WATCHING BRAD
Part XXXI
I'd like to say that Brad and I had a fantastic weekend at Niagara Falls. I'd like to say that it was the best, most exciting weekend we'd ever spent together. I'd like to say that everything was wonderful and we couldn't possibly be happier together. I'd like to say that nothing bad happened to us and we felt that life couldn't be better. And I'd like to say that it was all true.
Brad fucking me for the very first time was the final hurdle in our relationship. There was nothing to stand in our way anymore. We fell asleep in love with each other and we woke up even more in love. For the first time in my life, I felt fulfilled.
He didn't fuck me again that weekend. Friday night had been enough for a beginning, and Brad was quite content with that. Just knowing that we
could was more than satisfying to him, especially when I assured him I had a whole box of condoms for him to use.
I don't think Brad stopped touching me from the time we went to sleep on Friday until we arrived bach home on Sunday afternoon. Wherever we went, whatever we did, he was touching me in one way or another. He kissed me whenever he thought it was discreet enough to do so and, occasionally, when it wasn't so discreet. Like on the Maid of the Mist.
Even before we boarded, dressed in our yellow macs and waterproof hats, Brad had hold of my hand. He said he felt the same way about boats as he felt about heights, but he wasn't the least bit nervous or anxious. This time, it was just an excuse to hold my hand. I didn't mind.
A few people looked at us and some made snide comments, but, for the most part, we were ignored. Things certainly had changed since I was a kid. Two men would never been seen holding hands let alone kissing each other, as Brad did to me on several occasions. Nothing serious, mind you. Just simple kisses, but big enough to remind me how much he loved me.
We spent most of Saturday afternoon and evening touring the Clifton Hill museums and then took a drive along the river, stopping along the way to see the beautiful gardens there. Brad got someone to take our picture in front of the enormous floral clock and we even rode the gondola across the eddies. Brad was scared to death, but he loved it. My hand hurt after that trip, though. He's got quite the grip on him, that boy does. We returned for the lighting of the falls again before returning to our hotel well after the sun had set.
We made love long into the night and again in the morning. Brad didn't fuck me, but I fucked him twice, and my blowjobs made up for it. I was still too tender from the night before to let him fuck me again. I knew I'd get used to it, though, and I couldn't wait to start.
We began our three-hour drive around the Golden Horseshoe at two o'clock Sunday afternoon, stopping in Toronto for dinner before continuing on home.
The first thing I did when we got home was to take Brad into my basement office, to show him the shoe box in the bottom-right drawer of my desk. He picked up the box and looked inside it for a long time, running his fingers over each of the dildos he found inside. He looked at me.
"I can't believe you did this just for me. Thank you, Ted," he said. He kissed me. He began to replace the box into the fire-proof safe.
I stopped him. "Bury it at the bottom of the trash," I told him. "I don't need them anymore."
Brad smiled and kissed me again.
Lindsay was already dressed for bed when we arrived at the Hayes household in the early evening. We'd already unloaded the suitcases and found all the souvenirs I'd bought for Lindsay and Brad found the one's he'd bought for his Mom. We stayed for coffee and cookies while Lindsay went through all her stuff, but it had been a busy weekend and we were tired. By nine- thirty, we were in our beds and sound asleep.
* * * * *
Lindsay and Tyler were in the livingroom playing Nintendo and Cali and Mags were sitting with Brad and me in the hot tub. We had our swim suits on as we always did when the kids were around.
Brad and I took turns describing our trip to Niagara Falls. Cali looked politely interested, but Mags hung onto every word. "Oh, that's so romantic," she said when Brad told her of his first view of the Falls and the evening lights. "I've been there, but I've never seen the lights."
"I've got lots of pictures," Brad assured her.
"It's just too bad your visit to your parents had to spoil an otherwise wonderful weekend," Cali mentioned.
"It wasn't too bad," I told her. "Besides, Brad scored major points over Dad's garden." I turned to Brad and kissed him quickly. "I'm so glad your thumb is as green as your eyes."
"Flattery will get you everywhere," Brad said with a wink.
"I know the way," I winked back, and then I kissed him again.
"Easy there, boys," Cali said. "We've got kids in the house."
