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    Neil,

    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!

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    This story is oh soooo good.
    Cali sure can lay it on thick (:

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    WATCHING BRAD
    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.

    "Daddy?"

    "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.

    "Why?"

    "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.

    "Daddy?"

    "Brad's just upset, Sweetheart," I said, my hand still on her arm. "I'll be right back, okay?"

    "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

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    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.
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    Thank you! Thank You! Thanks You very, very much. What a story.

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    WATCHING BRAD
    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

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    This is a great story. Love it.

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    That was really different. I liked it.

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    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"!!

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    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.

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    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.
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    WATCHING BRAD
    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?"

    "Yes."

    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.

    "No."

    "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

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    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.
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    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??

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    Sing?? Ky that would be too much, let sleeping Brads lie!
    Thanks for another great chapter Neil
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    Quote Originally Posted by gayemtinpa
    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.

    (Not the 'dislike' part. The 'happiness with the man of my dreams' bit. )

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    Quote Originally Posted by gayemtinpa
    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*

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    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



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    I wish I had a Brad.

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    WATCHING 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?"

    "Nope."

    "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?"

    "Yes?"

    "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

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    Hell, Neil, I'm getting married; so should Ted & Brad, but maybe not until he finishes school. I wanna go to the wedding!

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    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.....

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    Another beautiful chapter of this great story.
    You are a genius, keep up the good work.
    Peace and love Neil.
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    You really know how to put together a really nice story Neil.
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    WATCHING BRAD
    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?"

    "Two."

    "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."

    "‘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."

    "Yup."

    "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

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    Since everyone is going to congratulate you on how good the new chapter is, I will refrain from it.
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    Actually I was waiting for you to post it so I could read it as soon as you did.

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    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.
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    Yeah, loved it
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    WATCHING BRAD
    Part XXXVI

    Okay, I'll be honest. I almost decided not to tell you about this part, but Brad talked me into it. I think this is one of the only times I've ever hated him. But, I love him too much, so there wasn't a whole lot of hate. I'll fill you in and try to make it as brief and painless for me as possible. (Don't worry about Brad. I didn't really hate him, but I wish he'd stop laughing about it!)

    It was a great day, actually. Brad stayed home with Dad, working in the garden and getting it ready for winter. I drove Mom and Lindsay into St. Catherines to do some shopping. Mom had a few last-minute things to pick up for tomorrow's dinner and she wanted to buy a few new outfits for Lindsay.

    "She's a growing girl, Ted," Mom said. "She can never have too many clothes."

    While they were shopping in the mall for clothes, I was in the bookstore digging up gardening books. I even found three of Alan Titchmarsh's books there and a few specialized book on making gardens for attracting various wildlife. I found a few British magazines on British gardens, too. If Brad was going to be an English Country Gardener, he was going to be the best there is in Canada. I bought them all and Brad loved every one of them when I gave them to him later.

    Sadly, they were the best parts of the day. So, I'll move right along to our after-dinner Let's Humiliate Theodore party of October, 2005.

    I knew I was dead as soon as Dad brought out the movie screen. You know those old screens with the fold-out tripod legs and the pull-out sparkly screen. Antique. Dreaded home movies!

    "No, Dad," I begged. "Please!"

    "I think it's only fair that Brad see the real Francis Theodore de Villiers."

    "That's you, Daddy," Lindsay said.

    I looked at Brad and he looked at me. "Say nothing, Bradley Nelson Hayes. And if you don't want to walk home on Monday, you'll keep your eyes shut, too."

    Neither warning stopped the curious smirk from appearing on his face.

    The projector was set up and the movie reel (Super 8 with sound!) was threaded onto the take-up reel. The drapes were drawn and the lights were dimmed. Brad sat to my left. Mom sat to my right. Dad sat in his chair near the projector. Lindsay sat in my lap. And me? Well, I was trying to sink as far into the cushions as I possibly could.

    The movie began innocently enough. Me running around in the back yard in a pair of baggy shorts, playing in one of those water sprinklers with three arms. It spins around and around and sprays three jets of water in a circle. I was about three years old. Oh, but I was a happy child, and my screams of delight would send warm fuzzies through any mother's heart.

    And then the shorts began to sag. At the back. Just a bit at first, and then enough to show the tops of my wee widdle bum cheeks. As I ran through the spray, the shorts got wetter. . . and heavier. And they drooped down my cheeks until my entire bum was hanging out. Mom could be heard laughing in the background on the film and the camera jiggled up and down as Dad giggled whilst trying to follow my little baby butt around the yard.

    Of course, as you've probably already guessed, the shorts fell off entirely and there was little Francis Theodore de Villiers, standing naked in all his three-year-old glory.

    Dad was smiling. Mom was chuckling. Lindsay was tittering. Brad was laughing.

    But wait! That's not the humiliating part yet!

    I put my tiny little hands on my scrawny little chest, bent over to look down at Wee Willie Winkie, and I started to pee. I didn't just pee. I tried to imitate the sprinkler as it spun around and around. I spun around, my arms spread wide, adding my tiny golden spray to the other three coming from the sprinkler.

    Dad was grinning now. Mom was giggling. Lindsay was snorting. Brad had tears running down his face.

    And I'm still not at the humiliating part.

    I ran out of pee and stepped over the sprinkler, straddling it with one foot on either side. I discovered the pleasures of water squirting up at the human body from below. And there was Theodore, wiggling his wee widdle bum in the spray and bouncing up and down.

    Dad was laughing. Mom was laughing. Lindsay was laughing. Brad was in hysterics. I was standing up, passing Lindsay over to her Grandmother as I continued on into the kitchen to sit at the table.

    I didn't have to see the humiliating part to know exactly when it happened.

    You don't either. Just imagine that naked little boy squatting down over the spinning sprinkler.

    The entire room broke into hysterical laughter. I folded my arms in front of me on the table and buried my head in them.

    * * * * *

    I recognized the grip of the hand on my shoulder. I recognized the smell of the body standing beside me. I recognized the laugh.

    "Get the hell away from me," I warned, "or you'll be pushing up daisies before morning."

    "Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!" Brad whispered and burst into another round of hysterics.

    I looked up at Brad as he wiped the tears from his face. "If you breathe a word of this to Mags or Cali or anyone else, you can pack your bags." I couldn't hide the smile on my face, though.

    Brad turned away and tried desperately to get his laughter under control. "Thwack. Thwack. Thwack." He didn't try too hard.

    Mom came in, still laughing to herself. "That deserves another pot of tea," she said.

    Lindsay tagged along close behind. "That was funny, Daddy. You should have stayed to see what happened."

    "I know what happened, Sweetheart."

    "Your Father is putting on our trip to Alberta, Ted," Mom said. "Come back in and join us."

    As Mom put the kettle on, Brad finally calmed down enough that he wasn't quaking with guffaws anymore. He took a deep breath, turned around, looked at me, and burst into laughter again. He had to leave the room. "Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!" he said and laughed even harder.

    * * * * *

    I'll be honest. There's no way I can make the rest of our Thanksgiving weekend exciting after that movie, so I won't even try. We went to bed. We woke up and spent the day indoors because it was raining. We ate dinner at one-thirty. We ate leftover turkey for an evening snack. We went to bed.

    Like I said - not exciting. But it was a good Thanksgiving weekend. The best part of it was our departure. Mom gave us our usual hugs and kisses. Brad was included. Dad gave Brad a handshake at first, and then pulled him into a hug. Brad was finally an accepted part of the de Villiers family. Lindsay got her hugs and kisses from him, as did I.

    We left early, about ten o'clock in the morning. I wanted to beat the holiday traffic back into the city. The first thing I did, though, was head for Tim Horton's for coffee. After three days of tea, Brad was desperate. Lindsay had a hot chocolate. I treated Brad to a half-dozen apple fritters and I bought a large box of Timbits for Lindsay and myself.

    There was still a lot of traffic, but it would have been a lot worse if we had waited until later. We got home early in the afternoon. We dropped off our suitcases, got changed, and all went over to the Hayes house for coffee and cake. We ended up staying for dinner there.

    We were all exhausted after the long weekend. Lindsay was home and asleep in her bed by eight o'clock. Brad and I were in bed by ten past eight.

    I missed the taste of Brad's cock. I missed the feel of it in my mouth. I missed the scent of it in my nostrils. I missed the texture of it on my tongue. I missed the way it filled me up. I couldn't wait to taste and feel and smell it all again.

    We kissed all the time we undressed each other, our tongues dancing with each other and our heads twisting back and forth to give us the best possible access to each other's mouth. Our breaths came in short, rapid pants and we breathed our life into each other. When our shirts were gone, we clutched each other in our arms, and our fingers clawed into the other's back.

    Brad's hands travelled down my back to my ass, grasping it and pulling my crotch into his. The growing mountain in his jeans pressed into me, it's heat burning into me, telling me of its need. As my hands moved to Brad's ass cheeks, his hands wedged themselves between us, undoing my slacks and unzipping them. He pushed both my slacks and underwear down at the same time.

    Brad pulled his hips back. The marvelous cheeks of his ass ripped from my hands. I found the button and zipper of his jeans and undid them before shoving them, along with his briefs, off his hips and down his legs. I had to end the kiss in order to do so. He lifted his legs so I could pull the pants off his feet and remove his socks.

    He kissed me again before bending over to take off my own slacks and socks. My hands slid down his back and onto his ass again and I bent myself over, pressing my lips to every part of his body I could reach from there. Brad turned his head to the side, found my hard cock, and sucked it deeply into his mouth.

    I pressed my chest against his back, my lips and tongue teasing the top of his butt cheeks and digging into the crack between them as far is I could reach. My right hand abandoned his ass and slid around to grasp his now-solid shaft. My fingers wrapped tightly around it and I began to stroke it. My other hand found his balls and juggled them gently in their sack as I jerked him off.

