WATCHING BRAD
Part XXVII
As funny as it may sound, my first concern was Lindsay. Had Brad's screams awakened her? I rolled out of bed, pulled on my robe, and went to her bedroom. I tiptoed to her bed and watched her for a moment, her face bathed in the glow from the streetlights peeking through the curtains. She slept still, and I was relieved. I gently brushed her bangs aside and kissed her forehead.
"I love you, Sweetheart," I whispered.
I quietly closed the door behind me as I left and returned to Brad. He was still sobbing. I dropped my robe to the floor and joined him in bed once more, pulling the sheets over us and taking him in my arms.
Brad grabbed me into his own powerful hug and buried his face into my chest. He began to cry all over again. I kissed his hair and rubbed his back until his sobs stopped. When he finally looked at me, I almost started to cry myself. He looked so beautifully happy.
Brad kissed me first, long and hard, and then he told me he loved me. "I never thought that would
ever happen to me."
I smiled at him. "I had some serious doubts about it myself for awhile."
"I was so happy when you managed to get the head in your mouth, but I never thought you'd be able to take it all like that. I don't have to dream anymore." Brad kissed me again, not quite as long as the first one, but just as hard. When he came away from me, he put his hand on my chest. "If I buy some condoms, will you fuck me?"
"Are you sure?"
"I'm scared, but I'm sure."
"I don't want to hurt you."
"I need to know, Ted," he said. "I need you to do this for me. I need to do it for you."
"You're not just saying this because of what just happened, are you?"
He shook his head. "No. Well, maybe a little. I've been thinking about it for a long time, but I've been afraid. But, if you can do that for me, I can do this for you."
I nodded. "Okay, we'll talk about it later."
"No, Ted," he said. "No talking about it. Will you fuck me? Yes or no?"
I hesitated only a moment before giving him my answer. "Yes, I will."
Brad kissed me again and we sank back into the pillow. We fell asleep that night with the light still on.
* * * * *
The next afternoon, Brad greeted me with a big hug and kiss, right there in the front yard. "I found it, Ted!"
"Found what?"
"I'm not telling. Not until I'm ready to show it to you and Lindsay."
"You bastard," I said, chuckling.
"I've made a few changes in the plans. I don't have to buy everything I thought I would need. I can use what I already have and I can buy the other things I want. It will only cost about four- hundred and fifty more instead of the eight hundred. Isn't that great!?"
It was my turn to hug and kiss Brad, right there in the front yard.
* * * * *
Dinner was finished and the kitchen was cleaned up. Brad took Lindsay and me to the computer to show us the Peterborough website he'd found. He'd located the zoo and the lift lock easily enough and showed us, but he said, "Look what else I found."
He clicked on a ‘Festival of Lights' link. The page opened up on the screen.
"They have a free outdoor concert every Wednesday and Saturday night. There's an illuminated boat show after that, and then they have fireworks."
"Oooo! Daddy!" Lindsay shouted excitedly. "Fireworks!"
"But look here," Brad said as he scrolled down the performance schedule.
He pointed and I looked.
"Oh," I said. "How cool is that?"
Lindsay read the screen. "‘Children's Spectacular'. What's that, Daddy?"
"It's a special performance for children, Sweetheart," I told her.
Her face lit up again. "Can we go?"
I picked her up and gave her a big hug. "You bet." Her arms wrapped around my neck and I got the biggest hug and kiss I'd had since the night before.
Of course, Lindsay wanted Tyler to go with us, but it was his weekend to be with his father. Lindsay would be stuck with us. All we needed to remember was the lawn chairs and insect repellent and maps and the cooler for refreshments.
* * * * *
Before we headed out to the pool that evening, I went downstairs into my office off the den. I often went down there in the evening for half an hour or so, checking my Emails and catching up on extra work. Boring stuff. You know. We rarely used the den, but, with the fireplace, it would be a nice, cozy place in winter, especially for snuggling alone with Brad. The livingroom had a fireplace, but it wasn't half as nice as the one in the den, and it wasn't half as cozy.
I closed my office door behind me and took my seat at the desk. No-one ever bothered me when I was in my office. I opened the bottom desk drawer to my right and pulled out my fireproof box where I kept all my important papers and such. I set it on the desk and retrieved the key from my wallet.
Brad knew about the box. I'd shown him where it was. So did Warren. Warren even had an extra key - just in case. Neither of them knew what was in there except that it was stuff that would be needed if anything were to happen to me.
I unlocked the box and opened the lid. My papers were contained in various marked envelopes, upon which sat a white shoe box with a brown lid. I lifted the shoe box out and pushed the safe aside with my elbow, setting the shoe box in its place.
I opened it and looked inside. "Soon," I said to myself. And I smiled a happy smile.
