SORRY! It's been FAR too long since I've updated the story. Hope you enjoy this chapter. As promised it's a long one. 
Chapter 37: Home.
“Well that was delicious!” I said sarcastically making Brad snort, swallow, then laugh at my tone. Our breakfasts, brunch or whatever we’d just eaten, I suppose you should just call it a Meal, were stone cold. We’d still eaten them though, occasionally pausing our chewing to hum and bop along to a song that started playing in iTunes. “Hey babe..” I started and he looked in my direction with a look of questioning on his face. “When do you want to go back? We’ve been here for over a month.” I said and he groaned. “Dunno” Was all he said, then he finished his final forkful. “Umm okay.. hmmm” He said, looking at me before pouncing on me. “I could stay here forever as long as I was with you... but it would be good to go back home, you know?” He said, and I nodded. I grabbed the notebook and fired up the internet browser to book the flights.
<Brad>
Ben was on the computer for AGES. I knew he was cooking something up so to speak, so I loitered on my sofa and read book after book. Our sleeping patterns had gone to shit, so we were both sleeping during the day and wide awake during the night. “Done” Ben exclaimed, he shut off the notebook and retreated to the bedroom, I dropped my book and followed, happy to sleep with him again even if it wasn’t sex. As soon as we hit the pillows, we were asleep.
<Ben>
I grinned to myself when I woke up, “That house was beautiful, I wonder what Brad would say?” I thought, mentally envisioning the house I had bought far out of L.A.’s CBD, I’d be glad to see that apartment go. I only had to wait about fifteen minutes for Brad to wake. I spent that time reading several Goosebumps books by R.L. Stine that I had managed to dig out from the bookshelf in the sitting room, I still found it incredibly funny that each of those books had a wild twist at the end, no matter the book or story.
“MORNING!” Brad called, making me drop my book. “Hey babe!” I said, a little exasperatedly. “Oh, sorry...” He said quietly, then his hands wrapped around my waist and he pulled me to his side. “Here, I hope this.. will... fix you up... nice and good...” He said, kissing me during each pause. “Mmmmm” I groaned while his hands caressed my back, and his lips my neck. After I received my fill, I flipped around and started kissing him. “Oh!” he said, before going limp in my arms while I kissed him, with my hands worshipping his torso. After about ten minutes of this, I sat up. “So, when will it be?” I asked him. He caught on at once. “Umm, could we go today?” He asked, and I nodded, unsheathing my cellphone like a sword from my underwear. “You keep that in THERE!?” He asked, in shock. “Yeah, where else?” I said, a little miffed he hadn’t picked up on it yet. “Oh, no, it’s just I thought I was the only one who did that...”
<Brad>
I went ruby-red. Ben was giggling like a school-kid on the bed. “What are you laughing at?” I asked, narrowing my eyes to slits. “You are so fuckin’ red right now babe.” He managed to choke out, then finally I started to laugh. “I thought..” I started, “thought I was laughing at you? NEVER!” He proclaimed. I smiled, then got off the bed and hugged him tightly. “If it wasn’t for you, I’d have lost it years ago.” I said, and he stopped laughing as he knew I wasn’t talking about any mere cellphone now. “I love you, you know that. I will always be IN love with you, so don’t you ever doubt that. Okay?”
“Yeah, of course.” I said, and he dialed and number and pressed his cellphone against his ear. “Sam! Can you bring the plane over?”
<Ben>
We flew around the house packing our bags. I retrieved two extra suitcases from the closet, so we could pack some things we had enjoyed in the cabin and enjoy them at the apartment and the house. Brad packed every single book that he’d read the entire time we’d been here. And that was quite a few. I packed clothes, the MacBook I’d forgotten existed, several books, more clothes and the sheets that we’d slept in. “WHY are you taking THOSE?” Brad asked, pointing to the sheets, before picking them up as gingerly if he was holding something recently deceased. “Dunno...” I said, rolling my eyes. He dropped the sheets and bounded into my arms. “They mean THAT much to you because of THAT night?” He asked, and I just kissed him. Well, that was a mistake because that sent him ballistic. “Come here!” He commanded. “No, we need to pack, Sam’s on his way.”
<Brad>
I wasn’t the least bit crabby. I knew that Ben would’ve come to me if we weren’t in a rush to get home, but it was unusual for him to be so determined to fit the time in JUST right. I began to think that he was hiding something from me, nothing bad, but hiding something just the same.
