WATCHING BRAD
Part 97
Victoria Day began at 7:03 AM when three excited little boys came running through the open door of our bedroom. My two beautiful little angels climbed up onto our bed and onto us.
"Daddy," Justin said excitedly, "Andrew didn't pee the bed!"
I turned my head toward my sons' friend as he stood beside my bed. He was smiling, waiting. "That's wonderful, Andrew."
"Justin and Jeremy woke me up when they went to the bathroom," he explained. His grin was as big as Justin's. "I went pee in the toilet."
I reached out and tousled his hair. "Excellent," I congratulated him.
"We're hungry now," Jeremy said.
I looked back at my sons. "You know what you have to do first," I smiled at them as I winked. One by one, they bent down and gave me my morning kiss, then sat up so Brad could twist himself around to give me a kiss of his own.
"You park it here, Pops," he said. "I'll get their breakfast today."
"I'll get it. I'm awake," I said. "I won't go back to sleep."
"What do you say be
both get it?"
"Deal," I said. We sealed our deal with another kiss. The boys sat on us, waiting impatiently for us to finish.
Finally, Jeremy couldn't wait any longer. "We're hungry!" he shouted.
Brad and I began laughing into each other's mouth. He pulled his head away and looked down at me as he grinned. "Maybe you should explain to them the meaning of ‘sleeping in'," he said.
I grinned back at him. "They know ‘sleeping' and they know ‘in'. It will be a few more years before they put the two words together. Still want to marry me now?"
Brad's face took on a serious look and he heaved a heavy sigh. "Oh, I might as well," he said. "I don't have anything better to do with the rest of my life."
"I love you, Tiger."
"I love you, too, Pops," Brad said. "Now, I need another kiss."
We kept this kiss short, but only because the twins were bouncing on our chests and shouting, "We're hungry, Daddy!"
* * * * *
Brad and Lori Smith arrived shortly after ten-thirty to pick up their son. They were enormously pleased to hear about Andrew's successful and dry sleep-over. I assured them that he was welcome to stay over again any time. I gave Lori the Kylie sheet Andrew had used and kept the other at home for his visits. They stayed long enough to have coffee with us, then left us to spend the rest of our Victoria Day together.
Brad and I packed a picnic lunch and a stash of juices into a backpack, loaded the bicycles onto the van racks, locked up the house, and took off for Bomanville to ride a bicycle trail Brad had found through the internet. We had ridden around together along the street, but this was the first time for a serious bike ride - so serious, in fact, that the boys refused to leave the house without wearing their matching bicycle shorts and jerseys, pads, and helmets. Lindsay decided she would ride in the van in comfort. She would suit up when she got there.
Before long, we were parked, the bikes were unloaded, and all set to ride. Brad carried the backpack. I lead the group with Justin and Jeremy following me in a line, then Lindsay, with Brad bringing up the rear.
We rode slowly, not really certain how well the twins would be able to hold up. The path was really nothing more than a dirt trail cut through the woods, travelling alongside a creek and crossing it in two places. It wasn't deep, but the boys had a lot of fun riding through it. Their screams of delight echoed through the trees. We stopped occasionally to look at the nature around us and we found one bend in the creek which had eroded a large pool. We were there for almost ten minutes, standing on the grassy banks, as the boys tossed small stones into the water.
It took us over an hour to reach the end where we turned around and headed back. We stopped again at our bend in the creek, parked our bikes, sat down on the grass there, and had our picnic lunch. The twins were tired physically, but having the time of their lives, and far-too-excited to even think of sleeping.
The water was too cold to go wading in the creek looking for water creatures, but we could do that another time when the weather warmed up enough. As it was, it had been an unusually cool Spring and the temperatures weren't high enough yet to warm the water.
We packed up once more and finished our ride back to the van. We were all tired by then and my legs felt like soggy noodles. I hadn't had that much exercise in years. As I got the kids out of their protective riding gear, Brad began loading the bikes once more. I barely got the twins buckled into their car seats before they fell asleep. I helped Brad load the rest of the bikes and lock them into place.
We detoured through Maple Grove so we could stop at Archie's general store where I could buy milk, bread, and a few things for supper. Archie recognized me immediately and greeted me with a smile and a friendly ‘good afternoon'.
"The twins not with you today?" he asked.
"They're asleep in the van," I told him. "We were out bike riding."
