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Watching Brad

Very naughty boys indeed. One minor thing though. It says Hugging Barry is so different from hugging Barry. Other than that, awesome!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Zac
 
^ Ha! I missed that! Guess the position of Proofreader isn't going to me! #-o

I did hesitate when I read it, but just did a "mental shrug", figured what was meant, and moved on. It didn't even dawn on me why I hesitated! :slap:

So ... who was the "chauffer" in that "movie" Natty and Brawny saw?? :badgrin: ("Voyeur Buds"?? :-< )

So many layers, and levels, Neil! YOU ROCK!! (group) :hurray: (!w!)

Keep smilin'!! :kiss: (*8*)
Chaz ;)
 
haha the sly pervs! though if i were there, i would've loved watching them! another great chapter.
 
I have a 93-year-old gay friend who loves this story. He is a writer, too (has published over 80 books during his life--and had a short story published in an anthology in 2006). He does not use a computer at all so I print out Watching Brad for him. I did catch the two references to Barry in the same sentence and fixed it before I printed.

Five of my friends are not reading this story at my recommendation. I am so glad I can add some joy to their lives by telling them about N's story.
 
radames said:
I have a 93-year-old gay friend who loves this story. He is a writer, too (has published over 80 books during his life--and had a short story published in an anthology in 2006). He does not use a computer at all so I print out Watching Brad for him. I did catch the two references to Barry in the same sentence and fixed it before I printed.

Five of my friends are not reading this story at my recommendation. I am so glad I can add some joy to their lives by telling them about N's story.
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Wow! Thank you. I'm reaching masses I didn't even know I could reach. That is a great compliment indeed. Again, thank you.
 
radames said:
I have a 93-year-old gay friend who loves this story. He is a writer, too (has published over 80 books during his life--and had a short story published in an anthology in 2006). He does not use a computer at all so I print out Watching Brad for him. I did catch the two references to Barry in the same sentence and fixed it before I printed.

Five of my friends are not reading this story at my recommendation. I am so glad I can add some joy to their lives by telling them about N's story.
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I'm sure you meant "NOW" instead of not reading the story... lol

For every caught misspelling, there is a payback waiting to happen... lol

Again, thanks Neil for a great story... everyone is indebted to you for sharing this with us.
 
HMM, Nathan and Barry are up to no good. (: Looking forward to the next chapter.
 
GSDX
(Jiz Dicks?) You tickle me considerably with your very savvy, erotic and photographically imaginative descriptions of the goings and comings of these fine folks, mixed with "whilst" and such archaic asides. You are a funny, funny man, and I mean it in the kindest, most complimentary way
 
WATCHING BRAD
Part 149​

It seemed like hours before Nathan responded but I'm certain it was no more than a few anxious heartbeats. "No, Ted. We were in Toronto last night. Honest."

"Then you came home early and you came over here and you saw us! Gee-sus, Murphy, Nathan! You saw everything we did!"

"No!" Nathan objected.

"Then how did Barry know we forgot the towels out here last night?"

"I didn't!"

"You said it yourself, Barry!" I insisted. "When we came out here just now, you picked them up and you said, ‘Looks like you guys forgot something last night'! We could have been out here this morning, but you said ‘last night'!"

"He didn't. . . I mean, we. . ." Nathan scrambled desperately for the words to say and couldn't find them. He left their guilt hanging in midair.

"Forget it, Nathan! Just forget it! How in hell could you betray us like this!?" I jumped to my feet and faced them. Even Barry recoiled from my anger. "I want the two of you the hell off my property right now!" I climbed over the side of the pool, heading for the gate."

"Ted!" Brad called after me.

"Now, Brad! Get them out of here now!"

As I stormed toward the door, Brad yelled my name once more, his voice accompanied by a lot of anxious splashing, and then I heard him yell, "Park it, Nathan! You too, Barry!"

I closed the rest of the sounds from my ears and ran into the house, shoving the patio door shut behind me, and ran to the bedroom, tears streaming down my face. I slammed the bedroom door and fell face-down on the bed and buried my face in the pillow. I didn't even care that I was soaking wet.

