Watching Brad

[Blktiger58]

Happy Anniversay!!
Thank you for "Watching Brad" each installment is magnificent.

I am beginning to wonder where you will go with Ted, Brad, Barry and Nathan. Time will tell..
Have a good weekend Neil.

P.S.: I am no longer a Virgin on JUB. I am now On the Prowl! (smile) Have a good one.

 

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WATCHING BRAD
Part 83​

There were no little hands shaking my shoulder. There were no little knuckles knocking on my chest. There were no little voices saying, "Daddy, we're hungry." There were only two little boys still lying on my chest when I woke up. And they were already awake.

I looked down at them and their heads turned up to face me. "Hi, Daddy," they smiled.

"Hi," I said back. "Did I wake you up?"

"No, Daddy," Justin said. "We were awake."

"Why didn't you wake me up?"

"You look pretty when you're asleep," Jeremy said.

I grinned at that. "Well, thank you." I puckered my lips for my morning sugar.

When the kisses were finished, Justin said, "Daddy, we have to go pee."

"Why didn't you go by yourselves?"

"You were holding us," Justin said sweetly.

"We like it when you hold us," Jeremy added.

I increased my grip on them, sat up, and swung my legs out of bed before setting the boys on the floor and sending them off to the bathroom. I pulled on my robe and set out for the other bathroom for a much-needed pee of my own, then back to the kitchen where the boys were already at the table waiting for their breakfast. A box of Lucky Charms sat on the counter. The clock on the microwave told me it was seven thirty-five. I was still surprised, yet delighted, that they had let me sleep that extra hour.

That morning, for some reason, I decided I wanted to be a little boy again. I popped some bread in the four-slice toaster, retrieved three cereal bowls from the cupboard and filled them with the oat rings with the multi-coloured marshmallow horseshoes, balloons, moons, shooting stars, pots of gold, rainbows, leprechaun hats; hearts, and clovers.

I put on a pot of coffee, but I poured out three glasses of orange juice. I would have juice, too. Soon enough, the toast was buttered and spread with the twins' and my favourite toppings. I poured milk over the cereal and carried everything to the table. Then I sat down and ate my Lucky Charms cereal with my boys - and it was the best breakfast I'd had in years.

I was still in my bathrobe and the twins were still in their pyjamas when Jamie dropped Mark off at ten o'clock. It appeared that Jamie wanted to stay, but I told him that I had company and would take Mark home when he was finished. He left with some reluctance.

Nathan and Barry were still in bed. Whether or not they were asleep was another matter. I didn't bother checking.

I gave Mark a small list of his duties to begin with - changing the bedding (he assured me he could make beds) and starting the laundry. I took him on a tour of the upstairs, with the twins tagging along, showing him where everything was. Mark fell in love with Lindsay's room, admiring her collection of unicorns and faeries. He touched them with the same care and respect as Lindsay always did and looked at them as if he were looking at an exhibit in an art gallery.

It took awhile, but I eventually got him out of Lindsay's room and on with his duties. Secretly, though, I suspected Lindsay would have the cleanest and most dust-free room in the house.

As Mark began gathering up the laundry and towels from the bathroom and the bedding from Lindsay's bed, I sent the boys off to their room to pick out their clothes for the day. I'd be there after I got dressed to help them finish getting dressed. I was just pulling my underwear over my feet when Mark entered my room through the open door and began picking up my clothes from the floor.

I continued putting on my briefs. "You know, Mark," I said, "you should really knock on someone's bedroom door if they are in it before you go in."

Mark stood up, my pants and shirt in his hands. "I'm sorry, Mr. Dee. The door was open. I thought it was okay to come in."

"It's okay to come in," I told him. "But you should still knock so I know you're there."

He smiled his pleasant, innocent smile. He didn't even seem to notice that I was almost naked. "I won't forget. I remember polite things."

I finished dressing as Mark stripped the bedding from my bed and began to make it up with clean linen. At his request, I stayed there to watch him do it so I could make sure he was doing it properly. I had nothing to worry about. He made the bed better and faster than I ever could.

I helped the boys finish dressing, left their dirty pyjamas on their bed for Mark, then went back out to the livingroom to watch more cartoons and to wait for Nathan and Barry to come upstairs. I kept an eye on Mark, but I needn't have bothered. He was taking this job seriously and I was proud and very pleased with the way he was carrying it out. Few people show such dedication and energy in their jobs. Mark coordinated his chores by himself and set his own schedule. I had no doubt that he would soon settle into his own routine.

Throughout the rest of the morning and early afternoon, Mark made my house look like a home again. I was more than impressed with him.

But, I'm getting ahead of myself. Barry and Nathan finally dragged themselves out of bed and upstairs. As Nathan was making breakfast for the two (I told them I had already had a bowl of Lucky Charms with my sons), Mark continued with his work. He began vacuuming and cleaning the den and guestroom. I sat at the kitchen table with Barry, sipping my coffee, and the boys ran off to their room to play. Cartoons weren't as much fun to watch when I wasn't there with them, apparently. I tend to think, though, that they enjoyed me holding them more than they enjoyed watching Bugs Bunny.

Barry talked about his police work throughout the breakfast preparations and whilst eating it. I sat there and listened with keen interest. Nothing was mentioned about the incident from the night before. Everyone still held their chips, but they could fall at any time. I would have to wait to see if they would drop to the floor or if we would put them all back into the chip stand and tuck them back in the cupboard.

Mark took time from his chores to join us for lunch. Of course, Nathan insisted on making it himself. As long as he was in the house, he did all the cooking.

I was enormously pleased with Mark's work. The house looked cleaner than it had looked in weeks. Nathan and Barry decided to stay at my place while I took Mark home. The twins, of course, came with me. I let Mark give me the directions even though I knew where he lived. I'd taken Jamie home a few times after work. At least Mark knew how to get home from my place.

After I dropped Mark off at home, with his wages once more tucked safely in his jeans' pocket, it was Daddy and the boys. "So," I said as I twisted around so I could look at them behind me, "where would you like to go for a treat?"

Two little voices rang out in unison: "Tim Horton's!"

"Tim's it is," I said, and off we went.

They walked in with me, each holding one of my hands. I was going to pick them up so they could pick out their doughnuts, but they were too busy looking through the glass windows of the display counter. They were looking at the more expensive doughnuts. The ‘executive' doughnuts. They both settled on chocolate eclairs. "Oh, joy," I thought. "Messy, messy, messy!"

I bought two eclairs, an apple fritter (for Brad, but I would eat it), and a Bavarian Cream. Oh, and a box of TimBits for later. I also bought a coffee for myself and two glasses of chocolate milk. The boys were holding onto my pant legs by this time, so I leaned across the counter to whisper to the young girl serving me, "Could you put the milk into paper cups with lids? I think the twins would get a kick out of that."

She leaned forward, smiled at the boys, then at me. "Sure," she said.

I was right on all accounts. The boys loved drinking their chocolate milk through the tiny hole in the plastic lid, and the eclairs were messy, messy, messy. There were any number of napkins available to them, including the two I'd tucked into the necks of their T-shirts, but the only way, it seemed, to wipe their chocolate and cream-covered hands was on their bellies. Still, it was worth the mess to see them try to take a bite of their eclairs whilst trying to control the cream as it squished out the sides. Another Kodak moment and I'd left my camera at home.

When they were finished, I said, "Don't touch anything. Including me!" I stepped behind them, picked one up in each arm, and carted them off to the bathroom to hose them down.

* * * * *

As the boys changed their T-shirts and pants, I called out for Nathan and Barry. I found them in the hot tub. I stopped the boys in time to get them into their swimsuits. They should have gone for their naps, but they were too excited to sleep and probably still bouncing off the walls from all that chocolate and cream filling.

They were in and out of my bedroom four times before I got my own suit on. I grabbed the towels, throwing one over the twins' shoulder like the big guys do, and walked with them out to the tub. Of course, they carried their favourite floaty toys so they could play in the tub. I carried a can of pop for each of them.

I dropped my towel onto the wooden deck and the boys followed suit. I stepped into the tub, told the boys to turn around, then grabbed each in one arm. The water was hotter than it have been the time before, but I sank into it slowly to give the boys time to get used to it. They adapted quickly and sat on my legs and began to play.

Barry, of course, got in on the fun as well, sending the boats back toward the twins when they pushed them through the waves toward him. Nathan opened a beer for me and the pop for the boys. They lasted almost an hour before the twins abandoned their toys and let them bob on the bubbling water. They turned themselves sideways with their legs between mine, their arms around me, and their heads against my chest. That's where they fell asleep.

I was tempted to take them inside and to try to get them dry, but decided to stay there and let them sleep as they were.

"That is so sweet, Ted," Nathan said. "Where's your camera? I'd love a picture of this."

"In my bedroom. On the dresser near the door, I think."

Nathan went to retrieve it.

"What's it like, Ted?" Barry asked. "Being a father, I mean."

I looked down at the sleeping boys in my arms and kissed their hair before answering. "There aren't words to describe it, Barry. It's the most amazing feeling in the world. Imagine your best orgasm and multiply it by a thousand. Even this, the boys sleeping in my arms, can't compare to the best feelings I've ever had." I paused to let Barry absorb that. "I would gladly give up everything I have to keep this moment forever."

"Even Brad?"

I held Barry's gaze as I nodded. "Even Brad. This is the best it ever gets. Look at them. Who could ask for anything more than this? There's no conditions here, Barry. They don't expect anything and I don't either. It's all about love, and we just know it's there whenever we want it."

