don't worry so much, and I promise you that I will be a better adult." Adam smiled when he said that and Steve laughed. "That is what I wanted, Babe. Tell me what you need from me and I will do it. Again, I am sorry that I didn't feed the boy correctly."

Steve laughed, "I know that you don't truly have the time to actually make breakfast and dinner for Teddy and yourself. If you can just try a few times a week of making food at home that would be better than going out and clogging your arteries every day."

"Deal," Adam smiled and kissed Steve then walked over to the closet and proceeded to grab some clothes to get dressed.

*****

The day was long for Adam, the game went into extra innings because of a tie, and they ended up losing. The kids were hungry and the bus driver was crabby. They stopped at a fast food place on the way back to the school, and by the time they pulled back into the school it was after ten-thirty at night.

Adam talked with the assistant coach for a few minutes while they watched most of the team drive away in their cars or be picked up by parents. Marc, the assistance coach, asked if Adam wanted him to stick around for the last few, but Adam told him to just go home.

Teddy and Jeff were leaned up against Adam's car waiting for the last kid to be picked up. Adam had run into his office to get some paperwork off his desk so he could look over some stats for the weekend. When he came out, Kaleb walked over to Adam. "Coach you can go, my dad is on his way."

"I will wait." Adam looked at his watch it was after eleven-thirty. He was hoping the kid's father would get there soon. He was tired, and he still had to drive thirty minutes home. He could tell that Teddy and Jeff were tired as well, but he also knew they were planning to stay up most of the night playing some game. He had heard them planning on drinking lots of caffeine and playing through the wee hours of the morning.

When Adam saw the truck pull into the parking lot he was happy when Kaleb jumped up, "Thanks Coach." Kaleb got into the truck and his father rolled down his window and thanked Adam for waiting with his son before driving away.

Adam climbed into his car followed by Teddy and Jeff. Jeff laid across the back seat and Teddy laid the front seat down as far as it could go. "Oh thanks. You two can sleep while I drive home."

"That's exactly what we were going to do, Coach. We have to be online in a few hours, playing the game," Jeff responded. Adam just shook his head and pulled out of the parking lot and headed home.

When he pulled in, most of the lights were on in the house, the boys were out cold. Adam decided just to leave the kids and walk into the house. Steve was waiting for them in the living room. "Hey, Handsome."

"Where're the boys?"

Adam laughed, "I left them in the car. I didn't think anyone would kidnap them." Adam dropped on the couch next to Steve and actually laid his head on his shoulder. "I will go out and wake them in a few. They plan on staying up all night anyways. I don't know how they do it. I am tired."

"Because you are old," Teddy said as Jeff and he walked through the door.

"Yeah, and I am starting to feel all thirty-one of my years; believe me."

Steve just smiled, stood, and pulled Adam up. "Let's go to bed and leave these two gamers to their fun." When Steve had Adam in the bedroom he pushed him to the bathroom. "Let's get you in the shower, because I have plans for you tomorrow."

"Plans?" Adam said as he was pulling off his jersey, as Steve was pulling down his pants to reveal his jock strap.

"I was always going to ask: why do you wear a cup?"

Adam laughed, "Because if I am out on the field, and someone bats or throws a ball, I don't want to get hit in the groin either."

"Oh, never thought about the coaches having to protect their junk." Steve laughed as he pulled the jock strap down, and saw that Adam was aroused. "At least I know I can get you hard as tired as you are," Steve laughed. "But let's get you in the shower, then to bed, so I can start my day with you tomorrow."

Saturday morning, Steve woke before Adam, which he knew he would because of how tired Adam was when they were lying in bed cuddling after Adams' shower last night. Steve eased himself out of the bed and went to the kitchen to make Adam breakfast in bed. He didn't want to force him to eat spinach and tofu again, so he made him pancakes with eggs and bacon, hoping the smells wouldn't wake Teddy and Jeff.

He put them on a tray along with a carafe of coffee with two cups and all the condiments needed. He had the plate piled with food, so he knew there would be enough for them to share. He was hoping some of the syrup would just happen to get poured on Adam. Then Steve would be more than happy to help clean it up.

When he arrived back in the room, Adam was still sleeping. Steve sat the tray on the side table next to the bed and locked the door before he woke Adam. Adam was almost completely uncovered. He was also naked. Steve loved looking at Adam body. He still couldn't believe that Adam was just as interested in him as he was in Adam, after seeing how much smaller and feminine Ben was.

Steve tugged at the sheet that just covered Adam's ass and then he was completely naked. Steve smiled. He liked Adam's tight waist. He loved looking at Adam's firm round ass. He was so happy that Adam didn't have a flat ass and that his thighs and calves bulged with muscle. Steve watched Adam running a few times--more than a few--but he would never tell Adam that. He wished he could see him lifting weights, but apparently he did that at school during his free hour, according to Teddy. But Steve was happy that he got to see him naked, all six-foot-two of him, with his six pack abs and everything else about him.

Steve kissed his way up Adam's body, starting at his feet. He knew Adam was waking up because Adam was moaning. When he reached Adam's neck he whispered in Adam's ear, "easy there. Would you like the breakfast that I prepared for you?"

Adam turned his head to the side, "Wouldn't be the first time I had cold food."

Steve just smiled, "I love you Adam, but I have a day planned and this fun in the bedroom is part of it, but we do have to be quiet. Remember we have two teenagers out in the living room."

Adam flipped over and grabbed Steve, "I can be quiet. Can you? I would love to be inside you, Steve."

"Oh, shit." Steve wanted it just as bad, Adam pulled Steve under him and kissed him. He removed Steve's t-shirt and shorts. "God, Adam." Steve didn't get to finish that statement because he was trying not to make too much noise because Adam had poured syrup on his cock and proceeded to suck it clean. He had also lubed up Steve's ass and fingered him at the same time to open him up. Steve reached over to turn on the radio for at least a little buffering music, at least he hoped.