My whole body was shaking with anger. I can't recall the last time I was as furious as this, and I can't remember ever having felt this betrayed. My beleaguered mind was filled with images of Nathan and Barry standing there in my back yard, staring at us. I could see Nathan literally drooling as he watched. I could see him drooling and masturbating furiously, a look of intense desire and longing on his face, twisting it into something unrecognizable. And then I saw him in the pool with Brad, pushing me aside as if I were a bothersome gnat, taking my place beside Brad and doing all sorts of things to my Tiger that only should be doing.

I screamed into the pillow.

A moment later, the door opened and closed, then Brad was sitting on the side of the bed, his hand on my back.

"Ted," he said softly.

"Don't you ever knock!?" I screamed, my face still buried in the pillow.

"Not in my own bedroom, I don't," he replied. He sounded surprisingly calm. "Listen to me, Ted."

"Just get the hell out of here and leave me alone, Brad!"

"No, Ted," he insisted. "I want you to look at me."

I refused to budge.

"Damn it, Ted!" Brad yelled. "Look at me!"

I knew if Brad wanted me to look at him, there was no way I couldn't. He could flip me over with one hand tied behind his back. I was certainly no match for his strength. I turned my head to find him staring down at me. He was all blurry and distorted as I looked at him through the tears. Even then, I couldn't imagine anything more beautiful.

"Please, Ted," he said softly. "Sit up so we can talk."

I sighed in resignation and rolled over and sat up beside him. I looked down at the carpet between my feet as his right arm came around my back and hugged me to his side. His left hand fell to my forearm, stroking it gently and comfortingly. I could feel myself relaxing under his tender touch.

"Why did you get so upset out there?" he asked.

"They betrayed us, Brad. The snuck in here last night and they spied on us."

"I'm sure they didn't do it intentionally, Ted. Besides, we've been seen before and you never got pissed off like that. Why this time?"

"They betrayed us," I repeated helplessly.

"That's not why you got so angry, Ted."

I whipped my head around and glared at Brad. "Like hell it isn't!"

Brad squeezed me comfortingly. Trying to calm me down again I suppose. "Then why didn't you get mad when Barry jerked off in the guest room with you sitting outside the door? Or when he gave Nathan that blowjob in the hot tub?"

He paused for a long moment, his eyes flicking back and forth between mine. When I didn't respond, he continued. "Why didn't you get upset a few months ago when I was in Thunder Bay and Barry stood there in the doorway jerking off as he watched you when you were talking to me? Why didn't you get upset when he came all over the carpet?"

I opened my mouth to answer, but I didn't have one to give him.

"I know you like Barry, Ted. I know you've got the hots for him, and I know he's got the hots for you. Heck, you're the only reason he wore that swimsuit last week when everyone was here. He told me he wore it because you asked him to. That's why you didn't get mad those other times, Ted. Because it was Barry, and it was exciting for you. Nathan has the hots for me. I know that, and so do you, and that's why you got mad."

My eyes narrowed as I tried to understand his words. I tried to find that understanding in Brad's eyes and failed. What did Barry have to do with any of this?

"I know why you were angry, Ted," he continued, his voice soft and clear. "You were angry because Nathan saw me doing something you think only you should be able to see. You don't care if Barry saw you last night, but you were pissing mad because Nathan saw me."

My eyes widened as the images gathered suddenly in my mind, combining themselves and twisting themselves together until only one image remained - that of Nathan ravaging my Tiger. The image made my blood boil. My hands clenched into fists.

Brad hugged me again and stroked my arm. "I'm right, aren't I?" he asked. "You aren't mad at Barry. You're mad at Nathan."

I turned my head away again, thoughts flying through my mind like so many moths around a candle flame, flitting about and not staying quite long enough for me to see them clearly. But I knew one thing for certain. I wasn't mad at Barry. I could never be angry with Barry.

"I'm glad Nathan saw me, Ted," Brad continued. "Maybe not the way it happened, but I'm glad he saw me. I've seen Nathan and you've seen Barry, and Barry has seen you. I was the only one left. Now, they've both seen me and we're all even. Everything is out in the open and no-one has to be curious anymore."