<Ben>
I sure hoped that Brad hadn’t picked up on my secret agenda when I didn’t go to him. But what was I going to do? Nothing. There was nothing I could do. Sam arrived at our front door, and informed us he was ready to fly us back to Honolulu anytime. We hurriedly finished packing and we walked down the long path to the small landing strip where the small plane was awaiting our arrival. As usual, the turbulent ride back to mainland did nothing in the slightest to calm my stomach which always flew into overdrive on a plane when it was shaking. Usually I was fine, like when we were at 35,000 feet in a jumbo jet or flying at MACH-5 in that fucking Concorde in 2003, man that was a ride to remember. 5 hours from London to Sydney and vice versa.
We landed in Honolulu, and almost immediately had to board our flight back to L.A. “Babe. I can’t wait to get HOME!” Brad said to me, caressing my arm once we were in the air. “Me either, but it’s going to take another two days, so let’s get some sleep.”
<Brad>
TWO DAYS!? I thought to myself. Yes, he was definitely hiding something from me. I knew it was good because he had that spark in his eye that he couldn’t hide, no matter how much emotion he restricted from showing on his face. I was lucky we were at the back of the jet. I unzipped his jeans and unbuttoned them after about two hours, and I was one-hundred percent sure he was out to it. He was hard in three seconds flat. I lowered my mouth to his penis and started giving him the most passionate blowjob that I had ever given. “WHY!?” He stage-whispered. I knew he had woken. I didn’t look up until he was convulsing under me and his torrent exploded into my mouth. I sucked it all down, happier than a lark, then I sat up and pretended nothing potentially awkward had just happened. I should’ve been born in Connecticut. “Why?” Ben asked again, giving me a piercing look. “Okay okay! I know you’re hiding SOMETHING from me, and I want to know. Now.”
Ben chuckled. “You don’t miss a beat do you? My special intuitive husband you!” He asked and I stubbornly shook my head back and forth. “Well i’m not telling. I’m going to show it to you when we get back home.” He said, and he leant forward before kissing me on the forehead. “Thanks for the blowjob though, fantastic!” He said, before he retreated into his seat and closed his eyes.
<Ben>
I wasn’t really asleep. Who in the WORLD could fall asleep after something like that. I was just having a happy party in my head. I could hear Brad sitting in his chair, hissing and undoubtedly mouthing the words to himself to try and work out exactly what it was. After a few minutes enjoying myself, I started to worry. What if he’d looked on the computer? I’d forgotten to wipe the history in Safari, or had I? I decided to open my eyes and plug in my iPhone so I could listen to music. About two hours in, I felt a headphone pull out and Brad’s lips against my ear. “I’ve decided I don’t care. I know it’s good, not bad. I’m in love with, and I love you.” He said. It was time for me to repay the favour from before. I undid his zipper in two swift movements, and moved down to suck him off. I tried my utmost to give him a better one than he gave me. I think it worked because right from when my lips touched the hilt of his penis, he shuddered and convulsed in the chair. I stopped sucking when I felt his penis start to pulsate. I waited, then started sucking again. Continuing this pseudo-torture for as long as I could before he finally exploded into my mouth, sending most of it directly down my throat. I kept him in my mouth until he was soft, then I sat back up and retreated into the chair.
<Brad>
I zipped myself up, then I sat back in my chair and waited for the flight to end. It was only three and a half hours and we’d be descending soon, so I guess I’d find out about whatever Ben was hiding soon enough.
<Ben>
I opened my eyes and shut down my iPhone when I felt the cabin-pressure shift. We were landing. I looked at my watch and saw that we had JUST enough time to make our connecting flight to JFK. I held Brad’s hand while we touched down, it was cold and wet so the jet skidded a little before coming to a full stop on the runway. We pulled into our gate and we exited the plane via the front exit after everyone else had left. I received an SMS when I turned my phone back on in the terminal. “Luggage loaded on flight to JFK.”
<Brad>
“Hey, I’ll go...” I began, but Ben’s hand clasped mine and he told me to run with him, or we’d miss our connection. Now it was beginning to get interesting. I ran with him all the way down the terminal to our gate. He yanked me past the monitors, so I wouldn’t see where we were off to. But I knew anyway. We were off to Florida. I tried not to look smug when we were walking through the gate doors. But Ben had no idea what expression was on my face, as he was busily shutting off his phone for the flight. So we were going to be high were we?
