They don't show this stuff on TV. Too bad because it would be more interesting than what is on. Good job.
They don't show this stuff on TV. Too bad because it would be more interesting than what is on. Good job.
Great writing skills... I was gone for a couple of days and i'm gald to come back to this..
Great Story!!! Love it. Thank you!
Lindsay's surprise birthday went off without a hitch on Tuesday evening. I'd promised to take her out to Burger King for supper and she'd get her presents when we got home. Grandma and Grandpa were invited, too, but, when they didn't turn up at the prescribed hour, I gathered Lindsay up in my arms and said we'd go get them. I wore long pants and a nice, short-sleeved shirt. Brad was dressed in white again. Lindsay wore her favourite yellow dress. It was the colour of a Post-it note.
Bernice answered the door and led us into her livingroom to wait.
Everyone, including myself and Brad, yelled it at the same time. I set Lindsay down and she ran to greet everyone. The livingroom was decorated with all sorts of pink streamers and bangles and sparkly faeries. ‘Happy Birthday Lindsay' was strung out along the ceiling on a long banner which stretched almost from wall to wall.
Cali, Mags, and Tyler were already there, along with Bernice and John and two of Lindsay's neighbourhood friends. Terry was there, of course, and one other little girl showed up later.
Bernice had happily provided a buffet dinner, but only after I had insisted on paying my share. She'd also baked and decorated a rectangular, two-layer birthday cake, the top layer being a basic white mix and the bottom layer being chocolate-fudge. The frosting was white and decorated with pink frosting ropes and blue and yellow flowers. ‘Happy Birthday Lindsay' was double-iced in pink and pale blue. Ten candles were set in a rainbow shape above her name.
Lindsay even received a special surprise phone call from Uncle Warren and Uncle Bill early in the evening.
The party continued until eight o'clock. Lindsay, Brad, and I stayed around for awhile after everyone had left. Lindsay sat on my lap and we shared one more piece of her birthday cake. I ate the white part. She ate the chocolate-fudge.
Later, I carried Lindsay home. Brad carried all her gifts. Cali had seen Brad on Tuesday afternoon and asked secretly if Lindsay wore pyjamas or nightgowns. She and Mags bought two gowns - one with unicorns and one with faeries. Tyler gave her a baseball game for the Nintendo system. Lindsay didn't like baseball. I suspect he bought it for her so he could play it himself. Terry gave her a canvas bag full of plastic canvas materials, small balls of coloured yarn, and a small, mother-of-pearl case to hold her all the needles and scissors and things. One little girl gave her a book, another gave her a CD, and the little girl who came late gave her a Disney DVD. Bernice and John gave her two bicycle-riding outfits. Brad and I gave her a charm bracelet with her name engraved on it and several unicorn and faeirie charms dangling from it. The rest of her gifts were waiting for her at home.
There was no end to the hugs and kisses I got from her that night. Brad didn't get quite as many, but he enjoyed every single one of them.
Lindsay's pool was up and filled by now, but still needed a day or two in order to warm up enough to use it. I couldn't wait to see Brad in that Speedo. As silly as it sounds, as many times as I had seen him naked, I still wanted to see him in that suit. There was something about it. . .
For the third night in a row, I joined Brad in the hot tub after Lindsay had gone to sleep. We talked and sipped our beers. Brad had discovered the night before that we could both sit on one of the corner seats if we sat really close together and held onto each other.
I quite enjoyed that part.
Lindsay's bedtime became our ‘together' time, and we looked forward to it all day long. We didn't always have sex. We didn't really want it all the time. Sometimes we'd just sit on the sofa and neck like a couple of teenagers. Occasionally, we'd get carried away and things would happen spontaneously, but we were always careful to make sure Lindsay was still asleep.
Thursday night, Brad sat on the deck, his feet dangling in the water. He jerked off for me and I watched. I loved Brad's blowjobs, and I loved the ones I gave to him, but I still loved watching him do what he did best. I could watch him jerk off for hours. When he finished, when I'd taken his load into me, he gave me my blowjob. Not a single drop of cum landed in the water. Recycling at its best.
* * * * *
By the weekend, my skills at giving Brad head had improved significantly. I was quite used to his size now and my jaws rarely bothered me anymore. I could take more of the shaft in as well, all the way to the head poking at the entrance to my throat. My next challenge was to conquer the gag reflex. I was determined to give Brad the blowjob he so rightly deserved. He'd become so adept at pleasing me and could handle me with no problem. I could only hope that I could return the favour one day and give Brad a real blowjob.
And when it happened, it surprised both of us.
Saturday morning, we paid a visit to Warren in the hospital. He was out of intensive care, but they weren't going to allow Lindsay in to see him until she told the receiving nurse that she had to get her birthday kiss from her uncle. She let Lindsay in as long as I held her.
Of course, she got more than one birthday kiss, and even a few from Uncle Bill. He spent his nights and weekends with Warren. Warren looked good, but thinner and more gaunt. But, he was all smiles and twinkle-eyed.
"A half a kilo to go, Teddy!" he said happily. "Five hundred and sixteen grams and I'm home!"
"What's that mean, Daddy," Lindsay asked.
"It means, Sweetheart, that Uncle Warren has to lose a bit more weight before he can go home."
"It's not coming back, either, Teddy," Warren added. "Bill's gone through the kitchen and gave all the wrong foods to the Food Bank. At least the things they could take. But, we saved something for you, Lindsay."
"What is it?" Her hair bounced when she did. I had set her down when an attending nurse told me I didn't have to hold her all the time.
Bill held up two plastic shopping bags full of snack treats: potato chips of three different flavours, nachos, corn chips, cheese sticks, and a sizeable assortment of candy bars, Gummi bears and gummi worms, marshmallow bananas, and stuff like that. I allowed Lindsay to have a Reese's Peanut Butter Cup (crunchy) and a handful of Pringles.
"If you ever see me eating junk like that again, Teddy, shoot me, please. I don't ever want to go through this again."
Bill looked up at us and grinned. "He's not talking about the surgery. They shaved his chest."
"Ouch!" I exclaimed. "How much?"
"All of it," Warren complained. "Right from my nose to my ahems! What do my ahems have to do with my heart?"
"What are ahems, Daddy," Lindsay asked from her chair. She licked some Reese's from her lips.
"Daddy bumps, Sweetheart," I told her.
"Oh," and the she pulled her shoulders up high and tittered.
Warren held my hand most of the time we were there. I could feel the relief he felt right through his fingers and into mine. He was a good boy, too, and only stared at Brad's crotch for half the time we were there. He didn't comment, though. Warren would never do that with Lindsay in the room.
We stayed only an hour, then I drove to the Science Centre. Brad held Lindsay's hand and I tagged along as she pulled him from exhibit to exhibit. They sat at the Morse Code tables and sent messages back and forth to each other for almost a half hour.
Lindsay wanted to do the Van de Graaff thing - you know, that big ball that sends your hair straight out - but she was still too young. The demonstrator chose Brad instead. I didn't think he'd get up in front of that crowd, but he did. I have to tell you, I took a picture of him. It's precious. With his hair short on top and long at the sides and back, he looked like Krusty the Klown with brown hair instead of red.
"Did you know that all your hair stands up with that thing?" he whispered to me after he stepped off the platform rubbing his bare arms. "I'm still tingling.
That's my favourite picture of him. Well, at least the favourite picture of him that's in my photo albums which we can show to visitors. We have our own personal album tucked away in our bedroom. No-one but us sees that one. Well, not everyone. I might tell you about that later on, but I'm not making any promises.
Lindsay slept most of the way home. I stopped off at KFC and bought dinner for us. I was too darned tired to cook and Brad said he was still tingling from the Van de Graaff machine. I think he was just being lazy. There was a note on our door when we got home. "You weren't here. We were. Better luck next time. Cali."
We ate in the livingroom that night as we watched Lindsay's new Disney DVD. . . again. I didn't mind it too much. At least it made me giggle, and there was something about that ogre with the funny accent. I met Mike Myers once. For real. Not that you care, and I didn't really care then, either. He was just becoming famous. We peed in side-by-side urinals at a restaurant in Scarborough. I didn't even know who he was until later when someone mentioned it at the table behind me. And ‘no', I didn't look. Well, just a quick peek. He deserved a bow of respect.
Lindsay went to bed not long after dinner. Brad cleaned up and I gave her a bath, sitting with her and talked to her as she bathed. Only one more bath tomorrow before her cast would come off on Monday. At least that's what we hoped.
"Do you still love me, Daddy?"
"Of course I do, Sweetheart."
"How much do you love me?"
I spread my arms wide. "This much and a whole lot more."
"Is that enough to buy me a horn for my bike? You know, the shiny ones with the rubber ball you squeeze?"
"It's wa-a-a-a-ay more than enough, Sweetheart," I said as I kissed her forehead. "We'll go to Canadian Tire first thing in the morning."
I washed her hair. She liked when I did that for her, especially when I poured the rinse water over her head. I patted her dry with a big, white, fluffy bath towel and wrapped it around her as I carried her to her bedroom. I sat on her bed as I pulled on her panties.
"You've been a really good girl, Sweetheart," I said proudly. "You haven't forgot once and came into the bedroom."
"I try, Daddy," she said. "I really try."
"I know you do, Sweetheart." I pulled her nightgown over her head and made her look pretty. "But if you forget, don't be afraid, okay? Just remember. I won't yell at you or spank you or get mad or anything. I promise my best promise."
Lindsay fell silent and looked down at the floor. A sad look came over her face.
"Sweetheart?" I asked as I put my hands on her tiny arms. "What's wrong?"
She looked up, but not all the way. "You promise not to get mad?"
"I already gave you my best promise," I reminded her. "I won't get mad."
She was silent again, and, when she spoke again, it was little more than a whisper. "I saw you and Brad one night."
I shoved the panic deep inside me and prayed that my hands didn't shake. "Where did you see us, Sweetheart?"
"In the livingroom," she said softly. "I had to go pee and I heard you talking. I went to see you so I could say goodnight to you and Brad was biting your thing." She looked up at me and met my eyes. I hoped she didn't know that she was looking at unadulterated terror. "Are you mad at me, Daddy?"
I grabbed her up in my arms and hugged her. "Oh, no, Sweetheart. I'm not mad at you. I'm mad at myself for letting you see that. I love you, Sweetheart." And then I called out, "Brad!! I need you!!"
His voice came from down the hall. "Okay!! Be there in a minute!!"
"No, Brad!! Now!!"
I could hear his footsteps coming down the hall, and then he was standing in the doorway, wiping his hands with a couple of paper towels. "What's up?"
"She saw us, Brad," I said quietly.
"Oh, God." I saw in his face what Lindsay must have seen in mine.
"Come on," I told him. "Sit down."
Brad hesitated, then sat slowly on the bed beside me as I picked Lindsay up and set her in my lap so she was facing me. "I want you to listen very carefully to me, okay, Sweetheart?"
She nodded, but her face looked like it was still waiting for the spanking to come.
"Do you know what sex is, Sweetheart?"
"Sort of," she said. "The teachers talk about it at school. It's what grown-ups do together when they love each other."
"That's right," I told her.
"But Brad was biting you, Daddy," she said, her innocent face full of concern for me. "The teachers didn't talk about biting. I thought he was hurting you."
"Brad wasn't biting me, Sweetheart. You know I love Brad, right?"
"And you know Brad loves me?"
"When two grown-ups love each other the way we do, they like to do things that make each other feel good. That's called ‘sex'."
"Like Mommy and that man?"
"Yes, Sweetheart, like that. But when two men love each other, they have to do it differently. Men use their hands and their lips to make each other feel good. Brad wasn't biting me, Sweetheart. He was making me feel good. Do you understand?"
"I think so," she said, and turned thoughtful, looking down at her pillow off to my left. I let her have the time to think. She looked up at me again, and then at Brad. "Does Daddy make you happy that way, too?"
Brad stole a quick glance at me and I nodded. "Yes, he does, Lindsay."
"Sweetheart," I said, and she turned her gaze to me once again. "I'm sorry you saw that. I should have been more careful. It's all my fault."
"It's my fault, too, Lindsay," Brad said. "I'm sorry, too."
"That's okay," she said, and she kissed me. "I was afraid Brad was hurting you and I was afraid you'd be mad if I told you."
"You don't ever have to be afraid of me, Sweetheart," I told her. "We'll be more careful from now on so you don't see us."
"Is that why I can't come in your bedroom when the door is closed?"
"Yes, it is," I said.
"I think I understand now, Daddy," she said. "As long as I know Brad's not hurting you. If I see you again, I'll know it's your privacy."
I hugged her in a great, big hug as I kissed her cheek. "I love you so much, Sweetheart."
"I love you, too, Daddy." She finished the hug herself, then reached out to Brad. He took her into his lap and she hugged him, too. "I love you, too, Brad."
"And I love you, Lindsay. I promise I won't ever hurt your father."
"Okay." And then she was back in my lap. "I think I'm ready to go to bed, Daddy."
"Okay, Sweetheart." I picked her up in one arm and pulled down her sheets. When she was tucked in and warm and safe, I sat beside her and asked, "Would you like me to read you a story?"
"No. I'm tired. I think I want to go to sleep."
"Okay, Sweetheart," I said and kissed her forehead. "Goodnight."
I stood up.
He bent down to kiss her as well. "Goodnight, Lindsay."
"We'll be in the livingroom for awhile if you want to talk some more."
I blew her one final kiss and turned out the light.
