Bradley & Lattimore

[flamingo]

Robby: I spent my Sunday afternoon with Vance and Lattimore at the cottage and along the shore of Lake Norman. It was strange to be there. I was floored when Lattimore told me that Douglas had given him the keys to the cottage to use when he wanted. I've visited Bradley numerous times and Douglas always welcomed me and was appreciative that I was Bradley's friend. I was invited for backyard cookouts and even hung out with Bradley a couple of times inside the cottage. It is a comfortable little place with wooden floors, walls, and ceiling that gave it a cabin feel. It has a small fireplace, and the roof is high enough for a ceiling fan, so it could be used any time of year. Knowing Lattimore, he could make this home sweet home.

But, that is what made it strange. Lattimore brought binoculars and while we were sitting at the picnic table he strolled down to the water's edge and skipped some stones. I focused the binoculars and scanned around the picturesque lake that was sparkling on this bright sunny mid-September day. I panned around to the stone house and caught a glimpse of Bradley straddling their balcony railing. I zoomed in on him and he gave me the twin middle fingers. I'm sure he feels that I betrayed him. After all, here I am hanging out with HIS enemies on HIS home turf. Vance took the binoculars from me and was now watching Bradley watching us. Lattimore walked back and also wanted a closer look. He smiled. "He looks pissed, doesn't he?"

The sun was starting to go behind the trees and we started eating the sandwiches and drinking the lemonade we had brought with us while observing some guys out in a rowboat. Lattimore was telling us about the day before. After Douglas had given him the keys to the cottage and Lattimore was about to leave, Bradley flipped out on Douglas from the balcony and they had a big fight. Lattimore hung around the corner out of sight and couldn't help hearing it. Douglas told Bradley if he didn't like "our guest" he could move out. Bradley responded that he would "burn the goddamn cottage down." Bradley didn't have it in him to burn the cottage down, but I worried that something bad could happen. Bradley now has no one in his corner and he has shown a tendency to be his own worst enemy.

We hung out and shot the breeze until the moon replaced the sun in the twilight. We went inside the cottage and Lattimore was standing there looking fine with his white shirt unbuttoned, as it usually was. I pulled open his long shirttail and admired his treasure trail. He asked me if I wanted to kiss him again and without hesitation I looked up and locked lips with him. He slipped his tongue into my mouth and it felt amazing. Vance said, "If you two are going to go at it, I'm going out for a smoke" . . .

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Now it's your turn to tease me! Who do you want to hear from next and why?

 

[CharmedFan28]

Re: Bradley & Lattimore

I want to hear more from Bradley next. I know he is a flawed person but I am feeling sorry for him and want something positive to happen in his life.

 

[bs29697]

I agree with CharmedFan28 we need to hear from Bradley. He needs something good to happen even something small so he can save face if only for a moment because Lattimore has won his war with Bradley soundly.

Brian

 

[Kyanimal]

What? Vance doesn't want to watch Latt and Robby get all sweaty naked, and maybe even join in the Fun? Is there something suddenly wrong with that boy? Is he not feeling well?

I agree with Charmed and Brian. What dark demons are wrestling inside "Sad Brad's" head? Is he going to try something that will damage himself even more? Is he finally going to give in, and go try to join the guys? We know he does somewhere down the line. Could that point be now, or is he going to choose to keep banging his head against the wall? Can the zoom lens on his video camera see through the cottage's window? (Say, "What?" )

Only time, and The Flamingo, will tell ...
Chaz

P.S.
Loved the way you described their day at Latt's cottage by the lake. Yeah! Wish I was there!

 

[bigcannon]

Totally feel the same things as Charmed, Sweet Brian and Chaz. What is Brad's deal? His constant hatred of, what should be his friends, is even alienating his whole family. He is an island all to himself, a self-destructive one. He needs to get over it, join ranks with the guys and get his butthole filled with dick from all the guys. That just might get him back in good graces. But only you know where this is going, Anthony. Lay it on us, buddy. BC

 

[flamingo]

Bradley: I cannot believe my dad gave the keys to our cottage to Lattimore. And Lattimore brings Vance and Robby over the very next day as if to rub it in my face. Robby. I thought he was the only friend I had left, but it is clear that he has turned his back on me. I knew he was upset with me, but to now align himself with Lattimore was too much. I sat on our balcony and watched them having a good time in our backyard. It felt like an invasion as they peered at me through binoculars like they were mocking me. Eating on our picnic table and going inside the cottage as if they owned the place. My dad actually referred to Lattimore as "our guest" and told me I could move out if I didn't like him being here. Even my mother took dad's side. I know I've made some blunders that have cost me some credibility. I should be a Freshmen at Harvard or Yale right now, but I squandered that opportunity. I'm now taking a hotel/motel management course at an area community college. I want to do well, but I'm not focused the way I should be. I want to impress my dad and follow his path and maybe even own my own hotel someday.