    Brad wouldn't release me, even as I tried to pull away. I wanted his cock, too, but he wouldn't let mine go. He drew me deeply inside his mouth and sucked. Almost before I knew what was happening, my hips picked up a rhythm, pushing into his mouth and pulling back out again, matching the beat of my hand on his meat.

    Too long with no sex. My balls began to boil long before I would have wished and my pelvis and hand increased their speed. I could feel his cock begin to pulsate and I knew he was close to cumming. He began to moan on my cock, the vibrations travelling into my balls and stirring them into action. All too soon, my hips pushed forward and stayed there as I pumped my semen into him. My groans of pleasure echoed in the canyon between his ass cheeks.

    Brad began to spew his cream a moment later. Together, we pumped out our juices - mine into Brad and his onto the floor and onto my legs and feet. We kept pumping until our climaxes were finished. Only then did we stand up and fall into each other's arms again.

    We sat on the bed, still holding each other and kissing. We fell back and continued. Since Thursday evening, there had been little more than this that we could do. But now that we could do more, we wanted to be doing this. We hugged and kissed for a long, long time.

    Finally, I couldn't take it anymore. I needed to taste him. My hand found his cock and squeezed it. It was still hard and ready. As much as I hated to give up his mouth, I needed mine for something else and pulled away from the kiss. "Spin around," I told him urgently.

    Brad spun around on the bed, his feet facing away from me, lying cross-wise on the bed. I crawled up on the bed beside him and lay on my side. My hand grabbed his far hip and pulled it toward me. Brad's mouth found my cock easily again and suctioned me inside. My hand found his cock and I moved it into position where my lips could find it.

    I opened my mouth, took a deep breath, and sucked the cock into me until my lips pressed into his groin. Brad was inside me, filling me with his taste and his feel and his smell. We found our rhythm again. In tandem, our mouths worked on the other's cock. Two heads bobbed as one. It took longer this time, but when we came again, we came together. Our own orgasms spawned the other's. As one, we pumped our cream into each other. We sucked and we swallowed. We moaned and we groaned. And we came.

    When it was finished, when there was nothing left to give, we lay there, holding the other in our mouths until we were both completely soft and sated. Only then did we release the other.

    We climbed under the covers. I punched the button to set the alarm, turned out the lamp, and crawled into Brad's arms.

    I couldn't remember a happier Thanksgiving, and I gave plenty of thanks that night before I fell asleep - for my life, for my daughter, but, most of all, for Brad.

    * * * * *

    I phoned Al, my lawyer, the next morning from work, asking him to get me as much information as he could on single-parent adoptions.

    "Are you still living with Mr. Hayes?" he asked.

    "Yes," I said. "Is that a problem?"

    "No," he replied. "At least none that I know of. Look, Ted, I've never handled an adoption before but a colleague of mine does. I'll call him and phone you right back, okay?"

    "Thanks, Al. I'm at work."

    "Right. I'll call you back as soon as I can."

    Within an hour, Al was back on the line. "James says you should go through the Children's Aid Society. That's your best bet. They're not in it for the money. Now, listen. If you go through CAS, they'll do a homestudy on you and tell you everything you'll need to know about adoption. You'll be assigned a worker who will follow through with your case. There's an extensive background check - financial, medical, criminal, things like that."

    "That's not an issue," I said.

    "Good. I knew it wouldn't be. Just so you know about it. The only thing about going through the CAS is that they're more interested in finding suitable parents for children rather than finding children for parents. It may take longer to adopt that way, especially for. . . well, you."

    "I'd rather do it the best way, Al. Not the fastest way."

    "Then CAS is the way to go, Ted. When they find a suitable child for you, they will work with you to get to know the child and allow the child to get to know you. Before the adoption takes place, the child will enter your home and stay with you for six months or so, just to let you work out any problems you might have. If it works for you all, the adoption will take place then."

    "Okay," I said. "Thanks, Al. I think I can handle it myself for now, but I'll probably need you later."

    "Anytime, Ted."

    We hung up and I sat back in my chair. "Well, Dad," I said to myself, "your chances of having a grandson just went way up." I knew I was going to do this. I picked up the phone book.

    * * * * *

    Lindsay was asleep. The house was locked up for the night. Only the light in the kitchen and a single lamp in the livingroom illuminated the house.

    The music Brad played that night suited my mood. Soft, mellow, gentle, relaxing. I lay back on the sofa, listening and thinking. Two thousand and five had begun as a nightmare from hell. It was nearing its end as one of the happiest years of my life.

    The anchor which had been weighing me down for years was out of my life forever and the only thing that was keeping me afloat, my daughter, Lindsay, was now mine to care for alone. I had a growing bank account and I no-longer had to worry about money. I had a new home, and I had a whole new life. And the second-most important person in the world to me was sharing it all with me. I couldn't imagine life without Brad now. I wanted him here, but I needed him here even more.

    And now, I was on my way to adding a little boy to it all. Like I said, 2005 was turning into the happiest year of my life, and there was still two and a half months of it to go.

    Brad made me happier than I've ever been, and it wasn't only for the sex we shared. He filled me up with more joy and love than I could ever have imagined. He gave it all to me, and all he wanted was for me to love him back. That was the easy part. I had no problem loving him.

    I watched him as he played the piano. It still amazed me that he had such a talent. His back was turned to me, but I knew what his face looked like while he played. He lost himself in the music, and he'd go somewhere else in his mind. Sometimes he would bring tears to his own eyes with the music he was making. He didn't look like a pianist. His hands were strong and his back was broad. He had too many muscles to play a piano. But he did, and he did it very well.

    I stood up and walked over to stand behind him as he sat there on the piano bench. My right arm slid over his shoulder and onto his chest. My left hand wrapped around his stomach, and I hugged him close and hard.

    "I love you, Brad," I whispered.

    Brad's head twisted around and tilted back and his lips found mine. He kissed me, and then his fingers became still on the piano keys and the music drifted away into silence. He spun around slowly on the bench and rose into my arms. His own arms came around me. He kissed me and I kissed him. The minutes ticked silently away. I could feel his chest heaving against mine and I could feel his cock swelling against me. Blood flowed into my own cock and pressed it into his hip.

    "I need you inside me, Ted," he said. "I need to feel you inside me."

    Those strong arms and strong hands, which, only minutes before had been making such wonderful music, picked me up and carried me into our bedroom. There was no effort in it for him, and I loved being carried by him.

    He set me on the bed and began removing his clothes as I watched. It was still exciting to see his body becoming exposed to me, and I sat there in silence and watched it happen. My eyes followed every movement of his hands and his fingers.

    In only a few minutes, the most beautiful man in the world stood naked in front of me. His cock was hard and aimed at me, and I looked at it without shame. His balls hung heavy and low beneath it and my left hand came up to balance them in my fingers. Brad gasped. I clutched them ever-so-gently in my fingers and pulled Brad toward me. His cock led the way. I opened my mouth and he slipped inside.

    My other hand wrapped around the shaft, holding it. The heat of it burned into my palm and I could feel it swelling, his cockhead bloating suddenly behind my lips. Brad's hands moved to my shoulders as I sucked him. I made love to his cock with all the ability I could muster. His taste flowed into me and I breathed his scent greedily into my nostrils.

    Brad held out as long as he could, but my lips and tongue were relentless in drawing out of him that which he was so eager to give to me. His orgasm was a single, long, strained groan of rapture as he pumped his life into me.

    The power and amount of his semen no-longer bothered me. I accepted it greedily, hungrily, and I took every single drop of him into myself. I let the flavour invigourate me, strengthen me, give me life. The smell of his sex worked its way into my brain and lingered there.

    Brad stayed hard and pulled himself from the confines of his small prison. His kissed me as his hands moved to my chest to begin removing my clothes. He stripped me slowly, sensuously, until I was as naked as he was. He pushed me gently onto my back and stood back and looked at me. His still-hard cock bounced up and down.

    His eyes found mine. "You are so beautiful," he said softly, then bent over me and kissed me again. His hand found my cock and he squeezed it. "I need this in me, Ted."

    He pulled away from me and retrieved a lubricated condom from the bedside table. He opened it and slipped the latex over me with well-practiced fingers. And then he lay down beside me, lifting his knees and planting his feet flat on the bed.

    I stood up and reached for the tube of lubrication gel.

    "No," Brad said. "I need to feel everything. I need to feel how much you love me." His hands hooked themselves behind his knees and he pulled his legs to his chest, opening himself to me. I moved onto my knees between them and he settled his legs over my shoulders, crossing his ankles and holding me in place.

    His eyes never left mine as I moved myself into position and began the invasion. The cockhead slipped inside him and Brad let out a small, high-pitched, whimpering grunt. His lips were pressed tight and his eyes narrowed, but he never lost my gaze. I waited until his eyes opened, and then his lips parted and he showed me his chipped tooth. He was ready.

    I pushed forward and his muscles drew me inside. A moment later, my balls were resting against the soft, solid cheeks of his ass. I drew out and pushed in once again.

    "Oh, God, yes," Brad breathed, his eyes still locked on mine. "Yes," he repeated.

    I found a rhythm and began stroking him from the inside. After only a few strokes, Brad said, "Harder."

    He uncrossed his ankles as I leaned forward, putting my hands on either side of him and hooking his knees with my arms. I spread my knees to either side of his ass and picked up speed in my thrusting.

    Only a few more strokes followed before Brad said anxiously, "No, Ted. Don't make love to me. I need you to fuck me. I need to feel you." There was a desperate need in his eyes. "Please, Ted. Fuck me."

    Brad's left hand moved to his balls, pulling them out of danger, as I rearranged myself yet again and leaned into him. My hips began to pound into him. His mouth dropped open, breathing out a long, loud, strangled moan. His eyes closed.