"I don't know if I would be a good father," Barry said. "Not like you, anyway. I mean, you can turn it on and off so easily. I don't know if I could do that."

"I don't turn off being a father, Barry," I chuckles. "I pause it occasionally, but, whatever I am, I'm always a father first."

Nathan arrived with my camera and took several photos of me and the boys. I took the camera from him and, even with my arms full, managed to take a few photos of him and Barry, including the first-ever picture of them kissing each other.

* * * * *

The boys were ecstatic that they could sit at the table and eat supper with their swimsuits on. They thought that was just the coolest thing ever. I didn't even make them take a bath that night. I promised them they could shower with me in the morning after I woke up. Instead, we sat together in the livingroom having our TimBit treats and watching the twins' favourite Disney movie: Shrek, of course.

None of us had changed. We still wore our swimsuits. We adults would be heading back out to the hot tub after the boys were asleep. Nathan looked mildly interested in the movie, but Barry, being the kid at heart that he is, fell right into the Disney trap and laughed right along with the boys.

I let the twins sleep in their swimsuits that night. It had been a day of ‘firsts', so why end it with routine? Their goodnight hugs and kisses went on and on, and I enjoyed each and every one. In the end, though, I held them to me and told them how much I loved them. I held them, in fact, until they fell asleep. Only then did I put my precious Sonskyns to bed.

There were only nine more sleeps to go.

* * * * *

Barry and Nathan decided to go home that evening before Brad called. They didn't say why. They were changed and packed and ready to go by the time I came out of the twins' bedroom. Barry had even gone out to the hot tub to turn it off and to cover it for me.

"You don't have to leave," I offered.

"And you don't need us hanging around here all weekend, every weekend," Barry said.

"Besides," Barry added, "we have some talking to do. We might look into this adoption thing ourselves after we're married."

I was stunned. "Wow. Really?"

"We'll talk about it," Nathan said with a smile. He hugged me then and kissed my cheek. "Thanks for everything, Ted. We'll see you again in a few weeks after Brad gets back."

Barry hugged me, but didn't kiss me. "See you later, pal."

I was left alone with my boys. The house was suddenly so quiet. I locked the doors and set the alarm, then went off to the bedroom to get out of my swimsuit and into my bathrobe. I grabbed a couple of beers out of the fridge, turned down the lights and turned up the stereo to the gentle strains of classical music, then sprawled out on the sofa to await Brad's phone call.

* * * * *

Brad was tired. He'd been out all day touring Thunder Bay and seeing the sights and taking lots of pictures and buying lots of souvenirs. He decided to use a one-hour card instead a two-hour card and get to bed early. He'd make up for it by calling twice the next day. Paul, apparently, was still out for the night, probably at some bar or another trying to get himself laid.

"How's he dealing with sharing a room with you now?" I asked.

"Oh, he's cool with it," Brad said. "He keeps hinting about me giving him a blowjob and he came right out and asked me this morning."

"And. . .?"

"And ‘nothing'. I held up my hand and showed him my ring. He actually apologized to me. He said he didn't think gay guys took that marriage thing seriously. It was just a neat thing to do or something like that."

"So, you're getting along with him well enough?"

"Oh, yeah," Brad said. "He really is a nice guy, Ted. I think we're going to be good friends from now on. Or, at least, until school is finished. He's living in Toronto, but he's from Montreal. Believe it or not, he wants to work up north when he graduates. Maybe in the Yukon, or up in the diamond mines. Maybe even out west in the oil fields."

"Brrrr," I said. "Nunavut? Does he know how cold it gets up there?"

Brad laughed. "He thinks the women will be more desperate and he'll have lots of company at night."

"Gives a whole new meaning to being ‘frozen stiff'."

We both laughed that time.

"It can't be that difficult for him to get dates," I said. "I mean, he's not a bad looking guy, and he seemed nice enough."

"That's why I feel sorry for him. He really is a good-looking guy, and he's nice, but he tries to get his lady friends into bed on the first date, and then he never has a second one. He should let someone fall in love with him first and then the size of his dick won't be as important to her."

"He's really that small?"

"You've got him beat, Pops," Brad said.

That's when I really understood.

I filled him in about the latest goings-on and told him that things would probably be a bit different when he got back. I didn't expect any orgies or anything like that, but I expected Nathan and Barry to be more open and not quite as ashamed if things ‘popped up', so to speak. I also told him about showing Nathan the photo album.

"I'm glad you did," Brad said. "I felt kind of bad that Barry got to see it and Nathan didn't."

"I didn't think you would mind. I think you scared Nathan a bit, though. He had a glassy look in his eyes when he was finished looking at the pictures."

"As long as I don't scare you, Pops," Brad snickered. "That's all I care about."

"You don't scare me a bit, Tiger," I replied. "Not a single bit. Although. . ."

"What?" Brad said after I'd left the sentence unfinished.

"Well, I'm hoping two weeks away doesn't turn you into a real tiger. That scares me a little bit."

"You know I'd never hurt you, Ted."

"I know you wouldn't, Brad. I love you, you know."

Brad was unusually silent for a long moment. Then, "Tell me again, Ted."

"I love you, Brad."

"You don't love me less because I'm not there, do you?"

"Why would you think that, Babe?"

"I don't know," he said sullenly. "I thought maybe. . ."

"Brad," I said softly, "don't ever think that I'll love you less because you're not here. If anything, I love you more because I miss you so much."

"I wish I was there right now, Ted." Brad's voice was now full of sadness and loneliness. "I need you to hold me."

"I'm holding you in my mind, if that's any help."

"A bit." There was another pause, and then he added, "I'm not going away again, Ted. Not ever. I can't stand being away from you this long."

Our conversation became rather personal and maudlin after that. Both Brad and I ended up crying together. Brad started crying and I had no choice but to be swept along in his wake. By the time we hung up, we loved each other more than ever.

* * * * *

I went to the bathroom and washed the tears from my face. I missed Brad now more than ever. I splashed more water on my face, over and over, and leaned over the sink, balancing myself on the vanity, and let my sadness wash away with every drop that swirled down the drain.

I don't know how long I stood there, missing Brad, but I finally stood up, wiped my face with a towel, and turned toward the door. The twins were standing there in the doorway.

"Are you okay, Daddy?" Justin asked. Justin almost always spoke first.

"Why are you crying?" Jeremy asked. "Is something wrong?"

I bent down and picked them up. "No, nothing's wrong," I said, and I kissed their cheeks. "I miss Brad. That's all."

They hugged me and kissed my cheeks - one tiny set of lips for each cheek.

"Why are you guys out of bed? Did I wake you up?"

"No," Justin said. "We woke us up."

"You need us."

"Yes, I do." I hugged them, flicked off the light switch with my elbow, and went back to the livingroom to sit down again.

Whatever link the boys had with me I may never figure out. There was a bond there which I couldn't understand. They could see me when others couldn't. They talked to me when no-one else could get them to do so. They knew my moods even when they were asleep. And they always knew when I needed them.

I hugged them and kissed their hair as their heads lay against my shoulders. One thing of which I was certain, though, was that I knew my life would never be the same again without these boys in it.

We sat there for awhile listening, ironically, to Brahm's Lullaby. I thought, in fact, that the twins had gone back to sleep until Justin said softly, "Daddy, we're cold."

They maneuvered themselves around and held on until I could grab the blanket from the back of the sofa and throw it over all three of us. They settled against me again, each straddling one leg and lying chest-to-chest with me, each with one cheek against one of my shoulders, each with one arm around my back and the other around each other.

They fell asleep that way.

And so did I.

To Be Continued​

From this point on, Updates will be made only on Monday, Wednesday and Friday mornings. The only update notices you will receive (such as this one) in the future will be 'bonus' weekend postings if I get far enough ahead to allow one. - Neil

 

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I know I sound like a broken record, but I've run out of words. Thanks again as usual for one more great chapter. Gary

 

[Kyanimal]

Big Hugs to You, too, Neil! BIG HUGS!!

Keep smilin'!!
Chaz

 

[Just4fun2]

AWESOME - AWESOME - AWESOME - AWESOME

Neil, the love in your heart shows in this story. Thank you for all the pleasure your giving me. I think of this family all the time. Thanks!

 

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WATCHING BRAD
Part 84​

I awoke the next morning lying on my back with two sleeping boys on top of me I don't know how we all got into a prone position without someone falling off the sofa, but we did. I had no idea what time it was, but I woke up with no desire to go back to sleep.

I still had my arms around the twins. Even in sleep I was protecting them and keeping them safe. As I lay there, waiting for them to wake up, I decided I would call Lindsay after breakfast and to tell her to come home. It would be a family day. Just me and the kids. I had no idea what we would do, but we would do it together.

I hugged the boys a bit tighter, just to let them know that I was still there, and carefully and slowly began to stretch out the kinks and sore muscles from my body. The sofa was fine for naps. It wasn't so great as a bed for three people.

Still, the boys took their time waking up, and, as always, they did it at the exact same time. Two faces turned toward me and two bright smiles greeted me.

"Hi, Daddy," they said, and their lips puckered for their morning sugar. I pulled them up my body so I could reach their lips with mine.

"Good morning, boys," I said quietly. "Did you sleep well?"

Two heads nodded and Justin patted my chest with the palm of his hand. "You're a good bed, Daddy," he said sweetly.

I smiled at that. "You know what?" I asked as I looked at them. Two tiny heads shook ‘no'. "I love you very much."

