Watching Brad

[Kyanimal]

Neil ...

Haven't had "The Sniffles", like THIS, for a Long Time!!

THANK YOU!! (Would someone Please pass the Kleenex??)

Keep smilin'!!
Chaz

 

[harry113]

Ky, at this rate we're going to run out of Kleenex !
Thanks Neil for another touching chapter.
I love your sense of humour ...... the English language bits are great !
Peace & Love
Harry

 

[gsdx]

WATCHING BRAD
Part XXXXVI​

Demolition began soon after ten in the morning of Saturday, November 12. It had been a hectic week. The permits were picked up and stuck prominently on the front window and the list of supplies and building materials had been ordered and would be delivered early next week.

John and Bernice had been incredible to us. They had taken to Justin and Jeremy as they had with Lindsay, and the boys had taken to them as well. They had both been over Friday night with Bernice watching the kids while Brad and John helped me move things around in the garage in preparation for the delivery. The bathtub, toilet and sink had been moved to the side of the garage for easy access and we moved Lindsay's fountain and unicorn, brought in for the winter, into the far corner where they would be safe.. Brad and I did the lifting. John supervised.

So, there we were. Ready to tear things apart. Bernice was downstairs with the kids. John's friends had arrived as well. Introductions were made and we got right to work.

We took up the wall-to-wall carpeting first. It was still in excellent condition and I'd just have to hire some carpet installers to put it back in when the rooms were done. It should fit again and there should be enough left over from the bathroom area cut-out to put in the walk-in closet. The underlay was good, too, so it all went out to the garage until needed.

We ripped up the tack strips next, removed the two closet doors and the framing around them. Brad let me have the first swing of the sledge hammer. Already it was feeling warm. I hadn't done manual labour like this in years. Even Brad was working up a sweat and had pulled off his shirt. By the time we got to the sledge, he had changed into his cut-offs. It had been a long time since I'd seen him in them, and he looked good.

Okay, where was I? Right. Sledge hammer. It wasn't much of a swing. All I managed to do was to pop a hole through the drywall. Brad showed off by punching a bigger hole above mine with his fist. I gave him a kiss, handed him the sledge, and said, "Have at it."

Pete, the carpenter, stood back when Brad wound up for his swing. John and Anthony, the bathroom fitter and tiler, were at the other end of the room measuring and drawing lines on the floor with a blue chalk line.

"Ted?" John called me. I went over to them. "Tony says you're definitely going to need new plywood for this bathroom floor."

"It's in good shape," Anthony said, "but it's too thin for floor tiles. You'll be cracking grout and tiles all over the place if you don't replace it with three-quarter ply."

I nodded. I didn't really understand, but I nodded anyway as if I did. "What do I need and how much?"

Anthony said, "That depends if you want to replace the bedroom ply as well."

I took a look around. I had a good idea of the price of a sheet of plywood. Quick calculations told me this could be really expensive. "Is it really necessary?"

"No," Anthony replied.

"Then let's just stick to the bathroom."

Anthony told me how many sheets to buy and the proper screws for attaching it. I phoned in the order to Home Hardware and added it to what would be delivered next Monday or Tuesday afternoon.

Brad worked like a horse, pulling things down and smashing them up. I let him go and spent most of my time cleaning up and carrying stuff to the disposal bin which had been dropped off on our front lawn earlier that morning. The kids wanted to help but, with all the nails and jagged pieces of wood, I kept them well out of the way.

By the time we went to bed that night, I was cursing our decision to drain the hot tub. I could have used it now. Still, it was fun sharing a nice hot bath with Brad. Too bad I was too tired and sore to do anything with him except sit there and hurt all over.

* * * * *

As it turned out, the building supplies were delivered on Tuesday afternoon. They had phoned my cell that morning and I met them at home to show them where to put everything. The boys were with me, all bundled up against the cold in their new snow suits, and watched in fascination as the small crane unloaded the sheets of ply and drywall and cement board and the stacks of two-by-fours and all the other materials we would need. Unfortunately, they couldn't unload it any further than the driveway. We had to carry it all inside the garage ourselves.

Terry stayed with the boys as I moved all the smaller boxes inside, then went to work on the two-bys. I decided to wait for Brad to help me with the plywood and drywall and cement board. By the time I was done, I could barely pick up the boys to carry them inside. Brad helped me move the rest of it that evening after dinner.

I suppose I should tell you about the twins. Just to catch you up. Well, I can tell you everything in one single word: fantastic! As far as they're concerned, this was their home and this was where they were going to stay. Nancy had already returned for two visits and Mr. Sparks came with her one evening to meet Brad.

We were sitting together in the livingroom having coffee and chatting when Jeremy came tearing upstairs from the den and clambered into Brad's lap to show him the new picture he'd painted for him on the easel. He was already bathed and dressed in his PJs and bathrobe.

"Remember what I told you about running on the stairs?"

"Sorry, Brad," Jeremy said. "I forgot."

"Try to remember next time, okay?"

Jeremy nodded.

"Well, this one seems to be completely at ease with you," Mr. Sparks said.

"Jeremy," Brad said. "Right from the first day we met. He's my best little buddy, aren't you, Jer?"

Jeremy, who was lying back against Brad's chest, tilted his head up and turned it to one side, his lips puckered and ready. Brad gave him a nice, loud smacker and hugged him. Brad had such a smile of pride on his face. Jeremy's smile was pure contentment.

"Daddy? Can we have a cookie?"

"Just one, and then it's time for bed, okay?" Jeremy nodded. "Go tell your brother and sister."

Jeremy slid out of Brad's lap and ran to the basement stairs. He yelled, "We can have a cookie!" Then he went to the kitchen to join Brad, who had gone to fix them their bedtime snack. Lindsay and Justin joined them moments later.

"They certainly look more at home now," Nancy said.

"I have a feeling they think they are home now," I said.

"And what do you think?" she asked.

I looked at her. "I think they are, too."

"Would you mind if we speak with them alone?" Mr. Sparks asked. "Your daughter, too?" he added.

"Of course not," I told him. "Is the kitchen okay?"

"It's fine. Thank you." Both he and Nancy disappeared into the kitchen. Brad appeared a few moments later and sat beside me. My left arm found its way to his shoulders.

"Do you think this is wise?" he whispered.

"We don't hide it from the kids," I said. "I'm not going to hide it from Sparks."

"Then I won't hide this," Brad said, and he kissed me.

"Nancy has a crush on you, you know."

"You're kidding."

"Nope," I grinned. "Fortunately, she knows I've got a bigger one. Crush, that is."

"Lucky me," Brad said, and he kissed me again.

* * * * *

Mom and Dad arrived again on Friday night. One more month to the day before Christmas and one month minus two days before Brad's birthday. Dad was all ready to begin the plumbing. We would hit the store in the morning to get what he needed. Everything was ready. The plywood flooring had been replaced and the framing had been started. At least the walls were laid out and a few studs were in place and the tub and shower access had been framed in.

The boys were already in bed this time. Of course, Mom had brought along another bag full of things with which she could spoil her grandchildren. Lindsay wasn't too happy that she had to wait until morning so they could all get their surprises together, but she survived.

