WATCHING BRAD
Part 150
Part 150
"We really did go to the movie, Ted," Nathan explained. We were still sitting in the pool once more, still with our swimsuits on, and still chatting, but much more comfortable with each other now. For the first time since I'd met him and noticed the attraction between Nathan and Brad, I didn't perceive Nathan as a threat to me.
"There really was a chauffeur in it," Nathan continued, "and he had an incredible ass which reminded me of someone else I know." He glanced quickly at Brad and smiled. "And talk about popping wood. I thought Barry was going to rip right through his shorts. But the projector literally fell apart about twenty minutes into movie and they couldn't fix it. They gave us our money back and we came home."
"It was my idea to come over," Barry said, picking up the story. "We stopped to pick up the case of beer and when you didn't answer the door, we thought you were either busy in the bedroom or back here in the pool. When we came around the garage, we could hear you. We were going to sneak up and surprise you and we got as far as hiding in the shadows of the hot tub fence when we saw you sitting on the ledge here and we could see what Brad was doing."
"Believe me, Brad," Nathan interjected. "Barry tried to get me away, but it was like my feet were cemented into the ground. Ever since you showed us your photo album, I've wanted to see you in the flesh. I couldn't tear myself away."
"I understand, Nathan," Brad said. "It's okay."
"Would it embarrass you if I told you that it was the most beautiful performance I've ever seen?"
"Yes, it would," Brad replied, smiling shyly and blushing in the afternoon sunlight as his head dipped down.
"Then I won't tell you."
Brad's head tilted up slightly then, his eyes lifting to Nathan's. "Thank you, Nathan," he said.
"And thank you, Bradley," Nathan returned.
"Nathan isn't all to blame for this," Barry added as he looked at me. "When Brad finished and started. . . well, you know. . . giving you head, I was the one who was glued to the ground and Nathan couldn't get me to leave. I almost gave us away. I was rubbing myself through my shorts the whole time, and when you came, Ted, so did I. Nathan had to cover my mouth and hold my nose so you wouldn't hear me."
Nathan finished their tale. "And then Brad picked you up and we scrambled around the fence so you wouldn't catch us. We left the beer there and you walked right past it, but you were both too busy looking at each other to notice it. When the livingroom light went out, we grabbed the beer and ran to the car. I got behind the wheel and Barry pushed us out onto the street and down a few houses before he got in and I started the car and drove away. We decided never to say anything about it to either of you, but I think we probably would have told you eventually anyway. I was feeling so guilty about it and it was really bothering me. I don't think I could have kept it a secret for very long."
Brad had been right, of course. Before we all went to bed that night, our relationships and our friendships changed forever. We. . . But, I'm getting ahead of myself here. Let me back up a bit and catch you up to speed.
Following our conversation in the pool, the relating of the little espionage episode, the matter was all but forgot. We laughed and joked and splashed each other and dunked heads and squirted water through our teeth and just had a whole lot of fun. Of course, a few more beers made us feel more like teenagers than the adults we were, but it was fun feeling so young and fancy free again. Nathan wanted to take us out for dinner, but I insisted that we had all had too much to drink and suggested ordering Chinese so we wouldn't have to drive.
"Nope," Barry said. "We're going out for dinner, and no-one's driving."
We showered and changed and Barry phoned for a cab. Nathan rode between Brad and I in the back seat. Barry sat up front with the driver. We were taken to a very popular restaurant in town and served a very delicious meal and another bottle of beer by an enormously gorgeous and amiable young man, all on Barry's credit card. I left an extra tip for our waiter, especially since he allowed me to wipe tartar sauce off his right. . . um. . . pant leg. Brad had flicked it at me with his spoon and missed me.
"Hey, look," Brad joked when he saw the size of the tip I was leaving. "Ten bucks for each cheek. How much are mine worth?"
"Ted couldn't afford them, Bradley," Nathan joked back.
"Especially if you sell them by the kilo," Barry added.