<Ben>
It looked like Brad had clued in. “FUCK!” I thought. Inwardly cursing myself for not blindfolding him before we got to the gate. The pilot announced that we would be stationary for around one hour until everyone boarded. I’d asked him myself to not announce our destination when I’d booked the flights that evening on the notebook and he’d confirmed ever so nicely via E-Mail only two days later. Brad pulled his Tablet out of my lappy bag and he navigated to “Sunny Florida” google search pages.
“YES!” I thought happily. “He hasn’t clued in.”
I needed to use the bathroom. So I got up and as my face was as close to his ear as it could be without being too obvious. I said “Nice, when do you want to go there?”. He sure looked frustrated while I walked down the aisle.
<Brad>
I wasn’t going to give up THAT easily. But suddenly my Wi-Fi had kicked out and my cellular service was showing “Airplane”. “Damn!” I muttered before I turned it off, resigning to thinking that I might as well just wait and see where we were off to. Ben returned not so long later, grinning ear-to-ear. I smiled back.
<Ben>
I sat down and waited for the plane to take off. Twenty minutes later it did so, and we were off. As usual, the flight was boring as hell. No iPhone, no Tablet, no nothing. We just sat in silence for the most part, but we resumed an animated conversation later, about 3 and a half hours into the flight. I made sure the window shade was down the whole time, and I wasn’t about to let him see the skyline of where-ever we happened to be landing. The plane began it’s descent, and true to his word, the pilot didn’t say a word about where we were, although I snuck a peek and new we were landing in our correct destination. Brad was asleep for that part though. I grabbed his hand as we touched down on the tarmac he awoke with a start. “We’re here baby...” I said seductively, and we were one of the first couples off the jet.
I could tell that Brad had absolutely NO idea where we were. That was until we collected our bags and exited the terminal. I covered his eyes until we entered a taxi. I passed the taxi driver the address of our destination and he took off.
<Brad>
I only really paid attention to Ben’s hand covering my eyes. He still had the smell of cum on them, so I was concentrating on them. Until we went over what was unmistakably a bridge. I had a feeling we were in Florida, but I was almost completely unsure about that part now. We drove on, and on and on. Not one hill presented itself. “We’re in a flat place aren’t we?” I asked Ben and he just chuckled. The taxi stopped and I heard the exchange of money. We exited the taxi awkwardly with Ben still shielding my eyes from the surrounding scenery. But there was no mistaking those noises, the horns beeping, the cars. His hand lifted away.
TTYL, xx
(LOVE YOU... ALL!)
momoman
Chapter 37: Home.
“Well that was delicious!” I said sarcastically making Brad snort, swallow, then laugh at my tone. Our breakfasts, brunch or whatever we’d just eaten, I suppose you should just call it a Meal, were stone cold. We’d still eaten them though, occasionally pausing our chewing to hum and bop along to a song that started playing in iTunes. “Hey babe..” I started and he looked in my direction with a look of questioning on his face. “When do you want to go back? We’ve been here for over a month.” I said and he groaned. “Dunno” Was all he said, then he finished his final forkful. “Umm okay.. hmmm” He said, looking at me before pouncing on me. “I could stay here forever as long as I was with you... but it would be good to go back home, you know?” He said, and I nodded. I grabbed the notebook and fired up the internet browser to book the flights.
<Brad>
Ben was on the computer for AGES. I knew he was cooking something up so to speak, so I loitered on my sofa and read book after book. Our sleeping patterns had gone to shit, so we were both sleeping during the day and wide awake during the night. “Done” Ben exclaimed, he shut off the notebook and retreated to the bedroom, I dropped my book and followed, happy to sleep with him again even if it wasn’t sex. As soon as we hit the pillows, we were asleep.
<Ben>
I grinned to myself when I woke up, “That house was beautiful, I wonder what Brad would say?” I thought, mentally envisioning the house I had bought far out of L.A.’s CBD, I’d be glad to see that apartment go. I only had to wait about fifteen minutes for Brad to wake. I spent that time reading several Goosebumps books by R.L. Stine that I had managed to dig out from the bookshelf in the sitting room, I still found it incredibly funny that each of those books had a wild twist at the end, no matter the book or story.
“MORNING!” Brad called, making me drop my book. “Hey babe!” I said, a little exasperatedly. “Oh, sorry...” He said quietly, then his hands wrapped around my waist and he pulled me to his side. “Here, I hope this.. will... fix you up... nice and good...” He said, kissing me during each pause. “Mmmmm” I groaned while his hands caressed my back, and his lips my neck. After I received my fill, I flipped around and started kissing him. “Oh!” he said, before going limp in my arms while I kissed him, with my hands worshipping his torso. After about ten minutes of this, I sat up. “So, when will it be?” I asked him. He caught on at once. “Umm, could we go today?” He asked, and I nodded, unsheathing my cellphone like a sword from my underwear. “You keep that in THERE!?” He asked, in shock. “Yeah, where else?” I said, a little miffed he hadn’t picked up on it yet. “Oh, no, it’s just I thought I was the only one who did that...”
