Watching Brad

[ronboy]

You did it again Neil! I am typing this through teary eyes.

 

[Rainbow]

Man you can definitely write a great story, But seriously your 55 yrs old? your photo does not look older that 39, Anyway we all like them So keep em cumming.

 

[xchadx123]

Man you can definitely write a great story, But seriously your 55 yrs old? your photo does not look older that 39, Anyway we all like them So keep em cumming.

If you're talking about Neil's avatar, that's not him...it's Michael Shanks, who plays Dr. Daniel Jackson on "Stargate; SG1".

 

[gsdx]

If you're talking about Neil's avatar, that's not him...it's Michael Shanks, who plays Dr. Daniel Jackson on "Stargate; SG1".

I think he's talking about the photo in my gallery (profile). That photo is, indeed, an older photo. I'm a lot older now, and look a lot different. Less hair and lots of grey.

Lots and lots of grey.

Lots and lots.

*sigh*

 

[gsdx]

WATCHING BRAD
Part 120​

Brad stared into my eyes as we stood there in Dr. Davis' office, searching for answers, searching for the truth. We still held each other and I was still crying, looking at Brad's handsome face through bleary, tear-soaked eyes. I could see well enough to know that he swallowed hard. He had felt it.

"Is that because of me?" he asked softly. Hope came into his eyes and face.

I smiled at him through the tears and nodded my head slightly. "Yes, Brad," I replied. "It's because of you."

Brad grabbed me in his arms once more, crushing my body against his. We were oblivious to everything around us except for the love and desire we felt for each other. Soon, though, it was becoming very uncomfortable for me and, I assumed, just as uncomfortable for Brad. As much as I wanted to hold onto him like that forever, I pushed away from him before we ripped our pants apart. We were left gasping for breath, but our lips found each other and we kissed.

When we finally broke apart, we realized that we were alone in the office. Dr. Davis was nowhere to be seen. Neither of us had noticed him leave the room. We let go of each other, adjusting ourselves to a more comfortable position in our pants. Brad solved his problem by untucking his shirttails after he'd moved himself around to lessen his discomfort.

"Are you going to be okay to finish this," I asked him, "or would you rather go out to the car and wait for me?"

"I think I need to be here, Ted," he replied seriously. "It's embarrassing, but I need to be here, to know that we're going to be okay."

I nodded. His hands came to my face, his fingers gently and lovingly wiping away the tears from my eyes and cheeks. "I love you, Ted," he said softly. "I don't care what other people think of us. I need to be with you. We know what the problem is now. We can face it together."

"I'm sorry all this happened," I told him.

"Don't be," he replied. "I'd rather we go through it now than after we're married."

"There's still going to be a wedding?"

"If you'll have me," Brad said.

My hand moved slowly to his face, the palm coming to rest against the warm skin of his cheek. My thumb gently caressed it as his own hand covered mine and pressed it to him. "I love you, too, Brad, but I need to know if it's worth it to you."

"What do you mean?"

"Dr. Davis said I might never get over these fears," I explained. "I might always feel this way."

"And you might not," he reminded me.

"What if it pops up again later on?" I asked. "Is our relationship important enough to you to go through it again?"

"There's nothing more important to me, Ted. I'll do whatever I have to do to make it work. I'm not afraid of it, and I'm not afraid of anyone else. My only fear is not being with you." He moved my hand to his lips and tenderly kissed my fingertips. "I've told you before, Ted. I'm in it for the long haul. Something like this isn't going to make me go away. We know the problem now. We can deal with it together. So, in answer to your question, our relationship is more than worth it to me. But, is it worth it to you?"

I looked into Brad's beautiful, green eyes as they flicked back and forth between mine. I said to him, "You're worth it."

We kissed then, very passionately, but we kept the kiss short. There would be time later on for that.

* * * * *

Dr. Davis was standing down the hall, waiting, when I opened to door to look for him. We returned to our seats to finish the session. Dr. Davis pushed the ‘Record' button on the tape recorder once more and it was obvious by his silence that he was waiting for me to speak first.

"Well," I said, "we had something of a breakthrough."

Dr. Davis simply smiled. "I gathered that. How do you feel about it?"