I'm sure everyone in the restaurant was wondering what we were laughing at. I was just glad none of us were driving.
On the way back to the house, Barry asked the to driver stop at the beer store. He was riding in back between Brad and I this time. I unbuckled and stepped out of the cab to let Barry out. "Come in with me, Ted," he said.
We returned a few minutes later with another case of Blue. The driver was waiting for us with the trunk open and Barry went there to secure the case. I held the back door open until Barry could slide in first, but he stopped at the first buckle. "Shift it over, Brawny," I told him.
"Gonna make me?" he grinned.
I waited, but it was apparent he wasn't going to move. I leaned in, threw my right leg over his, and sat on his knees as my fingers dug into his ribs and started tickling him. Barry's expression didn't change.
"Is that supposed to be accomplishing something?" he asked in a deadpan voice.
"It drives the twins wild when I tickle them," replied, renewing my attack on his ribs and waist, and still Barry didn't react.
"Blow raspberries on his belly, Ted," Brad suggested. "That ought to break him."
"Look!" the driver shouted suddenly behind me. "Are you boys going to close the door and buckle up so we can get going or do I have to call the cops."
I froze, my hands still on Barry's waist.
"I prefer to be called a ‘Police Officer' if you don't mind," Barry said, his voice serious and full of authority.
"Yeah, right," the cabbie replied. His voice was overflowing with sarcasm. "Like you're a cop."
"Nathan?" Barry said. "If you please?"
I glanced over my shoulder toward the front seat. Moments later, Nathan showed the driver a photograph. The driver looked at the photo, then at Barry, and back to the photo again. His eyes widened and became filled with anxiety.
"I'm sorry, Sir," he said, then turned around, grabbed the steering wheel in both hands, and stared out the front windshield.
"Let's go home," I said to Barry. "I've got fresh raspberries there."
"And ice cream," Brad added.
"Gives a whole new meaning to ‘chilling out'," Barry chuckled as I climbed over him to take my place beside Brad. We buckled up, Barry closed the door, and home we went.
None of us were what I would consider ‘drunk', but the beer we'd drank may have had something to with our moods. I prefer to think that it was newly-discovered comfort zones which did it. Brad had seen where everything was headed in our friendships and he knew he didn't want it to go there. When he dropped his Speedo, he knew he hadn't yet convinced us and hoped to shock us into it by his display. He didn't even have the beginnings of an erection when he did it, and he didn't get one, either, but it had worked nonetheless, and very adequately I might add. His point had been made abundantly clear, if you can pardon the puns. If anyone else had done it, it wouldn't have had the same effect, but knowing Brad as we all did, we realized just how desperate he was and the lengths he would go to just to keep us all together. Out of character for Brad? Of course it was, but it was because it was so out of character for him that made us realize just how serious he was. How frightened he was for us.
Brad had changed greatly since I'd met him a year ago. He'd grown from the handsome and sexy young man that I'd met into a mature and very wise young man who was soon to be married, and he was taking on that role with every fiber of his being. He'd always been rather comfortable around me where his endowment was concerned, but he had always tried to conceal it from others and had always felt disturbed by it when other people paid undue attention to it. That was not the case anymore. He was comfortable with himself now around all our friends and family, and he didn't pay any attention to the people outside his circle.
Perhaps it was the fact that he was getting married that changed him so much, or perhaps it was the fact that, by making him feel more comfortable around me and the twins and Lindsay, I had shown him that I wasn't ashamed of him, and neither should he be ashamed of himself. Whatever it was, Brad was a different person now. Not only was he not ashamed of himself anymore, he was actually proud of it. It was no-longer a liability to him. To those who knew him best, it was as much a part of him as his green eyes and chipped tooth.
I like to think that what happened when we arrived home was a result of Brad's courageous gesture. I like to think that it was the beginning of a new comradery between us all. I hated to think that it might have been the beer.