* * * * *
"Well, that was an adventure," I said to Brad as he sat beside me on the sofa with two opened beers in his hands. He handed me one and I wrapped my right arm around him and pulled him close to me.
"Maybe I should move back with Mom and Dad."
"No," I told him bluntly. "We're a family now. We can't hide everything from Lindsay. She knows what sex is. She's seen me and Connie before, and then her and that man. The only difference is that I didn't get mad and she didn't understand what we were doing. That's all. She still doesn't understand, but it's enough for her to know that you weren't hurting me."
"Still. . ."
"The only way we could protect her entirely is to be celibate until she moves out, and I'm not about to give it up now when I've just discovered it. It was bound to happen, Brad, and it will probably happen again. We have to be prepared for that, and if she sees us, we can't be angry with her. The worst thing we can do is make her think that what we're doing is wrong."
Brad kissed me then. "I really didn't want to move back home."
I kissed him back. "I wouldn't have let you."
Brad stared into my eyes for a long time. The green I saw in his eyes sparkled in the lamplight. "Do you have any idea how much I love you?" he asked.
"If it's anywhere near how much I love you, then I have a pretty good idea."
"This has to be right, Ted," he said quietly. "Nothing that makes me this happy can be wrong."
We sat for a long time, saying nothing. We drank our beers as we held each other, and then we went to bed.
Lindsay got her shiny new bicycle horn the next morning, as promised.
* * * * *
It was hot that Sunday. Twenty-eight degrees when we woke up and would top off at thirty-four by the afternoon. Cali, Mags, and Tyler eagerly accepted our invitation to inaugurate the swimming pool with us. It took me awhile, but I finally convinced Brad to wear his Speedo. Nevertheless, he pulled a pair of light blue swimming shorts over them anyway.
Lindsay was ready and I wrapped the plastic bag around her arm, maybe for the last day. I would be taking her in for X-rays tomorrow to see if the bone had healed enough for the cast to be removed.
She didn't really want to take off her cast. She was afraid she'd lose all the signatures she'd got on it. Names were all over the place now. She was okay with it when I told her the doctor would give it to her to bring home.
She answered the doorbell when it dingled, then shouted at me and Brad and herded everyone into the back yard. I unlocked the gate and helped Lindsay up the ladder. She was the first one to christen the new pool, and she did it with a cannonball which would put Greg Louganis to shame. I followed her in, then lifted Tyler over the edge. He had those blow-up water wings on his arms. He couldn't swim yet, so I held him until Cali got in to take him from me. Mags was next. Brad hesitated, then climbed the ladder in his swim shorts. He wasn't ready for the Speedo in mixed company yet.
The water wasn't very deep for the adults. I'd filled it only to the point where Lindsay and Tyler could touch bottom with their heads still above water. Still, it was a bit frightening for Tyler, especially since he couldn't swim. I hadn't known that when I invited them.
Brad took over immediately and took Tyler from Cali's arms. He held him and showed him how to move his hands in a ‘dog paddle' stroke. When Tyler had the movement down, Brad put his arms under Tyler and set him belly-down into the water. Tyler panicked at first, but quickly came to trust Brad. He moved his arms as he had been taught and, when he had the strokes down evenly, Brad told him to start kicking his feet. Tyler did, and Brad moved in a circle, allowing Tyler to feel like he was swimming. The grins on his face and his squeals of glee were precious.
A half hour later, Tyler was ‘swimming' across the five and a half metre pool, laughing and giggling and dog paddling his little heart out. Brad walked with him and I could see that he was doing little more than making contact with Tyler's body. Just enough to let Tyler know that Brad was still there. Finally, as he was walking, Brad's arms dropped slightly. In his excitement, Tyler didn't even notice - and he was swimming all by himself. Brad kept his arms under him, of course, ready in case the boy panicked. Tyler didn't, and he grabbed the edge of the pool when he reached it.
"I did it, Mom!" he screamed with delight and Cali scooped him up and smothered him with hugs and kisses. "Start me again, Mom! Watch me!" he shouted. Cali started him out and Tyler began swimming again all by himself, his mother close to his side.
Cali was beside herself with joy and gave Brad a huge hug and an even bigger kiss, right on the lips. "If you weren't a man, I think I would have a hard time not falling in love with you."
Brad was smiling back at her, and then the funniest look came over his face. "Hey," he said. "Did you know you're Black?"
Cali chuckled as she looked down at her arms. "Really? I thought I was just getting a super tan."
"Oh, Cali, I'm sorry," Brad blabbered. "I didn't mean anything by it. I mean. . . um. . . I didn't even notice until just now."
Cali just smiled, then laid her hand on his cheek. "Don't you ever change, Bradley. You're much too precious to be anyone other than who you are right now." She turned to me. "Ted? Don't ever let this boy go. You'll never find another one like him."
If there really is a cloud nine, that's where I was walking.
* * * * *
Lindsay was asleep in bed, thank God. She was exhausted after our day in the pool and fell asleep soon after Tyler went home. I put her to bed before eight o'clock.
Brad and I had the next hour and a half in the hot tub. It was still a warm summer night, but the tub felt too good. It was our new favourite night-time spot. We'd already finished one beer and I climbed out to get another for each of us. By the time I came back out, Brad was sitting on the deck again, his cock pointing to the stars and his hand was priming it to paint the stars white.
I stepped up behind him, still standing on the patio. I set the beers on the deck and wrapped my arms around his chest from behind, staring down at his cock from over his shoulder. My own hardening cock pressed into his spine. "Mmmm," I said. "That looks good enough to eat."
I watched him stroking for awhile longer, then moved my hands to his shoulders and pulled him gently onto his back. Brad's hand left his cock and found mine. A moment later, he was tugging me forward and I slid easily into his mouth. My own hand wrapped around the base of his cock and I leaned down. I'd never sucked him from this direction before and I was surprised how much easier the head fit into my mouth.
I started sucking him deeper, and Brad moaned as he always did. His cockhead touched the entrance to my throat and I gagged slightly, but it was different this time. I can't explain it, but it was different. The gag was more mental than physical this time. The angle seemed to allow his cock to fit better, and there wasn't the pressure and anxiety I had felt before. Was that the only thing that had been stopping me?
I moved down his cock again and it pressed against my throat. I held it there, fighting back the urge to choke. It was, indeed, my mind which was telling me to do gag. My throat wasn't objecting. I stayed there for almost a minute, my tongue teasing the ridge, as Brad continued sucking me. When I felt I was ready, I closed my eyes and pushed my head down.
Brad's cockhead slipped into my throat. It filled me and stretched me, and it wasn't there very long, but I had done it, and I knew I could do it again. Brad pulled his mouth away from me and started to sit up. I pulled him out of my throat and out of my mouth. He attacked me then, scrambling to his knees on the deck and picking me up in his arms and setting me on the deck in front of him. He was crying as he smothered my face with his kisses. His tears washed my face.
We didn't cum that night. We hardly even talked. When Brad was finished crying and kissing me, he took me back into the hot tub and held me. When we went to bed, he held me some more.
He was still holding me when we woke up in the morning.
To Be Continued
Yay for Brad!!! I keep on squealing when i read your story. Love it soooo much.
That is the best example of *mind over matter*.
AWESOME, Neil!! Absolutely AWESOME!!
WISDOM is the Knowledge you've gained ... After you could have used it! _Me
What a beautiful chapter
I am enjoying the story... but, I think I prefer Jason's story a little better.
I think my problem is how Ted treats Lindsay... he feels compelled to treat her like an adult and tell her that when the bedroom door is closed he is having grown up time or whatever with Brad... but then, he bathes her, including putting on her panties etc.... like she is an invalid.... it just has a tinge of impropriety about it...
I can't remember my mother bathing me and dressing me when I was 10... or reading bedtime stories for that matter..
So, other than that, I enjoy the story immensely, and I complement Neil on his strytelling abilities. You are quite gifted.
Ted doesn't bathe Lindsay all the time, and he takes her to the bathroom only when she is too sleepy to do it herself. It's not something he does all the time. There's nothing wrong with him being a good father.
As far as treating her as an adult, she's 10 years old now. The Bitch treated Lindsay like a baby and filled her head with all sorts of lies. She virtually ignored her daughter. Ted isn't about to explain things Lindsay has seen by talking about cabbage patches and birds and bees. She's old enough to know what life is about, and she deserves to learn the truth from her father.
The situation is entirely new to all of them, and they're doing the best they can without any previous experience.
Personally, I had questions when I was 6 years old, and there wasn't anyone I could ask, and no-one would tell me. That's why I was 31 years old before I even admitted to myself that I was gay. I wish my father had been as honest and trustworthy as Ted.
[rant]Originally Posted by gsdx
I second everything you just said. Ted is being a VERY good Father, one of the best that I've seen. I work with children for a living, and can say if we had more parents that acted like Ted does; then the world would be a better place. Most parents now-a-days is looking for a quick way to get rid of their kids, and not take the responsability that they are suppose to have.
The parents I deal with, I would say most of the mothers seem to think their child is a burden. They act like, to me that is, that they just seem to think they have a living dress up doll. Then reality hits them.
Keep up the great work, its a blast!!!!
I will just continue to read the story and withhold my editorial opinions to myself.
I did not think Ted was being a bad father... I also think sleeping with a face full of dried up cum (for a Mommy or a Daddy) is gross... and irresponsible.
Treating a child like an adult does not mean they need to be exposed to sexual situations and the after effects of such, and then have things explained to them in "baby talk".
But, I editorialize again...
Accept my apologies.
Again, I enjoy your stories, and you are a very talented writer.
I appreciate your compliment and I'm happy you are enjoying the story.Originally Posted by dlf0001
However, falling asleep with dried cum on any part of the body is not irresponsible. It is quite common, I'm sure. And it was delicately handled in the morning when Lindsay knocked on the door.
Ted was not exposing Lindsay to anything. She saw something and he was explaining what it was she saw. Children see things they shouldn't see all the time. Tossing it off as 'nothing' when they are old enough to understand it would be irresponsible. There were no specifics mentioned. Ted told her only what she needed to know in order to understand, and he did it in adult terms.
Finally, in the entire story, Brad has never given Lindsay a bath, helped her in the bathroom, nor dressed her except for that time she got stuck with her cast when Ted was on the phone.
I'm currently writing Chapter 29, and now I'm thinking I should go back and rewrite the last three chapters in case people don't like the direction it's taking. I doubt if I will, though. The story is going where my fingers take it.
No, No, No... you are doing a fine job.
You have explained your reasoning. I am nitpicking.
Please continue what you are doing.
This is nothing more than talking to the TV and saying, "That was stupid!", or, "Why the hell did they do that...?" except that you are "listening".
I mean no offense.. and thank you for your reasonable explanations and lack of offense at hearing another viewpoint.
However, having said all this, I still slightly prefer the antics and budding romance of Jason.
None was taken. But there is a big difference between myself and a TV. A television doesn't care what you say to it.Originally Posted by dlf0001
My boss is a great man. I'd tell you his name, but he asked me not to. All he'll let me tell you is that I call him ‘JW'. I can't tell you where I work, either. Any other boss wouldn't have put up with all the days off I had to take, but he'd raised two boys on his own, so he knew what divorces and being a single father was all about. He's a wonderful man, and I shall honour his wishes.
So, JW let me have the afternoon off to take Lindsay to the hospital for X-rays. Dr. van Horne herself examined the X-rays and it was she who carefully cut away the cast so as not to disturb any of the signatures. Lindsay left the hospital with a very untanned forearm and a handful of memories. I just hoped she would remember her cast with all the names of her dearest friends more than she would remember how she was put into it.
Brad was almost as excited as Lindsay was. There was barely room in my driveway for my car when we got home. Pallets full of flat stones and round rocks, plus three piles of something or other, covered with blue tarps, were piled in front of the garage door.
He took a moment to hug Lindsay, them came running to me and grabbed me in his arms, giving me a huge hug. "Aren't they beautiful?"
"Gee-sus, Murphy, Brad," I said, still staring at the piles. "I can't afford that stuff!"
"C'mere," he said, grabbing me by the hand and pulling me forward. I swear, he was as excited as a little boy showing me a sand castle he'd built on the beach. He pulled a flat rock free and held it out to me. "Feel it. It's concrete."
It looked like stone. It felt like stone. It was almost as heavy as stone.
"It lasts forever and it costs a whole lot less."
I set the stone slab down and moved to the rocks, my fingers running across them. "Concrete?" I asked.
Brad's chipped tooth could be seen from the CN Tower, his smile was so huge. He nodded his head. "Aren't they beautiful?" He grabbed me in his arms again and hugged me again and planted several large kisses on my cheek. "I wanted to get pavers for a new sidewalk, but there wasn't enough money."
I looked into his brilliant, green eyes. There was so much excitement in them. "How much?" I asked.
"A couple of grand, maybe," he said.
I glanced back at the piles once more as numbers ran quickly through my head. I found his gaze again. "Next year," I told him.
That got me another big hug and an even bigger kiss on the lips. Fuck the neighbours. This felt too good. As he kissed me, I could hear Lindsay tittering off to one side.
I finally put an end to the kiss and Brad separated himself from me.
"Daddy?" Lindsay said. "Can I show Grandma my arm?"
"Sure, Sweetheart," I told her. "Go change first, okay?"
"Okay, Daddy!" And she was gone.
I turned my attention back to Brad. "It's going to be wonderful, Ted," he assured me. "It's going to be the most beautiful garden on the block."
I gave him my best trusting smile. "I'm sure it will be."
"Where should I dump the topsoil?"