* * * * *
Friday night, Lindsay went to sleep over at Grandma's. She'd be there both Friday and Saturday nights, then come home Sunday morning and get ready for our trip to Peterborough. The Weather Channel's long-range forecast predicted warm and humid temperatures, but no rain. That was good news, at least for our outing. It wasn't such good news for our lawns.
I fucked Brad for the first time that Friday night.
We spent over an hour sitting in the hot tub, the solar lights casting a pleasant glow over us and lighting the night around us. Brad sat beside me, as naked as I was, and the two bottles of beer sitting on the deck went virtually ignored. We spent our time kissing and exploring and enjoying each other's company.
I still couldn't believe it. Here we were, less than three months from my thirty-third birthday and only five months from Brad's twentieth. And we were making out like a couple of teenagers in the front seat of Father's car, parked in a dark, secluded spot on Lookout Point. I still had a difficult time trying to understand how Brad could have possibly fallen in love with me. Not that I was complaining or anything. I had hit the jackpot with Brad - won the Super Lotto as it were. I was more like a Scratch and Win prize.
But, he said he loved me and I believed him.
It wasn't really late when we went to bed. It was dark, but not late. Brad went into the bedroom first and told me not to come in until he called me. I closed up the house and waited. I was still naked and still hard, and our undrunk beers still sat on the hot tub deck.
I heard Brad calling my name and I walked down the hall and into our bedroom. Candles burned around the place - on dressers and bed stands. I noticed the box of condoms and tube of lubrication gel sitting on the bedside table. Music from Brad's portable sound system was softly playing Toronto's favourite classical music station. I had to smile. Brad never liked classical music until he met me.
He was lying on his back on the bed, his legs spread slightly, his hands tucked behind his head. I looked at him, moving my eyes slowly from his angelic face all the way down to the soles of his feet, stopping for some time at his midsection and looking unabashedly at him there. He was as hard and ready as I was. I moved to the bottom of the bed and sat beside his feet. As I looked into his face, I picked up his right foot and pressed it to my chest. I held his heel in the palm of my left hand as I rubbed the top of his foot with my right. I'd never really played with toes before, but I played with Brads, tracing them with my fingertips and stroking them like tiny cocks with my fingers and thumb. Brad closed his eyes and breathed in deeply.
I grasped his foot in both hands and raised it to my mouth, kissing each toe from the tiniest to the largest. I did the same for his other foot. Brad liked that. At least his moans of pleasure told me so. I crawled up on the bed and kissed my way up, starting at his feet and moving up his legs to his low-hanging balls. I tickled those orbs with my tongue, nipping the skin between my lips. I could feel Brad's body tensing and I could feel movement. I glanced up beyond his cock to watch him as his hands dropped to the bed beside him and clenched the sheets in his fists. His head was thrown back.
I licked his balls as if I were licking an ice cream cone and, when my tongue touched the skin beneath his balls, Brad's moan became a groaning and unmuffled ‘Oh, God!' spoken through clenched teeth.
I moved to kneel at his side and we fell into a sixty-nine position. I was thrilled that I could now give Brad a proper blowjob, and I was equally thrilled knowing that I was the only one in the world who had done so. He sucked me as well, of course. Share and share alike.
We lay in each other's arms for a long time after that, watching the candlelight waltzing on the ceiling and listening to a Mozart horn concerto. Brad had kissed me and I could still taste my semen in his mouth. I'm sure he could still taste his own in mine.
So, there we were, just staring up and the ceiling.
"I'm glad I was adopted," Brad said.
"Whoa!" I said to myself. "Where did that come from?"
Brad was silent for a moment. "You know, don't you?"
"Yes," I admitted. "But how did
you know?"
"I didn't, really, until you didn't say anything," he said quietly. "I could feel your fingers digging into my chest."
"I promised your Mother I wouldn't say anything."
"I figured as much," he said, and he kissed me. He rolled his head back onto the pillow. "I'm glad I was. If Mom and Dad hadn't adopted me, I never would have met you."
I rubbed his chest tenderly, my fingers washing over the small patches of light brown hair. "Are you going to tell them you know?"
He looked into my eyes. "Do you think I should?"
"No, Brad," I told him. "I think you
must. And I think you need to know why they adopted you."
"You know?"
"Yes, I know."
"Then tell me."
I kissed him again. "No, Brad. Not me. Your parents need to tell you themselves. And they will. All you have to do is ask them."
Then he smiled and blinked. His chipped tooth twinkled in the dancing light of the candles. "Tomorrow," he said. "But, tonight, Mr. de Villiers, I want you to make love to me."
My hand moved from his chest to his hair and I brushed my fingers through it. "Are you sure you want to?"
"No," he said softly, "but I must."
We kissed each other for a long time after that.