As soon as we were inside the house and in the livingroom, Barry set the case of beer on the sofa, pulled his T-shirt over his head, and dropped it to over the back of the loveseat. He turned to me, wrapped his arms around me in a crushing embrace, and actually lifted my feet from the floor as he spun around in a circle. He rotated three or four times before he finally stopped, but he didn't set me down. He simply held me in his arms as he leaned back slightly, keeping my feet off the floor, and stared up at me with a grin on his face wider than I'd ever seen before, so close to me that his breath blew across my face and cheeks.
"Do you serve refreshments on this flight?" I joked.
Barry's roar of laughter rang in my ears for a long time after he stopped laughing. "I'm so glad I was called to your accident that day, Ted," he said, then gave me a quick kiss right on the lips.
Needless to say, I wasn't surprised or even shocked by the growing lump in Barry's shorts which was now pressing into my own crotch and growing larger with each heartbeat that I could feel in Barry's chest. I had felt it often, but, for the first time since we'd met, Barry ignored it and let it happen.
"You'd better put me down before you break something down there," I told him.
"Yeah, Barry," Brad's voice said to my left. "Put him down. It's my turn."
Barry set me down and I fell out of his arms and into Brad's. Of course, Brad's hug was more loving and gentle and tender, as was the kiss he gave me. Barry was still standing beside us and I could hear the rustling of material and quiet grunting. I opened my eyes and, out of the corner of them, I could see Barry with his hand shoved down the front of his shorts, rearranging himself - not to hide it but to make it more comfortable for himself. Nathan was standing behind him, his arms around Barry's waist and the fingers intertwined. When Barry removed his hand from his shorts and put it over Nathan's hands, his manhood formed a long tube beneath the cotton shorts running from his groin to his right hip. He made no effort to hide it or to disguise it from me or anyone else.
What I found truly amazing, though, was the fact that, after seeing it, my eyes closed again and I lost myself in Brad's kiss. My Tiger had been correct. When you go to the effort to hide something, people will want to see it and will look for it. If you put it on display as if it's supposed to be there, people stop paying attention to it. Barry couldn't prevent it from happening any more than any of us could have prevented it. But now he didn't feel the need to hide it and I didn't feel the overwhelming need to look for it anymore.
* * * * *
The house was comfortably cool with the central air conditioning. As part of my financial cutbacks, I was keeping the house at a higher temperature. Four degrees higher, in fact. It wasn't really cool inside, but it certainly wasn't hot, and the humidity was kept down which, in itself, was a welcomed blessing. It was comfortable inside our home.
And so it was that we sat around the livingroom the rest of the evening and sipped our beer and talked as we waited for sunset. Brad and I had taken off our shirts as well, but Nathan left his on for some reason. No-one asked him to explain. Barry looked extremely comfortable, sprawled out on the loveseat beside Nathan, his legs crossed at the ankles. His erection had barely waned since we'd returned home and, when it did, it returned quickly. The only thing that bothered me about it was wondering how he could sit there for so long without having to sneak off to the bathroom to take care of it.
Nathan had seemed uncomfortable and embarrassed by it at the beginning. He watched me with a hawk's eyes. Perhaps he was waiting for me to scramble across the room and fall between Barry's legs and ravage him right there. But, Brad had been the pioneer and Barry became an eager leader, evidenced by a comment he made at one point during the evening.
"You know what?" he said. "For the first time in my life, I feel like it's okay to be gay. I don't feel like I have to hide it around here anymore or run away when it happens. I feel like I can relax and be myself and I don't have to pretend to be someone else."
"This is the real Barry," Nathan added as he looked at his lover with the greatest of admiration in his face. "This is how he is at home, except for the pants. He never wears anything at home. I've been trying to get him to loosen up for years." He gave Barry a quick peck on his cheek. "He's changed so much since we met you, but this is the biggest change yet." And then he laughed to himself. "Don't worry, though, Ted. I won't let him get as comfortable here as he does at home, and your children will never be subjected to this." His open hand indicated Barry's extended shorts.