We sat back then and Brad licked his lips. "Mmmm," he said. "Yummy."
"I bet you say that to
all the boys," Mags said with a tiny chuckle.
"Just one," Brad said. "Very tasty indeed."
"Oh, please," Cali said. "You can't tell me that his lips taste better than his. . ."
"Cali!"Mags shouted.
Cali looked at her lover. "What?" she said in mock shock. "I was going to say ‘tuna casserole'!"
"You are so mean!" Mags said, laughing just as hard as Brad and I.
As the sun dipped behind the house, we packed it in and went inside. The kids were still playing Nintendo.
"Time to go home, Ty," Cali said.
"Aw, Mom," he said.
"Nope. It's getting late." She pulled the paddle from his hand and gave it to Brad, who rolled up the cord and set the paddle near the machine.
"You, too, Sweetheart," I told her. "Time for bed." Lindsay reluctantly gave up her paddle to Brad. I picked her up and hugged her.
"See you later, boys," Cali said. She was carrying Tyler and heading for the door with Mags following close behind.
"You bet," I said. "Goodnight."
"Nite," Brad said. As they left, Brad headed for the bathroom.
"Daddy?"
"Yes, Sweetheart."
"Can you leave some money for Terry tomorrow? She wants to buy me some books for plastic canvas."
"Sure I can, Sweetheart," I told her. "You really like doing that, don't you?"
She nodded. "I want to make things like my bird house."
I kissed her cheek. "You just tell me what you need and I'll get it for you."
"Thank you, Daddy." She kissed me back.
When Brad returned, I set Lindsay down and sent her off to get ready for bed. I'd be in to tuck her in. As she ran down the hall, I pulled Brad into my arms and held him close. "You can go into the bedroom and wait for me," I told him. With a wink, I added, "And lose the lycra."
"Ooooo," he said with a playful grin. "Is my Teddy hungry?"
"Starving," I said.
"One pork sausage coming right up."
"I know," I told him. "I can feel it." I kissed him. "Keep it warm for me." I turned him around, patted his bum, and sent him down the hall.
I closed up the house for the night and went to tuck Lindsay into bed. "You ready, Sweetheart?" I called to her from outside her bedroom door.
"Almost," she called back.
When I got the ‘okay', I went in and tucked her under her blanket and kissed her forehead. "Remind me to give Terry the money in the morning," I told her.
"Okay, Daddy."
"Goodnight, Sweetheart," I said softly and kissed her forehead again.
"Nite, Daddy."
As she rolled over onto her side away from me, I left the room. I stopped at the bathroom for a quick piss, then joined Brad in the bedroom. He was lying on his back, the sheets pushed down, and he was very ready for me.
"Warm enough for you?" he asked quietly.
I stepped to the side of the bed, wrapped my fingers around the shaft, and stroked it a few times. "Just perfect," I said. I lifted it gently away from his body and lowered my mouth over it.
"Oh, God, Ted!" Brad whispered loudly. His hips heaved up toward me.
I sucked him until I had a good taste of him, then pulled away and released him.
Brad's eyes found mine. "I hope I never get tired of that."
"So do I," I said as I slid my swimsuit down my legs and off.
"I know I'll
never get tired of
that," he said, reaching out for my cock. I moved it into his palm and he pulled me toward him, leaning on his elbow so he could suck it into his mouth.
As much as I would have enjoyed standing there and letting Brad take care of me, I didn't. He released me from his mouth with a loud, wet slurp. I reached into the drawer of the night stand and pulled out one of Brad's condoms and the tube of gel.
"Ted?" Brad said. He sounded suddenly serious. I looked at him. He was lying back again and patting the mattress beside him. "Sit down." I sat. "You know I love you, and I love what you did for me Friday. You gave me the best gift you could ever give me. You never said anything, but I know I hurt you. I don't ever want to do that again."
"That's my choice, Brad," I told him.
"No," he said. "It's mine, too."
I looked down into his green eyes. "Okay, I admit that it hurt. But it was the best kind of hurt I've felt in my life. . . and I want to feel it again." I leaned down and kissed him. "It's my choice," I said again.
