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The 4 in the tub wasn't that bad.....they only kissed. Now if you start describing more then the 2 women kissing........well that should be another story.....perhaps on Justusgirls.com.....lol.....J/K
Your devoted fan,
The 4 in the tub wasn't that bad.....they only kissed. Now if you start describing more then the 2 women kissing........well that should be another story.....perhaps on Justusgirls.com.....lol.....J/K
Your devoted fan,
Totally agree with Sheep on this one Hardon killer.
I like Mags and Cali I think of them as sisters, but lately
they seem to always be crashing the party. Also never in
a million years would I show my errection to a female friend
whom I think of as a sister.
I like the joke with Brad's ball KO'ing people, but I was
waiting for Brad to snap. There is so much teasing one
person could take even from very close friends.
Also a female friend who catches you jerking off and joking
about it WOW I would need some therapy.
I'd get a panic attack, my face would be totally red and my
head would feel like it would explode or my face would
turn ghostly white.
I see Mags and Cali as 2 annoying sisters in this chapter.
No offense Neil. Lately Mags and Cali seem to just turn me off.
Story gets great but then they come in and they hit the
off button on me. I can't wait for Brad and Ted to have more
alone time on their weekend at Niagara Falls for some peace,
quiet and some fun.
Lesson learned. Ix-nay on ali-Cay and ags-May. They will become friendly, unintrusive neighbours.
Part XXX
The topsoil arrived Monday morning, dumped in a huge pile on a blue tarp placed over the driveway. Brad began moving the dirt himself, but was joined in the early afternoon when Mags brought Tyler to the house to play with Lindsay. She started to help Brad shovel the soil into the wheelbarrow and she got hooked. She loved watching the garden take shape. By early Tuesday afternoon, the raised gardens were full of soil.
She was there again early Wednesday morning for the arrival of the plants which Brad had unloaded into the garage. Mags was not only becoming Brad's best friend, she was also becoming obsessed with gardening. Brad was patient and answered all her questions and showed her how to properly plant the new plants, breaking open the root system, and setting them at the proper depth before packing the loose soil around them. He drew up the plant lay-out on the computer and printed it off. With Mag's help, he had all the planting done by Friday morning. Friday afternoon, he and Mags assembled Lindsay's garden swing and set it into place on a diagonal near the right side of the bark chips, tucked under a small shade tree.
In just a few days, my yard turned from a few snake-shaped walls to a garden oasis complete with garden swing, beautiful plants and bushes, and a few small trees. But he still wasn't quite finished. While Cali and Tyler were playing in the pool with Lindsay and me Friday evening, Mags and Brad were busy out front with Brad's special secret.
The sun was dipping toward the horizon when Brad and Mags came around the corner of the house. Both looked exhausted, but both looked enormously pleased and excited.
We climbed out of the pool and, as a group, walked around the house to see our new gardens. We had seen most of it, of course, but Lindsay's special surprise stopped her in her tracks. In the middle of the bark-chip patio stood a small, burbling fountain. Colourful dancing faeries surrounded the rim. A larger faerie, which looked as if it were suspended above a rock at the back of the fountain, poured water from a jug. John and Bernice joined us. Lindsay walked into her garden in silence. Cali and Tyler followed me in. Brad and Mags stood back and watched.
"Oh, Daddy," Lindsay said in awe as she ran her fingers over the fountain and the dancing faeries. "It's beautiful." I stepped back toward the swing, watching her. She circled her fountain, touching each faerie and choking back the tears. I glanced at Brad. He was beaming as he stood there with his arms crossed over his chest. Mags was dabbing at her eyes with a tissue. Brad nodded toward the garage and I looked. And then I saw it. The fountain wasn't the real surprise.
"Sweetheart," I called softly. She looked up and I motioned her toward me. She stopped in her tracks as she approached and stared. Hidden from the front yard and the street by several strategically-placed bushes stood a snow-white unicorn with a golden horn. It's back was to the wall and the unicorn's head was turned, looking out of the garden toward the swing.
As Lindsay slowly crept forward, Cali and Tyler drew near me. Brad and the others joined us. The unicorn's head stood almost to Lindsay's shoulders. Her hand reached out and touched it so gently she might be touching a raindrop.
Brad stepped beside me and wrapped his arm around my waist. I turned to him, wrapped my own arms around him and held him closer than I have ever held him before. "I love you so much, Bradley Hayes," I said. Brad held me back just as tightly.
I looked back to Lindsay. She was stroking the unicorn with all the love and wonder she could manage. When she turned around to look for Brad, tears were streaming down her face. She saw Brad standing beside me, she ran to him, arms outstretched. Brad squatted quickly to catch her in his own arms. As he stood up with Lindsay clinging to him, Cali and Tyler went to see the unicorn.
"Thank you, Brad," Lindsay whimpered through her tears. "I love you."
"I love you, too, Lindsay."
We stood there in Lindsay's garden for quite some time. Lindsay and Tyler sat side-by-side on the garden swing, swaying back and forth and looking at the unicorn.
I hugged Brad again and kissed him this time. "How did you manage this?" I whispered. "That thing must have cost a fortune."
"You bought the fountain," Brad whispered back. "Mom and Dad leant me the money the unicorn. I'll pay them back, Ted," he said. "It's my gift to Lindsay."
As the sun fell below the horizon, small solar lights came on, lighting the gardens in a mellow, sheltered glow. It was a whole new world at night.
"Excuse me, everyone," Bernice called. "You're all invited to our home for coffee and cake. Pop for the kids."
Who could resist an invitation like that?
* * * * *
With back-to-school' only a few weeks away, Saturday and Sunday became shopping days for us. Brad had got money from his father and I headed out to the malls with both he and Lindsay in tow.
Lindsay needed' all those new gadgets - cell phone with digital camera, laptop, iPod, MP3 player - but she didn't get a single one of them. I bought her a new calculator, though. Sunday afternoon, we spent a few hours going through her dressers and closet and sorted out all the clothes she couldn't or wouldn't wear anymore to make room for her new outfits and the new winter coats I'd bought. The personal clothing was tossed in the trash. The rest went with me Monday morning and was dropped off at the local charity clothing shop. Two garbage bags full.
I made final preparations for our trip to Niagara. Brad still didn't know about it. I was ready for it and so looking forward to it. Lindsay already knew she was going to Grandma's and Grandpa's for the weekend.
I'd arranged to take Friday afternoon off work (thanks again to JW) and came home unexpectedly for lunch. I told Terry she could have the afternoon off. After lunch, I took Lindsay to Bernice while Brad helped Terry clean up, gave her a big hug and kiss, and told her we'd be back on Sunday. I promised to phone her every night. She wanted to come with us, of course, but she understood that I wanted to spend some time alone with Brad.
Brad tried to drag the surprise out of me, but I wouldn't budge. We showered together, then packed our suitcases, locked the doors, and we were off.
We stopped in Mississauga to visit with Bill and Warren. He was out of the hospital by then and back home. He looked so much better than he'd looked the last time we'd seen him. There was so much life in him again and the lost weight didn't hurt his appearance at all. They knew we were coming. I'd already told them of my weekend plans, and they promised not to say anything.
Brad got a huge, tight hug from Warren topped with a kiss on the lips. Of course, it was probably just so he could enjoy feeling Brad pressed against him. I didn't mind. Before he let Brad go, though, his right hand slid down and gave Brad's right butt cheek a healthy squeeze.
"If I wasn't a married man," he said, "I'd ravish you right here on the carpet."
"And the excitement would put you underground," Bill joked.
Warren stepped back and looked down at Brad's crotch, now encased in his favourite white shorts. "Yes," he said as he licked his lips. "But what a way to go, n'est pas?"
Brad smiled at him when Warren looked back up again. "You know, if I didn't like you so much, you'd be eating knuckles right now."
"Just make sure you knock out enough teeth so I can get my mouth around. . ."
"Warren!" Bill and I were thinking the same thing. We said the same thing, too. At the same time.
"Aw, come on, guys," Warren said. "You can't serve up something as delicious as this boy here in front of Warren Littlefield without expecting a little innocent fantasy."
"Innocent fantasies don't grab butts," I said.
"Yeah, well, tell that to my hand." Warren's hand reached down and grabbed another handful and stayed there. "See? It has a mind of its own."
Brad smiled a chipped-tooth grin. "I like you, Warren Littlefield, but get your hand off my ass."
Warren pulled his hand away and grumbled, "Spoil sport." Then he raised his hand and looked at it. "I'll never wash this hand again."
"And that would be different how'?" Bill teased.
"Oh!" Warren said as he sat back down on the sofa. "Men! Can't live with em! Can't shoot em!"
We talked then, about Brad and myself, about Lindsay, and the new neighbours, and the pool and hot tub, and the new gardens. We'd brought pictures with us. Brad earned a congratulatory hug from both Bill and Warren for his landscaping.
"You should go into the business," Bill said seriously as he looked at the photos. "If you do, and you need investors, give me a call."
"Really?" Brad asked.
"You did this all by yourself, didn't you?" Bill responded with his own questions. "You didn't use someone else's design?" Brad shook his head no'. "Then this is something I wouldn't hesitate a moment to invest my money in."
"Well," Brad said, "I've thought about it before. I enjoy it."
"Then think harder," Bill said.
"Listen to him, Bradley," Warren said. "Bill doesn't give away his money lightly. If he's willing to give it to you, he believes in you and what you can do."
Brad said, "Thanks," but I could see his mind working. The future career he'd thought he had planned wasn't quite the one he was thing about now. I, of course, would back him up all the way, whichever way he decided to go.
* * * * *
By the time we hit the QEW heading toward Burlington, Brad finally knew where we were going. A huge smile split his lips and he looked like a little boy who was going to his first Blue Jays game at the SkyDome.
"Niagara Falls?" he grinned. "You're taking me to Niagara Falls?"
"Just you and me," I told him. "But first, we're going to Crystal Beach. My Mom wants to meet you. My Dad, not so much, but Mom does."
"I won't cause any problems there, will I?"
"Nothing I can't handle," I assured him.
Dad wasn't exactly thrilled with the way his son had turned out, but he remained polite for the most part and was relatively accepting of Brad. He spent most of his time grumbling in a silence which we could hear. I'm sure Mom had given him a dressing down before we got there.
After the formalities were complete and we'd both received a hug and kiss from Mom and a handshake from Dad, we sat at the diningroom table having a cup of tea. Mom didn't have any coffee in the house. No self-respecting de Villiers would drink coffee. Except me. I was more Canadian than South African. No lingering British habits here.
Mom's main concern was with Lindsay. "How does she feel about all this with the two of you?"
"She's fine with it, Mom," I told her. "She loves Brad."
"Does she understand it?"
"She understands enough. We answer her questions when she asks them," I said. "When she's older, she'll understand better when we talk about it."
"Just don't let the fag turn her into a lesbo," Dad mumbled.
"Dad!" I shouted as I stood up. "How dare you! You never once bitched and complained about anything I've done in my life! You never said anything about any of the losers I almost married! You never said anything about Connie, even after you found out what she did to your own granddaughter! I love Brad, damn it! If he's a fag, that makes me a fag, too! I won't sit here in this house and listen to you talk like that to either of us!" I grabbed Brad's arm, yanking him roughly to his feet. "Come on, Brad. We're getting the hell out of here."
Mom was on her feet. "Ted, please."
"I'm sorry, Mom!" I said. "I can't stay here and listen to this bullshit!" I dragged Brad by the arm into the livingroom, heading for the door. Mom caught me before I reached it.
"Ted!" She grabbed my arms and held me and looked up at me. The top of her head barely reached my shoulders. "Please don't go like this, Ted. He's just upset at the way things have turned out for you. He thinks it's his fault."
"It's no-one's fault but mine, Mom. I was the one who wouldn't allow myself to see the truth before."
"You mean your whole life, your whole marriage was a lie?"
"Only to me, Mom." I smiled at her. Brad still stood close beside me. "It took Brad to show me what my life really was."
"Ted?" My father's voice was quiet and calm. I looked at him standing there in the entrance to the diningroom. "May I speak with you for a moment? Alone?"
I nodded. "Sure, Dad." He disappeared back into the diningroom. I gave Mom's arms a squeeze. "We'll be okay," I told her, and kissed her cheek.
Dad was standing behind his chair when I got there. He looked down for a few seconds, then back up to meet my eyes. "I don't like this one bit, Ted. I don't understand it and I don't approve of it."
"Dad," I said, but he stopped me with a raised hand.
"Listen to me, Son," he said. His hands moved to the sides of my shoulders. "You've never stood up to me in your life. That took guts. And if this is what it takes for you to stand up to me, then it has to mean something to you."
"It does, Dad."
His eyes flashed back and forth between mine for the longest time before he spoke again. "I don't think I can ever accept it, Son, but I believe I can live with it."
"Dad," I said.
Dad didn't say anything. He just pulled me forward into his arms and hugged me. "I love you, Son," he said finally. "That will never change."
"I love you, too, Dad," and I hugged him harder.
When he backed away, I asked, "Can I bring him back in?"
"I'll get them." Dad slapped my shoulder twice. He went to the door. "Honey? Brad? You can come in now." Brad must have hesitated because Dad added, "It's okay, Son. Come on back." A moment later, he returned to his chair and I sat in mine. Mom and Brad joined us.
* * * * *
Dad may not have accepted our relationship, but he sure accepted Brad after he discovered that Brad had designed and built our gardens. He couldn't help but take us into the back yard to show us the English Country Garden' he'd been tinkering with for the past few years. Mom and I sat under the shade of the umbrella, sipping another cup of tea as Dad led Brad from plant to plant and bragged about their survival in the harsh, Canadian winters.
"I think it's going to be alright, Ted," Mom said.
"I hope so."
"Is Brad just buttering up your Dad, or is he genuinely interested in gardens?"
"He's thinking of opening a landscaping business," I told her. "You remember Bill? He wants to invest."
"Bill doesn't even invest in day-old doughnuts," she said. "His wallet squeaks just as loudly as Angus MacPherson's."
I chuckled, but she was right. "Next year, I'm putting in a swimming pool and Brad's going to do the landscaping. I wouldn't be surprised if I end up with an authentic English Country Garden back there, too. Now that he knows what they look like."
We were quiet for awhile, watching Dad and Brad continue their tour. Then Mom said, "I don't understand this homosex thing, Ted, but is it real?"
"You mean the homosexual bit? Yes, it's real."
"No, Honey, I mean the love part," she said. "You said you loved Brad. Is it real?"
"Very," I said.
"May I ask what made you fall in love with him?"