* * * * *
Lindsay stopped eating her fish and chips long enough to ask, "Daddy, how far away is Peterborough?"
"Not far, Sweetheart," I said. "Why?"
"When I was showing Ty my arm, Cali gave us a pop and we were talking. He said Peterborough has a zoo with a train and a playground and wading pool and everything, and there's a big thing that moves boats up and down in the water."
"I've read about that," Brad said. "It's a lift lock. It raises and lowers boats to different levels in the canal. Supposed to be the biggest one in the world."
"Can we go see it, Daddy?"
"I think we can do that, Sweetheart," I told her. "Ever been there Brad?"
"Nope," he answered.
"I've only driven the Bypass on my way to Ottawa."
"I'll look it up on the net," Brad said.
* * * * *
Three things happened after dinner. I finally got to see Brad in the pool in a Speedo, we discovered that the hot tub could hold four adults and two tired kids, and. . . well, wait and see.
Funnily enough, Brad wasn't concerned about wearing the Speedo in front of Lindsay. He wasn't even worried about Cali or Tyler. He was concerned with Mags.
"She's so shy, Ted," he said. "You saw her when she saw me in the towel. What's she going to do if I go out there dressed like this?" He held out his arms and did a slow pirouette.
"Wait," I said as he faced me again. I grabbed the camera off the dresser. "Do that again. I want these for our album." Brad obliged.
I'd seen Brad in underwear often enough, but this was different. Underwear was for in the house. For me. The swimsuit was for outside, and that made a difference. As magnificent as he looked any other time, he was absolutely stunning now. Forget oranges and lemons. Brad looked as if he'd stuffed a coconut in his Speedo. It was all I could do not to rip the thing off him again.
"She won't drool," I told him.
"Aw, come on, Ted. I don't want to embarrass her."
I stepped up to him and put my hands on his hips and gave him a kiss. "Brad, she was afraid she had embarrassed you when you came out in that towel. She's shy, but you can't hide yourself forever. Maybe you didn't notice, but those trunks you wore yesterday didn't hide much when they got wet. She'll get used to you."
His eyes flicked back and forth between mine, then he said, "Okay. But if she runs away screaming, I'm never wearing these again."
"They're your friends, Brad. They understand. They'll get just as used to you as Lindsay and I did. I hugged him, and not just to feel that body pressing up against me. Well, okay. Maybe a little bit.
Lindsay quickly discovered that Brad made an excellent raft. I was a horrible back-floater, but Brad was a natural. At Lindsay's request, I had picked her up and set her down astraddle Brad's stomach. I could barely see Brad's hands moving ‘fin fashion' as Lindsay paddled her hands. She was convinced she was paddling her own personal canoe around the pool.
I don't know how he did it, but he would sink himself, with Lindsay on top of him. She'd grab at his chest when he did, holding on. He'd sink underwater until Lindsay's head and shoulders were poking out of the water, and then he'd come back up again. Lindsay laughed and screamed her excitement throughout.
I just knelt on the bottom, out of the way, and watched my two favourite people having fun.
They were paddling around when Cali, Mags and Tyler showed up. Tyler was already ripping off his clothes and Mags was picking them up off the ground.
"Oh, look, Mags," Cali said. "Bradley has his own Personal Floating Device."
It was going to be a long night.
Tyler climbed to the top of the ladder. "Mr. Dee!" he shouted. "Start me!"
I happily picked him up, laid him on his belly in the water, and gave him a push. Once he got started, he wouldn't stop. He just needed help getting started.
By the time Mags and Cali joined us, Brad was teaching Tyler and Lindsay how to tread water. Mags sank down into the water, enjoying the coolness, while Cali watched Brad and the kids for awhile. Mags looked only once at Brad's Speedo, but she didn't turn away. She looked as long as she needed to, and then she looked at his face and that was that. I never saw her look at his crotch again.
Cali came over to me, then, grabbed my arm gently, and leaned into me. Her words were meant only for me to hear. "You know, Ted, I almost feel guilty teasing Brad the way I do. He's the most amazing young man I've ever met. He's done wonders with Tyler in just a few days."
"Don't feel guilty, Cali," I assured her. "He enjoys your teasing as much as I do."
"There's no ego there," she added as she looked at the threesome. "No conceit. When I first met him, I thought he'd be an obnoxious, egotistical son of a bitch and would spend all his time bragging about that thing and waving it in everyone's face." She looked back at me. "I laid it onto him before he could lay it onto me. But I haven't seen a single bit of ego or anything. He's just a nice guy. I mean, he was genuinely surprised when he realized I'm Black."
"Brad sees people, Cali," I told her. "He looks beyond the outside and goes right for the heart." I held out my arms in display. "He finds this sexy."
"Don't cut yourself short, Teddy. You're a very handsome man. And Brad's just a sweet young man. I'm surprised there's enough room in that chest for the great big heart he has. I'll stop teasing him if you like."
I just smiled at her and shook my head. "I don't think he'd want you too."
She kissed me on the cheek, then she smiled at me and winked. "Bradley," she said, "would you mind standing on the side of the pool for a bit? I need a diving board."
Brad shoved his palm across the surface of the pool, sending a spray of water at us. "Get a pedicure first!" he shouted back.
It was Cali's turn to laugh.
"Touché," she said.
More teases and more laughter followed, and then we were all moving to the hot tub. Brad went inside to get some beers for us and cans of pop for the kids. He came back carrying a tray and set it on the deck between myself and Cali. Lindsay was sitting in my lap and Tyler was in Cali's lap. Mags sat opposite me. One seat remained for Brad.
Mags was much more relaxed tonight. She still blushed, but she was much more comfortable around Brad, and that made Brad much more comfortable around all of us. By the time we got out of the pool, he wasn't thinking about his Speedo at all.
As he hopped up onto the deck and settled into the tub, Cali said, "Well, if blue cantaloupe ever go on sale, I know what to look for."
"Just don't squeeze the plums," Brad said with a grin as he accepted the beer I handed to him.
"Ooo," Mags said. "You're getting good, Brad. It's about time Cal had some competition."
We sat there, sipping our drinks and enjoying the tub and chatting idly. Brad had his right leg over my left, his left foot caressing the top of my foot. I don't think he was even aware that he was doing it.
As dusk approached, we called an end to the day. Tyler was almost asleep in his mother's arms and Lindsay was almost asleep in mine. We climbed out of the tub. It was still warm, but the evening breeze was cool and quickly covered Mags with goosebumps. I grabbed up a towel and wrapped it over Lindsay's shoulders. Her hand was on my chest, the other around my neck, and her head was nestled into my shoulder.
Brad held Tyler while Mags and Cali dried and dressed, and he handed the boy over after giving his hair a kiss.
Cali gave Brad one more kiss as well. "When Tyler wins his first Olympic medal in swimming, I hope you're there to see it." She kissed his other cheek.
"I'll be there," Brad said.
Cali's smile was genuine and sincere. "I have just one more question."
"Shoot," said Brad.
Just as genuinely and just as seriously, she asked, "Does it work as an anchor as well as it does a rudder?"
"Only when I'm skinny dipping."
Cali patted his cheek. "You are getting good."
Brad turned off the tub and locked the gates as I took Lindsay inside to get her ready for bed. We were in the bathroom. She'd taken off her swim suit, dried herself off, and dressed in her nightgown. Even then, when I entered, she was wrapped in the biggest, fluffiest, warmest towel I had. It covered her from shoulders to toes when I wrapped it around her.
I was drying her hair with another smaller towel when she said, "Daddy?"
"Why does Cali say all those things about Brad?"
"She's just teasing him."
"But teasing people is bad, isn't it?"
I stopped rubbing her hair. "Well, Sweetheart, there's bad teasing and there's good teasing."
"What's the difference?"
I thought quickly and remembered a suitable incident. "Do you remember in dance class when you tripped and fell?" She nodded. "The other kids were laughing at you and pointing and calling you names."
"How did that make you feel?"
"Really bad. I hated them and I wanted to cry."
"Right," I said. "That's ‘bad' teasing."
"But you laugh at Brad when Cali teases him," she said wisely.
"We're not laughing at Brad. We're laughing at Cali's jokes, and Brad laughs just as much as we do. He likes being teased that way."
"And that's ‘good' teasing?"
"Yes, it is. It makes Brad feel happy."
Lindsay thought for a moment, her finger coming to her lower lip and tapping. "I think I understand, Daddy."
I began drying her hair again.
"Daddy? Is Brad going to live with us from now on?"
"I hope so, Sweetheart."
"I hope so, too, Daddy." I gave her a big hug. "Daddy?"
"Am I too old to call you ‘Daddy'?"
"You'll never be too old to call me ‘Daddy,' Sweetheart."
Her smile could melt a glacier. "I hope I never get too old for you to call me ‘Sweetheart'," she said.
"Never," I said, and I hugged her and kissed her and carried her to bed.
* * * * *
Brad had locked up the house and we'd already taken our ‘after-hot-tub' shower together. We were lying in bed, my right hand idly toying with Brad's chest.
"I heard what you and Lindsay were talking about."
"Most of it," he said quietly. "I didn't mean to eavesdrop. I'm sorry. I just heard you talking and I listened. She was really concerned for me, wasn't she?"
"She loves you, Brad. Almost as much as I do."
We fell silent for a long while. I knew Brad was thinking. My fingertip continued to draw circles around his left nipple.
"I want to do something special for her," he said finally. "I want to change the landscaping plans and make a garden just for Lindsay."
"You have my permission so to do."
"It'll cost more money," he added. "Seven, maybe eight hundred."
"Whatever it takes," I told him. "Just make her the best ‘Lindsay garden' you can. I'll manage." My palm pressed lovingly over his muscular chest and my lips pressed lovingly against his own. As we kissed, my hand moved down over his chest, meeting his hard cock before I reached his stomach. My fingers moved over him and settled there, encasing him in my gentle grasp. I could feel it jump.
As much as I was enjoying the kiss, I had more urgent business in store for my lips. I crawled onto my knees and turned myself around, facing Brad's feet. This was the position I wanted. This was how I was going to give my baby his first real blowjob, and I was determined to do it that night.
I pulled his cockhead easily into my mouth. Despite the strain, it was no-longer a problem to do so. I began the blowjob. His cockhead touched my throat. The gag was there, but I pulled away a bit, relaxed myself, and pushed forward again. The tip entered me, and then the ridge. I fought against the feelings and got control of my breathing and throat muscles, and then I pushed further. I could feel him slipping deeper into me. From the position I was in, we were in perfect synchronicity with each other. The angles were precise.
Brad's moan was muffled. I didn't know how much of him I had in me, so I released him entirely, and glanced back quickly to see that Brad had his hand over his mouth, muffling his sounds.
I turned my attention to his cock once more and grasped it at a point where I guessed half of his cock was protruding from my hand. I sank my mouth onto him again. This time, his cock slid into my throat without protest. A moment later, my lips were pressed against my hand. I had half of Brad's cock inside me. I began bobbing my head slowly, allowing myself time to set up a rhythm and to regulate my breathing. When I felt I was ready, I moved my hand from his cock to his balls.
Up and down my head moved, each time taking a bit more of his meat inside my throat. My jaws began to protest and I sped up my motions. As I watched, his balls came closer and closer with each stroke, I pulled back one final time, holding just the head in my mouth. It was now or never.
I closed my eyes and pushed forward. His cockhead entered me once more, and I sucked a huge breath into me and held it. I pushed down, further and further until . . .
There was no more ‘further'.
I had done it. I had all of Bradley Nelson Hayes in me.
Brad's hips pushed up and a loud, muffled groan exploded behind me. His cock swelled and began to pulsate. I knew his orgasm was imminent and very close. I was satisfied. I had accomplished my mission. I pulled back, capturing his cockhead behind the helmet ridge, and let him cum.
His groan turned into a scream and I was frightened for a moment that he might wake Lindsay, but there was nothing for me to do except let him cum. His body shook beneath me and I sucked his cream into me. His hips heaved up and he pushed deeper into my mouth. I let him go as another scream came from him.
I'd never felt his cock grow so big. I'd never felt his entire body quiver like that. I'd never felt his cockhead pulsate with such intensity. I'd never felt his seed being pumped out in such rapid bursts. I'd never heard those sounds coming out of his throat. The one thing that Brad had thought would never happed had happened. He had received a real blowjob, and it was one we would both remember for a very long time.
All too soon, it was over. I held him in my mouth as his orgasm subsided and his body began to relax once again. A new sound reached my ears. It was coming from behind me again. I released Brad from my mouth and turned to look at him. A pillow was over his face, held down by both his hands. His chest and shoulders were jerking rhythmically.
I reached and gently removed Brad's hands from the pillow, and then I lifted the pillow away.
When I did, I could see that Brad was crying.
To Be Continued
Wow. That about encapsulates what I want to say... WOW.
I was caught up last night. But I love this story. More enjoyable reading. YEAH!!!!
That chapter made me hornier than a two peckered owl.
does that mean hornier than me the first time i went to a gang bang and i was the only bottom there???Originally Posted by sheep
Nice chapter neil!!!! Oh, don't change a thing!!!! You've explained things very well, and continue to illustrate real life very well!!!
Thank you SOOO much! It's been not been a fun week here, and I'm finally taking a break, and this is SUCH a wonderful way to spend it. Masterful!
I think Ted is a great father. All too many fathers don't take the time a child needs from them to learn and grow up.
More of this story please. My hunger for this story has gone to overdrive!!!
