Watching Brad

[harry113]

Yes, better & better !!!
Thanks Neil
Harry

 

[valle12tom]

This is a really good story. Thanks for writing. Great character development and you have me hooked and wanting to know what happens next which is what good writing is all about.

I really care about Brad and Ted.

Thanks for writing.
peace

 

[Craiger]

Lordy, two great stories in one day. Each chapter adds more real life to it. I am so glad you like writing....

Craiger

 

[DeafFoxDemon]

neil, u are the best writer like ever !! u should publish those stories!!!, who knows maybe u will win noble peace prize for ur work!!lol

 

[gsdx]

WATCHING BRAD
Part XXIV​

I was preparing breakfast in the morning when the doorbell rang. Lindsay was too busy watching Sunday morning cartoons to bother, and Brad was still in the shower, so Dear Old Dad had the pleasure of answering it.

"Hi, Mags," I said as I pulled open the door and saw her standing there.

"Sorry to bother you, Ted," she said, "but do you have some coffee and milk and sugar we could borrow until we can get to the store?"

"Does Cali have a cell phone?"

"Yes."

I pulled mine out of my pocket and handed it to her. "Call her and tell her to get over here. Coffee's on already."

"Oh, I can't do that," she said.

"Sure you can," I told her. "You just push this button to turn it on and push these ones to. . ."

Mags laughed. "I know how," she said. "I just don't want to impose."

"No imposition," I said. "Has Tyler eaten yet?"

"No. We don't have milk for his cereal."

My raised eyebrows and my smile gave her my answer. "Call them."

Mags began dialing, then raised the phone to her ear. A moment later, she said, "Hi, Cal. I'm here with. . . Oh, my!" She quickly turned away and hung her head. Her cheeks turned a bright, rosey pink. "Nothing, Cal. It's just that Brad's here now and all he has on is a towel."

I looked around and there he was, wrapped in a towel that was tenting out with what was left of his morning hardon. He was rubbing his hair dry with another towel. I kissed him and said, "As ravishing as you look, I think you should get changed. We're expecting company for breakfast."

Brad looked down. "Oh!" He lowered his other towel and covered himself. "I. . . um. . . I think. . ."

I winked at him. "Put on something nice for Cali."

First blush of the day, but it was just a shading of pink this time. He disappeared around the corner, heading for the bedroom.

"Okay," Mags was saying when I turned back to her. "I'll wait here then. Bye, Sweetie."

She hung up and handed the phone back to me. She turned slowly at first, then more quickly when she saw that Brad wasn't standing there anymore.

"Come on in," I said.

"He's very. . . um. . . rather big, isn't he?" Mags whispered. I loved her timidity.

I gave her my best understanding smile. "We're used to it around here."

"I'm sorry if I embarrassed him," she said. "It's going to take me awhile to get used to him."

"Don't worry, Mags," I told her. I hoped my smile was reassuring. "He's very gentle."

Mags snatched onto my wrist, pulling me closer. "Is that really him in there?" she whispered.

"Yes."

"Oh, I must apologize to him. I shouldn't be embarrassing him like that." If Mags ever did apologize to Brad, he never told me, and I didn't ask.

"Trust me, Mags. He's just as afraid of embarrassing you. Now, come on." I led her to the kitchen. "Eggs and bacon for everyone?"

"Tyler likes cereal, if you have any."

"Lots," I told her. I opened the pantry door. "Take your pick," I said. I dug out another frying pan, set it on the stove, and cracked open a few more eggs.

Mags set a box of cereal on the counter. "Bowls are there," I said, pointing. "Could you prepare two? Brown sugar is up here and white is on the table. Lindsay likes brown with that."

"Tyler likes brown sugar, too. Do you have any cinnamon?"

Again, I pointed. Lindsay liked cinnamon. "I've never thought of using cinnamon. Is it good?"

"It's delicious," Mags said as she retrieved the cinnamon from the spice rack. "Not much. Just a sprinkling."

"Could you sprinkle a bit on Lindsay's, too? I think she might like it."

