Watching Brad

[harry113]

Thank you Neil, a beautiful & lightweight chapter after the drama of previous ones.
What a relief !!!! So glad Warren is on the mend
Peace & Love
Harry

 

[consult28]

Hi Neil,
This is still the best gay story I have ever read and that is after reading stories over a period of at least 60 years. Thanks for writing all your stories.

One question. Is that sneaky Ted taking the family to Toronto just to embarrass Brad during a ride in the tower elevator? The tower is in that city isn't it? He will get even with Brad for wanting to be a father to the twins.

Really love the story.

George

 

[upyrkilt469]

That was a great chapter. I hope nothing happens to spoil the family outing. Keep it up. Can't wait for Mondayl Vic.

 

[wyndhampaul]

A secret wedding, maybe!

 

[sheep]

I just don't think he should have given a photo of his daughter to CONnie.

 

[gsdx]

After Ted and Brad are married maybe you can talk Ted into getting rid of the you know what when he and Brad spend their first night togather as a married couple.

I'm not exactly sure which 'you know what' you're talking about, but if it's the one I think you're thinking of, Ted got rid of it a long time ago.

 

[gsdx]

WATCHING BRAD
Part 126​

Last night, Justin had fallen asleep beside me on, his head on my shoulder, his hair nuzzling my cheek. His right arm, as usual, was tossed across my chest. When I woke up, it was still dark and Justin was now lying on top of me, belly to belly. He straddled my waist, his legs and arms draping to the sides. His head now nestled comfortably beneath my chin.

It was a wonderful way to wake up, but I had to take a wicked leak and didn't know if I could hold it until he woke up, especially with him straddling my bladder.

"Justin," I called softly. He didn't stir. "Justin, wake up, Sweetie." I put my hand on his shoulder and gave him a gentle shake.

His eyes opened to slits and his head lifted slightly.

"Justin," I said, "I have to go pee."

"Okay, Daddy," he said sleepily and put his head back onto my chest and fell back asleep.

I carefully lifted the blankets away from us, cradled Justin's bum with one arm, and draped the other across his back as I sat up and then stood up. I hurried to the bathroom, pulling my underwear down as I moved. I made it just in time, and Justin didn't even budge.

I finished my piss, flushed, and went back to bed, pulling the blankets back over us and letting Justin sleep on me as he had been a few moments earlier. I wrapped him in my arms, kissed the top of his head, and fell back asleep.

* * * * *

The second time I woke up that morning, Justin was sitting astraddle me, knocking on my chest as he always does, and grinning down at me. I loved waking up to that smiling little face almost as much as I enjoyed waking up next to Brad. When my eyes opened enough to see Justin sitting there in his underwear, smiling at me, my own smile broke across my face and Justin leaned down to give me some sugar.

"Daddy," he whispered, "I have to go pee."

I kissed him again, lifted him off my chest, set him on the floor, and sent him on his way as Jeremy began climbing over me so he, too, could go to the bathroom. I set him on the floor as well, then turned to greet Brad. We fell into a tender embrace, kissing and nuzzling like teenagers. He was very excited, his cock pointing upward at and angle and stretching his briefs almost to the tearing point.

"How does Jeremy sleep around that?" I asked quietly.

"He just does, I guess," Brad replied with a tiny, mischievous smirk. "The first time he noticed it, he asked me why it was hard. I told him it gets like that when I'm happy. He's never mentioned it since then, and he never pays any attention. He just fits himself around it."

We kissed and nuzzled again until the twins returned, running up to the bed, plopping their arms on top of the mattress, and grinning at us. "Get up, Daddy," they said in unison.

Brad and I glanced at each other. "And another day begins," Brad said as he sat up. "Come on, Pops. We've got a job to do."

He rolled over me, got out of bed, and headed for the bathroom as I sat up and told the boys to get their bathrobes on. They grabbed their robes and Justin grabbed mine as well, handing it to me. I stood up and pulled it on as they got dressed themselves.

"Go out to the other room," I said, "but if Terry isn't there, try to be quiet, okay? I'll be right out."

They ran to and out the door as I headed to the bathroom to join Brad. He was taking a cool shower to coax down his erection when I got there. I pissed and left Brad to his own devices as I went out to the other room to keep the boys company.

Terry was already awake, as was Lindsay.

"Daddy!" Jeremy shouted as he pointed to the television. "They have cartoons here!"

I glanced at the television set and smiled. "Well, they sure do," I said, trying to act surprised.

I sat down with the others and waited for Brad to arrive, which he did very quickly. Like me, he was still dressed in his bathrobe. Only Terry was fully dressed. With everyone gathered around, I asked, "Okay, what would you like to do for breakfast? Do we go out to find a place to eat? Do we go down to the hotel dining room? Or do I call Room Service?"

"What's that?" Justin asked.

"I phone the kitchen and tell them what we want and they bring it to us," I explained. "You can eat your breakfast in your bath robe, just like at home."

"Let's do that!" Jeremy shouted, bouncing on the sofa and clapping wildly. His happy, excited smile brightened and already bright morning.

"Who wants Room Service?" I asked.

Three children's hands flew into the air. The unraised hands of the adults could have nullified the vote, but we didn't count in such matters. Room Service it was.

Terry found the menu and read what was available for breakfast, then wrote down what everyone wanted. "I'll order it," she said when we were finished and picked up the telephone. Brad and I sat on the sofa with the twins, who immediately crawled into our laps. We snuggled and watched cartoons on television until the food arrived.

Soon enough, the knock came to the door and I told everyone to gather at the dining table. The suite offered a tiny kitchenette, but there was a table large enough for a family of six. The kids scrambled into their selected chairs and I sent Brad to the bedroom to get my wallet as I ushered in the gentleman. He pushed a rather large, metal cart into the room. Three covered plates sat on each of the two tiers of the cart.

He was an older gentleman, probably in his fifties, with greying hair, but he was kind-looking and gentle and polite, and he greeted me with a pleasant smile. I held out my arm to indicate where he should take the tray, but he was already on his way, pushing the cart toward the table. I followed as Brad returned with my wallet and handed it to me, then he sat down between Justin and Jeremy. My place at the end of the table remained empty.