Saturday morning, we carried in the tub, toilet, and sink, setting them roughly in place. The kids were playing with their new toys. Dad took his measurements and made his list of supplies. The boys came with us, but Lindsay stayed with home Mom. By early afternoon, Dad was drilling his first holes in the floor. Lindsay and Mom were over at Grandma Hayes. The boys stayed with me, holding my pantlegs as they watched Grandpa de Villiers work. John and Pete would be here later to continue the framing.

Boys and tools and heavy equipment. I think it's genetic.

After he'd drilled the holes for the toilet, Dad handed Brad the drill and showed him where to drill the rest of the holes. Brad had his shorts on again, but, without the heavy work, he wore a T-shirt as well. There wasn't much sweat involved in drilling holes in floors.

We all went to the Hayes household for dinner that night. The twins loved going over there for dinner or lunch. So did Lindsay, for that matter. Grandma Hayes meant cake. The twins fell asleep in our arms while we sat around after dinner. They'd barely managed to eat their cake before their eyes started to sag. They'd missed their afternoon nap. Too much going on to even think of sleeping.

We didn't even dress them to take them home. We just put their coats over their shoulders. Even Lindsay was too tired for her bath, so she changed behind her blanket wall as Brad and I changed the boys. Justin woke up. "Bathroom, Daddy," he said. I carried him to the bathroom and set him on the toilet. I held him as he went. His eyes were already closed. By the time he finished, he was sound asleep again. Brad managed to awaken Jeremy long enough to get him started as well.

Properly tucked in and kissed goodnight, we left the three kids to their dreams and joined Mom and Dad in the kitchen. Of course, Mom had a pot of tea ready for us.

"You sure all this is worth it, Son?" Dad asked.

"Even if it's just for six months, it's been more than worth it, Dad."

Mom cut in. "They wouldn't think of taking those boys away now, would they?"

"It's only been a few weeks," I told her. "Who knows what's going to happen five months down the road?"

"They belong here, Son," Dad said. "They belong here with you and Brad."

"It's not my decision, Dad."

"Well, they're damned fools if they can't see this is they place my grandsons need to be. They'll never find two more loving fathers than you two."

Brad was dumfounded. "I. . . um. . . I'm not going to be their father," he said.

"Well, you could have fooled me, Son," Dad said. "The way that boy hangs onto you? The way you take care of him? Sure look like a father to me."

"Thank you, Sir," Brad said.

"And I'll have no more of that ‘Sir' trash. The name's Dad."

It was official. Brad was a de Villiers.

Mom came up behind Brad, put her hands on his shoulder, and bent down to give him a kiss on the cheek. "Welcome to the family, Brad."

* * * * *

Brad and I made love to each other that night. I went first. Or, more correctly, I should say that I came first. We could do a lot of things at the same time. This wasn't one of them. We had to take turns.

Brad was extra gentle and extra loving. Perhaps he was celebrating his acceptance as a de Villiers. Perhaps he was in an especially romantic mood after smashing wood with his bare hands. Whatever it was, we both had an extra special, extra satisfying night that night.

* * * * *

Dad finished up his plumbing Sunday morning before they left for home in the early afternoon. He would come back after the inspector had been in and the room had been tiled to hook everything up. The framing was finished as well and John and Pete had completed the repairs to the walls caused by the closet removal. Now, I could call in the electrician to wire the place, call the inspectors to come in and check it all out, and then we could begin the drywalling.

It was happening.

* * * * *

Later Sunday afternoon, we went grocery shopping. Justin sat in the child seat in my cart. Lindsay rode on the front, standing on the rack beneath the cart and holding on. Jeremy rode with Brad. It took a lot of food to feed this family, let me tell you. Tomorrow, I promised myself, I'd go shopping for a freezer.

I bought supper at Kentucky Fried Chicken. I was too tired to cook and Colonel Sanders was so good at it. He was more than welcome in my home that night.

Brad jerked off for me that night. I lay on his right side, cuddled next to him with his left arm around me and my head lying on his shoulder so I could watch from his perspective. It was an incredible sight. I had a hardon as well, but I kept my hands off it. I played with Brad's balls for him instead.

My mind flashed back to that first night I had watched Brad through his bedroom window. I remembered the innocense and intensity with which he had pleasured himself. I had been mesmerized by his beauty and size. Of course, I hadn't thought of him as ‘beautiful' back then. He was a man. Men weren't beautiful. Not back then.

So many things had changed since that night. Men could be beautiful now. At least my Brad was. And dangerously sexy. My life was so different now, and, for the first time in my life, I felt fulfilled. I had given up wondering why he fell in love with me. I didn't care anymore. He loved me and he pleased me and he made me happy. I couldn't imagine anything that could make me happier than my life as it was now.

Brad was still just as mesmerizing as he had been so many months ago. He still jerked off with the same enthusiasm as he always had. He jerked off for me because he knew I liked watching him, but he also jerked off because he liked doing it. He made love to himself with the same care and expertise with which he made love to me.

I licked at his pre-cum as he squeezed it along his mammoth tube until it appeared at the slit at the tip of his cockhead, and then I'd settle back and wait for the next helping. From where I was, from where my head rested against him, I was surrounded by smells, and they were all exciting. The last remnants of his deodorant mixed with the perspiration which was now gathering in the hairy pits of his arms. I could smell his breath and his shampoo, and there was his scent from his chest and, finally, the smell of sex that came at me from straight ahead. It all screamed of Brad, and there wasn't a more enticing, exciting smell in the world.

Brad's stroking became more rapid, more urgent. His cockhead began to swell and pull tight. His chest moved up and down beneath me and I could feel his moans and groans from inside him where they began. His breath blew over me, fanning me and exciting me. His hand gripped tighter and moved faster. The strokes became longer, from the base of his cock to the flared ridge of his cockhead. His chest began to heave.

I could hear his climax beginning inside his chest. A long, soft moan of ecstasy, barely heard by my ear, was felt inside his chest. He was breathing hard now - deep, gasping breaths. His hand flew along his shaft and the head began to pulsate, the slit winking at me, telling me he was ready.

I knew the moment well, and I placed my lips over the tip when that moment came. And then Brad came. His cream blasted off the roof of my mouth, filling it over and over. I could taste it on my tongue and I could smell it in my nose. The scent reached me even from the inside.

Brad came a lot that night. It continued much longer than usual, and I was more than eager to help him make it last as long as I could.

"Oh, God, Ted!" That's all he said, and he said it in a whisper.

I let Brad shoot into me, accepting his prize without complaint. As his hand slowed, squeezing the last droplets of his cream into my waiting mouth, my tongue licked away whatever remained on the head of his cock.

He had barely finished cumming when Brad pushed me onto my back and sank his mouth over my own cock. Moments later, I was cumming as well. Brad was equally eager to accept my prize.

I had to climb over him to get to his other side to go to sleep. I couldn't sleep on his left side, and he couldn't sleep on my right. It felt strange any other way. I fell asleep with the thoughts of a perfect life going through my mind.