* * * * *
I was as nervous as a virgin. My hands shook so badly that I couldn't even put on the condom. Brad did it for me. He lay back, his knees up and his legs spread, making room for me. I crawled between them and he held out the tube of gel, ready to squeeze some on my finger.
I held out my hand, my index finger extended. He squeezed a generous amount there. My hand moved beneath his balls and Brad lifted his legs, holding them behind the knees. My middle finger searched carefully and found the spot and I moved my gelled finger there and began preparing him. I'd had anal sex only once before in my life, before I was married, so at least I had an idea what to do. It wasn't with a man, though.
With the outside properly lubed, I pressed my finger to Brad's virgin asshole. I looked into his eyes. "Ready?"
Brad clenched his teeth and nodded. I pushed my finger forward. It slid in easier than I expected. Brad's mouth opened and he breathed a sigh. This was too easy, and I realized suddenly that Brad had been secretly preparing himself for this moment. I had to smile to myself.
Brad didn't complain. He didn't say a word, even after the head of my cock slid inside him. My hands held his calves and Brad's hands grabbed my hips then, holding me still for a moment. His eyes were clenched as well now, and he sucked rapid breaths through his teeth and nose. His face was crinkled in the new sensations. And then he relaxed, and his eyes became unclenched. He opened his mouth and brought his breathing to a more normal rhythm. His hands came away from my hips.
I pushed forward slowly and Brad's moan increased in volume with every millimetre which slipped inside him. When I could go no further, when my pelvis was pushed against the cheeks of his ass and I could feel his balls against my belly, Brad reached both hands down again. One hand wrapped around his balls, lifting them up out of danger. His other hand grabbed my hip, his fingers digging into my own ass cheek, holding me there.
I waited, looking down at him. I could feel his ass squeezing around me, and, with each squeeze, his cock would bounce slightly on his stomach. He opened his eyes and looked up at me. His hand moved from my ass to his cock and he nodded.
Never in my life had making love to someone felt so good. My hands moved to the bed beside Brad, his knees hooked over my shoulders. We found a rhythm together, and Brad's strokes on his cock matched the strokes of my cock in his ass.
We came at the same time - I came deep inside Brad and he came all over the wall and himself. I collapsed on him afterward, my chest mashing against the cum on his chest. His hand was still wrapped around his cock and the other still cradled his balls. My softening cock pulled out of his ass and Brad pulled both hands free and wrapped them around me. We kissed.
Brad pushed me back gently so he could look into my eyes. "No other man will ever know what it feels like to do that, Ted," he said. "Only you."
I rolled to my side on the bed as Brad removed the condom and set it aside.
"Will you hold me?" he asked.
I did.
* * * * *
I kept Lindsay busy in the kitchen, munching chocolate oatmeal cookies as she sat in my lap. Brad talked to John and Bernice in their livingroom.
"What are they talking about, Daddy?" she asked.
"It's private, Sweetheart."
She nodded. "Stuff they don't want us to know about?"
"No, Sweetheart," I answered truthfully. "Just stuff they want to talk about by themselves."
"Is Brad okay?"
"Yes, he is."
"That's good," she said. "Can I have another cookie?"
Bernice was dabbing at her eyes when they returned. Even John's and Brad's eyes were moist. Brad took his seat beside me as John and Bernice sat opposite us.
Lindsay noticed the tears. "Is everything okay?"
Brad took charge. "Everything is fine, Lindsay," he said. He was smiling gently and his voice was soft and kind. "Do you know what being adopted means?" Lindsay nodded. "I was adopted."
"But you still love Grandma and Grandpa, don't you?"
"More than ever."
"And they still love you, right?"
"More and more each day," Bernice replied.
"Then those are happy tears?"
"Very happy tears, Lindsay," Brad said.
The subject was never mentioned again.
* * * * *
"How much longer, Daddy?" Lindsay asked from the back seat of the car.
"Not far now, Sweetheart."
"You keep saying that, Daddy," she said. "How far is ‘not far'?"
"Not far," Brad said with a little chuckle.
I was sure I'd packed the maps Brad had printed from the computer. I don't know how we forgot them. But, I had a pretty good idea where to go and how to get there. I knew the By-Pass well. I'd taken it a number of times on my way to Ottawa. I just had to find the Queensway exit.
We crossed over a large overpass crossing Highway 28. I remembered that highway. "We're almost there, Sweetheart," I assured her. Sure enough, we rounded a large bend and the By-Pass lay before us. "Now," I said, "the fun part begins."
The Queensway exit was easy enough to find. Things got rather nasty after that. We reached a set of stop lights and a road veered off to the left while the one we were on continued straight. The light was green, and I was in the wrong lane to go left, so I took the ‘straight on' one. We rounded another corner and. . . "Uh oh."
The road ended. I mean, it wasn't a dead end or anything. It used to be there, but it was all closed off permanently. I had to turn to the right. There was nowhere else to go.