I have to admit to feeling a lot more comfortable as well. The entire atmosphere had changed. There was still some tension, I suppose, but nothing like there used to be, and certainly a lot less than could be attributed to the beer, and I suspected that those tensions would decrease over time. I had to be very careful, though. The biggest change had come in Barry and I couldn't be at all certain that the change was an honest one or if he was using the opportunity to lead me on. Time would tell.
I suppose the others were wondering as I was that Brad may have changed his mind about going skinny dipping but, at ten o'clock, he rose to his feet and announced, "It's time."
I rose with him, as did Barry, but Nathan remained seated. "Come on, Natty," Barry said. "Let's go skinny dipping."
Nathan looked up at his partner. "I don't think I can, Barry."
Brad came to the rescue once more. "Look, Nathan," he said gently. "I only suggested this so we could learn to feel more comfortable around each other. I don't want anyone to feel more uncomfortable. Wear your underwear if you want, or go in as you are. It's okay."
"I'd feel so out-of-place," Nathan replied.
Brad merely smiled politely and knowingly at him. "Now you know how I've felt most of my life." He moved in front of Nathan and held out his hands. "Come on, Nathan. I'd like you to be there with us."
Nathan paused, looking first at Barry and then at me, before reaching up and placing his hands into Brad's. Brad closed his fingers around Nathan's hands and lifted him easily to his feet.
I grabbed the towels and Barry grabbed the beer and, together, we went out the patio doors and into the darkness of the back yard. Brad grabbed four aluminum lawn chairs from the stack beside the door and carried them to the pool. I led the way and unlocked the gate, tucking the key into the pocket of my shorts after I had done so.
A light breeze blew off the lake, but it did little to cool down the smothering heat which still blanketed us. Off to the west, over the roof of the house, the lights of Toronto lit up the smog which hung over the city like a smothering blanket.
I think everyone was as nervous as I was. No-one said a word as I set the folded towels out of the way on the ledge of the pool, and no-one said a word as Barry set the case of beer on the ground. The only sounds to break the silence after that were the sounds of the city beyond the house until we heard the unmistakable sound of a zipper being pulled down.
Of course, it was Brad who was taking the lead. It was his game and he was rolling the dice. Whatever happened that night, Brad was clearly in charge. I felt like I was suddenly back in high school, standing in the changing room getting ready for gym class on the first day of school. Everyone was so quiet and trying not to get noticed by anyone else. I wondered for a moment if the others felt that way, too, and I almost backed down, but I'd committed myself to it, if only for Brad, so I carried on and slowly undressed.
Barry was more used to all of this than the rest of us, having to shower and change with the other officers at work when shifts changed, so it wasn't surprising that he was the first one to get completely naked. It was different from work, I suppose, in that I don't think Barry stood around the locker room at work with an erection which looked like a battering ram ready for duty.
"Does that happen at work, Barry?" I joked lightly.
"What?" he asked.
"I think he means that," Brad said. He was closer to Barry than I was and he pointed at Barry's crotch.
Barry laughed. "Believe me, Ted. Pop a few of these around the guys there and you soon learn to keep them under control. But here. . ."
Unlike high school gym, though, Barry made no effort whatsoever to hide it from us.
"You may regret this, Brad," Nathan said. He was standing just to the side of and behind Barry, using Barry as a shield from our eyes as he took off his shorts. "He's like this all the time at home. I swear he's a closet nudist. You may regret the can of worms you've opened up tonight."
Now, if you were hoping for a lurid four-way orgy that went well into the night and we all passed out naked on the grass in my back yard after many hours of frenzied sex, I'm afraid you will be sorely disappointed. It was really quite a tame evening. . . for the most part.