I couldn't imagine myself being any happier.

* * * * *

Monday afternoon, I left work early to go freezer shopping. I quickly found one I liked, and the size was right to fit the space. I would hold a lot of food and I could start stocking up on sales and such. It would be nice to have a few bags of milk and a few loaves of bread handy without having to run to the store all the time. Four litres of milk didn't last long in this house.

The freezer would be delivered on Wednesday. I had decided to put it in the laundry room to the right of the basement stairs instead of in the storage room. All we had to do was to move one of the folding tables to another wall.

Terry joined us for dinner that night. I think, if there was room for her, she would have moved in with us. She loved the kids and the kids loved her. And she'd been working hard with the boys and their Leapsters. They knew their alphabet now and could recognize numbers up to one hundred. They were learning to tell time now, too, on both a hand clock and a digital clock. Terry was an amazing care-giver and teacher.

On Tuesday, Lindsay joined a neighbourhood friend for dinner. Her spot at the table sure looked empty. Brad stayed with the boys as I walked the few houses away to get her at seven-thirty.

The boys were bathed and in bed by eight and Brad and I sat on the sofa waiting for Lindsay to finish her bath. When she came out, she climbed into my lap and settled against my chest. Something was wrong.

"Are you okay, Sweetheart?"

"My tummy hurts, Daddy," she said.

I felt her forehead. It felt fine. No temperature.

"Get the thermometer," I told Brad, and he left to do so. "Show me where it hurts, Sweetheart."

She pointed and I began rubbing the spot gently. Brad returned with the ear thermometer. Her temperature was a bit above normal normal.

"Maybe you're getting the flu, Sweetheart," I told her, and cuddled her as Brad went to the kitchen to mix her an Alka-Seltzer. "Drink this, Sweetheart," I said to her when he returned with it. "Drink it all if you can."

She did, and then I took her to bed and stayed with her until she fell asleep.

"How is she?" Brad asked when I returned.

"Sleeping," I said, and then I chuckled. "She let out one helluva burp."

"I know," Brad smiled. "I heard it."

"I'll stay home with her if she's not feeling better in the morning," I said. "She might be coming down with the flu. Happens every year about this time, what with school and all."

We cuddled and hugged, and hugged and cuddled some more, and then we closed up the house and went to bed.

* * * * *

The scream startled me awake. It was Justin. "Daddy!" I was out of bed, grabbing my robe, and on my way to their bedroom before Brad's feet hit the floor. I turned on the light. The boys were staring at the blanket wall.

I could smell it before I saw it, and I knew what it was immediately. Lindsay was retching and crying when I reached her bed. Puke was all over her, the nightgown, the blankets, and on the floor. Her forehead was covered in sweat and I put my hand to her forehead. She was burning up.

"Ted?" Brad said.

I glanced at him. "Get an ambulance," I said as calmly as I could.

To Be Continued​

 

[caddymac]

I know, I know, I have not read the chapter but the last line here bothers me. I hope it is not too bad.

 

[Kyanimal]

"And I'll have no more of that ‘Sir' trash. The name's Dad."

O.K., Neil. THAT line "got me"!!

And I "trust" it is "just" Lindsay's appendix? Yes?

 

[gsdx]

And I "trust" it is "just" Lindsay's appendix? Yes?

If you think way back to when Brad had his attack, Ted said that he had been through it all before with Lindsay.

You'll just have to wait until tomorrow morning, I guess.

 

[Kyanimal]

Oh! "SHOOT"!!!

 

[sheep]

Damn, Neil! Now I'll be a nervous wreck at my wedding today!
How come Ted & Brad never relax with a beer anymore? Doesn't all that coffee keep them awake?

 

[mushka]

Food poisoning? She was at someone else's house for dinner...

 

[harry113]

God!! I hope she is better quickly

 

[RacerBear]

I L-O-V-E this story. I can't wait to find out what happens each day. You've got me digging in my files for my old stories too.

Just one thing.......'40' in roman numerals should be 'XL' not 'XXXX'.

 

[gsdx]

Just one thing.......'40' in roman numerals should be 'XL' not 'XXXX'.

I know. It's all explained in Chapter 49.

You'll just have to wait.

 

[gsdx]

WATCHING BRAD
Part XXXXVII​

"Daddy, it hurts," Lindsay cried.

"I know, Sweetheart," I soothed her. "I'm right here." I gathered her up in my arms. And headed for the bathroom. "Wait here," I told the twins as I passed them.

I knelt on one knee in front of the toilet. Lindsay sat on my other leg. With my right arm around her I leaned her over the toilet. "I'm sorry, Sweetheart," I told her. "I have to do this."

My finger found her lips and she opened her mouth to me. I pushed inside and touched the back of her throat. Her body heaved suddenly and I pulled my hand away as a volley of vomit shot out. Lindsay heaved and puked and cried and I held onto her for dear life.

When she finished, I did it again. Another volley erupted from her, but much less this time. A third attempt came up empty. I set her on the vanity, filled the sink with water, and quickly cleaned her up as best I could.

I cradled her in my arms. Brad was beside me now, on his knees, holding pants and underwear. I lifted my feet one at a time and he put the underwear over them and pulled them up under my bathrobe. He did the same for the pants.

"Watch the boys," I told him. Lindsay was still crying when I carried her to the livingroom sofa. I grabbed the blanket off the back and flipped it out with one hand before laying it on the cushions. I set Lindsay gently upon it and wrapped it around her. I sat beside her as Brad arrived with the twins. Outside somewhere, I could hear the siren approaching.

Brad left the boys at the end of the sofa and went to the hall closet. He came back with my winter coat and helped me pull it on. The siren screamed outside and then suddenly stopped and Brad ran to the door to let paramedics in.

"Food poisoning, I think," I told the parameds. "I forced her to vomit as much as she could. They started working on her immediately.

I went to the phone, found the number I needed, and dialed quickly.

Just then, the doorbell rang urgently three times in a row and the door opened. Bernice and John came running in. "Oh, God," Bernice said. Brad came up beside her and hugged her close.

The number I had dialed rang and rang. There was no answer. I hung up and dialed again. Still, it rang and no-one responded. "Damn!" I said, and went back to be with Lindsay as the parameds placed her on the gurney and strapped her in. I followed them to the door.

"We'll stay here, Ted," John said as we passed. I just nodded.

* * * * *

The other child's parents were in the emergency room when we got to the hospital. Now I knew why they hadn't answered their phone.

"We think it was the turkey," the young mother said to me. I didn't feel like talking to them.

I went to the desk and filled out the forms. I didn't have my wallet but Lindsay was on file.

I sat down beside the other parents and waited. Brad came in a few minutes later with another blanket, coat, and boots for Lindsay, and a shirt and socks for me. He set them on a chair as I stood to meet him. He pulled me into his arms.

"Mom and Dad are staying with the boys," he said as he hugged me. "How is she?"

"I don't know."

"Here," he said, holding out my wallet. "You forgot this."