<Brad>
I went ruby-red. Ben was giggling like a school-kid on the bed. “What are you laughing at?” I asked, narrowing my eyes to slits. “You are so fuckin’ red right now babe.” He managed to choke out, then finally I started to laugh. “I thought..” I started, “thought I was laughing at you? NEVER!” He proclaimed. I smiled, then got off the bed and hugged him tightly. “If it wasn’t for you, I’d have lost it years ago.” I said, and he stopped laughing as he knew I wasn’t talking about any mere cellphone now. “I love you, you know that. I will always be IN love with you, so don’t you ever doubt that. Okay?”
“Yeah, of course.” I said, and he dialed and number and pressed his cellphone against his ear. “Sam! Can you bring the plane over?”
<Ben>
We flew around the house packing our bags. I retrieved two extra suitcases from the closet, so we could pack some things we had enjoyed in the cabin and enjoy them at the apartment and the house. Brad packed every single book that he’d read the entire time we’d been here. And that was quite a few. I packed clothes, the MacBook I’d forgotten existed, several books, more clothes and the sheets that we’d slept in. “WHY are you taking THOSE?” Brad asked, pointing to the sheets, before picking them up as gingerly if he was holding something recently deceased. “Dunno...” I said, rolling my eyes. He dropped the sheets and bounded into my arms. “They mean THAT much to you because of THAT night?” He asked, and I just kissed him. Well, that was a mistake because that sent him ballistic. “Come here!” He commanded. “No, we need to pack, Sam’s on his way.”
<Brad>
I wasn’t the least bit crabby. I knew that Ben would’ve come to me if we weren’t in a rush to get home, but it was unusual for him to be so determined to fit the time in JUST right. I began to think that he was hiding something from me, nothing bad, but hiding something just the same.
<Ben>
I sure hoped that Brad hadn’t picked up on my secret agenda when I didn’t go to him. But what was I going to do? Nothing. There was nothing I could do. Sam arrived at our front door, and informed us he was ready to fly us back to Honolulu anytime. We hurriedly finished packing and we walked down the long path to the small landing strip where the small plane was awaiting our arrival. As usual, the turbulent ride back to mainland did nothing in the slightest to calm my stomach which always flew into overdrive on a plane when it was shaking. Usually I was fine, like when we were at 35,000 feet in a jumbo jet or flying at MACH-5 in that fucking Concorde in 2003, man that was a ride to remember. 5 hours from London to Sydney and vice versa.
We landed in Honolulu, and almost immediately had to board our flight back to L.A. “Babe. I can’t wait to get HOME!” Brad said to me, caressing my arm once we were in the air. “Me either, but it’s going to take another two days, so let’s get some sleep.”
<Brad>
TWO DAYS!? I thought to myself. Yes, he was definitely hiding something from me. I knew it was good because he had that spark in his eye that he couldn’t hide, no matter how much emotion he restricted from showing on his face. I was lucky we were at the back of the jet. I unzipped his jeans and unbuttoned them after about two hours, and I was one-hundred percent sure he was out to it. He was hard in three seconds flat. I lowered my mouth to his penis and started giving him the most passionate blowjob that I had ever given. “WHY!?” He stage-whispered. I knew he had woken. I didn’t look up until he was convulsing under me and his torrent exploded into my mouth. I sucked it all down, happier than a lark, then I sat up and pretended nothing potentially awkward had just happened. I should’ve been born in Connecticut. “Why?” Ben asked again, giving me a piercing look. “Okay okay! I know you’re hiding SOMETHING from me, and I want to know. Now.”
Ben chuckled. “You don’t miss a beat do you? My special intuitive husband you!” He asked and I stubbornly shook my head back and forth. “Well i’m not telling. I’m going to show it to you when we get back home.” He said, and he leant forward before kissing me on the forehead. “Thanks for the blowjob though, fantastic!” He said, before he retreated into his seat and closed his eyes.