As funny as it may sound, my first concern was Lindsay. Had Brad's screams awakened her? I rolled out of bed, pulled on my robe, and went to her bedroom. I tiptoed to her bed and watched her for a moment, her face bathed in the glow from the streetlights peeking through the curtains. She slept still, and I was relieved. I gently brushed her bangs aside and kissed her forehead.
"I love you, Sweetheart," I whispered.
I quietly closed the door behind me as I left and returned to Brad. He was still sobbing. I dropped my robe to the floor and joined him in bed once more, pulling the sheets over us and taking him in my arms.
Brad grabbed me into his own powerful hug and buried his face into my chest. He began to cry all over again. I kissed his hair and rubbed his back until his sobs stopped. When he finally looked at me, I almost started to cry myself. He looked so beautifully happy.
Brad kissed me first, long and hard, and then he told me he loved me. "I never thought that would ever happen to me."
I smiled at him. "I had some serious doubts about it myself for awhile."
"I was so happy when you managed to get the head in your mouth, but I never thought you'd be able to take it all like that. I don't have to dream anymore." Brad kissed me again, not quite as long as the first one, but just as hard. When he came away from me, he put his hand on my chest. "If I buy some condoms, will you fuck me?"
"Are you sure?"
"I'm scared, but I'm sure."
"I don't want to hurt you."
"I need to know, Ted," he said. "I need you to do this for me. I need to do it for you."
"You're not just saying this because of what just happened, are you?"
He shook his head. "No. Well, maybe a little. I've been thinking about it for a long time, but I've been afraid. But, if you can do that for me, I can do this for you."
I nodded. "Okay, we'll talk about it later."
"No, Ted," he said. "No talking about it. Will you fuck me? Yes or no?"
I hesitated only a moment before giving him my answer. "Yes, I will."
Brad kissed me again and we sank back into the pillow. We fell asleep that night with the light still on.
* * * * *
The next afternoon, Brad greeted me with a big hug and kiss, right there in the front yard. "I found it, Ted!"
"I'm not telling. Not until I'm ready to show it to you and Lindsay."
"You bastard," I said, chuckling.
"I've made a few changes in the plans. I don't have to buy everything I thought I would need. I can use what I already have and I can buy the other things I want. It will only cost about four- hundred and fifty more instead of the eight hundred. Isn't that great!?"
It was my turn to hug and kiss Brad, right there in the front yard.
* * * * *
Dinner was finished and the kitchen was cleaned up. Brad took Lindsay and me to the computer to show us the Peterborough website he'd found. He'd located the zoo and the lift lock easily enough and showed us, but he said, "Look what else I found."
He clicked on a ‘Festival of Lights' link. The page opened up on the screen.
"They have a free outdoor concert every Wednesday and Saturday night. There's an illuminated boat show after that, and then they have fireworks."
"Oooo! Daddy!" Lindsay shouted excitedly. "Fireworks!"
"But look here," Brad said as he scrolled down the performance schedule.
He pointed and I looked.
"Oh," I said. "How cool is that?"
Lindsay read the screen. "‘Children's Spectacular'. What's that, Daddy?"
"It's a special performance for children, Sweetheart," I told her.
Her face lit up again. "Can we go?"
I picked her up and gave her a big hug. "You bet." Her arms wrapped around my neck and I got the biggest hug and kiss I'd had since the night before.
Of course, Lindsay wanted Tyler to go with us, but it was his weekend to be with his father. Lindsay would be stuck with us. All we needed to remember was the lawn chairs and insect repellent and maps and the cooler for refreshments.
* * * * *
Before we headed out to the pool that evening, I went downstairs into my office off the den. I often went down there in the evening for half an hour or so, checking my Emails and catching up on extra work. Boring stuff. You know. We rarely used the den, but, with the fireplace, it would be a nice, cozy place in winter, especially for snuggling alone with Brad. The livingroom had a fireplace, but it wasn't half as nice as the one in the den, and it wasn't half as cozy.
I closed my office door behind me and took my seat at the desk. No-one ever bothered me when I was in my office. I opened the bottom desk drawer to my right and pulled out my fireproof box where I kept all my important papers and such. I set it on the desk and retrieved the key from my wallet.
Brad knew about the box. I'd shown him where it was. So did Warren. Warren even had an extra key - just in case. Neither of them knew what was in there except that it was stuff that would be needed if anything were to happen to me.
I unlocked the box and opened the lid. My papers were contained in various marked envelopes, upon which sat a white shoe box with a brown lid. I lifted the shoe box out and pushed the safe aside with my elbow, setting the shoe box in its place.
I opened it and looked inside. "Soon," I said to myself. And I smiled a happy smile.
* * * * *
Friday night, Lindsay went to sleep over at Grandma's. She'd be there both Friday and Saturday nights, then come home Sunday morning and get ready for our trip to Peterborough. The Weather Channel's long-range forecast predicted warm and humid temperatures, but no rain. That was good news, at least for our outing. It wasn't such good news for our lawns.
I fucked Brad for the first time that Friday night.
We spent over an hour sitting in the hot tub, the solar lights casting a pleasant glow over us and lighting the night around us. Brad sat beside me, as naked as I was, and the two bottles of beer sitting on the deck went virtually ignored. We spent our time kissing and exploring and enjoying each other's company.
I still couldn't believe it. Here we were, less than three months from my thirty-third birthday and only five months from Brad's twentieth. And we were making out like a couple of teenagers in the front seat of Father's car, parked in a dark, secluded spot on Lookout Point. I still had a difficult time trying to understand how Brad could have possibly fallen in love with me. Not that I was complaining or anything. I had hit the jackpot with Brad - won the Super Lotto as it were. I was more like a Scratch and Win prize.
But, he said he loved me and I believed him.
It wasn't really late when we went to bed. It was dark, but not late. Brad went into the bedroom first and told me not to come in until he called me. I closed up the house and waited. I was still naked and still hard, and our undrunk beers still sat on the hot tub deck.
I heard Brad calling my name and I walked down the hall and into our bedroom. Candles burned around the place - on dressers and bed stands. I noticed the box of condoms and tube of lubrication gel sitting on the bedside table. Music from Brad's portable sound system was softly playing Toronto's favourite classical music station. I had to smile. Brad never liked classical music until he met me.
He was lying on his back on the bed, his legs spread slightly, his hands tucked behind his head. I looked at him, moving my eyes slowly from his angelic face all the way down to the soles of his feet, stopping for some time at his midsection and looking unabashedly at him there. He was as hard and ready as I was. I moved to the bottom of the bed and sat beside his feet. As I looked into his face, I picked up his right foot and pressed it to my chest. I held his heel in the palm of my left hand as I rubbed the top of his foot with my right. I'd never really played with toes before, but I played with Brads, tracing them with my fingertips and stroking them like tiny cocks with my fingers and thumb. Brad closed his eyes and breathed in deeply.
I grasped his foot in both hands and raised it to my mouth, kissing each toe from the tiniest to the largest. I did the same for his other foot. Brad liked that. At least his moans of pleasure told me so. I crawled up on the bed and kissed my way up, starting at his feet and moving up his legs to his low-hanging balls. I tickled those orbs with my tongue, nipping the skin between my lips. I could feel Brad's body tensing and I could feel movement. I glanced up beyond his cock to watch him as his hands dropped to the bed beside him and clenched the sheets in his fists. His head was thrown back.
I licked his balls as if I were licking an ice cream cone and, when my tongue touched the skin beneath his balls, Brad's moan became a groaning and unmuffled ‘Oh, God!' spoken through clenched teeth.
I moved to kneel at his side and we fell into a sixty-nine position. I was thrilled that I could now give Brad a proper blowjob, and I was equally thrilled knowing that I was the only one in the world who had done so. He sucked me as well, of course. Share and share alike.
We lay in each other's arms for a long time after that, watching the candlelight waltzing on the ceiling and listening to a Mozart horn concerto. Brad had kissed me and I could still taste my semen in his mouth. I'm sure he could still taste his own in mine.
So, there we were, just staring up and the ceiling.
"I'm glad I was adopted," Brad said.
"Whoa!" I said to myself. "Where did that come from?"
Brad was silent for a moment. "You know, don't you?"
"Yes," I admitted. "But how did you know?"
"I didn't, really, until you didn't say anything," he said quietly. "I could feel your fingers digging into my chest."
"I promised your Mother I wouldn't say anything."
"I figured as much," he said, and he kissed me. He rolled his head back onto the pillow. "I'm glad I was. If Mom and Dad hadn't adopted me, I never would have met you."
I rubbed his chest tenderly, my fingers washing over the small patches of light brown hair. "Are you going to tell them you know?"
He looked into my eyes. "Do you think I should?"
"No, Brad," I told him. "I think you must. And I think you need to know why they adopted you."
"Yes, I know."
"Then tell me."
I kissed him again. "No, Brad. Not me. Your parents need to tell you themselves. And they will. All you have to do is ask them."
Then he smiled and blinked. His chipped tooth twinkled in the dancing light of the candles. "Tomorrow," he said. "But, tonight, Mr. de Villiers, I want you to make love to me."
My hand moved from his chest to his hair and I brushed my fingers through it. "Are you sure you want to?"
"No," he said softly, "but I must."
We kissed each other for a long time after that.
* * * * *
I was as nervous as a virgin. My hands shook so badly that I couldn't even put on the condom. Brad did it for me. He lay back, his knees up and his legs spread, making room for me. I crawled between them and he held out the tube of gel, ready to squeeze some on my finger.
I held out my hand, my index finger extended. He squeezed a generous amount there. My hand moved beneath his balls and Brad lifted his legs, holding them behind the knees. My middle finger searched carefully and found the spot and I moved my gelled finger there and began preparing him. I'd had anal sex only once before in my life, before I was married, so at least I had an idea what to do. It wasn't with a man, though.
With the outside properly lubed, I pressed my finger to Brad's virgin asshole. I looked into his eyes. "Ready?"
Brad clenched his teeth and nodded. I pushed my finger forward. It slid in easier than I expected. Brad's mouth opened and he breathed a sigh. This was too easy, and I realized suddenly that Brad had been secretly preparing himself for this moment. I had to smile to myself.
Brad didn't complain. He didn't say a word, even after the head of my cock slid inside him. My hands held his calves and Brad's hands grabbed my hips then, holding me still for a moment. His eyes were clenched as well now, and he sucked rapid breaths through his teeth and nose. His face was crinkled in the new sensations. And then he relaxed, and his eyes became unclenched. He opened his mouth and brought his breathing to a more normal rhythm. His hands came away from my hips.
I pushed forward slowly and Brad's moan increased in volume with every millimetre which slipped inside him. When I could go no further, when my pelvis was pushed against the cheeks of his ass and I could feel his balls against my belly, Brad reached both hands down again. One hand wrapped around his balls, lifting them up out of danger. His other hand grabbed my hip, his fingers digging into my own ass cheek, holding me there.
I waited, looking down at him. I could feel his ass squeezing around me, and, with each squeeze, his cock would bounce slightly on his stomach. He opened his eyes and looked up at me. His hand moved from my ass to his cock and he nodded.
Never in my life had making love to someone felt so good. My hands moved to the bed beside Brad, his knees hooked over my shoulders. We found a rhythm together, and Brad's strokes on his cock matched the strokes of my cock in his ass.
We came at the same time - I came deep inside Brad and he came all over the wall and himself. I collapsed on him afterward, my chest mashing against the cum on his chest. His hand was still wrapped around his cock and the other still cradled his balls. My softening cock pulled out of his ass and Brad pulled both hands free and wrapped them around me. We kissed.
Brad pushed me back gently so he could look into my eyes. "No other man will ever know what it feels like to do that, Ted," he said. "Only you."
I rolled to my side on the bed as Brad removed the condom and set it aside.
"Will you hold me?" he asked.
* * * * *
I kept Lindsay busy in the kitchen, munching chocolate oatmeal cookies as she sat in my lap. Brad talked to John and Bernice in their livingroom.
"What are they talking about, Daddy?" she asked.
"It's private, Sweetheart."
She nodded. "Stuff they don't want us to know about?"
"No, Sweetheart," I answered truthfully. "Just stuff they want to talk about by themselves."
"Is Brad okay?"
"Yes, he is."
"That's good," she said. "Can I have another cookie?"
Bernice was dabbing at her eyes when they returned. Even John's and Brad's eyes were moist. Brad took his seat beside me as John and Bernice sat opposite us.
Lindsay noticed the tears. "Is everything okay?"
Brad took charge. "Everything is fine, Lindsay," he said. He was smiling gently and his voice was soft and kind. "Do you know what being adopted means?" Lindsay nodded. "I was adopted."
"But you still love Grandma and Grandpa, don't you?"
"More than ever."
"And they still love you, right?"
"More and more each day," Bernice replied.
"Then those are happy tears?"
"Very happy tears, Lindsay," Brad said.
The subject was never mentioned again.
* * * * *
"How much longer, Daddy?" Lindsay asked from the back seat of the car.
"Not far now, Sweetheart."
"You keep saying that, Daddy," she said. "How far is ‘not far'?"
"Not far," Brad said with a little chuckle.
I was sure I'd packed the maps Brad had printed from the computer. I don't know how we forgot them. But, I had a pretty good idea where to go and how to get there. I knew the By-Pass well. I'd taken it a number of times on my way to Ottawa. I just had to find the Queensway exit.
We crossed over a large overpass crossing Highway 28. I remembered that highway. "We're almost there, Sweetheart," I assured her. Sure enough, we rounded a large bend and the By-Pass lay before us. "Now," I said, "the fun part begins."