"I feel good," I replied, "and more than a little bit relieved. Yesterday, I was talking to a young man in the garden park a few blocks down the street. I got an erection, but I wasn't sure who had given it to me. I'd been thinking about Brad and Warren and the new guy and a friend of ours. Any of them could have caused it."

I paused as I looked at Brad and reached out for his hand. With our fingers entwined, I continued. "Now I know."

Dr. Davis brought our attention back to him. "As I said earlier, Ted, you may never overcome this age difference. There is no simple cure. It is something you will have to deal with on your own. The fact that you're a gay couple may cause its own problems. The age difference may cause others. I've seen no indication that you have a problem being a gay couple. You seem quite comfortable with it, in fact. That leaves only one problem you will have to deal with."

"The age difference," I suggested.

"Yes," Dr. Davis nodded, "and I really don't see it being an issue here when I see you together. If you're both willing to face the challenge. . ."

"I certainly am," Brad interrupted.

I looked at Brad and he gave me his wonderful, chipped-tooth smile. "I am, too." I squeezed Brad's hand reassuringly and he squeezed mine back. Just like old times.

Brad came home with me that Wednesday afternoon after we finished our session. We arrived home shortly after two o'clock and gave Terry the rest of the afternoon off. The twins, of course, were ecstatic that Brad was coming home again. Jeremy, in particular, eagerly jumped into Brad's arms, gave him a humongous hug, and latched onto him and held on for dear life.

We carried the boys in our arms as we walked next door to get Brad's belongings. Even Grandma Hayes couldn't bribe Jeremy out of Brad's arm with promises of milk and cookies or chocolate cake and ice cream. The weren't worth enough to Jeremy to make him let go of Brad.

"No, thank you, Grandma," Jeremy said as he wrapped his arm more securely around Brad's neck and tucked his head into the nape of Brad's neck, the fingers of his other hand holding tight to Brad's shirt. Only when we sat at the table with the twins in our laps did he give himself over to the snacks.

I didn't realize until that moment just how much my little breakdown had affected everyone around me. With Brad back home now, Jeremy's circle of love was reinstated. I would do whatever I could to see that it was never diminished again.

Bernice was saddened that Brad was leaving home once more, but she was happy that he was once again happy as well. "He's been a miserable old poop," she said.

The twins giggled and tittered. Justin twisted around in my lap and whispered loudly, "Grandma said ‘poop', Daddy."

I shushed him.

"All he did was mope around all day," Bernice continued as if oblivious to the tittering. "If he didn't go back home soon, I think Mr. Hayes and I would have rented him a room at the Holiday Inn."

Brad and I laughed at that.

Soon, though, the snacks were finished and we were ready to go home. We went to get Brad's belongings and I was surprised to see his bags packed when we reached his bedroom.

"I never unpacked," Brad said with a smirk. "Not even a sock made it into the dresser. When Mom did the laundry, I made her put it back in my bags."

With Justin in one arm, I picked up one bag - the smaller one at Brad's insistence - and Brad picked up the other. Bernice kissed us all at the door and, as a family, we left one home to go back to the other.

* * * * *

The twins fell asleep in our laps as Brad and I sat beside each other on the sofa. Cartoons were playing on the television and the boys were desperately trying to stay awake, but, after the excitement of Brad's return finally died down, so did the boys. Despite their best efforts, sleep overcame them.

We carried them into their bedroom and laid them in their bed where they immediately curled up against each other in their ever-familiar arrangement, facing each other with their foreheads touching. Even in sleep, there was a connection between them. I doubt if they ever would have survived individual adoptions. They needed each other too much.

Just like Brad and me.

As we left the bedroom, I took Brad's hand in my own and walked him down the hall toward our bedroom. We entered and I closed the door behind us, turning the lock at the same time. I led him to the side of the bed and took him into my arms and we hugged and kissed until the growing cocks in both our jeans forced us apart.

We lay on the bed and Brad immediately reversed his direction, placing himself so our heads faced each other's feet. Together, we unzipped jeans and pushed them down to mid-thigh. Moments later, Brad's rapidly-swelling cock was lodged securely in my throat and my cock was lodged in his.