I went back to the receptionist and showed her my OHIP card, then grabbed up my shirt and socks and went to the bathroom to change out of my bathrobe. I returned to sit with Brad. My eyes stared down the hall where they had wheeled my daughter. Brad held me.

I had known it was food poisoning as soon as I saw her. I'd had it myself a few years ago and I knew what it could do to the body. A cousin of mine had actually died from a severe case of it.

Time moves too slowly during moments like this. It gives a parent too much time to think. It gives too much time to imagine arranging a funeral and buying a tiny coffin and floral wreaths. It gives too much time to think about what you want engraved on a headstone. It gives too much time to see how close the numbers were between the ‘born' and ‘died' dates. It gives too much time to think about life without your child around you anymore. There was too much time to think, but not nearly enough time spent with my daughter. I wanted more. A whole lot more.

We waited in silence. I was barely aware of Brad's touch on me. I barely knew he was even there, holding me close. Until he kissed my cheek. I looked into his green eyes. There was as much pain and concern in them as I felt could be seen in mine. I kissed him back, but not on the cheek. And then I hugged him.

"Pray, Brad," I whispered softly. "Please pray."

Brad hugged me harder. "I haven't stopped, Ted," he whispered back.

* * * * *

The doctor approached us. He glanced at the other girl's parents, and then at me and Brad. "Which of you is the father?" he asked.

"I am," I said as I rose to my feet. Brad stood with me, as did the other couple.

"Your kids are fine," he said. Brad grasped my hand in his and squeezed it tightly. "We pumped their stomachs. They're going to be sick for awhile, but they'll be fine. They will probably be sick again until the poisoning leaves their system, and they'll probably develop diarrhea. I suggest you buy lots electrolytes, liquid or frozen. No dairy or acidic juices, and nothing with caffeine. Avoid solid foods for a few days, especially if they develop diarrhea."

"Okay," I said. "What about antibiotics?"

"No," the doctor said. "They do more harm than good in these cases. The kids have to do this on their own."

"Okay," I repeated. "Thanks."

"You can come in and take them home now," the doctor said. "They're out of danger and there's nothing more we can do for them here." We started forward. "Sorry, Sir," he said to me. "Your friend will have to stay here."

"He's my partner," I told him sternly. "He's as much a part of my daughter's family as I am. He goes with me."

The doctor nodded and led the way to the room. Both girls were there. The other couple went to their daughter, who was asleep. Lindsay was awake and sat up, reaching for me, when I entered. She latched onto me, crying into my chest. I picked her up and held her close.

"It's okay, Sweetheart," I assured her. "You're going to be okay." I hugged her and kissed her hair. "Let's go home now."

I set her back on the bed and Brad handed me her coat and boots. I helped her put them on, wrapped her in the blanket, and picked her up again. We stopped at the bank of telephones on our way out.

"Better phone your mother," I told Brad.

He pulled a quarter out of his pocket and called home. A moment later, he said, "Wow, Dad, that was fast. Were you sitting right on the phone? . . . Yeah, she's okay. We're on our way home."

"We're stopping at Shoppers first," I said to him.

"Oh, right," he said. "We're going to the Drug Mart to get something for her first. We'll be home soon, okay? . . . Thanks, Dad. Love you, too." He hung up.

* * * * *

Brad carried the Pedialyte into the house. I'd bought plenty - three litres each of grape, bubble gum, and fruit flavours - plus several boxes of the freezer pops in grape, cherry, orange, and blue raspberry flavours. Dehydration was the biggest concern now. I carried Lindsay inside. Bernice met us at the door, holding it open for us. John was standing right behind her. "The boys are asleep," she said. "They tried to stay awake, though."

"Thanks, Bernice," I said as I entered. "Brad? Put as much of that in the fridge as you can put the pops in the freezer. Then could you bring us a glass of that Pedialyte?"

"Which flavour?"

"Grape, please," Lindsay said.

Brad went to the kitchen. John and Bernice followed me into the livingroom where I set Lindsay onto the sofa and began taking off her coat and boots.

"The ambulance woke us up," John said. "Scared the hell out of us when we saw it parked in front of your house."

"Thanks, both of you," I said. Then, to Lindsay, I said, "I'll go get you another nightgown, okay? You stay here with Grandma and Grandpa." I kissed her forehead and headed for her room.

I returned with a clean nightgown. Bernice pulled off Lindsay's soiled nightgown and took it to the sink to rinse out the vomit. I put her clean gown on her, wrapped her in the blanket again, then sat down and pulled her into my lap. The hospital had already cleaned her up. Brad sat beside me and handed Lindsay her drink. I felt her forehead. Already, her fever was down.

"Just take tiny sips, Sweetheart," I said. "Don't drink it too fast."

I leaned back into the sofa and took a deep breath. The clock on the VCR told me it was almost four-thirty in the morning.

Bernice returned. "I changed her bed and rinsed out her blankets and sheets. They're in the washing machine now."

"Thank you," I said.

"My pleasure," Bernice said. "I had to do some. . ."

"Daddy!" Lindsay shouted. "Bathroom!" The glass dropped to the carpet.

I made it just in time. Her stomach was empty. Now it was time to clean out the rest of her insides. This was nothing new to me. After ten years, I was well acquainted emergency bathroom runs. I knew I wouldn't be sleeping any more that night, and Lindsay wouldn't be sleeping much, either. I just hadn't thought it would start so soon.

"I'm sorry, Daddy," she said weakly.

"It's not your fault, Sweetheart," I told her. "I'll stay with you, okay? And I'll be here with you tomorrow, too. Are you finished yet?"

"I think so," she said.

"It will happen again, so you let me know as soon as you feel it."

"Okay, Daddy."

I helped her clean up, then carried her back to the livingroom. Someone had cleaned up the Pedialyte and scrubbed the area with foam carpet cleaner. Another glass sat on the table.

"I'll stay with you tonight, Ted," Bernice said.

"No, Bernice," I said. "We'll be fine. Go home."

She put her hand on my shoulder and nodded. "Okay," she said. "Call if you need us." Brad saw them to the door, then joined me.

"Go back to bed, Brad," I told him. "I'll stay with her."

"And I'm staying with you," he replied. "I wouldn't sleep anyway."

Another dash to the bathroom was necessary soon after that, and then another just before five o'clock. Lindsay fell asleep on my chest after that. Brad went downstairs to put the blankets and sheets into the dryer, then returned and sat beside me once more, his arm around my shoulder.

"Don't let me fall asleep," I told him.

He didn't.

* * * * *

Two more trips to the bathroom were necessary before the sun came up. Brad refused to go to Toronto, no matter how much I encouraged him to go to class. He was adamant and refused to budge. Terry arrived before eight, as usual, quickly assessed the situation, and took over immediately. The twins had awakened and Brad had got their breakfast. Terry sent Brad in to stay with me. She would look after the boys and get breakfast for us.

Lindsay woke up, needing yet another trip to the bathroom. It was my guess that the worst was over. There was very little left inside her. Now, it was just a matter of allowing the poison to wash out of her system, and that would take time.

I detoured to the kitchen to grab another glass of Pedialyte. Bubble gum this time.