But it was obvious I wasn't going to be happy until I got Lattimore out of my life, and I wasn't going to get any help. Lattimore may think he has won some sort of war over me, but I'm not giving in. No way. This must be addressed tonight! It was dusk when Lattimore, Vance, and Robby went inside the cottage. I decided to make my move . . .

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Vance: It is fucking stunning that Lattimore invited me and Robby over to spend a Sunday afternoon at the cottage and lakefront on his boss's property. I knew that Latt was loving his job working at the hotel and was getting along well with Douglas. Surprising considering that Douglas's son was that little chicken dick Bradley who was trying to coax Robby into helping him get Latt fired or talk him into quitting. But, Latt is a pretty clever cat who has maneuvered himself into Douglas's good graces and has father and son turning on each other. Of course I made my contribution by hiding under Robby's bed to record the conversation between Bradley and Robby. That may come in handy someday. Bradley was a prick in school and he still is.

It was fun hanging out and eating next to Lake Norman while Latt told us about the blowup between Douglas and Bradley the previous day, and how Bradley yelled that he would burn down the cottage. I got a kick out of watching Bradley looking defeated while he was sitting on their back balcony staring daggers at us enjoying his backyard with his dad's blessing. Funny as fuck.

It was nearing sunset when we went inside the cottage. What a sweet little place that I hope I get to spend more time in! We were discussing that when Latt and Robby decided to get romantic. I decided to let the 2 lovebirds explore each other while I went out for a smoke. I knew that Latt wanted to fuck Robby for the first time, and I thought it would've given him some satisfaction to have fucked Bradley's ex-best friend right there under Bradley's nose. I lit up a cigarette outside and decided to take a stroll down by the grove of pines to take a piss. I was about to unzip when I heard a sneeze. I looked over a saw Bradley crouching next to a tree! He bolted and I gave chase. He was almost to the back of the stone house when I dove and tripped him up. He got away from me, but he dropped a small cloth bag he had in his hand.

I picked up the bag and Bradley begged me to give it back to him. He was almost crying. I didn't say anything as I started back to the cottage. Bradley kept whining and begging me to please give him the bag back. Latt heard the commotion and stepped outside. I told him what had just happened. As we went back inside the cottage I turned to look over at Bradley and he was having kittens. What the hell was in this bag! We opened it up and took out . . . lighter fluid and a box of matches! HOLY SHIT!!! That dumb fucking boy! . . .

 

[bigcannon]

Good grief. Bradley is obsessed with digging himself a deeper hole. Will he never learn. All his revengeful tasks just backfire and make his life worse and more miserable. He can't get out of his own way to save his soul. He just needs to leave town and start all over somewhere else, someplace they don't know what a total jerk he really is. Robby has made his peace with the other boys and is enjoying some heated sex with them, unlike our dweeb Bradley who's turned his own father against him.

Don't know where this is going, because I keep thinking about that little seed you planted way back at the beginning where the two end up living together. I can't, for the life of me, imagine how that is going to come about with Bradley's obsession with hatred for Lattimore, but I'm sure in your interesting, cunning way, it'll be fascinating to see how this comes about.

Great writing, Anthony. Keep at is bud. BC

 

[CharmedFan28]

Bradley really is behaving a bit silly. I know he doesn't like Lattimore and co but trying to light a fire to scare them is a bit much. That was some excellent writing and I look forward to whatever comes next!

 

[bs29697]

I'm with BC Bradley is so consumed with hatred for Lattimore that he would be willing to set fire to the cottage with one of his friends inside just to get rid of him. I'm sure Lattimore is going to at least try to blackmail Bradley for actually bringing everything he needed to start a fire at the cottage with him inside. Bradley is not only digging himself a deeper hole but burying himself with every shovelful of dirt he digs. You are becoming quite a writer and masterful storyteller with this story.

Brian

 

[Kyanimal]

Oh, my! "Sad Brad" seems to have gone over the edge, and plunged into the deep end! Butt, I've got a little suspicion it's not necessarily what it's looking like. You've had Brad "misunderstood" before. It's going to be interesting to find out what's really going on here. (Not that you just might be deviously yanking our cranks, or pulling our chains. )

Speaking of plunging and the deep end, I'm hoping Brad's interruption doesn't put off Latt's Robby fuck. I know how much Robby is looking forward to having his ass plowed by ginger dick. Now that they've caught Brad, I don't suppose they'd make him watch Latt pound out Robby as "punishment", now, would they?