I looked at Brad. He and Dad were laughing at something or other. "Brad is a kind, gentle, caring man, Mom, and he's generous to a fault. That's what I fell in love with."
"And if you hadn't met him?"
I thought about her question as I looked into her wizened eyes. "I don't know, Mom," I said. "I really don't know. The only thing I'm certain of is that I wouldn't be as happy as I am now."
"That's all I wanted to hear."
We left Mom and Dad with the promise that we'd all come down for Thanksgiving in October. Mom was delighted, of course, and Dad was rather anxious that he'd have Brad to help him winterize his garden.
Everything was going to be okay.
* * * * *
We dropped off our suitcases at the hotel, washed up and changed, then headed out to the restaurant for dinner. I'd made reservations there as well. Brad was ecstatic. We could hear the Falls, and we could see the mist rising into the cloudless sky, and it drove Brad mad. He suffered through a delicious dinner, though, and then we began our walk down the hill to the Falls. Sunset wasn't far away, and I wanted Brad to enjoy them to the fullest - at their most beautiful.
When Brad spotted another gay couple walking hand-in-hand, his own hand found mine and we continued on our way. I swear, he was like a little boy. He was so excited that he dragged me to the rail when he realized how close we were. He looked and snapped pictures, then dragged me along the rail until he found the exact spot he wanted to stand on to look at them.
We weren't standing there too long before he released my hand and slid it around my waist, pulling me closer to him. My left arm went around his back. Behind us, the sun dipped closer to the horizon, then slowly slipped beneath it. We stood and looked and waited, and then the lights came on. The Falls were awash with rainbow colours. Brad actually gasped and pulled me tighter.
We stood there for a long time afterward.
* * * * *
Our suite had a Jacuzzi, and Brad and I made good use of it. Room service had brought us a plate of hors d'oeuvres and a bottle of champagne and we sat in the tub for over an hour, relaxing and cuddling, nibbling and sipping.
"I wonder how romantic Mags would think this is?" Brad said.
"I'm sure you'll find out when you tell her all about it." I smiled at him, but Brad cut my smile short with a more-than-passionate kiss. He was hard, of course, and so was I, but we were both up to our shoulders in the water, so everything was beneath the surface, including our free hands.
"I've never had champagne," Brad said after he finally ended the kiss and we gave each other a sip from our own glasses. "It's not what I expected. Why do people go so ga-ga over it?"
"At a hundred and twenty bucks a bottle, you don't yawn."
Brad almost did a classic Hollywood spit take and held up his glass for inspection. "For this!? Gee-sus, Murphy!" I had to laugh. "I guess we'd better drink up before it goes flat."
"Just go easy on it," I told him with a smirk. "I have plans for you later."
Brad kissed me. "Don't worry. It takes more than a few expensive bubbles to soften up this baby."
We turned serious then. Our hugs and kisses became more intense. I set my glass on the side of the tub and took Brad's glass out of his hand, setting it beside mine. I stood up, took him in my arms and pulled him toward me. His cock pressed against me, my own cock rested beside his, trapped between our clinging bodies. Our lips met and we began one of the longest, slowest, most sensual kisses we've ever had. Brad became lost in it, and so did I. Neither of us really wanted it to end, but, like I said, I had plans for Brad.
I ended the kiss and found Brad's hand. I led him out of the tub. The timer still had a half-hour to go and there were still several glasses of champagne left in the bottle, but I didn't care. We were both still steel hard, and we remained so as we dried each other off. I led him by the hand to the bed, sat him down, and pushed him to his back.
He lay there as he watched me open my suitcase, reach into one of the side pockets, and pull out a foil condom pack and a new tube of lubricant. I sat beside him on the bed, setting the lube on the blanket, then ripped open the foil pack. Brad knew it was different from the condoms he always bought.
I removed the latex sheath and held it in my fingers as my other hand reached for Brad's cock. His chest heaved up and down, and his breaths were rapid and full of anxious disbelief. His eyes followed every movement of my hand. I stroked him a few times to make sure he was fully hard, then placed the condom over the head and began to smooth it down his shaft.
His eyes found mine. "Oh, God, Ted!" he gasped. "Oh, God!" His eyes were full of cautious disbelief and stunned questions.
I smiled at him. "It's your turn, Bradley," I said softly.
"Oh, God, Ted!" he repeated as he stared wide-eyed at my hands, still working the condom into place. "Tell me I'm not dreaming. Brad never looked more beautiful than he did at that moment. There was a mixture of fear and concern, but there was also a look of eagerness and anticipation.
I paused the preparations long enough to lean in for a kiss. "It's real, Baby," I said. "You're not dreaming this."
My little secret' was about to be unveiled to Brad. He didn't know about the shoe box in the drawer in my office at home. He didn't know about the toys in that shoe box back home - the toys I'd been using to make myself ready for this moment. He didn't know that I had bought the condoms online specially for him. And he didn't know that I had been planning this night for a long, long time. And that I was doing it all for him.
When both of us were ready, I lay down beside him. He kissed me so hard I thought he might chip another tooth. His breaths were loud and fast and urgent. "Oh, God, Ted," he repeated. "Are you sure?"
"I'm ready for this, Brad," I assured him.
He was terrified that he would hurt me. He moved so slowly and cautiously. With my guidance and urging, he found me and he pushed inside. The moment the head of his cock slid into me, with only a strained wince and some heavy gasps of breath and a loud, prolonged moan on my part, Brad realized he had already done the most hurting he could do.
"Oh, God," he said again, his eyes wide and stabbing into me with nothing but adoration and appreciation. He would repeat that phrase often during the next few minutes.
When I was ready, when I had steeled myself for the intrusion, my hands guided his hips forward. Brad slid into me, filling me beyond anything I could have hoped for. And it was the most wonderful feeling I had ever experienced.
Brad was just as kind and caring and gentle with his love-making as he was with everything else. What discomfort I may have felt melted away when I saw the look of rapture in his beautiful face. It was worth every bit of effort I had put into this night. His good feelings flowed into me.
I lay back and watched him. Everything he was feeling was mirrored in his face, and I saw it all. He was slow and he was loving. Even when he came, there was no urgency in him. There was only the pleasure of doing what only his dreams and thoughts had previously allowed him to do.
I could feel him moving inside me. I could feel his curly pubes brushing against my testicles each time he pushed into me, and I could feel his own balls falling against the cheeks of my ass. There was pain, but the pleasure I was receiving, and the pleasure I could see on Brad's face, far outweighed it all and I felt none of it.
Brad actually whimpered as he fucked me. He paused a few times to kiss me. His thrusting was slow and measured, but it was no less effective in bringing about his orgasm. Even in the coolness of the room, beads of sweat broke out on his brow. There was more on his back when my hands found their way there. The dimmed lights from the headboard lit up the green of his eyes and they twinkled. Every bit of love I had for Brad was put into that night. It belonged to him.
I could feel Brad cumming deep inside me. I could feel every swelling, every pulse, every jerk and spasm and twitch of his magnificent cock. And I watched it all happen on his face.
When he finally pulled himself out of me, he fell to his side beside me and gathered me into his arms, holding me as tenderly and lovingly as he had ever done. His kiss was as slow and sensual as his love-making had been.
Neither of us spoke. I removed the condom, rolling it up and setting it aside. My lips and tongue cleaned him off, and then I settled in beside him, pulling the blanket over us to keep out the chill of the air-conditioned room. My hand reached to the headboard and the dimmed lights flickered out. We held each other then, and we kissed.
Our love went unspoken that night. There was no more need for words. We both knew that we would spend the rest of our lives together, and this night would be repeated many, many times.
Somewhere behind us, through the closed windows of the hotel suite, the gentle roar of Niagara Falls lulled us into our slumber.
To Be Continued
Squeeeeee! Shoebox: Check.
Thanks Neil.
Neil, Dude!
You had me tearing up with Ted's Mom and Dad! But ... you've completely "floored" me with Brad and Ted at "The Falls"!
PLEASE DO! keep up your fantastic typing, Man!!
The Ripples you're making are turning into Waves!!
Keep smilin'!!
WISDOM is the Knowledge you've gained ... After you could have used it! _Me
i can't even think of anything to say that would show my appreciation for this story....other than i wish my life was exactly like this!!
I kinda knew how to describe the old 'in and out'. Ted didn't. He had to learn how to do that for himself.Originally Posted by Kyanimal
As for the Falls, it's been about 30 years since I've been there, but, I figure the water's still pouring over the edge, and I'm sure Clifton Hill is still hilly. So, I took the chance and went with it.
wow, i cannot believe that Ted has been getting ready for this!!!
Oh Neil,
Fantastic & so beautiful
You out did yourself with this beautiful chapter.
*checks wet spot*
woah... i just found this story yesterday.. and i read every chance i got.. its amazing. ive jerked off more in the past 2 days than i have in the past 3 weeks... ive also smiled more, and teared more. its an amazing story and i think your are a wonderful writer. i am looking foward to continuing to read the story.
on thing.... if they give eachother blowjobs, and have no problem with the semen.. why do they use condoms.. because it doesnt do much to prevent STD's if they lick cum anyway...
.. but anyway.. amazing story
I did not find any of your "lezzie" content in any way shape or form a "hardon killer". Nowhere did you describe any sexual contact between these two people. Come on, we all exist. I don't see these two as intrusive neighbors - just really good friends that I wish I could have. Its a story, a well written story and I think Cali and Mags are wonderful people for Brad and Ted to have met.Originally Posted by gsdx
As always great additions to your story Neil!
That's a good question, and certainly not an easy one to answer.Originally Posted by bingboy
I think people wish that STDs didn't exist and, in a piece of fiction, they don't if one so wishes. Most readers enjoy reading 'condomless' stories. Despite the real-life dangers, in my stories, they can do what they want because STDs don't exist.
That being the case, why do they use condoms during anal sex? Simple answer: Hygiene.
Neil, another WOW chapter! I now know where Dave and I are going on our next weekend getaway! (and the Falls haven't changed too much in 30 years! It still fascinates me no matter how many times I've been there!)
The Three Musketeers... Bashful, Chrisglass, and Ronboy!
I was going to mention fireworks. I seem to recall fireworks but I wasn't sure, so I didn't.Originally Posted by ronboy
Have you been on the Canadian side to see both Falls?
Originally Posted by gsdx
I've never been there for fireworks, but each evening the Falls are bathed in colorful lights for several hours. They make it an entirely beautiful scene. In winter, they have the Festival of Lights, with the area around the falls transformed into a a wonderland of light sculpture. I have even been there to see the lighted falls in December. With the ice buildup, the colorful lights take on a whole new look.
The Falls are best viewed from the Ontario side. On the New York side, you sort of have to view them from an angle because they are almost directly under you. Besides, there is much more to see and do on the Ontario side. Victoria Park (which is built along side of the falls, is wonderful. And the Niagara Parkway, which follows the river (all the way up to Niagara-on-the-Lake if I'm not mistaken) is a beautiful drive. I don't want to sound un-American, but the Canadian side of Niagara Falls is far superior (in my opinion) to the American side in all respects.
The Three Musketeers... Bashful, Chrisglass, and Ronboy!
Wow, fantastic and simply amazing. There isn't anything that I can say that hasn't been said. Thanks do very much for this story. I almost gives one some hope.
All I can say is WOW! I must reaffirm everything that has been posted above. The romance and love has captured so many that have read it and still you awe us with every continuing chapter.
Also, thank you for inviting us into your home to meet you and spent time with you. You charmed Ted and Brad and I am sure, if ever we met, I would be equally charmed. Thank you!
This story is oh soooo good.
Cali sure can lay it on thick (:
Part XXXI
I'd like to say that Brad and I had a fantastic weekend at Niagara Falls. I'd like to say that it was the best, most exciting weekend we'd ever spent together. I'd like to say that everything was wonderful and we couldn't possibly be happier together. I'd like to say that nothing bad happened to us and we felt that life couldn't be better. And I'd like to say that it was all true.
Brad fucking me for the very first time was the final hurdle in our relationship. There was nothing to stand in our way anymore. We fell asleep in love with each other and we woke up even more in love. For the first time in my life, I felt fulfilled.
He didn't fuck me again that weekend. Friday night had been enough for a beginning, and Brad was quite content with that. Just knowing that we could was more than satisfying to him, especially when I assured him I had a whole box of condoms for him to use.
I don't think Brad stopped touching me from the time we went to sleep on Friday until we arrived bach home on Sunday afternoon. Wherever we went, whatever we did, he was touching me in one way or another. He kissed me whenever he thought it was discreet enough to do so and, occasionally, when it wasn't so discreet. Like on the Maid of the Mist.
Even before we boarded, dressed in our yellow macs and waterproof hats, Brad had hold of my hand. He said he felt the same way about boats as he felt about heights, but he wasn't the least bit nervous or anxious. This time, it was just an excuse to hold my hand. I didn't mind.
A few people looked at us and some made snide comments, but, for the most part, we were ignored. Things certainly had changed since I was a kid. Two men would never been seen holding hands let alone kissing each other, as Brad did to me on several occasions. Nothing serious, mind you. Just simple kisses, but big enough to remind me how much he loved me.
We spent most of Saturday afternoon and evening touring the Clifton Hill museums and then took a drive along the river, stopping along the way to see the beautiful gardens there. Brad got someone to take our picture in front of the enormous floral clock and we even rode the gondola across the eddies. Brad was scared to death, but he loved it. My hand hurt after that trip, though. He's got quite the grip on him, that boy does. We returned for the lighting of the falls again before returning to our hotel well after the sun had set.
We made love long into the night and again in the morning. Brad didn't fuck me, but I fucked him twice, and my blowjobs made up for it. I was still too tender from the night before to let him fuck me again. I knew I'd get used to it, though, and I couldn't wait to start.
We began our three-hour drive around the Golden Horseshoe at two o'clock Sunday afternoon, stopping in Toronto for dinner before continuing on home.
The first thing I did when we got home was to take Brad into my basement office, to show him the shoe box in the bottom-right drawer of my desk. He picked up the box and looked inside it for a long time, running his fingers over each of the dildos he found inside. He looked at me.
"I can't believe you did this just for me. Thank you, Ted," he said. He kissed me. He began to replace the box into the fire-proof safe.
I stopped him. "Bury it at the bottom of the trash," I told him. "I don't need them anymore."
Brad smiled and kissed me again.