The Queensway exit was easy enough to find. Things got rather nasty after that. We reached a set of stop lights and a road veered off to the left while the one we were on continued straight. The light was green, and I was in the wrong lane to go left, so I took the ‘straight on' one. We rounded another corner and. . . "Uh oh."
The road ended. I mean, it wasn't a dead end or anything. It used to be there, but it was all closed off permanently. I had to turn to the right. There was nowhere else to go.
"I think we should have taken the Parkway back there," Brad said.
"Keep cool, Ted," I told myself. A large mall lay before us now and I had to turn left. Thankfully, a set of stop lights were just up ahead and I took the time as I waited for the light to turn green to get my bearings. Lansdowne Street. I remembered that. It ran along the south end of the city. "Okay, this is good," I said.
"Daddy, I have to go to the bathroom."
Brad pointed to his left. "The Parkway should be that way."
I pointed straight ahead. "And this way should take us to the same place." I drove straight. Hilly place, Peterborough. We passed side streets and small businesses and we climbed a huge hill. We topped the hill and there was a stop sign looking at us. But the road didn't go on through. There was only left and right. "Uh oh," I said again.
"Well," I said when I reached the stop sign, "we have to go that way." I pointed to the right. "So, that's the way we go." I turned right, down the hill again, and ran into another set of stop lights. I had no idea where Sherbrooke Street was on the map. I knew we still had to be further north, as well as east, and left was north, so I turned left.
We drove north, passing more streets and stop lights. None of the names looked familiar.
"Daddy, I gotta go."
"Okay, Sweetheart," I said. "I'll find a place." But there weren't any. No gas stations. No restaurants. No nothing. "Where's a Tim Horton's when you need it?"
We topped another hill and were faced with yet another set of lights. I could turn right, to the east again, or continue north. "Uh oh," I said again. The road we were on ended at another set of lights just up ahead. Brad glanced at me, but kept his mouth shut. Okay, we had probably gone too far north. Main streets shouldn't be ending like this. And we still had to go east anyway. I turned right at the lights, drove down the street a distance, then turned right again at the lights, heading south this time.
"One way streets!" Brad said excitedly. "I remember seeing those on the map!"
"But these are the wrong ones," I said. "The ones we need are over there." I pointed left. So, left we would go.
"What in heck is this?" Brad asked. "What kind of city puts blocks in the middle of blocks?"
"Peterborough does," I said. I turned left and came to yet another one-way street heading north. The streets were staggered here, funnily enough. Streets ran east and west, but when they hit the one-ways, you had to zigzag around a block set between them. So, I zigzagged and got back on the street going east. Down a small hill to another stoplight.
"Daddy!" Lindsay shouted. "A gas station!"
"It's a self-serve, Sweetheart," I said. "They don't have bathrooms for customers." I silently cursed Tim Horton.
We waited for the light to turn green. "We need help, Ted," Brad said.
"I don't ask for directions," I said.
"Well, I do," Brad said. "Look." He pointed to the left. "Pull up beside that man with the grocery cart. I'll ask him."
"Okay, Sweetheart. Just a minute." I was getting extremely anxious, as was Lindsay. The light turned green and I turned left. As I did, the man turned toward a building, stopping at a set of stairs in front of the building. "Damn!" I said. "Sorry, Sweetheart. I shouldn't curse."
Brad was already rolling down his window as I pulled up to the curb. The man was standing on the bottom step, holding the handrail with one hand and about to pull the cart up the steps with the other.
He looked up when he heard Brad say, "Excuse me!"
He set the cart back on its legs and came forward. He was an older gentleman, dressed as casually as he could in this heat, and he wore a dark golfer's cap on his head. Wavy grey hair stuck out from under the cap. He had a full, almost white beard and wore gold-rimmed eyeglasses. He was rather heavyset and walked with a noticeable limp. He was staring at Brad.
He bent down when he reached the car. "Lost?" he said amiably.
"Yes," Brad said.
Before he continued, I interrupted. "Pardon me for being so forward, but do you live there?"
"Yes," he said.
"Could my daughter use your bathroom? I haven't been able to find one and we need one now."
"Sure," the man said.
"I'll take her," Brad said. "I've got to go, too." The man stepped back as Brad opened the door. Lindsay was already unbuckled and reaching for the handle.
The man looked at me through the window. "If you're coming in, too," he said, "you can't park here. Just pull around the corner to the right. You can park there."
"Thanks," I said.
"No problem," he answered as he touched the brim of his cap.
He stepped away again as Lindsay closed the car door behind her. I rolled up the windows and pulled away. As I turned the corner, I glanced back and saw Brad carrying the man's grocery cart up the steps. That's my boy, I thought. Always eager to help anyone.
The man was right. I could park around the corner. I did. I got out, locked the doors, and headed back to the building. The door was open and the man was standing inside, waiting for me. I could hear a dog barking through the open door at the end of the hall.
I held out my hand to greet him. "Thank you so much," I told him. "It was getting a little close for my daughter." He nodded and smiled his understanding. "I'm Ted de Villiers."
His handshake was friendly and firm. "Hi," he said. "I'm Neil."
To Be Continued
Oh my god... That's... Oh my god... Wow.
Wait... who is Neil. Is he someone from a previous chapter?
Um. . . no.Originally Posted by aneal_lingus
He would be me.
I was wondering if you decided to add yourself in the story. (-:
I must say with every chapter the relationship between Ted and Brad is getting better and better.
Now for a quick question do you think Brad and Ted will take their relationship beyond giving each other blowjobs and taken their cum down their throats?
Another quick question Why did you decide to add yourself into the story?
Thank you.Originally Posted by Lucusvirginia
That would spoil the story for the other readers if I told you.Now for a quick question do you think Brad and Ted will take their relationship beyond giving each other blowjobs and taken their cum down their throats?
I thought the readers might like to know a little bit about the guy who's doing the writing.Another quick question Why did you decide to add yourself into the story?
i cannot wait,i love the stories u wrote!!!, as right now u are my favorite author!!
That is a brilliant touch. Now we will have the opportunity to meet you personally. And if you don't tell us about yourself, we will have to ask Ted and Brad... lol
I look forward to each new day and a new chapter.
NIce addition there... your self to the story.
is there going to be more to the story cause this is grate! i never red anything this good in my life!
"Please," Neil said to me, "come in."
His extended hand guided me through the door into the entryway of his apartment. A large, patterned rug hung on the wall to the left, hiding white styrofoam. Probably soundproofing. Brad was standing in the livingroom, just to my right, petting a beautiful, cream-coloured dog which stood a bit above Brad's knees. Neil closed the door as he entered. When the dog saw me, a new round of barking began and she came toward me, limping as badly as her master.
"Sam!" the man scolded. Then, to me, he said, "Don't worry. She's gentle."
"You call her ‘Sam'?" Brad asked.
"Short for Samantha Morgan Dog," Neil said.
"No wonder you call her Sam," Brad smiled brightly.
Sam was no-longer barking and her tail was wagging energetically in response to my hearty scratching of her ears. She tilted her head into it. I turned to Neil. "Excuse me, where's my daughter?"
Neil stepped back to the entry door and indicated a doorway opposite. "Bathroom's right there," he said.
I saw the bathroom door immediately and walked there in just a few steps. A small kitchen opened to the right with a single window at the back and another door leading outside. Both were opened to let in the fresh air. There was no room in the kitchen for even a tiny dining table. I knocked on the door. "Sweetheart, are you okay?"
"I'm looking at a Reader's Digest, Daddy!" she called back. "There's lots of ‘em in here. And newspapers and everything!"
Typical bachelor's reading room. I smiled. "I'm coming in, Sweetheart," I said, and opened the door, closing it again as I stepped inside. Small bathroom. Lindsay was sitting on the toilet just ahead of me. The tub and shower were against the wall to my left, and a vanity sat against the wall just beyond Lindsay. Newspapers and advertising inserts lay over the side of the tub.
"Other people need to use this room, too, Sweetheart," I told her. "Are you finished yet?"
"Yup," she replied. "I just had to go pee."
"Well, come on, then," I said, taking the Digest from her and setting it on the vanity. When she was ready, I sent her out the door. "I'll be right there."
A quick piss, flush, and handwash and I was heading back to the livingroom. It wasn't a large room. A large green sofa covered with a blue blanket and a red afghan over the back cushions sat under a single window against the far wall. A rather cluttered coffee table sat in front of it. A computer table with wall shelves above it sat just to the left. The computer was turned on and a desktop picture of a man I didn't know filled the screen. The wall farthest from me, to the right of the sofa, opened into the single bedroom. The bed wasn't made. A wooden stand full of plants stood against the bedroom window at the front of the apartment There was a long shelf above the door upon which sat a number of very old glass bottles and a few snowman ornaments, plus a small sign which read, "So this isn't Home Sweet Home. Adjust".
On the wall opposite the sofa, just to my right, a huge, home-made, wooden entertainment unit and bookshelves covered most of the wall from floor to the very high ceiling. There were lots of books - encyclopaedias, old hardbacks, a number of paperbacks, and numerous coffee table books - and knick-knacks, as well as a small collection of DVDs. The highest shelves contained an assortment of jigsaw puzzles, ornaments, wicker baskets, and a large vase of flowers that seemed to be made of the same stuff from which Lindsay had made my coaster. The television was off, but a small stereo system sitting on a shelf below was playing Bach's Third Brandenburg concerto. On a shelf above the television were a VCR and DVD player. A large ceiling fan spun overhead.
Early hand-me-down decor. Thrift-shop chic.
"CFMX?" I commented, nodding to the stereo.
"Yes," Neil said. He was looking at Brad. Then he looked at me. "It's the only station I listen to."
"Excuse me," Brad said as he stepped between us on his way to the bathroom. Neil watched him go. Stared at him, actually. There was an odd look in his eyes - sad, perhaps - and he stared at the door even after I heard it close. I got the strangest feeling that he'd met Brad before. He took a deep breath and let it out again before returning his attention to me.
Lindsay was all over the dog. She looked at Neil. "Why is her leg bent like that?" she asked. It was obvious the dog had been injured. She stood upright on her left front leg, but her right leg was bent at the ankle and her entire foot lay almost flat on the carpeted floor.
"She was hit by a car a few years ago," Neil said. "The car ran over her leg. She was in a cast for a few months."
"Poor doggy," Lindsay said, giving her another hug. "Does it hurt?"
"No," Neil said. "It just makes it harder for her to walk, that's all."
"I had a cast on my arm," Lindsay said, holding it up for inspection. "It's all better now."
Neil smiled at her. "That's good." Then he said, "Would you like to give Sam a treat?"
"Can I!?" Lindsay loved dogs. I should consider getting her one now that she had a permanent home for a dog.
Neil seemed nervous, but not in a ‘nervous' way. I got the feeling that was the way he always was. I mean, his face didn't look nervous. He just shook slightly, and his movements were calculated and precise, as if he were planning them in his mind before he did them and was very conscious of them. He searched through the top bag of his grocery cart and pulled out a crinkling deli-wrap package. As he opened it, Sam escaped Lindsay's grasp and headed for her master. She knew that sound. Neil opened the package and pulled out four small pepperoni sticks.
Brad returned. "Please," Neil said to both of us. "Have a seat for a bit."
I had planned only on letting Lindsay use the bathroom, getting directions, and moving along, but I liked this man. I don't know what was wrong with him, causing his limp. I didn't ask. His life was simple and slow, but he seemed content with it and didn't seem to resent what life had handed him. He was taking it in stride and dealing as best he could. He may have been alone, but he didn't appear lonely. Our chance visit with him seemed to bring a welcomed break to an otherwise wearisome routine, so we found ourselves staying..
Brad and I sat on the sofa.
"I have to buy these for her each time I go shopping or she gets mad at me," Neil said smiling as he approached Lindsay, the dog following close behind. He broke two of the sticks into five bite- sized pieces as he walked. It looked odd, both master and dog limping like that. He set the pieces on the coffee table and set the other two sticks aside. "When you give them to her, just say ‘easy'."
"Okay," Lindsay said.
Neil took off his cap, smoothing out his thinning hair with a sweep of his hand, and sat on the chair in front of the computer with some effort and even more relief. He spun the chair around to face us.
"Mister?" Lindsay said as the dog happily munched on another piece of pepperoni. "Can I have a drink?"
"I don't have any pop," Neil said, "but I have milk or iced tea or cranberry juice." He started pushing himself out of the chair.
Ever to the rescue, Brad stood up. "I can get it," he said.
Neil settled back into the chair. "The glasses are in the corner cabinet to the right of the sink."
"What would you like, Lindsay?" Brad asked.
"Help yourself if you'd like some," Neil said. His eyes were locked on Brad's face. "There's plenty. Coffee there, too, or I can make tea if you prefer."
"Thanks," Brad replied. To me, he said, "Ted?"
"Iced tea if there's enough."
"There's more than enough," Neil said.
Brad turned to Neil. "Can I get you anything?"
"Nothing, thanks," he said. "I'm fine."
Brad left for the kitchen, and, again, the older man watched him go until he disappeared around the corner.
"So," Neil said as he turned back to me. "You're lost, eh?"
"We're trying to get to the zoo and the Lift Lock, and then the fireworks tonight. I'm not sure where we went today, but it certainly wasn't where we wanted to go."
He smiled knowingly. "Easy enough to get lost in Peterpatch. Streets don't match." He pushed himself out of the chair and moved to the sofa. Before he sat down, he grabbed up a small tray with a plastic tub of tobacco and a cigarette rolling machine which was sitting on the corner of the coffee table. He set it out of the way near his computer. "I see you don't smoke," he said. "Neither do I when I have visitors."