"That would do it," he said.
A woman appeared from an open door behind the counter. She was shorter than Archie, but almost as big around as he was. She, too, wore a white apron. As she talked quietly to Archie, I set about gathering the items I wanted. The woman was still there as I approached the counter.
I set my purchases on the counter. To me, he said, "This is my wife, Joan."
"Pleased to meet you," I said. "I'm Ted."
"Archie ‘ere sez yer da one wit' the two b'ys, dere." Her Newfoundland accent was very fast, surprisingly heavy, and completely unexpected. "Da twins, ya know bye."
"That would be me," I said.
"I be wantin' ta meet ‘em," she said. "Ya brings ‘em in next time yer ‘roun', ya hear?"
"They're asleep in the van if you'd like to go see them. My daughter's out there, too."
"Not when dey's asleep bye. No sense huggin' de b'ys when dey's asleep. Can't hug me back."
I had to laugh despite myself. "I'm sorry," I apologized. "May I ask how long you've lived here?"
"Thirty-two years," she said with a grin and a wink. "I don't always talk like that. The customers get a kick out of it. Keeps them coming back, and those who are just passing through leave with smiles on their faces."
"I'm sure they do," I said, smiling back at her. "Don't worry, though. We'll be back and you'll get to meet the twins. Until then. . ." As Archie tallied my purchases, I opened my wallet and showed Joan a picture of the twins. Lindsay stood behind them with her hands resting on one shoulder each.
"Ain't dey jus' de bee's knees now bye?" She looked up at me. "Oops. Sorry. I forget myself sometimes. They really are adorable. All three of them."
"Thank you," I said as I pulled the money out of my wallet to pay.
Archie handed me the change and pushed the paper bag toward me. I grabbed it up in my arm. "Thanks," I said. "We'll be back soon. Take care, eh?"
"You, too," Archie said.
"Bye, now."
* * * * *
I carried the twins into the house and directly to their bedroom. They hadn't awakened yet and, as soon as I laid them on the bed, they rolled into their usual sleeping positions. Lindsay was watching a DVD by the time I passed by her on my way out to help Brad with the rest of the bikes. I set the last bike against the wall inside the garage and turned to face Brad. He put his hands on my waist and pulled me close for a long, warm, tender kiss. My arms wrapped themselves around his back.
"Mmmmm," I moaned. Our lips parted with a wet smack. We leaned away from each other but our crotches remained pressed against each other. I could feel Brad's cock hardening against me. My hands came around to plant themselves again his chest. "What was that all about?"
"We're alone and I wanted to show you how much I love you."
"Couldn't it wait until later?"
"No." He kissed me again, trapping my hands between us. "I love you, Pops."
"I love you, too, Tiger, but I think we should stop before you get carried away here."
"I
need to get carried away, Ted," he said. There was a very familiar urgency in his voice. "Right here. Right now. Will you help me?"
"But the kids. . ."
"It won't take long," Brad said. "I guarantee it." His hands slid from my waist and moved between us where they began unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans. He turned slightly until his back was to the open door.
"Gee-sus, Murphy, Brad," I whispered loudly. I moved to stand at his side, putting my arm around his back, my hand resting on his right shoulder, my other hand on his chest. Brad was already hauling his stiffening cock out of his underwear. Within a few strokes, it was rock solid.
I glanced over my shoulder. It was extremely unlikely that anyone driving or walking past would even see us, let alone see what we were doing. Still, I guided Brad around a bit so that I was at least shielding his body and his actions.
He wrapped his hand tightly around his cock and began jerking off as he hooked his thumb into his underwear and tugged the waistband down, releasing his balls into the open air of the garage. He turned his head as he stroked, pressing his lips against mine and kissing me hard.
Brad was sucking air through his nose and into his heaving lungs. His tongue searched my mouth, exploring everywhere it could reach. My arm pulled him closer to me as the world outside disappeared entirely. Nothing else mattered other than Brad's impending orgasm which was swiftly approaching.
His lips separated from mine momentarily and he whispered into my mouth. "My balls, Ted," he said hoarsely. "Do my balls!" His lips returned to mine.
My free hand moved down off his pec, my fingertips gliding over his abdomen and stomach, then beneath his cock. My fingers found his balls and I cupped them in my hand and gently squeezed them as my fingers rolled them around in their sack the way he liked.