When Adam had Steve ready, he kissed back up his body, pulling his legs up as he positioned himself and kissed Steve. "I love you, Steve," Adam said as he pushed into Steve and covered his mouth with his.

*******

That evening Steve took Adam out to dinner to thank him for being there for Teddy, even though it should have been Adam taking Steve out for them almost getting caught that morning by Teddy and Jeff. Adam thought it would be a great idea to sneak out to the pool after they made love where they continued to make out. Steve was glad that he grabbed their robes as he was pulled from the bedroom by Adam, because when Teddy was calling for Steve that morning, he was able to grab his robe and get out of the pool to meet him closer to the house so Teddy couldn't see that Adam was naked in the pool. 

At the end of dinner they were just sitting, drinking wine, and enjoying one another's company, when Steve decided to ask something he had been wanting to ask for a while. "Tell me about your family?" Adam looked across the dining table at Steve. "Why don't you ever talk about your parents? And you only have the one sister, right?"

Adam sat the wine glass that he was drinking from down and swallowed. "Honestly, there is nothing to say about my parents. I haven't spoken with them for years. Once I came out to them, they disowned me."

"Adam, I am sorry." Steve was, he really hadn't known why Adam never talked about them. "Your sister too?"

Adam chuckled, "Yeah, I think she graduated the same year as you. She doesn't talk with me either, not that she gives a shit about me being gay. We were never that close, so when my parents disowned me, it gave her an excuse to pull away completely." Adam looked at Steve. Steve even looked like he wished he hadn't opened this line of questioning with Adam. "Steve it is okay. It has been a long time; it doesn't bother me anymore."

"How old were you?"

"Twenty-one, senior year of college. I am just glad that I had finished all the requirements for a general education degree, of course specializing as a Phys-Ed teacher. During the off season I did my student teaching, just in case the pros didn't happen. I didn't think that Ben would beg me not to go. I was thinking more about a possible injury or not being good enough."

"Ten years?"

"What?"

"Haven't you been following this conversation at all Adam?" Steve asked.

Adam laughed, "Yes, Steve it has been ten years since I have last spoke to my parents or anyone from my family. Do I know how anyone is? No. Do I know if anyone is dead? No. Does it bother me now? No. Did it used to? Yes. But Steve, I am not going to open old wounds. If my family really wanted to find me, they have the money to find me. It isn't that I am far from where I grew up; hell, from where WE grew up. I teach at the same fucking private school we all graduated from. I am sure all the alumni were told when I was hired in, who I was the son of." Adam was trying to keep his voice low, and Steve could tell that he had hit a nerve that ran very deep.

Steve reached across the table and held Adams hand in his. He could feel it shaking. He looked Adam in the eyes, "Adam, I am sorry for asking."

Adam took a few deep breaths to calm himself and closed his eyes for a second. When he opened them and refocused on Steve, Steve could tell that he was calm. "No, it has been ten years. It shouldn't bother me, but somewhere in me, it does."




Adam and Steve Ch. 04



"Would you like to go home?" Adam nodded. Steve got the waiters attention, who came over with the bill straight away. Steve didn't even look in the folder, just slid his card inside and handed it back to him. When the waiter returned a few minutes later, Steve signed his copy.

Once they were out of the restaurant, Adam decided that he would like to walk a bit. "Would you like to stop off at the little café up there and get a coffee and walk around a bit before heading back to the house?"

"That would be wonderful."

They stopped in the little café and got themselves a coffee and then proceeded to walk around the area, not really talking much just walking arm in arm. They found a bench and sat for a bit. Steve leaned up against Adam and Adam put his arm around Steve and they sat like that for a while in silence.

Then Adam started talking, "It was rough in the beginning. I blamed Ben. I think that is why when he first cheated I thought I deserved it because of how I treated him." Steve didn't say anything he just listened. "Having everything you could ever want and then being cut off from family, a lot of friends, and the money, with one statement, just one small statement of 'Mom, Dad, I'm gay'. I honestly didn't think they would have responded that way. I knew my father would be mad for a while, but I was his only son. I thought he would come around. I am glad I was not a betting man. I would have lost that bet."

"What about your mother?"

"My Mother," Adam laughed. "I knew she wouldn't take it well. She had a brother that was gay. My grandparents had turned their backs on him and he committed suicide. I was told this story by my aunt when I was younger when I asked her about him in a picture. So I knew there was a chance that I would be disowned by her if I ever came out. Maybe she is what has kept my father away all these years, I don't know, but..."

"You knew your mother would take it bad, and you told them anyways?"

"Steve I could only have lied to them for maybe a few years more. Maybe, I don't know. She had been asking why I didn't have a girlfriend. Then I was asked point blank why I wasn't going to the pros by my father and I told him. I told him that I loved Ben and that Ben had asked me not to go. What I didn't expect was the rage that came from my dad in the split second of me saying that." Adam leaned away from Steve to look at him. "Have you ever seen my father? I think you graduated with my sister, Jamie, so it is a possibility."

"I don't recall actually, but I do remember Jamie."

"Dad is bigger than me, six-five, and he was a great football player in high school and college. So when I followed in his footsteps, he was so proud of me. I told you I didn't expect the rage. My dad put me on my ass before I even knew what happen. Then he told me to get out of his house and that he would have my things packed up, which I would have one day to pick them up or they will be sent to the dump. I never got my things, because Jamie decided not to contact me when I could come and pick them up, When I called about them he told me that I was too late and to never call again. I didn't."

"Adam, I am sorry."

"Steve, it was my doing. I knew I shouldn't have told him that day, but I did."

"What did you do?"

"Well Ben and I had already move into a little efficiency apartment. He had been working as a police officer before he graduated. I didn't have a job yet. Hell, I was the typical rich kid. I lived on my daddy's money. Ben had to support us because by the time I returned to the apartment that day, my Dad emptied and closed my account. I looked everywhere for a job, even up to a two-hour drive away and couldn't find anything. That is when I ran into my old coach. He was looking for an assistant. It was only a part-time position, but it was a job. I didn't want to work at our alma mater, did you know that?"