They each kissed a cheek and settled back against my shoulders, hugging me. I don't think they had any particular plans to go anywhere immediately, but I sure did. "Hang on," I said and they grabbed hold of my robe in their little fingers as I swung my legs off the sofa and sat up. The blanket dropped to my knees, then to the floor as I stood up. I set the boys down on top of it.

"Now, you guys go pee and take off those swimsuits and put on your robes, okay? I'll be in the kitchen in a minute to make breakfast." I patted their bums and sent them on their way before picking up the blanket and tossing it over the back of the sofa, then headed off to the other bathroom for a much-needed piss of my own.

I had already put on a pot of coffee and was making the toast when the boys came running into the kitchen and grabbed the box of cereal they wanted that morning from the pantry. They always wanted the same kind despite the fact that there was always at least six different brands from which to choose. Once again, I would be having cereal with them, and, this morning, it would be Alpha-Bits - oat cereal in the shapes of letters of the alphabet.

"Okay," I said. "Go set up three TV trays in front of the sofa. We'll eat in there this morning."

Justin held up three fingers, looked at them, nodded, then said, "Okay, Daddy." And off they ran again. Four-year-old boys don't walk unless they have to. They're in one place and they want to be in another. They get there as quickly as they can.

And then it suddenly dawned on me. Within a few weeks, they would be my sons forever. Within a few months, they would be turning five and getting ready to start school. Already, they were growing up far too fast for me.

I sighed away my future and set about taking care of the present. I set our cereal bowls on saucers, filled them with Alpha-Bits, then picked out the letters I wanted to arrange the on the saucers. They spelt out, "Daddy", "Justin", and "Jeremy". It was something different, and it was my chance to get back at the twins for all the times they'd tried to trick everyone.

With the cereal and toast ready and juices and coffee properly poured, I carried the tray of food into the livingroom. The television was already turned on to the cartoon station and three TV trays sat in front of the sofa. The twins sat at the outside tables, leaving the middle one for me.

I set out the juices first, and my coffee, then the toast. I set my bowl of cereal on the middle tray and picked up the other two bowls, one in each hand. I placed them on the outside trays with the names facing the boys and took my place between them.

"Daddy!" Justin laughed. "I'm Justin!" He pointed to his brother. "That's Jeremy!"

"You tricked us, Daddy!" Jeremy laughed as well.

I put my arms around their necks and pulled them close, bending my head down so I could kiss their hair. "Now I can't trick you, either. We're even."

I released them and pulled their trays forward so they could eat, then grabbed the letters of their names from the saucer and moved them to the other tray, setting them down in small pile of six letters each. "Now, you have to spell your names before you can eat."

Justin ended up spelling "J-U-T-S-I-N". I helped him exchange the ‘T' and ‘S'. Jeremy spelt out "J-E-R-M-Y". He ate one of the E's when I wasn't looking. He had the sweetest, most innocent smile on his face when he looked up at me.

All I could do was laugh and hug him. Still laughing, I pulled a soggy ‘E' from my bowl and stuck it in his name.

He ate it.

* * * * *

I've rarely seen the boys more excited than they were that morning. They stood in the ‘big boys' bathroom, stark naked, laughing and giggling and screaming and jumping up and down. They were going to take their first shower.

I still had my robe on as I turned the faucets to set the temperature and power of the spray. I like hot showers which blast into me. I certainly didn't want that for the boys. When I had the water suitably set, I slid my robe off, squatted down and grabbed a twin in each are. "Are you ready?" I asked.

They nodded vigorously as they wrapped their arms around my neck. I picked them up, stepped slowly into the shower stall, and slid the frosted glass door closed. I turned them into the spray. Their laughs and high-pitched giggles bounced off the tile wall and filled me with one of the happiest feelings I've ever had before. They hugged my neck and screamed into my ears.

"Daddy! It tickles!"

I gave them a few minutes to get used to the softly-pelting spray, then set them down and handed each a washcloth. I showed them how to get the cloths wet in the spray, then squirted a glob of shower gel into the cloths and showed them how to make the lather before washing themselves. The twins followed me move for move, washing everywhere I did, and I washed myself as I would at any other time. Yes, even ‘down there' and ‘back there'.

They stopped only to hold out their washcloths and to ask for "more bubbles, Daddy." When we were finished washing, I rinsed myself off and picked them up one at a time, twisting them this way and that in the spray until they were properly rinsed.

I knelt down to wash their hair and, one at a time again, told them to close their eyes as I held their heads under the spray to rinse them. Finally, I squirted some shampoo into my own hair, worked up a bit of lather, then picked up the boys to let them finish the job. For some reason, they really enjoyed washing my hair.

When they finished, I stuck my head under the spray and told them to wash out all the bubbles, which they did. It ended with me shaking my head quickly back and forth, sending water all over them. I'm glad I held them around their waists. They could easily have got away from me. I panicked for a moment, but they were laughing so hard and screaming so loudly that I knew they felt no fear that I was going to let them fall. Of course, they had to get their own hair wet and shake it off on me as well. This became a game for the next few minutes.

At last we were finished completely. I turned around in the spray one last time for a final rinse, turned off the faucets, and opened the door. I set them down outside the shower and handed each a towel, then used one to wipe myself dry. I wrapped it around my waist, folded the twins' towels and wrapped them around their own waists, then picked them up and headed out to the livingroom. I plunked the boys on the sofa, got myself a coffee and a box of juice for the boys, and went back to watch cartoons with them.

Of course, they quickly curled up in my lap again and settled into my arms, as usual.

"So," I said, "what do you guys want to do today?"

I expected all sorts of answers to come flying out of their mouths. Instead, I got only one word: "This."

* * * * *

I phoned Lindsay to ask is she'd like to come spend the day with us. I was surprised to hear her tell me that she would be staying there to help Grandma cook supper for us. We were to be at the Hayes' home at five o'clock, or earlier if we wished.

I accepted the invitation.

The boys wanted to do ‘this', and ‘this' is what we did all morning. Cartoons and coffee and juice and ‘this'. And I enjoyed every single moment of it.

Dad phoned a few minutes after eleven o'clock to tell me that their house was sold and that the new house was purchased. Everything was final. They would move in on the weekend of May 27, but Dad would return to Crystal Beach and stay in a motel to finish out his last week of work there. Mom would stay with us for the week and we'd go to the house in the evenings to start unloading the PODS into the house.

We would go to Crystal Beach on Friday evening, on the twenty-sixth, and stay in a motel. With the PODS being picked up and delivered to Maple Grove on Friday afternoon, there would be nowhere to sleep in the house except on the floor. Lindsay would sleep with Mom and Dad and the twins would sleep with Brad and me. Saturday morning, we would load up the car and van with what was left and head back home. It would be a lot of driving, and we'd all end up exhausted, but we would get over it eventually.

Remember a long time ago I said that I hate moving? Well, that applies to moving other people as well. Just so you know.

Terry phoned soon after I hung up from Dad. She would be in on Monday morning to work. She assured me the doctor had cleared her. As long as she didn't lift anything with her left hand, she would be fine. I told her about Mark coming in to work and threatened her (jokingly, of course) that I would fire her if I found out she did any housework she wasn't supposed to do. I had already made arrangements with Bernice to come over at noon to help make lunch for the kids.

Terry promised she wouldn't do anything stupid. I would see to it that she didn't. She was too valuable to me.

At noon, I sent the boys off to their bedroom to get dressed. I grabbed their towels as they left and they ran naked to their room, laughing all the way. I took the towels, and my own, and dropped them into the laundry hamper in the bathroom on my way to my room. I got dressed, helped the boys finish dressing, then made lunch for us.

That's the way the day went. Slow, lazy, quiet. Brad phoned in the afternoon before the boys fell asleep. They chatted with him awhile and told him all about their first shower, then used me as their bed while I continued talking to Brad. We just talked about everything and anything.

"Five more days, Ted," Brad said near the end of our time limit. "Just five more days and I'm on my way home."

Neither of us could wait.

Supper at the Hayes' was delicious, as usual. Of course, there was cake for dessert. A chocolate marble type thing. It had some sort of pudding mixed in with it, and it was delicious.

I took my family home in time for the twins to go to bed and for Lindsay to take her bath. She hurried her bath that night and sat with me on my lap before Brad called.

"Did you miss me this weekend, Daddy?" she asked.

"Of course I did, Sweetheart," I assured her. "I always miss you when you're not here with me."

"I like being at Grandma's and Grandpa's," she said, "but I'll stay here with you if you want me to."

"That's okay, Sweetheart," I told her as I kissed her still-damp hair. "I see you all week. Grandma and Grandpa don't see you very much. And when Grandma and Grandpa de Villiers move here, I expect you'll be spending time with them, too."

"I'm glad they're moving, Daddy," she said quietly. "I don't like it when they live so far away. I don't like it when they're ‘holiday grandparents'."

"What do you mean?"

She twisted her head around to look up at me. "We only see them on holidays."

"Not after they move. They can come here anytime they like and we can go there anytime."

"I like that," she said as she turned toward the television and leaned her head back against my chest.

We were quite for a few minutes.

"Daddy?"

"Yes, Sweetheart?"

"I like this, too."

"So do I, Sweetheart," I said as I hugged her a bit closer.

* * * * *

Lindsay talked to Brad for almost fifteen minutes before I sent her off to bed. When she called me, I went in to tuck her in and kiss her goodnight, then went back out to finish our conversation. I told Brad all the latest news and he told me about a car slamming through the wall of the motel two doors away a few hours earlier. He and Paul were at the diner having supper when it occured, so he wasn't certain what happened.

The rest of the conversation wasn't much to talk about, so I won't bore you with the details. More of that ‘I love you and I miss you' stuff, and you've heard enough about that anyway.