Nathan, as suggested by Brad, stripped down to his briefs and joined us in the pool, grabbing one of the chairs and setting it up in the pool and facing the side where Brad and I had sat the night before. Brad set up two of the chairs for us, their backs facing the side of the pool. Barry set up his chair beside Nathan. As he worked, his cock bounced and jiggled and swayed back and forth, and grew even harder and longer as it did so. He certainly seemed to be enjoying his new-found freedom. He'd never admit it, of course, but I believe Barry had a bit of an exhibitionistic streak hidden somewhere in his ‘closet' along with himself and the ‘wannabe nudist'. As far as I knew, he still hadn't come out at work. He sat in his lawn chair and sprawled himself out as he had been in the livingroom awhile earlier, his legs stretched out and crossed again. Since he was sitting directly across from me, that put his legs right in front of me and his feet under my chair.
I had no problem seeing Barry. The moonlight cast a soft glow over his blond hair and his bright smile sparkled through his tanned face. I particularly enjoyed the way the moonlight glinted in the water droplets on his chest. They sparkled like snowflakes under a street lamp as his chest rose and fell with every breath. The way he was sitting, slouched in the chair with his butt at the edge of the seat, the water level came to just below his pectorals and, standing out of the water in front of him, was the top portion of his hardon, swaying and bouncing around in the waves like a buoy in Toronto Harbour.
"Couldn't you at least hold it flat, Barry?" Nathan asked. He was far more embarrassed by it than Barry seemed to be. "We don't want to have to look at that thing all night."
"Oh, I don't know," Brad said. "We could set a candle on it, or hang a lantern from it."
Almost to himself, Nathan said quietly, "Floating candles would be so romantic."
Brad heard him. "We have some of those. We've never used them. I'll go get them." He handed me his beer as he rose from his chair, climbed out of the pool, and ran off into the house.
"Look," I said after he'd sat down again, "would you like us to go inside so you can do something about that?"
"It wouldn't help, Ted," Nathan replied. "He's in lock-down mode tonight. He gets like this once in awhile. It won't go down again until three or four hours after we go to bed."
"Ah, yes," I said. "I remember those days."
"The joys of youth," Nathan added.
Which brought up a subject I had long wanted to talk to Nathan about, but had never had the courage to do so. I decided it was time. "Nathan, can I. . ."
Brad's voice rang out from the doorway, interrupting my half-way through my question. "Ted! Where are those candles!?"
"Aren't they in the cupboard over the refrigerator!?" I called back.
"Nope!"
I thought for a moment. "Look in the drawers in the china cabinet! I might have put them there!"
"‘kay!" he shouted.
I turned back to Nathan. "Can I ask you a personal question?"
"Of course," Nathan replied.
"Do you have a problem keeping up with Barry? With the sex, I mean."
"Because he's younger," Nathan said, nodding, then added, "like you and Brad."
"Yes."
Nathan sighed deeply, considering his response. "I love the sex, Ted, but ‘no', I can't keep up with Barry. He as far more stamina and staying power than I do. He could go all night."
"How do you deal with it?"
Barry chuckled lightly, answering the question for Nathan. "I jerk off a lot."
"And that doesn't bother you?" I posed my question to Nathan.
He shook his head ‘no'. "It's a fact of life, Ted," he said seriously. "To be very honest, I'm grateful that Barry feels comfortable enough doing it. Don't get me wrong. He keeps me more than satisfied, but I can't return the favour. When I'm finished, he's still got a long way to go."
I turned to Barry. "So you don't feel guilty or deprived?"
Barry stood up and came to sit beside me, throwing a comforting arm around my back and over my shoulder. "Look, Ted," he said, "give Brad some credit. He knows the score and he accepts it just as I do. Has he ever left you unsatisfied?"
"No."
"And he never will. I'm sure you do everything you can to satisfy him, but try to convince me that there's times when you just don't feel like it and Brad goes without. You're the one who feels guilty, Ted. You're thinking you're not doing enough for Brad. Nathan used to feel the same way until we came to an agreement. We have sex when Nathan is up to it. When he isn't, I jerk off. I don't mind. I'm not ashamed of it and I certainly don't feel guilty about it. I don't think Brad would, either. Trust me, Ted. Brad understands."