"No, I didn't," Steve responded, because he really didn't know. They had never discussed why Adam worked at Westbridge Academy.

"But after not finding anything, I finally gave into Coach Gibson and took the job. It was only supposed to be for football, and then somehow he was able to get my contract extended to baseball. Then the next thing I knew Gibson had me working full-time as a gym teacher and as assistant coach." Adam chuckled. "I owe that man my career. Ten years later, here I am as head coach and I wouldn't give it up for the world."

"Charles Gibson always cared for all his players. Maybe he just didn't want to see bad things happen to you."

"He told me before he retired, that he thought my parents turning their backs on me was cruel, and that no child should lose their parents for any reason." Adam chuckled.

"What?"

"Gibson said, 'Even if you like to fuck guys, you shouldn't lose your family over that. There are worse things you could be doing.' Gibson never once talked to me about being gay in the seven years I was his assistant coach. I had never mentioned it, but everyone knew why I was disowned by my family."

"Where is Gibson now?"

"Florida." Adam chuckled. "He wanted warm weather and was tired of the ground shaking under him." Adam squeezed Steve. "Would you like to go home now?"

When Adam and Steve arrived home they pulled up and there were no lights on in the house which they thought was odd. When they walked in they could hear the TV on in the family room and headed towards it. "Oh, hell no," Steve stated loudly as Jeff and Teddy jumped apart. "Jeff, go home."

"I'll take you." Adam responded.

"It's okay, Coach, I can walk." Jeff responded.

"No, Jeff, I will take you home. Get your stuff. I'll be in the car." Adam walked back out to the car and waited.

Jeff walked out of the house as slowly as he could and opened the passenger side of the car and got in. "Coach, we weren't going to do anything else, I swear."

"We will talk about this either tomorrow morning, or when Steve is home again. I am sure Teddy will be calling you in a bit."

"Yes, Coach." The ride to Jeff's house didn't take long and Jeff didn't talk other than thanking Adam for driving him home. When Adam returned to Steve's, Teddy was in his room and Steve was waiting on the sofa in the living room for him.

"Do I have to leave tomorrow?"

"I think your father would be upset if you weren't in the meeting Monday."

Adam sat next to Steve, put his arm around him and Steve just melted into to Adam. "Teddy is in love with Jeff."

"They were only...."

Steve cut Adam off, "I know they were only."

"Then you need to set some ground rules with them. Jeff is older by a year. He is going to be a senior in the fall. Is this relationship going to make it past him graduating?"

"Oh god, I didn't even think about that. I don't know if I can go through teenage heartbreak."

Adam laughed, "Steve, they aren't broken up right now. We don't have to go through that yet and when the time comes you will be a good and understanding dad."

Teddy was standing in the hallway listening to them, "Did Jeff say anything?"

"No, but I did tell him that we all will probably be sitting down to talk in the morning or when you get back again."

"I think in the morning would be best. Let's not make these two love birds wait until next weekend to find out what I have to say about this."

Teddy came into the living room, "Steve, can Jeff come back over, please? We weren't doing anything wrong."

"There are going to be rules that Jeff and you will need to start following."

"I understand that, Steve. So can he come back over?" Teddy was pleading.

Steve knew he was too soft with Teddy. He knew he should say no, but he just couldn't for some reason. "Yes, but isn't it going to look odd that Adam just took him home and he is coming back?"

"No, because no one was at home when he got there." Teddy walked over to the door and opened it and called for Jeff to come in. Steve just shook his head and Adam chuckled.

"Well then, have a seat. I wasn't prepared for this, but I think I can wing it." Steve was looking at Jeff and Teddy. They looked like two deer in headlights. "Boys, please have a seat."

"Yes, Steve, " they both responded at the same time.

Adam stayed quiet while Steve talked to Jeff and Teddy about their relationship. He even left the room for a few minutes and came back. Steve touched on the age difference and that Jeff will be a senior next year, Teddy only being a junior. He did state that he didn't mind them kissing like they were doing tonight, and that he was sorry he over-reacted. Also he hoped that they truly think about not having sex until after they are both eighteen. He said it is an adult decision. Though he knew they had raging teenage boy hormones, they just needed to wait.

Once Steve was done talking with the boys, they asked if they could go to Teddy's room, to which Steve nodded his head. "What did you do while I was talking to the kids?"

"I got something from our closet and put it on Teddy's bed."

"What?"

"Flavored condoms. I know he is not going to have sex right now; we have already had that discussion...."

"You what?"

"He asked me about anal sex one morning on our way to school. He wanted to know if it was painful. I told him it can be if done wrong, but I told him that he should wait until he was eighteen like you just stated. He asked when was the first time I had sex. I didn't lie, my first time was at twenty-one with Ben, when we had our own apartment. Yeah, we did everything else, and Ben will tell you, I sucked." Adam laughed. "I didn't know anything. Yeah, I was great at oral and fingering him, but when it came to actually fucking him, hell, once I got inside him, I could last a whopping minute, if that."

"So you gave them flavored condoms?"

"I don't know where Jeff has been, do you? And sadly Teddy. I am hoping he is innocent and everything, but still don't know if he has done anything." Adam laughed, "And, Steve, hopefully it is not going to turn to oral tonight, or tomorrow, but they aren't going to just stay kissing one another. I hope we are not going to know when it turns into anything else with those two."

"Agreed, I don't want to know, but I do want to know as a parent. But thank you for putting the condoms in the room. I honestly didn't think about that. Maybe we need to tell them why they need one on for everything."

"I left them a note," Adam said dryly.

Steve just shook his head and stood up, "Let's go to bed, I would like some snuggle time with you before I have to be on a plane forever tomorrow."

