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Bradley & Lattimore

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That was HOT, bud! I was reading with one hand! On my mouse! The computer's mouse! Yeah! That's my story, and I'm [STRIKE]sticky[/STRIKE] stickin' with it! :badgrin:

So, Robby likes Jim Beam now, hmm? Can I introduce him to Jack Daniels, and maybe Johnnie Walker, too? How about Captain Morgan? (UU)

I'm sure the phone call, even with Robby wearing just his socks, is going to be interesting. Lookin' forward to findin' out! ..|

Write ON!! :gogirl: (*8*) :kiss:
Chaz :luv:
 
Robby: I hadn't talked to Bradley since that strange visit when Vance and I confronted him about my wallet filled with cash that he had "found." On the phone, I asked him what was on his mind, and he said, "I need your help! I didn't know who to call!" He sounded out of breath. I told him to relax and slow down. He proceeded to tell me that he had been hired to work at the new hotel, and that Lattimore had been hired to work there also. Oh, shit. The drama begins already. I thought this could be a problem, but it wasn't Bradley I was concerned about. His dad, Douglas, was in charge of the hiring . . . and the firing. If there was any trouble between Bradley and Lattimore, whose side would Douglas likely take? Lattimore could be outnumbered.

Bradley wasn't aware that I knew of Lattimore's employment at the hotel. Of course, there were a lot of things he didn't know. Like how my mouth waters at the thought of having Lattimore's rubbery ginger snake between my lips, or how much I've enjoyed becoming a willing sperm recipient for he and his friends. Yeah, I'm no longer the meek boy Bradley used to know. I asked him why he called ME. He said because I'd gotten to know Vance that perhaps we could try to convince Lattimore to quit. When I asked why we'd want to do that, he went on his familiar rant about how "losers like Lattimore" are nothing but trouble, and don't deserve to be around "people like us." And now, how he would "ruin the integrity of the hotel", whatever that meant.

By this time, Mark and Ricky came in from outside and had been listening to my end of the conversation. I was really getting frustrated by Bradley's bitchin', but I kept my cool. I told him that hotel was big enough for the both of them, and they didn't have to associate with each other. But he wasn't hearing me. Lattimore had to go under any circumstance. I asked him why he couldn't talk to his dad about this as a personnel matter. He said no way, that he didn't think his dad would support him on it. Hmm. So, if his own dad wouldn't support him on this, why should I?

Then, Bradley hit me over the head with this: "I miss you, Robby. I still love you." I didn't know what to say. He wanted to know if he could come over to my place in the morning to discuss a plan to get Lattimore fired. I said okay. After the call, I filled in Mark and Ricky on the details. They were not happy, and I asked them to not say anything until I met with Bradley.

I got up the next morning with my head still in disarray from the previous night. Jim Beam mixed with Bradley telling me he still loved me. Fuck. Mom and Dad had already gone next door to open the store for the day, so I fixed myself some breakfast and made a phone call. Bradley was coming over to talk about some plan to get Lattimore fired, but I had a plan, too. After breakfast, I showered and got myself dressed. I didn't get much sleep and my eyes were a bit bloodshot. When Vance came by, I thanked him for telling me I looked like shit. I had told him about my call with Bradley.

When Bradley showed up, he and I went to my bedroom. He was neatly dressed, his blond hair combed perfectly, and still had that twinkle in those baby blue eyes. He was a shrimp, but still that cute little shrimp I adored from school at one time. That all went away when he starting talking about Lattimore. He didn't really have a plan of any kind. It was just incoherent rambling about how "the Lattimores of the world didn't deserve anything and they were terrible people that shouldn't breathe the same air as the rest of us."

I was getting pissed and asked him why he was really here. I was sitting on the end of my bed, and with tears in his eyes, all he could say was to "please beg Lattimore to work someplace else." After about 25 minutes, that was his big plan?" He came over to me and kissed me on the cheek. I slapped him hard across the face and spun him around and told him to get the hell out! He had the most hurtful expression on his face. He ran out. I heard the front door slam. I looked out the window and watched him drive away.

I told Vance he could come out from under the bed. He recorded the whole conversation. Now, I really looked and felt like shit . . .
 
Sounds like Robby and Bradley won't be friends anytime soon. Bradley only seems to care about his own needs at the moment. I hope that changes. Great writing and I look forward to more!
 
"Oh, what a tangled web we weave ..."

Interesting that Bradley has no clue what he's actually dealing with. If only he knew ...

Robby's feelin' lower than a snake's belly, and I suppose he should be. However, he's made his choices, taken sides (and several bones), and is going to have to live with his decisions.