    "Yes, Ted," he groaned. "That's it."

    Brad's chest heaved beneath me, his cock bounced against his stomach with each thrust. A small grunt of ecstacy accompanied every bounce.

    I began ramming into him harder and faster, my own selfish desires and pleasures taking over my body. Brad's cock began to swell even larger in a steady rhythm. He was getting close. His left hand held his balls and his right hand grasped at the blanket. Nothing touched his cock.

    My own grunts joined Brad's and I found the strength and energy somewhere deep inside me to add even more speed and power to my thrusts. Brad's cock began to pulsate. The priming was finished and he was ready to explode. And he did.

    Cum flew everywhere. His ass muscles hugged me in a vice grip and squeezed me into my own orgasm. As usually happened, we came together. Brad's cum splattered over him and onto my face as well. He came, and then he came some more. His chest expanded to dangerous levels as he sucked huge amounts of air into his lungs. His ass milked every drop of cream out of me.

    When it was finished, I fell forward onto Brad in total exhaustion. I lay there for a long time, feeling myself moving up and down with each breath which Brad took. He held me and he kissed me. My softened cock finally slipped out of him, but still he held me there.

    I don't know how much time passed before we licked each other clean. Brad took off the condom and tossed it aside before washing me clean with his lips and tongue. We got out of bed then and walked hand-in-hand and naked to the bathroom where we took a quick shower. Soon, we were back in bed, to sleep this time.

    We didn't even bother to turn off the lights in the livingroom and kitchen.

    To Be Continued

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    When are you going to write the chapter where Ted has to go away on business and drops Brad off at Uncle Sheeps for a few days?

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    When are you going to write the chapter where Ted has to go away on business and drops Brad off at Uncle Sheeps for a few days?
    I put him in Ryerson, for goodness sake! How much closer do you want me to get him to you!?

    Wait. . . don't answer that.

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    Quote Originally Posted by gsdx
    I put him in Ryerson, for goodness sake! How much closer do you want me to get him to you!?

    Wait. . . don't answer that.
    I'll answer it anyway. Hows about 1 micrometer? And that will be just after Brad sees the doctor who confirms Brad is addicted to sex.

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    Oh wonderful ,Neil,
    Please keep writing

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    wow,another good chapter!!! i love it!!, when will Ted ask Brad to marry him???

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    Quote Originally Posted by gayemtinpa
    Hey!!!! Hold on there Sheep!!!! Ted has to come to Pennsylvania on business and his boss told him to bring Brad and Lindsey with. My nieces are going to show Lindsey around and I'm.......well.......I get both the men!!!!
    No can do. Brad would miss too many classes. He stays with me. You get Ted.

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    WATCHING BRAD
    Part XXXVII

    Children's Aid moved faster than I had expected. Within two days, an appointment was set up for a home visit and introductory interview. Promptly at seven-fifteen, the doorbell rang.

    "Doorbell!" Lindsay called from the livingroom. Just in case we didn't hear it.

    "Well, this is it," I said as I arose from my chair at the kitchen table.

    "I'll be with Lindsay," Brad said as he grabbed up our coffees and headed for the livingroom.

    I opened the door to a pleasant-looking young woman.

    "Mr. de ‘vil-YAY'?"

    "de ‘VIL-ee-yurs'," I corrected. "Please, come in." I stepped back and let her pass.

    "I'm sorry," she said, smiling through her embarrassment. "Is that French?"

    "South African, actually," I said. "My Grandmother was British."

    "Oh, how fascinating," she said. "Are you a Canadian citizen, yet?"

    "I was born in Dartmouth, Nova Scotia."

    "Sorry again, Mr. de. . . um. . ."

    I smiled politely. "Why don't you just call me Ted?"

    "Thank you, Ted," she said. "I can handle that one, but I'll practice the other one. I'm Nancy Stillman." She held out her hand and I shook it. "Please, call me Nancy." Then she handed me an identification card for me to keep.

    "Please," I said, indicating the way to the livingroom. She followed me in. "Sweetheart," I said when I got there, "could you turn off your cartoons for awhile, please?"

    "Okay, Daddy," she said and pushed a few buttons on the remote, turning off both the DVD player and the television.

    "Nancy," I said, "this is my daughter, Lindsay."

    "Hello," Nancy said, smiling.

    "Hi," Lindsay replied.

    "And this is my. . . ah. . . partner, Brad Hayes."

    Brad stood up and offered his hand. "Pleased to meet you," he said.

    "Very nice to meet you," she said, smiling and shaking his hand. "A nice, easy last name for me to pronounce."

    Brad smiled at her. "Can I get you anything?" he asked. "Coffee? Tea?"

    "Coffee would be wonderful, thank you," she replied. "Just a smidgen of milk, please."

    Brad left to get her coffee and I indicated the chair at the end of the coffee table for Nancy. She sat as I took my place beside Lindsay. She crawled immediately into my lap."

    Nancy set her briefcase on the coffee table and opened it up. "May I ask how long you and Mr. Hayes have been together?" She pulled a notepad and pen from it.

    "Just over three months, actually."

    "Is he the reason for your marriage ending?"

    "No," I answered. "I was already divorced when I met Brad. I was still hetero then, too."

    She smiled. "Late bloomer," she said.

    I had to smile back. "Yes, I guess you could say that."

    Brad returned with Nancy's coffee and set it on the coffee table in front of her, spinning it so the handle faced her.

    "Thank you," she said.

    "You're welcome." He took his seat beside me.

    Nancy picked up her coffee mug and took a noisy, cautious sip. "Ahh," she exclaimed. "Perfect."

    "Well, Lindsay," Nancy said, "it looks like I caught you during one of your visits with your Father."

    "No," Lindsay said, shaking her head. "I live here now."

    Nancy looked questioningly at me. I said to Lindsay, "Sweetheart, why don't you go with Brad and get a bowl of ice cream, okay?"

    "Can I put chocolate syrup on it?"

    "Sure," I said. She crawled into Brad's lap. He picked her up and headed for the kitchen.

    "She's certainly not afraid of him," Nancy said quietly.

    "Far from it," I told her. "She adores him." Then I leaned toward her. She leaned toward me as well. My voice was little more than a hush. "I have sole custody of Lindsay. Her mother is in prison for abusing her. She's relinquished all parental rights to Lindsay."

    Nancy's face was deeply concerned. "Oh, dear," she said. "How bad was the abuse?"

    "She fractured Lindsay's arm just for looking at her make-up kit."

    "Oh, the poor dear," she said. "She looks so happy now."

    "She is," I told her. "I have all the court papers here. Should I get them?"

    Nancy shook her head. "Not right now. Could you explain quickly about you and Mr. Hayes? You said you were straight before?"

    "Yes. He lived next door with his parents. He helped me move in and we became friends. And then we just sort of fell in love with each other."

    "And you had no homosexual urges before that?"

    "None, and neither did Brad."

    "Well," she said smiling. "You never know where you're going to find it, do you?"

    "No, you don't." I smiled back.

    "Thank you," Nancy said. "I'll talk to you in private about the court case. Is it okay to talk about you and Brad with your daughter here?"

    "Yes. We're very open with our relationship with her. She understands it."

    She nodded and sat back in her chair. I settled back into the sofa again. "Okay, Brad!" I called.

    Nancy pulled a paper out of her briefcase. "I'm going to need to see your Social Insurance card, OHIP card, your birth certificate, and. . . your driver's license."

    I pulled them out of my wallet and handed them to her. She glanced at my birth certificate and OHIP cards and handed them back to me, then wrote down my SIN and license numbers before handing them back as well. "Your address and phone number? And a number at work?"

    I told them to her, including my cell number, as Brad and Lindsay returned. She set her sundae on the coffee table, knelt on the carpet, and dug right in. Brad had also added some chopped nuts and red maraschino cherries with a squirt of whipped cream on top.

    Nancy finished writing, added some extra info in a few other spaces, then handed the paper to me. "If you could fill this out and fax it to me at the number at the top as soon as possible?"

    "You'll have it tomorrow morning," I assured her.

    We continued for awhile, filling out the proper waivers and information release forms and references before getting into the more casual info-gathering chat.

    "Whose idea was it to adopt?" Nancy asked.

    "Mine," Lindsay said, a dollop of ice cream dripping down her chin. I handed her a tissue. "I wanted a baby brother and Daddy said he would try to get one for me."

    Nancy looked at me. "Surely that's not your only reason."

    "No," I said, shaking my head. "I hadn't really thought about it until Lindsay mentioned it. Her uncles are thinking of adopting and that's where she got the idea. That started me thinking and I liked the idea, so I decided I'd like to check into it."

    She turned to Brad. "How do you feel about it?"

    "Ted and I have talked about it a lot," he said. "It was a mutual decision."

    "It was a three-way decision, actually," I said. "Lindsay had as much input into the decision as we did. It was a family decision which we all had to make."

    "And if one of you didn't agree?"

    "Then you wouldn't be sitting here now," I told her.

    Nancy nodded. "Good answer," she said. To Lindsay, she asked, "So, you want a little brother?"

    "Yup."

    "Lindsay?" I said, reminding her of her manners.

    "Yes," Lindsay said, correcting herself.

    "What about a little sister?" Nancy asked.

    Lindsay's nose crinkled. "No," she said. "I want a brother. A sister would want to play with all my toys and wear all my clothes."

    Nancy chuckled.

    "What are our chances, Nancy?" I asked. "As a single father and gay couple, I mean."

    "Well, there are plenty of children who need permanent homes with loving parents. We would need to find a child for whom you would be well-suited. Of course, it's more difficult finding children for a gay couple." She became pensive for a long moment, then asked, "May I speak with you privately, please?"