My last orgasm was with Brad several weeks earlier. If I knew Brad, that was when he had his last orgasm as well. If he lasted more than three full minutes that afternoon, I would have been very surprised. I had barely begun to enjoy the taste of him when his cock swelled within my throat and his hips began pumping furiously. Moments later, I was inundated by a serious flood of pent-up semen which threatened to drown me. It blasted into me with the power and fury of a tidal wave. His pulsating cock stretched my throat muscles and my jaws protested, but I held on and took it all as my own semen began blasting into him. Wave after wave of his thick, delicious cream poured out of his cock and into my throat as he screamed his pleasure into my crotch. His voice sent vibrations into me which served only to increase the power of my climax. His hands grasped the cheeks of my ass and pulled me into him.

Even after the orgasms finished, we kept sucking each other. With the initial release over, the next was longer in coming. The first time, we simply sucked each other off. The second time, we made love to each other. There was nothing else in my mind except the pleasure I was giving to my lover and the pleasure he was giving to me. All the thoughts, all the reservations, all the fears of the past weeks melted away until there was nothing left except Brad.

Our second orgasms were as intense as the first, fueled by Brad's heady scent. He smelt clean and fresh from his morning shower, but there was also the manly, sexual smell which filled my nostrils. It was a smell I had missed so much and one which I now enjoyed so much more.

Brad flipped around when we finally came down from our orgasmic highs and we fell into the longest, most loving and passionate kiss we had enjoyed in a long, long time. We devoured each other, tasting each other and exploring each other. I knew then that I would have to deal with my fears and not to allow anything like that to come between us again. I knew then that I needed Brad, that I could not be truly happy without him. I would simply have to do it.

* * * * *

After a quick shower together, Brad began unpacking his clothes while I went out to await Lindsay's arrival home from school. He would then pack a small bag with a change of clothes for us. Warren's surgery, the biggest hurdle I would face, loomed before us and I was determined to be there, and I was equally determined that Brad would be there beside me. The family already knew that I had planned on going up that evening. Dad was going to drive me to Toronto and I would rent a hotel room, but Brad was home now and we would go together. Dad could stay home and rest. We would leave after the twins were in bed and asleep.

Surgery was slated for ten-thirty in the morning. If we wanted to see Warren before he went in, we had to be there before eight o'clock. It would be easier to go up the night before.

The twins were still napping when Lindsay came home from school, excited to find Brad there once again. She sat with us on the sofa until the boys woke up, then all five of us sat together watching cartoons until Mom and Dad arrived.

Brad bought dinner that night, ordering from Kentucky Fried Chicken and having it delivered. As we waited for the food, Mom and Dad told us the good news. The painters had finished that morning and the new house was ready to move into. Mom had spent most of the day cleaning up and planning the furniture layout of the rooms. They would furnish the upstairs bedrooms later. Dad didn't show it in his face, but I could hear the excitement in his voice and see a sparkle in his eyes. He was anxious to get into his own home again. I'm sure he felt at least partially responsible for what had happened to me recently, but I don't think he'd ever know how much his being here with me had actually meant to me. Both his and Mom's help had been invaluable.

The mood during dinner was heart-lifting. The kids were smiling and laughing and frazzled nerves were nowhere to be found. I was completely relaxed and Brad looked as comfortable as he could possibly be. It was almost as if the past few weeks had never happened. Things could easily change after the initial excitement wore off, but, for that night, it was wonderful.

The kids ate all the popcorn chicken between them, leaving the big, boney pieces for the adults. Of course, Justin thought my fries tasted better than his and kept sneaking them off my plate. I didn't mind. He would steal a fry, dip it in his ketchup, and bite off the end. Then he'd hold it out so I could have a bite of it as well. He'd smile that beautiful smile of his and I'd smile back. For dessert, we had a slice of Grandma Hayes' homemade chocolate cake with a scoop of vanilla ice cream.

After dinner, Brad and I cleaned up the kitchen and put away the leftovers for the kids' lunch tomorrow, then I invited him to help me with the twin's bath. As we sat on the side of the tub washing the boys' hair, Brad asked, "Why are you doing this, Ted?"

"Doing what?"

"Helping with dinner," he said, "cleaning up after, and now you've asked me to come in to wash Jeremy's hair."

I shrugged one shoulder. "I don't know," I replied. "I suppose it's time I take a bit more responsibility around here and to give you a chance to become more involved in the family. I can't cook as well as you, but I can certainly do my share."

"I don't mind cooking," he said.

"And I don't mind eating it, but that's not the point. We're in this together. You're as much a part of this family as I am. It should be a little less one-sided, don't you think? Share and share alike."