Lindsay was already dressed for bed when we arrived at the Hayes household in the early evening. We'd already unloaded the suitcases and found all the souvenirs I'd bought for Lindsay and Brad found the one's he'd bought for his Mom. We stayed for coffee and cookies while Lindsay went through all her stuff, but it had been a busy weekend and we were tired. By nine- thirty, we were in our beds and sound asleep.
* * * * *
Lindsay and Tyler were in the livingroom playing Nintendo and Cali and Mags were sitting with Brad and me in the hot tub. We had our swim suits on as we always did when the kids were around.
Brad and I took turns describing our trip to Niagara Falls. Cali looked politely interested, but Mags hung onto every word. "Oh, that's so romantic," she said when Brad told her of his first view of the Falls and the evening lights. "I've been there, but I've never seen the lights."
"I've got lots of pictures," Brad assured her.
"It's just too bad your visit to your parents had to spoil an otherwise wonderful weekend," Cali mentioned.
"It wasn't too bad," I told her. "Besides, Brad scored major points over Dad's garden." I turned to Brad and kissed him quickly. "I'm so glad your thumb is as green as your eyes."
"Flattery will get you everywhere," Brad said with a wink.
"I know the way," I winked back, and then I kissed him again.
"Easy there, boys," Cali said. "We've got kids in the house."
We sat back then and Brad licked his lips. "Mmmm," he said. "Yummy."
"I bet you say that to all the boys," Mags said with a tiny chuckle.
"Just one," Brad said. "Very tasty indeed."
"Oh, please," Cali said. "You can't tell me that his lips taste better than his. . ."
"Cali!"Mags shouted.
Cali looked at her lover. "What?" she said in mock shock. "I was going to say tuna casserole'!"
"You are so mean!" Mags said, laughing just as hard as Brad and I.
As the sun dipped behind the house, we packed it in and went inside. The kids were still playing Nintendo.
"Time to go home, Ty," Cali said.
"Aw, Mom," he said.
"Nope. It's getting late." She pulled the paddle from his hand and gave it to Brad, who rolled up the cord and set the paddle near the machine.
"You, too, Sweetheart," I told her. "Time for bed." Lindsay reluctantly gave up her paddle to Brad. I picked her up and hugged her.
"See you later, boys," Cali said. She was carrying Tyler and heading for the door with Mags following close behind.
"You bet," I said. "Goodnight."
"Nite," Brad said. As they left, Brad headed for the bathroom.
"Yes, Sweetheart."
"Can you leave some money for Terry tomorrow? She wants to buy me some books for plastic canvas."
"Sure I can, Sweetheart," I told her. "You really like doing that, don't you?"
She nodded. "I want to make things like my bird house."
I kissed her cheek. "You just tell me what you need and I'll get it for you."
"Thank you, Daddy." She kissed me back.
When Brad returned, I set Lindsay down and sent her off to get ready for bed. I'd be in to tuck her in. As she ran down the hall, I pulled Brad into my arms and held him close. "You can go into the bedroom and wait for me," I told him. With a wink, I added, "And lose the lycra."
"Ooooo," he said with a playful grin. "Is my Teddy hungry?"
"Starving," I said.
"One pork sausage coming right up."
"I know," I told him. "I can feel it." I kissed him. "Keep it warm for me." I turned him around, patted his bum, and sent him down the hall.
I closed up the house for the night and went to tuck Lindsay into bed. "You ready, Sweetheart?" I called to her from outside her bedroom door.
"Almost," she called back.
When I got the okay', I went in and tucked her under her blanket and kissed her forehead. "Remind me to give Terry the money in the morning," I told her.
"Okay, Daddy."
"Goodnight, Sweetheart," I said softly and kissed her forehead again.
"Nite, Daddy."
As she rolled over onto her side away from me, I left the room. I stopped at the bathroom for a quick piss, then joined Brad in the bedroom. He was lying on his back, the sheets pushed down, and he was very ready for me.
"Warm enough for you?" he asked quietly.
I stepped to the side of the bed, wrapped my fingers around the shaft, and stroked it a few times. "Just perfect," I said. I lifted it gently away from his body and lowered my mouth over it.
"Oh, God, Ted!" Brad whispered loudly. His hips heaved up toward me.
I sucked him until I had a good taste of him, then pulled away and released him.
Brad's eyes found mine. "I hope I never get tired of that."
"So do I," I said as I slid my swimsuit down my legs and off.
"I know I'll never get tired of that," he said, reaching out for my cock. I moved it into his palm and he pulled me toward him, leaning on his elbow so he could suck it into his mouth.
As much as I would have enjoyed standing there and letting Brad take care of me, I didn't. He released me from his mouth with a loud, wet slurp. I reached into the drawer of the night stand and pulled out one of Brad's condoms and the tube of gel.
"Ted?" Brad said. He sounded suddenly serious. I looked at him. He was lying back again and patting the mattress beside him. "Sit down." I sat. "You know I love you, and I love what you did for me Friday. You gave me the best gift you could ever give me. You never said anything, but I know I hurt you. I don't ever want to do that again."
"That's my choice, Brad," I told him.
"No," he said. "It's mine, too."
I looked down into his green eyes. "Okay, I admit that it hurt. But it was the best kind of hurt I've felt in my life. . . and I want to feel it again." I leaned down and kissed him. "It's my choice," I said again.
I ripped open the packet, pulled out the condom, and dropped the foil to the floor before rolling the latex over him. I squeezed a generous amount of gel onto his cockhead and used both hands to spread it around and down his shaft. After wiping my hands with a couple of tissues, I climbed onto the bed and straddled Brad's body.
Brad's eyes didn't leave mine as I reached behind me and grasped his cock in my hand. I raised it upright and settled my ass on it, moving it until I found the right spot, and then I began to sit down on it. The last thing Brad said before his cockhead slid into my ass was, "I love you."
My hand moved away from his cock as I lowered myself to his body. He filled me once more and I could feel myself stretching to accommodate him. My eyes closed to narrow slits and my lips pulled tight, but I refused to stop. I continued down until my ass cheeks were sitting on his pelvis. My mouth opened then, and my eyes closed in dreamy ecstasy. My head fell back slightly and a long sigh of pleasure blew past my lips. I tried to imagine how deep inside me he was and I failed.
There was pain, to be sure, but I hadn't lied to Brad when I told him it was the best kind of hurt. When I thought of how good it would make Brad feel, it was pain that I could easily endure. My eyes opened as I raised my head upright and then looked down. Brad's appendectomy scar peeked out from under my left thigh and my cock pointed toward his chin. Brad's hands rested on my legs and my balls rested in the curly hairs surrounding his cock, tickling me and taking away even more of the pain.
My hand found my cock and I began to stroke as I lifted myself up and then down again. I could feel myself closing around him, squeezing him, clutching at him, and I could hear Brad's ragged breathing and gasps of pleasure. His eyes were closed, but his lips were parted. My left hand moved to his chest, and Brad's right hand moved to my balls.
We settled into a rhythm - my hand rubbing Brad's heaving chest, his hand rubbing my balls, my other hand rubbing my cock, and Brad's cock rubbing me from the inside out. All too soon, I could feel the swelling within me. I could feel Brad's breath becoming needy as he approached orgasm. My own balls told me that mine was approaching as well.
We came at the same time, Brad cumming inside me and I cumming on him. Our moans of exhilaration blended together in harmony and we came as close to being one person as two people could possibly be. It felt as if his cum was filling me to bursting and releasing itself from my own body through my cock. I knew this orgasm was different. I could feel it. Every orgasm with Brad was spectacular, but this one rated the gold medal platform.
This orgasm seemed to start in his toes, travel up through his body to his head, and then back down again to his cock where it blasted out. Again, I could feel every pulse and spasm - every expansion and every contraction. And what I felt inside me I felt in my own hand as well.
When Brad's fingers released my balls, I opened my eyes. He was licking the cum from around his lips and moving his hand to his chest, touching the splatters of my cream on his chest with his fingertip.
I knew it was a powerful orgasm, but I hadn't imagined its power until I saw it. Brad's face was splattered and there was even a splatter against the headboard.
"Gee-sus, Murphy, Ted," Brad said in awe. "Did I do this to you?"
"Nobody else but you," I told him with a very happy smile on my face.
His hand moved to his face, and then his hair. On an impulse, he tilted his head back and looked at the headboard, spotting the splash of semen there. He looked back at me, his beautiful green eyes staring up at me. "Holy, shit. I was so afraid I was hurting you."
I leaned forward and my lips found his. It was a long kiss, and his arms held me to it. My hands slid under Brad's shoulders and he pulled me tighter. My cheek slid down beside his and he whispered in my ear. "Please don't ever leave me, Ted. It would kill me if you did."
I leaned closer to his ear and whispered, "Never."
* * * * *
Brad took the Go into Toronto on Wednesday to finish his registration and pay his tuition and to get his course calendar and some books for the next year. It was late. Lindsay was in bed, sound asleep, and still no sign of him. I stood at the front door, staring through the window into the night. My fingers clutched my cell phone so tightly I could hear the plastic grating against itself.
At ten o'clock, I called Go Transit to check for delays and. . . accidents. There were none. I phoned the hospitals and police stations in Toronto's downtown core. No word of him. I thought of phoning John and Bernice, but I didn't want to worry them as well.
I stood there, watching and waiting, tapping my phone nervously against my thigh. Shortly after eleven-thirty, I began to cry. "Oh, God," I said out loud, "please let him be safe."
Midnight came and went, and still I hadn't moved. Minutes passed with agonizing slowness.
It was ten minutes past one when the cab finally pulled up in front of the house. I ripped open the door and sprinted across the lawn as Brad got out of the taxi. Before he could close the door, I had him in my arms, holding on for dear life. We didn't speak. We just held each other.
I heard an ahem' coming from the cab driver. I shouted, "Turn your fuckin' meter back on and keep your mouth shut!" I went back to hugging Brad and smothering him with kisses.
"I'm okay, Ted," Brad was saying to me. "I'm alright."
I leaned away from him, but I didn't take my hands off him. "What happened? Why are you so late?"
"I was mugged."
"Oh, God! Are you okay?"
"Just a whack on the back of the head." He took my hand in his and moved it to the bump. "It didn't even break skin, but it got me on the ground long enough for them to take everything."
I couldn't say anything to him. I couldn't find my voice. The tears in my eyes blurred his face.
"They took it all," he told me. "My wallet, my shoulder bag, my phone, my books. Even my watch and my shoes." I glanced down at Brad's feet. He wore only white socks. "They got your credit card, too. I'm sorry, Ted."
"You think I care about that?" I grabbed him again.
"The police called a cab for me," he said as I hugged him. "I hope that's okay. I just wanted to get home."
When I felt I had hugged him enough, I let him go and fished my wallet out of my pants. "How much?" I asked the cabby.
He told me and I tossed him the bills. "Keep the change," I said, as I slammed the door shut. I hugged Brad again as the cab drove away.
As Brad locked up the house for the night, I phoned the credit card company and reported the card stolen and called the phone company to have the phone disconnected immediately. I fell asleep holding onto Brad. I was still holding onto him when I woke up in the morning.
* * * * *
"Maybe I should just quit school and get a job," Brad said as we ate dinner the next evening.
"That mugging is going to cost Dad a fortune. Especially the books. He can't afford it."
"I can help pay for it," I offered.
"Don't, Ted. That's Dad's job. He'd be offended if you even mentioned it to him."
"Well, I can't just sit back and let you drop out of college."
"It's not too late," Brad said. "I can get the tuition back."
"You're not dropping out of school and that's that."
Brad was suddenly on his feet. "No, Ted! That's not that! I have no right to expect you to be looking after me all the time! It's time I started pulling my own weight around here! It's time I grew up and started taking some responsibility in this family! It's time I acted like a man!"
"Brad! Sit down!"
"Daddy?" Her voice was frightened and strained.
I glanced at Lindsay and put my hand on her arm. She was ready to burst into tears. "It's okay, Sweetheart." I turned back to Brad. "Sit. . . down," I said calmly and slowly.
Brad glanced at Lindsay, then back to me. He hurried out of the kitchen and down the hall. I heard our bedroom door close loudly.
"Brad's just upset, Sweetheart," I said, my hand still on her arm. "I'll be right back, okay?"
I went to the bedroom. Brad was lying face-down on the bed, his arms folded under his head. I sat beside him, putting my hand on his back. Brad turned his head away from me.
"Brad," I said gently.
Brad's voice was muffled as he spoke into his arm. "Please, Ted, just leave me alone."
I sat there for a few seconds, waiting. There was nothing except his back expanding from the breaths he was taking. I leaned forward and kissed his hair. "I love you, Brad," I said in a hush.
Brad didn't respond.
I removed my hand from his back, stood up, and left the room, closing the door behind me. I joined Lindsay at the table to finish my dinner with her.
"Is Brad okay, Daddy?"
"I think he wants to be alone for awhile, Sweetheart."
Lindsay was quiet as she ate her mashed potatoes and peas. "After supper, can we go outside and sit in my garden?"
"Sure we can, Sweetheart."
* * * * *
Lindsay fell asleep in my lap as we sat swinging in her garden. We'd been quiet most of the time, sitting there just listening to her burbling fountain and looking at her unicorn. I stayed there for a long time after she fell asleep, just holding her and thinking. The sun was dipping to the horizon now, balancing like a beach ball on the roof of the house across the street.
We'd never yelled at each other like that before. It wasn't really an argument, but it was just as serious to me, and I didn't know what to do. It was my job to solve all of life's problems, and I didn't have a solution for this one.
I could see Brad's point. I remembered his I.O.U. sheet. Remember? The paper where we kept track of how many beers Brad had drank? Brad wasn't a mooch. He'd paid for every single beer on that sheet with his own money. It was the same thing now. He was living free, he was eating free and drinking free. He had no bills to worry about. He hadn't even paid his cell phone bill. It was added onto mine when I bought it for him. I could see where he might feel guilty.
But, damn it! He was part of this family now! I'd take care of him just like I'd take care of anyone else who lived under my roof. That was my responsibility, and it was one I gladly accepted.
Money wasn't an issue. I wasn't rich, by any means, but I was making enough that I could look after my family and keep them comfortable. Brad would never have to work if he didn't want to. Heck, I even had almost enough money tucked away to buy Brad a car. Not a new one, but a good, reliable, used car. I knew what I was going to buy him for Christmas and I knew what I was going to buy him for his birthday. I wanted to do this for him because I loved him. I'd do anything for Brad, and he knew it.
Maybe that was the problem. Maybe Brad was feeling like a Sugar Baby, and I was his Sugar Daddy. That wasn't the case, of course. I knew Brad wouldn't allow himself to sit around after college and leech off my generosity. He was too independent for that. He wasn't a mooch. But, for the next two years, he would have to be if he wanted to live with me.