"Hi, Daddy," Justin said. "Is Lindsay okay?"

"She's sick, Justin," I said, "but she'll be fine."

"Can we help?" Jeremy asked.

"You can help a lot by trying to be as quiet as you can today," I told him.

"We'll be like teensy weensy mice," he said.

"Thank you, Jeremy." I took Lindsay back into the livingroom. Brad was lying back against the sofa, his hands clasped behind his head. His eyes were closed. He sat up again as I sat down. I gave him a kiss. "Why don't you go to bed?"

"Not until you do," He said.

Lindsay took a big drink. "Just little sips," I told her. "Remember, Sweetheart?"

"Sorry, Daddy," she said. "I'm thirsty."

"You'll be thirsty for awhile, but I still want you to take little sips. If you drink it too fast, you could get sick again."

"Okay. Can I have some cereal?"

"Sorry, Sweetheart," I said. "You can't eat anything for awhile, especially not cereal. Before you eat or drink anything for the next few days, I want you to ask me first."

"Okay," she said. I felt terrible that I had to let my child be hungry.

"If you're feeling better at noon, maybe you can have some soup. Now drink as much of this as you can, okay?"

Lindsay sipped at her drink. I turned on the television and found some cartoons for her to watch. Terry arrived to tell me breakfast was ready. I nodded toward Lindsay and shook my head ‘no'. Terry, fortunately, understood. If my daughter couldn't eat, I wouldn't eat either. "Just coffee," I said.

As Brad left to eat his breakfast, the twins climbed up on the sofa, one on either side of me, watching the cartoons. Terry brought me a coffee, half full in case I had to move quickly. Lindsay managed to drink the whole glass of Pedialyte before falling asleep on my chest.

I checked the clock and asked Jeremy to go get my cell phone out of my bedroom, then I called work and told them I wouldn't be in and phoned the school to tell them about Lindsay. I phoned Pete as well and asked him to stay away today. Mags showed up shortly thereafter with Tyler to pick Lindsay up and escort her to school, but Terry explained everything and sent her on alone.

The next thing I knew, I woke up with Lindsay still sleeping against me. A blanket was wrapped around us. My coffee, from which I hadn't taken a single sip, was nowhere in sight. The twins were playing over by the patio doors. A hand was shaking my shoulder. It was Brad.

"Mom's here to look after Lindsay," he said quietly. "We're going to bed."

"No," I said. "I'm alright. I can take care of her."

"No, Ted, you're not alright" he said. "You're exhausted. Mom and Terry can take care of her."

"I'll look after my own daughter, thank you," I said.

"And we can help you." His hand reached for the blanket.

I grabbed Brad's arm, hard. "Get the hell away from me and leave us alone!" I told him in a harsh whisper. My eyes shot daggers at him. "She's my responsibility and no-one else's! You hear me!? I'll take care of her! Now, leave me alone!"

Brad stared at me. Confusion filled his eyes. He pulled his hand away and stepped back.

I stood up, still holding the blanket around Lindsay. I grabbed another glass of Pedialyte out of the refrigerator whilst ignoring all the eyes on me, and carried my daughter to her room. I laid her gently on the bed and lay down beside her. I didn't fall asleep this time.

* * * * *

Lindsay woke up once, needing a quick trip to the bathroom. I could hear the television running, and I could hear the twins laughing. I saw Terry walk by. But that was all. Before long, Lindsay was sitting in my lap again while I sat on her bed. She sipped her way through half a glass of her drink before she started falling asleep again.

Terry came into the room long enough to tell me she was staying the night. "Don't bother," I told her. "I can manage." She left without a word. I listened to the sounds of the house around me. I should have been concerned about the twins, but I wasn't. Brad and Bernice and Terry were with them. My only concern at that moment was Lindsay.

I had lots of time to think. I didn't like what I was thinking. Sure, I was tired and worried and frightened, but since I found Lindsay sick, I had been all but ignoring everyone else. Sure, Brad had gone to the hospital to be with me, and I needed him then, but when I got home, all my attention had turned to Lindsay. Daddy mode had kicked in big time and all I had done was to order everyone around, telling them what to do. Otherwise, I ignored them and pushed them away from me, and all they were trying to do was to help me.

And that's exactly what they were doing now. Helping me. Not here, not in Lindsay's room, but out there, with the boys. I had abandoned them all. I had let my family down. Lindsay was my responsibility, but so were the twins. And so were Brad and Terry, and even John and Bernice for that matter. Would I be doing any less if it was any of them who was sick? Of course not. Every single person in this house was my responsibility, and I had let them all down.

I carefully got out of bed so as not to disturb Lindsay and went to the livingroom. Brad was asleep on the sofa. Terry was sitting on the floor with the twins, watching them play with their Leapster games. They stopped playing when they saw me. "Thank you, Terry," I said. "And I'm very sorry if I was snide with you. You don't have to stay tonight. We'll be fine."

"No probs, Mr. Dee," she said with a kind smile. "I'll go sit with Lindsay for awhile." That girl could read people better than they could read themselves.

"Thanks," I said. I knelt down and took the boys into my arms, hugging them and kissing their cheeks. I apologized to them as well and told them that I loved them very much.

"Are you mad at us?" Justin asked.

"No, I'm not mad at anyone. Do you remember when you ran away from me in the store?"

They nodded. "You were scared."

"Yes," I said, "and I was scared again today."

"It's okay to be scared sometimes," Jeremy said.

I hugged them again, very tightly. "I love you boys," I told them.

"We love you, too, Daddy," Justin said as they hugged me back.

"You go ahead and play now," I told them and I stood up and went to the sleeping Brad. I sat gently on the edge of the sofa and looked down at him for a long time. He looked so peaceful and calm, even after I had yelled at him. How could I have done that to him?

I bent down and kissed him. He came awake. My Sleeping Beauty.

"I'm sorry, Brad," I said as I rested my arm on his chest. "I'm so very sorry I yelled at you."

"That's okay," he said.

"No, it's not. You were only trying to help me and I shoved you away."

"Just forget it, okay?"

"I can't forget it, Brad. I take you for granted and I shouldn't. I had no right. . ."

Brad shut me up with a kiss. When it ended, he said, "You were scared, Ted," he said. "So was I. I don't think I've ever been that scared in my life. This is my family now, Ted. What happens to them happens to me." He kissed me and hugged me a again.

The boys came to us then. Justin climbed into my lap and Brad sat up so Jeremy could climb into his lap.

"Is our sister going to be okay?"

"Yes, she's going to be fine," I said, kissing his hair. "It will take a few days for her to get all better, though. Did you have lunch?"

He shook his head ‘yes'.

"How about a freezie for dessert, then? Cherry, orange, grape, or raspberry?"

Justin wanted cherry. Jeremy wanted orange. I got them out of the freezer, cut off the plastic tops, and took them in to the boys, along with a few paper towels for Brad. "I'll be right back, okay?" I went down to Lindsay's room. She was awake and talking to Terry. I sat on her bed and set my hand on her stomach. "How are you feeling, Sweetheart?"

"My tummy still hurts bad," she said, "but I don't feel sick anymore."