Mags replied, "I'm sure she will.

Brad arrived in time to greet Cali and Tyler at the front door. "Lindsay! Tyler's here!"

"I'm watching cartoons, Ty!" Lindsay shouted. I could hear his running footsteps heading for the livingroom.

Brad and Cali appeared in the kitchen.

"Brad?" I said, "Could you set up TV trays for the kids?" Mags was almost finished preparing the cereal.

"Hi, Teddy," Cali said, stepping up beside me and planting a big one on my cheek. "I hear your boyfriend's trying to seduce my girlfriend with his manly wiles."

I had to grin at her. "Well, he does stand out in a crowd."

"Yeah," Cali said. "From here to Scarborough!"

"Cal!" Mags said, shaking her head, "you're incorrigible!"

"Forget her," Cali said with a nod to Mags. "She doesn't know how to have fun. I do love to tease that boy, though," she said with a wink.

"If he didn't like you so much, he wouldn't come out of the bedroom."

"If I were you, I'm not sure I'd come out, either."

"Cal!"

"Oh, come on, Mags," Cali said with a grin. "Lighten up! Just because I like the perfume doesn't mean I want to squirt it all over me!"

"All set up," Brad said as he came back into the kitchen.

"Cereal's there," I told him.

"I'll take it," Mags said.

"Toast is ready, too. What does Tyler like on his toast?"

"I'll get it for them," Cali said, and grabbed two slices and went to the table to spread them with raspberry jam.

"Lindsay likes marmalade," I told her.

"I'll get the coffee then," Brad said with a shrug.

Minutes later, the kids were busy eating their cereal and toast and watching TV. We grown-ups were sitting around the small, kitchen table, eating our bacon and eggs.

"So," I said, "how's the move going?"

"Not bad," Cali said, "but Tyler's not handling it too well. Nothing's unpacked or set up yet. He doesn't have anything to do."

"He can stay here," I told her. "Lindsay can keep him occupied, I'm sure."

"You're a Sweetie, Teddy, but you've done enough already."

"And we can do more," Brad said. "We'll watch him for the day. Let you ladies get your house in order."

Cali looked at me. "Where did you find this boy, Teddy?"

"Next door, actually," I said. "He was my neighbour before he moved in with Lindsay and me."

Cali sat back in her chair and turned to Brad. "You don't look old enough to own a house."

"It's my parent's place. I was still living there."

"Really?" She seemed genuinely surprised. "And they're okay with the two of you?"

"Yeah," Brad answered. "Why not?"

Mags spoke. She sounded rather sad. "My parents haven't spoken to me in over ten years. They don't even know where I live now."

Cali reached out and clutched Mags' hand. "Enough of this moribund crap," she said. "The way they treated you, they don't even deserve to have you for a daughter. Besides, you've got me now to take care of you." She leaned forward to give Mags a reassuring kiss.

Brad glanced quickly at me and I could see in his eyes that he suddenly realized how lucky he had been that his parents were so understanding and loving. I grabbed his hand and squeezed it.

Cali turned again to Brad. "So, Bradley, how much does it cost to feed that thing each week?"

Cali certainly knew how to lighten a mood.

"Hey," I said as the laughter died down. I motioned the others forward into a huddle. "We're having a surprise birthday party on Tuesday for Lindsay," I whispered. "Would you like to come?"

"Oh, Teddy, we'd love to come. What should we buy her?"

"Anything with unicorns or faeries."

"There's enough fairies around here, and Bradley's got enough between his legs to make up ten more." We all laughed again. "We'll stick with unicorns." She turned to Brad. "Speaking of horny things, Bradley, how long does it take to raise the flag on that thing in the morning?"

I wasn't even awake yet and my stomach was hurting. Mags was still wiping tears of laughter from her eyes, her face bright red with embarrassment. Brad just hung his head and shook it back and forth.

Cali looked at me and jerked her head toward Mags. "And you thought Bradley had a monopoly on blushing."

I glanced at Mags and jerked my head toward Cali. "Is she always like this?"