*****

That last trip to London lasted two weeks. It was the last two weeks of school, and summer vacation was finally here. Adam had to go into work for some end-of-the-year meetings, but other than that he was at Steve's or his house, depending on if Steve was home or at work.

Teddy's mother, Cindy, asked if she could have Teddy for a few weeks. Of course Steve told her she could because she was his mother. Teddy didn't want to go because he didn't want to leave Jeff for that long, but Steve told him, Jeff would still be here when he came home. There was always the phone and computer to talk on.

Since Teddy was going to be at his mother's, Steve decided that some time away with Adam was in order. He asked Adam if he had any more school-related things and Adam responded no. So Steve asked if he would like to take off for a week. "I would love to Steve, but, I had some unexpected bills pop up with my house, and...."

Steve cut him off, "Adam it is my treat. I'm not asking you to pay for anything. I want to do this for us." Steve looked at Adam, "Adam, what is wrong?"

"Steve, I love you."

"But?"

"But, I am a school teacher."

"Yeah, and?"

"Steve, almost everything we do, you pay for. When we go out to dinner, it is generally at an expensive restaurant. My thoughts of a dinner out is grinders or pizza. When I was watching Teddy and going out to breakfast and dinner with him every day, yeah, it was costing me a lot to feed the both of us, but it was still manageable. Your solution to the problem was you wanted to hire a cook."

"Adam it doesn't bother me to pay for everything, and you didn't have time to cook for the two of you, so why not let me bring in a cook for the two of you."

"Steve, but it does bother me. No, I can't take you out to the restaurant that we go to weekly. I would be broke in a few months. I have roommates at my house for a reason, and when I did have the apartment, it was in that area of town for the same reason, Steve. I could just afford both. Should I have moved out of my house? Hell no, but I couldn't stand sleeping in the bed that Ben and I shared. So I lived on a lot of peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and I biked to work when I could."

"Adam, I didn't know you felt this way."

"Steve, I wanted to bring it up a while back, but then you were in and out of town so much I just wanted to be with you when you were here. I didn't want to start a fight."

"How can we work on this? What can I do to help how this makes you feel?"

Adam laughed. "As much as you want to simplify your life Steve, you still live high off the hog. Hon, I am not asking you to change yourself. I don't want you to change yourself for me. Just the three to four hundred dollar meal that we take in every week, can we cut back on them?"

Steve looked again at Adam, and then laughed himself. "I guess I never thought about it. Babe you are correct. I guess as much as I thought I was living simply, taking you out for the three to four hundred dollar dinner wasn't. I just wanted to treat my guy well is all, but I didn't think of how I was making you feel." Steve pulled Adam over to the couch. They had been standing in the kitchen all this time. "Adam, I promise you, I will try my best to stop making you feel inferior. I love you, and I want to be with you. Please tell me when I am doing this, Babe."

"Deal or I will just walk out on you," Adam smiled.

"Can we please discuss letting me take you away?"

Adam shook his head in disbelief. He couldn't believe that Steve still wanted to talk about it. "Steve, where did you want to take me? And please tell me you didn't already purchased the tickets."

"Paris, and no, but do you have your passport?"

"Yes, but," Adam turned sideways so he could look at Steve while talking to him. "How about this? We can go away," Adam saw Steve perk up, "Not to Paris, but for a long weekend to somewhere that will not cost you much money. We can either stay in together or go out."

"Where?" Steve couldn't think of anyplace.

Adam laughed. "Your cabin."

"Which one?" Steve wasn't thinking that he had only taken Adam to Lake Tahoe.

Adam got up and walked out of the room, "Of course you would have more than one."



Adam & Steve, Eve's Fall



Steve Cahill grinned with a certain nasty pleasure at the idea of what he might do with his new slave. The poor fellow had to shower to clean up from the scat and golden showers frequently forced on him. He frankly stank like a sewer, if Steve were to be honest with Eve, the man's sadistic Mistress/wife. 

He gathered that poor Adam had suffered a great deal, so lightening up on him would be best for now. He needed to regain some of his dignity and his understanding that, while submissive and a slave, he was still a person, a man with rights. The fact that Eve planned to break her husband/slave of such self-esteem indicated that Steve didn't have any time to waste. 

He would start by allowing Adam some of the usual things that people take for granted, such having a sensible meal and leisure time. Hell, he'd even get to watch some TV and drink some beer with Steve! For at least a few hours, Mr. Cahill intended to act as if Adam was just a buddy. That would be a welcome change after so much torture, and would enable him to relax a bit. 

That didn't mean, of course, that there would be no gay sex. Steve liked both sexes, so the idea of fucking this handsome fellow didn't exactly displease him. He would just be nicer about both dominating and buggering him. He would also leave the chastity device completely alone for the weekend. By the time that Adam was supposed to return to his Mistress, he would have had some time to adjust to frequent releases. This would give him a strong motive not to return to his wife. 

"Adam, are you hungry?" Steve casually probed, trying to figure out how long it would take for the man to speak up openly. 

"Yes, Master Steve. I haven't eaten any real food in a number of days. Mistress likes to keep her slaves 'hungry and horny' on a frequent basis. She says that it discourages a bad attitude on our part," Adam groaned, his stomach truly growling at the notion of a meal. 

"What kind of food do you eat, when you're allowed to dine?" Steve inquired, truly stunned at the extent of the abuse and neglect that even Eve would impose on her slaves. 

"Mostly beans and stale bread, Master Steve. I can drink only lukewarm water and herbal tea, which is supposed to be good for me, but gets dull after a while. Sometimes, she likes to torture me by making me eat something very hot and not allowing me to drink anything at all. She once made me shove a jalapeno up my own ass and then eat it. I got very sick that time, so she made me clean up after myself. Red meat is strictly forbidden, because she likes to keep me anemic," Adam explained, remembering angrily the kind of deprivation he suffered, once even being forced to hand feed his wife some sirloin steak, but not permitted to have any of it for himself. 