I wanted to argue what Brad was saying. I wanted to deny it, but I couldn't. He waited patiently as I puzzled his words through my addled brain. I realized that it was the truth. It was all Nathan. I was angry at Nathan. Still, I felt I had to defend my outburst. "But they spied on us, Brad. They betrayed us."

"We don't even know how long they were there or how much they saw. They at least deserve the chance to explain themselves. But think about this, Ted. If it was us who stumbled on Barry jerking off and then giving Nathan a blowjob, you would have stayed there and watched, wouldn't you? I admit it. I would have stayed and watched, too. But think hard, Ted. If it was Barry, you would have betrayed his trust and watched him."

I hated it when Brad was right like this. I hated that he could see what was going on in my brain better than I could. But that's one of the things I loved about him. He could see everything and make me see it, too. I turned once more to look into his eyes.

"We can't blame them and accuse them of something we would have done ourselves, Ted. What kind of friends would that make us? Besides. Who sat on that stone wall and spied through my bedroom window last year? Who could have just walked away? You betrayed me, Ted, but look what happened to us. We're getting married now." He smiled pleasantly at that. "I was happy that you stayed there and watched me, Ted, and I'm happy that Nathan stayed and watched me, too. This doesn't have to be a disaster. It doesn't have to come between us. It could be the very thing that brings us all closer together as friends."

I continued staring into Brad's beautiful, green eyes, trying to find answers there. I didn't find what I was looking for, but I found a maturity and wisdom far beyond Brad's years. He may have been one-third my age, but I was the one who felt like a child at that moment. I had suffered a child's jealousy, and I had reacted as a child. I wanted to melt into a puddle on the floor.

"Look, Pops," Brad continued, keeping his voice soft and light, "I want you to answer this question for me, and I want the truth. I already know the answer, but you need to hear yourself say it. If Nathan and I went shopping or something and left you and Barry alone in the house for two hours and he went to the bathroom and came out naked with a hardon and asked you to give him a blowjob, would you do it for him?"

Brad's question surprised me, but he was right. I knew the answer, and I had never heard myself say it out loud before. "No," I replied.

Brad held my gaze as he smiled gently and nodded. "Why not?"

"Because Barry is just an infatuation - a fantasy. You're the one I love, and I'd never do anything like that to you. And I don't think Barry would ever do that to Nathan."

"And I don't think Nathan would ever do that to the two of you." Brad's hand moved from my back to my neck, his thumb gently stroking the hair at the back of my head. "You already know that I wouldn't do that to you."

Oh, God, how I wanted to cry.

"Look, Ted. This is awkward for all of us. Not just you. It would be so much easier if we weren't all attracted to each other, but that's not the case. As long as Barry and Nathan are our friends, it's going to be an issue. It's always going to be you and me and Nathan and Barry, but it's also always going to be me and Nathan and Barry and you. It just depends on how we deal with it. We can accept it or we can send them away and stop being friends."

Brad fell silent then, leaving me to myself and my thoughts. I used those moments to their greatest advantage.

Everything Brad had just said rang true. As much as I would love to have sex with Barry, I know I would never allow myself to do so just to fulfil a wicked and wild fantasy. The same thing had happened with Brad. The moment I saw him through that bedroom window last year, he became a fantasy, a compulsion. But something else had happened as well. I had fallen in love with him. He was no-longer a fantasy. He became my lover and my best friend. Together, we explored that love and, through it, we explored the sex which came with it.

The fantasies I'd had with Brad were the same fantasies I was having with Barry, but there was an enormous difference between them. I loved Brad, and I was in love with him. I loved Barry, too, but I wasn't in love with him. My fantasies about Barry would forever remain just that - fantasies. Our moments together were exciting to me, but I could never imagine myself acting upon them.

Look at Warren. He's fantasized about me since we were kids, and he's never done anything more than to hold my dick when I pissed. I don't remember a time when he ever touched me in a sexual nature. And I know that he would never do so. Our friendship was too important to him to ruin it over a fantasy. That's how I felt about Barry, and, as hard as it was for me to believe, I'm sure that's how Nathan felt about Brad.