I slept alone, but I slept well that night, and I even remembered to set my alarm.

* * * * *

Terry came to work with her left arm in a sling that morning, which I was happy to see. I made her promise that she would keep it there and not to try to use it if necessary. I was available all the time, and Bernice was right next door if she needed help.

"Don't worry, Mr. Dee," she assured me. "This past week has been boring, boring, boring! I'm not going to do anything that keeps me away from here any longer than necessary." The twins were quite concerned, as was Lindsay. Terry still had some visible bruises from her fall down the stairs and still had a white bandage on her forehead which, apparently, had been the cause of the concussion.

Of course, Lindsay had to sign her cast and I took a moment to help guide the twins' hands so they could sign it as well. Before I left for work, I sat down with the boys and told them once again that they had to be the best boys ever for Terry. They promised me and I believed them. Terry was their best friend and they wouldn't do anything to hurt her.

Monday was relatively uneventful. Work went well. Terry managed to get through the day without incident, and Bernice dropped over several times to help out if needed. I spent another wonderful night with my kids and talking to Brad. More of the same from Brad. He talked mostly about his work on the job site. I didn't understand most of what he was talking about, so I couldn't hope to try to explain it to you. Suffice it to say that I pretended I knew what he was saying and that Brad was excited about it. He was more than pleased that he didn't have to go up the elevator.

Tuesday was a disaster. Someone at work inadvertently downloaded a virus which swept through our network like wildfire. It took hours to find it and clean it out and restore everything once more. In fact, I almost missed Brad's phone call entirely. Bernice, the sweetie that she is, went over to stay with Terry in the evening, helping cook dinner for the kids, Terry, herself, and John. John went back home after dinner, but Terry and Bernice stayed there. Terry eventually went home before nine and it was almost a quarter to ten before I arrived home. Bernice was talking to her son when I arrived.

Mark had already been to the house, done his work, and gone home. He was nervous in the beginning, but became more comfortable when Lindsay and the twins explained who Bernice and Terry were and why I wasn't at home. I'd already left a list of chores with Bernice and told her to simply let Mark go about his duties. He knew what he was doing. Bernice fell in love with him almost immediately and sent a small plastic bag of cookies home with him as a bonus. That, apparently, pleased Mark to no end.

Bernice made me a cup of coffee, then sat down beside me as I spent the last fifteen minutes of Brad's phone card talking to him. She politely went to the kitchen to allow Brad and I our privacy to say our ‘goodbyes'.

Afterward, shortly after ten o'clock, I stood outside the door to make sure Bernice made it home safely, locked up the house and set the alarm, then grabbed a very quick shower and was sound asleep by ten-thirty.

* * * * *

Wednesday was uneventful, thank goodness, but the evening was a different story.

The kids were in bed and I was talking to Brad when Barry showed up at the door. He quickly explained that Nathan was working late in Toronto and he was bored. He just dropped by for a quick visit. He made himself at home as I finished my chat with Brad.

When I finally hung up from Brad, I leaned my head back against the sofa and sighed. Barry was sitting on the sofa to my left.

"Three more days and he'll be home," I said.

"I bet you've missed him," Barry offered.

"You have no idea."

"Tired?" he asked.

"Yeah," I replied.

"Tense?"

"Oh, yeah. It's been a tough week."

Barry sat up. "Here, sit up," he said.

I did, and he put his hand on my arm and turned me away from him. Strong fingers began massaging my shoulders and neck. I closed my eyes and tilted my head back slightly with the wonderful feelings.

"Better?" he asked softly.

"Much better, thank you," I answered just as softly.

There was so much power in those hands. Power that could easily squeeze the life out of me. Yet they were so gentle and tender at that moment. I could feel the tension leaving me as if Barry were drawing it into himself through his fingertips. I shouldn't have enjoyed it as much as I did.

Barry continued to massage me and I continued to enjoy it. The pain and tension washed right out of me and my entire body began to relax.

"I liked what I saw the other night, Ted," he whispered.

"I know. You told me."

"Did you like what you saw?"

Uh oh. What was going on here?

"Did you, Ted?" he repeated. "Did you like what you saw?"

"You know I did, Barry." I began to tense up once more.

His fingers kept up their gentle ministrations as he spoke. "I want to see it again, Ted. I want to see you and touch you and love you. And I want you to do the same to me."

My entire body went rigid and I twisted my upper body beneath his grasp. Barry squeezed his fingers tighter to hold me in place. "Thanks, Barry," I said. "That's enough, thanks."

"I want you to do the same to me, Ted. Wouldn't you like that?"

"Barry," I said warily.

The fingers stopped massaging me, and then I felt the lips on my neck. I tensed up once more, but it was a different type of tenseness.

"Barry, don't."

His lips continued to kiss me, seeking out the flesh on my neck and ear. Despite my reservations, I became swept up in it and settled into it. I was enjoying it. His kisses became more intense, more passionate. I became more aware and much more concerned.

"I want to make love to you, Ted," Barry said, his voice full of impassioned excitement.

I wrenched myself free from his grasp and turned to face him.

"I want you to leave, Barry."

"Why, Ted? I've got a hardon because of you. See?" He grabbed my hand and pulled it into his crotch where it met with his solid shaft of flesh. I was no match for his strength. "See, Ted? You did this to me. This is what you do to me. I can do it to you, too. We can make each other feel so good."

I tried to pull my hand away and failed.

"Don't fight me, Ted," he said. The grin on his face scared the shit out of me. "You can't win. I'm a lot stronger than you are."

Again I tried to wrench my hand free, but Barry gritted his teeth and held my hand firm against his crotch. "Don't you like it, Ted? Don't you want it? I want yours. Don't you want mine?"

His face lunged toward mine then, his lips pressing against my mouth while his free hand came behind my head and held me firmly in place. His other hand held my palm against his heated and throbbing cock. I fought the kiss, but it was no use. Barry was right. I was no match for him. Visions of being raped flashed through my mind. Visions of him fucking me. Visions of him forcing my mouth onto his cock. Visions of my kids. . .

I struggled to escape him, but I was powerless against him.

Almost powerless, that is.

In a final, desperate move, I twisted my hand on his cock. My fingers found his balls and I grabbed hold and squeezed as hard as I could.

Barry released me and pulled away from me, his face contorted in pain.

I yanked my hand away from his crotch and used it to slap his face. Hard! I jumped to my feet and, a moment later, I was standing on the other side of the coffee table, crouched and ready to pounce if he went after any of my children. My face burned with anger and warning.

Barry sat there, his hands cradling his testicles. He rocked slowly back and forth in pain.

"I want you to get the hell out of my house and never come back," I said furiously and with as much threat in my voice as I could muster.

To Be Continued​

 

[chris0626]

My oh my!! Barry deserved that (and more)! He should have known better. Why are some men so stupid?

 

[kcm17480]

I kind of wandered if Barry wouldn't try something sometime. Excellent part.

 

[gmoney]

Well, Neil. Barry certainly fucked up, didn't he? Too bad 'cause I liked him. I'm just glad Ted didn't give in. Great twist on a wonderful story. Thanks-Gary

 

[harry113]

OMG Neil, What a twist .... I didn't see that coming !!!
What an incredible story you are entertaining us with !! A master storyteller, no less !
May I add my ( belated ) congratulations on your " anniversary ". Well done !
Peace & Love
Harry

 

[newkidondagayblock]

yo man you did it again.... you took a normal situation .....i mean normally suited for porn writings and make it into a reality bite. Nice and very interesting. Took me by surprise and that does not happen often.

 

[gsdx]

WATCHING BRAD
Part 85​

Barry looked up at me from his perch on my sofa. He eventually stopped rocking and his face relaxed. And then he smiled. One hand left his crotch and moved to the cheek I had slapped, massaging it gently. "You don't know how happy I am to hear you say that, Ted."

My whole body was still tense with fury, and I was terrified. My chest was heaving and my heart was pounding, but I refused to back down despite what he had just said to me. "I told you to get the hell out of my house and I mean it, Barry," I repeated. "Cop or no cop, I'll have your sorry ass in jail before you can blink! Now get the hell out of my house!"

"Not just yet, Ted," he said quietly.

My eyes spotted the telephone on the table. I grabbed for it quickly. Barry made no move to stop me. "I'm not afraid of you, Barry," I warned. "I'm one button away from nine-one-one, so I repeat: Get the hell out of my house!"

"I'll leave if you really want me to," he said, suddenly calm and soft-spoken. "But not until you hear why I just did what I did." Before I could respond, he said, "Nathan? Are you there? Come on in, Babe."

"What in hell is going. . . ?" A gentle knock sounded on the patio door. I spun around and saw Nathan standing there. I looked back at Barry. He was still smiling and rising to his feet.

"Let him in," he said.

I turned back to the patio doors and looked through them. Nathan appeared desperate to get inside, waving me forward. I went to the doors and opened it for him. Nathan pushed his way inside and past me, running to Barry where he was gathered into the big man's arms. Barry held him close and cuddled him. Nathan was crying.

"Do you believe me now, Nathan?" Barry asked softly, but I heard him say it.

I was still stunned and had no idea what was going on. I closed and locked the door again, then went back to stand across the coffee table from the two lovers.

Barry looked at me. "Can we sit down and talk, please?"

I hesitated a moment, then indicated the sofa with my hand and took a seat in the single chair diagonal to the sofa, the phone still in my hand and my thumb poised over the button which would automatically dial nine-one-one.