I've given up trying to guess where you're going with this, because you keep surprising me with things I wasn't expecting. Good Job! :=D: ..|

Eagerly looking forward to MORE, Please! :gogirl: (*8*) :kiss:
Chaz :luv:
 
A tangled web, indeed! So, who is the spider? And who is caught in the web? Thanks for your compliments! :)

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Bradley: The rest of that second day and night was a blur. All I could focus on was Robby. I can't believe he turned on me the way he did. I care about him a lot in spite of how he has changed. I knew he was sore with me over some things I had done and said back in school, and the wallet fiasco which I will admit I handled poorly. But, I wanted to extend an olive branch to him. I wanted his help to get back at a guy who was a bully during our school days, and since then. Some would say I should leave the past in the past, but how can I move forward when I have that pathetic reminder working in the same building with me? I was stunned that Robby no longer shared my feelings about Lattimore. I knew that he had been friendlier toward Vance, because he'd gotten Vance a job at their family store. Had he become more friendly toward Lattimore than I realized? I wanted Robby to know that I still loved him, and not only did I tell him that on the phone, I kissed him on the cheek the next morning in his bedroom. When he slapped me across the face and yelled at me to leave, it was so scary. I'd never seen that side of him. When I ran out of his house and drove away, it was traumatizing. I feel like everyone is against me. My own dad/boss isn't on my side.

On the third day on the job, I arrived at the hotel on a sunny and warm late summer day. I parked and noticed Lattimore was on a zero turn mower churning up the grass. I watched him finish and when he stopped the mower he got off and removed his sweat-soaked shirt. He took a big chug from a water jug and poured some over his head. His long red hair was plastered to his shoulders, and the water dripped off his chin and onto his brawny torso. In the sunlight I could see droplets clinging to his pink nipples. Lattimore was a gorgeous specimen to look at. But, this was the guy who recently conned my dad and humiliated me in front of my whole family at the campout. I will never forget that!

I had to try and put that aside as it was soon time to start my front desk shift. Later in the evening, my desk phone rang. After I greeted the person, thanked them for calling our hotel, and saying, "How may I help you?", I heard a chilling voice. "'Bout time you got your ass out of that car! Did you like what you saw, you little pervert?" . . .
 
Sounds like there is going to be some more conflict between Bradley and Lattimore. I don't know where this story is going to go next but I am enjoying it. Great writing!
 
flamingo said:
A tangled web, indeed! So, who is the spider? And who is caught in the web? Thanks for your compliments! :)
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"Come into my parlor.", said the spider to the fly ...

I suppose that could have been Mark inviting Robby to the bunkhouse. Then again, Robby wasn't an unsuspecting victim. He knew what he was walking into, and got what he was hunting for. I'm not sure Who the Prey was there! \:/ :lol:

In general, there doesn't seem to be a centrally planned conspiracy goin' on, so I can't (yet) quite pin any given spider down. However, Bradley certainly seems to be a fly, unaware of the surrounding predicaments he's entangled in. One of the questions now is: Is Latt just punking Bradley some more, or teasing, enticing, 'our' bratty, blond, blue-eyed, boy morsel? :drool: :badgrin:

Only "The Flamingo" knows! :gogirl:

Lovin' this, and You, bud!! (*8*) :kiss:
Chaz :luv:
 
I agree with Chaz only "The Flamingo" knows where this story is headed. We do know that Bradley and Lattimore eventually share an apartment so this little bit of troubled water they are dealing with can't be a deal breaker to where they can never be in the same room together.

Brian
 
Bradley: Those words were haunting. "'Bout time you got your ass out of that car! Did you like what you saw, you little pervert? Get back here to my office. Now!"

I couldn't believe dad was saying this to me. I went back to dad's office while his assistant manager came out to cover for me. I trotted back the corridor and when I cautiously peered into the open doorway, I saw dad behind his desk, and Lattimore seated in a chair. Dad told me to close the door and gestured to me to sit in a chair next to him, directly facing Lattimore.

"Lattimore tells me you were staring at him from your car earlier."

"N-N-No, dad. I wasn't. I was just watching him mowing the grass."

"What did he do after he got off the mower?"

"He just took off his shirt and sipped some water."

"Lattimore says you watched him drenching himself with water and were sitting in your car for 10 minutes staring at him."

"No! That's not true!"

"There is a camera mounted on the building that points to that area of the parking lot that would show when you pulled in and when you left your vehicle. Shall we break down the video?"

We were interrupted by a phone call and dad excused himself, leaving Lattimore and I alone together in the room. I didn't know what to think, and I felt a panic attack coming on. I made my first eye contact with him, and he had a smirk on his face. In a whispery voice he said, "Come on, Bradley, just admit it. You were hoping I'd have dropped my pants out there today. And you wouldn't have told anyone because you would've cummed all over your steering wheel." I was getting soaked in a cold sweat when he said softly, "Robby doesn't want you. Nobody does. And I ought to kick the living shit out of you for trying to get him to help you get me fired. You little bastard."