"That's good." I smiled at her. "Your tummy will still hurt for a few more days. Would you like to come out and join us in the livingroom and watch some TV?"

She nodded. I helped her into her robe as Terry stood up and left the room. We stopped at the bathroom once more, just in case. When she was done, I carried her to the settee, propped her pillow at one end, and laid her down, wrapping the blanket around her again.

"Feel like eating some soup now?"

She nodded. I kissed her forehead as I rubbed her hair. "I'll get it for you." I popped her favourite Disney movie into the DVD player and turned on the television. I got her a grape freezie before making her soup.

It wasn't so much soup as it was broth. I heated up a tin of chicken noodle soup, but I strained out all the chicken and noodles before I took it to her. It wouldn't be very filling, but at least it would be nutritious. I fed it to her, one spoonful at a time.

* * * * *

The freezer was delivered that afternoon. I'd forgot all about it. Brad handled the whole thing for me. I tell you, I'm glad I wasn't carrying it. It looked heavy. Now, I could start filling it.

Terry ended up going home that night. Brad cooked supper for us, then made another bowl of soup for Lindsay. Habitant peas soup with ham this time. Even with the peas and ham removed, it was a thick broth and much more filling.

Fortunately, Lindsay understood that she had to be careful what she ate and didn't try to tantrum us into giving her something real to eat. We kept her drinking her electrolytes as much as possible. As long as she felt thirsty, she would be drinking it. Diarrhea siphoned the water right out of the body, and we had to put it back.

There was only one more emergency run to the bathroom that day, but that was the last one. By nine o'clock that night, we were all in our beds, sound asleep.

It had been one helluva day.

To Be Continued​

 

[sheep]

Neil
You had me scairt!

 

[harry113]

Wow, Scary stuff, so glad Lindsay came through alright.
Thanks Neil
Harry

 

[caddymac]

I just thought I was caught up. I was wrong. I just love this story.

 

[gsdx]

WATCHING BRAD
Part XXXXVIII​

I left you on Wednesday, November 30. Now, its time to fast-forward a bit to Thursday, December 15 and play a bit of catch-up with you. It will be easier for me and a whole lot less boring for you.

First, Lindsay. She recovered from her food poisoning. Don't worry. By that Friday, she was eating solid food again and returned to school on Monday.

The twins were getting more excited by the day. They watched the new bathroom and bedroom taking shape bit by bit. Add to that the excitement of Christmas being just around the corner and it was all we could do to keep them from bouncing off the walls.

The renovations moved along relatively smoothly and quickly. Brad became totally obsessed with learning home renovations, including how to tile bathrooms. Anthony was an expert tiler and a great teacher. He talked Brad through everything. In fact, with Anthony's supervision and a little bit of help, Brad tiled the entire floor himself, including the grouting.

Mom and Dad came back on the weekend of December 10. The tiling was all finished and Dad helped us install the sink and toilet. The tub had already been installed and just needed to be attached to the plumbing. It had to be in place before tiling began, but Dad could plumb it up anytime afterward through the access panel. By the time he went home Sunday morning, the bathroom was working

On Sunday, December 11, the boys took their first bath in the new bathroom. At Dad's suggestion, I had invested in a temperature control unit for the faucets. It was an investment I would make a million times over. No matter what the boys did, they could never burn themselves with the water. The sink had a motion sensor as well. There were no faucets. All anyone had to do was to put their hands beneath the spigot and the water would turn on at a controlled temperature. My boys would be safe in there and I'd never have to worry about them being scalded. They especially loved the hand-held shower unit. They liked that much more than having water poured over their heads with a plastic milk pitcher, even if it was blue.

By Wednesday the 14th, the painting had been finished and the carpet reinstalled. The boys' new dressers were in place, the closet was finished, and all that remained was the bed to be moved in.

The stairwell off the livingroom was opened up now. We'd made some minor changes in the plans, though. Instead of an open railing, Pete suggested we simply cut off the wall at railing height and cap it. That way, the wiring and electrical outlets could remain and we could use the cap as a shelf. John, Pete, and Anthony were finishing up the downstairs wall off the den. It was a little different than the opening off the livingroom. Whereas the upstairs opening was a rectangle, the downstairs opening was a triangle to follow the line of the stairs and an actual railing was installed. Still, it made a world of difference. The dreary den was so much brighter. They would be finished this part within a few more days.

As for me and Brad? Well, nothing much to talk about there. The only sexual encounters we had was waking up together with morning hardons and bumping them when we hugged each other. By the time we got to bed at night, we were too exhausted to do anything that involved any more effort than closing our eyes.

I have to tell you, though, Brad was the man. From the time he got home from classes until he fell into bed, that boy was working his ass off to make this happen. Most of the time, I was delegated to taking care of the kids. Somehow, Brad managed to keep up with his school work, build a house, and love me and the kids all at the same time.

I have to add that Bernice was a Godsend as well. Without her help, I think I would have been overwhelmed with everything. She made me realize that it was no sin to accept help from friends and family when it came to taking care of my own. She even helped Brad paint the new bedroom. She babysat the kids for me when I had to make supply runs and, when Mom and Dad were up that weekend, Bernice and Mom took the kids shopping for Christmas presents.

Speaking of Christmas, Mom and Dad would be back again on the 23rd for Brad's birthday. They would be with us for the entire Christmas weekend.

So, here we are again. Back to where we I can pick up the story again. Thursday, December 15. Terry moved all the boys' clothes out of Lindsay's room and into the new dressers and closet in the twins' new bedroom. The clothes were still mixed together, but, being in separate dressers now, the boys at least felt they had their own clothes separate from each other. That night, while the boys were taking their baths, Brad and I moved their bed into their new bedroom and gave Lindsay her own bedroom back. The blanket wall was removed and her bed put back into its original spot.

We had kept the boys out of their new bedroom. They had picked out the paint colours - blue, of course - but had no idea what it looked like. Tonight would be their first view. I'm not even sure, as they played in the tub, that they knew they would be really and truly sleeping there that night.

I sat on the side of the tub, washing and rinsing their hair. They had toys with them now. This would be their bathtub, so the toys could stay there. An automatic nightlight was plugged into the outlet near the sink, one of many that were now illuminating the house at night.

Brad joined me when the bath was finished. I dried Justin and put him in his pyjamas while Brad did the same for Jeremy. Then, with Lindsay at our side, I opened the door to their bedroom and sent them inside for their first look. They held hands as the entered, Justin leading the way. They stopped just inside the door and stared.

We managed to squeeze past them and I knelt beside Justin while Lindsay stood beside me. Brad knelt beside Jeremy. The room was a little boys' room, to be sure. Brad and Bernice had outdone themselves with the painting. As pink as Lindsay's room was, the boys' room was blue. There was no fancy fading technique done, however. Instead, wide, horizontal bands of varying shades of blue made the room look twice as big as it actually was. Large, colourful, plastic decals were everywhere. I didn't even know about them until Mom and Bernice came back from a shopping trip with them. There were cars and trucks and space ships and boats and trains and planes - everything little boys like. I had bought two more toy boxes, and they now contained Justin's and Jeremy's personal toys. Brad and I had stenciled their names on their own boxes. Their Teddy bears lay on their pillows.