Barry did the speaking. Nathan was sitting beside him, still resting his cheek against Barry's chest, his arm around Barry's waist, holding him. "Ever since that night we. . . you know. . . Nathan has been worried about us. I mean, you and me, Ted. I couldn't make him believe nothing would happen between us. That's why we left Saturday night. We had to get away from here so we could talk about it."

As Barry continued speaking, he began unbuttoning his shirt. "I couldn't convince Nathan, no matter what I said. We had a big fight about it. The only thing I could think of to do to convince him was to show him." He pulled his shirt aside, revealing the small microphone taped to his chest between his rounded pectorals, the black wire running down under his shirt. "Nathan was outside all the time, listening and watching. I'm just glad the curtains were open."

"You set me up," I said incredulously. "This was all a set-up."

Barry nodded. "Yes. I needed Nathan to see that he didn't have to worry about us."

I sat back in the chair, deep in thought. I had been set up. It was all a ruse.

"I'm sorry, Ted," Barry continued. "I couldn't see any other way to prove it to him."

"Gee-sus, Murphy." After I got over the initial shock, I began to think. I looked at him and asked, "And what if I hadn't stopped you, Barry? What if I wanted it to happen? What if I had allowed it to happen?"

"Then I would have stopped you, Ted," he said, "and Nathan and I would have walked out of your life forever."

I glanced at Nathan. He wasn't crying anymore. He simply nodded at me.

"I'm sorry we tricked you, Ted," Nathan said finally. His first words since entering the house. "We're still prepared to leave now if you want us to. We don't want to, but we will. If you don't want us here anymore."

Could I really trust them? I wanted to, but I wasn't sure. They both seemed sincere, though. I looked at them both and shook my head ‘no'.

"It's all my fault," Nathan continued. "Please don't blame Barry for what he did. I wanted to trust you both, and Barry tried to convince me, but. . . I. . . I'm sorry, Ted. I had to know."

Barry laughed. "He's a stubborn old fart who needs a slap across the face sometimes before he sees the truth. Speaking of which," Barry said as he rubbed his cheek. "I hope that made you feel better. You pack quite the punch, pal. Not to mention your grip. I didn't think you could reach my nuts."

I smiled finally. "I'm sorry if I hurt you, but ‘yeah', it made me feel better. Now, if you will excuse me a minute, I need to check on my kids."

I looked in on Lindsay first. She was still sound asleep and facing away from me. I brushed her hair back and kissed her cheek, then went to see the boys. They were awake, sitting up in bed.

"Hey, what are you guys doing awake?" I asked as calmly as I could. I sat down on the side and they climbed into my arms.

"We heard noises, Daddy," Justin said. "We heard you yelling."

"Are you okay, Daddy?"

"I'm fine, Jeremy," I said as I hugged them both. "Your Uncle Barry and I had a little argument, that's all. Everything is okay. Now, come on. Time for you to go back to sleep. I'll stay here with you until you do."

"Promise?" Justin asked.

"Yes, I promise."

They hugged me and kissed my cheeks before scrambling back under the blankets and settling in for sleep. I sat beside them, petting them gently, until they fell asleep again.

I sat on the sofa beside Nathan when I returned to the livingroom. I grabbed my coffee mug and took a drink. The microphone Barry had been wearing, along with the transmitter and Nathan's receiver and ear piece, were sitting on the coffee table.

"There's more coffee in the kitchen," I offered.

"We're fine," Barry replied. "Does this mean we're still friends?"

"For now." I set my mug on the table and turned to look at Barry. "But if you ever pull a stunt like that again around my kids, even in jest, I'll take you on, Barry."

Barry glanced at the twins' bedroom. "Yeah, I was a bit concerned about that, but I had to do it where Nathan could see."

"I understand that. I'm just telling you. When it comes to my kids, I'm not afraid of you. You scare the hell out of me, Barry, but I swear I'll rip you apart."

Barry nodded. "I was concerned about that, too. I'd never hurt your children, Ted. If you don't believe anything else, believe that."

* * * * *

I was still upset at Nathan for not trusting me and at Barry for trying to seduce me in the livingroom, but we parted as friends. I would tell Brad about it, of course, but not until later.

I went to bed soon after Nathan and Barry left, but I lay there for a long time - long after midnight - thinking about the relationship we all shared. It was such a different friendship than that shared by Warren and Bill. With Warren, there was innocent teasing. With Nathan and Barry, there was a definite sexual tension and attraction between us.

I knew I could trust myself. I'd never been unfaithful in any of my relationships, no matter the attraction to someone else, and this one with Brad was no different. As attractive as I found Barry, he would have to rape me to get me to do anything with him. There is the love I have for Brad and then there is the attraction I have for Barry. There's a big difference between the two.

I knew I could trust Brad, too. He had been in several situations with people much more attractive than myself and he'd shown no interest. In fact, I had taken the brunt of his anger toward them on at least one occasion. Yes, I could trust Brad.

That left two people - two good friends - Barry and Nathan. Could I really trust them? Time would tell.

The chips had fallen with a resounding crash. Now, we had to start picking them back up again.

* * * * *

Thursday morning, a dozen roses were delivered to the office for me by a polite young delivery man with a warm smile and a bounce in his step. There was no end to the ribbing I got the rest of the day from my staff. I thought the flowers might have been sent by Barry and Nathan as a display of friendship and apology, but, when I read the card, I knew they could be from only one person. The card said simply, "Tomorrow!"

Only Brad could have sent them to me.

Sally found a vase somewhere in the building and arranged the roses for me. "When do we get to meet him, Ted?" she asked. "We hear so much about him and all we've seen is pictures of him."

"I'll have him come in one day when he finishes classes," I assured her.

"JW keeps telling me he's just my type."

"Sorry, Sweetheart," I said in my best Bogey voice. "I'm his type."

I don't know why Sally found that so funny. It wasn't meant to be.

* * * * *

Mark had finished his work and had gone home and the kids were all bathed and in bed when Brad phoned that night. His bouquet of roses sat on the coffee table in front of me. For two hours, we talked about him coming home and very little else. He had only one more day. Tomorrow night at this time, he would be on the bus and on his way home.

There were no tears that night. No sad voices. Only excitement that lifted both of us up and had us walking on air. I didn't mention the incident with Barry. I didn't want to worry him with it and spoil our moment. I would tell him later, after he had settled back into the home life again.

"You'll be there, Ted? At the bus station?" he said as our time finally drew to a close.

"We'll all be there, Brad."

"Promise?"

"I promise. We'll be there at two o'clock."

"What if the bus is late getting there? It's not due until three-fifteen. It will be a long wait."

"What if it's early?" I countered. "I'll be there for you when you step off that bus, Tiger. Don't worry."

"I might embarrass myself when I see you."

"Do you care?"

"No, Pops," he said firmly. "I don't care one little bit. I love you, Ted. More than ever."

"I love you, too, Brad. More than ever."

There was a brief pause, then Brad said urgently, "Damn! One minute left! Tell me again, Ted. I need to hear it."

"I love you, Brad. I'll always love you, and don't ever forget it."

"I love you, too, Ted. I'll see you on Saturday."

"I'll be there."

"Bye, Ted."

"Goodbye, Brad."

I slept very well that night.

* * * * *

Everyone was excited that Friday morning as we ate our breakfast. ‘One more sleep' and Brad would be coming home. We didn't talk about very much other than that whilst eating. Brad would be getting off the bus during the twins' usual nap time, but I figured they would fall asleep in the van on the way to Toronto and I assured them that they would be awake for his arrival. They were satisfied with that.

I was a basket case at work that morning. I worked my ass off to get my work done in a hurry and I was back at home in time to pick up Lindsay from school and to have lunch with everyone. After lunch, I gave Terry the rest of the day off and walked with the boys as we took Lindsay back to school.

We stopped at the park for awhile on the way home and I let the boys run wild to play on the swings and slides and jungle gyms and such. They liked that park and we often spent time there now that the weather was getting better and warmer. When the boys moved in with me, it was already Autumn. Now, in Spring, I suspected we would be spending even more time there.

I promised them that, the next time we went, I would take their skates and pads and helmets and they could skate around on the paved paths to their hearts' content. That day, though, I simply let them play and sat on a nearby bench where I could keep an eye on them. As I sat there, a young woman approached and stopped a short distance from me. A little boy held her hand.

"Excuse me," she said, "are those boys your sons?"

"Yes," I replied as I stood up and approached her. "Well, not exactly. I'll be adopting them in a week or so." I held out my hand in greeting. "Ted de Villiers."

"Hi. I'm Lori Smith. This is my son, Andrew."

I shook her hand, then looked down at her son and smiled. "Hello, Andrew."

The boy moved closer to his mother, wrapping one arm around her leg. "He's a little shy," Lori said in explanation. "We moved here recently and I was hoping I could find some new friends for Andrew before he starts school this September."

"Well, I think I have two of them here for starters." I turned to the boys, who were climbing around in the jungle gym. "Justin! Jeremy! Come here, please!"

Jeremy climbed down the ladder and Justin came down the slide, then came running toward me, all smiles and happy faces. "Boys?" I said. "This is Andrew." As I introduced my sons, I touched each one on the head. "Andrew? This is Jeremy and this is Justin."

"Hi, Andrew," Justin said. "Want to play with us?"

Andrew shook his head and off they ran, back to the jungle gym.

"My goodness," Lori said. "They really are ‘twinny', aren't they?"

"Just a bit," I chuckled as I returned to the bench. Lori followed me and sat beside me.

"How do you tell them apart?"

"You just learn, I guess."

"Can you tell which is which from here?"