"Pretty much," Mags said, still laughing to herself. "But only with people she likes."

Cali picked up a slice of bacon in her fingers and began munching on it. "So, Teddy," she said, "You didn't tell us. How did you and Bradley meet? Mind you, you probably met his shorts twenty minutes before the rest of him got there."

More laughing and a few more blushes. There weren't going to be many unhappy moments with Cali around.

"Just like I met you, really," I answered her. "I was moving in a few weeks ago and my friend bombed out on me. It was the weekend of that big storm, remember? I was trying to get my furniture off the truck before it rained and Brad jumped in and helped."

"Just a few weeks ago?" Cali asked. "Love at first sight."

"Hardly," Brad said. "Neither of us even knew we liked men yet. At least not until we got to know each other. We just met and became friends and then we kind of fell in love with each other."

"Oh, that's so romantic," Mags said. "I love a good love story like that."

"It happens," Cali said. "Like Mags and me. I married her brother and had Tyler, and then fell in love with her. I'd spent my whole life hiding from myself."

Now I knew why I liked Cali so much. Kindred spirits.

"I knew I was a lesbian," Mags said shyly. "I was just afraid."

"I still am," Brad added, the same hint of shyness in his voice.

Cali placed a comforting hand on Brad's arm. "Trust me, Bradley, you won't stay afraid very long. This is the best kind of happy you can feel."

The room became eerily silent, broken only by the laughter of the kids in the livingroom. Breakfast was finished. Cali took her hand back and rose to her feet. "Well, Honey," she said to Mags, "we've got a pile of work to do. Best get at it."

The rest of us stood as well. "Don't worry about Tyler," I told Cali. "We'll take good care of him."

"I know you will, Teddy." Cali was the kissiest person I've ever met, but this time, I got a big hug out of it as well.

Brad got the same treatment plus a pinch on the cheek to boot. "You know I'm just teasing you, Sweetie."

Brad smiled. "Yeah, I know."

"That's good," Cali said. She started to leave and turned back. "Oh, by the way, Bradley, until I get my clothes line up, could you just stand in your front yard, point it my way, and think of Ted?"

They were probably half-way home before Brad and I stopped laughing.

* * * * *

It was just after lunch that Warren phoned. Brad and I were out digging up our yard when Lindsay called at us from the door. I kicked off my shoes outside and headed for the phone.

"Hi, Warren."

"Hey, Teddy," he said with welcomed cheerfulness. "Doc says I'm a stone's throw from the edge of the woods. C'est bon, n'est pas?"

"Wonderful news, Warren," I said. I'm sure he could hear the relieved grin in my voice.

"I'm here, too, Ted," Bill said.

"Hi, Bill," I said. "Warren keeping you busy?"

"Not me," Bill quipped, "but he keeps the night nurse on his toes."

"He looks just like Chris O'Donnell and he smells like vanilla custard."

"With a cherry on top?" I asked jokingly.

"Whipped cream," Bill joked back.

Anxious to change the subject - my stomach still hurt from Cali's visit - I asked, "Any idea when you can go home?"

"Not for awhile yet, Teddy. Doc wants to keep me here until I can lose another five kilos."

"Well, just keep doing what you're supposed to be doing, pal," I said. "I expect you to be sitting in the front row when my little girl walks down the aisle."

"You can count on that one, Teddy. Life is good, and I almost convinced myself to die. This boy is going to be around for a long time yet."

"I hope so," I told him honestly.

"Speaking of Lindsay," Bill interrupted, "how's she holding up?"

"Great," I said. "She's sitting here playing Nintendo. I've got her back into dance class. I didn't know Connie hasn't been taking her for the past two months."

"Oh, Teddy, why didn't she tell you?"

"Because," Bill jumped in, knowing instinctively that it would be difficult for me to talk freely. "Connie probably told her she'd get a spanking if she did. Am I right, Ted?"

"More than that, Bill. A lot more."

"That you wouldn't love her if she told you." He knew Connie too well.

"Yup."