"Jupiter, King of Heaven! That's horrible! Well, I promise you that I won't make eat that kind of shit at all. There will be plenty of red meat for you this weekend. Do you like beer?" Steve reacted to this atrocity. Personally, he was sure that such a situation would have ruined jalapenos for him for life. As for herbal tea, well, he never really liked it in the first place. 

"Yes, though I haven't been allowed to drink any for a while," Adam confirmed Steve's suspicions. 

"Any favorite brand? This is your deprogramming. Part of that involves allowing you some decent liquor, at least in my opinion," Steve encouraged his guest. 

"Foster's. I haven't had any Aussie beer in ages. I don't know if I can handle it now, though, after so long of not drinking any of it. It might be too strong for me. Oh, well, it's worth a shot, if you have any. Can I have a cigarette? Eve doesn't allow me to smoke. I know that it's bad for me, but I could use something to adjust to this much change," Adam answered, catching himself say "Eve" for the first time in ages, instead of "Mistress". 

"After all of the rough treatment that you've had at her hands, lung cancer is the least of your worries. I wouldn't surprised if you need some major therapy for post-traumatic stress disorder. Sure, I'm trying to quit, so have one. Maybe you can help me cut back, and then we can quit properly, of our own volition. Odd that she should give a damn about your health, given her overall disregard for it. I think that she just wanted to make your life as unpleasant as possible. 

"As for the beer, that's fine with me. A nice imported lager would be a great way to celebrate your new situation. I honestly hope that you choose not to go back. You're welcome to stay as long as you wish, Adam. We can find you a new job and get you a divorce from Eve. Tonight, we'll watch some porn, drink plenty of beer, and have a cookout. Some ribs will be nice, don't you think? 

"I'll introduce you to some of my neighbors. You see, I'm hosting the neighborhood block party this weekend. My only rule is that you don't tell anyone about our lifestyle. They already think that I am gay. That's as wild of a rumor as I care to have spread about me in such a conservative subdivision. They will probably just assume that you're my new boyfriend, that's all, if we're lucky. Don't confirm anything. Just keep it mysterious.

"Now, how about you earn that cigarette you're smoking right now by sucking my cock before we have to go to the store? Don't worry. I'll leave the anal for after the party. Even then, there will be a lot of lube. I'm not the sort to be a mean Master, as you can tell," Steve announced, as they both rubbed out the butts of their cigarettes. 

Adam had no difficulty with sucking a dick by now. It was second nature to him, after so much experience with the act. Steve's cock was significantly larger than most, but he had taken even bigger ones since becoming Eve's slave. He focused on deep-throating this great guy and trying to make him cum down his gullet. He licked the head of his host's dick as well, but that was not constant. The main thing was to take as much of the man's cock inside his mouth as he could, welcoming him to fuck his face. 

"Damn, Adam, you're a really hot ol' cocksucker, aren't you? I'll bet that you're at least somewhat bi, if you are that eager to satisfy me like that. I am omnisexual myself, so don't worry that I'll make you please me all of the time. There will be women around, so you'll just have to help me fuck the shit out of them. I have a yen to screw some girls tonight, in fact, so if you get laid too, that will be perfectly acceptable. You probably thought that I was strictly gay, didn't you? Well, even then, I'd still have been an improvement over your wife, wouldn't I? How many real homosexuals would mistreat you like your wife's lovers, who simply amused themselves by raping you? Ohhhh...Gooooddd!" Steve's little speech was cut short, as he grunted his release into Adam's throat. 

Adam swallowed the entire load, making no attempt to spit anything out. He wanted to please his Master, since the man had proven so much better to him than his own Mistress. He had few doubts that he would stay at Steve's, much to his wife's chagrin. He also had thoughts of revenge upon his Mistress, even to the point of putting her into a cage and gang-raping her together with Steve and some male friends. 

Steve grinned and kissed Adam on the lips, adding a bit of tongue to reinforce that he still planned to fuck his guest in the ass later. That butt was very appealing in its way, though Steve still had a slight preference for the female version. He also fantasized about getting even with Eve, sodomizing her repeatedly in concert with some buddies and Adam himself. A cruel bitch like her had earned such punishment, hadn't she? 

"Alright, Adam, let's get dressed and go out to the store. Here, use some of my clothes until we can buy some better ones for you. Mine might be a bit large, but a belt will help you there. They're right here in the closet. Just don't stay in there for long," Steve punned, as they got ready to leave the house.

There was much to do, but he had some help now. The block party should be a hoot. There were always straight girls eager to "cure a gay man". They were great for an easy lay, and there was nothing wrong with that. If they didn't know that he was bisexual, he wouldn't disabuse them. They were foolish enough to buy the myth that "all of the good ones were married or gay", so that was their fault. 



Adam & Steve, Not Eve



Eve Winters, known to her slaves and the BDSM community, as "Mistress Eve", was quite pleased with her success in controlling her slaves so far. She was especially satisfied with the power that she had over Adam, her husband. She married him to get legal title to half of his estate, which has considerable.

She frequently fucked other men, and only allowed Adam to have sex with his fellow slaves, all of whom were men. She rarely fucked him herself, so he was generally desperate enough to go for the gay thing, which she tried to encourage as much as possible. She just got turned on by watching her small, timid husband having sex with the bigger slaves, always in the bottom position. 

At the start of their relationship, she had promised him other partners, which she delivered, though not as he wished. She also promised to respect his limits, and in that she lied. She used a strap-on with him, even though he hated it, mainly to get him used to being anally penetrated. She took his anal virgnity that way.

She never acknowledged his safeword, either, so he eventually stopped using it. 

His cock and balls were kept in a harnessing device, until he was wanted for sex, and then mostly for men. She often used him to entertain her friends, by having him suck cocks that were about to plunge into her. She had also trained him to eat their cum out of her cunt. She made fun of his dick, but she was not the typical "cuckold" wife, in that she at least allowed him to masturbate and have sex with men, but not women. 