With great care and proficiency, the gentleman soon had the proper meals set into place at the table and all the lids removed. I signed the tab, gave him his tip, and sat down to eat as he left with the cart.

"I've never done this before," Terry said as she munched on a slice of crispy bacon. "This is fun."

"And it's just the beginning," I told her with a wink.

Lindsay had experienced Room Service before, and enjoyed it, as had Brad. The twins were ecstatic mostly, I suspect, because they weren't at home and they were eating breakfast whilst dressed in underwear and a bathrobe. They attacked their breakfasts with gusto and smiled at me a lot. Those smiles were worth everything to me. If those dollars I spent could make my children so happy, then it was all worth it every single penny - including the tip.

I sat there, chewing on my eggs and sausage, and watched them eat. They had been my sons for little more than a month now and I couldn't believe how important they were to me. That month had been a lifetime to me, and I could easily imagine myself having changed their diapers and fed them their bottles and bathed them and cuddled them and loved them and rocked with them in Grandma's rocking chair. They had been my sons their entire lives.

I looked, too, at Lindsay, amazed how much she had grown up this past year. Not physically, perhaps, but emotionally and mentally. I still thought of her as ‘my little girl', but she was more ‘my little lady' now. Everything I used to have with her was slowly slipping away from me though. She was becoming more independent. She would stay with me at least for the next eight years or so, but she would be her own person for most of that time. Already she was beginning to change, more grown up as it were, and part of that change I attribute to her having taken on the role of the responsible older sister - a role which, I must admit, she relished more than I expected she would.

Still, her childhood was slipping into the past. It was my hope that this weekend would bring at least a part of it back to her and to let her enjoy being a kid again.

It was a beautiful morning that day in June, sunny and warm already and threatening to become quite hot and humid during the day. Tomorrow, Sunday, would be a little less hot and humid and perfect for what I had planned. And so, as soon as breakfast was finished, I sent the kids off to brush their teeth and wash their hands and faces. Lindsay headed off to the main bathroom as I sent the twins into the en suite. As they cleaned themselves up, Brad and I pulled matching outfits from their suitcases. By the time the boys returned from the bathroom, Brad and I had selected our own wardrobe for the day. We had both settled on blue jeans and T-shirts.

Soon enough, we were all pressed and dressed and ready for the day. As Lindsay and Terry buckled themselves into the back seat of the van, the twins climbed into their safety seats and buckled themselves in as well. Of course, Brad checked the latches to make certain they were secure before jumping into the front passenger seat beside me.

Our first order of business was a shopping trip to the Eaton Centre. I had earmarked several hundred dollars for new Summer wardrobes for the kids. Lindsay had begun outgrowing much of hers and the twins had been very busy wearing their clothes out before they could outgrow them.

We made it to the Eaton Centre without incident, parked, and went inside. I gave Terry the cash I had earmarked for Lindsay and sent them on their way after telling them where and when we would meet them. Lindsay knew the Centre well, so I had no worries that they would get lost. I also knew that Lindsay was sensible enough to select only the proper clothes and I trusted Terry enough to steer her away from the things she shouldn't be buying. I told her to make sure Lindsay got two new swim suits, though.

Brad and I headed off in a different direction with the twins. I easily found the children's clothing store I wanted and stocked up on shorts and T-shirts, underwear, socks, baseball caps, and yet another pair of sneakers. They picked out the swimsuits they wanted themselves. Not surprisingly, they selected matching suits. Rather, I should say, Justin picked out the one he wanted and Jeremy picked out one that matched.

I wondered how long this sameness would go on with them. I knew they liked to be dressed identically, but they weren't the same boys. They had their own personalities and quirks, but Jeremy always ended up with what Justin wanted as far as clothing was concerned. He even had to wear the same colour underwear as his older brother. I decided to give Jeremy the chance to be independent.

"You know, Jeremy," I said, "you can pick a different bathing suit if you want. You can pick any colour you want."

Jeremy's simple reply? "Justin knows what I like."

And that, as they say, was that.

We had to find a washroom after that and pulled their jeans and underwear to their thighs and held them up, side-by-side, so they could pee in the big boys urinals. This was still a treat for them and they giggled in delight as their pee splashed against the porcelain and flowed down the drain.

After we got their pants pulled back up and their T-shirts tucked in, we held them up once more so they could wash their hands in adjacent sinks, and then once more so they could dry their hands with the hot-air drier. They wanted to piggyback after that, and so, loaded with a little boy on our backs and shopping bags in our hands, Brad and I headed off to the designated meeting place to reunite with Lindsay and Terry.

We didn't have to wait long. They showed up soon afterward. We went shopping next for some ‘get well' gifts for Uncle Warren. I let the kids decide what they wanted to get for him. Lindsay knew immediately and picked out a book on the Royal Family. She didn't really understand what a Monarchist was, but she knew Uncle Warren was one and he loved reading about and looking at photos of the Royal Family. Justin thought Uncle Warren would enjoy a Lego Block set which he could build into a car and the little Lego man to ride in it. Jeremy surprised me by picking out a small, pewter photo frame and asked if I had a family picture in my wallet to put into it. I found a photo, then he and I looked for a similar frame into which the photo would fit. He was enormously pleased with his selection. They each selected their own ‘get well' cards for him as well, and they signed them themselves.

A quick stop at a gift-wrapping kiosk and the gifts were wrapped and the cards taped to them. It was then time to reveal the next surprise.

We set out for the van, loaded up, and rode off to our next destination. Brad guessed almost immediately where we were going as we headed south down Bay Street to Front Street, then west. The CN Tower loomed ahead of us.

I glanced at him and asked quietly, "Are you okay with this?"

"I can go anywhere with you, Ted," he replied. "I'll be fine."

He was. He and Terry stood at the back of the glass elevator as I stood near the front with Lindsay and the twins so they could watch. The ground quickly dropped away as we shot up the concrete leg of the tower. I knelt down as best I could in the crowded elevator and wrapped my arms around the boys. This was their first time in the tower and I wasn't sure how they would react. Their eyes opened wide and their jaws dropped in amazement and wonder and excitement. There was no fear. They leaned forward, pressing their hands and foreheads against the glass and watched.