"That's Justin talking to Andrew. Jeremy's near the slide."

"How do you know?"

"Their hands. So, you said you just moved here. Where did you live before?"

"New York," she replied. "Not far from Albany. My husband found a job here in Toronto and. . . what's so funny?"

"Don't say ‘toe-RON-toe'," I explained. "People will think you're a tourist. Say ‘TRAH-no'."

Her smile was pleasant and inviting. "Thanks. Things up here are so different than back home. Milk in bags? And all this metric stuff. I don't understand it, but I like the idea of weighing only fifty-eight kilowatzits instead of one hundred and twenty-eight pounds. Mind you," she leaned in to whisper, "when I measured my waist in those centithingies, I almost fainted. Whoof!"

I tried to laugh quietly and failed. "Welcome to Canada, Lori."

Lori laughed along with me. "I suppose I'll get used to it eventually. Brad's learning faster than I am. He can't afford to keep getting speeding tickets."

"Brad?" I asked.

"Yes, my husband," she replied. "Which reminds me. I see you're wearing an engagement ring. Congratulations. When is the big day?"

"In July," I answered, still a bit shocked by her husband's name. "The fifteenth."

"Oh, how lovely. Do you have a picture of her I could see?"

"Well, actually, ‘she' is a ‘he'."

"Oh," she said softly. She was obviously taken aback. "You mean you can actually get married up here for real? In a church and everything?"

"Yes, we can."

"And you can adopt?"

"Yes."

She paused for a long moment as he looked at the three boys laughing and playing with each other. "Your boys. Are they. . . um. . .?"

"They're four years old," I told her. "They don't even know what ‘gay' means. Look, Lori, if you're uncomfortable with this, I can get my sons and go home."

"No," she responded quickly. "I mean, I'm not used to people being so open about it." She heaved a breath. "I mean, I have an uncle who lives with his friend in Albany. My mother's younger brother. They have such a difficult time sometimes and they've been attacked twice."

"We have our moments, but, for the most part, people leave us alone," I explained. "I guess we're more accepting up here."

"I'll have to invite Uncle Dave up here for a visit sometime. He's thinking of moving, too, if he can find a job."

"It's a nice place to live," I added.

"Okay," Lori said finally. "Do you have a picture of him then? I'd still like to see it."

"Sure," I said, pulling my wallet out of my back pocket and flipping through the pictures. "This is my daughter, Lindsay."

"She's adopted, too?"

"No. She's my real daughter. I was divorced two years ago. Please, don't ask," I laughed lightly. "It's a long story." I flipped a few more pictures. "And this is Brad."

She looked up at me, surprised. "His name is Brad, too?"

I smiled. "Yup."

She turned her gaze back to the photo. "He's very handsome."

"Thank you."

"He looks very. . ."

"Daddy!" a voice called to me. I looked up to see Justin and Jeremy running toward me. Andrew followed close behind.

Justin reached me first and grabbed my shirt to pull me down so he could whisper in my ear. "We have to go pee." Of course, his whisper was loud enough for most of the neighbours to hear as well.

I sat up and smiled at Lori. "Would you mind if I find a bush? They always wait until they can't wait any longer."

"Andrew's the same way," she grinned. "Go ahead."

I stood up and the boys followed me a few steps away. I turned them away from the street and stood behind them, leaning over them to help undo their jeans and to pull their underwear down with my thumbs. They were peeing the moment they were exposed to the air.

I tucked them back in when they were finished, zipped them up, and went back to the bench. I thought the twins would go off to play again, but they climbed up into may lap and curled up against me.

"I think someone is getting sleepy," I said to Lori.

"I suppose I should get Andrew home as well," she said.

"Would you like to come back for a coffee? I'm just a few houses down the street."

"That's the way we live as well," Lori replied, "but I really should get Andrew home for his nap."

"He can sleep with the twins. Their bed's big enough for all three."

"Are you sure you wouldn't mind?"

"Not if you don't," I said. "They can play again at home when they wake up. At least until I have to go pick up Lindsay after school."

"I'd like that," she replied. "I don't know very many people here yet and most of them work during the day."

"Well, come on then," I said. "Coffee awaits."

By this time, the boys were gone. I knew there would be no walking home for them. They hooked their arms around my neck and their legs around my waist. I hooked my arms under their bums and stood up. Lori, too, had to pick up Andrew. He didn't want to walk, either.

* * * * *

The boys slept well together and woke up to play together in the twins' room. Lori and I had a wonderful chat and got to know each other quite well. I told her all about Terry and how she was welcome to bring Andrew over any time to play with the twins.

We exchanged phone numbers before she left. I bundled the boys into the van and drove to the school to pick up Lindsay. I took them out for an early dinner to a little restaurant that makes the best burgers in town. The kids don't like it there, though, because their burgers and fries don't come in a cardboard box and don't include a toy. They get over it quickly enough, though, especially when they get to the banana splits for dessert.

After dinner, we stopped at the mall and picked up the latest Disney release on DVD, went home and got the kids bathed and ready for bed, then settled down together on the sofa with pop and popcorn and watched it. The boys, somehow, managed to stay awake for the entire movie, even though it went past their usual bedtime.

It felt strange, not waiting for Brad's phone call.

Later, I lay in bed alone, staring up into the darkness and wondering if Brad was having as much trouble falling asleep as I was.

* * * * *

Brad was coming home. I suppose I woke up and showered and fed the kids and got them dressed. I suppose we got through Saturday morning without incident. I suppose I called John and Bernice and told them we were ready to go. I suppose I got everyone buckled into the van and I suppose I drove into Toronto with John sitting in the passenger seat beside me. I don't remember any of it. I can only remember standing at the Greyhound bus station with the twins holding my hands and Bernice and John holding hands with Lindsay.

Of course, we were an hour early, but I'd promised I'd be there and I was. The kids began to get excited then, too. Especially the twins when they finally realized that we were there to bring Brad home with us.

"Where is he, Daddy," Jeremy asked. He was more excited about Brad's return than anyone else except me.

"He'll be here soon, Jeremy," I explained as I squatted down. "We have to wait for his bus to come."

Jeremy looked over his shoulder in hopes of seeing the bus rounding the corner.

"Come on, my Sonskyn," I said softly. "Let's go have a milkshake while we wait." I grabbed Jeremy up in one arm and Justin in the other and went inside to the little canteen. I ordered the shakes for the kids and coffees for the adults. John helped me carry them to the tables. The boys sat at my table. Lindsay sat with John and Bernice.

By three o'clock, I had everyone back outside, sitting on a bench, waiting patiently. The boys sat in my lap and Lindsay sat beside me. John and Bernice sat beyond her. I thought the boys might fall asleep, but they stayed awake somehow. My foot impatiently tapped the concrete walk.

The bus was six minutes early, pulling into the parking lot at three-oh-nine. Over the speaker system, a female voice said, "Now arriving: Thunder Bay, Marathon, Wawa, Sault Ste Marie, Sudbury, Perry Sound, Orillia, Barrie."

"Brad's home," I said as I set the boys on the ground and stood up. They immediately grabbed my hands. I moved toward the space into which the bus was pulling. The sun was bright and the windows were darkly tinted. I couldn't spot Brad right away. And then I saw a waving hand. The bus stopped and the waving hand disappeared.

My heart was pounding in my chest and I clutched the boys' hands tightly. The bus door opened up and people began stepping out. One person. Then two. Three. And then Brad was there.

My Tiger was home.

To Be Continued​

 

[Just4fun2]

"My Tiger was home." What beautiful words. I got cold chills as I read this chapter.

They are just like family to me.
Berry is something else, lol. You got to love him.

Thanks Neil!

 

[gmoney]

Neil, you have an imagination unlike any other living soul!! I'm glad Barry didn't have to be written out! "My Tiger is home". As you ended this chapter, my eyes welled up with tears.

Thank you again! -Gary

 

[harry113]

Yet another beautiful chapter Neil
The thing with Barry was entirely unexpected .... yet another twist !!!
Now Brad is home at last .... more fireworks tonight ???
Thanks
Harry

 

[Kyanimal]

Neil, you Devil!!

Just had to get US all worked up over Barry, didn't you?

I like the introduction of Lori, Andrew, and another "Brad". Interesting way to point out the differences across The Border! Perhaps she'd also like to meet Cali, Mags and Tyler? I trust they still live in the neighborhood, yes?? Could make for an interesting PTA meeting at school!

Ahhh ... "My Tiger was home."

THANK YOU, Neil!!
Chaz

 

[Trent0n1]

Ahh bugger! Blubbering like a girl again. Thanks Neil...for another fantastic chapter.

 

[caddymac]

The Barry part sure threw me for a loop! I am VERY happy that Brad is home.
Thank You Neil for a wonderful story.

 

[gsdx]

WATCHING BRAD
Part 86​

Brad stood in the doorway of the bus, one foot on the ground, the other still on the bottom step of the bus. His left hand was still holding onto the rail inside the door. His mouth was open slightly and I could see his chipped tooth. It was the most beautiful thing I'd seen in two weeks. There was a strange look in his moist, green eyes. Incredulity, perhaps. Excitement. Love. Desire. Happiness. Relief. A combination of all of them.

Someone tapped his shoulder and Brad looked back briefly, then released the railing and stepped away from the door of the bus. His eyes began to fill with tears as he stared at me and his face lit up with the smile that was forming, and then he was moving toward me.

Brad came hard and fast and slammed into my body as his arms came around me and clutched me into his bear hug. I released the twins' hands and my own hands found Brad's back and pulled him close as his face buried itself in my neck. I could feel the twins hands grabbing onto my pant legs.