    "Of course," I said as I stood up. "Brad, keep Lindsay here."

    Brad nodded.

    I took Nancy into the kitchen. Her voice was low and hushed. "As you know, it's the policy of CAS to find parents suitable to the children. Not the other way around."

    I nodded.

    "It's not possible to find gay children for gay couples unless they're in their teens."

    My hands came up defensively. "Whoa," I said. "I'm not sure I'm ready for a teen-aged boy."

    "No, no," she said quickly. "I'm sorry, I'm not doing this very well. What I'm trying to say is that we have to find suitable parents for the children, to give them some sort of familiarity with the new family. Something that they know and are comfortable with."

    "I think I understand."

    "Good," she said. "How would you feel about adopting more than one child?"

    My eyes popped open in surprise. "How many more?" I asked hesitantly.

    "Just one more." There was an odd look of wariness in her eyes, combined with a look of hope.

    My eyes turned to the side for a few seconds, then back to Nancy's. "We'd have to talk about it and I'd have to do a lot of thinking."

    Her hand rested gently on my arm. "Please, Ted, do that."

    "You have some children in mind," I stated. "Boys or girls?"

    "I can't say anything more," she said. "Please, just think about it and get back to me as soon as you can."

    "Okay, I will."

    We returned to the livingroom. Brad refreshed our coffees and Nancy stayed and chatted with us until she finished her coffee.

    "It was wonderful meeting all of you," she said with a pleasant smile. "I hope to see you again soon."

    With farewells completed, I showed her to the door. "Thank you," I said.

    "You won't forget, will you?" she asked quietly.

    "No," I assured her. "You'll have an answer soon."

    I closed the door after Nancy left and returned to the livingroom. Brad was standing, waiting for me. I went right into his arms. "I think it's going to happen, Brad," I said.

    He hugged me.

    "Am I going to get a baby brother, Daddy?" Lindsay was sitting on the sofa now, her sundae finished long ago.

    "I don't know, Sweetheart," I said honestly and separated myself from Brad, "but you might."

    I sat down and she climbed into my lap. "I hope so," she said.

    "So do I, Sweetheart."

    Later, when Lindsay was in bed and asleep, Brad and I lay together in our bed, staring up at the ceiling. "I wanted to bounce this off you first before we talk to Lindsay about it."

    "What?" Brad asked.

    "When Nancy took me into the kitchen, she asked how I would feel about adopting two kids."

    "Wow," Brad said. "Two. Boys or girls or one of each?"

    "I don't know. She couldn't tell me anything," I said. "She wanted me to think about it first."

    "We'd need at least one more bathroom. Where would we put them?"

    "If it's two boys, in the study off the livingroom," I said. "It's supposed to be a bedroom anyway. The only thing we use in there is the computer. We could take out the closets and the closet in the foyer and extend into the study a bit to make a new bathroom. It wouldn't need to be very big. Just big enough for a toilet, sink, and small tub and shower combo. There would still be room in the study for two beds. I've been thinking of extending this bedroom room into the back yard to add an en suite, too. We can even cut into here a bit. This room is way too big for us anyway. It's mostly empty. That would give the kids their own bathrooms."

    "Whoa, Ted," Brad said. "You're talking major renovations here."

    "I know," I said. "I can handle it."

    Brad turned his head to me. "You've already decided, haven't you?"

    I looked at him. "Yes," I told him. "I just need you and Lindsay to agree."

    "Are you sure you can do it? At least until I get out of school and start working?"

    "I can do it, Brad."

    He smiled his chipped-tooth smile. "Then I'm in."

    Brad got plenty of hugs and kisses that night before we fell asleep.

    Nancy Stillman had her answer the next morning when I faxed her the completed form she'd asked me to fill out. Two brothers for Lindsay would not be out of the question.

    * * * * *

    My birthday fell on a Wednesday that October. Since Thanksgiving, Lindsay had been sneaking around and whispering and calling people on the phone and helping Brad carry plastic bags full of stuff downstairs into the laundry room and doing her best to pretend that absolutely nothing was going on. I, of course, pretended nothing was going on, too.

    The Sunday night before my birthday, as we lay in bed and Brad cuddled me in his arms, he whispered, "You have to be late getting home on Wednesday. Lindsay's going frantic because one of your guests can't be here before six."

    "How late should I be?"

    "Six-thirty should be good."

    "Okay, I'll handle it in the morning."

    "You should see her, Ted," he said. His smile was bright, even in the dim light from the digital clock beside our bed. "She's so excited."

    "I am, too," I said, "but I'm a bit worried. How humiliated will I be?"

    "It's nowhere near the Thwack-Thwack thing," he assured me with a stifled giggle. "It's going to be cute."

    "You're not just saying that, are you?"

    "No, Ted," he promised. "It's really cute. You'll like it."

    "If I don't, my ass is off limits for a month."

    "Better grease up then, Baby, ‘cuz Wednesday night, you're going to enjoy the present I give you when we get to bed."

    I grinned at him and winked. "You've given me that gift before."

    "I'll tie a blue ribbon around it."

    * * * * *

    The next morning, at breakfast, I told Lindsay I was going to be late getting home from work on Wednesday. "I have to put new snow tires on the car before winter," I told her.

    Her pretty little face lit up and a huge smile split her lips. "Really, Daddy? That's too bad."

    I wouldn't be putting new tires on the car, of course. The all-season radials were only a few months old, but Lindsay wouldn't know the difference. She rarely looks at car tires.

    That afternoon, my telephone rang at work. "Good afternoon," I said. "Ted de Villiers speaking."

    "Hello, Ted?" the voice said. "This is Nancy Stillman."

    "Hi, Nancy."

    "Would it be possible for you and Brad to come to CAS. . . say. . . Wednesday afternoon?" I listened carefully to her voice. I couldn't hear anything in it except an official tone.

    "I can be there," I told her. "Brad has classes at Ryerson, but I'll see if he can get away. Would you like Lindsay there, too?"

    "No," she replied. "But I need Mr. Hayes here. Could you be here at two?"

    "We'll be there."

    "Good," she said. "I'll make the appointment for you. See you Wednesday."

    My heart began to race. This was much too fast. Why did she need Brad there? Why not Lindsay? This was a family thing. I didn't sleep well for the next two nights.

    Brad took his classes on Wednesday morning and came directly to my office from the GO station. By two o'clock. We were walking through the front door of CAS. I announced my appointment with Nancy and the receptionist directed us to have a seat as she called Nancy on the telephone.

    A few minutes later, Nancy came into the reception room. We stood up to greet her. "Nice to see you again," she said as she shook our hands. "Please, follow me." She took us to her office and indicated chairs for us. We sat.

    Nancy sorted through some folders on her desk and pulled one of them out and opened it. "Mr. Hayes," she said to Brad, "would you be willing to let us look into your personal information? Like your medical reports, criminal records, and such?"

    "Of course," he said. "May I ask why? I won't be adopting anyone."

    "Well, CAS would like to consider you a couple and your information would certainly help."

    "Sure, okay," Brad said. "What do I have to do?"

    By two-forty, Nancy had all the information she needed and Brad had signed all the necessary papers. Nancy looked at her watch. "There's someone I'd like you both to see," she said. "Would you come with me?"

    She took us down a hall, through a door, and down another short hall. She stopped in front of a door with an electronic lock, slid a magnetic card attached to her wrist through the slot, and opened the door. We entered and she followed us in.

    The room was dark. A pair of large windows faced into a room filled with toys and desks and such. A young woman sat in a chair, watching two little tousle-haired boys playing quietly together on the floor. One of them looked right up at the window, and he looked right at me.

    I waved instinctively. "He can't see you," Nancy said. "It's a one-way mirror."

    But I knew better. The boy was looking right at me. My hand found Brad's hand and I squeezed it. The boy went back to playing with his car. They were both blond, and both wore identical jeans and sneakers. Even their socks were the same colour. The only difference in them was their shirts. They were both white, but one had light-blue stripes and the other had red stripes. The boys were twins, and they were identical.

    "The boy in blue is named Justin," Nancy said. He was the boy who had looked at me. "The boy in red is Jeremy. They're four years old."

    I was speechless. I don't think I could have talked, even if I had anything to say.

    "Their father was killed about a year and a half ago. He was a single father like yourself, Ted, and he was gay as well. The boys have been in a number of foster homes since then. You may have read about the case, or heard it on the news. The father's lover murdered him and abandoned the boys. He left them alone for almost two days with their father lying dead on the floor before the police found them."

    "I remember that," Brad said. I felt him shudder. I did, too, but I still couldn't say anything.

    "The twins are inseparable and they're very wary of people," Nancy added. "They don't interact well with adults. Especially females. That's one of the reasons it's been so difficult to find a home for them. It's difficult to find someone willing to adopt both of them. That's why I asked you if you would consider adopting two children."

    "What. . ." My voice cracked. I cleared my throat and I tried again. "What's the other reason?"

    Nancy hesitated a moment before responding. "Neither of them has spoken a single word since we found them."

    I watched Justin as he played with the car. It was one of those transformer cars that turns into a robot. I watched as he opened it and closed it all back up again. He opened it once more before setting it aside and picking up another toy.

    "Can I meet them?" I asked.

    "If you wish," Nancy said. "I can have them brought to my office."

    "Can I meet them in there? Alone?"

    "I suppose so," she said. "It's just the viewing room, but I suppose you could. Debbie will have to stay in there with you, though."

    "Okay," I said. "That's fine."

    "I'll go with you," Brad said.

    "No," I told him. My eyes never left the window. "Wait here."

    Nancy picked up a phone on the wall and pushed a button. A buzz came over the speaker. The woman in the room stood and picked up the phone behind her. "It's Nancy. Ted de Villiers is coming in to meet them."

    Debbie turned to the mirror and nodded, then hung up the phone, as did Nancy.