Write On, buddy!!
Chaz

 

[flamingo]

Thank you for your wonderful compliments. I'm happy you are still enjoying this story. I guarantee it will be fascinating! And I like nothing better than yanking a man's crank!
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Bradley: God, what a dumb move! I thought I had a plan. I was going to splatter lighter fluid all around the outside of the cottage, strike a match, and put the empty fluid container and matches into the cloth bag. I would toss the bag into the lake and circle around unnoticed in the dark, sneak into the house and watch the smoke and fire from the upstairs balcony. I didn't know what would come from it, nor was I sure what I wanted to see happen, but at least everyone would know I wouldn't be Lattimore's pushover any longer. He had turned everyone I cared about against me, and he was going to pay a price. I know people will blame me, but I deserve a better life more than a punk like him. And he sure as hell wasn't going to entertain himself in my family's back yard!

It went terribly wrong as I was crouching behind a big pine tree. As I was about to reach into my bag, I saw Vance emerge from the cottage and light a cigarette. I couldn't believe he was starting to walk toward that tree! He was just a few feet from me near the water's edge when I couldn't stifle a sneeze. He looked right at me! I panicked and made a run for the house. I nearly made it but he dove and grabbed my foot just enough to send me sprawling, causing me to drop the bag. Vance picked up the purple cloth sack. I almost bawled and begged for him to give it back to me. I knew he wouldn't. He took it back to the cottage where Lattimore was now standing outside. My goose was cooked.

I couldn't sleep. I didn't come down for breakfast the next morning. I was shaking with fear as it was really starting to sink in just how bad of a spot I was in. Lattimore and Vance were sly, and I expected them to exploit my predicament. They had my bag with lighter fluid and matches inside. What if they told my dad? I had blurted out to him during our argument the day before that I would "burn the goddamn cottage down." I forgot I'd said that! My own words were biting me again as I left my emotions rule my mind. And what if they went to the police? Conspiracy to commit arson? Attempted homicide? What defense do I have? Oh, God. I couldn't even count on Robby anymore to try and save me.

And while I was worrying myself sick, I didn't know my day was about to get even worse . . .

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Robby: I was in the cottage with Lattimore, who was snuggling up behind me and kissing my neck as I reached back and ran my hand through his beautiful shaggy red hair. When he reached around and put his hand down my pants, my dick got rock hard. I was melting in his arms when I thought I heard Bradley outside. Vance had gone out for a smoke and we were wondering what was going on. Lattimore went out and I looked out a window. I saw Bradley having a fit about something, and Vance appeared to be carrying a bag in his hand as he came back to the cottage. He told us how he chased down Bradley who he saw hiding behind a tree. We were shocked by what was in the bag. Jesus Christ, Bradley has lost his fucking mind! We remembered what Lattimore had overheard Bradley say about burning down the cottage! Was he really going to do that with me inside?

The bag of evidence was kept locked in the cottage. As Vance and I worked at the store and Lattimore worked at the hotel the next day, I wondered what was going to hit the fan next. I didn't have long to wait . . .

 

[CharmedFan28]

I think Bradley is going to get into big trouble and what he did was pretty stupid so I don't think its completely undeserved. I am still very curious to read how he ends up living with Lattimore. Great writing and I eagerly anticipate the next portion!

 

[bs29697]

Bradley will undoubtedly get in trouble for what he intended to do at the cottage. The question is how will Lattimore figure in Bradleys punishment will he want jail time for what Bradley intended to happen at the cottage only Anthony knows what is Lattimore is thinking I can't wait to read what is happening in the next chapter.

Brian

 

[Kyanimal]

I thought Bradley was supposed to be smart. Apparently Lattimore has him seeing nothing except red, in more ways than one. Even "Sad Brad" had to admit his "plan" was pretty dumb, and stupid. For instance, a science nerd should know that a bag with an empty can, and a lighter, isn't going to sink. He would have had to add something with some weight to it ... like a cat.

(O.K. I admit I'm mainly a dog dude, and though they make me sneeze, I like cats, too. Besides that, I would never intentionally harm any living being, including insects, or even plants, without sufficient cause. Yes, I've gone small game hunting a few times in my life, but I also ate what I shot, and any fish that I caught and kept. I wouldn't want to eat a cat. So, why did I write that? I guess it was for a bit of humor, and a touch of shock value. Thing is, everything you say, or write, makes some kind of impression on others. Thus this long winded explanation. )

Purple bag, huh? Is Douglas going to be pissed because Brad stole his Crown Royal? And, what did he do with THAT bottle?

SO many questions in need of answers!

Keep it cumming, Anthony!!
Chaz

 

[bigcannon]

What the hell is with Bradley? He can't help himself anymore, blinded by his hatred, when he could be getting his butt taken care of. Good grief, Bradley is totally fixated on self-destruction. He can't seem to help himself.