Justin released Jeremy's hand and crawled into my arms. "Is this really our own room, Daddy?"

"Yes, it is, Justin," I told him. "It's all yours."

Jeremy, who was now in Brad's arms, said to Brad, "You can come and play with us if you want."

Brad and I got no end of hugs and kisses that night. And so did Lindsay. We didn't even get to watch Wheel of Fortune. There were much more exciting things to see and do. Brad and I sat on the bed, watching the boys explore their new bedroom. Lindsay curled up in my lap. They looked in every drawer, every nook and cranny, in the closet (which had it's own light), and even under the bed. They looked in their toy boxes, and then they climbed into my lap on either side of Lindsay.

"Thank you, Daddy," they said at the same time. "I love you."

"I love you, too," I said as I hugged them and kissed their hair.

"If you get scared," Lindsay said to them, "just come to my room."

The boys didn't come out of their room that night, not even for Wheel of Fortune. I kept popping in on them to check up on them and they were playing quietly together and talking about their room. It made me feel good.

During the commercial break just before Final Jeopardy, I popped in one more time. Justin and Jeremy were sound asleep on the carpeted floor, curled up in front of their toy boxes. Justin, of course, was holding Jeremy in his arms - ever protective of his brother, even in sleep.

Justin stirred awake when I picked him up to put him to bed. He hugged me again and kissed me weakly. I put him in bed with his Teddy. Jeremy woke up as well and I got the same treatment from him. I tucked them in, kissed their foreheads, and turned out the lights behind me. The nightlight came on, casting a soft glow over the room and my sleeping boys.

I didn't realize I'd been standing there until Brad came up behind me and put his head on my shoulder. "Deja vu," he said softly. "I don't think I could give them back now, Ted."

"I don't, either," I told him. "Let's just hope it doesn't come down to that."

It was early to bed once again, and still we did nothing but fall asleep in each other's arms. Exhaustion had a way of countering any thoughts of sex. But, our day would come. The twins and Lindsay would be spending tomorrow night with their Grandma and Grandpa Hayes.

* * * * *

Colonel Sanders cooked dinner for us again on Friday night. Justin liked any piece, but Jeremy liked the wings. Go figure. Lindsay, as usual, selected the breast while Brad and I ate whatever was left. After dinner, Brad put the leftovers in the refrigerator while I got the twins in their tub and Lindsay into the other one. That was nice. Two baths at the same time and there was still a toilet left over in the basement for emergencies.

Both Brad and I packed up some clothes for the boys, giving them plenty of selection in the morning. Lindsay would pack her own suitcase. Shortly after seven, with Lindsay in one of Grandma de Villiers' new outfits and the twins dressed in PJs and bathrobes, we put them in their coats, boots, mitts, scarves and hats, and carted them over to Grandma and Grandpa Hayes.

Bernice had cookies and milk for the kids and coffee for the adults. A double-sized Roll-Away bed from Canadian Tire was set up in the livingroom for the twins. It was the same style of bed as the one Dad and Mom had bought, a BYOB, for Lindsay except that it was larger and John didn't need Brad to figure out the instructions. Or, to open the box for that matter.

At eight, Brad and I put the twins to bed and kissed them goodnight. With a goodnight hug and kiss from and for Lindsay, we went back home, locking the door behind us. Lights were turned off as we made our way to the bathroom. A quick piss while we waited for the tub to fill, and then we sank our weary bodies into the hot water. Instead of facing each other, Brad pulled me into his arms and held me, my back pressing against his youthful chest.

"I can't believe it," he said. "Just you and me."

"Enjoy it while it lasts."

"It will be better from now on," Brad said encouragingly. "We won't be so tired at night."

I spun my head around to look at him. "Are you kidding?" I said with a grin. "With Christmas a week away? Trust me, Brad. We're not going to get together again until at least April."

Brad hugged me tighter and moved his lips to mine. After a short kiss, he said, "I can wait." And then he kissed me a lot longer.

The tub was hot and relaxing, but it was even more hot and relaxing in our bed. We left our clothes on the bathroom floor and went into our room. We spent the first ten minutes standing beside the bed, our naked bodies pressed together, our rampant cocks trapped between us. We hugged each other in crushing embraces and we kissed until our lips were numb. All those weeks of denied passion came out at once.

I grabbed Brad's ass in my hands, my finger tips burrowing into the division between the cheeks and pulling him to me as hard as I could. I could feel his cock pulsating against mine. Brad couldn't wait any longer and broke away from me, dropping to his knees in front of me and pulling my cock into his throat in one fell swoop. His tongue played a symphony on my shaft and he didn't stop playing until I reached the crescendo. Cymbals crashed as I spewed my life juices into him and he gobbled them down like a starving man.

And then Brad did something he'd never done before. He stood in front of me, put his hands on my shoulders, and pushed me to my knees. His cock towered before me. His hands found my head and his hips moved forward. The smooth, twitching head of his cock pressed against my lips and pushed its way inside. A long, loud, satisfied sigh escaped his mouth when my lips locked themselves around his shaft.

He held my head still and rocked his hips, gently but urgently. This was one of those rare times when his need for release overpowered him. My left hand found his balls and cradled them lovingly as my right hand moved between his legs and into his ass. I teased and tickled and taunted him there, and his cock swelled to enormous proportions in my mouth.

I couldn't handle the power and the amount of his ejaculation. It was too strong, too fast, too much, and too sudden. I pulled off his cock and grabbed it in my hand as he continued cumming on my face and chest. A loud, animalistic groan filled the room.

I collected myself and wrapped my lips around his cock again and took the rest of his climax inside me. Above me, Brad's chest was heaving. His loud breathing pierced the silence in the room. His body was quivering, and it didn't stop. I continued sucking gently and licking at the head of his cock, and it suddenly began to pulsate again.

"Oh, fuck, Ted!" Brad gasped. "I'm cumming again!"

And he did. Brad's second climax was no less intense than the first, but the power and the amount of semen were much more manageable. I looked up Brad's magnificent body so I could see his orgasm happening, but his head was tilted back. All I could see was the expanding chest and the throat muscles pulled taut and bulging. His grunts and groans of pleasure were music to my ears, though.

Brad released my head and fell backward onto the bed, ripping his cock from my mouth. He sucked great gasps of air into his lungs. I got to my feet and collapsed on top of him. His arms came around me and he held me as if he wound never release me again. His lips found mine and another long, satisfying session of passionate kissing followed.

"I love you so fuckin' much, Ted de Villiers," Brad said finally and sincerely.

"I love you, too, Bradley Hayes."

He attacked my lips again with his own.

I lay on top of Brad for a long time, even after the kissing was finished. We said nothing. We lay there together, holding each other and feeling our lives move through each other. My face was nestled into Brad's neck as my head rested on his shoulder. His left arm still held me around my back, the fingers of his right hand twirling my hair into swirls.

"Ted?" Brad said softly.