He did his share of the work around the house. I hadn't touched a vacuum cleaner in weeks, and I'd almost forgot where the laundry room was. It was Brad who got down on his hands and knees in the bathroom to scrub the floor tiles and clean the toilet. Brad did most of the shopping while Lindsay and I tagged along behind him. He was doing most of the cooking now, too. He was doing everything that a wife would do for me, including offering himself for sex.
That thought opened my eyes. He wasn't feeling like a Sugar Baby. He was feeling like a housewife. That certainly wasn't the case, of course, but I could see how he might think that way.
Brad had said it was time he acted like a man and took some responsibility. But it's difficult to act like a man when he is standing there with a roll of paper towels in one hand and a can of oven cleaner in the other. The only thing lacking was the apron.
"Oh, man, Ted de Villiers," I said to myself. "It's way past your ass now and it's lapping at your nipples." I was drowning myself in deep shit and I was dragging Brad down with me.
The sun had gone to sleep behind the city. I last of it had already disappeared from view and darkness was closing in. Still, I sat there, my mind numb and no solutions in sight. The solar lights coming on sparked past my numbness and I came aware again.
Lindsay was still sleeping in my lap. I hugged her gently and kissed her hair. She stirred as I stood up to take her to bed. "Daddy, I have to go pee," she said in a feeble, sleepy voice.
"Okay, Sweetheart," I said, and I kissed her hair again. I took her inside and to the bedroom where I grabbed her nightgown off the bed, then took her to the bathroom. "Do you need help or can you get ready yourself?"
"I can do it," she said sleepily.
"I'll wait outside, then." I kissed her head and left the room. She appeared a minute or two later, dressed and ready, but her eyes were barely open. I picked her up, carried her to her bed, and tucked her in. She was awake for her goodnight kiss, but she was asleep again before I could say, "Goodnight, Sweetheart."
I went back to the bathroom and picked up her clothes, tossing them into the laundry hamper, and took care of my nightly ablutions. It was still too early for me to go to bed, but that's where I wanted to be. I'd considered sleeping on the sofa, but nixed that idea. Lindsay knew what it had meant when I slept on the sofa during the last two years of my marriage, and I'd spent a lot of nights sleeping there. I wouldn't put Lindsay through that again if she were to wake up and see me there.
I locked up, turned out the lights, and went to our bedroom. The table lamp was turned on and Brad was facing away from me, sleeping under the covers in the middle of the bed. His clothes lay on the floor beside the bed, right where he'd dropped them. Everything except his underwear.
I stripped, dropping my clothes on top of Brads, as if their contact might somehow connect him to me somehow. I left my underwear on, too. I checked the alarm to see that it was set, turned out the light, and crawled carefully into bed, facing the outside. Facing away from Brad.
It was early when I went to bed, but it was a very late before I fell asleep.
To Be Continued
Neil, again your story seems not to have any
limits to the human experience. It just gets better
and better. It is nice to watch the direction it takes
at any given time. Hope it goes on for a long time yet.
Kudos to you Neil and much appreciation for this
amazing story.
As amazing as this story is.....we all know that no relationship ever is happily ever after....even in the story books.....I just hope there is a happy outcome!!!
Thank you! Thank You! Thanks You very, very much. What a story.
Part XXXII
Hi. This is Brad. I apologize first off right away. I'm not very good at this writing thing but Ted asked me if I would write something about what happened last night. I was hoping I could just tell him and let him tell you because he's a lot better with words than me and he knows the right ones to use. I don't always. But he said it would be better if I told you myself in my own words and he wouldn't even correct it for me except for spelling maybe. So what you see is what you get. I only hope you can read it enough to know what I'm saying.
Anyway, I guess I felt really stupid about the whole thing and I was hoping Ted wouldn't even mention it. But he did and he said you'd want to know about it.
First of all, I want to tell you that I love Ted with all my heart. I found him and I'm not letting him go. Just so you know, okay? I don't want you worrying or anything like that.
I guess I should start by telling you the truth. That was something I didn't even do for Ted. I told him the morning after our little tiff about what really happened in Toronto when I was mugged. I told him I didn't go to the police or even the hospital. After I told him he dragged my ass off to the hospital to have me checked out and then into Toronto to report the mugging. It wouldn't do any good but at least it was all on record. My wallet and shoulder bag were probably sunk to the bottom of Lake Ontario by now.
Anyway, I was afraid to tell Ted when it happened because I didn't want to scare him any more than he was. I was scared enough for both of us. That whack on the noggin didn't just put me on my ass in TO. It put me there and kept me there for over 2 hours. Whoever whacked me dragged me into an alley and left me there. They didn't rape me or anything. Or at least I don't think they did. They just stole all my junk and even my shoes. The police didn't call the cab for me. Like I said, I didn't even report it then. It took me over an hour to flag down a cabby who would drive me all the way home with only the promise that he'd get his money when we got there. I even started offering to give the guys a blowjob just to get home. Anyway, I suppose I should have told Ted the truth right from the beginning. I didn't. I screwed up.
Anyway, it got me to thinking about us. Me and Ted that is. I already told you how much I love Ted. That much is true. And I adore Lindsay. I think it would have been different if I hadn't become a slut just to get a ride. That part bothered me more than the whack on the head. I mean, I get into a bit of trouble and I drop to my knees and open my mouth to get someone to help me out? That's being a slut. It won't happen again. Ever. Next time I'll walk home if I have to.
So anyway, that's what was going through my whacked out little brain when Ted and I started yelling at each other at the dinner table. I realized just how dependent I'd become on him. I relied on Ted for everything. He fed me and took care of me and gave me a place to sleep and all I could do was to give him my ass and my mouth when he wanted it. Don't get me wrong. I loved having sex with Ted and he could have me any time he wanted. But in my warped way of thinking I thought that maybe I was trading sex for a home and a bed and a belly full of food. What's worse though is that I realized that I liked being dependent on him and that scared the hell out of me. I liked him taking care of me. But I loved him too much to let something like that happen. Looking after me I mean. See? It gets confusing. I wish Ted was doing this.
So anyway, I copped out and told him I wanted to quit school and get a job and start helping out. I really didn't want to do that but it was an easy way out. I wanted to learn. I wanted an education. I lied to him again.
I cried a lot when I was in the bedroom alone. I thought a lot and I cried a lot. I knew Ted would do anything for me. He would take care of me as long as he had to. I knew that. What's worse is that I wanted him to. Oh. Sorry. I think I just told you that. Anyway, it's selfish, I know. But I liked it. It made me feel good.
But you see that's not me. I'm not like that. I hated even being dependent on Mom and Dad for my college. I loved them more than life but I didn't like them feeling so responsible for me. I know Dad worked hard to get the money for me when he should have been planning his retirement. But that's Dad. He'd do anything for me too. So would Mom. Whatever it would take Dad would do it.
But I'm getting sidetracked here. I was talking about lying in bed thinking about Ted and me. I thought about a lot of things right back to the minute we met. I liked him right from the start. I mean, here he was trying to unload a truck of furniture all by himself before it got pissed on with rain and he wasn't even upset that his friend had crapped out on him. I think I would have been furious and started throwing the furniture across the yard. But Ted was so different. Shit happens and it happened to him. (You can change that word if you have to, Ted.) He just grabbed a shovel and started cleaning it all up.
Now, you might be wondering if I was trying to seduce him that first day when I told Ted all about whacking off for Old Man Perkins. No I wasn't. I liked Ted but I certainly didn't see him as someone I would want to spend the rest of my life with. I mean, he was old. Sure, he was only 32 but that's old to me. He was nice enough to look at but he wouldn't make it to the cover of GQ magazine. (Sorry Ted. You wanted me to tell the truth.) Besides, I wasn't looking for a sex partner or any kind of partner back then. I wasn't even looking at a man for that. It never even crossed my mind. I don't even know why I told him about Perkins. Bragging maybe, because he couldn't keep is eyes off my crotch. Just like everybody else. Did I tell him just so I could get him to watch me through my window? No. That I know for sure. I didn't even know he was out there until I saw him light up his cigarette after. Even then I didn't know if he'd been there long enough to see anything. I didn't know for sure until I challenged him when he was taking me to Toronto. You know. When I asked him if he'd liked the show.
So what happened? I accused Ted of being as big a pervert as Perkins was. He could have kicked my ass out of the car right then but he didn't. He took me to Toronto like he said he would and he came back to pick me up again. And then he took me to the CN Tower.
Everything changed for me in that elevator. That's when it all started. When he let me hold his hand. Oh I was scared alright. That part was true. I hated heights. I was scared shitless. (Maybe you can change that word too. Thanks.) Believe me. But something happened to me when I held his hand. There was something there that made me feel like Ted would never let anything happen to me even after I'd treated him the way I had. You know. Accusing him and all that. And he made me feel safe up in the Tower and he bought me lunch and everything. He understood me. I started to look at him different. I started to feel different too.
You see, I've had a lot of bad experiences with people. I know what Ted has told you before, about that girl who was scared to death of me. But he didn't know I was just as scared as she was. Sex scared the hell out of me and I didn't think I would ever get up the nerve to even try it. It hurt when that girl turned me down. Not because of the sex but because she didn't think she could be my friend anymore. That's what hurt most. It's like there wasn't even a me' there. You know? Just my dick. That's what it was like with everyone I tried to get close to but that dick of mine kept them away from me. No one could see past it. No one wanted to get closer to me to see what I was really like inside me. Not until Ted came along.
Sure, my dick was there too but Ted saw beyond it and saw me too. Maybe it was because he was older. I don't know. Maybe it was because he was straight. Like I said, I don't know. All I know is that he could get past my dick and see me.
I think I fell in love with Ted before he fell in love with me. Up until then I'd never even considered sex with a man. Except maybe for getting a blowjob or something. But I didn't like the kind of guy who would do that for me. I never expected to get anything out of Ted. I never expected he would fall in love with me even though I was falling in love with him..
So, why did I jerk off on his sofa that first time? Why did I show him I could suck myself? I didn't do it for Ted. I did it for me. I wasn't showing off for him. That much I can tell you. Something was happening to me. Something was changing. I thought about Ted all the time I was doing it and I realized it was Ted that was turning me on. Not the fact that he was watching me. The fact that it was Ted. He was turning me on. He made me horny. He made me fall in love with him. That's when I started to think that I wanted to do things for him. Suck him off maybe. Jerk him. Stuff like that. Not just for the sex. Just because I wanted to show him I loved him even if I couldn't tell him.
I wanted to be with Ted. We didn't have to be doing anything. I just wanted to be with him. He made me feel good and I didn't want that feeling to stop. That's why I got so scared when he stopped looking at my crotch all the time. Remember that? I thought he didn't like me anymore. I thought he lost interest in me. That he didn't want me around anymore. I thought I was losing him and I was afraid I was going to go back to being all alone again. It sounds stupid, I know. But I felt like I was the Tin Man in the Wizard of Oz. I knew I had a heart because I could feel it breaking.
I guess I'm getting a little sidetracked here again. Ted wanted me to talk about that night I spent alone. But this is all important stuff because it made me think the way I was thinking. I just wish I could organize it better. You know. Make more sense.
Anyway, Ted is the most wonderful and caring person in the world except for Mom and Dad maybe. But they don't really count. I can't tell you how much I love him. I don't know enough words to do that. But I can tell you that I would do anything for Ted. It's not because he can blow me now or I can screw him. It's because he's Ted. He's the best person I know. He's always putting himself down. He thinks he's not good looking enough or too skinny or not in good enough shape or his dick is too small or his chest is too hairy. Well I don't see any of that. Okay, I do. But it's Ted and that's what I want. When you love someone you love it all.
He keeps telling me that he doesn't deserve me. Well let me tell you that I don't deserve him. I don't deserve someone who invites me into his home. Who takes care of me and feeds me and buys me things and makes me happy. I don't deserve someone who gives me money when I ask for it. I don't deserve someone who is willing to push himself to the point where he can suck me down all the way or who's willing to take me up his butt. I don't deserve someone who will go out and buy all sorts of dildos and butt plugs just so he can take me up his ass. I really don't deserve that. And I specially don't deserve someone who is willing to do all that while I go to school for 2 more years. I don't deserve Ted and that's that.
So here we are. I'm alone in our bedroom thinking and crying. That sounds really funny. Our bedroom. His and mine. It wasn't Ted's bedroom anymore. It was ours. This house was ours. His furniture was ours. My games were ours. The hot tub and the pool were ours. It was like we were married. Like we were a real family. And that bothered me. I wanted to be part of this family but I didn't think I could if I spent all my time in school letting Ted support me. I knew he'd do it and that's what bothered me most. I knew Ted would do anything for me. He'd keep this family together and he would spend what it took to do it and if he didn't have the money he'd find a way to get it. He was responsible for Lindsay and me. That's the way he is.
Speaking of Lindsay, let me tell you that I love her almost as much as Ted does. She really is a sweet little girl. I know Dads brag all the time about their kids. That they're the best kids in the world. But Ted has let me read what he's written so far and believe me he's not stretching the truth here about his daughter. Even I'm not as important to him as Lindsay is. I don't mind. That's the way it should be anyway. I wouldn't allow Ted to let it be anything else. Maybe when she's all grown up and gone out on her own. But for right now, Lindsay is more important to both of us than we are to each other and that's the way it's going to stay.
So anyway, like I was saying. Ted was the money-maker. He was the Dad. That sort of made me the Mom. That's what I was thinking about in bed that night. Did I really want to be the Mom? The fact that I was lying on our bed in our house thinking about it had to say something. I mean, I didn't go crying to my own Mom and Dad. I stayed there.
I knew Dad would still take care of my college no matter what it took. He was proud that way. And if I wanted to continue my schooling after that I'm sure he'd continue working and earning the money to pay for it. The tough part for me was trying to decide whether or not I had any right to expect Ted to look after me too.
I had plans for after school. I had plans to become an engineer. To travel around the world and get jobs in exotic far-away places. I had dreams of becoming the most famous engineer in the world and have people lining up to hire me and to pay me big bucks just to get a chance at me. I had dreams of owning a big house with a security fence and dogs and guards and maids and pool boys and gardeners and chauffeurs.
And now I was dreaming about living where I was and being happy with Ted. I was thinking very seriously about that landscaping business. It's what I wanted now. I wasn't even sure I could make a living at it. I didn't want to go to those far-away places or own that big house with maids and pool boys anymore. It wasn't a stable future anymore. It wasn't something I could depend on. But that's what I wanted now.