Her main cruelty lay in the fact that she used him to pleasure men, but rarely allowed him to fuck her, as he would have preferred. She also whipped and chained him on a regular basis, and kept him horny for days, just to get him in the mood for gay sex. The problem with the whipping was that it was extravagant, to the point of leaving him raw when she was done.

One day, however, when he had refused to take the abnormally sized cock of one of her boyfriends up his ass, she decided to teach him a lesson. She knew this man, Steve Cahill, whom she assumed to gay, since he showed no interest in her, and she decided to offer Adam to Steve, who had written several short stories under the pen name of 

"HARSHMAN". She, not surprisingly, assumed that this meant that he was a cruel master, like he described in some of his revenge stories.

Steve was quite astonished to get this offer in his e-mail, but he went to her place to check it out. What he knew about Eve so far did not impress him. She seemed the typical sadistic mistress, the domme type who didn't have any internal self-restraint, or core values, to prevent herself from going mad or sociopathic.

Her place did not change his opinion of her. It seemed a typical "dungeon", and suggested a fascination, or even obsession, with torture. It sickened him to think that she assumed that he was just like her. Well, he thought, I'll teach her a lesson, one quite different than the one she expects me to teach Adam! I'll teach both of them that bondage is about loving control and dominance, as well as willing submission, not cruelty and barbarism.

"Steve, I want you to show this foolish husband of mine his place in my household, and help me keep him in it! He seems to think that he has the right to choose which men to suck off and for whom to bend over. I choose that, not him, and I want him to understand that his role is to satisfy my whims, whatever they happen to be. I'm sick of his self-esteem getting in the way, and I want to break him of any remaining notions of having 'rights'."

"I'll set him straight, Eve. Be assured of that."

"That's what I thought. He's yours for the weekend."

"Thank you, Eve. That shows a lot of confidence in me."

"Well, I have reason to be confident with putting Adam in the custody 'HARSHMAN', don't I?"

"Indeed, I know what to do with him. Just hand him over to me, with the keys to his chastity device."

"Very well. Here they are- try not to use the keys too often. A horny slave is a helpful slave."

Steve led the very horrified Adam out of the house, into his van. Adam had no doubt been warned that his temporary master would be severe with him. He was dreading his torture. Little did he know what to expect.

The first thing Steve did when they arrived at his house, much to Adam's shock, was to unlock the chastity device, unchain Adam, and let him masturbate. Then, he told him to take a shower.

"You're kinda dirty, from the looks of you. Too much scat and golden showers of late. You need to be cleaned up, for your health and mine. You have been in bad hands. I will change that. From now on, you are safe. You are safe from torture, humiliation, cruelty, and degradation. You are safe from evil at the hands of your wife. You will be punished when you disobey, but not to excess. There will be self-restraint, and you will get a safeword. How about 'Eden'? Appropriate, given your name."

"Thank you, Master."

"Call me Master Steve. I prefer to have my name included in the title, Adam. I will only call you slave when you disobey me, and have to be reminded of your station."

"You're so kind, Master Steve. Not like my mistress."

"Yes, Adam, that's very true. I am nothing like your mistress, as you will soon find out."

To be continued....



Adam and Steve



I had to admit that men's backsides looked appealing – they weren't that dissimilar from women's breasts, after all – and so, in my current lack of female company, I figured that I'd built up a bizarre fantasy about them, fuelled by pictures on the internet and my own over-creative imagination.

It had to be purely fantasy – didn't it? – surely there could be nothing more to it. I mean, I was getting aroused at the thought of putting my mouth on another person's arsehole: the part of the body used for shitting to put it at its crudest. And even more bizarre, the arseholes which were the object of my attentions belonged exclusively to other men – a gender towards which I'd never previously felt even a glimmering of sexual attraction.

Of course it was just some slightly sordid fantasy which I'd developed! After all, its origins could be explained completely rationally.

But within just a few days my new-found belief in the normality – innocence, even – of my fetish was shaken so badly that it put paid to all my attempts to explain it in such simplistic terms.

It happened one evening when Steve and I played squash together after work, as we sometimes did when Jake was having his tea at his mum's. After the game, we stripped out of our sweaty sports kits before Steve would take a shower and I would get dressed – I always cleaned up at home as I didn't like having to stand around self-consciously naked in the big tiled communal shower area at the sports centre.

As we undressed, I stole a few glances at Steve's bum after he'd taken off his boxer shorts. This was now pretty commonplace for me when the changing room was empty and I was sure he wasn't looking. I enjoyed admiring his backside – his cheeks were round and pert and he had a thick forest of sweaty hair nestling in his crack – and I knew it would form the basis of my masturbatory imaginings in my bed that night.

But I had now convinced myself that, as pleasant as his arse looked and how enjoyable it would be to fantasize about rimming him, my interest in it was purely aesthetic. The smell of him down there – especially after a day at work and the rigours of a squash game – would be foul and repellent to me.

Of course it would!

Steve hung his white shorts up with the rest of his clothes on a peg and, grabbing his shower gel and shampoo, walked over to the communal showers which were behind a screen. Pulling down my own shorts, I marvelled at how attractive he looked from behind as he walked away from me; Steve was tall with a naturally athletic build and the beauty of his pert backside was quite breathtaking. That evening, I'd probably imagine him squatting over me, beating off his very large and excited erection as I licked at his hole. Of course, I'd never seen Steve with a hard-on and I suspected, from the modest size and shape of his flaccid cock, that his erection would be pretty average. But in my fantasies he would be so aroused by me working my tongue into his anus that his cock would lengthen and thicken to well beyond its normal size and would tower above me as I rimmed him, oozing copious strings of dribble onto my forehead as he stroked it.