I ripped open the packet, pulled out the condom, and dropped the foil to the floor before rolling the latex over him. I squeezed a generous amount of gel onto his cockhead and used both hands to spread it around and down his shaft. After wiping my hands with a couple of tissues, I climbed onto the bed and straddled Brad's body.
Brad's eyes didn't leave mine as I reached behind me and grasped his cock in my hand. I raised it upright and settled my ass on it, moving it until I found the right spot, and then I began to sit down on it. The last thing Brad said before his cockhead slid into my ass was, "I love you."
My hand moved away from his cock as I lowered myself to his body. He filled me once more and I could feel myself stretching to accommodate him. My eyes closed to narrow slits and my lips pulled tight, but I refused to stop. I continued down until my ass cheeks were sitting on his pelvis. My mouth opened then, and my eyes closed in dreamy ecstasy. My head fell back slightly and a long sigh of pleasure blew past my lips. I tried to imagine how deep inside me he was and I failed.
There was pain, to be sure, but I hadn't lied to Brad when I told him it was the best kind of hurt. When I thought of how good it would make Brad feel, it was pain that I could easily endure. My eyes opened as I raised my head upright and then looked down. Brad's appendectomy scar peeked out from under my left thigh and my cock pointed toward his chin. Brad's hands rested on my legs and my balls rested in the curly hairs surrounding his cock, tickling me and taking away even more of the pain.
My hand found my cock and I began to stroke as I lifted myself up and then down again. I could feel myself closing around him, squeezing him, clutching at him, and I could hear Brad's ragged breathing and gasps of pleasure. His eyes were closed, but his lips were parted. My left hand moved to his chest, and Brad's right hand moved to my balls.
We settled into a rhythm - my hand rubbing Brad's heaving chest, his hand rubbing my balls, my other hand rubbing my cock, and Brad's cock rubbing me from the inside out. All too soon, I could feel the swelling within me. I could feel Brad's breath becoming needy as he approached orgasm. My own balls told me that mine was approaching as well.
We came at the same time, Brad cumming inside me and I cumming on him. Our moans of exhilaration blended together in harmony and we came as close to being one person as two people could possibly be. It felt as if his cum was filling me to bursting and releasing itself from my own body through my cock. I knew this orgasm was different. I could feel it. Every orgasm with Brad was spectacular, but this one rated the gold medal platform.
This orgasm seemed to start in his toes, travel up through his body to his head, and then back down again to his cock where it blasted out. Again, I could feel every pulse and spasm - every expansion and every contraction. And what I felt inside me I felt in my own hand as well.
When Brad's fingers released my balls, I opened my eyes. He was licking the cum from around his lips and moving his hand to his chest, touching the splatters of my cream on his chest with his fingertip.
I knew it was a powerful orgasm, but I hadn't imagined its power until I saw it. Brad's face was splattered and there was even a splatter against the headboard.
"Gee-sus, Murphy, Ted," Brad said in awe. "Did I do this to you?"
"Nobody else but you," I told him with a very happy smile on my face.
His hand moved to his face, and then his hair. On an impulse, he tilted his head back and looked at the headboard, spotting the splash of semen there. He looked back at me, his beautiful green eyes staring up at me. "Holy, shit. I was so afraid I was hurting you."
I leaned forward and my lips found his. It was a long kiss, and his arms held me to it. My hands slid under Brad's shoulders and he pulled me tighter. My cheek slid down beside his and he whispered in my ear. "Please don't ever leave me, Ted. It would kill me if you did."
I leaned closer to his ear and whispered, "Never."
* * * * *
Brad took the Go into Toronto on Wednesday to finish his registration and pay his tuition and to get his course calendar and some books for the next year. It was late. Lindsay was in bed, sound asleep, and still no sign of him. I stood at the front door, staring through the window into the night. My fingers clutched my cell phone so tightly I could hear the plastic grating against itself.
At ten o'clock, I called Go Transit to check for delays and. . . accidents. There were none. I phoned the hospitals and police stations in Toronto's downtown core. No word of him. I thought of phoning John and Bernice, but I didn't want to worry them as well.
I stood there, watching and waiting, tapping my phone nervously against my thigh. Shortly after eleven-thirty, I began to cry. "Oh, God," I said out loud, "please let him be safe."
Midnight came and went, and still I hadn't moved. Minutes passed with agonizing slowness.