    "First door to the left," Nancy said. "Just knock and Debbie will let you in."

    I squeezed Brad's hand again, then released it and walked out the door. I moved down the hall to the next door and knocked. It opened almost immediately. I held a finger to my lips in a ‘shushing' motion. Debbie nodded and stepped aside.

    The boys looked up at me as I entered. They stopped playing. Debbie closed the door and sat down again. I knelt on the floor in front of the toys. I picked up a car and examined it, set it down and looked at another toy. Setting it aside as well, I picked up the transformer car. I'd watched Justin do it. I began working at putting it back into its car shape.

    I started twisting the arms and folding them into themselves I knew they made the front wheels and sides of the car, but I couldn't get them in place. I tinkered and turned and twisted. And then two little hands came toward me, grasped the arm, turned it, and tucked it easily into place.

    I looked up at the boy with the blue shirt. "Thank you, Justin," I said gently, and I smiled at him.

    I put the other arm into position as I had been shown. I did the same with the legs, trying to make them into the back wheels of the car. Again, Justin's hands came out and showed me how. "Thank you," I said again. A tiny smile curled Justin's lips.

    I turned my attention to the head now. I knew where it went, but I knelt there, pushing with my fingers and turning the car over and over in my hand. "Jeremy," I said as I looked up. "What do I do with the head?"

    Jeremy reached out and tucked the head neatly and easily into place. The car was complete. "Thank you, Jeremy."

    Jeremy looked at Justin and then back at me. I smiled and his lips curled up in the same way Justin's had done. Their faces were identical except for a tiny scar above Justin's upper lip. I took careful note of that scar. "My name is Ted. Thank you for letting me play with your car."

    I stood up and left the room, heading back to rejoin Brad and Nancy. I went immediately to Brad and hugged him tightly and kissed his cheek. Nancy was getting the full treatment and I didn't care. This was us, and I wouldn't put up false fronts for her benefit. I had just had one of the best moments in my life and I wanted to share it with him. Brad held me just as tightly, and I started to cry.

    To Be Continued

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    ok sheep......I'll take ted...........but how about this......I'll move to canada and you, me, ted, brad and NEIL live together???
    Neil, what a beautiful chapter. You owe me another box of kleenex.

    gayemtinpa, I think it's gonna be a bit crowded at the De Villiers-Hayes household. Don't quit your day job in PA yet.

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    Read the last 3 chapters WOW!!!
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    WATCHING BRAD
    Part XXXVIII

    "Are you okay, Ted?" Brad asked finally.

    I stepped back and wiped at my eyes and cheeks. "I'm okay," I said. "They smiled at me, Brad. Did you see? They smiled at me."

    "I saw it," Brad said softly as he smoothed my hair with a tender stroke of his hand.

    "I've only seen something like this once before," Nancy said, "and then it was only Justin. How did you know to do that with the toy?"

    I shrugged. "I don't know," I said. "Experience. Maybe blind luck. I thought if I pretended I couldn't do it, they would show me how."

    "Too bad that doesn't for Nintendo," Brad joked. "You still can't make Mario fly."

    "Please be serious, Brad," I told him.

    He sobered up quickly. "Sorry."

    I turned to Nancy. "There has to be more to it," I said. "These kids are adorable. Why haven't they been adopted yet?"

    "There's nothing more, Mr. de Villiers," she said. She'd been practicing my name. "We've tried to integrate them into heterosexual families, but they can't seem to adapt. They tolerate females, but only because they must. Their strongest interactions are with males. It's always the man they turn to. The first few foster homes we put them in were disasters until we caught on. We made the horrible mistake of putting them in separate homes. The only reason they're still with the family we've placed them in now is because the father works from home and looks after them all day. But it's getting very difficult for him and it's beginning to interfere with his work. He wants us to find a new home for them as quickly as possible and we're running out of options."

    I turned back to the window. The twins were still playing quietly as they sat there cross-legged. I stepped closer to the window and looked at them. Brad stepped up beside me and took my hand again.

    We stood there, looking in silence. And then Justin looked up at me again. He stared right at me, and I met his gaze. His lips curled up into that tiny smile again. I knew he could see me, even though I knew he shouldn't be able to.

    I squeezed Brad's hand. "They need me, Brad," I said.

    "He knows you're here," Nancy said in amazement. Debbie was scanning the mirrors, obviously wondering what Justin was looking at. "It's impossible, but he knows." She went to the phone again. Debbie got up to answer it. "Debbie, go over by Justin and see if you can see us. Don't hang up."

    Debbie set the receiver over the phone box, stepped behind Justin, squatted down, and followed his gaze. I waved at her when she was looking at me. She didn't wave. She was shaking her head ‘no'. But Justin did. He raised his hand slightly and wiggled his fingers up and down. Jeremy looked up at me then and did the same.

    "Gee-sus, Murphy, Ted," Brad whispered beside me.

    "They need me," I said, more to myself than to anyone else.

    * * * * *

    "What are you going to do until six-thirty?" Brad asked.

    "I don't know," I said as I drove along. "Go somewhere and think."

    "Do you want me to come along?"

    "Lindsay's waiting for you, isn't she?"

    "Not until five," Brad said as he glanced at his watch. "I still have some time."

    I flipped the turn indicator down and made a quick left-hand turn. A few minutes later, we were parking at a near-by Tim Horton's. Brad followed me inside. I ordered our coffees and two apple fritters. I didn't feel like Bavarian cream today. We found a table near the window.

    "Justin could see me, Brad," I told him. I took a bite out of one of the fritters.

    "I know. So could the other one." When I remained silent, Brad added, "Kinda spooky, eh?"

    "What am I going to do? This is going too fast."

    Brad put his hand on mine and I looked up into his beautiful green eyes. "You'll do what you always do, Ted," he said. "You'll do what's best for everyone."

    I chuckled then. "Wonder what Lindsay will say about having two brothers for the price of one?"

    "Guess you'll find out when you tell her."

    We chatted about the boys and the renovations and I drew a rudimentary floor plan on a napkin whilst munching our fritters and waiting for the time I could take Brad home.

    I was driving him home when he suggested, "What if we did the renovations ourselves? Dad could help. He'd done home construction before."

    "Can he install a bathroom?"

    "No, but he can help with most of the work. You'd have to hire a plumber to install and hook up everything, and an electrician to wire it all, but Dad knows all about framing and drywalling and even tiling. He did our basement. I can paint it after it's done. You could save a fortune."

    I looked at Brad. He looked at me and saw the smirk on my face.

    "What?" he asked as I looked back at the road.

    "My Dad's a plumber."

    "You've got to be kidding me?"

    I shook my head. "Nope. He runs the office now, but he's still licensed."

    "You're going to do it, aren't you? Even if you don't get the kids?"

    I nodded my head. "Yup."

    "And you wonder why I love you."

    * * * * *

    I dropped Brad a block away from home. He walked the rest of the way. With an hour and a half to kill before I could go home, I headed for a local bathroom furnishings store to check prices and such. I told the salesman what I needed and the approximate size of bathroom I had to work with. He helped me pick out a bathroom set to fit it. I was going to paint the walls, but he recommended, with the two boys, it would be wise to tile at least one-third the way up the wall and all the way to the ceiling around the bathtub and shower. A tiled floor would be best as well.

    By the time I went home for the party, I'd bought the tub and shower fittings, toilet, pedestal sink, and floor and wall tiles, plus everything else I would need to kit out the bathroom properly. It would all be delivered Saturday morning. I'd get the rest when I knew what to get.

    My heart was racing as I pulled into the driveway. Mostly from the excitement of my party, but some for the twins as well. I closed and locked my car door, then walked as casually as I could to the front door. I opened it, stepped inside, and closed the door behind me.

    "Lindsay! Brad!" I shouted. "I'm home! What's for dinner?"

    I walked into the living room.

    "Surprise!!"

    My birthday party was a ten-year-old girl's dream come true. The livingroom was full of balloons. Dozens upon dozens of them. Hanging from the ceiling, dangling from the furniture, stuck to the windows, framing the fireplace, floating around the floor. There were blue balloons and red ones, green, yellow, and purple. And all of them had ‘Happy Birthday Daddy' printed on them in large, inflated, black letters. Crepe paper streamers hung everywhere. Pink and blue. Cardboard cut-outs of birthday clowns hung on the walls and balanced on the tables. A large, shiny banner with the words ‘Happy Birthday' in multi-coloured letters hung over the patio doors. Gifts were piled on the coffee table and the kitchen table sat in front of the fireplace. More balloons and streamers ringed the edges and legs. Refreshments and paper cups topped it.

    All my friends were there. John and Bernice, of course, and Cali and Mags and Tyler. Warren and Bill had driven in from Toronto. Terry was there, and so was Al, my lawyer. A few of Lindsay's friends from the neighbourhood were there, too, along with their parents. I only knew one of them. JW was there, of course, along with a few of my workmates that Lindsay knew. And, of course, there was Brad.

    Everyone wore sparkly birthday hats and all of them had what Mom and Dad call ‘blow ticklers'. I don't even know what we call them here. They're the paper things that are all curled up and inflate and roll out and whistle when you blow into them. They had noise makers, too.

    I could only stand there, staringing at everything. I was, indeed, surprised. Lindsay ran up to me and I grabbed her into my arms and squished her with the biggest love hug I could give her. "Thank you, Sweetheart," I said as I showered her with kisses. "I love you so much."

    Brad joined us, placing a golden crown on my head and wrapping both Lindsay and myself in his strong arms. He kissed me politely on the cheek. "Happy birthday, Ted," he said.

    I fought back the tears, but I didn't put up much of a fight. They won.