I know Brad would never allow anything to happen with Nathan. Barry had had plenty of opportunities to have sex with me and had never taken advantage of them. Hell, if he really wanted to, I doubt if there was any way I could stop him. He could easily overpower me. So, I strongly believed that I could trust him as well. That left Nathan. Why was I having such a problem trusting Nathan. I looked down at the floor once more as I tossed that question about in my head. I could see my legs and I could see Brad's legs. I could see my feet and his. My toes and Brad's toes. Brad had such beautiful legs and feet and toes. They were as perfect in my eyes as the rest of him. Not like mine. Mine were skinny and scrawny and boney. I much preferred looking at Brad's, and I did for a very long time as I sat there thinking.

And suddenly I had my answer.

My head turned slowly toward Brad and my eyes quickly found his. "Oh, God, Brad," I said softly. "What have I done?"

"Nothing that can't be undone, Pops," he replied with a comforting smile as his left hand removed itself from my arm and clamped itself over his other hand, still resting on my shoulder, and pulled me into a warm hug. My hands moved up to grasp the forearm which lay over my chest and I held onto him. "I made them promise to wait out in the livingroom. Now, either both of us can go out there and apologize to them and we can get on with life or I can go out myself and ask them to leave. Which will it be?"

"Neither, Brad," I told him. "We'll both go out, but I'm the one who has to apologize."

"It's our problem, Pops. We. . ."

I stopped him with a finger to his lips. "No, Tiger," I said softly, "this is my problem, and mine alone. I understand now. I screwed up. It's up to me to try to put it all back together again."

I pulled my finger away and Brad smiled that wonderful, chipped-tooth smile of his. "Okay."

"Just give me a minute or two, would you?" I asked. "I have to sort out my thoughts."

Brad answered by leaning in for a kiss. Then, without a word, he got up from the bed and left the bedroom, closing the door behind him.

I stared at the closed door for a few long, silent minutes, contemplating just how grown up Bradley Nelson Hayes was becoming.

* * * * *

Both Nathan and Barry looked absolutely terrified. Both had wrapped towels around their waists and were sitting on wooden chairs they'd carried in from the kitchen. Brad sat on a folded-up towel laid out over a blanket he'd spread over the sofa cushions. He'd laid out another towel beside him for me and I sat on it.

"Is there any beer?" I asked quietly.

Barry jumped up from his chair. "Outside," he said. "I'll get them."

We waited in a rather uncomfortable silence until Barry returned with four open bottles in his hands. He approached me first. "I'm not sure which one belongs to whom."

I reached out and grabbed one. "We're all friends," I said, trying to make myself smile. "It doesn't really matter."

Brad followed my lead and took a bottle. Barry returned to his chair and sat down, handing Nathan one of the bottles. Nathan was the only one to wipe his palm around the top, but I wouldn't have expected him to do anything less.

"Look, Barry," I began, "I'm really sorry for exploding the way I did. I was totally out of line."

Barry nodded. "I'm sorry for what we did, Ted. We were out of line, too, but we. . ."

I cut him off. "You can explain it later, Barry. Right now, there's something more important that I have to say. First though, I need to know how much you saw."

Barry looked nervously at Brad, who nodded to him. He turned back to me and replied, "Most of it, I think. We saw Brad. . . um. . . well, you know, ‘doing' himself, and we could see and hear him climax, and then we saw him give you oral sex and we saw your climax as well. We were still hiding when he carried you out of the pool and inside the house."

"Thank you. I'll want to know the details later, I think, but not right now." I turned my attention to Nathan. He still looked terrified. I took a deep, calming breath and began my speech. "I owe you a whole lot of apologies, Nathan. I'm sorry for yelling at you out there, but I owe you a bigger apology and I won't blame you if you don't accept it."

This brought the entire room to complete silence. The only breathing I heard was my own. The other three seemed to be holding theirs. I hurried to break the deadly quiet. "I wasn't angry at Barry for spying on us, Nathan. I was angry at you. When Brad came into the bedroom to talk to me, he made me understand why I wasn't mad at Barry, but it took me a long time to figure out why you made me so furious. Believe it or not, it was Brad's toes that did it."

Three sets of eyes focused themselves on Brad's toes for a moment, then looked back at me for an explanation. "Brad has nice toes," I continued. "And feet and legs. I had always thought I had nice toes, too, until I looked at them side-by-side as we sat on the bed and I realized how ugly mine were compared to his."