"Ohhh, Daddy!" Justin exclaimed, and then he started to giggle. Jeremy soon joined him.

I knew Lindsay would be fine. She had been here many times before and had enjoyed the ride each time. This was her favourite part of the Tower - except for coming back down, of course.

I glanced back toward Brad. He was smiling, watching me. He was fine, just as he'd said he would be. He was, in fact, holding Terry's hand, who was having a much more difficult time of it than anyone else. This was her first trip up the CN Tower as well. We reached the top and stepped out of the elevator into the observation lounge. Terry and Brad stayed back near the wall, but I took the kids forward to look out huge windows at the cityscape below.

The twins were wary of the glass floor, even after Lindsay walked on it, and would only try it after I walked on it as well. I reached out my hands to them and held them tight as they stepped carefully onto the glass. Soon, they were lying belly-down on the glass, looking at all the ant people far below and talking with each other and pointing at things they could see.

We went up to the second observation deck that day - the Sky Pod. Fully 447 metres off the ground (1,465 feet), the Sky Pod is the highest public observation deck in the world, and the view is spectacular. On a good, clear day, you can see the rising mist of Niagara Falls on the other side of Lake Ontario. That day in June was one of those days. The smog had yet to roll in to obscure the view. Even Terry and Brad stepped forward to marvel at it, but they didn't look down. Far across the water, the misty plumes rose like candy floss on the horizon, twisting and dancing and sparkling in the sunlight.

The kids weren't much interested in something they could see in the showers at home, so I followed them around the deck as they looked down at all the more interesting and exciting things so far below them on the ground.

Brad and I walked hand-in-hand, piggybacking the twins, as Terry and Lindsay walked beside us, also holding hands with each other. We headed back down to the main level and made our way to the next surprise: dinner in the 360 Restaurant.

"Reservations for de Villiers," I said to the smiling young hostess, and she led us immediately to our table for six. Brad sat beside me, our backs to the window. Lindsay and Terry sat across from us, and the twins sat at the ends of the table. I wanted them to have the best views.

Brad grabbed my hand in his and squeezed it tightly as he leaned forward to give me a kiss. "I've said it before, Ted," he said softly, "and I'll say it again. Every day with you just gets better and better." His free hand came to my neck and he pulled me into another kiss. "I can't wait to be married to you.'

His free hand left my neck and returned to his side, but his other hand continued to grip mine until it was needed to eat with.

We took our time eating, enjoying the company, the surroundings, and the incredible view we had from our spot near the windows, and we all finished our lunch with a very delicious and very expensive banana split.

"I haven't had this much fun in ages," Terry announced as we ate our ice cream. "Thank you for inviting me along, Mr. Dee."

"And thank you for coming, Terry," I replied sincerely. "I'm glad you're here."

After a quick stop at the restaurant washrooms, we took one more quick tour of the observation deck, then rode the elevator back down to ground level. It was after two o'clock by that time and I wanted to get to the hospital before the twins zonked out on us. I needn't have been worried, though. They were far too excited to think of taking an afternoon nap, chatting non-stop about the things they had seen in the Tower.

"Did you see the building, Daddy?" Justin asked.

"Which one?"

"The big one!"

They were all big. "Yes, I did, Justin." I smiled at him as I glanced into the rear view mirror.

"And all the tiny cars!" Jeremy exclaimed excitedly. "Did you see the tiny cars?"

And so on and so forth.

I made a quick stop at a flower shop along the way and ran in alone to buy Warren a floral arrangement of all his favourite flowers to help brighten up his room. I also grabbed three single, long-stemmed, red roses. One for Lindsay, one for Terry, and the third for Brad.

Both Lindsay and Terry were thrilled to receive their roses, thanking me profusely and raising the bloom to their nostrils to breathe in the scent. Brad did the same when I gave him his rose, but he also leaned over and gave me a big kiss as well.

"That's the sweetest thing you've ever done for me," he said. I swear I could see tears building in his eyes. His left hand rested on my thigh the rest of the way to the hospital. His other hand clutched his rose closely to his chest.

We had no problem getting the twins past the nurse's station this time. Lindsay and Terry had left their roses in the van, but Brad carried his in one hand and Jeremy in the other arm. I carried Justin and the floral arrangement. Terry joined us this time, holding Lindsay by the hand. All the children carried their gifts for Uncle Warren.

Warren was beside himself with excitement when we walked in the door to his room. Bill was there, of course, and stood to greet us. "Quel surprise!" Warren exclaimed loudly. "Toute la famille! Come in! Come in!"

We approached his bed and I bent down to greet him with a kiss, then held out the flowers for him. He took them, admiring them and sniffing them. "Oh, Teddy," he said, his voice quaking with excitement, "they're beautiful."

"We brought you somethin', too." Justin said as held out his gift.

"Really?" Warren said as he handed the bouquet to Bill, who set them on the table beside the bed. "For me?"

Justin nodded and I leaned forward so he could give the gift to Warren.

"You were supposed to give him a kiss before you gave him his gift," I joked.

"Oh, yeah," Justin said meekly. "I forgot." He moved his mouth close to my ear and whispered loudly, "Can I kiss him now?"

I nodded and bent low so Justin could kiss his uncle. Warren gave him a long ‘mmmwa!' kiss which made Justin giggle. "Can I open it now?"

Justin nodded and Warren ripped into his gift. He opened the card first and laughed at the cartoon on the front - a man lying on an operating table with ‘tick-tick-tick' coming out of his stomach. The doctor, standing beside the table, is saying, "Anyone seen my watch?" The inside was blank except for Justin's scrawled signature. He opened the gift next, emoting profusely over the toy car as it if were a genuine Rolls Royce. "This is so sweet! It's my favourite colour, too."

I wasn't aware that Lego block yellow was Warren's favourite colour.

He looked at Justin and motioned him down for another kiss. "Thank you, Sweetie," he said. "You'll have to help me build this before you leave."

"Okay," Justin promised.

I leaned down to give Warren another kiss as well. "Gee-sus, Murphy, Warren," I said. "You're looking good."

"I'm feeling even better, Teddy." His smile and his voice were genuine and sincere. He wasn't hiding anything from me. I could tell that much. "Every day I wake up, I'm feeling better."