    There were no clowns making balloon animals, or clowns doing magic tricks. The only clowns were stuck to the walls. I didn't mind one little bit. It was still the best birthday party I'd ever had. We played a few games, including Pin the Tail on the Donkey and Musical Chairs, all arranged and conducted by my daughter. I felt like a little boy again. Lindsay even helped me open the gifts, just to hurry me up so she could get to the fun parts again.

    As soon as all the gifts were opened and congratulations and best wishes were passed around, Lindsay announced that food was available in the kitchen. There were, of course, plenty of jam and peanut butter sandwiches, but someone - probably Bernice - had somehow talked Lindsay into making some deli meat and some egg salad sandwiches as well. There were trays full of home-baked cookies and various tarts and squares. And there was lots and lots of Kool-Aid in various fruity flavours. There was plenty for everyone, and everyone ate plenty.

    Lindsay sat me down on the sofa and told me to stay there. She and Bernice disappeared into the kitchen. I could hear her excited giggles through the doorway. Soon, she stuck her head around the corner and whispered loudly, "Okay, Brad!"

    Brad went to the piano, sat down, and punched a few chords, introducing a very familiar song. Everyone began singing ‘Happy Birthday' as Brad played and Bernice carried in my birthday cake, setting it on the coffee table in front of me. Lindsay followed, carrying a stack of small paper plates and a bag full of plastic forks. She was singing louder than everyone.

    I'm sorry, but I had to laugh. My cake was the pinkest, prettiest car I had ever seen in my life! Bernice had made it, I'm sure, but Lindsay had decorated it. The frosting was bright passion pink and all the trim and windows and wheels and things were pale blue. There were red and blue and yellow candy flowers with green leaves stuck everywhere. Seventeen birthday candles were stuck into the hood and sixteen more were stuck into the trunk. Thirty-three in all. Elvis had his Pink Cadillac. I had my Pink Whatzit. I wouldn't trade them for the world.

    Lindsay's friends left soon after the cake was served, but the others remained. Even JW.

    "You have an amazing family, Ted," he said to me. "Your daughter is delightful. I came just to be polite, but I have to tell you, I haven't had this much fun since my kids were kids."

    "I'm a pretty lucky guy."

    "I don't know how you do it," JW added. "It can't be easy taking care of this family on your own, and now I hear rumours that you're adopting?"

    "I'm hoping to," I said with a smile.

    "Well," he said as he put his arm over my shoulder and pulled me to his side, "there's one more gift for me to give you." He pulled an envelope from the inside pocket of his suit jacket and handed it to me. "Go ahead," he said. "Open it."

    I did. A cheque for five thousand dollars was inside.

    "The board approved the extra bonus. You were supposed to get it at Christmas, but I got the invitation for your party and decided to give it to you now."

    I looked at JW. My eyes filled with tears. "Do you know you just bought a new bathroom for my family?" I said.

    JW grinned at me. "If you're going to get this emotional over a toilet, maybe I shouldn't tell you about the raise you're getting when you become Programming Manager in November."

    I was stunned yet again.

    "You're a good man, Ted," JW said seriously. "Even with the time you take off, you do more work than anyone else. You deserve it. I can't think of anyone more deserving of the job. Will you accept?"

    "Yes," I said, but my voice was all cracked and broken.

    He smiled then. "Now you can take off the time you need without bugging me all the time."

    "Thank you, JW," I said.

    "My pleasure," he said, then left me to mingle with the crowd again.

    I found Brad quickly and pulled him into my arms.

    * * * * *

    Brad and his father were in the study. Warren and Bill were talking to me.

    "Twins!" Warren said as he put his hand on my arm. "Mon dieu! How will you manage, Teddy?"

    "I have to, Warren," I told him. "If you saw them, you'd know why."

    "But twins, Teddy!" he repeated. "Two boys!"

    "Warren, they waved at me and they smiled," I said.

    "You don't adopt twins just because they smile and wave at you!"

    Bill put his hand gently on Warren's arm. "Warren," he said quietly. Then, to me, he said, "There's more to it than a smile and a wave, isn't there? A lot more."

    I quickly filled them in on the twins' background.

    "Maybe they see something of their father in you," Bill offered. "It definitely sounds like a connection to me."

    "Twins," Warren repeated quietly. "I'd be terrified."

    "It's not so scary when you already know how to be a father," I told him.

    "How does Brad feel about it?" Bill asked. "And Lindsay?"

    "Lindsay doesn't know about the twins yet, so keep it hushed around her. Brad's all for it. He's good with kids."

    "It's going to cost you a fortune, Teddy," Warren said, still concerned.

    "I can handle it," I said. "Especially with the new promotion."

    Warren looked deeply into my eyes then. "You look so happy, Teddy," he said. He hugged me, pulling me close to him. "I'm so glad I lived to see this. I've waited too long to see it."

    "We're all glad you lived to see this, Warren."

    The party began to break up around nine o'clock. Cali and Mags took Tyler home to bed. JW headed home, followed by my workmates. Warren and Bill helped Bernice and Terry clean up as I got Lindsay into her bath and into bed.

    Terry left soon afterward with the promise that she and Lindsay would clean up the decorations in the morning. Warren and Bill left as well, but not before they gave Lindsay a goodnight kiss and tucked her in. It had been a long time since they'd been able to do that and they weren't about to miss that opportunity.

    Bernice made coffee while Brad and John moved the table and chairs back into the kitchen. Soon, the four of us were sitting around the table, sipping coffee and munching cookies and squares and jam and peanut butter sandwiches.

    "The reno shouldn't be a problem, Ted," John said. "Only the inside wall of the stairwell is supporting as far as I can see."

    "Does that mean I could open the wall in the living room?" I asked. "I've always thought that it would look better with an open staircase and railing."

    "I believe you could," he said. "It would certainly open it up and make it brighter, especially on the stairs. It wouldn't interfere with the bathroom. Do you want the door off the entryway or off the bedroom?"

    "It's a family bathroom. It should come off the entryway," I said. "Is there any way to move the bedroom door from back there near the patio doors to beside the basement door?"

    "Not a good idea," John said. "Get a sleepy kid going to the toilet at three in the morning and coming out and opening the wrong door?"

    "I hadn't thought of that."

    "What if we did it the other way around?" Brad said. "Move the bathroom to the back of the house off the livingroom and turn the bedroom lengthwise so it enters off the entryway? We could put a door between the bathroom and the bedroom even. Could we do that, Dad?"

    "You can do it any way you want," he said. "Do you have that napkin with the drawing you did?"

    I had given it to Brad. He pulled it out of his pants pocket and flattened it on the table.

    "Get me a pencil, Bradley."

    Brad did. John did some scratching out of walls and drawing in new ones. "That works," he said as he turned the napkin around for me to see properly. "There's enough room now for a walk-in closet in the corner behind the bathroom. You can put another window in the side of the house later on if you want. This set-up would leave only one in the bedroom and two in the bathroom."

    "What about the plumbing?" Brad asked.

    "You can put a bathroom almost anywhere," I told him. "A plumber will work from it."

    Brad nodded.

    "How long would it take?" I asked John.

    "Depends on if you do it on the up-and-up or hide it from the city."

    "It's got to be legal," I told him.

    "You can't do a thing, then, for a few weeks," John explained. "You need architectural plans and city permits for everything."

    "Tell me what I need and where to get it," I said. "I'll get on it tomorrow."

    "Paper, Son," John said.

    "Can we do this ourselves or do I need a contractor?"

    "Unless we need support changes, we can do it. Bradley knows how to swing a hammer," John said as Brad handed him a sheet of paper and sat down again. "Do you?"

    I snickered. "I've built a few bird houses in my time."

    "Good enough," John said. "We can do it. It will be a lot of work, though."

    "Whatever I need to do."

    "You know I'm in," Brad agreed.

    Bernice had been quiet until this moment. "You're doing all this and you don't even know if you're going to get the boys?"

    John answered for me as he continued writing. "He's showing CAS that he's getting ready for them. Anyone willing to renovate their home to accommodate them is serious about adopting them." He handed me the paper. "Blue printers are a dime a dozen, Ted," he said. "They can get the house plans from the city. Just show the architect all the changes you want to make and the measurements and bathroom layout and he'll do it all up legal for you and tell you if it can be done. Then you take the new plans to the city and apply for the permits. If any changes are needed, they'll do them for you before your permits are issued. You'll have to arrange the inspectors yourself. Demo first, then framing, wiring, heating, and plumbing. Once the inspectors clear it, you can start drywalling and putting the bathroom together. The plumber will have to come back to do that. After that, it's just a matter of decorating."

    "Thanks, John," I said.

    "I still keep up with all the codes," John said. "Sort of a hobby. And I watch Mike Holmes every week. It will be a lot of work, but we can do it."

    "I have a suggestion," Bernice said. We all looked at her. "I notice you've drawn two beds in the bedroom. If you get the twins, I think you should consider a single, larger bed. Chances are, they're going to sleep together anyway. And, knowing what I you've told us about them, I'm thinking you wouldn't get them into two separate beds no matter how hard you tried."

    "I wasn't sure CAS would approve," I told her.

    "If they know twins as well as I do, they know those boys are going to be glued together," she said confidently. "Where one is, the other one's going to be there, too."

    I looked down at my coffee mug. It had to happen. I was going to make it happen. Those boys would become my sons and my Dad's dreams would come true - twice over.

    * * * * *

    It had been one helluva birthday, and one I don't think I will ever forget.

    Brad gave me his special birthday gift that night after everyone was gone and we had gone to bed. I still don't know where he found the blue ribbon to tie around it, but I had the best time unwrapping it.

    To Be Continued

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    I keep thinking I should be able to come up with a different word than the one I've been using so often! Stupendous? Fantastic? Incredible? Amazing? Fabulous? Nah! ... I'm sticking with ...

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    woot! When do I get to open my blue ribbon present?