"But you do have nice toes, Ted," Nathan said.

"Thank you, Nathan. But, the point is, I liked my toes until I compared them to Brad's. Suddenly mine didn't look so nice anymore. And, as I sat there looking at them and comparing them, I realized that I had been comparing myself to you. That's why I was so mad at you."

Nathan stared at me for a few long moments, his eyes blank except for the confusion which filled them. He shook his head in dismay. "I'm sorry, Ted, I don't understand."

I took a deep breath before I continued. "I don't blame you. It's taken me this long to figure it out for myself. You see, Nathan, I've always considered myself average-looking. Maybe even attractive in my own way. But I'm no vision of beauty, really. When I see you, though - when I compare myself to you - it makes me feel even less a vision of beauty. Less than adequate."

I looked down at the floor when I said the next sentence, and I said it very quietly, almost as if I were saying it to myself. "I feel less of a person that Brad could love."

Brad actually whimpered then, quietly, but loud enough for me to hear. He turned slightly, putting his left arm over my shoulders as he had in the bedroom and his right and onto my thigh. The way he squeezed me with his fingers assured me that I was mistaken. I knew that, but knowing doesn't stop me from thinking.

My head tilted up once more. Nathan was still staring at me, waiting. "Look, Nathan. You're handsome. You're fit. You have that sexy white streak in your hair. Your legs look great in shorts. You're talented and clever and versatile. You almost kill yourself trying to do things for me and my family. Hell, you can cook better than my own mother. I guess what I'm trying to say is that I'm jealous of you. I guess I've always been jealous of you. And that's why I've always been scared to death that you'll take Brad away from me."

"Oh, Ted," Nathan said, leaning forward in his chair. "I hope you know I'd never do anything like that. Never!"

"I know, Nathan. Just like I'd never do anything to come between you and Barry. Chalk it up to my insecurities and my lack of self-confidence if you want to, but I was so jealous of you, and I was so afraid that, if you ever saw Brad in real life, you'd want him and try to go after him. That's why I was so mad at you. I hated the thought that you saw him."

"It was Brad who made me see that I didn't have a problem with Barry seeing me naked," I said as I turned my attention to Barry, "or me seeing you. Hell, we even masturbated together even if it was from across the room. You were spying on me then and it turned me on. And it turned me on that you watched me last night. And just awhile ago, when we were hugging, you started getting a hardon. . ."

"Ted!" Barry's exclamation cut my sentence short.

"No, Barry. It's time for me to come clean with this. It's time for us all to put this to rest if we want this friendship to continue." I turned to his lover. "Nathan, if anyone should be mad at anyone, you should be mad at me. I was so busy worrying about you and Brad that I forgot to worry about myself. If anyone was wrong in all this, it was me. I would be a liar if I said that I didn't find Barry enormously sexy and attractive and exciting. I do, and I've been leading him on without even realizing it. I've asked him to do things for me and he's done them because I wanted him to. But that doesn't mean that anything would ever happen between us. Goodness knows there have been plenty of opportunities for things to happen."

Nathan nodded. "Like when Brad was in Thunder Bay, or when I was hiding outside watching the two of you when Barry came onto you."

Yes," I said. "But, my point is, I can't stop the way I feel about Barry any more than you can stop the way you feel about Brad. The only thing I can do is to keep myself from going beyond feelings. I knew I could do that, but I couldn't give you the same consideration. You were a threat to me and you could destroy everything I held dear in my life, but now I know that I was more of a threat to myself and to you than you are to me. Can you ever forgive me?"

In response, Nathan came over to give me a reassuring hug. I stood up to receive it. "Of course I forgive you, Ted," he said softly as he clutched me in his arms. "I hope you can forgive me, too. I was the one who wouldn't let Barry leave last night."

I broke the hug in order to look into Nathan's face. I smiled at him and said, "I'm supposed to be surprised by that?"

Nathan grinned back. "No, I guess not." His smile disappeared then, his face becoming serious. "May I say something now?"

"Sure."