"Yes, Brad?" I said with equal softness.

"I need to feel you inside me. Will you fuck me?"

I kissed his neck. "It would be my pleasure," I said. "But let me stay here awhile longer. I'm enjoying this."

"You can stay as long as you like," he said. "Just as long as you fuck me before we go to sleep tonight."

It was at least an hour later before my cock slid into Brad's ass.

Brad did something else for the first time that night. He straddled my chest as he jerked off for me. It was such an amazing sight and sensation, I'll tell you. Feeling the heat from his ass on my chest. Feeling his thighs clutching my sides as my arms rested on them. Feeling his balls bouncing against the fuzzy matt of my chest hair. Brad liked that - feeling the hairs tickling his nuts - and he was soon sliding back and forth and up and down over me, letting my chest excite him from below.

"Oh, God, Ted," he gasped. "That feels so good!"

I watched in silence as Brad's hand moved up and down that incredible tube of flesh, his fingers squeezing it an a tight, masculine grip. My hands moved up his thighs, my thumbs spreading and hooking themselves around the underside of his cock while my index fingers wrapped around the sides and top. The other fingers splayed themselves out across his lower belly.

Brad bent himself over twice to lick up the puddles of pre-cum which formed at the tip of his cock. The third time, I could tell he was getting close to orgasm and he bent over again to take the tip into his mouth. My hands moved from his cock to his head and I pulled down gently. Brad's mouth opened and his cockhead slid inside. As I bobbed his head, Brad's guttural moans began and I could see the tube running beneath his cock begin to pulsate. His eyes closed, and then he was cumming. I held his head still and let him shoot. He swallowed fiercely and then swallowed some more. His moans turned to groans and then back to moans, and, finally, to whimpers of exhausted bliss.

When I released Brad's head from my grasp, he rolled off to my side, falling beside me and clutching me to him. "I love you, Ted," he said, still gasping for breath. "I love you, I love you, I love you!"

He wouldn't let me respond. His lips plastered themselves against mine. He rolled me on top of him again, chest to chest, pulled the blankets over us, and he held me and kissed me. That's all we did the rest of the night until we fell asleep. And that's how we slept - with me lying on top of him.

* * * * *

I was lying on my back beside Brad when I woke up the next morning. He was lying on his side, his head propped up in his right hand, his left hand resting on my chest as his fingers toyed with the hairs there. His hard cock was lying against my left side.

"Good morning," he said with a chipped tooth smile and twinkling green eyes. He kissed me.

"How long have you been awake?"

"Oh, half hour or so."

"Why didn't you wake me up?"

He shrugged. "I like watching you sleep. You're even more handsome when you're asleep."

"Not beautiful?"

"I'm beautiful," he said. "You're too much of a man to be anything other than handsome."

I looked up at those beautiful green eyes. "Brad?"

"Yeah?"

"I love you."

His right hand came down to brush the hair away from my forehead. "I love you, too, Ted. Now and forever."

Then he kissed me again.

"Would you like me to take care of your little problem?"

"Would you mind?"

"Not at all," I told him and crawled up onto my knees as he fell onto his back. My lips met his cock and moved down. They didn't stop until Brad was deep inside my throat. The tastes and smells from last night's sex lingered there.

He pulled me into a sixty-nine and we didn't stop until both of us were completely satisfied.

* * * * *

After a shit, shower, and shave, Brad cooked breakfast for me while I phoned Bernice. The kids were having a ball and the boys loved their bed. It was like camping, they had told her. They wanted to stay again Saturday night. She invited Brad and me to spaghetti dinner that night if we missed the kids too much. I told her we'd be there, if only to see the boys eat spaghetti for the first time.

Bernice also told me that she and John wanted to take the kids Christmas shopping so they could buy gifts for myself and Brad. I told her I would take the keys to the van over to them before we went out. No sense transferring the child safety seats, as long as John didn't mind driving the van. That, apparently, wasn't a problem for him. I told Bernice to keep the receipts and tell me the total. I'd reimburse her. She said, "We'll talk about it." There would be no talking. The Hayes wouldn't be buying my Christmas gifts.

The first thing we did after breakfast was to hit the basement storage room and dig out all the Christmas junk. Boxes of decorations and lights and things. The only thing I needed to buy was wrapping paper and lots of tape.

Brad and I want shopping after dropping off the keys and giving the kids a hug and kiss. I gave him the credit card - the one his name was on - and we went our separate ways. Brad knew his own limit and I knew he'd stick with it. After all, he was paying the bill on anything he bought on it.

I had already purchased the important gifts on my own, including Brad's birthday gift, and they were hidden away at home where even Brad didn't know about. This trip, I stocked up on all sorts of wrapping paper, tape, stocking stuffers, two new stockings for the twins, and then I hit the clothing and toy aisles. I didn't know what kind of Christmas the twins had had in the past, but nothing was going to stop me from giving them the best one ever.

Brad and I joined up later and loaded all our stuff in the car, then went back in to shop for his parents. He knew them better than I did and would know what they liked. It was simple, though. Baking and sewing supplies for Bernice and tools for John. He rarely used them, but he loved having them around in case he ever had the need for them.

Of course, I helped Brad shop for Mom and Dad. I had to explain to him what a Monarchist was, after which he found and bought a beautiful memorial photo book to Elizabeth, the Queen Mother. I knew Mom would love that. For Dad, he bought heated seat covers for his car.

We went out for a late lunch. Nothing fancy, though. Chinese food from the mall food court. It was surprisingly good and didn't taste like cardboard.

There would be more shopping later on, for sure, but for one day, that was enough. We went home, unloaded the car, and spent the rest of the afternoon wrapping our hearts out.

I tell you, it was worth being away from my kids for a day to see the twins eating spaghetti. Justin sort of got the twirling bit down, but it unravelled as soon as he lifted the fork off the plate and he had to lift it high over his head anyway and start eating from the bottom up. Jeremy didn't even try. He just put his tiny face near his plate, opened his mouth, scooped in a few strands with his fork, then kept sucking it in bit by bit until the last strand would flip up and smack his nose. Thank goodness Bernice had had the forethought to pin towels around their necks. We all laughed, but the boys had fun eating it and enjoyed every bite they managed to get into their mouths.

I stayed long enough to give the twins a bath. They didn't want Grandma doing that. Besides, I wanted to make sure the water stayed in the tub. We left them that night not knowing we would be going shopping in the morning for the biggest Christmas tree we could find. Bernice certainly didn't need sleepless kids on her hands.

There was no urgency in our lovemaking that night. We took our time and we pleased each other in all our favourite ways. I had two very satisfying orgasms. Brad had four.

I didn't feel cheated. Brad deserved every single one of them.

To Be Continued​

 

[gsdx]

As you can tell, I never post.

Smartboy20

You honour me with this post.

Thank you.

 

[tommy296]

^^^^
Yep, what Smartboy20 said. (He is indeed a smart boy!) Many thanks Neil for another great chapter in an awesome story!

 

[harry113]

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaah, Love !!!!!!
Beautiful, Neil
Thanks
Harry