I wanted to own that business. I wanted to make gardens. I wanted to go to work in the morning and come home to our little house and make Ted happy. I didn't want to be anywhere else. And if I was, I wanted Ted there with me. I couldn't see my future without Ted in it. I couldn't even imagine it.
But could I sit around at home depending on Ted to look after me until that happened? Nothing was certain. There was no guarantee that the landscaping would even get off the ground let alone succeed. It could be years before I even felt a dime in my pocket. And Ted would still look after me. I knew that. I just didn't know if I could let him.
That was my dilemma. I could go back home to Mom and Dad and let them take care of me until things really started happening for me which I didn't want to do. Or I could stay here with Ted and let him take care of me instead which I also didn't want to do.
Touch choice.
I tell you though. I was so happy when Ted opened that bedroom door and got into bed with me. I thought he might sleep on the sofa or in the guest bedroom. But he came to me. I was happy when I could hear him taking off his clothes. And he left me alone. He didn't touch me or talk to me or try to do anything. He just left me alone and went to sleep facing away from me. He gave me my space.
I laid there for a long time after still thinking. That's when I made my choice. I was where I wanted to be. I would make it up to him afterwards. That's when I rolled over and told him I loved him. I don't know if he even heard me. I think he was asleep. I moved in behind him and I could feel my chest against his back. I even bent my knees and tucked them into the V made by his bent legs and I put my arm around him and held onto him. When I felt him put his hand on mine and lock fingers with me I knew then I would be there for him always. And I knew he would always be there for me.
* * * * *
It's me again. Ted. I'll be taking over telling the story again, but right now, I can't top what Brad has written, so I won't. His work will stand alone and I won't change any of it. I'm only writing this now for Brad.
Brad? I want you to know that I have never loved anyone else as much as I love you, and you'll never find anyone else who can or will. Rest assured, my sweet. I'll always - and I mean always - be there for you. Don't ever forget that.
I love you, Brad. Thank you for loving me back.
To Be Continued
This is a great story. Love it.
That was really different. I liked it.
Nice "take", Neil! Great "slant"!! Looking forward to hearing more from Brad's point of view! Also maybe Lindsay's, Tyler's, Cali's, Mag's, John's, Bernice's, Bill's, Warren's ... well ... you know what I mean! "Good On Ya, Mate"!!
Keep smilin'!!
WISDOM is the Knowledge you've gained ... After you could have used it! _Me
That is really neat. I like seeing Brad's point of view. I gives us a better understanding of Brad's fram of mind and it is totally understandable. I really love this story. Neil, my thanks to you for this wonderful story.
Damn you Neil!!! NOw you've gone and done it again! I stepped in here, just to see what this story was about(as it did have 300+ replies) and I stayed spent three hours (11-2 AM)last night reading, and only got to page 8! I read the rest today! It's all your fault!
Seriously, this is an amazing story. I had a hard time stopping myself from reading. I actually had to force myself to go to bed last night. In fact, I do believe (Dare I say it) that this is better than the SG-1 stories.
Keep up the great work! I'll be waiting for the enxt chapter. In the mean time, I think I may go look up some of your other stories.
"Dark Phoenix knows nothing of love!"
Part XXXIII
After awakening to the alarm, Brad rolled out of bed without saying a word. He pulled off his underwear and tossed it on the pile of clothes and grabbed a clean pair of underwear from his dresser and pulled them on. I bent down to start gathering the clothes all over the floor. "Leave them," he said. "I'll get them later. What would you like for breakfast?"
"Um," I said stupidly, "the usual, I guess." Brad was pulling on a clean pair of shorts and heading for the door as he did them up. "Brad?" I thought everything was alright after he'd moved against me in the night. He'd awakened me when he did. He didn't even object when I held his hand. Maybe he wasn't awake. But he'd said he loved me. Maybe he'd done it all in his sleep without knowing it and was mad at himself now.
Brad stopped and looked back at me. "We'll talk over breakfast." That's all he said, and then he was out the door. I donned my robe and arranged my clothes for the day and headed for the bathroom.
I knocked to make sure it okay for me to go in. "Brad?" I said hesitantly.
"Come on in," he said. He was drying his hands.
"Breakfast, okay?"
I nodded. As he exited, I dropped my robe, took a piss, and stepped into the shower.
The hot water did nothing to wash away my anxieties and concerns. If only he'd given me some indication of what he was going to do. A kiss. A pat on the back. Anything. I hurried my shower and dressed so I could get out to him as quickly as possible.
I could smell the bacon as soon as I opened the door. And the coffee. Lindsay was still asleep. I tossed my robe on my bed and headed for the kitchen. When Brad saw me enter, he poured me a mug of coffee from the half-brewed pot and set it in front of me on the table and went back to cooking breakfast. He was getting quite good at it, actually, and had a routine for himself.
I didn't say anything. I didn't even touch my coffee. I watched Brad as he worked. He was such a magnificent young man to watch, and I could feel my cock stirring despite the fact that I didn't know if I would even be looking at that body tomorrow morning.
Brad tortured me, preparing all the meal and serving it before sitting down at the table in his usual spot. Only then did he speak.
"You've done something to me, Ted," he began, but he didn't look at me. "You've taken away everything I wanted - everything I wanted to do. You took away all my dreams. They're all gone." He looked up then and his green eyes glistened. "But you gave me something back that's more important to me. You've given me a family and new dreams." He paused as he spooned sugar into his coffee and took a cautious sip. "I don't want to quit school. I want to learn. But I don't want to be dependent on you while I do it."
He looked down at the table. "Damn," he said. "Brain fart." He stood up and went to the fridge, pulling a bag of milk out of the rack and sliding it into the pitcher before snipping off the corner of the clear, plastic bag. I sat, waiting impatiently for his answer. He brought the milk back and set it in front of me. "Sorry," he said.
I absentmindedly poured milk into my coffee as he sat and began to talk again. "I hate being dependent on you, Ted. I hate being dependent on anyone. But, for my new dreams to come true, I have to be. At least for two more years." He paused, staring deeply into my eyes. "I could never have imagined any of this, Ted. I could never have imagined how happy I could be. I could never have imagined falling so much in love with you that I don't ever want to go back to my old life. I want to stay, Ted."
"And I want you to stay."
"I'll get a job or something for nights. . ."
I cut his words short. "No, Brad. School first. If you want to be part of this family, you have to let me do what I'm supposed to do, and that's to take care of it. Will you let me do that?"
In response, Brad stood up and opened his arms. A stood up and fell into them. His arms came around me and pulled me so close that I thought he was trying to pull me inside him, right through his chest. I hugged him close and kissed his hair.
"I didn't want to leave," he said gently.
"I'm glad you didn't."
We were still hugging when Lindsay's voice came to us from nearby. "Hi, Daddy," she said.
I pulled back from Brad, but I didn't let go of him. "Good morning, Sweetheart."
"Is Brad okay?"
Brad smiled at her. "I'm fine, Lindsay."
"Are you still going to live with us?"
Lindsay's face broke out into a happy smile. "That's good. Can I have Rice Krispies with a banana?"
"Sure can, Sweetheart," I said.
"I'll get it," Brad said. He gave me a kiss and broke away from me to prepare Lindsay's breakfast.
I picked up my daughter and gave her a big hug and kiss as I carried her to her chair. "How did you sleep, Sweetheart?"
"I had a nice dream, Daddy," she said as I sat back down. "We were all riding on my unicorn. I was in front of you and you were holding me. Brad was behind you and he was holding you. We were all dressed in white clothes and we had gold crowns on our heads, the same colour as the unicorn's horn. We were walking through a great big garden and there was a rainbow and everything."
"That sounds wonderful," I said. "I wish I had that dream."
Brad returned with Lindsay's bowl of cereal. She poured milk into it and bent her head down to listen to Snap, Crackle, and Pop. She grabbed a slice of toast, broke off a piece and dunked it into the cereal before popping it into her mouth.
"I have to go back to Toronto to get my books again."
"We can go on Saturday if it's not too late."
"I can take the GO."
"And we can make a day of it," I said. "We can get your books and hit the ROM. They always have great shows in the Planetarium."
"Oooo, Daddy!" Lindsay said as she wiped a dribble of milk from her chin. "I love that place. I like the way the seats lean back."
Brad looked at me, his eyes mirroring his question.
"You lean back in your chair and look up at the dome," I explained. "It's like lying on your back looking up at the night sky."
"Cool," Brad said.
"Ever been to the IMAX?" I asked.
"Can we go on the water slides, too, Daddy?"
"We can't do both, Sweetheart," I said. "The museum or Ontario Place. We can only do one. Maybe you and Brad can look it up on the internet today and decide," I offered. "They should have the schedules listed there."
"I think we can handle that," Brad said.
Everything was back to normal and I sat back, sipping my coffee as my two favourite people in the world talked about what they were going to see in a few days.
I didn't make it into work that day, actually. After Lindsay and Brad had finished their discussions about the weekend outing, Brad said he still had something he needed to talk to me about. He was willing to let it wait, but I could see it in his eyes. It was too important to him to wait another day. I called work and said I'd be a bit late. When Terry arrived and she and Lindsay sat at the table working on their plastic canvas, Brad took me into the bedroom, closed the door, and told me everything that had happened to him in Toronto. He actually cried and begged my forgiveness for lying to me.
I called work again and told them I'd wouldn't be in that day. Brad showered and changed and off we went, first to my doctor for an emergency check-up, and then into Toronto to report the mugging. Terry had said she'd stay as long as necessary, but we were home before dinnertime.
As Lindsay watched one of her DVDs afterward, Brad and I sat in the kitchen and we talked. After Lindsay went to bed, we talked some more. By the time we went to bed, there was no more talking to be done.
Brad was here to stay.
* * * * *
Ontario Place won out, mainly because Brad would rather watch a movie five stories high than to look at stars on the ceiling of a dome. Sort of a Summer's-end blast for all of us.
Lindsay went to bed early Friday night. She wanted to be all rested up for the long day ahead. Brad and I sat in the hot tub, warding off the chill of the late-summer evening and sipping our beers. We were alone and naked and I was idly stroking Brad's cock as he discussed the finer points of an English Country Garden.
"I've been doing research on the net," he said, mindless of my stroking hand. "Did you know weeds are a big part of them?"
"Like what?"
"Dandelions. Stinging nettles. Butter cups. Clover."
"Well," I added, "Miss Marple once said that weeds are just plants that grow where you don't want them to grow. Or something like that."
"Who's Miss Marple?" Brad asked. "That strange lady at the end of the block with all the cats?"
I chuckled. "Agatha Christie? The writer? Murder mysteries?"
"Never read her books," he said. "Does Miss Marple talk a lot about gardens?"
"Only when there's a dead body in it." Then, in a stage' voice, I said, "Miss Marple found Old Man Perkins lying dead in an English Country Garden, surrounded by dandelions and stinging nettles and butter cups and clover. A three-tined pitchfork was stuck in his chest."
"I bet the butler did it."
Eventually, Brad gave in to my fingers and forgot about gardens. We got down into some serious fun. As I stroked his cock, Brad reached over to me and began stroking mine. He bent himself over and the tip of his cock slipped between his lips as I held it for him. He sucked at it for a few seconds, then stretched his tongue to try to reach as much of the head as he could.
"I wish I could get more of it," he said when he sat back up again. My hand continued its stroking.
"Not even when you flip your legs over your head?"
"What do you mean?" he asked.
"Are you kidding? Haven't you even tried that?"
The look on his face told me that he really had no idea what I was talking about.
"You lie on your back and flip your legs up and over behind your head," I explained. "That way, you can push down with your hips."
"I never thought of doing that," he said. Brad's eyes were wide with excitement and anticipation. "You think I could get the whole head in if I did it?"
"I don't know," I said. "Maybe."
"Will you help me?"
"I'd rather be doing it myself," I said, "but sure. I'll help you."
Brad didn't wait. He was up and getting out of the hot tub before I even realized my hand was only holding water. By the time I got out, he'd spread a towel on the deck and was lying down on it. With a kick of his legs, they flew up into the air, falling to the deck behind his head. His cockhead lay against his cheek, almost touching the towel.
"Oh, God, Ted," he exclaimed as I knelt beside him "I think I can do this!" His balls dangled well down the shaft, separating in their sack and coming to rest on either side. "Oh, God," he repeated.
He shoved up with his feet, pushing his hips into the air until his cock was level with his mouth. He opened it wide as he grasped his cock in his hand and moved it into position. His tongue reached out to it, lapping at it. When the head finally touched his lips, Brad relaxed his legs and the cock began to push down. Brad opened his mouth wider until they met the flared rim. A loud, strangled groan of pleasure escaped through his nose. His eyes clenched shut. I could see him pushing down with his hips, but he couldn't get beyond the ridge.
His hips pushed away again allowing his cock to slip out of his mouth.
"Please, Ted," he said, his open eyes now begging. "Help me. I can't do it myself."
He lowered his hips again as I moved in behind him, kneeling on the deck with my knees tucked under his back. I leaned forward, pushing my chest against his ass, looking down at him between his legs. His cock moved deeper, back to the rim again. Another anxious groan filled our small space. I pressed harder and Brad's eyes clenched tighter. His jaws opened wider.
Brad's ass lay open to me and I saw his puckered asshole winking at me. I'd never considered anything like this before, but I suddenly wanted to do it. With my hands on the sides of his ass cheeks, I pushed my face into him and my tongue found his button. Brad's eyes flew open wide as the cockhead slipped finally past his lips. He had his entire cockhead in his mouth. The scream he made would have been heard blocks away if it hadn't been muffled by the meat stuffed in his mouth. His asshole pulled in on itself, taking my tongue with it. Like everything else, it tasted like Brad, and I liked it. I pushed harder. Our eyes were locked on each other's.
Brad's orgasm started almost immediately. I could see his balls bouncing, trying to pull themselves up the shaft and tighter against his groin. His cock swelled and I could see his cheeks puffing in and out as he sucked breath into them through his nose. His groans grew louder and I could see the first volley of semen as it coursed its way down the shaft and into his waiting mouth. Another volley followed immediately and Brad coughed. Cum spurted out past his lips, splattering against his cock, his cheeks, and the towel. Some may have shot out of his nostrils, too.
My own groans of ecstacy joined his as I realized I was cumming on my own. My right hand left his ass and grabbed my cock, stroking it. As Brad continued to cum and swallow, my own semen began shooting out and splashing against his back. I screamed my orgasmic pleasure into his ass.