"And if I were in your shoes, I'd. . ." Nathan stopped himself mid-sentence and lowered his head. "Sorry," he added.
"What were you going to say, Nathan?" I asked as Barry stood up and returned to his chair, stretching out as he had been moments earlier.
"Never mind," Nathan replied.
I never found out what Nathan was going to say. The patio door slid open and closed, and Brad came trotting back with the box of candles under his arm and a box of wood matches jangling in his hand. Still, I believe Nathan was going to say that, if he were in my shoes, he would be happy to spend all his time watching Brad masturbate, and I would have had to agree with him.
"Stupid things were on the shelf in the utility closet," Brad said as he set the matches on the lip of the pool and opened the box of candles. He picked out six of them, lining them up beside the matches, set the box on the ground, and lit them. They bounced on the waves like tiny campfires. Nathan had been correct. They were very romantic.
We sat there talking again, telling jokes and laughing, and drinking beer. We finished the first bottle and Barry stood up and walked to the side of the pool beside me to get another round, bending over the rail to retrieve them.
"Gee-sus, Murphy, Barry," I said as I gave his right butt cheek a playful smack with the palm of my hand. He almost lost his balance and went tumbling head over heels. "You're going to keep kids awake all over the city with that moon."
Even Nathan laughed at that one.
Barry regained his composure and grabbed the bottles, standing up again to serve them to us before returning to his chair, guided all the way with his ever-present erection.
Brad, who'd missed our earlier conversation, said, "Look, guys, if you want, you can go inside and bring that thing down."
"Barry's up for the night, Brad," Nathan replied. "If we went inside now, you wouldn't see us again until morning."
"I'm fine, Brad," Barry added. "As long as you don't mind." Barry turned toward his lover, grinning mischievously. "Besides, Natty likes looking at it, doesn't he?" He leaned forward and his grin turned into a pucker. Nathan leaned toward him and gave him a quick peck on the lips, but Barry had something else in mind. His left arm quickly reached around, his hand hooking itself behind Nathan's head and pulling his mouth back to his own. Brad and I witnessed what we must look like when we kiss. Nathan and Barry rarely kissed in front of us, but it was obvious that Nathan enjoyed it very much, evidenced by the soft, gentle moan which escaped his throat. He lost himself in Barry's kisses as I lost myself in Brad's. Nathan's right hand moved almost automatically to Barry's chest, searching blindly for the pectoral mound there and planting his palm over it and rubbing in slow, whisper-soft circles as Barry's hand moved to Nathan's cheek.
I sat there in silent amazement, awed by a display of love I couldn't have imagined from Barry. I had always imagined him being in control of sex. I had imagined him being the aggressor and being aggressive. I had imagined him taking what he wanted as fast and as hard as he wanted it. I had always imagined sex with Barry being all about power and control. I was so wrong.
Barry oozed sexuality and masculinity. Like Brad, he was blessed with both beauty and a powerful body that almost any man would envy. But, as I watched them, I saw so much of Brad in him. Like Barry was tender and sensitive and loving. He could crush stone in his hands, but he could caress a bubble without breaking it. Like Brad, it was as much about giving as it was taking. There was no aggression in Barry. No power. No control. There were no lies. No deceit. The way he touched Nathan, the way he caressed Nathan's skin, the way he kissed him, the way he reacted to Nathan, left little doubt in my mind that no other man would know the joys of Barry's body. No other man would share the love Barry held inside himself.