<Ben>
I wasn’t really asleep. Who in the WORLD could fall asleep after something like that. I was just having a happy party in my head. I could hear Brad sitting in his chair, hissing and undoubtedly mouthing the words to himself to try and work out exactly what it was. After a few minutes enjoying myself, I started to worry. What if he’d looked on the computer? I’d forgotten to wipe the history in Safari, or had I? I decided to open my eyes and plug in my iPhone so I could listen to music. About two hours in, I felt a headphone pull out and Brad’s lips against my ear. “I’ve decided I don’t care. I know it’s good, not bad. I’m in love with, and I love you.” He said. It was time for me to repay the favour from before. I undid his zipper in two swift movements, and moved down to suck him off. I tried my utmost to give him a better one than he gave me. I think it worked because right from when my lips touched the hilt of his penis, he shuddered and convulsed in the chair. I stopped sucking when I felt his penis start to pulsate. I waited, then started sucking again. Continuing this pseudo-torture for as long as I could before he finally exploded into my mouth, sending most of it directly down my throat. I kept him in my mouth until he was soft, then I sat back up and retreated into the chair.
<Brad>
I zipped myself up, then I sat back in my chair and waited for the flight to end. It was only three and a half hours and we’d be descending soon, so I guess I’d find out about whatever Ben was hiding soon enough.
<Ben>
I opened my eyes and shut down my iPhone when I felt the cabin-pressure shift. We were landing. I looked at my watch and saw that we had JUST enough time to make our connecting flight to JFK. I held Brad’s hand while we touched down, it was cold and wet so the jet skidded a little before coming to a full stop on the runway. We pulled into our gate and we exited the plane via the front exit after everyone else had left. I received an SMS when I turned my phone back on in the terminal. “Luggage loaded on flight to JFK.”
<Brad>
“Hey, I’ll go...” I began, but Ben’s hand clasped mine and he told me to run with him, or we’d miss our connection. Now it was beginning to get interesting. I ran with him all the way down the terminal to our gate. He yanked me past the monitors, so I wouldn’t see where we were off to. But I knew anyway. We were off to Florida. I tried not to look smug when we were walking through the gate doors. But Ben had no idea what expression was on my face, as he was busily shutting off his phone for the flight. So we were going to be high were we?
<Ben>
It looked like Brad had clued in. “FUCK!” I thought. Inwardly cursing myself for not blindfolding him before we got to the gate. The pilot announced that we would be stationary for around one hour until everyone boarded. I’d asked him myself to not announce our destination when I’d booked the flights that evening on the notebook and he’d confirmed ever so nicely via E-Mail only two days later. Brad pulled his Tablet out of my lappy bag and he navigated to “Sunny Florida” google search pages.
“YES!” I thought happily. “He hasn’t clued in.”
I needed to use the bathroom. So I got up and as my face was as close to his ear as it could be without being too obvious. I said “Nice, when do you want to go there?”. He sure looked frustrated while I walked down the aisle.
<Brad>
I wasn’t going to give up THAT easily. But suddenly my Wi-Fi had kicked out and my cellular service was showing “Airplane”. “Damn!” I muttered before I turned it off, resigning to thinking that I might as well just wait and see where we were off to. Ben returned not so long later, grinning ear-to-ear. I smiled back.
<Ben>
I sat down and waited for the plane to take off. Twenty minutes later it did so, and we were off. As usual, the flight was boring as hell. No iPhone, no Tablet, no nothing. We just sat in silence for the most part, but we resumed an animated conversation later, about 3 and a half hours into the flight. I made sure the window shade was down the whole time, and I wasn’t about to let him see the skyline of where-ever we happened to be landing. The plane began it’s descent, and true to his word, the pilot didn’t say a word about where we were, although I snuck a peek and new we were landing in our correct destination. Brad was asleep for that part though. I grabbed his hand as we touched down on the tarmac he awoke with a start. “We’re here baby...” I said seductively, and we were one of the first couples off the jet.
I could tell that Brad had absolutely NO idea where we were. That was until we collected our bags and exited the terminal. I covered his eyes until we entered a taxi. I passed the taxi driver the address of our destination and he took off.
<Brad>
I only really paid attention to Ben’s hand covering my eyes. He still had the smell of cum on them, so I was concentrating on them. Until we went over what was unmistakably a bridge. I had a feeling we were in Florida, but I was almost completely unsure about that part now. We drove on, and on and on. Not one hill presented itself. “We’re in a flat place aren’t we?” I asked Ben and he just chuckled. The taxi stopped and I heard the exchange of money. We exited the taxi awkwardly with Ben still shielding my eyes from the surrounding scenery. But there was no mistaking those noises, the horns beeping, the cars. His hand lifted away.
TTYL, xx
(LOVE YOU... ALL!)
momoman
xx.