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    In and earlier chapter, I mentioned that Brad's birthday is 2 months after Ted's, which would put it in December. You'll have to wait to find out which day.

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    As Ky says "awesome".
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    WATCHING BRAD
    Part XXXIX

    By Friday afternoon, I had an architect working on my plans. He'd get the original plans from the city (for an additional fee which I was more than happy to pay) and make the changes. Saturday, I took Brad and Lindsay out for lunch and then we went car shopping. I knew my car wouldn't be big enough for myself, Brad, Lindsay, and two boys in car seats.

    I found three that I liked. All seven-seaters, and we test-drove them all. Since I was going to be the one driving it, though, the choice was more or less my decision. The one I liked most was a nice silver colour with a grey interior and black trim. . . and six thousand dollars cheaper. The two captain's chairs behind the front seats and the bench seat in back all folded down neatly to make plenty of cargo space. The seat cushions were upholstered and the van had air conditioning, a CD and DVD player, and a drop-down DVD screen behind the front seats.

    By the time we went home for supper, the paperwork was filled out. Pending credit approval, the silver minivan was mine. There was no doubt about my credit. The van was mine.

    As we ate supper, deliciously cooked by chef Brad, he asked me, "What if all this turns south?"

    "Then I just drive back north and start all over again." I looked into his green eyes. "It won't turn south, Brad," I said. "It's going to happen. I can feel it."

    "Daddy?"

    "Yes, Sweetheart?"

    "If you adopt them, will they call you ‘Daddy', too?"

    Okay, I thought. This is something I hadn't considered. "I don't know, Sweetheart, but I'll be their father. I suppose they will."

    "What about Brad? Will they call him Daddy, too?"

    "That will be up to them," I said.

    "Will you love them more than you love me?"

    Okay, this one I had been expecting. "Never, Sweetheart," I assured her. "I'll always love you just a little bit more than anyone else."

    "Just like Brad?"

    I nodded. "Just like Brad."

    She dropped out of her chair and climbed up into my lap so she could give me a huge, warm hug. "I love you, Daddy."

    "I love you, too, Sweetheart," I told her. "More than anyone else in the world."

    "Even Brad?"

    I smiled at her and nodded. "Even Brad."

    She smiled at me and stuck her tongue out at Brad. Of course, Brad stuck his out at Lindsay.

    * * * * *

    The weather was rather chilly at nights by that time of the year, but it was pretty warm in the hot tub that night. I sat there beside Brad, watching him masturbate, my fingers and thumbs playing with his nipples as he did.

    His hand appeared and disappeared as he stroked to the flared rim of his cockhead and back down the shaft to the base. His left hand was underwater. Brad was moaning softly, his head tilted back slightly and his eyes closed, his mind totally on the feelings he was creating for himself.

    My hand left his chest and moved down into the water. I nudged his fingers away from his balls and replaced them with my own. Brad stiffened and moaned even louder. "So good, Ted," he groaned. "That feels so good."

    My lips found his chest and my teeth nipped gently at his nipple. Brad's chest heaved out against it. I kept my lips there, sucking at the tiny, solid nub and tickling it with the tip of my tongue. I kept it there as Brad's stroking increased in speed - his chest expanded and contracted with increased urgency.

    My fingers played with his balls, bouncing them, tickling them, and scratching them lightly. Brad's body jerked and twitched, his moans interrupted by short grunts and gasping breaths. His hand splashed in the water as he stroked. He was cumming.

    Brad came all over himself and myself as well. I felt his cum splashing against me and I could see it splattering against his chest. When he finished, I cleaned him up as he came down from his orgasmic high. Brad cleaned me up afterward.

    * * * * *

    Sunday afternoon, we drove into Whitby to do some shopping at Toys "R" Us. Brad had one cart and I told him to think like a four-year-old boy. Lindsay had another cart and I went with her as she picked out toys and games and things. I picked up three of the new Gameboy hand-held systems and set Lindsay loose picking out games for it. She got as far as the first one she picked out. Something about Disney's princesses. As she studied the package, I grabbed up an assortment and tossed them into the cart.

    Together, we picked out books, building toys, a pile of arty and crafty things, an easel, and a small drawing table with chairs the we would have to assemble. And that's just the stuff I can remember. I also found a small, foam sofa big enough for three kids which would pull out into a mattress. A colourful futon for kids. I would have to make another trip for that one. Oh. And a big, plastic toy box.

    We found Brad, who was still picking out things. His cart was almost full as well.

    "I think that's enough," I said with a grin.

    Brad's chipped-tooth smile was broad and brilliant. His green eyes sparkled. "Even if we don't get the kids," he said, "I'm going to have a ball with this stuff!"

    It was a tight squeeze, but we got everything into the car in two trips. By the time we went to bed that night, half the downstairs den had been turned into a play room.

    * * * * *

    Monday morning, the last day of October, I called the dealership and learned that the minivan was mine. I got the tags at noon and, by mid-afternoon, had my proof of insurance faxed to me. After dinner and Lindsay's Hallowe'en Trick or Treating foray, the three of us headed out to pick it up. Of course, Lindsay wanted to ride with me in the new van. Brad had to drive the old clunker home. (Not that it was old or clunky, mind you. It just wasn't new and silver.)

    As Lindsay played Nintendo, Brad and I began emptying the study. The computer was moved into our bedroom and all the books were packed into boxes. Over the next few evenings, the book shelves and all the furniture were moved into the basement den. The closets were emptied and the stuff moved to the storage room beside my downstairs office. New pad locks were put on the doors where kids should not be going.

    It was happening.

    The best news, though, came Tuesday afternoon when I received an invitation to the foster home to meet the boys again in their foster home on Thursday evening. I was to come alone.

    Nancy and I arrived at the scheduled time on Thursday and our doorbell announcement was answered by a young woman. She invited us politely inside, but my gaze was drawn immediately to the boys standing behind her. They were wearing the same blue and red shirts they had worn the day I had met them the first time. A young man stood behind them.

    "Excuse me," I said to the young woman, even before introductions were made. I stepped forward to the twins and knelt down on one knee. A sincere smile was on my lips. To the boy in the red shirt, I said, "Hello, Justin." His eyes opened wide in surprise. To the other, I said, "Hi, Jeremy." He was as surprised as his brother. My smile turned into a grin. "You thought you could fool me by changing shirts, didn't you?"

    Justin's finger moved to his mouth, pulling on his lower lip. His blue eyes twinkled and a smile broke out on his face. He nodded his head. I looked at Jeremy. He was smiling, too.

    "You can't fool me," I said. I took a chance and mussed their hair. They didn't recoil. Their smiles grew bigger. That was a good sign.

    I stood up and held out my hand to the young man. "Hello," I said. "Ted de Villiers."

    He shook my hand. "David," he said. "This is my wife, Trish."

    I shook her hand as well. "Pleased to meet you."

    Her smile was genuine. "I'm surprised you could tell them apart. David still has trouble sometimes."

    "It's no problem when. . ." I didn't finish my sentence. I felt a small hand slip into mine and I turned to my left. Justin was holding it and Jeremy was moving to take hold of my other hand. Together, they led me out of the foyer and into a tidy, well-appointed livingroom.

    As I passed David, he looked from the twins to my eyes. His face was full of surprise. "Wow," he said. He followed us, as did Trish and Nancy.

    I was led to the sofa where I sat down. Justin climbed up on my right side, Jeremy on my left. Their hands curled around my arms. Wheel of Fortune was playing on the television. "They watch it every night," David said as he sat in a settee. "But they never do that."

    Nancy sat in a matching chair. Trish remained standing for the moment. "Can I get you a coffee or tea?" she asked.

    "Coffee, please," I said. "Double-double?"

    She nodded and asked Nancy what she could get for her.

    David was talking to me again. "What kind of magic dust did you sprinkle on them?" he asked. "I've never seen them do anything like this before."

    "No magic," I said. "Kismet, maybe, but I prefer to think of it as serendipity."

    I looked at Nancy. She was watching the boys, shaking her head slightly in disbelief. She looked up at me then. "Would it be possible for them to visit your home and meet the others?"

    "Sure," I said. "Anytime."

    "How about the weekend?"

    "That's fine with me," I answered.

    "Sunday afternoon would be best for us," David said.

    "We'll be there all day," I said.

    "One o'clock?" Nancy suggested, and we all agreed.

    Trish returned with four coffee mugs and two glasses of milk, setting the tray on the coffee table and handing them out before taking a seat beside her husband. She looked at the boys as they sat beside me drinking their milk. "If I were British, I think I'd be gobsmacked, and I'm not even sure what it means. I heard it on Debbie Travis once and I love that word."

    "Speechless," I explained. "Amazed."

    Trish nodded her head. "Then I'm gobsmacked."

    "I am, too," Nancy said.

    I wasn't.

    * * * * *

    "They're mine, Brad," I told him when I got home, my face full of smiles.

    "They told you already?"

    "No," I said. "I can feel it. They're mine." I hugged him and he kissed me. "They're coming for a visit on Sunday afternoon. I think Nancy is really pushing this one." I glanced around. "Where's Lindsay?"

    "In the tub," Brad said. "You're going to have to talk to her, Ted."

    "About what?"

    "She was asking me tonight why you're buying all this stuff for the twins. I think she might be getting a little jealous."

    I looked into Brad's lovely green eyes. There was more to it than he was telling me. Lindsay was not the jealous type.

    "Okay," I said. "Out with it."

    Brad looked away from me. "She asked me if you still loved me and I said ‘yes'. Then she said that you might not have enough love for her if the twins came to live here with us." He looked at me again.

    "I was expecting this," I said. "I'll handle it tonight when I put her to bed, but it won't be settled with her until she sees it for herself."

    Brad nodded is understanding. "Are you sure you can afford to do this?"