"Thank you," I said.
He sat down and reached toward a shelf below the coffee table. He located a folded map and handed it to me as he took off his glasses and exchanged them for another pair on the table.
The dog had finished her treats and was now lying on a large, cushioned rug just to the right of the bedroom door. Lindsay had joined Sam there and was petting her again. It had taken considerable effort for the dog to lie down and I suspected she was much older than she looked, and probably suffering from serious arthritis.
"How old is she?" I asked.
"I'm not exactly sure," Neil replied. "Thirteen, fourteen maybe."
"She's beautiful,' I told him.
I opened the map and began looking at it. Neil looked on from the side. "You only need to remember three streets," he said. He pointed to the map and his finger suddenly began to shake even more than it had before. More of a jerking motion, actually, as if he were trying to counteract each shake. "Sorry," he apologized, and pulled his hand back and set it into his lap to join his other hand. He took a deep breath.
I pointed to where he had pointed. "Here?"
"Yes. Now, move right to George Street." I did. "It runs one way south. The next street over is Water. It's one way north." I found them easily. "Now, go south a few blocks and find Hunter." Again, easily found. My finger traced his directions on the map. "Go east across the river to the canal. That's the Lift Lock. The zoo is way up on Water Street. Look for Riverview Park."
I found that easily, too. "We were so close to where I wanted to be," I said.
Brad returned with three glasses in his hands, letting Lindsay take one first before handing the other to me. Neil began to rise from the sofa.
"You're okay," Brad said. "There's plenty of room." He settled in beside me.
"The fireworks are down George Street at Little Lake," Neil said. "Look for Creary Park." Once I located the lake, it was easy finding the park. "Three streets," he added. "George, Water, and Hunter. His eyes returned to Brad.
"That's simple enough," I said as I folded the map again and began to replace it on the table shelf.
"Take it," Neil said. "I don't need it." He removed the black-rimmed glasses and exchanged them with the gold-coloured ones again.
"Thanks," I said and tucked it between myself and Brad.
"Are you a Stargate fan?" Brad asked our host. "I saw Daniel Jackson on your computer screen."
"Big fan," he said. Neil seemed lost in Brad's face. "I watch it in reruns every night. Pretty stupid for an old guy like me."
"It's not stupid," Brad said with his chipped-tooth smile. "I like the show, too. I always liked Jack O'Neill, though." Then the smile disappeared and he said, "Excuse me, but you keep staring at me."
Neil looked like he'd just been caught with his hand in the proverbial cookie jar. "I'm sorry," he said as he looked away. "I didn't even notice."
"I remind you of someone, don't I?" Brad asked. "It's like you already know me.
Neil looked at Brad again, then pushed himself out of the sofa, putting his hands on his knees to push himself upright. He circled the coffee table, stepped carefully over the dog's feet, and went into the bedroom. He opened a large, blue plastic container sitting on the floor and pulled out a crumpled shoe box and carried it back into the livingroom. He returned to the computer chair and opened the box. I could see him rifling through an assortment of photos before pulling out two of them. He held them out to me and I stretched to reach for them.
Brad and I looked at them, then we looked at each other, and finally back to Neil. "He looks just like me," Brad said in astonishment.
"Can I see, Daddy?" Brad handed the photos to Lindsay. The dog lifted her head off Lindsay's lap, sniffed at the photos, then settled her head back onto her new friend's leg.
Brad looked at Neil again, and the older man looked away. Brad's voice was gentle and caring. "You loved him, didn't you? When you look at me, you have the same look in your eyes that Ted has when he looks at me, but it's sadder somehow."
"Yes," Neil admitted. He sighed deeply and settled back against the chair.
Brad's hand found mine and clutched it tightly. "He didn't love you back," Brad said.
Neil shook his head and raised his eyebrows. "No, he didn't. He couldn't." He looked back into Brad's green eyes. "He was about your age when I met him back in ‘83. Nineteen. I was thirty- two." Brad's hand squeezed mine even tighter. "He's shorter than you, though. A lot shorter. And his eyes are a different colour. . ." He smiled timidly. "And he doesn't have a chipped tooth. But ‘yes', you are very much like he was when he was your age."
The photos flashed into my mind again. The resemblance had been astonishing and had extended to the midsection as well. Neil's friend wasn't quite as blessed as Brad, but it was still quite impressive. "Where is he now?" I asked.
"I don't know. I haven't seen him for a few years. But that's life. You live with it or you let it get you down."
Until that moment, I hadn't realized how lucky I was. The similarities in our lives were eerily similar, but that's where they stopped. I had found love, and it had found me. Neil would probably never find it. He had only his memories of long ago and what might have been.
"Would you like to join us today?" Brad asked.
Neil smiled as he sat back down. "No," he said. "But thanks for asking. I can't do that anymore. Too much standing and walking."
"I'm sorry," Brad said.
Neil simply smiled and shrugged. "I do what I can. Just can't do that."
We should have left then. We had things to do, but we ended up staying for almost another hour and another glass of iced tea. Neil still didn't drink anything.
"Did you make the flowers?" Lindsay asked, pointing to the vase on the shelf.
"Yes, I did," Neil said. "A long time ago."
"It's plastic canvas, isn't it?"
"I only make flat things," Lindsay said. "I hope I can do stuff like that some day."
"The clock above you is plastic canvas, too." Lindsay looked up. "If you practice enough, you can do things like that as well." He paused a moment, then his face brightened. "I have something for you," Neil said. He pushed himself out of the chair again and made his way once more into the bedroom. He returned a moment later with a bird house, all stitched in blues and whites and tans. It was in the shape of a Swiss chalet and small enough to sit on a shelf. A bird was perched outside the circular hatchway. He handed it to Lindsay.
Lindsay ran her fingers over the stitching, examining the bird house, front and back. She poked gently at the bird and found that it actually moved. "It's so pretty," she said. Her eyes were wide with wonder and excitement.
"I made this for my mother a long time ago," Neil said. "When she died a few years ago, I got it back. I'd like you to have it." There was no sadness in his voice when he spoke of her.
"Sweetheart," I said, "I think you should give it back."
"Please, Ted," the older man said, "I'd like her to have it. It just sits on my dresser." He smiled at Lindsay. "You keep it and enjoy it." Then he walked back to his chair and sat down.
"Thank you, Neil," Lindsay said.
We talked for awhile. Brad and Neil got into a pleasant discussion about this Stargate programme and Brad teased him lightly about his obsession with Daniel Jackson and asked how he felt about Jonas Quinn. Neil's eyebrows raised high on his head and a small grin crossed his face. He motioned Brad to the computer. He clicked an icon, quickly bringing up a word processing program. He found the file he wanted and opened it. He scrolled down the page and Brad skimmed it over his shoulder.
"You wrote a story about Daniel and Jonas?"
Neil's smile was rather embarrassed. "Two of them, actually. I always thought they belonged together. Besides, it passes time and keeps this old brain moving."
"I'd like to read it sometime," Brad said with genuine interest.
"It's online in a forum I belong to," Neil said as he handed Brad a small note pad and pen. "‘justusboys dot com'."
I don't think Brad wanted to leave any more than I did, but Lindsay was getting antsy and anxious to see what we had come to Peterborough to see. After another toidy break, we left, hoping this wouldn't be the last time we saw this man. Neil and Sam stood on the front porch, watching us as we walked to the corner, Lindsay clutching her bird house in her arms. We turned for one final, happy wave and ‘goodbye' from us and a cheery ‘take care, eh?' from Neil, and then we were gone.
* * * * *
I was surprised to see how close we had been to our goal without even knowing it. Another block would have taken us there. But it was like all the forgotten maps and the ‘uh ohs' and dead ends and wrong turns and zigzags had taken us to find Neil. I didn't really believe in fate, but I'm sure now that fate had a hand in this. Whatever it was, we were destined to meet him, and Brad and I were forever changed by meeting him. My love for Brad shot into orbit when I realized how lucky I had been that he had chosen to love me back.
* * * * *
With Brad reading the map, we found the Lift Lock easily enough. We got there just as a tourist boat was pulling into the tank at the bottom level. More small watercraft waited to board, but there was little room left in the large tank. The other tank, at the top level, already had boats bobbing in it.
The lock looked like a concrete castle with side-by-side drawbridges and square towers on either side. A round, red-roofed tower divided the tanks. The gigantic tanks took the place of the drawbridges - one at the lower level and the other at the top. A huge metal cylinder held up the upper tank.
We watched the gates close, locking the boats in place, and then the upper tank began to sink. As it did, the lower tank slowly rose out of the water. It looked like a giant swimming pool balanced on a gigantic, metal pedestal. The tanks moved slowly at first, and I thought it would take forever for them to exchange positions, but suddenly they began to move much more swiftly. I could imagine the rush the people on the boats felt. For those in the top level, it would be like riding down in an elevator and suddenly having the cables cut away.
We waited and watched the full process from beginning to end again before getting back in the car and heading out to find the zoo. The drive to it was pleasant for a Sunday afternoon. Following the map, I improvised a bit and took the scenic route out, following the meandering river. As we crossed the bridge to rejoin Water Street, we could see Trent University to our right. All concrete. I think it would look rather depressing in the rain.
The zoo was pretty crowded, even though the streets weren't, and Lindsay ran from exhibit to exhibit with Brad and I tagging along as best we could. We came across a small orchestra playing music for the visitors in a small circular courtyard. We found a place to sit on the rim of a huge fountain set into the pathway and Brad went to a small concession stand nearby to get us each an ice cream cone.
"Daddy," Lindsay asked. "Why didn't Neil want to come with us?"
"I don't think he could, Sweetheart," I told her. "He has trouble walking and he wouldn't have been able to keep up with us." I smiled at her. "Especially you."
"I could walk slower," she offered.
"I'm not sure that would have helped, Sweetheart."
She took a few licks from her cone and said, "I hope we see him again. I liked him."
"I do, too, Sweetheart." But I wasn't sure if we ever would.
Fortunately for Lindsay, I'd had the forethought to pack a few changes of clothes for her. When we finally found the playground, Lindsay headed first for the wading pool. She had on her shorts and a light blouse, so all she had to do was to take off her shoes and socks. She spent a half hour in there, splashing around and playing with the other children, before hitting all the tunnel slides and swings and all the jungle gyms and all the other things Peterborough had given her to play on, and all at the cost of a single ice cream cone.
Lindsay was changed into a dry pair of shorts and blouse and I'd brushed the wetness out of her hair. It dried in no time at all. It wasn't hard finding a place to eat supper. There were plenty of restaurants around now that we didn't need one in a hurry and I let Lindsay choose. Fortunately, she picked a family restaurant where I could order something other than a burger and fries.
We arrived early for the outdoor concert and there was already a sizeable crowd there. Many were sitting in lawn chairs, but a lot of people were standing. Brad set up our two chairs where Lindsay would have a good view of the stage, and then we sat and waited. Lindsay sat in my lap. Before the concert started, Brad went to the concession stand there and bought pops for each of us and several bags of potato chips and a barrel of popcorn. We munched away as the concert unfolded.
It was quite enjoyable, even for the adults attending, and Lindsay was enraptured by it. When the concert finally ended, we were alerted to move to the lake for the boat show and fireworks display. Brad carried the chairs and I carried Lindsay. It was dark by then.
The boat show was nothing like I had expected it would be. Music played in the background and the small sailing boats danced a ballet in the water. The sails were furled, but white twinkle lights trimmed everything - the boat, the spar, the boom, and all the rigging. We could barely hear the outboard motors running. I was very impressed, and Lindsay watched in total fascination. The fireworks which followed were equally impressive.
As we walked back to find our car in the shopping centre parking lot across the street from the lake, Lindsay wrapped her arm around my neck and curled into my chest, resting her cheek there. I knew she wouldn't be awake much longer. Brad returned the lawn chairs to the trunk as I buckled Lindsay into the back seat. I gave her a kiss and handed her a pillow. "Thank you, Daddy," she said. "I love you."
"I love you, too, Sweetheart." I gave her another kiss and closed the door. She propped the pillow between her head and the side window. By the time I got behind the wheel, she was sound asleep, her cherished bird house clutched gently in her arms.
* * * * *
I had to wake Lindsay up to go to the bathroom, but that was it for her. She was asleep again before I crossed the hall into her bedroom. I changed her, tucked her in, kissed her goodnight, and went to bed myself.
Brad was already there. He'd unloaded the car, then locked up the house for the night. I stripped and climbed into bed and Brad climbed into my arms.
"I thought I loved you before today," he said softly. "I didn't realize just how much until this afternoon."
"I know," I told him. "I feel the same way. I couldn't believe how much his friend looked like you. Even the hair was the same."
"Did you notice that we were both about the same ages they were when they met?"
"Deja vu," I said. "It was like I was looking at my own future, except that you were with me and I wasn't all alone."
"I can't see myself being anywhere except with you, Ted. I don't want to be anywhere else."
We were quiet for awhile, just holding each other. "I wish I had got his address, or at least his phone number," I said.
"I saw his name on a phone bill on the coffee table," Brad said. "I can look it up."
I kissed him then. "I love you so much, Bradley Hayes."
"I love you, too, Ted."
We kissed again.
Before we fell asleep, Brad said, "Did you set the alarm clock?"
To Be Continued
One of my "smaller" fascinations, with Alfred Hitchcock's work, has been to spot his quick cameo appearances in each of his films.
And, in his more recent novels, Clive Cussler manages to show up about 3/4 of the way through his stories.