Brad's legs heaved up, pushing back toward me and falling to either side of me. His ass rested on my thighs, my pumping fist pushing against his balls as I shot the rest of my cream there. Brad was still cumming, the last remnants leaking out. I sucked his cock into my mouth and took what was left.
His chest heaved and his mouth hung open. Cum dripped in rivulets down his cheeks. My orgasm finished, and so did Brad's. I pulled my mouth away from him and leaned back, spreading my knees and allowing his ass to settle on the deck.
When he could move, Brad sat up and wrapped his arms around me. His chest still heaved against me and I could feel his heart still pounding against my own.
"Gee-sus, Murphy, Ted," he said. "Just when I don't think life can get any better for me, you find a way to do it."
I reluctantly pushed him away so I could look at him. "You make it very easy for me to find new options, Bradley Hayes. There's a whole lot more of you for me to explore." I kissed him, long and hard.
* * * * *
It didn't take Brad long to buy his books again Saturday morning. He already knew where to find the ones he needed. By eleven-thirty, he was finished. We stopped at the Eaton Centre for some shopping and some lunch. I bought Lindsay some new clothes, two new nightgowns, and a pair of nice shoes she wanted. I bought a pile of plastic canvas materials and a half-dozen pattern books. I bought a few DVDs and CDs for all of us to enjoy and a portable CD player for Lindsay. It had to match her bicycle, of course.
Brad even let me buy him a new pair of sneakers and two new outfits. He let me pick out the clothes and he tried them on until I found the ones I liked most. I settled for a pair of stretchable jeans and a solid, light-blue T-shirt that hugged every contour of his chest. The other set consisted of snow-white slacks with a matching belt and shirt. To top it off, I bought him a pair of white shoes and some socks to go along with the ensemble. I've never seen him look more beautiful. I knew he didn't really like them, but when he saw me admiring him in them, I knew he'd wear them for me.
We reached Ontario Place in the early afternoon and spend over an hour splashing around in the water park area. Brad and I wore shorts. Lindsay wore her swim suit. It was warm and sunny, and I was glad I'd brought extra sun screen.
Later in the afternoon, we dried ourselves and got changed in the car before heading off to the IMAX geodesic dome theatre. Lindsay and I had been there several times, but this was a first for Brad. If you've never seen an IMAX movie before, it's difficult to imagine. The screen is so huge that you can't see it all. It's as close to being inside the movie as you can get.
It wasn't the underwater movie that Lindsay liked best, but it was just as stunning. A space movie with the Space Shuttle, including a space walk and a good view of the Canadarm at work. Lindsay sat beside me and Brad sat on the other side. Both of them held my hands throughout the movie.
I was thinking of taking everyone over to visit Warren and Bill, but Lindsay was getting tired after her day of shopping and playing in the sun and water. We ate supper in the food court at Ontario Place where everyone could eat what they wanted. Lindsay had chicken and French fries with gravy and cole slaw on the side. Brad and I had Chinese, and I had a ball teaching him how to eat with chopsticks. Brad took it all in stride, laughing right along with the rest of us, but he managed to get most of the food in his mouth. He dropped an egg roll in his lap and didn't even say a word when I picked it up for him and wiped away the plum sauce with a napkin. We were all laughing too hard to care what anyone thought.
Lindsay wouldn't go to bed when we got home without showing Grandma her new things, so over we went for a visit. As Lindsay modeled her new outfits for us, Brad made coffee and served it to John and myself while we sat in the livingroom. We rarely spent time in there. Usually we sat at the table in the kitchen. It was a comfortable room with large, deep-cushioned sofas and padded arms. The coffee table was large and solid. A grand, glass-door cabinet was filled with Hummel figurines and a number of ceramic pieces. Among the other furniture was a beautiful upright piano which I'd never heard played.
"Daddy," Lindsay said, "can I stay here at Grandma's tonight?"
I looked at Bernice and she merely smiled and nodded.
"Sure, Sweetheart," I said. She took off for the guestroom on the run so she could change for bed.
Brad served the coffee for each of us, plus a glass of milk and cookies for Lindsay, and took his seat beside me.
"Who plays the piano?" I asked John. He glanced at Brad and nodded. I looked at Brad in surprise. "You?"
He smiled meekly and nodded. "Not very well," he said.
"Don't listen to him, Ted," John said. "Bradley's very good. He has an ear for it. Go ahead, Son," he prompted. "Play that one I can't pronounce."
"Dad," Brad objected shyly.
His father wouldn't break his stare. Brad heaved a sigh and looked at me. "Better cover your ears."
He stood up and took his place at the piano, sliding the key cover back. He sat there for awhile as if he were trying to remember how to play. His left hand moved to the keyboard, hovered there for a moment, and began to play. The first single note, low on the keyboard, filled the room. It was slow and played with a great amount of emotion. The chord that followed told me immediately what the melody was. There was no mistaking it. Eric Satie. Gymnopedie No. 1. A second single note sounded lower on the keyboard, then the chord again. He repeated this, and then Brad's right hand began taking up the main theme. It was beautifully haunting in its simpleness and I sat there in absolute awe as I listened to him play. His fingers moved smoothly over the keys.
I glanced at John as he sat in his easy chair. He was as lost in the music as I was. Lindsay arrived and quietly crawled into my lap as she listened and Bernice took her seat beside me on the sofa.
I've heard this tune hundreds of times. I knew it by heart. But rarely had I heard it played with such emotion - such feeling. It filled the room with a gentle, peaceful feeling. When he finished, Brad sat there for a long while with his hands in his lap as he waited for the sound of the final note to fade away. Then pulled his foot away from the pedal, slid the cover back over the keys, stood up, and came back to sit beside me again.
"Why didn't you tell me you could do that?" I asked in amazement.
He looked at me with the stupidest look on his face. "You mean you really liked it?"
"It was good, Brad," Lindsay said.
"You put Murray Perahia to shame!" I said.
"No, I don't," he said with an embarrassed smile, his chipped tooth peeking through.
"Daddy? Will you buy a piano?"
"This one belongs to Bradley," John said. "It's his to take."
I looked back at Brad. "You really liked it?" he asked again. He no-longer had that shy smile on his face.
"Brad," I said. "I loved it."
"I did, too, Daddy," Lindsay said. "Would you teach me how to play, Brad?"
Brad looked at his mother, then his father. "Take it, Son," John said. "You're the only one who knows how to play it."
Then Brad looked at me again and I met his green eyes with my gaze. He smiled again, but there was pride in it this time. "Okay," he said. And then he kissed me.
Later that night, when we were alone and in bed, I made love to Brad and he made love to me. Our mutual moans of ecstasy were music to both our ears.
To Be Continued
All that and he is a keyboard artist too. Tell Ted he better be good to Brad or I'll come get Brad and his piano.
*goes to drugstore to get heart pill Rx refilled*
Now I'm thinking ... really, REALLY, hard, about getting my keyboard out of the attic! And ... I suppose ... the next thing we'll learn is that the green-eyed, chipped-tooth, horse-hung Brad can Sing, too??
Hey, Sheep ... does your drugstore carry Oxygen tanks, too??
Keep smilin'!!
WISDOM is the Knowledge you've gained ... After you could have used it! _Me
Sing?? Ky that would be too much, let sleeping Brads lie!
Thanks for another great chapter Neil
Neil, in all honesty, I'm beginning to dislike this story. Only because it is exactly the way I want to live. In happiness with the man of my dreams................
Then I have succeeded.Originally Posted by gayemtinpa
(Not the 'dislike' part. The 'happiness with the man of my dreams' bit. )
except that i don't have or i mean i haven't found him and begining to give up hope for him
You too, eh? I've felt the same way from the first chapter... *sigh*Originally Posted by gayemtinpa
I just finished reading chapter 20 and I want to tell you that I LOVE it so far I love how you make everything seem so real I almost feel like I am right there watching them.
I LOVE it and thank you for writting
Love ya,
I wish I had a Brad.
Part XXXIV
Brad and I spent Sunday morning in bed, doing everything that two men could do in bed, and we did it all morning long. Around noon, we showered together, had a light lunch, and went back to bed and did it all over again. I lost count of the number of orgasms we had were that day. When we were finished, Brad stripped the sweat-soaked sheets from the bed and washed them and made up the bed with clean sheets. I think he sprayed about a half can of lemon-scented Air Wick into the room. We stunk the place up real good! Then we had another shower together.
When we picked Lindsay up to bring her home, she said we looked happy. From the look on Bernice's face, she had a pretty good idea why. Brad blushed without anyone saying a word to him.
Monday morning, at work, I made arrangements for movers to take the piano from the Hayes household to the de Villiers homestead. The cost was the same, even though they were just moving it next door. I couldn't be there for the move, but Brad took pictures which he showed me later that night when we were alone in bed. When I asked him why he took them, he said, "I thought you might like to see this guy. He's got a nice ass."
He was older than Brad - maybe twenty-five or so - and had a similar look and build. He had a lot less up front, but a lot more in the back. Two things surprised me. The first was that I found myself wondering what it would be like to fuck that ass. The second was that Brad found him just as sexy as I did and that he told me. We were both looking at men differently now, and I think we both understood Warren a lot more now. His constant flirting with other men had always bothered me, especially when he did it in front of Bill, but now I could see the innocence in it. I could see that Warren would never act upon those flirtations, and neither would we.
"I think he was coming on to me," Brad said with a smirk. "He looked at my crotch and licked his lips. He winked, too. I think that's a come on'."
"Looking at your crotch and licking his lips is a come on," I told him. "Looking and licking and winking is an invitation. Shoving his face in your crotch is begging."
Brad smiled and kissed me. "Shoving your face in my crotch isn't begging," he said with a wink. "It's a promise that I'm in for one helluva good night."
"Speaking of which. . ."
We didn't do much talking after that.
* * * * *
It usually took some coaxing to get Brad to sit at the piano to play, but when he did, it was almost as difficult to get him away from it again. Now, I might be a wee bit biased, but Brad was good. I had no idea the same fingers that could make a front lawn into a garden paradise could also make such wonderful music. I envied his talent, but I admired it just as much. The funny thing about it was that a lot of things he played so well were classical pieces and he didn't even know it. He could play just as well with sheet music as he could without. And I tell you, he could play a mean Ragtime. He knew the entire score of The Sting by heart and even Marvin Hamlish couldn't play The Entertainer any better than Brad could.
He was so patient with Lindsay as he gave her lessons. Of course, the first song Lindsay learned to play was Chopsticks. Unfortunately, she didn't advance much beyond that and began losing interest. We didn't push her. It was her decision.
Cali and Mags still showed up for visits, but swimming was out of the question now. Even on the warmer days. With school only days away, just the thought of September was enough to keep them from getting their toes wet. They didn't spend much time in the hot tub, either. It was nice while they were in it, but it was too darned cold for them when they got out. Brad and I still used it regularly and we were thinking about keeping it going as long as we could. If the Finns could do it in the dead of winter, so would we.
Labour Day weekend, we drained and dismantled the Dolphino pool. If Lindsay wanted to, she could join us in the hot tub. If all went as planned, a new, in-ground pool would be installed next spring and I'd be giving Tyler the Dolphino for his own back yard.
I took Lindsay to school for her first day. Brad came with us, and so did Mags and Tyler. Mags was on the pick-up' list, as were Brad, Cali, and Terry. Lindsay wouldn't walk home without one of us being there to walk with her. We were all on Tyler's list as well. The two would go to school together and come home together, and they would always have someone with them.
Brad began his classes a few weeks later. It was the first Saturday evening after classes started that the doorbell rang. Brad was in the shower and Lindsay was busy playing Nintendo by herself. I watched as she helped Mario find his way through the fantasy worlds for the hundredth time. She loved that game.
"Doorbell," Lindsay said without missing a single jump.
"Oh, please don't bother yourself," I mocked as I stood up. "I'll get it." I kissed her hair.
I opened the door to a young man about Brad's age. He was shorter and rather thin, his clothes hanging on him as if they were several sizes too large for him. He had dark brown hair, parted at the side and combed forward so it looked like he was always peeking through it. His face was very smooth and rather feminine-looking. His small mouth barely moved when he spoke.
"Hello," he said. "The people next door said I could find Brad Hayes here?" It was a statement, but he made it sound like a question.
"Yes," I said, "he's here." I stepped back and opened the door for him. "Won't you come in? I'll tell him you're here."
"Oh," he said, "I don't want to intrude as well."
"You're not intruding. Brad lives here."
"Oh," the boy said. "Are you his father?"
Okay, I admit it. That stung a little bit. But I passed it off. "No," I said.
Confusion flooded his face. "Oh," he said and stepped inside.
"He's in the shower. I'll tell him you're here," I told him. "Does he know you?"
"We go to Ryerson together," he said. "I'm Michael."
I led him into the kitchen. "Have a seat. Would you like some coffee?"
"No, thank you," he said politely.
I nodded and went to get Brad. I slid the frosted shower door open slightly. Brad greeted me with a smile. "If you're going to join me, you should get out of those things first."
"Maybe later," I said. "Right now, you've got a visitor. Some guy named Michael, from Ryerson."
"Oh, yeah. We met on the GO Train. He's a freshman. He lives here in town."
"He thought you were my son."
The smile disappeared from Brad's face. "You're kidding?"
"I'm sorry, Ted. I'll set him straight."
"Don't worry about it."
Brad must have seen what I was feeling. I tried to hide it, but I didn't do a very good job. He reached out through the door and put his hands tenderly on my cheeks. "Ted, you're not old. You're a beautiful man, and I love you." He kissed me.
The kiss made me feel better, but I still felt old.
I closed the door so he could finish his shower, wiped my face dry with a towel, then went back to sit with our guest. I stopped by to see if Lindsay needed anything. "Can I have some Cream Soda and some of Uncle Warren's corn chips?"
"Sure," I told her. "I'll get them. Do you want ice?"
"Yes, please." Her eyes never left the television screen and Mario never missed a mushroom.
"Be right with you," I told Michael when I got back to the kitchen. I grabbed Warren's treat bag from the cupboard over the refrigerator. There wasn't much left, and Lindsay had saved all her favourites for last. I grabbed the corn chips and put the rest back on the shelf. I grabbed a glass and filled it with ice from the dispenser in the refrigerator door, then filled it with Cream Soda.
"Excuse me," Michael said. "Could I have some of that, please?"
"I'm sorry," I said. "I should have offered you something besides coffee."
"I don't drink anything with caffeine."
"We have Ginger Ale and Root Beer as well, or juice."
"Cream Soda is fine, thanks. No ice, please."