"I'm so sorry, Ted. I can read people, but I never saw that in her," Warren said. "She fooled a lot of people. And what she did to Lindsay. . ."

"She excelled at that," I said, "but it's all over now."

"Lindsay's doing okay now?"

"Just great. She's playing Nintendo with a neighbour boy who moved in a few houses down the street. We're keeping him busy so Cali and Mags can unpack and do some shopping and stuff."

"Oooo," Warren exclaimed in his favourite ‘interesting' voice. "Cali sounds cute!"

"He's a she, Warren."

"Oh," he said, disappointed. Then, "Oh!"

"Yeah," I said. "They were here for dinner last night and breakfast this morning. They're great people. You'd like Cali. She teases Brad better than you do."

"My kind of gal!"

"How is Brad?" Bill asked.

"Great. He's outside now digging up our front yard. He's doing some landscaping."

"You mean ‘our' as in ‘you and Lindsay and Basket Boy?" That was Warren.

"Yes, Warren. This is our house now."

I heard a sigh, and then Warren became the ‘serious' Warren. "Please tell me you're happy, Ted. I want so much for you to be happy."

"I'm very happy, Warren. And Brad's very happy, too."

"Then I'm happy for you, Ted. You deserve it after all this time."

"No, I don't, Warren. I have Lindsay now, and I have Brad, too. No-one deserves this much happiness."

Bill's voice cut in. "Many people don't have any, Ted. You spent twelve years trying to find it with Connie, and she almost took what little you had away from you. Enjoy it now. You're not being selfish."

Warren spoke up again. "Like I said, Teddy, you deserve it. I've got the doctor here now, waiting to shove something else up my ass, so I have to go. You take care of that family, you hear me?"

"I will, Warren. Thanks," I said. "Love you both."

Lindsay shouted, "Bye!"

"We love you, too, Teddy, and say ‘bye' to Lindsay for us."

"I will. See you later, eh?"

"Bye."

And it was done. Warren was almost out of the woods and I prayed he'd make it the rest of the way. I had a feeling, though, that he would. Warren was too stubborn to die now, especially since he'd come so far.

"I'm going back out to help Brad. Do you two need anything?"

Lindsay paused the game. "Could you make another sandwich, Daddy?"

"But you just had lunch."

"I know but Ty. . . I mean, I'm still hungry."

I smiled at her cleverness. "Sure, Sweetheart. What kind of sandwich do you want?"

She glanced at Tyler and he whispered in her ear, "Peanut butter and banana."

Lindsay looked up at me again. "Peanut butter and banana. And could you make one with jam instead of banana? I'm really hungry, Daddy."

I kissed her forehead. "Sure." For good measure, I kissed Tyler's forehead, too. But Lindsay got the biggest one.

A few minutes later, I set one plate on the coffee table with two different sandwiches on it. But there were two glasses of cold milk.

* * * * *

Cali arrived later that afternoon to pick up Tyler. He didn't want to go, but finally relented when I promised him he could come over and sleep on air mattresses on the floor some night. We cleaned up the tools, then got cleaned up and dressed. I took everyone out to Burger King for supper. I drove through Tim Horton's on the way home and bought a box of Timbits and a half dozen apple fritters. We hadn't had any in a long time, and I figured all that digging had worn off at least a pinch of my Timbit tummy. I deserved the treat.

With my help, the yard was almost ready for Brad's landscaping. The rest would be up to him, and he'd get on it first thing in the morning.

Lindsay was in bed and sound asleep by eight-thirty. By nine, Brad and I were sitting naked in the hot tub for the very first time. Man, it was better than I could have imagined, and I didn't begrudge a single penny of the privacy fence.

Brad sat opposite me, leaning into the corner. His feet were playing with mine and our toes danced to the music of the bubbling water. He just sat there, his arms spread out on the rim of the tub, staring at me for the longest time.

"You are so beautiful, Ted de Villiers."

I bowed my head in mock humility. "Aw, shucks. I bet you say that to all the guys." But, when I looked back into Brad's face, it was nothing but sincere.