But, you have far surpassed either of those. You have invited us into your home, and allowed us to meet you and Sam. THANK YOU!!
Huge Hugs, Neil! HUGE HUGS!!
WISDOM is the Knowledge you've gained ... After you could have used it! _Me
I just found this story and read it from its start up till this point, laughing and crying as I'm sure so many others have.
I hope that Brad and Ted and all the other important people in their lives are with us for a long time to come. I wish I could know them all personally - this is at least the next best thing. Thank you for bringing them into our lives.
You have a gift and I thank you so much for sharing it with us.
Neil.....it was a pleasure to meet you (in the story), and I'm sure it would be a real pleasure to meet you in person. Your chapters just keep getting better and better!!!!
Thank you again and as always,
u realy had me on the edge! keep it up! your work is unbelivable good! my complaments all go to neil.
I have been away for a few days, and just finished with Chapter 24. I can't wait to finish reading the rest of the chapters!
The Three Musketeers... Bashful, Chrisglass, and Ronboy!
Life with Brad changed after our visit to Peterborough. Sex changed, too. It's hard to explain how. It wasn't just sex anymore. Everything we did became an affirmation of our love for each other. Even a simple kiss became a promise to our future. I think Brad was most affected by the visit. Until he'd met me, he'd been alone, and I think he felt as if he'd always be alone. What he'd seen in Neil's eyes made him realize that he might have ended up the same way, sitting alone in a small apartment buying pepperoni sticks for his dog. We were all affected by the visit, but I don't think anyone was more affected than Brad.
Lindsay proudly showed Grandma and Grandpa her bird house, and Cali and Mags gave her all the expected ‘oos' and ‘ahs'. Tyler didn't particularly care. Brad found the forum and Neil's stories. He's printed them off and showed them to me on Monday night. He'd also found Neil's phone number and address through Canada 411. I didn't know you could do that. Brad would have to teach me more about the internet.
Our neighbourhood trio became regular night-time visitors over the next week, showing up after dinner for a dip in the pool. Brad no-longer felt shy about his Speedo and Mags was no-longer shy about seeing him in it. All the hard work in the front yard had hardened him even further and he was beautifully tanned. Cost me a fortune in sun screen. By Wednesday, Tyler didn't need anyone to start him off anymore and he didn't even wear his water wings in the pool. And he could float on his back!
By the week's end, giving Brad a blowjob was something I could do easily. Each time, I grew more accustomed to his size and each time there was less discomfort for me. Brad didn't cry anymore, but he was just as excited when he slid into my throat as he had been that first time. I made love to him, of course, and he enjoyed that. But, once you describe it, there's not much else you can say about it except that it happened. Blowjobs are different, and you can do different things and describe them in different ways, but how many ways can you describe ‘in and out'? Still, though, we enjoyed the one activity which had brought us together in the first place. Brad still liked jerking off, and I still liked watching him do it.
That's what we were doing that Friday night. Lindsay was at Grandma's and Grandpa's for the weekend, and Tyler was off with his father. Cali and Mags were making good use of their time alone and went out for dinner and to the movies. Brad and I were enjoying our time alone.
It was dark except for the soft lights of the solar lamps which cast its warm glow over the bubbling hot tub. Classical music played gently in the background, the sound coming from small weather-proof speakers which Brad had installed under the eaves of the house.
The water was hot, and Brad was hotter. He sat beside me, my arm over his shoulders and holding him. His hard cock was poking out of the water, pointing at his chest. His hand appeared regularly as he stroked himself from the base of his shaft to the head. As much as Brad enjoyed sex with me, he still enjoyed sex with himself and I still liked watching him do it.
He was well-settled into his rhythm and his hand was moving smoothly over himself. We were looking at each other and his eyes told me what he was feeling. Brad enjoyed jerking off in the hot tub. The bubbling water did things to his balls that his fingers couldn't do. My own hand worked my own joint beneath the surface of the water. There was just me and Brad and his cock. And then there was. . .
Cali's voice scared the hell out of both of us. My head jerked around toward her, just in time to see Mags disappearing behind the privacy fence. Cali was standing there, grinning. Brad was shouting, "Gee-sus, Mur. . ." The rest was just blubbering as his head disappeared under water.
Cali just stood there, smiling, waiting for Brad to reappear. He did, eventually, but only his head. He spit out a mouthful of water and said anxiously, "Could you go away, please?" I'm sorry, I can't describe his face at that moment. There were so many things going on with it, so many expressions being shown in it. I think you can imagine it yourself, though.
"Oh, I don't think so, Honey," Cali said with a mischievous grin as she began unbuttoning her blouse. "It's time we all pull our heads our of our asses and stop being strangers."
Brad held his hand up, palm outward. "You can't come in here!" he shouted.
"Why, isn't there any room left with that thing in there with you?" She pulled off her blouse, revealing her bikini top beneath. She suddenly became very serious when she spoke again. All her smiles had disappeared. "Bradley, you're my friend, and I love you dearly. You're the sweetest boy I've ever met in my life. I'm sorry I embarrassed you just now and I can understand why. But we're. . ." She looked around for Mags. "Mags? Get in here!"
Mags appeared slowly and stood beside Cali. "I'm sorry, Brad," she said sheepishly, "for embarrassing you. I've never seen a man doing that before."
Brad gave her a weak smile. "That's okay," he said. "I shouldn't have been doing it out here."
"That's my point, Bradley," Cali continued. "We're the trespassers here, but we're also your friends. We've seen you now. Or, at least, more of you. This was bound to happen sooner or later. You can't hide something like that forever. You and Ted can't be yourselves in your own home, on your own property, if you're always looking over your shoulders wondering if someone is going to see what you're doing."
She stopped talking for a moment, still holding her blouse in her hands as she looked back and forth between me and Brad. "If you want us to leave, we'll go. But, I'll tell you right now, you won't find two better friends than us where you can be totally safe and free to be yourselves, whether or not you have clothes on, or what you're doing together. No-one around here will ever understand you better."
Brad looked up at me. I nodded my assent. He was still sitting mostly under water, his arm hooked over my leg, my own arm resting around his shoulders once more.
"Would you like us to leave?"
Brad pulled himself up, sitting beside me once again on the tub seat. He'd lost his hardon. "No," he said quietly. "You can stay."
"Would you like to at least finish what you were doing?"
I could see Brad blushing, even in the glow of the solar lights. "No," he said, his head hanging and shaking back and forth. But he was smiling a timid smile.
Cali finished stripping down to her bikini as Mags began pulling off her own clothes, revealing her own two-piece suit. Cali climbed in opposite us.
"I'm happy to know you trust us enough, Bradley," Cali said.
"I've always trusted you, Cali," Brad said. "I just felt so stupid being caught jer. . . um. . . well, you know."
Mags was climbing into the tub, taking one of the other seats.
"I'm surprised you can keep your hands off it, personally," Cali said with a wink. "Either of you." She held out her arm and shifted herself to the side. "Over here, Mags. That looks like fun." Mags hesitated. "Come on, Sweetie."
I reached behind me and pulled the last two beers out of the case and handed them to Cali. Mags settled in beside Cali and Cali's arm draped itself around her shoulders. It took a few minutes, but Mags began to relax and feel more comfortable. Before long, she was cuddling with Cali and feeling much more at home.
"Brad?" Mags said a short time later. "Can I ask you a personal question?"
"Um. . . Does it hurt when you do that?"
"No," Brad said, somewhat surprised.
"I've known that men masturbate, but I always thought it would hurt them, especially because you're. . . um . . ."
"So big?" Brad offered.
"Well, yes." She paused. "And you can make yourself have an orgasm just by doing that?"
Mags looked at Cali. "I feel like I've spent my whole life being locked in a cold, dark basement."
"You did, Sweetie, until I found where your parents hid the key."
Mags did something then which I'm sure surprised Brad as much as it surprised me. She leaned forward and gave Cali an extremely sensitive kiss. Brad's hand found my own hand underwater and squeezed it tightly.
When they finally ended the kiss, Mags said, "I'm closing that basement door forever, Cali." She turned to face Brad and me. "Besides Cali and Tyler, you two are the only friends I have in this world. I don't know what you do together. I've never even seen a real naked man until tonight. Only in pictures. I've come to care for you a great deal, and I'm not going to let my past keep me from enjoying my future with you. I won't allow embarrassment stop me anymore. All my life, I've been terrified of who I am. Of what I am. I've always been terrified of men, but you two don't frighten me at all anymore. I want to know things. I want to do things. I want to walk in the rain without an umbrella. I want to live life the way other people do. And I want you to teach me how."
We were all stunned to silence. Since we'd met her, Mags hadn't said as many words as she did that night. I swallowed the growing lump in my throat and Cali dabbed at the tears in her eyes with the back of her finger. Mags stood up and carefully approached us, nudging her way past our feet. She gave each of us a big hug and a kiss on the cheek. "Will you help me?" she asked.
"Of course we will," I said, and we each gave her a kiss in return.
Mags became an entirely different person that night.
* * * * *
We discovered, following Mags' magnificent speech, that she and Cali had gone to see the latest box office hit, but it had been sold out and they decided to give us a surprise visit us instead of sitting home alone. We talked and we joked and we laughed and we drank beer and we had one of the best nights together since we'd met. Our friendships grew with each passing minute.
Mags asked questions and we answered them as best we could. "Do you have erections now?" she asked at one point.
"No," I answered.
"But, don't you always get erections when you're naked?"
"Not always," I told her.
"Huh," Mags grunted.
"I bet the bubbles feel good, though," Cali said. She turned her back to Mags. "Unhook me, Sweetie?" To us, she said, "You don't mind, do you, boys? Fair's fair."
"No," I said and Brad shook his head.
Mags hesitated a moment longer, then reached up and unhooked Cali's bikini top. Cali slid it off and set it on the deck before leaning back against the tub. She wasn't a large woman - as blessed in the breast department as I am in the dick department. Mags and Brad, however, were similarly blessed.
Oddly enough, Cali's small action had less of an impact than I would have expected. I could look at her without a single tingle in my nuts. She was a pretty woman, but that's all I saw now. Just thinking about Brad or the boy in the roller blades could send the blood flowing, but there was no reaction whatsoever to Cali. Her little action had sealed my future. If there were any doubts before, there were none now. I was gay and that was that. My life would never be the same again.
Now, beer may go directly to the brain, but it detours through the bladder first, and mine was getting desperately full. Mags didn't even blink when I swallowed my pride. "I'm sorry to have to subject you to this torture, but this boy has to visit the little boy's room." I climbed out of the tub and headed for the bathroom. I was still pissing when Brad entered and joined me. He was still just as naked as I was.
"I'm glad you got out first," he said. "I've been dying out there ever since they showed up, especially after I lost my hardon."
"Any comments when you stood up?"
"Cali whistled. Mags just looked."
"Maybe we should put on swimsuits before we go back."
"Don't bother!" Cali's voice came through the door. "Just hurry up and get your asses out of there! We're lining up to get in!"
I chuckled lightly and tried to hurry my piss. I finished before Brad. He still had a long way to go. Pun intended, of course. I washed my hands and grabbed a couple of towels from the linen closet. Mags and Cali had brought their own. I waited for Brad to finish and we left together.
As Cali pushed past us, Mags hot on her tail, she said, "Grab more beer on your way out." The door closed behind them.
Brad went into the basement to get another two-four from the fridge we kept down there. We were already sitting in the hot tub when Cali and Mags returned. Mags had a towel wrapped around her shoulders.
"I hope you don't mind," she said. "I was chilly and I got this from your linen closet."
"No problem," I said.
They climbed into the tub again. "You know, Bradley," Cali said, "it's a good thing Michelangelo didn't use you to model for David. I don't think he could have found a big enough piece of marble to do you justice." She glanced at me. "Doesn't it scare you, Teddy?"
"Not anymore," I answered truthfully.
"No offense, Bradley, but it would scare the hell out of me."
"That's what everyone said until I met Ted."
"Oh, come on, Bradley," Cali said as she sat up straight. "You can't tell me you didn't have people crawling all over you."
"None that I wanted to have anything to do with," Brad said, a touch of sadness in his voice. "Those I was interested in said what you. . ." His voice trailed off into silence.
Cali's voice was soft and sincere. "I'm sorry, Brad. I shouldn't have said what I did."
"That's okay," Brad said. "Don't worry about it." His smile returned.
Cali settled back against the tub.
"And then Ted came along and he wasn't afraid of you," Mags said.
"Oh, I was afraid, Mags," I told her. "But when you fall in love with someone, the fear goes away if you want it to."
"That is so romantic," Mags said quietly. "I'm so happy I met the two of you." Then she smiled. "My fear is going away now, too." She raised her beer bottle. "To best friends?"
We all raised our own bottles. "To best friends," we said in unison, and we sealed it with a gulp of Labatt's.
The party went on until well past two in the morning. After Cali and Mags went home, Brad and I went to bed and finished what we'd begun several hours earlier.
* * * * *
The next morning, before I joined Brad in the yard to continue the landscaping, I made the reservations. I phoned Bernice and set up the date for her to watch Lindsay for me. In two weeks, I would be spending the weekend at Niagara Falls with Brad. I didn't tell him, though. Bernice promised she wouldn't say anything, either. That was one of ‘my little secrets' and I wanted to surprise him with it.