I stepped back to let Jeremy and Brad have their turn as Bill took Justin's gift and card and set them on the table beside the bed. Kisses and the gift were exchanged, then Warren opened the card. On the outside were three clown faces. Inside were the words, "Quit clowning around and get well quick!" I thought Warren was going to cry when he opened the gift and found the photo frame and photo.

"Oh, my," Warren said as he stared at the photo, running his fingers tenderly over the image.

"That's what Jeremy wanted to give to you," Brad said.

Of course, Jeremy got another kiss for that. "Thank you so much, Sweetie," Warren said softly. "It's wonderful. Thank you."

Jeremy's acceptance was exemplary. "Can I help you build your car?"

"Of course you can, you little scamp!" Warren handed the frame and card to Bill and settled back to await his gift from Lindsay. Bill lifted her up so she could kiss him.

Lindsay had settled for a more serious card with a lovely little poem inside, but that didn't stop Warren from gushing all over it, and he gushed even more when he saw the book she had picked out for him.

"Everything is so wonderful and exciting," he said to all the kids. "Thank you. I'm feeling better already."

There were hugs and kisses all around for Bill after that. He gave me an extra long and extra strong hug. "This is just the kind of medicine Warren needs," he whispered to me, then hugged me even harder.

The twins sat on the bed beside their uncle, helping him build his car and Lego man, then Lindsay sat on the side of the bed leafing through the pages of the new book so they both could see all the pictures. It was four-thirty when we finally left. I expected the twins to fall asleep in the van, but they didn't.

At the kids' request, I found a Burger King not far from the hotel and we stopped there for dinner. It wasn't until we had sat down and began eating that exhaustion began to creep over the boys. With every bite, their eyelids drooped a little more and their chewing became slower and slower until it became too much of an effort simply to move their jaws.

Finally, Justin set his cheeseburger onto the table, climbed out of his chair and into my lap, and curled up against my chest. Jeremy quickly did the same with Brad. Moments later, they were sound asleep.

We finished our dinner and headed back to the hotel. The twins didn't wake up when we buckled them into their safety seats and they didn't wake up when we unbuckled them and carried them inside the hotel from the parking garage. They didn't wake up when we laid them on the bed. In fact, as soon as they were there, they rolled together into their accustomed sleeping position, leaving Brad and I to take off their shoes sideways.

* * * * *

I awoke the twins at six-thirty, not wanting them to sleep through their bedtime and be awake most of the night. I ordered snacks for everyone from Room Service and we all sat down to munch the sandwiches and cake. The boys were still groggy, and even Lindsay was getting sleepy, so I knew it would be an early evening for the kids.

After snacks, Lindsay took her bath and Brad and I took one with the twins. We had to do most of the washing this time. The boys were too busy trying not to fall asleep in our arms. The bath was understandably short and we were soon out of it and drying the boys and ourselves off. They refused their pyjamas again, so I just put clean underwear on them and tucked them into bed. We kissed them goodnight and they were asleep before Brad and I even got our bathrobes on.

Lindsay fell asleep in my lap as we watched television. It wasn't even eight-thirty. I carried her into bed, tucked her in, and kissed her goodnight as well before returning to the sitting room to join Terry and Brad.

I took Brad by the hands, pulled him to his feet, and led him into the bedroom."Time to get dressed, Tiger," I told him. "Put on that white outfit you packed."

"Where are we going?" he asked.

"You'll know when you get there," I smiled.

We spruced ourselves up with colognes and body powders and then got dressed. Brad looked stunningly beautiful in his white outfit. It still fit him perfectly and he still filled it out the way he did when I had first seen him in it. He was so beautiful and sexy, in fact, that it took all my reserves to keep myself from dragging him into the bathroom, taking the clothes off him again, and ravaging him right then and there.

Instead, I hugged him to me and let my body feel his body pressing against me for a minute or two. We met Terry once more in the sitting room and I hugged her and kissed her cheek. "Thank you for this, Terry," I said as I kissed her cheek.

"It's my pleasure, Mr. Dee," she responded happily. "Now, you two go and have fun."

"Don't wait up for us," I smiled as I kissed her other cheek. "The keys to the van are on the bedside table if you need to use it, and I have my cell phone."

"I'm sure we'll be okay."

Brad gave her a quick hug and kiss as well, and then the two of us were heading out the door, down the elevator to the lobby, and into a cab. Our night was just beginning.

To Be Continued​

If you are interested, here is the Toronto CN Tower website. To see the ‘glass floor' mentioned in the story, point at Plan Your Visit after you enter the website, then Attractions, and, finally, click on Glass Floor: http://www.cntower.ca/portal/

 

[GrayFox]

I found myself smiling through the whole chapter.

 

[botboy03]

Thanks for that chapter Neil. It was great.

Zac

 

[harry113]

Yes, Grayfox, me too!!
What a wonderful weekend for all the family !
Thank you Neil
Peace & Love
Harry

 

[gsdx]

Neil,
I'm not exactly sure which 'you know what' you're talking about, but if it's the one I think you're thinking of, Ted got rid of it a long time ago.
If you were think condom then yes but if not then that is what I meant.

P.S.
not to be a one who points figers but you listed your last chapter as 126 instead of `127.

That wasn't what I was thinking of. I was thinking of the practice dildos which were disposed of after their romantic weekend in Niagara Falls. As far as the condom goes, although Ted and Brad are clean and monogamous, I think it's still better to use them rather than going bareback.

As for the chapter number, I guess that's my oopsie and I can't change it now. I copy and paste the code and change the chapter numbers. I forgot to change it this time. But thanks for mentioning it. I just checked the next chapter and it was listed as 127. I've corrected it now. (Good catch! Thanks.)

 

[Kyanimal]

Neil, Bud! I LOVE this!! (As I'm sure we ALL do!)

But ... I have this "thing" about Heights! (Like Brad and Terry!) So ... the whole glass elevator, and floor, gives me the "BeGeebers"!! So ... "Thanks" to YOU! ... one of these days, I've got to try it!! (What the HELL am I saying?? )

You've taken me there with your words (and link)! And so many other "places" as well!!