"Oh, God, Ted," Brad whispered loudly. "Oh, God, I love you!"

My head twisted around until my lips found his hair and I kissed it. "I love you, too, Brad." I held him harder, feeling his body against me, but I could feel anxious fingers pulling at my jeans. "Jeremy needs you, too, Brad," I whispered to him.

I released my grip and Brad broke away from me with a great deal of reluctance. He dropped to his knees in front of me, reaching out his arms and pulling the twins into them. He hugged and kissed their cheeks over and over as Jeremy locked his arms around Brad's neck and his legs around Brad's waist. If Brad was going anywhere, Jeremy was going with him.

He released the twins and Justin immediately reached up to me and I picked him up, but Jeremy wouldn't let go of Brad. He had no choice other than to hold onto the boy and take him with him. He turned to Lindsay, who was close by and pulled her into his free arm and hugged and kissed her, too. Finally, he stood up, Jeremy still clutched in his right arm, and greeted his mother and father.

And then he came back to stand in front of me. My gaze locked onto the soft, moist green of his eyes, dazzling in the afternoon sunlight. The only thing left to see in them was love. We stared at each other for many long moments before his fingers came up to touch my cheek. They stroked once before he pressed his entire palm against it.

"I'm really home," he whispered. His hand slid slowly around my neck and shoulder, travelling down to my back and pulling me forward once more until our lips were pressed together.

We hugged and kissed for quite some time, I'm sure. Even when we stopped kissing, Brad switched Jeremy to his other arm and moved to my left side, his arm coming around my waist and mine found its way behind Brad.. Paul stood a discrete distance away holding a suitcase in each hand. He moved forward when Brad nodded to him and set one of the suitcases beside his roommate and the other beside himself.

Brad quickly made introductions, which he hadn't done two weeks earlier when he left, leaving Paul's introduction to me for last.

Paul held out his hand in greeting and I brought my left and forward and shook his hand ‘backwards'. He was smiling broadly.

"As much as Brad tells you he missed you and wanted to come home," he said, "it won't come close to what he was really like. You're a helluva lucky man."

"Thank you," I said.

"Thanks for getting my suitcase, Paul, and thanks for putting up with me," Brad said. His arm moved from my waist and pulled Paul into a hug. "And thanks for going up that friggin' elevator for me. I owe you big for that one."

Paul laughed. "Stick with landscaping, pal," he said. "And don't build anything higher than you can reach from the ground."

"I won't," Brad chuckled lightly. "See you on Monday, eh?"

"For sure. And congratulations to both of you."

"Thank you," I said.

"Thanks, Paul," Brad said. "See you later."

Paul picked up his suitcase and went on his way. Brad turned toward me and pulled me into another hug and kiss. I don't know how long we kissed, but we were stopped much too soon when a tiny hand grabbed my cheek and tugged at it. "Daddy," Justin said. "I have to go pee."

I laughed into Brad's mouth and he laughed into mine. We separated and a huge grin crossed Brad's handsome young face. "Yup," he said. "I'm really home."

John retrieved Brad's suitcase and Bernice stayed with Lindsay while Brad and I took the twins inside the depot to go to the bathroom. We held hands all the way.

* * * * *

Brad put his hand on my thigh - high up on my thigh - the moment I sat behind the steering wheel of the van and he didn't move it until I was ready to get out of the van when we got home. When my right hand wasn't being used to drive the van, it was on Brad's hand. We didn't speak much. That would come later. For now, we were content with the contact we had.

I was tired, physically and mentally. I hadn't slept well the night before due to the excitement of Brad's return. I knew Brad was tired as well. During many of my frequent glances in his direction as I drove, he sat, for the most part, with his head turned toward me and leaning back against the headrest. The green of his eyes floated in a pink-tinged ocean and the eyelids dropped sleepily. He was beginning to come down from his ‘coming home' high and now fatigue was beginning to set in. But he smiled at me every time I looked at him.

The twins fell asleep soon after we got into the van and were still asleep as I unbuckled them from their car seats. I invited John and Bernice in while the boys finished their naps. I would order dinner for everyone, bathe the boys and get them ready for bed and send some clean clothes for them, and John and Bernice could then take them home for the rest of the weekend. Brad didn't seem to care as long as he was there with me.

I had to smile when Brad saw the roses still sitting on the coffee table. I got a hug and kiss for that as well. I think I'd have got a hug and kiss if I farted.

Brad was like a little boy. He followed me everywhere, even to the bathroom, and he didn't even have to go himself. When we sat together on the sofa, he'd take my hand and wrap my arm around his shoulder, and he took any and every opportunity to hug and kiss me. There was nothing sexual in anything he did. It was more important for him to feel loved and wanted, and that made me very happy.

When the twins woke up, Brad came with me to help me get them into the bathtub. I left for a minute or so in order to call Kentucky Fried Chicken for a delivery before returning to sit beside Brad on the side of the tub. Again, he held my hand until twins were finished. I dried Justin while Brad dried Jeremy.

"Daddy? Why can't we stay here with you tonight?" Justin asked sadly.

"Brad and I want to be alone," I explained.

"We'll stay in our room," Jeremy offered. "We won't bother you."

"I know you wouldn't, but we really want to be alone tonight," I repeated. "Only for tonight. Could you do this for us, please?"

The boys glanced at each other. "Okay, Daddy," Justin said.

I hugged them and kissed their cheeks. "Thank you."

Jeremy turned to Brad, who continued to pat him dry with the towel. "Are you going away again?"

"Never," Brad said with a smile. "I don't ever want to go away from you guys again."

A smile finally broke out on Jeremy's face. "I'm glad," he said as he wrapped his tiny arms around Brad's neck and gave him a big hug.

* * * * *

Dinner was finished and Bernice had packed away the leftovers in order to take them home for the kids' lunch the next day. Brad and I got the kids ready to leave for the night. The boys gathered their toys and Lindsay gathered her needlework. Even Bernice had taken up the plastic canvas work and was making some of the things from the pattern books which Neil had sent home with Lindsay from Peterborough. The two often spent hours stitching away together.

A few minutes before six o'clock, Brad and I picked up the twins, now dressed in their pyjamas and bathrobes and slippers. Lindsay held my hand and Brad carried the small suitcase for the twins. Lindsay already had a drawer full of clothes over there. John carried the left-over chicken and away we went to the Hayes household next door. We gave the kids their hugs and kisses inside the door and thanked John and Bernice for taking the kids overnight. They were only too happy to do so.

"We'll see you tomorrow, okay?" I said as I waved ‘goodbye' one last time.

We walked back to our house hand-in-hand. Once inside, I locked the door and set the alarm, then pulled Brad into my arms. His cheek found my chest and he hugged me close.

"I've been dreaming of this moment since I got on that bus two weeks ago," he said in a soft whisper. He sounded as exhausted as he looked. I suspect he didn't get much sleep on the bus.

"So have I."

"I've missed this, Pops," Brad said sentimentally. "I've missed you and I've missed this."

"Shall we adjourn to the bedroom?"

Brad looked up at me. "I want to take a bath with you. Last time I showered was yesterday morning. We didn't have time last night."

We kissed each other again before turning out the lights and heading for the bathroom. Brad began undressing as I turned on the faucets to fill the tub. I turned back toward him and began taking off my own clothes. "Who sits where?"

Brad stopped unzipping his pants and looked into my eyes. "I want you to hold me, Ted," he said.

There was a look in his eyes that I understood. I stepped forward to him and hugged him again. "That's all you want me to do tonight, isn't it?" I murmured.

"Yes. Is that okay with you?"

I kissed him. "That's fine with me, Brad. I'll hold you as much as you want."

He kissed me again. "Thank you."

I finished undressing him, not totally surprised to find that he didn't have an erection. I didn't either. It confirmed our love, knowing that the love was more important than the sex. We could be happy with each other when we didn't do anything at all.

I quickly pulled off the rest of my clothes, dropping them in a pile on the floor atop Brad's clothes. I turned off the faucets and stepped into the tub, settling into the rounded curve. Brad stepped in as well. He sat between my legs, leaning back against me. My arms came around his chest and pressed him against me. His hands found mine and locked onto them, holding them there in case I had the inclination to move them away from his body. I had no such inclination.

A long, satisfied sigh blew past his lips. The back of his head found the curve of my shoulder and made its home there. I kissed his soft, sandy hair and hugged him closer. Brad's head twisted around and his lips found mine. We didn't really kiss. Our lips nipped at each other. Our tongues never touched. There was no passion in the kisses we gave each other. No urgency. There was only the love we had for each other.

I know you're probably disappointed. I know you were probably expecting us to run off to the bedroom and spend the entire night having hot, torrid sex together. You undoubtedly expected two weeks of almost total abstinence to be released in a flood. For that, I apologize. We are beyond that. We are more important to each other than the sex, as I discovered that night.

When Brad had stepped off the bus in Toronto, I had expected my blood to flood into my groin, but it hadn't. It had flooded into my heart instead, filling that void left behind when Brad had climbed onto that bus two weeks earlier. It wasn't Brad's body that I had missed. It was Brad himself.

Our little, loving kisses stopped finally and Brad turned his head back into the pillow of my shoulder. He wanted to hear the news since our telephone chat Thursday evening, so I began filling him in on all the latest happenings. Brad listened in silence and, when I finished my tale, there was no response from him.

My Tiger had fallen asleep.