I poured him a glass and handed it to him before taking Lindsay's treats to her. The shower was off now. Brad would be here soon. Good. I wasn't sure what to make of this new kid.
"Who's in the kitchen, Daddy?"
"A friend of Brad's," I told her.
"Oh," she said, tapping at one of the buttons to keep Mario in the air and collecting coins that were floating there.
I returned to the kitchen, poured two mugs of coffee, and prepared them out of habit before carrying them to the table. I was just sitting down when Brad appeared, dressed only in his older cut-offs which were getting more ragged with every wash. Pretty soon, they would be for private viewing only. He was rubbing at his hair dry with a towel.
"Hi, Mike," he said cheerfully.
"Hi, Brad." He tried to keep his eyes off Brad's shorts and failed miserably.
After Brad sat across from him, Michael's eyes moved to Brad's chest. I could see him swallowing before his eyes travelled to Brad's face. "The people next door told me you were here."
"They're my parents."
Michael stole a quick glance at me, then looked away again in embarrassment. "I thought. . ." He paused and swallowed again. "I thought you were just visiting here."
"No," Brad said. "I live here with Ted."
Michael looked at me with a look of panic on his face. "I'm sorry," he said as he rose to his feet. "I. . . um. . . I think I'd better go."
"You just got here," Brad said. It was obvious he wasn't seeing what I was seeing.
"Sorry, Brad," the boy said. "I've got to go. See you Monday."
I rose to show him to the door. "You don't have to leave," I said.
"I'm really sorry," he apologized again. "Thanks for the pop." Without another word, he was gone, and he hadn't even taken a sip of his Cream Soda.
"What in heck was that all about?" Brad asked when I returned.
"Maybe I should make an appointment to see if you need glasses," I said. "That kid was hoping to get into your pants tonight."
"I know," he said. "But he didn't have to leave?"
I put my hand on Brad's arm. "He wasn't expecting to discover that you live here and that we're lovers."
Brad looked down at his coffee mug. "Oh," he said quietly.
Just then, the doorbell rang again.
"Doorbell!" Lindsay shouted from the livingroom. Nothing escaped that girl's attention.
"I'll get it," Brad said.
A moment later, I heard mumbling voices, and then the sound of the door closing. I took my coffee into the livingroom to watch Lindsay bop turtles on the head. She was already playing through the Forest of Illusion and I hadn't even managed to find my way off Yoshi's Island yet. But I was getting pretty good at that car racing game!
Brad was outside with Michael for almost twenty minutes. When he came inside, he brought in his coffee and joined us on the sofa. "You were right," he said as he sat down beside me. He took my hand in his. "He was hoping we could become really good friends."
I knew what he meant. "Why did he come back?" I asked.
"Just to talk to me. He wanted to know if you and me were a temporary thing. When I told him we were in it for the long haul, he asked if we could still be friends. You know, ride to Toronto together. Ride home. Get together once in awhile."
"What did you tell him?" I asked.
"I told him sure', but that's about it. I don't think we'll be hanging out with each other very much. There was something about him."
"You noticed it, too, eh?"
Yeah," he said. "Kind of creepy. I didn't like the way his hair covered his eyes. It looked like he was hiding something."
"He was."
We sat there, watching Lindsay play. I still don't know how she could push buttons and eat corn chips at the same time. Brad pulled my hand into his lap, wrapping his other hand around the outside of mine.
"Ted," he said, "I need you to do something for me."
"Anything," I told him.
"Come," he said, rising to his feet and pulling me to mine. He took me to the computer and booted it up before going online. He had the bookmarked page on the screen within minutes. I looked at the screen and read about a landscaping program he'd found at Amazon.
"It will let me scan pictures into the program and landscape around it," he said. "I mean, I could, like, take a picture of our back yard and scan it in, and then I could landscape the whole thing and you could see what it would look like."
"But it only has two and a half stars."
"I know, but look here." He clicked another bookmark and opened another page which reviewed the program. I read the review.
"Back it up," I told him. Brad clicked back to the other screen as I retrieved my wallet from my back pocket. "Now, get that pretty little behind of yours out of the chair." Brad stood up and I took his place, clicking through to the order form. I filled in the information and submitted the order as Brad stood close beside me, his hand resting on my shoulder.
"There you go," I said. "It's on its way."
Brad bent down and around me, pressing his lips to mine. "Thank you," he said, and he kissed me again. His hand slid discreetly into my crotch, giving my cock a promising squeeze. He looked at me. "I'll pay you back later, one way or the other." Then, with a wink and a grin, he added, "Or both."
"Do me a favour?"
"What?" he asked, his arm still wrapped around my neck.
"Get me another coffee?"
"Only if you tell me you love me."
"I love you, Brad," I said.
He kissed me again, said, "I love you, too," then went to get me another coffee.
Brad paid me back one way in the hot tub that night and the other way in our bed.
I gave him his choice of tips.
* * * * *
Sunday morning, Lindsay helped Brad in the basement, doing the laundry. She'd never done that before. I figured something was up with them, and I had a pretty good idea what it was, especially when Lindsay came upstairs with an armful of clothes and met me at the top of the stairs. Brad was on his way up with a full hamper in his hands. Lindsay dipped her head, trying to hide the conspiratorial smile.
"What are you to doing down there?" I asked.
"Nothing, Daddy," she said, and ran to her room.
When Brad reached me, I whispered, "Surprise birthday party?"
Brad winked. "It's all her idea. She's planning the whole thing."
I smiled. "Whatever she needs, okay?"
"I'll try to keep her reigned in. By the way, do you like clowns who can make balloon animals or ones who can do magic tricks?"
* * * * *
Cali, Mags, and Tyler joined us for dinner that afternoon, as did John and Bernice. Brad had arranged it all and was going to cook it all, but Bernice was here early to help him. John would join us later.
Cali and clan showed up later in the afternoon. Mags joined Brad and Bernice in the kitchen while Cali and I chatted in the livingroom. Lindsay and Tyler went to play in her room. John showed up shortly afterward and joined us there.
"How long has Bradley been playing the piano?" Cali asked John.
"Since he was a little boy," John explained. "He used to tinker away whenever we went to visit his Grandma's house. She'd give him lessons and he picked the rest up by himself. I bought him an old upright for fifty bucks and he'd spend hours there practicing and playing. Neither the wife nor I could play, so we would sit there and listen. I knew he had talent, but he kept it at home and wouldn't play for anyone else except us and his grandmother. When she died three years ago, Bradley got her piano. He wouldn't play it, though. Not until he met you, Ted."
"Me?" I said. My surprise was genuine.
John nodded. "The wife made the connection before I did. You did more for that boy than you realize, Ted. You brought music back into his life."
"Why didn't he tell me before?"
"Like I said, he wouldn't play for anyone else, but he was getting ready to play for you."
"That's so romantic," Cali said softly. She looked at me when I looked at her. "What? Mags wasn't here!"
* * * * *
Dinner was delicious. The kids ate on TV trays in front of the television set, watching one of their favourite movies. The rest of us sat around the diningroom table. Brad had made that ham I liked so much and there was a pile of whipped potatoes and three kinds of vegetables. Bernice had brought dessert - her famous chocolate and white cake plus an apple pie and pumpkin and pecan tarts. There wasn't much to go back into the fridge.
After dinner, after everyone went home, Brad and I sat on the sofa as Lindsay took her bath. We didn't say anything. We just sat there with our feet propped up on the coffee table, cuddling with each other. Pachelbel's Canon in D was playing in the background when Lindsay came running down the hall, dressed in her nightgown and ready for bread.
She climbed up into my lap. "Daddy," she said, "can you give Brad twenty dollars so he can buy me. . . um. . . some crayons?"
I smiled at her. "That's a lot of money for crayons, Sweetheart," I said.
"I need a lot of em," she said. She gave me her best sad puppy look.
"Okay, Sweetheart," I told her.
She gave me a big hug, then crawled into Brad's lap and gave him a big hug as well. As she did, she whispered, but it was loud enough for me to hear: "You know the one I want."
Brad whispered back, "I know."
Lindsay kissed him goodnight and climbed back into my arms. I picked her up and headed off for her bedroom. I tucked her into her bed and sat beside her, stroking her hair.
"I think I'm going to need more crayons later, Daddy," she said.
"You just tell me when, Sweetheart," I said. "Brad can buy them for you."
"Thank you, Daddy." She sat up, wrapped her arms around my neck and gave me another big hug. "I love you."
"I love you, too, Sweetheart."
She lay back down and I tucked her in again. "Daddy?"
"Are you going to marry Brad?"
"What makes you ask that, Sweetheart?"
"Well, you love Brad and he loves you, and grown-ups who love each other get married."
Ah. The sweet, innocent logic of children. "It's a little different with us, Sweetheart. We're both men."
Lindsay would not be put off so easily. "Uncle Warren's a man, and so is Uncle Bill. They got married."
"Yes, they did."
"So," she pressed on, "are you going to marry Brad?"
"How would you feel if I did?"
She became pensive, tapping her index finger against her lower lip. "I think I'd like it," she said finally. "We'd be a real family again."
"Well, if I ever decide to marry Brad, we'll talk to you first and get your permission."
"You don't need my permission, Daddy," she said. "You can marry Brad if you want to."
"Thank you, Sweetheart." I kissed her forehead. "Goodnight, now."
"Nitey-nite, Daddy."
* * * * *
I sat on the sofa. Brad lay on his back, his head resting comfortably in my lap. His left arm was bent at the elbow, his hand holding my left hand, his thumb rubbing the back of my fingers. My right hand lay over his bare pectoral, my fingers twirling themselves in the soft hair between the twin mounds. Brad's eyes were closed and my head was tilted back against the sofa. Debussy played softly in the background and candlelight flickered about and danced on the ceiling.
Neither of us spoke. There was only our silence and ourselves to keep each other company.
I didn't tell him about my little conversation with Lindsay.
To Be Continued
Hell, Neil, I'm getting married; so should Ted & Brad, but maybe not until he finishes school. I wanna go to the wedding!
I am new here but I have been absolutely mesmerized by the story of Brad and Ted. So much so that I stayed up halfway through the night to read all the previous episodes. I have to go away for a week on Tuesday and I don't know how I will manage to survive a whole week without knowing what happens next. A brilliant story. I am so involved.....
Another beautiful chapter of this great story.
You are a genius, keep up the good work.
Peace and love Neil.
You really know how to put together a really nice story Neil.
Part XXXV
I didn't know what kind of birthday party Lindsay was planning for me. I mean, my birthday wasn't until later in October and we weren't even into Thanksgiving yet. But, it was fun hearing all the clever things she could simply not live without. So far, I had bought almost sixty dollars worth of crayons, paper clips, two colouring books, multi-coloured push pins, and one pair of socks which cost me twelve ninety-nine plus tax.
Brad wouldn't say anything when I asked him about it. He'd just show me that chipped-tooth grin of his, shake his head, and say, "You're going to love it."
Brad had changed over the past few weeks. It started when we first brought the piano into our house. He let the short hair on top of head grow out. It was parted in the middle now and brushed to both sides and fell forward over his forehead. I missed the spikey-topped look at first, but this new look was growing on me. It framed his face better and gave him a more grown-up, handsome appearance. His hair was still long and full on the sides and back, of course, but not all the way to his shoulders. It covered his ears on the sides and grew just below his natural hairline at the back. I liked the way it bounced when he walked. He just looked more beautiful every day.
He tried growing a moustache once, but it was too scraggly for his liking and he shaved it off again.
So, where was I? Oh, yes. Heading into Thanksgiving and my surprise birthday party. Brad spent a lot of time on the computer doing work for his university courses and researching landscaping on the net whenever he had extra time. His landscaping program had arrived and he spent time learning that as well. It was an interesting program and he could do a lot with it. He photographed our front gardens and scanned them into the program, then showed me how he could mask out what was there and make whatever changes he wanted, adding new plants and trees, changing the retaining wall from stone to wood, adding a new sidewalk in a number of different textures. And, when it was all done, he could walk through it. Well worth the money.
Sex changed for us, too. And not for the worse. It just kept getting better and better. After Brad learned about that legs over the head' self-suck thing, and after I discovered I liked rimming him, there seemed to be no limits to the pleasure we could give each other. The combinations were numerous and we spent a lot of time exploring them all.
Still, though, we kept coming back to our favourite pass-time, and that was me watching Brad masturbate. As much as we enjoyed making love with each other, we didn't enjoy it half as much as that. Brad jerked off for me at least once a week, and oftentimes more than that. He was still the master of manipulation. Occasionally, he would masturbate until he was close to orgasm, lie down and toss his legs over his head, and jerk off into his mouth. He liked to keep a space between his cockhead and open mouth so I could see him shooting off into it. A lot of times, he'd hold some of his semen on his tongue and we would share it when we kissed afterward, and then I would lick his face clean of any spurts which had gone astray.
Our love for each other never wavered. It was as strong as it was before, and getting stronger by the day. Brad settled into his dependency with relative ease and accepted the fact that, if he wanted us to stay together, he would have to swallow his pride and do it.
A few days before Thanksgiving, Brad came storming into the house after classes. He slammed the front door, tore past me without a word, and went directly to our bedroom, slamming that door behind him as well. Lindsay was sitting at the table eating one of Grandma's cookies.
"Wait here, Sweetheart," I told her. "You can have another cookie, okay?"
"Okay, Daddy," she said, but I could tell she was as concerned as I was.
I hurried down the hall and into our bedroom. Brad had his shirt of by that time and was just pulling his pants off his feet as I closed the door behind me. He turned and threw the pants toward the other side of the bed, the pant leg hitting the table lamp there and knocking it over.
"Brad?" I said.
He turned toward me. His face was red and twisted with anger and the muscles in his neck bulged. "That fuckin' little bastard!" he yelled. His hands balled into fists, his elbows bent, and his biceps ready to explode. In the three months I'd known him, I didn't know Brad was capable of this.
"Hey!" I yelled even louder. "Keep your voice down!"
Brad's chest heaved. He didn't lose any of his anger, but he gained control of his voice. "I'm sorry, Ted," he said much more quietly, but his voice was still full of rage. He sat on the bed and I joined him. My arm came around his shoulder.
"Who are you talking about?"
"That fuckin' asshole, Mike, that's who," he said, spitting the name out of his mouth as if it were serpent's venom. "The little bastard came on to me!"
"Lots of people do that, Brad," I said, trying to console him.
"Not like this, Ted," he told me. "I was ready to pound his face in."
My free hand went to his bare leg. "What happened."