You're GOOD, Neil!! Real GOOD!!!

Keep smilin'!!
Chaz

 

[gsdx]

I wish we could attach photos in this forum. I found this website with some photos taken from the CN Tower: http://www.stanford.edu/~wavelet/photos/Summer04/Toronto-NiagaraFalls/CNTowerAndStadium_large.jpg

You can see the main observation level far below. Even farther down is the ground.

Toronto's Sky Dome stadium can be seen in the upper right portion of the photo.

Here is a photo of downtown Toronto as seen, I believe, from the lower observation deck. This is the area where Ted and family are enjoying their weekend:

http://www.stanford.edu/~wavelet/photos/Summer04/Toronto-NiagaraFalls/TorontoDowntown_large.jpg

Toronto's City Hall is the two semi-circular buildings near the top of the photo. From this view, Mississauga is to the left. Scarborough (and The Bluffs) is to the right.

 

[kcm17480]

That seems to be a great trip. Wished I could go there. Thanks for the picture. Toronto seems much bigger that I thought. Very cool chapter.

 

[Trent0n1]

Wow! What a fantastically heartwarming story Neil....this is just so much better that any fun ride at the fair!

And thanks also for the guided tour of Toronto....Canada is most certainly on the top of my list of places I most want to visit.....has been for years!

Thanks again for sharing this delightful story...and take care!

Trent

 

[latigolad78374]

Thank you for another great chapter and the pictures too.
I'm afraid I'm worse off than Brad and Chaz. You wouldn't even get me to go up the elevator. In comparison, I'm originally from San Antonio Tx and they have a tower with restaurant and observation deck like this, but only 750 feet. I went up once and just about had to lay on the floor, I cannot, will not, go up there anymore.

 

[upyrkilt469]

Neil, another great chapter. It seems my week is continually waiting for Monday, Wednesday and Friday. I'm really enjoying the story and hope you keep them coming. Thanks again.

 

[gsdx]

WATCHING BRAD
Part 128​

Brad had heard of The Village, but he'd never been there until that Saturday night. I'd been there several times with Bill and Warren over the years and had enjoyed myself immensely despite being a straight man in the gay world. The Village is a Mecca for Canadian gays, located in the Garden District, right in the heart of the Toronto city centre, just one block east of Yonge Street and south of Bloor. The Village is one of the largest gay communities in the world, and Brad was about to experience it for the first time.

The taxi cab dropped us off on Church Street near Bloor Street. It was still warm and sultry that night, perfect for all the clothes hounds to express themselves. Guys in leather, guys in cowboy attire, transvestites in dresses. . . everything you could possibly hope to see was there.

Brad brought to my attention a young man who had cut the crotch out of his jeans, exposing the crisp, white, and blatantly-stuffed jock he wore beneath. An open suede vest exposed his muscular chest and washboard abs. His white, wide-brimmed cowboy hat shadowed his eyes from view. He stood alone, leaning against a wall, his right leg bent slightly and his foot planted flat against the brick wall.

"Hustler," I said.

"A prostitute?"

"Yup. A guy like that can make as much money in a night as I can make all week."

"Gee-sus, Murphy," Brad exclaimed softly.

"Dangerous work, though. Especially with AIDS flying around."

We stopped to watch discreetly as an older, well-dressed man approached the young man, stood beside him, planted his palm firmly over the guy's jock, and talked to him.

"They're making a deal," I told him. "Setting the price. He looks to be built like you. A guy like that can make big money just getting a blowjob from that man."

The older man rubbed his hand up and down over the swelling jock. The younger cowboy let him, but only for a few seconds, then reached down and grabbed the man's wrist and lifted his hand away. The jock was lewdly extended now, pushed out into a vicious arc fully twice as large as it had been only moments earlier. I had seen that sight often in Brad's underwear and Speedo. I knew what kind of night the older man would have if the deal were to be made.

The two men talked quietly, then both nodded and turned to walk away from us down the street.

"Gee-sus, Murphy," Brad whispered into the night.

We continued walking, passing couples kissing and necking, talking and laughing. People went into bars and other people came out of them. Some guys blatantly ogled Brad. Others walked past with nary a glance. Others ogled me. Chacun à son goût, as Warren would say.

Brad and I strolled slowly along, walking hand-in-hand and taking in the sights and sounds around us. Music poured from the many bars and lounges lining the street and neon lights flashed all around us. I felt comfortable being there with Brad. I felt I belonged there. I didn't realize it until later, but I didn't have one single thought that night of being a Sugar Daddy. I was simply a man proudly and madly in love with the most beautiful man in the city.

* * * * *

There are gay bars in Toronto's Village which cater to virtually every preference - from soft, baby-faced twinks to cowboys to hardcore leather, and the music styles change in each bar to suit the clientele. It's quite easy to know which bar caters to which crowd by the music blasting out the doors and windows and the people who gather outside on the street.

I walked Brad through The Village before we turned around and began checking out some of the bars. Many we bypassed entirely. Others we stepped inside and turned around and walked back out again. Some we couldn't get into because of the queues. Occasionally, we found one where we could go in, sit down, and have a beer. Brad seemed to be enjoying himself, getting up to dance with me when the mood struck us, but mostly we just sat around and talked and looked at the people around us.

It was nearing eleven o'clock. Brad had gone to use the restroom and I sat at our small table, listening to the loud music and watching the dancers on the floor. Many of the men had removed their shirts and several attention hounds had removed their pants as well. No-one was naked, but one guy was as close to being naked as he could get. The tiny, red thong he wore barely covered his genitals and his ass was totally bare. He was cute enough, and sexy, but the kid couldn't dance if his life depended on it. I suppose, though, that he wasn't there to show off his dancing skills. His body was getting the attention he craved.

I was watching him flailing around on the dance floor when someone grabbed my arm viciously. It was Brad, and he looked furious. "Come on, Ted!" he yelled, "we're getting the hell out of here!"

"But our beer. . ." I objected.

"Fine!" he shouted. "Stay here if you want! I'll find my own way back to the hotel!" He turned away from me and stomped off toward the door. I quickly checked the table to make sure we were leaving nothing behind, jumped up, and ran after him.