It was ten minutes past one when the cab finally pulled up in front of the house. I ripped open the door and sprinted across the lawn as Brad got out of the taxi. Before he could close the door, I had him in my arms, holding on for dear life. We didn't speak. We just held each other.
I heard an ‘ahem' coming from the cab driver. I shouted, "Turn your fuckin' meter back on and keep your mouth shut!" I went back to hugging Brad and smothering him with kisses.
"I'm okay, Ted," Brad was saying to me. "I'm alright."
I leaned away from him, but I didn't take my hands off him. "What happened? Why are you so late?"
"I was mugged."
"Oh, God! Are you okay?"
"Just a whack on the back of the head." He took my hand in his and moved it to the bump. "It didn't even break skin, but it got me on the ground long enough for them to take everything."
I couldn't say anything to him. I couldn't find my voice. The tears in my eyes blurred his face.
"They took it all," he told me. "My wallet, my shoulder bag, my phone, my books. Even my watch and my shoes." I glanced down at Brad's feet. He wore only white socks. "They got your credit card, too. I'm sorry, Ted."
"You think I care about that?" I grabbed him again.
"The police called a cab for me," he said as I hugged him. "I hope that's okay. I just wanted to get home."
When I felt I had hugged him enough, I let him go and fished my wallet out of my pants. "How much?" I asked the cabby.
He told me and I tossed him the bills. "Keep the change," I said, as I slammed the door shut. I hugged Brad again as the cab drove away.
As Brad locked up the house for the night, I phoned the credit card company and reported the card stolen and called the phone company to have the phone disconnected immediately. I fell asleep holding onto Brad. I was still holding onto him when I woke up in the morning.
* * * * *
"Maybe I should just quit school and get a job," Brad said as we ate dinner the next evening.
"Why?"
"That mugging is going to cost Dad a fortune. Especially the books. He can't afford it."
"I can help pay for it," I offered.
"Don't, Ted. That's Dad's job. He'd be offended if you even mentioned it to him."
"Well, I can't just sit back and let you drop out of college."
"It's not too late," Brad said. "I can get the tuition back."
"You're not dropping out of school and that's that."
Brad was suddenly on his feet. "No, Ted! That's
not that! I have no right to expect you to be looking after me all the time! It's time I started pulling my own weight around here! It's time I grew up and started taking some responsibility in this family! It's time I acted like a man!"
"Brad! Sit down!"
"Daddy?" Her voice was frightened and strained.
I glanced at Lindsay and put my hand on her arm. She was ready to burst into tears. "It's okay, Sweetheart." I turned back to Brad. "Sit. . . down," I said calmly and slowly.
Brad glanced at Lindsay, then back to me. He hurried out of the kitchen and down the hall. I heard our bedroom door close loudly.
"Daddy?"
"Brad's just upset, Sweetheart," I said, my hand still on her arm. "I'll be right back, okay?"
"Okay."
I went to the bedroom. Brad was lying face-down on the bed, his arms folded under his head. I sat beside him, putting my hand on his back. Brad turned his head away from me.
"Brad," I said gently.
Brad's voice was muffled as he spoke into his arm. "Please, Ted, just leave me alone."
I sat there for a few seconds, waiting. There was nothing except his back expanding from the breaths he was taking. I leaned forward and kissed his hair. "I love you, Brad," I said in a hush.
Brad didn't respond.
I removed my hand from his back, stood up, and left the room, closing the door behind me. I joined Lindsay at the table to finish my dinner with her.
"Is Brad okay, Daddy?"
"I think he wants to be alone for awhile, Sweetheart."
Lindsay was quiet as she ate her mashed potatoes and peas. "After supper, can we go outside and sit in my garden?"
"Sure we can, Sweetheart."
* * * * *
Lindsay fell asleep in my lap as we sat swinging in her garden. We'd been quiet most of the time, sitting there just listening to her burbling fountain and looking at her unicorn. I stayed there for a long time after she fell asleep, just holding her and thinking. The sun was dipping to the horizon now, balancing like a beach ball on the roof of the house across the street.
We'd never yelled at each other like that before. It wasn't really an argument, but it was just as serious to me, and I didn't know what to do. It was my job to solve all of life's problems, and I didn't have a solution for this one.