"You said you were jealous of me. Well, I've always been jealous of you. Not just because of Bradley, but because of everything, Ted. You have everything I've always wanted. You have a house and a wonderful family that loves you and accepts you. You have three incredible children. You have great friends. You have everything. After all the time we've been living here, you and Brad are still the only real friends and family we have. If it wasn't for you, we'd be all alone. I know how you feel about Barry, and I know how he feels about you. I accept that, if only to hold onto what I have here. I don't want to lose any of it, and I would never intentionally do anything that could jeopardize that."

Nathan paused a moment to look at the other two, then took a deep breath and swallowed it before continuing. "We're sorry we spied on you last night. We knew it was wrong, but we couldn't stop ourselves. It was like walking past a house and seeing someone you like through a bedroom window. You stop and you sneak up to the window and you look. But, believe me, Ted, it will never happen again."

"Yes it will." Brad's simple statement definitely caught everyone's attention. He patted the towel beside him. "Sit down, Ted." Then, indicating the empty chair beside Barry with an open hand, he said, "Nathan?" When we were all seated, when young Brad was leaning forward, his elbows on his knees and his hands clasped before him, he began to speak. "Look. We all know how we feel about each other. We've finally admitted it openly. We've all seen each other having some sort of sex. Unless we turn this place into a monastery and take a vow of celibacy and start wearing suits of armour, we're going to see each other again. It's happened before and it's going to happen again. Who knows when we're going to stumble upon a moment of privacy? Who knows when someone is going to forget to tie his bathrobe properly, or to lock the bathroom door when they're in the shower?"

Brad looked from face to face, judging reactions I suppose. "Face it, guys. It's going to happen again. Now, we can just accept that and get on with it or we can let it eat at us every time it happens. I'm tired of having to be so careful all the time. It's bad enough when the kids are around. When they're not, I like that I can relax and not have to worry all the time. I'm glad Nathan saw me last night. I suppose I should be upset by it, too, but I'm not. I was comfortable with what I was doing and I'm not ashamed of it, and I'm not embarrassed that the two of you saw me doing it."

He paused for a long moment, taking another drink from his bottle of beer, before continuing. "I know I've got a big dick. Ted knows better than anyone else how ashamed I've always been about it. I've always hated it and wished it belonged to someone else. I was always embarrassed by it. But not anymore. For the first time in my life, I feel proud of it. That doesn't mean that I want to go around showing it off to everyone, though. It just means that, if someone sees it, I'm not ashamed of it anymore. Ted did that for me." He paused for another sip of beer. "My point is, guys, is that I don't mind if you see me anymore, so you shouldn't mind, either. If we all sit around all day worrying about who might see what, we'll all go nuts. We don't have to become nudists or anything, but we shouldn't fly into panic mode each time one of us flashes a bit of skin. What do you say we just put it behind us and stop going ballistic or having a stroke every time someone sees something?"

Once again, Brad looked from face to face, getting affirmation from each of us. "Good. ‘Cause tonight we're all going skinny dipping together and getting comfortable with each other once and for all."

"Brad!" I said.

"Aa Aa, Ted!" he responded, silencing me with his index finger held in the air before me for emphasis. "I'm tired of us all walking on pins and needles all the time. I'm going skinny dipping again tonight, and anyone who wants to join me can do so. If you don't, you can lock yourself in the house or go home."

Brad turned toward Nathan and Barry. "Look, guys. I love both of you like brothers, but I can't handle all this tension between us all the time. The way we feel about each other is never going to change, but we can, and I think we'll become better friends if we stop being so uptight around each other."

"I don't know this, Brad," I said.

Brad turned toward me. "Proof, Ted?" he said in frustration. "You want proof? I'll give you proof!" He stood up and faced Nathan, holding his arms out shoulder-high at his sides. "Look at me, Nathan!"

Nathan's eyes travelled slowly down Brad's body, stopping at the blue Speedo Brad was wearing. Then, suddenly and much to my surprise, Brad lowered his hands to his waist, hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his swimsuit, and pushed it down to his knees. Now almost naked, he raised his arms again and said, "Now look at me."