He was already storming up Church Street when I caught up to him. "Brad! Wait!"

Brad stopped, his head tilted back, his face aimed at the night sky overhead. His eyes were closed, as were his fists. His jaws worked together as he fought to contain his anger. His chest heaved in and out like a bellows as he forcefully sucked air into his lungs through his nose and blew it out again. I could feel it blowing across my own face.

My hands went to his arms and I held him. "Brad, what happened?"

Brad didn't answer immediately. He stood there, breathing deeply until he finally began to relax. I still held his arms. Eventually, his head tilted forward and he opened his eyes to look at me. "The fuckin' asshole grabbed me, Ted," he said angrily. "I was standing there taking a leak and the fuckin' bastard stepped right up beside me and reached out and grabbed hold of my dick!"

"It happens in these places, Brad," I said, trying to calm him.

His face burned red when he answered me. "Not to me, it doesn't! No-one touches me like that except you!"

I watched, surprised, as the red suddenly washed out of Brad's face and his eyes began to fill with tears. I quickly grabbed him into a strong, protective embrace and he collapsed against me, sobbing gently into my shoulder.

"Why did I have to be born this way, Ted," he cried softly. "I'm just a slab of meat to everyone. Nobody likes me just because I'm me. It's never going to change."

I put my hands back on Brad's arms and pushed him back. He reluctantly moved away from me so I could look at him, but his head was bowed and his eyes were diverted to the right. "Brad, look at me," I told him firmly. He closed his eyes. "Please, Brad, look at me." I squeezed his arms to let him know I meant business.

Slowly, his eyes opened and his head turned to face me. His gaze caught mine and I held it. My right hand moved up to his face, my fingers wiping away the moistness on his cheeks. "It already changed, Brad," I said, my voice calm and hushed. "It changed when we fell in love with each other. To that cowboy, it's a blessing. To you, it's a curse. Do you think that man we saw earlier was interested in the cowboy? The only thing he was interested in was what he was willing to pay money to get. Neither of them will ever have what we have. Never."

Brad remained silent for a few long moments, and then his face began to relax and soften. "I don't want to go to any more bars, Ted," he said."

"Okay," I promised as I removed my hand from his cheek, "we won't. But I don't want to go back to the hotel yet. This is our night out." I thought quickly, trying to recall the places I had been with Bill and Warren. The one I had hoped to remember popped into my mind. "Look, there's somewhere else I'd like to take you. Do you trust me?"

"Of course."

"It's a lounge," I explained, "but the people are different there. It's a quieter crowd. More sensible. Nothing will happen to you there."

He still looked hesitant, so I leaned forward and pressed my lips against his. Brad's arms came around me and hugged me tightly as we kissed. I'm not sure if Brad noticed the wolf whistles and the cheers, but, if he noticed, he didn't let on. He held the kiss for quite awhile before letting me go.

When he looked at me again, he smiled. "Okay, I'll go." He took my hand and I turned to lead him to our next destination when he stopped, pulling me back with him. "There's the guy from the bathroom," he whispered. "The guy in the blue shirt."

He looked older than Brad, but younger than me. Twenty-four, twenty-five, perhaps. He was black, not particularly tall, but solidly built and quite attractive. He was leaning against a wall, his hands tucked behind his back, looking at something or someone up the street. "He's the one who grabbed you?" I asked.

"No. He grabbed the other guy from behind and made him let go of me. Come on." Brad dragged me along as he hurried over to his rescuer before I had a chance to say anything.

As we drew near, the young man turned to face us, surprised to see us so close and getting closer. He came away from the wall, his hands falling to his sides.

"Hi," Brad said with a bright smile. "Thanks for helping me back there."

The man shrugged it off as Brad held out his hand in greeting.

"I'm Brad. This is my boyfriend, Ted."

The young man took Brad's hand and shook it. "Brook," he said. His voice was deep and melodious. He shook my hand next. His grip was extremely firm and his biceps bulged, pressing into the short sleeves of his ocean blue shirt. "Pleased to meet you."

"Look," Brad said after Brook and I released our handshake, "we're heading for some lounge Ted knows and I'd like to buy you a drink. Care to join us?"

Brook held up is hands, palms facing us. "Oh, that isn't necessary. I don't wish to intrude on your date. I only wished to see that you were okay. No-one deserves to be treated the way he treated you. He didn't hurt you, did he?"

"Well, sort of," Brad said, blushing, "but I'll get over it."

Brook smiled then, a polite, gentle smile belying his powerful build. "He certainly didn't seem to want to let go, did he?"

Brad chuckled then. "I thought I was going to have to go home with him." Brad put his arm around Brook's shoulders and grabbed my hand with the other. "Come on. Let's go have a drink. You don't mind if my boyfriend tags along, do you?"

Brook laughed a deep, hearty laugh. "Not at all," he said. "But just one drink. Your cart doesn't need a third wheel."

Once we began walking, Brad removed his arm from Brook's shoulders. "Are you from Toronto?" he asked.

"Born and raised," Brook replied. He glanced over at me. "I don't believe I've ever seen either of you in The Village before."

"We're pretty new to the scene," I said. "Besides, our family keeps us pretty busy on weekends."

"Family?"

"I'm divorced," I explained. "I have a ten-year-old daughter and I've just adopted twin boys."

"Really. How long have you two been together then?"

"Almost a year," I replied.

"I helped Ted move into his house," Brad added. "He bought the place next door to me and almost got caught in a wicked storm. We became neighbours, then we became friends, and then we fell in love with each other. We're getting married in July."

"Seriously?" Brook asked excitedly, grabbing Brad's arm and stopping both of us in our tracks. We held out our ringed hands to show him. Brook grabbed each of our hands in turn, shaking them. "Congratulations to you both," he said. "Change of plans. Tonight, the drinks are on me."

It was our turn to protest, but Brook would hear none of it. "Nonsense," he said. "Now, where were we going?"

"I don't remember the name," I replied. "It's a lounge up this way somewhere. I remember they always had a lot of local art on the walls."

"I know the place," Brook said. "My friend plays piano there on weekends. Come on."