Smiling at the prospect of enjoying a good tug that evening, I tucked my own sweaty underwear into my holdall, pulling out a fresh pair ready to step into, and happened to glance at Steve's discarded boxer shorts hanging on his. They were inside-out and it was obvious from a couple of faint stains that it was the back of them which faced outwards.

Here was my chance to prove to myself that the smell of another man's arse – except for that of Guy for whatever reason – would disgust me. Even the thought of touching another male's discarded underwear was distasteful to me, in spite of the regular contact I had with Jake's sometimes luridly-stained boxer-briefs when I came to load up the washing machine at home.

Checking that Steve couldn't see me from behind the screen and that I really was alone in the changing room, I grabbed his boxer shorts from his peg. There were dried yellow stains around the fly where he'd dribbled after taking a piss and I tentatively sniffed at these. They smelled unmistakably of his urine, but the cutting sharpness was combined with the thicker odour of his pubic sweat, especially where his hairy nuts had rubbed against the material.

The smell of Steve's genitals was distinctly different from mine, and also very different from Guy's powerful, strongly masculine odour. Steve's sharper scent was not unappealing – in fact, it was quite attractive in its own way – and I was surprised that the thought occurred to me that sucking Steve's cock and licking his balls would be not be unpleasant. Evidently, my enjoyment of male sex on the internet had given me an appreciation of what was to be found in the front of a man's underwear as well as in the back.

I looked again at the backside of the shorts, recoiling a little from the slight discolouration and a few stray curly hairs along the hem from where they must have ridden up into Steve's arse-crack during the day.

After checking again that I was alone – the prospect of being caught standing naked in a male changing room sniffing at the rear of another man's undies was not one that I relished – I raised the back of the boxer shorts to my nose and inhaled.

Just as when I'd sniffed at the smell of my own backside on my fingers as I'd masturbated in bed, the odour of Steve's arse had an instant and almost overwhelming effect on me. The smell of his bum was only faint but it was so distinct and so different from my own that it immediately got my heart thumping and my head reeling. I inhaled it greedily, running my nose along the length of the hem and enjoying the slightly richer anal smell about two-thirds down from the waistband. My cock hardened rapidly to a full-on erection, exposed in all its enormity by my nakedness.

I heard a couple of men walking from the squash courts into the changing room, talking and laughing after their game. I threw Steve's shorts back onto his peg and dashed across to the toilet stalls to conceal my very obvious excitement.

From the safety of a cubicle, I peered down at my throbbing erection, my foreskin slowly retracting to expose its swollen, pulsating helmet. There was no more trying to persuade myself that my interest in guy's arses was just aesthetic, or a substitute for female breasts or any other excuse I could think up. Just a whiff of Steve's crack had made my cock stiffen faster than I could ever remember it, and had sent me to the privacy of a toilet stall to avoid breaking the first rule of male changing room etiquette: no public erections.

I quickly realised that my hard-on was not going to subside of its own accord: the faintly pungent smell of Steve's backside was fresh still in my nose and was making it ache for attention. I started gently masturbating it, hoping I could quickly bring it to climax into the toilet bowl in silence.

Jesus Christ! Was this what I had reduced myself to? Sniffing underwear and jerking off in the toilet like some overly-randy sixteen-year-old?

The men in the adjoining changing room were chatting together, thankfully oblivious to my predicament, as they undressed to take a shower. I recognised them from their voices: they were younger than Steve and me and had the thin, pale bodies typical of office workers. One of them was usually fashionably unshaven and the other wore his hair gelled up in a sort of half-arsed Mohican style. They were probably workmates from one of the nearby firms of solicitors or estate agents.

I gently swept my foreskin back and forth across my fattened purple cock-head, wishing I'd brought Steve's shorts into the cubicle with me so that I could take another sniff of them.

On second thoughts: what if he'd emerged from the shower to find they were missing while I was – how could I put it – 'using' them? No, that wouldn't have been a good idea at all.

I heard the younger guys' bare feet pad their way into the shower, the two of them making plans to go for a drink together after they'd finished up here.

It dawned on me that their underwear would be lying discarded, unattended, in the changing room. I could almost see them in my mind's eye: they'd be the colourful boxer-briefs that younger guys wear, or maybe those fashionable white briefs which had a prominently-branded waistband.

Still quietly masturbating myself, I wondered if I could sneak out and take a sniff of their underpants before Steve finished off in the shower. He did tend to spend a long time in there.

The rational voice inside my head called out in horror. How could I even be contemplating this? What if I was caught? 

However, I felt so horny from the sniff I'd had of Steve's dirty shorts and the tantalising prospect that two other pairs were just lying around in the changing room waiting for my eager nostrils that such a voice was easily silenced.

I told myself that I might never again have such an opportune moment to get a flavour for a couple of guys' butts from their underwear. They'd be sweaty from their game and no doubt a bit whiffy from where they'd been ridden up into their owners' arse-cracks during the day in their office. My cock twitched its approval of the idea as my fingers gently massaged its length.

But was it really worth the risk?

I peered out of the cubicle into the now-empty changing room. The two men had undressed in front of the benches opposite to mine and Steve's. One pair of underpants hung on a peg like Steve's had – a light grey pair of briefs by the look of them – while the other pair – white but I couldn't see the style – had been discarded on the bench next to a rucksack.

I could hear Steve chatting with the guys as the three of them showered. He was recommending a pub they should try; they were being polite but noncommittal. The three of them were, nevertheless, occupied.

I figured it'd be well worth the risk.

I crept out from the toilet stall and, cupping my genitals in my hands as best as I could, hurried over to where the guys' clothes had been discarded.

I took a wary look towards the door, making sure no-one was coming in.

Then, satisfied that the coast was as clear as it was going to get, I grabbed the grey briefs from the peg. Rearranging them hastily to get them the right way around, I was impressed by how saggy and distended the crotch of them was from the large bulge obviously made by the guy's cock and balls. The guy must be well-hung. Then, turning the rear gusset outwards, I inhaled as deeply as I could from the still-warm material.