"I think we should have taken the Parkway back there," Brad said.
"Keep cool, Ted," I told myself. A large mall lay before us now and I had to turn left. Thankfully, a set of stop lights were just up ahead and I took the time as I waited for the light to turn green to get my bearings. Lansdowne Street. I remembered that. It ran along the south end of the city. "Okay, this is good," I said.
"Daddy, I have to go to the bathroom."
"Okay, Sweetheart."
Brad pointed to his left. "The Parkway should be that way."
I pointed straight ahead. "And this way should take us to the same place." I drove straight. Hilly place, Peterborough. We passed side streets and small businesses and we climbed a huge hill. We topped the hill and there was a stop sign looking at us. But the road didn't go on through. There was only left and right. "Uh oh," I said again.
"Well," I said when I reached the stop sign, "we have to go that way." I pointed to the right. "So, that's the way we go." I turned right, down the hill again, and ran into another set of stop lights. I had no idea where Sherbrooke Street was on the map. I knew we still had to be further north, as well as east, and left was north, so I turned left.
We drove north, passing more streets and stop lights. None of the names looked familiar.
"Daddy, I gotta go."
"Okay, Sweetheart," I said. "I'll find a place." But there weren't any. No gas stations. No restaurants. No nothing. "Where's a Tim Horton's when you need it?"
We topped another hill and were faced with yet another set of lights. I could turn right, to the east again, or continue north. "Uh oh," I said again. The road we were on ended at another set of lights just up ahead. Brad glanced at me, but kept his mouth shut. Okay, we had probably gone too far north. Main streets shouldn't be ending like this. And we still had to go east anyway. I turned right at the lights, drove down the street a distance, then turned right again at the lights, heading south this time.
"One way streets!" Brad said excitedly. "I remember seeing those on the map!"
"But these are the wrong ones," I said. "The ones we need are over there." I pointed left. So, left we would go.
"What in heck is this?" Brad asked. "What kind of city puts blocks in the middle of blocks?"
"Peterborough does," I said. I turned left and came to yet another one-way street heading north. The streets were staggered here, funnily enough. Streets ran east and west, but when they hit the one-ways, you had to zigzag around a block set between them. So, I zigzagged and got back on the street going east. Down a small hill to another stoplight.
"Daddy!" Lindsay shouted. "A gas station!"
"It's a self-serve, Sweetheart," I said. "They don't have bathrooms for customers." I silently cursed Tim Horton.
We waited for the light to turn green. "We need help, Ted," Brad said.
"I don't ask for directions," I said.
"Well, I do," Brad said. "Look." He pointed to the left. "Pull up beside that man with the grocery cart. I'll ask him."
"Daddy!"
"Okay, Sweetheart. Just a minute." I was getting extremely anxious, as was Lindsay. The light turned green and I turned left. As I did, the man turned toward a building, stopping at a set of stairs in front of the building. "Damn!" I said. "Sorry, Sweetheart. I shouldn't curse."
Brad was already rolling down his window as I pulled up to the curb. The man was standing on the bottom step, holding the handrail with one hand and about to pull the cart up the steps with the other.
He looked up when he heard Brad say, "Excuse me!"
He set the cart back on its legs and came forward. He was an older gentleman, dressed as casually as he could in this heat, and he wore a dark golfer's cap on his head. Wavy grey hair stuck out from under the cap. He had a full, almost white beard and wore gold-rimmed eyeglasses. He was rather heavyset and walked with a noticeable limp. He was staring at Brad.
He bent down when he reached the car. "Lost?" he said amiably.
"Yes," Brad said.
Before he continued, I interrupted. "Pardon me for being so forward, but do you live there?"
"Yes," he said.
"Could my daughter use your bathroom? I haven't been able to find one and we need one now."
"Sure," the man said.
"I'll take her," Brad said. "I've got to go, too." The man stepped back as Brad opened the door. Lindsay was already unbuckled and reaching for the handle.
The man looked at me through the window. "If you're coming in, too," he said, "you can't park here. Just pull around the corner to the right. You can park there."
"Thanks," I said.
"No problem," he answered as he touched the brim of his cap.
He stepped away again as Lindsay closed the car door behind her. I rolled up the windows and pulled away. As I turned the corner, I glanced back and saw Brad carrying the man's grocery cart up the steps. That's my boy, I thought. Always eager to help anyone.
The man was right. I could park around the corner. I did. I got out, locked the doors, and headed back to the building. The door was open and the man was standing inside, waiting for me. I could hear a dog barking through the open door at the end of the hall.
I held out my hand to greet him. "Thank you so much," I told him. "It was getting a little close for my daughter." He nodded and smiled his understanding. "I'm Ted de Villiers."
His handshake was friendly and firm. "Hi," he said. "I'm Neil."
To Be Continued