Oh, and loved your animal references, Chaz, and the standard disclaimer. Made me think of the disclaimer at the end of movies that says 'no animals were harmed in the making of this film'. If I was a cat, and thank goodness I'm not, I'd keep my eye on you and my distance.

Great little snippets of information, Anthony. Cant' wait to find out how wrong Bradley's day is going. He really needs to self quarantine and not talk to family. He has no friends, so that's not a problem. Yep, I'd say he's better off disappearing and fading away. Anyway, lay some more Brad on us, Anthony. This is fun. BC

 

[flamingo]

Bradley: I was alone in my bedroom still in panic over the events of the day before. I forced myself to eat a bowl of cereal for lunch. I didn't know what to do. My future was now in everyone's hands but mine, and I didn't know what to expect. I had no one to count on. As I was watching Family Feud on tv, my black & white Siamese cat was giving me an icy blue-eyed stare. Even she didn't trust me, it seemed, although she always looked at me that way. I wished I had a dog instead.

I decided to blow off my hotel management class that afternoon. There was no way I could concentrate on anything today. I dosed off for awhile, and when I woke up I checked the clock. Oh, no! It was soon time for me to start my shift at the hotel. I barely had time to change clothes, rinse & spit, and head out the door. My dad was already angry with me, and with what happened yesterday with my idiotic epic fail idea to set fire to our cottage, the last thing I needed was to show up late for work. That turned out to be the least of my concerns.

I knew I was cutting it close when I zipped into the hotel parking lot. I rounded a curve too fast as a child had walked into my path. Swerving to miss him, I lost control of my beige Mini Cooper. After jumping a curb and tearing through some hedges, I slammed into a lawnmower that was in the grassy courtyard. Thank goodness nobody was struck. I sat there wide-eyed and terrified at what just happened. As I unbuckled myself and opened the door, a hand grabbed me by the shirt and yanked me from the car. When I was grabbed by the throat and slammed onto the hood, I opened my eyes and saw the menacing face of Lattimore glaring at me . . .

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Lattimore: Sad Brad is getting to be more than a nuisance. That stupid little motherfucker was actually going to set fire to the cottage with 3 people inside. Good thing Vance caught his dumbass and grabbed the bag of evidence! The fact that we have that bag of goodies locked up, Sad Brad is probably squirming over what my next move will be. That wannabe arsonist was planning to turn us into human torches just as I was about to plunge my joystick into Robby's pleasure pit.

During the next day at work at the hotel, I was thinking about when and how to approach Douglas about what his son had done. After all, Bradley had told him the day before he was going to burn the cottage down, though Douglas probably thought he just blowing steam like the rest of us thought. There is a grassy courtyard in front of the hotel where there are trees, flowers, shrubs, a fountain, benches, and birdbaths encircled by hedges. An attractive setting to greet the guests.

I had finished cutting the grass and was cleaning the birdbaths when I heard a screech and a bang. I turned to see a car come ripping through the hedges and ramming into the mower I'd been using just a few minutes before. The mower probably kept the car from hitting a red bench where someone could have been sitting! No fucking way! It took me a moment to realize that it was Sad Brad! Was he targeting me? I was about 10 feet away. As he started to get out of his Mini, I grabbed that little bastard and body-slammed him onto the hood. He had a look of terror on his face . . .

 

[Kyanimal]

Oh, Shit! Just when things "couldn't get any worse" ...

Where do you come up with this stuff? Should we be becoming "concerned"?

Can't wait to find out what's next! Is Douglas going to be pissed at Brad for working the front desk in a disheveled, wrinkled, shirt?

MORE, Please!

Luv ya, bud!!
Chaz

 

[CharmedFan28]

Looks like things are getting even worse for Brad. I am very curious to read what happens next. Great writing and I look forward to more of this interesting story!

 

[bs29697]

Great Chapter Anthony. Sad Brad jumped from the frying pan into the fire accident although Lattimore doesn't see it that way since he thinks Brad was trying to finish the job when his car hit the mower Lattimore was sitting on just 10 minutes earlier. Douglas is going to be furious with Brad for running over the bushes and hedge plus ruining the grass too. I wonder if Lattimore will tell Douglas that Brad intended to burn the cottage down with him inside or if he will keep that info to blackmail Brad. I can't wait to read what happens in the next chapter.

Brian

 

[bigcannon]

Sad Brad, the little bastard can't get out of his own way. He definitely needs to leave town and never come back. He's a real train wreck not waiting to happen, as he happens every day. Good grief. If Latt doesn't kill him, Douglas surely will. Maybe Bradley needs to right Latt's high hard one and calm himself down. Can't wait to find out what happens next. I don't see how it could get any worse, but I'm almost sure it's going to. Keep it up, Anthony. This is really wild and crazy. BC