I was shaking and gasping. "What all did Robby tell you?" Lattimore sneered, "Robby didn't say a word to me." I was confused by that response when dad returned and apologized to Lattimore "for all the grief Bradley has been giving you." As he and Lattimore shook hands, I went out the door with my tail between my legs in total disbelief over what I'd just saw and heard. Minutes after I had slithered back to the front desk to finish my shift, Lattimore came through the lobby to leave. My dad called out to him. "Here are a couple of cream-filled doughnuts that were left over from an earlier meeting. You can have them, son." Lattimore thanked him and gave me a smile as he left.

I had guests to attend to, but I was barely functioning. Lattimore somehow knew about my conversation with Robby. My dad was apologizing, yet again, to that freckle-faced sonofabitch. And shaking his hand. And giving him doughnuts. And calling him "son." What is happening? . . .

Robby: I had gotten myself a decent nap and recovered from my first hangover. I was appreciative that Vance covered for me at the store. Thankfully, Mom and Dad didn't ask me any probing questions about my "slight fever." Vance and I chatted throughout the day about my disturbing conversation that morning with Bradley that he had secretly recorded from under my bed. I felt bad that I slapped Bradley across the face and yelled at him, but I wanted to make it clear that I had no sexual interest in him anymore. I have a new circle of friends/lovers now, and Bradley just doesn't fit into the mix. And I was angry that Bradley wanted to ruin yet another kid just because he didn't live up to his lofty perspectives. Vance was upset over the whole thing because he and Lattimore are best buddies, and we were debating whether or not to tell Lattimore about it. I was concerned that Lattimore might let his emotions get the better of him and do something that would have him fall into Bradley's trap. Vance told me I was underestimating Lattimore, that he was much more clever than I knew.

Later that night, Vance and I went to visit Lattimore and played for him the recording of my conversation with Bradley. I was worried that he would explode, but he didn't. Vance was right. Lattimore was upset, but he said, "No worries. Bradley will self-destruct, as he always does." We had no idea this could have happened as soon as that next damn day.
 
Wow Bradley sure can't catch a break with anyone. He may be in the wrong with a lot of things but I am starting to feel sorry for him. Great writing and I look forward to more of this excellent story!
 
I was NOT expecting that call to be from 'Dad'! You've surprised me again! ..|

I gotta agree with Charmed. Bradley's getting boxed into a corner, and the pressure is mounting. I've given up guessing where you might go with this, because I seem to be as wrong about that as Bradley has been. :slap:

By all means, Please continue! :=D: (*8*) :kiss:
 
Karma is a bitch and Bradley is getting hit back twice as hard for what he did to that basketball player. I feel as though Karma is not quite finished with Bradley. He is being humbled by everyone and hopefully he is learning from that.

Brian
 
I knew you all thought Lattimore was the one who called Bradley! :lol: I love throwing you guys curveballs. It really makes this fun. :D

Interesting how some have sympathy for Bradley, while some think he is getting what he deserves. When one is "boxed into a corner", they either curl up or come out snarling. What should Bradley do? The rift between Bradley and his dad/boss Douglas appears to getting wider, and the sly red fox, Lattimore, seems to be exploiting that. What about Robby, Vance, Mark, and Ricky? Who are your favorite heroes/villains in this story? Who do you want to hear from next?
 
It's becoming somewhat obvious that you've soaked up some of Mom's psych skills. ..|

I'm leaning toward Bradley being a curler. So, does that mean you're gonna have him coming out snarling? Or, if you think I might expect that, is he gonna go balled fetal on us? But, if you think, that I think, that you think, that I think ... I give up! In any case, I'm looking forward to whatever your devious brain cooks up for him.

Is the sly red fox rounding his prey, so he can swoop in as a transformed guardian, and scoop up a scared/confused, blond, blue eyed, morsel to carry off to his den? Is that how they end up living together? Bradley becomes one of Latt's possessions?

I'm of the opinion that Robby is a good candidate for narrating what all the others are UP to. He's become a central character given all the "attention" he's getting from everyone. He's in a position to see, and hear, all the others while their sticking their raging HARD dicks in his salivating, lush lipped mouth, and up his smoldering, squirming, tight, boy butt hole.

SO ... I'm gonna guess we'll hear from Douglas next! HA!

Write On, buddy!! :gogirl: (*8*) :kiss:
Chaz :luv:
 
I would like to hear more from Robby he seems to be the common connection between all of the characters. Bradley is not a fighter but will strike if given the opportunity before curling up in a corner crying.