Brad stood there for a few moments. His back was to me, but I didn't have to see him to know what he looked like. That image was permanently etched in my brain. He stood there in silence, then reached for his suit and pulled it back up before turning toward me and tucking his ample but soft cock carefully back into place inside the stretchy material. He looked into my eyes, checking my reaction. He appeared to be satisfied with it and sat back down beside me.

"Now, Nathan," he said. "Which way was more exciting for you? With the suit or without? Which way did you like more?"

Nathan's face remained frozen in silence and panic. Brad turned to Barry instead. "Barry? Which way do you think Nathan liked better?"

Barry sat up stiffly in his chair, suddenly finding himself in the spotlight. "Ummm. Well, he's already seen you naked. I would have to say with the suit on."

"Why?"

Barry paused, not at all certain about what he should say.

"Because I already know what's in there," Nathan said, taking an obviously uncomfortable Barry out of the spotlight. "Heaven help me, but I understand now. It's like porn. Naked men are nice to look at, but it's always more exciting if they're not showing everything. A man in his underwear is more enticing when you can use your imagination, even if you know what he looks like naked."

Brad nodded. The smile which grew on his face was one of accomplishment. "And now we all know what the others pack between their legs. We shouldn't be ashamed of it. I am going skinny dipping again tonight. I think it's the only way to put all this behind us, and I'm willing to humiliate myself to make that happen."

"You wouldn't be humiliating yourself, Bradley," Nathan said. "You would be honouring us."

"Thank you, Nathan, but the chances are pretty good that I'm going to pop wood, and that can be humiliating. I'm prepared to take that chance. Are you?"

"I'm not sure yet," Nathan replied. "Barry?"

I looked to Barry. He stared into my eyes. I noticed an odd twinkle in his eyes as he responded. "I think I have to agree with Brad on this one. He makes a lot of sense, and I think we'll become better friends by it if we don't have to worry about everything all the time. I'm in. Besides, I haven't been skinny dipping since I was fifteen years old."

"Well, I've never gone skinny dipping," Nathan added. "First time for everything, I suppose."

"Do we have enough beer?" I asked.

To Be Continued​

I have been trying to deal with a few things in this story for quite some time now. One of those things is Brad's growth from a shy, insecure, self-depreciating young man into a mature, responsible adult who can finally love himself as much as other people do. This chapter is one huge step in that direction, but I don't think it's out of place or out of character. Brad has been building up to this for many, many chapters.

The other thing I've been trying to deal with is the relationships between Nathan and Brad and, in particular, that of Barry and Ted. The tension has been there virtually from the day Barry showed up at Ted's doorstep in his uniform. There have been many situations between the two, but I've never been able to deal with the tensions adequately, at least in my own mind. I could never seem to find anything that worked.

This 'incident' opened the door for me to bring the two together and to use them to bring the story to the point I had always hoped it would be ever since Barry and Nathan appeared on the scene. However, considering the brouhaha created by the Cali and Mags incident, I want to know beforehand if you think this is the way you would like the story to go.

I am already half-way through the next chapter, but I will rewrite it if necessary if you don't like the way the story and their relationships are advancing. Please, let me know.

Thanks.
Neil (*8*)
 
Please, Neil,
do not let the critics rule what you write. You have handled beautifully this tense situation, with a logical insight into the complexities of these issues. Just continue to develop this remarkable tale, and let it pour from your mind without the imposition of outside censorship.
And on a different note; why is that so many gays react to jelousy with femine pettyness, instead of the the clear logic displayed by Brad in this remarkable chapter. I'm sure many more couples would stay together if they bonded with masculine love and fortitude.
 
Good Chapter Neil. I like the way the story is going. Do what you do the best. This is your story. Keep it coming. (smile)
 
wyndhampaul said:
Please, Neil,
do not let the critics rule what you write. You have handled beautifully this tense situation, with a logical insight into the complexities of these issues. Just continue to develop this remarkable tale, and let it pour from your mind without the imposition of outside censorship.
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The Neil Coffee Club concurs.

You have masterfully poured your heart and soul into this beautiful story. Do not let outside opinions select the path you choose for Ted and Brad. This may seem as a “cop out” on our part, but we trust your storytelling talent and ability.

Your devoted fans,
Chuck, Chris and Sandra
 
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