I looked at Brad when my response was met with silence. He was staring at me.

"Look, Brad," I said seriously, "I can't help but think that I've been taking advantage of you. Since you moved in, you've been doing all the crappy stuff and I've left all the fun stuff for myself. I think it's time we started sharing. I want this to work as much as you do."

I realized that the twins had grown silent and were staring at us. I looked at them and smiled. "Besides," I continued, "I think Jeremy likes you washing his hair, don't you, Jeremy?"

Jeremy smiled back and nodded.

"There, you see?" I said to Brad. "Jeremy gives you his seal of approval. You're hired."

"Then I accept the job," Brad said as he continued his gentle scrubbing of my son's head.

* * * * *

We put the twins to bed after we watched Jeopardy! together. We gave them lots of hugs and kisses to hold them over until we got home tomorrow. It took them longer than usual to fall asleep but, as soon as I had tucked Lindsay into bed at nine, Brad and I said out ‘goodbyes' to Mom and Dad, grabbed our suitcase, and headed off to Toronto. I drove this time.

We found a hotel only a few blocks away from the hospital. It was too late to go in to see him that night, but I phoned and was put through to his room. I tilted the telephone so Brad could listen as well.

"Hello," came a voice over the telephone.

"Hi," I responded. "Is this Bill?"

"Yes," he said. "Ted?"

"Yup."

"Warren's in the bathroom. He'll be out in a minute or so. He'll be happy to hear from you. Will you be here tomorrow?"

"We're in TO right now," I said, "just a few blocks down the street. We'll be there first thing in the morning."

Bill's voice dropped to a whisper. "Please tell my you have some good news for him."

"The best, Bill. Brad's here with me."

"Is it just for show?" he whispered.

"No, Bill," I told him honestly and sincerely, "it's for real. We're back together again."

I could hear Bill sighing audibly. "You don't know what this is going to do for him, Ted," Bill said, his voice full of relief and crackling with emotion. "He's been so worried about you."

"I'm sure he was. Bad timing all around."

"Is that Teddy?" Warren's voice sounded in the background.

"Yes," Bill told him.

A moment later, Warren was talking to me. "Teddy? Where are you?"

"Right here in Toronto, Warren. We'll be there first thing in the morning to see you."

"‘We'? Who is ‘we'?"

"Me and Brad."

"He's there with you?" Warren asked excitedly. "In the same room?"

"In the same room," I replied, "and in the same bed."

"Hi, Warren," Brad said. "It's Brad."

"Hi, Bradley," Warren replied. "It's so good to hear your voice."

"Thanks. How are the orderlies treating you."

"Oh, Bradley," Warren said with sudden excitement, "there's one here that I'm dying to give me a sponge bath. He's got the biggest muscles and the softest hands and the prettiest face and he'll be shaving me tomorrow morning."

"And he's got an ass the size of Oshawa," Bill said in the background.

We laughed.

"Hey," Warren said, "I'm not dead yet!"

We laughed even harder.

"Shit, Warren," I said through my laughter, "it wouldn't surprise me if you sit up on operating table to put the moves on the anesthetist if he's cute."

"No chance of that, Teddy," Warren said sadly. "He's a she. But my surgeon is pretty cute for an older guy. But, hey, fill me in. What's up with you guys?"

"Ted's up again," Brad said enigmatically, but Warren knew exactly what he was saying.

"C'est bon, ça!" Warren said excitedly. "That's the best news I've heard in ages." Then, almost as an afterthought, he added, "You're not doing this just for me, are you, Teddy?"

"No, Warren," I told him. "It for real. We figured out my problem and now we're going to work together to solve it. Well tell you all about it later. I promise."

"I moved back home this afternoon," Brad said.

"That has a nice sound, Bradley," Warren said with a great deal of sentimentality. "‘Back home'. That makes me very happy."

"Makes me happy, too," Brad told him.

Before things got too sentimental, I said, "Look, Warren, we'll let you go now. I just wanted to let you know that we're both here and we'll see you tomorrow morning, okay?"

"Thank you, Teddy," my friend said. "Will you be here when I wake up?"

"Count on it."

"I can't wait to see that happen."

"Neither can I, Warren," I said. "Try to get some sleep now, okay?"

"I will, Teddy."