    I put my finger to his lips. "Don't say a word about quitting college. You're not doing that, remember? And yes, I can afford it."

    "As long as you're sure you're not moving too fast."

    "Brad, they held my hands tonight. Both of them. And they smiled real smiles. It's not me I'm worried about. I'm afraid I won't be able to move fast enough for them."

    "I hope you're right, Ted."

    "You're not thinking of backing out, are you?"

    "No, of course not," he replied. His eyes told me he wasn't lying. "I told you I was in. I just want to make sure you know what you're getting into."

    "Wait until Sunday afternoon, Brad. You'll see for yourself. They need me."

    * * * * *

    Lindsay was already tucked into bed and I had already kissed her forehead. I sat on the side of her bed, smoothing out her hair with tender strokes of my fingers.

    "Sweetheart," I said, "do you remember when Brad came to live with us?"

    She nodded her head.

    "Did I love you any less than I always did?"

    "No," she said.

    "Did you take any of the love you have for me and give it to Brad?"

    "No."

    "That's because people never run out of love, Sweetheart. There's enough love inside us to give to everyone without taking any away from someone else. And the more you love someone, the more love you have to give. It grows bigger every day. If the twins move in here with us, I'll love them, too, but I won't have to take any love away from you to give to them. Just like you didn't take any away from me so you could give it to Brad."

    "But there's two of them," she said. "Won't you have to love them twice as much as me?"

    I smiled my best smile. "No, I won't, Sweetheart," I said. "I'll love everybody the same, but there will always be a little bit more for my Sweetheart." I kissed her forehead once more. "Do you understand?"

    "I think so," she said. "As long as you don't stop loving me."

    "That will never, ever happen, Sweetheart," I said. "I promise my best promise."

    Lindsay sat up and wrapped her arms around me, burying her cheek into my chest. My arms enfolded her and I held her tight as I kissed her hair.

    "I love you, Daddy."

    "I love you, too, Sweetheart," I said. "Now and forever."

    * * * * *

    Friday night, I took everyone, including Cali, Mags, and Tyler, out to the movies. At Cali's request, we stopped at Dairy Queen for soft ice cream. Poor Lindsay was almost frozen by the time I got her home and into a warm bath. Nights were getting rather chilly, and there were snow flurries in the forecast for early next week. Time to dig the winter clothes out of the basement.

    For the first time that year, I turned up the thermostat. Even I enjoyed the blast of warmth coming out of the air vents.

    Lindsay spent most of Saturday with her Grandma, baking chocolate chip and peanut butter cookies. Brad and I had the fun of digging out the winter clothes from the basement and sorting out the storage room. It was a jumbled mess now. Anything to keep my mind away from the next afternoon's meeting with the twins.

    Lindsay brought home a Tupperware container full of cookies and we spent the night listening to Brad as he played the piano. Lindsay sat in my lap the whole time as she played her Gameboy Disney Princess game.

    Brad and I sat in the indoor tub that night after Lindsay went to bed. I was a bundle of nerves. Even Brad noticed.

    "We don't need a Jacuzzi," he said facetiously. "You're doing a pretty good job of shaking up this tub all by yourself." He sat facing me, his foot between my legs and his toes tickling my nuts. My toes were doing the same thing to his.

    I had a hardon, but it was just a wavy mirage under the water. Brad's hardon stood tall and proud out of the water, a breaching whale frozen in time. My foot came out of the water and pressed against it. Brad's hips pushed back.

    "Oooo," he said with a grin. "Kinky."

    Brad's grin soon disappeared, though, as my foot began to move up and down his shaft. I could feel Brad's cock expanding beneath it.

    "Gee-sus, Murphy, Ted," he gasped, and his hips pressed harder against me. His own foot found my cock and duplicated my movements. I could feel what he was feeling. It was new and it was exciting and it made me forget all my anxieties about tomorrow.

    Our moans were loud in the confined, tiled room. I had accidently discovered a new way to have sex and we both enjoyed it immensely. Ten minutes later, I could feel the tell-tale signs of impending climax in Brad's cock and he stirred me toward my own. With nothing but our feet, be brought each other to orgasm - mine shooting like mini torpedoes into the water and Brad's blasting off like missiles onto his chest and face.

    "That was just too cool," he said with an enormous, satisfied grin on his face.

    Our feet stayed in place until it was all over and our cocks had softened once more. Only then did we clean ourselves up and go to bed.

    Brad fell asleep quickly. I didn't. It was many hours later before I stopped thinking about the future and began dreaming about it instead.

    * * * * *

    "Is the coffee ready?" I asked anxiously. "What about the pop? Did you bring up those bottles from the basement? Where are the cookies?"

    Brad grabbed me in his arms. "Gee-sus, Murphy, Ted," he said. "Relax, will ya? You're going to give yourself a heart attack."

    "Oh, God, Brad. What if they don't like it here? What if Nancy doesn't think it's a good place for them to be? What if David and Trish. . ."

    Brad stopped me short with a kiss. "You know that's not going to happen, Ted."

    I melted into his green eyes and chipped-tooth smile and lost myself there for a long time. He looked so beautiful standing there. Not a hair was out of place and his aftershave filled my nostrils. I could still smell him as well, though. I knew his scent well, and no amount of perfumery could hide it from me. His white T-shirt hugged his chest, and his jeans, though loose, were still snug enough to remind me how much of him there was tucked behind the zipper. "I love you so much, Bradley Hayes," I said finally.

    "And I love you more, Ted de Villiers." He kissed me again. "Now pull yourself together. You're doing this as much for us as you are for them. We all need you now."

    I took a deep, calming breath.

    "The coffee's ready," he continued. "The pop is in the fridge and the cookies are on the coffee table. All the glasses and mugs are ready and Lindsay is getting changed. Stop worrying and start being Ted again, eh?"

    My smile was weak at best, but it was a smile nonetheless. I took another calming breath.

    "Now, go see to Lindsay," he added. "I'll finish getting everything ready here."

    I kissed Brad again and hugged him. His body pressing against mine calmed me even more. He could do so many things with a simple hug.

    I left him in the kitchen and went to Lindsay's room. I knocked lightly and asked, "Are you ready yet, Sweetheart?"

    "I can't decide, Daddy," she called back. "Can you help me?"

    I entered, pushing the door closed behind me. Three dresses were spread out on Lindsay's bed - a light blue dress with pale pink flowers, a green and red plaid, and a yellow dress with white trim. I picked up the yellow one. "I like this one," I said.

    "So do I," she said, smiling and holding her arms over her head. I placed it over her head and let it drop into place around her. "Do I have to wear shoes, Daddy?"

    "Not if you don't want to," I told her as I knelt down on one knee, "but I think you should put on some socks."

    She looked down at her feet. "Oh, yeah," she said. "I forgot."

    "You look so pretty, Sweetheart," I told her as I gave her a fatherly hug and kiss on the cheek.

    "You look pretty, too, Daddy," she said. "And you smell good, too."

    I smiled. "Thank you, Sweetheart. I love you, you know."

    She smiled back. "I know, Daddy. I love you, too." She gave me another hug before I stood up again.

    "Now, get your socks on," I told her. "You can watch cartoons until they get here, okay?"

    "Okay, Daddy. I'll be good. I promise."

    "I know you will, Sweetheart. Thank you."

    * * * * *

    The minutes took hours to tick by. We sat in the livingroom, waiting. Brad held my hand and Lindsay sat in my lap, watching her cartoons. My future was hanging in the balance. These next few hours would determine it, and it was taking forever to get there.

    I jumped when the doorbell rang. Brad chuckled lightly, but squeezed my hand reassuringly. Lindsay said, "Doorbell, Daddy."

    I pulled my hand away from Brad's, set Lindsay on the floor, and stood up. Brad reached for the remote. "Just turn the TV down," I said. "Leave the cartoons on."

    He did so. I walked to the door with Brad and Lindsay following close behind. The doorbell rang again. I took a deep breath again and opened the door. David was standing there, his hands on the twins' shoulders as they stood before him. They were looking up at me. Trish and Nancy stood just behind David and to either side.

    Justin and Jeremy looked hesitant and frightened at first, but those expressions quickly disappeared when the saw me standing there. The heat from the house flowed past me into the chilly afternoon air, and it took all my fears and anxieties with it.

    "Please," I said, opening the door wide. "Come in."

    Nancy was last to enter and I closed the door behind her. I moved to the front of the group and glanced up at Brad. He stood in the doorway to the kitchen. Lindsay stood in front of him, her eyes locked on the boys.

    David knelt down and began taking off Justin's coat and mitts. The coats were identical except that Justin's had blue piping and Jeremy's had green. Trish stood back with Nancy as they removed their own coats. I knelt down and started undressing Jeremy. "Hi, Jeremy," I said, smiling at him. He smiled back. "Hi, Justin." He smiled at me, too.

    I heard Nancy whisper to Trish, "How does he know?" Trish didn't reply.

    Brad stepped forward to take the coats as I held them up. Beneath the coats, the boys wore identical clothes. Brad hung the coats in the closet as David and I removed the boys' boots. He took the ladies' coats as well.

    I set the boots aside and stood up. David stood up and stepped aside to take off his jacket. Brad was standing behind Lindsay once more. I put my hands on the twins' shoulders, guiding them gently toward my daughter.

    When we stopped, the boys fell back against my legs. "Lindsay? Brad? This is Justin," I said, the fingers of my left hand tapping Justin's shoulder, "and this is Jeremy."

    "Hi," said Brad, his friendly, chipped-tooth smile shining in the entryway.

    "Hi," Lindsay said quietly, somewhat unsure.

    "Justin? Jeremy? This is my daughter, Lindsay, and my friend, Brad."

    A horrifying silence filled the house.

    To Be Continued

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