We started walking again, following Brook's lead. I had originally resented his intrusion on our night out, but I was beginning to really like the guy. Besides, Brad had invited him, and this night was all for Brad. If he wanted Brook to tag along for awhile, I wouldn't object.

We didn't walk far. Only a block later, we were at the place. It was just as I remembered it. A quiet place with quiet tables, and a piano player dressed in a tuxedo playing background music. Art still decorated the walls with little signs attached beneath them: This Piece for Sale. There was a clear space for dancing, but it wasn't officially a dance floor of any sort, and no-one was dancing. The place was about half-full and most of the couples were male, although there were a smattering of female and mixed couples as well. There were several waiters, all younger than I, and much better looking, with neatly-trimmed hair and clean faces. All wore black slacks which hugged their backsides, and crisp, white shirts and black bow ties.

Brook led us to a table off to the side away from the door and nearer the entertainment. Brad sat to my right while Brook sat across from him to my left. We had barely settled into our chairs when our waiter stepped up beside me.

"Good evening," he said politely as I turned my head to look up at him. Like the others, he was quite attractive and smelled clean and fresh with just a hint of cologne. His smile was bright and pleasant. "I'm Daniel. What may I bring for you?"

"Two Blues, please," I replied.

"I'll have a Bud, please," Brook replied. "Make a tab."

Daniel didn't write anything down. He simply smiled, lit the candle on our table, and said, "Right away, Sirs." He turned and left us alone.

Brook leaned against the tabletop on his elbows and forearms, his hands clasped before him, as his eyes flitted back and forth between Brad and myself. "So, neither of you were gay before you met?"

"I certainly wasn't," I replied.

"And I was a. . ." (Brad leaned forward to whisper the next word with a shy smile) ". . . virgin."

"Really? And yet you're in love with each other and engaged to be married now. That is so cool."

"You just never know what life is going to set in front of you," I added.

"No, you don't," Brook said. "We're all dealt a hand. It depends on how we want to play them, I suppose."

As we chatted, the piano playing softly in the background and the pianist singing in a light, baritone voice, Daniel returned with our drinks and complimentary bowls of pretzels and mixed nuts.

Brook, as it turned out, was twenty-four years old. He'd been in only one relationship before, but it was abusive and, as much as he had loved his boyfriend, he had the sense and willingness to move on with his life. He was being very cautious in getting into another relationship now. He lived alone in a single-bedroom apartment on Isabella.

"Very convenient," I smiled.

"Oh, you bet," Brook chuckled.

"Where's that?" Brad asked.

"One block up from here," Brook replied.

"Well," Brad continued, "you certainly don't have to worry about parking."

"I don't even own a car," Brook said with a grin. "TTC all the way, Baby. Gets me where I need to go."

"Except when they go on strike," Brad joked.

"Then I don't go anywhere my feet can't take me," Brook replied, and we all laughed.

Brad and I talked about ourselves after that, telling Brook about all the important moments in our lives together. We talked mostly about how we had fallen in love and our lives since then.

"I sort of knew I was in love," Brad said, reminiscing, "but I really knew it at our friends' wedding. We had promised to slow things down, but then, at the reception, Ted and I were dancing and having fun when they played that song from the movie Ghost. You know, where they're playing with the clay and stuff? Anyway, I broke my promise and kissed Ted, and that's when I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life with him."

"It kind of snuck up on me," I laughed. "I didn't even know it was happening until it was too late. It was a lot of little things, I suppose. Like the first time we went up the CN Tower together. Brad has a thing for heights and he grabbed my hand and wouldn't let go of me. It gave me a good feeling, and those good feelings kept growing the more I learned about him. Unlike Brad, though, I think I was in love with him long before we kissed at my friend's wedding. It's funny, really. I grew up with a gay best friend, but I never had any thoughts about it until Brad came along. Now, I don't think I would enjoy living a straight life."

Brook winked. "I saw him in the bathroom. I think I can understand why."

"That isn't why I fell in love with him!" I don't know why I had become so angry.

Brook sat back in his chair, raising his hands defensively. "I'm sorry," he said. "No offense intended. Especially to you, Brad." He settled back against the table. "It's not something one can easily ignore. You're a very healthy boy."

"That's okay," Brad assured him. "People grab me all the time. At least it used to happen all the time. Not so much since I met Ted. He doesn't even notice it anymore unless he wants to play with it." He looked at me and his eyes sparkled in the candlelight, his chipped-tooth smile happily greeting me. "That's why I love him so much. It's me that he loves."

Brad leaned forward, his smile turning into a pucker. I leaned forward to meet him half-way and we kissed briefly.

Of course, Brook wanted to see photos of the kids and I was only too happy, being the proud father and all, to show them to him.

"Wow," he exclaimed. "You scored big time all around, didn't you? How old are the twins again?"

"Four," I replied. "They'll be five in a few weeks."

"I bet they keep your asses moving."

"Oh, they excel at that," I told him with a sigh.

Daniel brought us another round of drinks

"You know, the strange thing is," Brook said, "Brad is more to my stereotype than I am. I mean, guys look at me and expect me to have a big dick just because I'm black."

"Gee-sus, Murphy!" Brad said loudly, reeling back into his chair in surprise. "You are black, aren't you?"

"What?" Brook's look of confusion was not unexpected.

I put my hand on Brook's arm and he looked at me. "Brad notices people," I said quietly. "He doesn't notice colour until someone points it out to him."

Brook sat back in his chair as I removed my hand from his arm. "You're bloody lucky you found him first, Ted," he said as he looked at Brad. "He's just the type of guy I could go for." He leaned forward and held out his hand to Brad who took it in a shakeless grip. "You, my friend, are one in a million."

"Thank you," Brad smiled. He was blushing again.

Brook was looking straight into Brad's lovely, green eyes. His deep voice dropped in volume, taking on a very serious tone. "You should never be ashamed to accept praise when it's due, Brad. You're a person I truly hope I get to know very well." He glanced quickly at me, then back to Brad again. "I can easily see how Ted fell in love with you. I've fallen in love with you, too, and I've just met you. You truly are a treasure among men."

He shook Brad's hand then - just once - and then he released it and sat back in his chair once more. "This," Brook said, "has turned out to be a most enjoyable evening."

"I was just about to say the same thing," I said.