"No, I don't." He stood up and moved toward me, his hardon pointing the way. He stopped when he was standing in front of me. "When I look at you, and when I think about what a wonderful man you are, this happens to me."

He bent at the waist and his lips found mine. It was a savage kiss this time, full of the passion we both felt for each other. It was loud and it was noisy and it was beautiful. We explored each other like never before, and we did it with the ferocity of two hurricanes coming together. I found myself moaning into Brad's mouth, and his own grunts of excitement blended with mine, echoing back and forth between us. I sucked desperate breaths of air through my nostrils as I pulled his face closer to mine.

I finally pushed him away. I needed him, and I was going to take him. My hands grabbed his hips and pulled him forward and into me. It was getting easier each time, and the head of his cock soon found itself lodged inside my mouth. One hand wrapped itself around his shaft, the other tickled his balls from underneath. I sucked his cock and I teased it. My tongue traced him and dug into the tiny slit at the tip. His hands found my shoulders and Brad held on. My jaws strained, but I was getting used to his size and there very little pain anymore.

Within a few minutes, the swelling began, and I prepared myself for his release. It came with all the power and strength his youth could give me, and I was greedy in accepting it. I could hear his groans of pleasure above me, and I was sure our neighbours could hear him as well. I didn't care. His happiness was the only thing that mattered.

When it was over, I held his cock in my mouth until it softened and Brad had caught his breath. And then he pushed me away, wrapped one arm around my back and hooked the other under my legs, and he picked me up. He stepped out of the hot tub without even a swagger and flipped the switch to ‘off' with his toe.

He carried me to the back door. I slid it open and he stepped through. I slid the door closed again and locked it. We were dripping on the carpet, but I didn't care. Brad carried me around as I locked the front door and turned off the lights, and then he took me into the bedroom. I closed the door and he took me to the bed and laid me on it. I could feel the sheets absorbing the moisture from my body. I flipped on the table lamp beside me.

Brad released me then and climbed onto the bed between my legs, pushing them apart with his knees. He bent forward and captured my cock in his gentle fingers and his lips joined them a moment later.

He sucked me to my own orgasm and he accepted it as I had accepted his. With a happy smile on his face, he lay down beside me and kissed me. My hand found the lamp and I turned off the light. Our lips were still pressed together when I fell asleep.

To Be Continued​

 

[mushka]

I can't stop squealing. I don't even do that with movies or TV. Excellent work, really.

 

[reachingout]

Thanks for sharing your story telling gift.
:thewave:We all ENJOY.

 

[sheep]

Brad is too good for Ted. Send him here. I'm at 123 Maple at the corner of....

 

[harry113]

Oooooo ... Wow !!!
This story is still getting better
Neil, I don't know how you do it, but please carry on !!!!
Peace & Love
Harry

 

[sheep]

I'll take your hot ass anytime KC!!!!!

Get your hands away from biKCboy. I have first right of refusal.

 

[pfunkatl2]

you are FABULOUS...I am JEALOUS of your writing but THRILLED at reading it...I have cried, laughed, jerked off and BARELY moved from my chair since I started readin...THANK YOU!!!

pfunkatl2003@yahoo.com

 

[kcm17480]

They don't show this stuff on TV. Too bad because it would be more interesting than what is on. Good job.

 

[caddymac]

Great Story!!! Love it. Thank you!

 

[gsdx]

WATCHING BRAD
Part XXV​

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.

"Surprise!!"

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?"

She nodded.

"And you know Brad loves me?"

Another nod.

"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."

"Nitey-nite, Daddy."

I stood up.

"Nitey-nite, Brad."

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​

 

[mushka]

Yay for Brad!!! I keep on squealing when i read your story. Love it soooo much.

 

[sheep]

That is the best example of *mind over matter*.

 

[Kyanimal]

AWESOME, Neil!! Absolutely AWESOME!!

 

[harry113]

What a beautiful chapter
Thanks Neil

 

[dlf0001]

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.

 

[gsdx]

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.