His breathing became more frantic and his stroking became more urgent. He began groaning into me, his voice muffled by my mouth. His mouth came away from mine again and hung open. "Oh, God," he said in a gruff whisper, and his handsome young face scrunched into a grimace as his eyes closed tightly.
A series of soft grunts accompanied the spasms of his body. I looked down to see his swollen cock blasting out the man cream stored inside Brad's body. It flew in an arc, landing with soft splashes on the concrete floor. Two shots. Three. And then three more. Brad collapsed against me as he drained himself. My right arm slid around his back and far side, holding him upright.
The last of his cum flowed from his cock, falling in long drops and gathering in a pool on the floor in front of him. Brad's head fell forward and to the side, coming to rest against my chest as his body came down from its orgasmic high. Gradually, his cock softened and his breathing slowed. My left hand moved from his balls to press gently against his stomach.
Brad's head came up to face me, his moist, green eyes gazing lovingly into mine. His lips broke into a youthful and impish grin. "Next time we go riding," he said softly, "I'll take the lead and you can follow
my ass around the park."
I looked down at the load of jism on the floor. "You mean I did this to you?"
"You're the only one who does, Pops," he said. "You have no idea how horny you make me."
"Thank you," I said as I turned my head to kiss him. "Now, come on and tuck yourself in. Lindsay's in there alone with the boys."
* * * * *
That evening, after supper, I did something I haven't done in many years. I played Candyland with the kids. When Lindsay was younger, it was her favourite board game. The twins had never played it. Lindsay played the first three games before becoming bored and going back to her needlework. She was much too old to be playing that game anymore. Apparently, Brad and I weren't. We took turns playing four more games with the twins. They took particular delight whenever I got stuck in Molasses Swamp, and I seemed to be the only one getting stuck there.
It was after their bedtime when we finally packed up the game and put it away, but there were promises of future games. I was pretty sure Terry would be wrangled into playing a few games with them as well.
Later that night, after the kids were asleep in bed, Brad gave me a gentle and very long blowjob, bringing me to the edge several times and backing away at the last moment until those orgasmic feelings subsided. When he finally allowed my climax, it was incredible to say the least. He took me deep into his throat and kept me there as I released my pent-up semen into and held my cock in his mouth until I relaxed and my cock grew soft once again.
He slowly pulled his lips away from me and sat back on his heels, smiling at me and licking his lips. His cock stood up hard and straight between his legs, sprouting from the light-brown curls like a totem.
"You taste delicious," he said with a wink, and then he leaned forward, planting his hands on either side of me, and pressing his lips against mine. His balls bounced against my stomach and his cockhead rested on my chest. My hands sought it out and wrapped around him.
His head moved away from me and he looked down at me, smiling. "I've already had my turn today, Pops."
"You can have another turn," I told him. "I don't mind."
"Not without you," he said. "You know the rules." He kissed me again as he rolled to his side, pulling me onto my side as well.
"I still think that's a stupid rule," I said when the kiss finally ended. "If you can cum five times a day, why shouldn't you?"
Brad heaved himself up onto his elbow beside me, looking tenderly down into my face, his fingers stroking my hair. "It's not all about me, Ted," he said softly. "It's about
us. The two of us. I'm not here because I love orgasms. I'm here because I love
you. Orgasms come and go. They make me feel good for a few minutes. You make me feel good all the time. I can live without orgasms, Ted, but I can't live without you. Don't ever stop loving me. That's all I want from you."
I wanted to speak, but I was afraid to. I knew my voice would fail me.
"I love you, Ted," Brad continued. "I love you more than anything or anyone else in the world. I
need you more than anything or anyone else in the world. In less than two months, I'm going to be married to you. You'll be my husband and I'll be yours, and there won't be anyone in this world happier than I will be."
I found my voice. "You won't be any happier than I will be, Brad."
He smiled widely then, his chipped tooth beaming down at me under the glow of the bedside lamp. For the first time since I had met Brad, I extended my index finger and ran it over the chip. I had felt it many times with my tongue, but never with my finger. I moved my hand to the side of his face, the skin warm and soft beneath my touch.
"Don't ever get that fixed, Brad."
"I won't if you don't want me to."
Before we curled up in each other's arms, I set the alarm and turned out the light. In two months, we would be married. I couldn't wait.
To Be Continued