We said our ‘goodbyes' and hung up the phone. I called the front desk and asked for a six-thirty wake-up call, then Brad and I prepared ourselves for bed. It wasn't even eleven o'clock yet, but we were both pretty exhausted.

We didn't make love. There would be time enough for that in the days to come. Still, it had been a very long time since I slept as well as I did that night.

This Space for Rent​

 

[botboy03]

YAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Another great chapter Neil, and I am so happy they got back together. I can't wait til the next one?
Are we back on schedule for Monday?

Zac

 

[chris0626]

Another fantastic chapter Neil, thank you.

 

[Just4fun2]

What a beautiful chapter. Its so nice to see Ted and Brad back together and making love together again. Its been so long.

I hope Warren is going to be OK? I am praying for him.

Neil, how much is the rent (This Space for Rent)? I will pay just about anything, lol. I do hope that this story is Continued? Why the change from "To Be Continued?"

Chris

 

[upyrkilt469]

That has to be the most beautiful chapter so far. It was great and I am so glad that Ted and Brad are back together. Keep it going Neil. Thanks again for a great chapter. Vic.

 

[gsdx]

Amazing! I've been reading from the first to last chapter.. And i'm eagerly waiting for more.. Its been one helleva rollercoaster ride.. I liked the happier parts better..
Simply amazing.. keep it up!!

Again, I am honoured by a first-time poster. That means a lot to me.

Neil, how much is the rent (This Space for Rent)? I will pay just about anything, lol. I do hope that this story is Continued? Why the change from "To Be Continued?"

Chris

If you have to ask how much the rent is, you can't afford it.

Why did I change from 'To Be Continued'? Just to see if anyone would notice.

* * * * *

Thanks for the comments, guys. The rough part of the writing is over now, I think. Things should move along more swiftly for me now, and one of my other stories will be coming to a conclusion, I think. It's too difficult writing 3 of them at the same time.

 

[harry113]

Hi Neil, & Thank you !! What a relief ... Ted & Brad together again .. Woweeeeee
We are all wishing Warren well for "tomorrow".
yet another beautiful chapter !!
Peace & Love
Harry

 

[Trent0n1]

Ahh....at last, a chapter without heartache, without a cliffhanger.....but full of love and optimism!
Thanks Neil.

Trent

 

[gsdx]

Ahh....at last, a chapter without heartache, without a cliffhanger.....but full of love and optimism!
Thanks Neil.

Trent

Uh oh. . . . . . .

 

[mcpish]

Just a note to let you know that I have never enjoyed a story as much as this one!

 

[Fiorino]

Neil;
I'm so glad we are on the upbeat again, can't wait to read more and hope Warren comes through okay, he has to be at the wedding.
Thanks for a great story.
Fiorino

 

[Kyanimal]

Neil ...

Keep smilin'!! (I certainly am, now!)
Chaz

 

[botboy03]

Why did I change from 'To Be Continued'? Just to see if anyone would notice.

* * * * *

Thanks for the comments, guys. The rough part of the writing is over now, I think. Things should move along more swiftly for me now, and one of my other stories will be coming to a conclusion, I think. It's too difficult writing 3 of them at the same time.

Ok Neil, Which one are you ending? Jason or the Exhibitionist one? I am betting on the last one. Just a tad curious now.

Zac

 

[Latinck]

Hi Neil,
1st time post here, just had to let you know that the days that your post come out are my favorite days of the week. Love your story. Thank You for sharing so much.

 

[kcm17480]

Another excellent chapter. Hope everything will be alright with Warren. Glad to see Brad and Ted are back together and Ted is wanting to share more with Brad.

Thanks,
Ken

 

[indexer]

Oh, i'm so relieved that Brad and Ted have finally patched things up!

U've really done a great job Neil! I'm so impressed with the way the story got me hooked with. The 1st time i've read it, i already felt that your story will be something worth treasuring for the rest of my Life.

It maybe a Fantasy/Fictional based on your experiences (the way i see and feel it), but I know from my heart that it's a story that a lot of readers will love and would even spread out and say, Hey! I've read that story and I'm one of the Lucky guys who are priveliged enough to be part of it!

It's really worth it Neil and I'm so glad that you're one author that I've wanted to share my very 1st post(reply to thread) for the first time.

God Bless and may you continue to make this story last.......

from Indexer