I could see Brad's point. I remembered his I.O.U. sheet. Remember? The paper where we kept track of how many beers Brad had drank? Brad wasn't a mooch. He'd paid for every single beer on that sheet with his own money. It was the same thing now. He was living free, he was eating free and drinking free. He had no bills to worry about. He hadn't even paid his cell phone bill. It was added onto mine when I bought it for him. I could see where he might feel guilty.
But, damn it! He was part of this family now! I'd take care of him just like I'd take care of anyone else who lived under my roof. That was
my responsibility, and it was one I gladly accepted.
Money wasn't an issue. I wasn't rich, by any means, but I was making enough that I could look after my family and keep them comfortable. Brad would never have to work if he didn't want to. Heck, I even had almost enough money tucked away to buy Brad a car. Not a new one, but a good, reliable, used car. I knew what I was going to buy him for Christmas and I knew what I was going to buy him for his birthday. I wanted to do this for him because I loved him. I'd do
anything for Brad, and he knew it.
Maybe that was the problem. Maybe Brad was feeling like a Sugar Baby, and I was his Sugar Daddy. That wasn't the case, of course. I knew Brad wouldn't allow himself to sit around after college and leech off my generosity. He was too independent for that. He wasn't a mooch. But, for the next two years, he would have to be if he wanted to live with me.
He did his share of the work around the house. I hadn't touched a vacuum cleaner in weeks, and I'd almost forgot where the laundry room was. It was Brad who got down on his hands and knees in the bathroom to scrub the floor tiles and clean the toilet. Brad did most of the shopping while Lindsay and I tagged along behind him. He was doing most of the cooking now, too. He was doing everything that a wife would do for me, including offering himself for sex.
That thought opened my eyes. He wasn't feeling like a Sugar Baby. He was feeling like a housewife. That certainly wasn't the case, of course, but I could see how he might think that way.
Brad had said it was time he acted like a man and took some responsibility. But it's difficult to act like a man when he is standing there with a roll of paper towels in one hand and a can of oven cleaner in the other. The only thing lacking was the apron.
"Oh, man, Ted de Villiers," I said to myself. "It's way past your ass now and it's lapping at your nipples." I was drowning myself in deep shit and I was dragging Brad down with me.
The sun had gone to sleep behind the city. I last of it had already disappeared from view and darkness was closing in. Still, I sat there, my mind numb and no solutions in sight. The solar lights coming on sparked past my numbness and I came aware again.
Lindsay was still sleeping in my lap. I hugged her gently and kissed her hair. She stirred as I stood up to take her to bed. "Daddy, I have to go pee," she said in a feeble, sleepy voice.
"Okay, Sweetheart," I said, and I kissed her hair again. I took her inside and to the bedroom where I grabbed her nightgown off the bed, then took her to the bathroom. "Do you need help or can you get ready yourself?"
"I can do it," she said sleepily.
"I'll wait outside, then." I kissed her head and left the room. She appeared a minute or two later, dressed and ready, but her eyes were barely open. I picked her up, carried her to her bed, and tucked her in. She was awake for her goodnight kiss, but she was asleep again before I could say, "Goodnight, Sweetheart."
I went back to the bathroom and picked up her clothes, tossing them into the laundry hamper, and took care of my nightly ablutions. It was still too early for me to go to bed, but that's where I wanted to be. I'd considered sleeping on the sofa, but nixed that idea. Lindsay knew what it had meant when I slept on the sofa during the last two years of my marriage, and I'd spent a lot of nights sleeping there. I wouldn't put Lindsay through that again if she were to wake up and see me there.
I locked up, turned out the lights, and went to our bedroom. The table lamp was turned on and Brad was facing away from me, sleeping under the covers in the middle of the bed. His clothes lay on the floor beside the bed, right where he'd dropped them. Everything except his underwear.
I stripped, dropping my clothes on top of Brads, as if their contact might somehow connect him to me somehow. I left my underwear on, too. I checked the alarm to see that it was set, turned out the light, and crawled carefully into bed, facing the outside. Facing away from Brad.
It was early when I went to bed, but it was a very late before I fell asleep.
To Be Continued