The smell was disappointingly soapy: this guy was clearly a lot more thorough in how he washed himself than Steve. There was a trace of something more interesting right where his hole would be, but the overwhelming scent was fragrant – Lynx shower gel, maybe.

I gave my nose a quick once-over of the front of the briefs, but found the smell to be similarly soapy, aside from a small patch where his cock had probably dribbled after he'd taken a piss.

I thrust the briefs back onto the peg in disappointment and grabbed the white pair from the bench which turned out to be Calvin Klein boxer-briefs. It was obvious, from the crustier feel of the material and the immediate waft of dried piss and stale sweat from them, that these underpants had been worn for a good few days. This was more like it!

Turning the briefs inside out, I noticed how stained the gusset was with urine and that off to one side, where his trouser pocket would be, there was a stiffened area of what could have been caked-on semen or was otherwise the dried-up ooze from a prolonged erection. Being so well-worn, I worried that the smell around the back of them might be repugnant rather than attractive. Tentatively, I brought the seat of the underpants up to my nose.

Again, my excitement was instantaneous. My cock, which had softened a little in my nervousness about venturing out of the cubicle and the disappointing lack of interest in the grey briefs, hardened to full size almost as soon as I sniffed the young guy's soiled shorts. The smell was in no way faecal, as I'd anticipated: it was powerful and undeniably anal, but also intensely exciting on some base, primeval level. I beat myself with renewed vigour and urgency as I pressed the underpants to my nose and inhaled the skunky, cloying odour of the guy's butt-crack. I imagined he was bending over in front of me, parting his cheeks with his hands as I licked at his hole.

I ran my nose along the material between the leg holes of the briefs, avidly sniffing the pathway leading from the rich, robust flavours at the back towards the sweatier, more sexual, odours at the front where the guy's hairy balls would have been cupped just moments earlier. If he was bending in front of me, I could push forwards and lick his dampness, rich with sex and testosterone, from his plump sack while my nose was wedged into his hot, hungry hole.

His hand would be fast on his cock – just as mine was now – thumping back and forth along its thick and veiny length, as he pushed his cheeks against my face and my tongue danced around on his seed-filled bollocks.

I returned my nose urgently to the back of the underpants, relishing the darker, more personal, odours permeating the material. It suddenly dawned on me that this wasn't just the smell of him being rimmed: this was the smell of him being fucked.

This was the smell of me standing up, grabbing his hips and pushing my cock deep into his spit-moistened chute. This was the smell of my hips slapping against his buttocks as I thrust myself in and out of his most intimate hole. This was the smell of men rutting together, the smell of me butt-fucking another man, the smell of –

My balls began emptying themselves, spurting thick gobs onto the wall and the bench next to the guy's rucksack as I struggled to avoid his pile of clothes.

Before my climax had subsided and just as the first pangs of disgrace were starting to bite, I threw the dirty underpants back onto the bench and darted over to my own clothes to find a handkerchief or sock – anything – to wipe up my cum which was splattered around the showering guy's stuff.

At that moment I heard Steve's voice behind me. "Jesus, Rob! Are you still not ready?"

I felt my face flush, quickly cupping my still-oozing erection in my hand to try and hide it from him as he emerged from the shower room, drying his hair.

I struggled to find any words, but managed, "Sorry, Steve... I just... well..."

Steve walked up beside me and, glancing down at my poorly-concealed hard-on, laughed.

"Oh fuck, mate! Not the best place to get one of those!"

I looked up at him, feeling my face burning. This was like one of the recurring nightmares I sometimes have, except that usually in those I'm experiencing this embarrassment in the middle of my office.

"Yeah... I... er... got caught out..."

He laughed again. I was amazed that he was finding this funny.

"You can say that again! Good job you always shower at home, Rob. There's a couple of guys in there and things might get awkward if one of them drops the soap!"

I smiled with as much humour as I could muster and, still struggling to hide my excitement with one hand, grabbed my briefs with the other.

Steve finished drying his hair and threw his towel down on the bench.

He gave my forearm and affectionate pat and said, reassuringly, "Come on, mate – don't get so hung up about it. It happens to all of us."

"Yeah, I know. It's just a bit embarrassing..."

"You should be proud of it, Rob... I'd noticed you were well-hung, but... Jesus! I had no idea you were such a grower!"

"Pity my ex-wife didn't share your appreciation. She used to say it was about as pleasant as looking at an aroused horse."

I tried to hitch the leg of my briefs over my foot without exposing my erection. It wasn't so much the excited state of my cock that I was worried about him seeing – although that was bad enough – it was the white dribbles which were still oozing out of it and which he would immediately recognise as semen.

Steve grabbed his white boxer shorts from his peg and bent over to put them on. Laughing again, he called out, "I am safe to bend over, aren't I?"

I flushed again at the sight of his arse which had, in part, led me to this state of discomfort. I yanked my briefs up, relieved to finally tuck my cock away out of view, and muttered, "Come on, Steve. Don't be daft..."

Having pulled his shorts up, Steve glanced over at the stuff belonging to the guys who were finishing off in the shower. He thankfully seemed oblivious to the wetness on the bench and up the wall, his eyes instead being drawn to the more noticeable state of the white boxer briefs which were turned outwards where I'd thrown them down.

He nudged me and whispered, "Jesus – look at the state of that guy's skivvies..."

I glanced over and feigned a look of disdain. "Ugh... grim..."

Pulling his shirt on, Steve went on, still whispering even though it was implausible that the young men could have heard him over the noise of their shower: "Gor – a sniff of those would have taken care of your stiffie, mate!"

"Yeah," I muttered. "It would have sorted it out in no time."

And then I grinned over at him as if the idea that I might sniff the back of another guy's underwear was the most amusingly absurd thing I'd heard in a long while.

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