"And I was just about to say that I've got to take a wicked leak," Brad said. "Where's the bathroom?"

Brook grinned and pointed behind him as Brad rose to his feet. I stood up as well. "I'll go with you." Together, Brad and I went in search of the washrooms. We found them easily enough and stood at adjacent urinals. We were alone in the room.

As we relieved ourselves, Brad said, "I really like him. I'm glad I invited him along."

"I have to be honest, Brad," I told him. "I was a little pissed that you did at first, but I'm glad he came along, too."

I finished first and went to the sink to wash my hands. Brad joined me a few moments later. We dried off, then I turned Brad to face me, my forearms resting on his shoulders and his hands resting on my waist. "Are you having fun?" I asked.

"I am now," Brad replied with a smile. "Thank you."

My hand moved to his head, my fingers stroking through his hair. "You really are beautiful, you know."

"So are you, Pops." Brad's hands slid around to my back, pulling me into a close embrace as our lips locked together in a very long and loving kiss. We weren't even aware that someone had come into the room until we separated and saw him waiting to get to the sinks.

"Sorry," I said as I guided Brad out of the way.

The gentleman merely smiled and nodded as Brad and I left the room and headed back to our table. Brook was still sitting there. He looked at us as we sat down and said, "I was about to send out a search party."

"Our lips were lonely," Brad joked.

Brook grinned and nodded his understanding. "I used to have that problem, too. Now, if you'll excuse me a moment. . ." He stood up and headed for the washroom.

Brad and I sat there, holding hands and waiting, listening to the gentle tune being played on the piano by a very proficient pianist. "He's almost as good as you," I commented.

"Are you kidding? I'd be happy if I could play half as good as he can."

Brook soon returned and took his seat once more. Daniel stopped by our table with another round of drinks and fresh bowls of snacks. The piano player finished his tune, then pulled the microphone out of it's holder and turned to face the audience.

"Gentlemen," he said, "and ladies, I would like to finish off this set with a very special request." He glanced at our table and nodded toward Brook who smiled at us, stood up, and walked to the small, raised platform which served as a stage.

Brook retrieved the microphone from his friend and turned to face us.

"Thank you. This evening, I became friends with two wonderful people, Ted and Brad." He held out his hand to indicate our position. "They are taking a break from a beautiful family to be with us tonight, and this may be their last night out together before they are married next month. I'd like to make this a special night for them."

Brook turned to the pianist and nodded. The opening strains of a very familiar tune began to fill the room, soon followed by Brook's deep, bass, resonating voice. He raised his hand to us once more as he sang, urging us toward the dance floor.

I held out my hand to Brad and he took it. Together, we walked to the dance floor, came together as one with our arms around each other, and slowly danced to the wonderful sounds of Unchained Melody, just as we had done that first time so long ago at Warren's wedding:

"Oh, my love, my darling,
I've hungered for your touch a long,
lonely time. Time goes by so slowly
and time can do so much.
Are you still mine?

I need your love.
I need your love.
God speed your love to me.

Lonely rivers flow to the sea, to the sea,
to the open arms of the sea.
Lonely rivers sigh, wait for me,
wait for me.
I'll be coming home, wait for me.

Oh, my love, my darling,
I've hungered for your touch a long
lonely time. Time, goes by so slowly,
and time can do so much,
Are you still mine?

I need your love.
I need your love.
God speed your love, to me."

Brad held me tightly, his cheek resting against my shoulder and my cheek resting against his hair as we danced. Our bodies pressed as closely together as they could get. My eyes were closed, and I'm certain Brad's eyes were closed as well. We moved together as one until the song drew slowly and sadly to an end. Around us, the room burst into spontaneous applause and cheers, but I'm not sure if they were for us or for Brook's incredible voice and his amazing rendering of a most beautiful song.

Brad reluctantly pushed himself away from me and looked deeply into my eyes. His were filled with tears, of course, and his face was blurred by the tears in my own. And then we kissed.

"I love you so much, Ted de Villiers," he said softly when the kiss finally ended.

"And I love you so much more, Bradley Hayes," I replied. "Will you marry me?"

"Forever and ever." And then we kissed again.

* * * * *

We left Brook outside the lounge with promises that we would meet again and an open invitation to visit with us at any time. We'd exchanged phone numbers and addresses, both snail and Email, inside the lounge. With a final hug for both of us, he turned and disappeared into the crowd.

I gave Brad another hug and kiss right there on the street. "I'll rent us another hotel room for tonight if you want."

Brad smiled, but said, "No. I've had fun, but this isn't just for me. This weekend is for the kids, too, and I think that's where we should be tonight."

"Are you sure?" I asked. "Terry said she'd stay with them until we got back."

"I'm sure, Pops. We should be there when they wake up in the morning."

I could feel Brad's crotch pressing against me, and I'm guessing he could feel mine as well. "Maybe we could take a shower together before we go to sleep then," I said with a smile and a wink.

"I think we might have to," Brad replied with his own smile and wink. "My lips are still lonely, but for something a little more filling than a kiss."

We took our shower when we got back to the hotel, bringing each other to an exquisite orgasm with hungry mouths before retiring to bed. It was after two AM. Of course, as soon as we settled into bed beside each other, the twins settled into place as well. Justin didn't even bother crawling in beside me. Instead, he lay atop me as he had been when he had awakened the morning before, belly to belly with me. Brad and I pulled the covers over us all and snuggled together as best we could. We wrapped our arms around the boys and we fell happily asleep.

Our night out together was officially over.

To Be Continued​

 

[gambit2212]

Neil...I have to tell you that I really enjoy your work on the site. While the Jason series is hot, the Watching Brad series has me absolutely rivetted. Over the last year, I've gone through a lot emotionally and very stupidly kept things bottled up. That was of course until I started reading this story arc. And man the tears just kept flowing. I think in a lot of ways I needed an emotional kick start and I believe I'm in a lot better place than I have been in a while. Thanks for that!

I'll be waiting in anticipation for every chapter that comes out hoping one day soon I'll find my Brad.

 

[botboy03]

Thats so sweet Neil. It was hard to read the last bit through the tears. Thank you, thank you, thank you!!!!!!!!!

Zac