Now, I imagined sex with Barry being like sex with Brad - very slow and excruciatingly loving. Brad could easily break me. He didn't have to wait until I could give him a blowjob. He could have made me do it any time he wanted. And he didn't have to wait until I could take him anally. I would have been helpless to stop him if he had really wanted to fuck me. I would have been fucked whether I wanted it or not. But Brad had been willing to love me even if I were never able to do those things for him. He had been willing to settle for taking care of himself, as he always had, if I couldn't learn to do it. Brad gave his mouth and his ass to me freely and very willingly. My pleasure was as important to him as his own. He didn't expect me to offer my body until I was ready to take his.
The same, I felt, was true for Barry. He was willing to face his fears to make Nathan happy. Many months ago, he had come to me, asking me how I was able to take Brad anally. I had told him that, when you love someone enough, you make it happen. Barry had made it happen for Nathan. Like Brad, I got the feeling that Barry did what he did for the love of one man. Like Brad, he could easily have sat back and taken all the love Nathan was willing to give him. But, like Brad, he was unselfish and gave as much as he received. It was no wonder I found Barry so attractive. There was no longer any doubt in my mind that, what Barry might feel for me, or what I might feel for him, it was nothing more than lust and infatuation. I could control my lust, and I now felt certain that Barry could control his as well.
I knew the love that existed between Barry and Nathan but, until that night, they had never really displayed it. Since we'd met them, they rarely kissed, and, when they did, it was very brief and more resembled a friendly kiss rather than a kiss of love. Similar to the way I kiss my Mom. They never got cozy like Brad and I did when other people were around. Brad and I could sit arm-in-arm, cuddling with each other, or we could kiss like we always do, and no-one would say anything. Nathan and Barry always remained apart and aloof, looking more like good friends than the lovers they truly were. Even when we were alone with them they rarely showed much affection. Barry would often hold his arm over Nathan's shoulder but that was really the extent of it. Nathan never became cozy with Barry, cuddling him, or using his shoulder or chest as a pillow, and he wouldn't touch Barry the way Brad and I touch each other.
When Brad is holding me, it's not unusual for my forearm to be in his lap, my elbow innocently nudging the mound at his crotch and my hand resting against the inside of his thigh. There was nothing really sexual about it and Brad rarely reacted to it. Many were the times that Brad would sit on the sofa, his feet propped up on the coffee table, and I would be stretched out on my side with my head in his lap, my cheek resting right on his mound. He wouldn't react then, either, unless I wanted him to. And many were the times that he would lie in my lap. Although it might appear to be sexual to others, it was nothing more than Brad and I being completely comfortable with each other and able to show our love for each other without all that sex getting in the way all the time. As Brad said to me one time, "Love isn't all about sex, Pops. Sex feels good when you're having it, but love feels good all the time."
We sat there in our aluminum chairs with the colourful nylon-strap webbing. My left arm rested on the plastic arm of my chair and my right hand held my bottle of beer. Brad held his bottle with his left hand. His right arm lay over mine, his fingers entwining with mine.
As we watched, the kiss grew in intensity and Barry's cock was responding as I thought it would, swelling and contracting at times and growing more solid with each expansion. Nathan's hand suddenly slid down Barry's stomach and beneath the water. When it came into view again, it was wrapped around Barry's cock. Barry sucked a deep, full breath through his nose and let it out in a groan. Nathan's hand stroked up and down Barry's engorged meat, causing another mellow moan to escape Barry's mouth and into his own.
I clenched my fingers tight to hold onto Brad and began to rise from my seat, fully intending to leave them to their privacy, but Brad squeezed his fingers even harder and moved his elbow against my stomach to force me back into my chair. He leaned in close to me, whispering into my ear. "I don't think Nathan wants us to leave. I think he needs to do this for us." Then, almost as if it were an afterthought, he added, "For himself."
I suspect Brad was right yet again. This was an enormous step for Nathan. Up to this point, virtually everything he'd done was to show that he was a friend who was gay. Now, it was almost as if he were showing us that he was also a lover as well and didn't want to have to keep on pretending that he wasn't.
That night, a lot of doors were opened for everyone.
To Be Continued
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