* * * * *
Brad worked like an ox all weekend and, with my meager help, as well as a bit of effort from Cali and Mags, we finished all the stonework for the new garden. The serpentine retaining walls for the raised gardens were finished and a thick layer of bark chips was placed in Lindsay's garden, making a small, circular patio for her right under her bedroom window. Another retaining wall surrounding the bark chips stepped itself up from the patio entrance to the foundation of the house. He'd already shown me the cedar swing set he'd bought, but he wouldn't tell me about the special surprise. I'd have to wait to see that when Lindsay did.
Saturday night, Cali and Mags took us out for dinner and a movie. I'd bought another case of beer on the way. We hit the hot tub again afterward. Cali had grabbed towels out of the linen closet and joined us outside. The case of beer sat opened on the deck.
Brad and I stripped down, and so did Cali this time. Mags kept her bra and panties, though. At least for awhile. She'd been in the tub for only about half an hour when she said, "And the basement door slams shut behind me." She removed her final articles of clothing and tossed them to the patio along with her other clothes.
Like I said earlier, a whole new person. . .
I wasn't very surprised that sitting next to Brad and holding him was more exciting to me than the naked ladies in sitting in front of me. I'm not sure when I stopped looking at women as sexual, but I believe it was around the time I realized that just thinking about Brad could give me a hardon.
We were all becoming very comfortable with each other.
"You don't joke with me much anymore," Brad said suddenly to Cali.
"No," he said. "You used to tease me all the time."
"Well, Bradley," she said, "it's not easy making jokes about a naked man when he's more deserving of compliments than jokes. Besides, I'm afraid you'd pop a rod or something and poke my eye out."
"What in hell do you shove up your ass for ballast?" Cali asked. "Something has to keep that thing from floating you to the surface."
"Okay, okay." Brad chuckled louder. Even Mags was giggling.
"Let me know if you get a hardon. I'll go home and get my climbing gear."
"Okay! That's enough!" Brad was laughing, now, and so was I.
"Just don't spin around too fast when you stand up. Those balls of yours could KO all of us in the first round."
"Stop!" That was from Mags.
"Does your cum take a train or a bus? I know it's too damned far to walk."
The only way Brad could get her to stop was to plant a big kiss on her lips, and he was laughing all the time he did. Cali began to shake and I could tell she was laughing as well.
"Okay, you two," I said jokingly. "That's enough."
Cali's arm came around Brad's neck and held him there.
"Come on, break it up." I suppose I would have sounded more serious if I wasn't laughing so hard.
"Okay, that's it!" I stood up, grabbed Brad around the chest and pulled him away from Cali. He was still laughing when I spun him around to face me.
"Ooooo," he said. "Teddy's jealous!"
I grabbed his head and pulled his face to mine. It was supposed to be a small kiss. Just a joke. Just for fun. It changed when Brad's arms came around me and pulled me to him. Cali and Mags disappeared from existence as my arms wrapped themselves around Brad. His chest pressed against mine. He held me so tightly that I could feel his heart beating. There was only me and Brad and the music in the night.
Blood flowed into my cock and I could feel it growing. I could feel Brad's growing, too. It pressed against me, and then Brad was pushing at my shoulders. His expression was desperate. "I've got to sit down," he whispered. "Fast."
I backed up a step and sat down. Brad's hand moved to his cock, holding it down. It was growing rapidly. He stepped forward and sank into the water before he turned to sit beside me.
"Shit," he said under his breath.
Mags and Cali were looking at us. "That was so romantic," Mags said.
But Cali's face was watching Brad. I looked over at him. There was a frightened, embarrassed look in his face, but his eyes showed pain. "It's okay, Bradley," Cali said softly. "Let it go."
Brad's head jerked up, looking at her. His eyes opened wide. "What!?"
"You're hurting yourself," she said. "Let it go."
Brad looked at me, hoping to find an answer that only he could give. He looked back to Cali.
She was smiling gently now, and her face was full of understanding. "Let it go, Bradley."
I actually heard Brad swallow, and then I felt his right arm moving slightly. His cockhead broke the surface of the water and rose like a tower until it was standing against his belly.
"Oh, my," Mags said, but she didn't look away.
Cali simply looked at it for a few moments, then rose out of the water, approached Brad, and gave him a light kiss on the cheek. "There," she said. "You never have to be embarrassed by it again. No more secrets." To me, she said, "I'm going to take Mags inside and make a pot of coffee so you can help Bradley with that. We'll be waiting inside when you're finished."
Without another word, she turned, grasped Mags by the hand and pulled her to her feet. They stepped out of the tub, gathered their clothes and towels, and disappeared around the fence. A few moments later, we heard the clicking of the sliding door latch as it closed.
"Oh, God," Brad said.
My arm went around his shoulder. "It's okay, Brad," I said to him. "They understand."
Brad looked at me. "No, Ted," he said hoarsely. "It's not that! I'm going to cum!"
I suddenly knew he wasn't kidding. His eyes told me so. I got my mouth over the tip just as the first blast erupted from it. I slid my mouth over the head and sucked and swallowed. Brad's groan of release filled the night. "Oh, God!" he croaked.
I took everything he had to give, and then I held him there until he began to soften. When I pulled my mouth away at last, Brad stood up, grasped me under the arms, and lifted me to the deck. He sank between my legs and siphoned my cock into him. It took me longer to cum, but it was worth the wait. Brad was greedy in accepting it, and, when it was over, he held me in his mouth until I was completely soft. Then he sat on the deck beside me and hugged me.
* * * * *
Mags and Cali were dressed and Mags had a towel wrapped around her shoulders when we entered. Both Brad and I had towels wrapped around our waists.
"I guess we should get dressed," Brad said.
"Don't bother," Cali said as she looked around. "No more secrets, remember? Now, get your asses over here and have some coffee." She went to pour us a mug each.
We tossed our clothes on the sofa and sat at the table. Brad sat across from Mags.
"I would have liked to have stayed for the grand finale," Cali said, "but I had to go pee."
I wasn't going to say anything. Brad did. "You almost saw it," he said.
Cali returned, carrying two mugs of steaming coffee.
Brad reached for the mugs and took them, setting one in front of me. "Yeah," he said. "You barely got through the door."
"Wow," Cali said as she sat down again. "My kiss did that to you?"
Brad's head dipped down as he spooned sugar into his coffee. "Sorry. It was Ted's."
"Oh," Mags said. "That's so romantic."
"Lay off with the ‘romantic' shit, Mags," Cali scolded.
"Well, I'm sorry, Cal," Mags said. "I think it's very sweet that Ted could do that to Brad with just a kiss."
"Hey," Cali said suddenly, "there's no funny little white puddles floating around out there, is there?"
"No," I assured her.
"Then don't kiss me until you've brushed your teeth."
Brad and I laughed. Mags said, "I don't get it."
Cali put on her best ‘Mr. Rogers' voice. "Can you say ‘blowjob'? I knew you could."
"Oh," Mags said as she looked at the table. It took a moment for the connection to be made. She sat back in her chair and uttered a very long ‘ewww!'
"Take it easy, Mags. They do their thing and we do ours."
Mags looked at Cali, then to us. "Oh, I'm sorry." Her hand reached out to my arm. "I didn't mean to offend you."
"No offense taken, Mags." I patted her hand before she withdrew it.
"You mean you actually swallow Brad's. . . um. . ."
"Semen," I said. "Yes."
She looked at Brad. "And you swallow Ted's?"
She turned back to me again. "I've never seen a man have an orgasm. Is there a lot?"
"From me, no," I told her. "From Brad, yes. A whole lot."
Her eyes turned to Brad. "Well, that doesn't surprise me." We started laughing again. "Oh! I'm sorry! I didn't mean. . ."
Cali grabbed Mag's hand. "Relax, Sweetie," she said. "It's okay."
Mags looked down at her mug. "Sometimes I feel so stupid."
"Don't feel that way, Mags," I said to her.
She looked into my eyes. "Thanks, Ted," she said. "But I am stupid in a lot of things. I didn't even know what to do until Cal came along. I want to understand, I really do. I don't understand a lot of your jokes because I don't understand them."
"Well," Cali said with a smirk, "ask them nicely and they might show you."
"Oh, no, Cal. I don't think I could watch them do that."
I saw Brad turn his head toward me and I looked into his green eyes. I had an idea what he was thinking. I mouthed the word ‘album'. Brad nodded slightly. "Are you sure?"
"They've seen everything else," he said. I nodded. Brad turned to face Mags. "We have pictures if you'd like to see them."
"Of you two?" she said. "Doing it?"
"Is the semen there, too?"
"Yes," he said.
Mags looked at Cali. "It's your choice, Sweetie," Cali said.
Mags turned to me again. "I want to understand," she said quietly, "but if I don't like looking at them. . ."
"You can stop anytime you want."
She thought for a long moment, staring down at her coffee mug. "Okay," she said finally, "I think I'd like to see them."
Brad stood up. "I'll get them." He disappeared toward the bedroom.
"I hope I'm not prying into something very personal," Mags said timidly.
"They were meant just for us, but what the heck." I said. "Just don't laugh too loud when you see me."
Cali winked. "We won't. How did you take them?"
"Some on the digital camera, but most of them on the movie camera, then we just took screen caps of them and printed them off the computer."
"I'm going to have to get me one of those things," she said with a wink and a grin.
Brad returned with the album and set it on the table, turning it toward Mags. "Would you like us to leave?" he asked politely.
"No," Mags said. "I might have questions I want to ask."
The album was divided into three sections. The first was photos of both Brad and myself in various states of dress and undress, including his latest Speedo poses. The second section was all Brad. He was naked in all of them and masturbating in most of them, including giving himself head and many orgasmic close-ups. Several photos clearly showed the splatters on the wall. The last section contained photos of our mutual love-making. There were photos of me fucking Brad, but, of course, none of him fucking me. I'd just learned how to give him a blowjob. I wasn't quite ready to take it up the ass yet.
We weren't certain how Mags was going to react. I was ready to head for a mop and pail if necessary, but she seemed to take it all in stride after her initial shock, especially when she got to Brad's jerk-off and our love-making sessions. Mags looked at every page, every picture. She asked questions and we answered them. There were many questions, but only one comment.
She was looking at the pages of Brad having an orgasm. One photo in particular captured her attention. Brad was sitting against the headboard of the bed. Both hands were wrapped around his cock and his chest and face were already splattered with cum. A huge splatter was on the wall behind him. The photo captured a solid stream erupting from him, ready to land on his chin.
"I think I could watch that," she said quietly. I'm not at all sure she even knew she'd said it. It seemed more of an ‘out loud' thought than a statement.
When Mags finally closed the album, she sat back in her chair. "I can't believe I'm twenty-seven years old and I never knew this world existed."
"You didn't even know your world existed, Sweetie," Cali said.
Mags nodded, then looked at both Brad and me. "Thank you," she said sincerely. "I understand a lot more now, and it doesn't frighten me anymore."
"I just want to know how you get that thing in your mouth!" Cali said.
"Practice," I told her. "Lots and lots of very pleasurable practice."
"Not that you're a slouch in the pecker parade, Ted," Cali added.
I shrugged. "I know when I'm licked."
"I bet you do, Sweetie."
We laughed, and Mags laughed, too. "I got it!" she shouted gleefully. "I really got it!"
As the laughter died down, Mags pushed the album toward me, breathed in a deep breath, and pulled her shoulders back. I believe her cold, dark basement was now becoming a distant memory.
To Be Continued
Whoa. I never thought Ted would actually show them the album.
Is the Niagara thing the one in the shoebox? And is that thing and the shoebox (or the Niagara thing if that's not it) the other secret?
Time for my own 'Whoa!' But I'll stick an exclamation mark on the end of mine.Originally Posted by mushka
I've already written the 'Niagara thing'. You'll just have to wait and see. However, I shall remind you that Ted has 2 secrets now.
But, thanks for asking.
As for the album, I didn't know they would show it, either. I had no plans for it. However, like most of the rest of the story, it happened naturally as I was writing it, so I left it in.
I don't know what I'm going to write when I sit down at the keyboard in the morning. I may have ideas, but I write around them and not to them. I would say about 95% of this story has been spontaneous. I just go back over it to clean it up. I can think of only two times that I've deleted what was written and started over again.
Believe it or not, this story was never intended to expand beyond Brad's bedroom window.
Can you post a warning, *contains nude female/lezzie content*?
This chapter was a real hardon killer for me.
Sure hope the guys don't get a yeast infection from the *female sex organs*.
That reminds me to post on the Toronto Jub Meet that the pool/spa/BBQ is a *guyz only event*
Sorry. That certainly wasn't my intention. It was intended to advance their friendships and to confirm Ted and Brad's relationship.Originally Posted by sheep
I'll do my best not to let it happen again.
At least I didn't have Brad coming home and finding Ted banging some secretary in their bed.
The "Lezzie content" wasnt bad, I do think it enhanced their friendships.
Well written, I cant wait to read more
neil, how in the hell u came up with the jokes!! i cannot stop laugh because it is so funny!! i like the joke "Just don't spin around too fast when you stand up. Those balls of yours could KO all of us in the first round." this is my favorite line!1
Neil: I like the development of the story, and I think it's good that you don't let yourself dictate to much on how to continue the story. You've made a great story so far and I trust you to make it just as enjoyable in the coming chapters.
With that said, I want to say that I disagree with Ted about there not being many ways to describe 'in and out'.
Having extremely limited personal experience in the matter (i.e. once passive, zero active), Ted's ability to describe the old 'in-out' must develop with my own.Originally Posted by gekko513
So far, both Ted and I limited to describing this:
I am all caught up now! WOW! You have this Musketeer's undying devotion and attention!
The Three Musketeers... Bashful, Chrisglass, and Ronboy!