Brian
 
Originally Quoted by Chaz,
I'm of the opinion that Robby is a good candidate for narrating what all the others are UP to. He's become a central character given all the "attention" he's getting from everyone. He's in a position to see, and hear, all the others while their sticking their raging HARD dicks in his salivating, lush lipped mouth, and up his smoldering, squirming, tight, boy butt hole.
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Oh, Chaz, you certainly do have a way with words. I think I just had an orgasm.

I'm inclined to agree with Chaz and Sweet Brian. I think Robby is the key to everything lately, with a little help from Vance, that little sneak. Bradley needs to realize he has no allies at this point. It seems as if the whole world is against him, even his dad. If he were smart, he'd quit worrying about a way to get even with all these guys and find a way to befriend them. Maybe he should pull a train with all the guys and make himself popular also, like Robby?

So much fun, Anthony. Keep it up, buddy. Always exciting to read more. BC
 
Robby: A couple of quiet days had passed, and Labor Day weekend had begun. It was Saturday morning and I was thinking about Bradley. I was having a case of the guilts about what I'd said and done even though I've been mad at him. So I called to apologize for hitting him and yelling at him, but I didn't have the nerve to reveal that Vance had recorded our bedroom confrontation from days earlier. He explained how his relationship with his dad had deteriorated, and how his dad seems to be favoring Lattimore. There was a business convention at the hotel this weekend, and Bradley said he felt pressure to perform his job well to impress his Pop. He did tell me that the previous night went very well for him. But it wasn't long before he started up about Lattimore. I'm starting to worry about his mental state. One minute he seemed defiant, the next minute he was crying. When he again asked if I would please talk to Lattimore, I told him I would. I was concerned about getting caught in an ugly situation that my interference could only make worse, but doing nothing wasn't helping the fiasco, either. I could hear the trembling in his voice when he thanked me, and told me he still loved me. Later, not knowing what the hell I was stepping into, I called Lattimore . . .

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Bradley: My Friday night shift at the hotel was so important. With the holiday weekend starting, and a business convention taking place, I had to focus on a brisk-paced evening. I had no time to think about Lattimore, which was a good thing. I had some assistance from another employee, which helped make things a bit less overwhelming. When my shift ended later that night, I stopped by the lounge and got something to eat, even hung out by the pool and chatted with a couple of guests. For the first time at the hotel, I didn't feel like I was out over my skis.

When Robby called me the next morning, I was so happy. He apologized for smacking me the other day, and asked me if I was keeping my distance from Lattimore. I got emotional when I told him about Lattimore accusing me of staring at him and dad taking his side, the apology/handshake/doughnuts/"son"! All my insecurities started taking over again. I didn't want to flip out on Robby, but I couldn't contain myself. I still love him, and this may have been my last chance to reconcile. And my last chance to get Lattimore out of my life. I was thrilled and relieved that Robby promised to speak to Lattimore . . .

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Lattimore: Man, those doughnuts Douglas gave me were good. My relationship with Douglas is also getting good. I can't believe he is Sad Brad's Dad. It still burns my ass that little piss ant actually tried to convince little Robby to come up with an idea to get rid of me. He doesn't know who he's messin' with. Boy, is that audio recording that Vance has going to come in handy one of these days! I am really enjoying my new job at the hotel, and I will not let that scrub be a thorn in my side. I can tell in my encounters with Douglas that he thinks his only son is an epic fail. Douglas probably wishes I was his son! I'll admit that I'm being an opportunist. If I can drive a wedge between Douglas and Sad Brad and make myself look good in the process, fine. The only friend Sad Brad ever had is sucking MY dick now. HaHa! Maybe I could make Sad Brad my little bitch! Somehow I still think he has a crush on me, but he'd never have the stones to admit it.

I was hanging out at home with Vance when Robby called . . .

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My devious brain? :badgrin: We will definitely hear from Douglas soon! He has a lot on his plate, doesn't he?
 
That was some very well done writing! I hope Douglas will try to see more of the good in his son. Sure Bradley has done some bad things but I don't think he is all bad.
 
Anthony! great writing. You do have a devious mind to come up with some of Lattimore's ideas. I do wish Douglas and Bradley were on better terms but hopefully they will come together soon. I agree with Charmed Bradley did some bad things but he's not completely bad.

Brian
 
I think Bradley's obsession with getting rid of Lattimore is going to be his downfall. Revenge is not always sweet. Don't know why Bradley doesn't befriend this posse of Lattimore's and enjoy what Robby seems to enjoy. Seems like there's enough dick for both Robby and Bradley, then they can always take care of each other. Everyone is happy. Ah, but that would be too easy and we need drama and intrigue,the kind you seem to be so good at writing, Anthony. This is great stuff. Keep it up. BC
 
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