"Right there! On the Go," He began. I could see he was trying desperately to regain control of his emotions. "His hand went right to my crotch and he grabbed a handful. I pushed it away and asked him not to do that and he grabbed me again! And he put his arm around me like you are now!" He looked at me. "He told me. . ."
I waited. The strangest, most frightening look came into Brad's green eyes. "What?" I asked. "What did he tell you?"
His voice dropped to a sad whisper. "He told me to. . . dump Gramps and let a real man do the job."
I sat back, pulling my hand and arm away.
Brad grabbed my wrist in his hand. "No, Ted!" he said. "Don't pull away from me!" He pulled me to him and grabbed me in his arms so hard and pulled me against his chest with such strength that he squeezed the air out of my lungs. He held me until my arms came around him to hold him as well. He nuzzled his face into my neck and kissed it.
A soft knock came at the door. "Daddy?" Brad and I separated, but we didn't let go of each other.
"What is it, Sweetheart?" I called.
The door opened slowly and Lindsay peeked through the opening. "I was scared, Daddy," she said. "Is Brad okay?"
Brad managed a smile. "I'm fine, Lindsay," he said calmly. "I just had a bad day at school, that's all. We'll be out in a minute, okay? I want to talk to your Dad for a minute."
"Okay," she said and began to close the door.
"You can leave the door open," Brad said.
Lindsay pushed the door open. "Can I have another cookie, Daddy?"
"How many have you had?"
"Wait until after dinner, okay?" I said. "You can have ice cream with them for dessert."
A smile broke out on her face. "Okay," she said. "I'm going to watch cartoons."
"Thank you, Sweetheart." She left and I turned my attention to Brad. "Maybe I am too old for you."
Brad's face turned harsh and his voice was threatening. "Don't you ever say that to me again, Ted. Never! I fell in love with you. Not some stupid number."
"Face it, Brad," I said. "You're not even twenty yet and I'll be thirty-three in a few weeks."
His hand came to my cheek. "Do you honestly think I give a shit about that? Do you honestly think I care?" His thumb stroked my cheek. "Your age doesn't change who you are, Ted. And it doesn't change the way I think about you. It never will."
He pulled me into his grasp again, much more tenderly this time. "I love you, Ted de Villiers, and I'll never stop loving you. And Heaven help you if you ever stop loving me."
I pulled myself into him. Moments later, my tears fell to his shoulder and fell in tiny streams down his chest. Brad held me until I stopped crying.
Mike's name was never mentioned in our house again.
* * * * *
Brad fucked me that night. There must have still been some suppressed anger in him. It came out in his fucking. He pounded into me much harder than he usually did and his balls crashed into my ass cheeks with every thrust. He lasted a lot longer as well. I had to cover his mouth when he came. He was almost screaming. By the time he finished, sweat was dripping off his brow and rolling down his chest.
He didn't apologize until later. He didn't even realize what he had done until I mentioned it to him when we were in the shower. I stopped his apologies. I hadn't minded it at all. It had been the best fuck I've ever had.
Brad smiled then. "I was wondering why my balls were so sore."
I kissed them to make them feel better.
* * * * *
I got off work an hour early on the Friday of the Thanksgiving weekend. Everything was packed and ready and loaded into the car that morning. I just had to get showered and changed and off we went. Brad was waiting for us, as planned, at the Ryerson library steps. He rode in the back seat until we got to Warren's place. We were stopping there for dinner before continuing on to Crystal Beach later that evening. Bill wasn't home yet. He'd got himself tied up in that traffic snarl on the QEW that I had managed to bypass by using the Lakeshore Boulevard.
Warren was a bundle of energy now. He bounced around the apartment like a little boy, flitting here and there and everywhere at once. I hadn't realized how much his heart had slowed him down. I had thought he was just getting lazier than he always was. Warren picked up Lindsay to give her a great big hug and kiss. Of course, he had a pile of Thanksgiving gifts waiting on the table for her. I think Lindsay was the only person in Canada to receive Thanksgiving gifts, and Warren was the only one who gave them out.
Both Brad and I got a big hug from Warren, and this time, we both got a big kiss as well. I was Warren's best friend, but Brad got the bigger hug and kiss. I didn't mind. I don't think he did, either.
Bill managed to make it in time for dinner and Brad displayed his turkey-carving abilities with consummate skill. Dinner was delicious, as it always was. Warren was an excellent cook. Everyone had pumpkin pie with whipped cream for dessert except for Lindsay. She was too anxious to start ripping open her gifts. Warren watched her carefully and closely, and there was such a look of joy in his face all the time he did. I'd always felt a bit guilty, what with him spending so much money on her, but I think Lindsay was the child he would never have. That was his biggest regret about being gay. He loved children.
"Teddy?" Warren said when Lindsay was finished with her gifts and digging into her pumpkin pie that she suddenly decided she wanted after all. "Bill and I are contemplating adoption."
"Really?" I was a bit surprised.
"Warren thinks we're too old to adopt."
It was Brad who grabbed that one. "You're never too old to adopt a child," he said. "Believe me. My parents were in their forties when they adopted me. Except for Ted and Lindsay, that was the best thing that ever happened to me in my whole life."
"I didn't know you were adopted," Bill said.
"I asked Ted not to tell anyone."
"Have you tried to find your birth parents?" Warren asked.
"No," Brad said. "I was a drug baby. Mom and Dad don't even know who they are and I don't want to find out. Mom and Dad are the only parents I want."
"A drug baby!" Warren said. "Oh, Bill! Think what we could do for a child like that!"
"I don't know if you'd be up to it, Warren," I said. "Drug babies need a whole lot of attention, both parental and medical, until they get clean."
Warren looked deeply into Bill's eyes. Bill just looked at him and said, "We'll talk about it, okay?"
A smile broke out on Warren's face. "That usually means yes'," he said.
Bill smiled back. "We'll talk."
Warren leaned to his left and gave Bill a big kiss. "Je t'aime, mon cher," he said.
"I love you, too, Babe," Bill said.
Unfortunately, we had to leave soon after dessert. We still had a few hours on the road. Maybe longer, depending on the traffic. We all got another hug and kiss goodbye from Warren. Lindsay got a hug and kiss from Bill as well. Brad and I got hugs.
We were crossing the Burlington Skyway when Lindsay hit us with the question. "Daddy? Would you adopt a baby brother for me?"
I looked at Lindsay in the rear view mirror, then at Brad. He was looking at me.
I sucked in a deep breath through my nose. "We'll talk about it later, okay, Sweetheart?"
Lindsay's smile greeted me in the mirror. "I hope that means yes'," she said.
I know I shouldn't even have been thinking of doing such a thing, but I was.
* * * * *
I had to awaken Lindsay when we arrived at Mom and Dad's place. I carried Lindsay and Brad carried the suitcases. Lindsay had her own case. Brad and I shared the larger one. As usual, Mom had the front porch decorated for the holiday. Corn stalks were tied to the metal supports of the porch awning and the traditional Indian corn was tied to the door. More corn stalks leaned against the house on either side of the door and a cornucopia sat to one side, overflowing with more ears of corn and various squash and gourds of all different colours. Several pumpkins of varying sizes sat on the other side.
Mom opened the door to greet us. Dad stood behind her. We stepped inside and Mom kissed both me and Lindsay, and then she kissed Brad on the cheek. Dad gave me a hug and gave Lindsay a kiss. He shook Brad's hand.
"How was the traffic, Son?" he asked as we moved into the livingroom and Mom closed the front door.
"Pretty heavy on the QEW in Mississauga, but not bad after that. There was a lot, but it was steady driving."
"We heard about an accident on the QEW," Mom said. "We thought you might have been tied up in that. No-one was killed, but it was pretty messy."
"I know," I said. "Bill got caught in it. We drove around it."
"Daddy, I have to go pee," Lindsay said sleepily.
"I'll take her," Mom said. Lindsay happily went to her arms.
As soon as Mom and Lindsay were out of range, Dad leaned toward me. His voice was low. "Son, your mother and I have decided to allow you and Brad to sleep in the same room, but I want you to promise me you won't. . . do anything while you're here."
"We won't, Dad," I said. "I promise."
And then Dad smiled at me. "Thank you, Son." He looked at Brad. "You any good with your hands, Son?"
Brad looked a bit shocked. I'm not sure if it was being asked if he was handy or if it was being called Son'. "Um, yeah," he said. "I guess so."
"We bought one of those inflatable beds from Canadian Tire and we can't figure out the instructions," he said. "We bought one of them pumps to blow it up with, too."
"We'll get it," I said. "Which room is it in?"
"Your old room. You and Brad can sleep in the guest room. I'll make the tea."
I took Lindsay's suitcase and Brad grabbed the larger one. I pointed out the guestroom and Brad set the case inside. My old room was a bit further down the hall past the bathroom. I had to smile and shake my head. The box with the new bed hadn't even been opened yet.
"No wonder your Dad couldn't figure out the instructions," Brad chuckled as he began opening the box. "They're still inside." That's Dad. It's easier to make excuses than it is to admit he didn't want to do it. As it turned out, the instructions were hardly even necessary. Within a few minutes, we had the frame set up. The mattress was set in place and the electric pump was doing its thing. At least it wasn't a hand pump.
Mom showed up at the door. "Nightgown for Lindsay?" I popped open the suitcase and pulled out her nightgown and handed it to her. "She's almost asleep, Ted. How long will this take?"
"It's almost done now," Brad said. "I should have it all made up by the time Lindsay gets changed."
As Mom returned to the bathroom, Brad continued the pumping and I sorted the sheets and blankets. The pump turned off. "I think this is enough," Brad said. He was pushing at the mattress with his hand.
I sat on it, then lay down on my back. "A bit more," I said. "It's still pretty mushy." The pump turned on again and I felt the mattress rising. When I felt like I wasn't lying in marshmallow anymore, I said, "That's good."
I got up and Brad disconnected the pump and sealed the valve. Together, we made the bed. By the time Lindsay came into the room, I was folding down the blanket for her.
"Nite, Lindsay," Brad said as he squatted to give her a hug and kiss.
"Nitey-nite, Brad," Lindsay said. "I love you."
Brad left to join Dad in the kitchen.
"Goodnight, Sweetie," Mom said as she bent down to kiss Lindsay's forehead. "Sleep well."
"Nite, Grandma. I will."
When Mom was gone, I picked up my daughter and gave her the hug and kiss she was waiting for. "Goodnight, Sweetheart," I said. "I love you."
"I love you, too, Daddy," she said quietly. "You won't forget about my baby brother, will you?"
"No, Sweetheart, I won't," I said softly. "But that's something I'm really going to have to think about first."
"Okay, Daddy," she said as I placed her in bed and pulled the sheet and blanket over her. "Just so you don't forget."
"I won't, Sweetheart," I assured her. "I promise." I tucked her in and kissed her forehead one more time. "Goodnight, Sweetheart."
"Nitey-nite, Daddy," she said.
I turned out the light and closed the door partway. Mom had tea and biscuits on the table by the time I joined them. Another cornucopia sat in the middle of the table and more Indian corn hung in the windows and lay on the kitchen counter, interspersed with more squash and gourds. Brad was looking through some gardening books Dad had brought out for him.
"Ted?" Brad said. "You ever heard of this guy? Alan Titchmarsh?"
"Yeah," I said. "He's pretty popular in England. He's on HGTV here sometimes, too."
"Ground Force," Dad said. "Good programme. When it's on."
"I'll have to watch for it," he said.
"Alan has written a lot of books," Dad added.
I told Brad, "Check Amazon when we get home."
"I will do that," he said, "if I can remember his name."
"How is Warren doing?" Mom asked me as Dad retrieved a pen and paper and wrote down Alan Titchmarsh's name for Brad.
"Oh, Mom," I said, "you wouldn't believe him now. I bet Lindsay would have trouble keeping up with him."
"Warren!?" Dad said. There was no disguising the surprise in his voice.
"He's a new man, Dad. All this time we thought he was just getting lazy and it was really his heart. He's lost a lot of weight, too," I told them. "He looks young again. They said they'd be down to see you before Christmas."
"I'll certainly look forward to that," Mom said. "I wanted to be there for their wedding."
"They're thinking of adopting a baby."
"Really?" Mom said. "They can do that?"
"Bill would know if they could," I told her.
"Yes, he certainly would."
I chuckled lightly. "Lindsay wants me to adopt a baby brother for her."
"Oh, Ted. You're not seriously thinking of doing that, are you? A child is a big responsibility."
"I know, Mom," I said. "I already have one, remember? Let's just say I'm thinking about it."
"Think it through carefully, Son," Dad said. "You can't take a child back to the store if it doesn't work out."
"I won't jump into anything without very serious consideration."
"I'm sure you won't, Son," he said. Then, as he picked up his cuppa, he said to himself, but loud enough for everyone to hear, "I've always wanted a grandson."
Mom looked at me and smiled. Dad had just given me his approval, and that surprised me, too.
Dad surprised me yet again when he said to Brad, "If you can't find those books you want here, let me know. I'll have my sister send them over from England for you."
Dad doesn't do anything for someone he doesn't like.
"Thank you, Sir," Brad said.
"Call me Jan," Dad said, and he took another sip of tea.
* * * * *
"I think your Dad's starting to like me," Brad said later as we lay in bed. We had both decided it would be best to sleep in our underwear.
"You don't know the half of it, Brad," I told him. "Warren has known Dad almost his whole life and he still has to call him Mr. de Villiers'."
"Wow' is right."
Brad paused. I knew he was thinking. "How does he spell his first name?"
That isn't exactly what I thought he was thinking about, but I answered him. "You pronounce it like yawn', but it's spelt J-A-N'."
"Oh," Brad said. "Like Jan Rubes."
"Hmmm," he said. "Never knew that was South African." Then he asked, "Ted? Are you really thinking of adopting a boy?"
That's what I thought he was thinking about.
"Yes, I'm thinking about it. Are you?"
"No," he responded, "but I will if you think I should."
I kissed him. "I think you should."
To Be Continued
Since everyone is going to congratulate you on how good the new chapter is, I will refrain from it.
Actually I was waiting for you to post it so I could read it as soon as you did.
Wow great story...can't wait for the next part!
Somehow I just knew the olde pharte would either put Ted & Brad in separate rooms or have the nerve to tell them *no sex*. Reminds me, almost 38 years ago, I brought my b/f home to spend the night. I asked Mom & Dad if he could stay and Dad said, "OK but he sleeps in the guest room." We left, went to his place and I moved out the next day with Mom crying her eyes out.
Next week we get married.
You have to fight for things you believe in.