I left him there until the water became tepid and I reluctantly woke him up. We got out of the tub, drained it, and dried ourselves. The towels joined the clothes on the floor and, hand-in-hand, we walked to the bedroom and climbed into bed. The digital alarm clock on the night stand told me it was seven forty-nine.

Brad faced me this time, our chests pressed against one another, our legs bent and entwined. Our arms held each other. Brad kissed me again. "I love you so much."

"I love you, too, Brad."

He blinked slowly and kissed me one more time. And then his eyes closed and Brad was asleep again. I joined him in slumber only a few minutes later.

For the first time in two weeks, I could hold my dreams in my arms.

* * * * *

The room was light when I opened my eyes. Brad was still lying chest-to-chest against me, our arms still holding each other. The only difference this time was our two erections which were now resting against each other.

My eyes quickly focused on the awake and smiling face of my lover.

"You're even more handsome when you're asleep," he said.

"Thanks," I smiled back. "I think."

He kissed me, and this time there was a great deal of passion in the kiss. Our lips mashed against each other and our arms and hands clutched at each other. Brad ground his hips against mine, his cock pushing into my belly and his balls doing a tango with mine. He rolled onto his back, pulling my smaller-framed body atop his.

Our kisses became more intense - more passionate. Our gasping breath filled the silence of the house as we sucked air into our lungs through our noses. Our mouths breathed life into each other and Brad's fingers dug into my back.

His hands found my shoulders and pushed me away. As our faces separated, our loud breaths came in short, anxious pants and gasps. There was an undisguised look of desire in Brad's eyes.

"I need you now, Ted," he said in a hoarse, ragged whisper.

I knew exactly what he meant. Last night we had shown each other one kind of love. This morning, it was time to show each other another kind. I could feel the warm moistness of our pre-cum on my skin and I could feel his hardon pulsating against me. I didn't hesitate to show him how much I needed him, too.

I lifted myself from his body and sat back on my heels between his legs, the sheets sliding off my back and falling to the bed around us. I took his cock into my right hand and lifted it from his body. The head was still attached by a thin thread of liquid which stretched thinner and thinner until it broke apart and fell away. His cockhead was moist and shiny in the morning light.

My mouth found the cockhead easily and opened itself to it. I could taste Brad's juices there and my tongue swirled around it and lapped it up. My eyes closed slowly and a soft moan of pleasure hummed into his flesh as I savoured the flavour of my Tiger. Brad's cock swelled and a loud sigh floated past his lips.

I sucked as much of his cock into my mouth as I could at that angle and Brad's sigh became louder and longer. After three strokes of my lips upon his flesh, Brad's left hand grabbed my back, pulling me around. I held his cock in my mouth as I maneuvered myself to one side. Brad rolled onto his left side, dragging me down as well until we were lying chest-to-chest again, our heads in each other's crotch. I felt Brad taking my cock into his hand and then I felt him take it into his mouth. In one smooth move, he took me into him as far as it would go. I opened my jaws wider and did the same to him.

We locked ourselves into a sixty-nine. I followed Brad's lead and set my pace according to his. From his oral manipulations, there was an urgency there that I understood fully. He was as anxious to bring me to an orgasm as he was to have his own.

The blowjobs became very intense very quickly. So did the orgasms.

This was one of the few times I couldn't handle Brad's orgasm. I thought I was prepared for it, but I wasn't. It came at me with such pent-up ferocity that I couldn't keep up with it and had to tear myself away from it and to let it continue without me.

The pressure of Brad's mouth on my cock became almost unbearable as he screamed out his release and he yanked his mouth away from me so he wouldn't hurt me and rolled onto his back. His orgasm continued into the air. I grabbed my cock in my hand and, with a few practices strokes, I released my own semen onto him instead of into him.

My climax was intense, but Brad's was intense and immense. The volume surprised me. As soon as I could, though, I sucked Brad's cockhead back into my mouth, even as my own orgasm continued. Brad groaned long and loud and his hips pushed up into my face. I was ready this time and managed to keep him inside me until at last, his cock stopped shooting his semen into me and, instead, pulsated in the aftermath of his climax.

I fell to my back, my head turned to the side so I could watch Brad's body in its post-orgasmic throes of ecstasy. His cock, still hard but beginning to wilt, bounced up and down against his rapidly-heaving stomach and chest. I lifted my head to look into his face. His eyes were closed, his mouth open, as he gasped huge and short breaths into himself.

His cum and mine lay in small pools along his body and on his face. I turned myself around to lie beside him. My hand went to his chest, gently rubbing the cream into his skin. His eyes finally opened and his head turned toward me. A smile crept onto his lips.

"Gee-sus, Murphy, Ted," he said in a loud, breathy whisper. His chest was still heaving from the deep breaths he was taking. "That was amazing."

I moved my hand to his face to wipe away the cum there. "Welcome home, Brad."

Brad reached his hand behind my head and pulled it forward toward his own. His kiss was especially tasty this time. "Now I can relax and just love you."

* * * * *

We took a shower together, spending a long time scrubbing each other clean of all the semen still remaining on us. Brad washed my hair (all of it!) and I washed his. Unlike me, though, Brad's youth allowed him to rise to the occasion once again so quickly after his first orgasm. It was my fault, really. I can't lay any blame on Brad.

I had turned him away from me, against the shower wall, so that I could wash his back. Of course, his beautifully rounded ass was there as well, and my hands gave it the attention it deserved. I washed the mounded orbs with the washcloth, slowly, tenderly. They were so smooth and soft, yet so solid beneath my touch.

I lowered myself to my knees behind him, abandoning the washcloth and letting it fall to the tiled floor of the shower stall. Brad moved slightly and I looked up his body to see that he was leaning his forearms and left cheek against the wall. His eyes were closed.

I watched as the water splashed onto his broad back, then down and over his ass and on down his legs. My hands grasped his ass cheeks, my thumbs slipping into the cleft between and pulling them apart slightly. The clean, fresh water from the nozzle flowed into the valley, rinsing Brad clean of all the lather gathered there.

My head moved forward, my nose nuzzling its way into the valley until my extended tongue found the wrinkled flesh there and pushed forward. Brad clenched his muscles, drawing me into him. I pressed harder and began slow, easy teasing of his most private and personal spot.

"Oh, God, Ted," Brad gasped. "Oh, my God!" His hips pressed back toward me, encouraging me and prompting me to continue.

I did.

I proceeded slowly and with great love and care, tracing those areas of his body with my tongue and giving Brad as much pleasure as I could in the process. I rimmed him as long as he could tolerate it, but, suddenly, he pulled his ass away from me and spun around to face me, his mammoth cock steel-hard in his hand.

"Please, Ted," he begged in a desperate whisper.

Again, I obliged, sucking his cock as deeply into my mouth as I could while Brad stroked himself to another orgasm. His climax was not as intense as the one a short while earlier. This one I could handle, and I didn't allow a single drop to escape me this time. I held his ass cheeks in my hands as he pumped his juices into me and my tongue and lips did everything they could to make the orgasm as pleasurable as possible for him.

His orgasm finished and the echoes of the grunts and groans faded away into the splashes of water droplets on our skin. I held him inside my mouth until he went soft, and still I held him there, my nose buried into the fuzzy hairs adorning his belly. At last, Brad bent over and hooked his hands under my arms and lifted me away from him, then pulled me into him. He kissed me long and hard beneath the shower spray.

"I don't deserve you, Pops," he said after he broke the kiss. "But I'm sure as hell glad I have you."

"The feeling is mutual, Tiger," I replied.

We hugged and kissed again until we felt that we were soggy enough.

* * * * *

Brad made breakfast. He was still naked and so was I. We ate naked and fed each other from our own plates. We laughed, we smiled, we talked, and we kissed. Afterward, we returned to the bedroom where we cuddled and kissed and talked some more for the rest of the morning. Before lunch, two used condoms sat in the bottom of the trash basket beside the bed - one regular-sized and one really big.

As Brad made sandwiches for lunch, I phoned the kids and promised them that we would be over to get them later that afternoon. They would eat dinner with us. After lunch, Brad and I curled up together on the sofa. The sex we'd had that day was nice, but it seemed to be more important for both of us just to be with each other and to love each other. It wasn't at all the way I had expected the weekend to go, and I don't believe Brad expected it, either.

If nothing else, it proved to me that Brad was more important to me than what he had dangling between his legs. I could live without his cock, but I couldn't live without Brad.

Bernice phoned at three-thirty to tell us the twins were awake, so Brad and I roused ourselves from the sofa, grabbed another quick shower together, got dressed, and went to get the kids. Back home, Brad showed us the pictures from Thunder Bay and all the souvenirs he'd bought. Of course, there were toys he'd bought for the kids.

The children played with their new toys as Brad and I prepared supper. Nothing elaborate. Simple chicken nuggets and fries. For dessert, Bernice had sent over yet another of her delicious cakes. We ate that in the living room whilst watching cartoons on DVD. Baths followed dessert and we all sat together in the livingroom afterward. Jeremy sat in Brad's lap, of course. Lindsay and Justin sat in mine. The twins were asleep before eight o'clock. It had been a big, busy day for them. Lindsay continued watching cartoons as Brad and I took the boys to their bedroom and tucked them in for the night. Lindsay fell asleep against my chest before nine o'clock and I carried her into bed as Brad tidied up and locked up the house.

By nine-thirty, Brad and I were in bed, also, cuddling and kissing and loving each other silently for a long time. By ten-fifteen, we, too, were sound asleep.

The alarm clock was set. Real life would begin again in the morning.

To Be Continued​

 

[Just4fun2]

Awesome Neil! I have nothing else to say, just 'Awesome'