Watching Brad

[walkabout]

an awesome chapter again mate..its really entertaining see dan realize that gays are not always stereotypical.

 

[kcm17480]

That was an interesting chapter with Dan an all. It's amazing what rattles around in peoples heads. Love the chapter.

 

[Hurretje]

Good chapter, Neil! Keep 'em coming!

Hur

 

[thermodynamics]

Great chapter. I think it's time for some more .

 

[Kyanimal]

Neil ...

I think back to the way this Awesome story started, and all that it's gone through in it's Amazing continuence, and find myself, once again, at a point of Urgently suggesting that You should, sincerely, consider Publishing it! (Once it's "finished", that is ... which I Hope is Never! Still ... when it is ...)

It is definitely "maturing"! And getting even more interesting as it does! I am Astounded at how You have managed to weave so many different "Life Themes" into it's telling!!

You've already been Publishing it on JUB! And, I was thinking it would make a fantastic series for "The Advocate", or "Out"! (Which "The Kingom" prints ... and I could probably manage to get You in touch with the "right" people!) However ... I'm now thinking it deserves a much broader audience!

The World NEEDS to hear what You have been saying! EVERYONE should have access to the points of view that You have been putting forward, here! "Watching Brad" SHOULD be a "Main Line" Book(s)!!! And ... then ... a movie series! Not unlike "Harry Potter"!!

Don't think of doing it for Yourself! Rather ... think of it as doing something Tremendously Positive for Humanity!!!

Seriously, Man! I am Not "Kidding"!!!

Keep smilin'!!
Chaz

 

[upyrkilt469]

Another great chapter, Neil. Thanks for a great read. Looking forward to the next one.
Vic

 

[harry113]

Neil Thank you, yet another fantastic chapter!!
Dan Phillips was a captive to his own closed mind, like so many others!
The way the guys brought him to realise that there is so little difference between them all was so very well written.
Hugs
Harry

 

[Trent0n1]

Yup! Loving this wonderful tale Neil. Thank you!

Trent

 

[jaydizzo]

Man i love this story Neil excellent job.

def two thumbs up cant wait til the next chapter

 

[Justin11]

This has ben the best story I have ever read, you have quite an amazing talent, please continue to share with us.

 

[gsdx]

WATCHING BRAD
Part 182​

Something woke me up. I didn't know what it was right away, but it was definitely something which had stirred me from my slumber.

It was still dark and the red numbers on the digital alarm clock beside the bed read 3:13. Outside, I could hear the sound of rain splashing against the side and roof of the house and the two windows in the room. The wind whistled through the leaves on the trees. I was lying on my right side, facing away from the windows, with Brad lying directly behind me. His left arm was tossed casually over my chest and the front of his body spooned itself against my back. His head shared my pillow and his forehead pressed into the back of my head. I could feel the warm breath from his nostrils wafting across my skin.

But that wasn't what had awakened me. I lay there, holding my breath and listening carefully, anxious to discover the source of my anxiety.

Then I heard it - the far-away rumble of thunder. I sat up immediately, pulling myself away from Brad and swinging my legs off the bed until my feet hit the floor.

"Ted?" Brad said groggily from behind me. "Wha. . ."

"Shhhh!" I hushed him urgently.

I could feel Brad quietly raising himself up onto his elbow, but he remained silent. Lightning flashed suddenly, lighting up the entire bedroom for a moment. I listened even harder. Other than the rain and wind, there was nothing except the low peal of the thunder which followed.

"I don't hear anything except the storm," Brad said softly as he maneuvered himself to sit beside me.

"I know," I told him. "I was listening for the kids."

"Oh, right. In case the storm wakes them up and they're scared of it, right?"

I nodded in the dark, knowing even as I did so that Brad probably couldn't see me doing it. "I'm going to check on them anyway," I told him.

"I'm coming with you."

We stood up and headed for the doorway. Both of us were wearing briefs, having taken to wearing them to bed when we moved in with Mom and Dad. We thought it was the prudent thing to do. However, since they slept downstairs on the main floor, we didn't even bother putting on our bathrobes.

We crept down the hall toward the boys' bedroom and quietly pushed the door open entirely. The soft glow from the night lights in the hall danced into the room, illuminating the bed and the twins. They were still asleep, hand in hand and forehead to forehead and, as we watched, another flash of lightning lit the room momentarily, followed a short time later by a loud clap of thunder. The boys stirred, but only for Jeremy to move closer to his brother and for Justin to wrap his arm protectively around him. Even in sleep, Jeremy depended upon his brother and Justin automatically did what was necessary to take care of and protect him.

"I'm going to check on Lindsay," I whispered, and Brad nodded. I left the room and tiptoed across the hall to Lindsay's room, pushing open her door and peering inside. She appeared to be asleep, but I couldn't really tell, so I made my way to her bed and knelt down beside it, listening to the sounds of her breathing. I remained there through several flashes of lightning and rumblings of thunder and, assured that she was asleep, gently brushed her hair away from her face with my fingertips and leaned forward to press my lips softly against her forehead.

"Daddy?" she whispered up at me.

"Shhhh," I soothed her in a feathery whisper. "It's okay, Sweetheart. Go back to sleep."

Her sleepy eyes closed once again and I waited there, gently stroking her hair and soothing her with whispered hushes until she had done so. She wouldn't even remember that I had been there. Only then did I return to Brad. He was still standing in the doorway, leaning against the jamb, and I stepped up behind him, sliding my arms around his waist and pressing myself against him. His hands came up to grasp my own and to hold them in place over his tight, muscled abdomen. As we stood there, waiting for the storm to pass us by, heading eastward over the lake which lay to the south of us, I rested my chin on Brad's shoulder, nuzzling my cheek against his ear and just holding onto him. My groin and the solid mounds of Brad's ass were separated by only two layers of cotton polyester.

Still, even with the strength and heat from Brad's body to distract and excite me, my mind and my concentration was locked on the boys and it remained there until the storm drifted away eastward into the distance. Of course, the storm had passed over Lake Ontario and there hadn't been any close lightning strikes which caused the deafening, window-rattling, house-shaking peals of thunder. And the kids had been asleep when it arrived. Things might be different when they were awake and the storms were much closer and more potent and frightening. At least for the rest of the summer, we would have to be vigilant during thunderstorms and to keep a careful watch on them, making certain that they remained calm and comfortable. I didn't want them to become afraid of thunderstorms.

Brad twisted his head around, his lips searching the darkness for mine. I helped him find them. As we kissed, he released my right hand and, holding my left hand and maintaining the kiss, he slowly spun himself around until he was facing me, his body pressing into mine and trapping our hands between us. I was still soft, but Brad's erection pressed into me, its heat practically branding me. Our kiss continued slowly and comfortably. Our lips nipped and nibbled at each other and our tongues danced tangos and waltzes with the occasional cha-cha-cha thrown in for good measure.

Eventually the kissing ended and our lips parted, but we didn't. Brad held my hand firmly between us and stared into my eyes for the longest time. I don't know what he could see, though. The light from the hallway was behind me and my face would have been in silhouette. Still, he stared at me in silence until he finally pulled away from me and, holding my hand, silently led me back to our bedroom.

He pushed the door closed behind us and backed me against it, pressing up against me once again, chest to chest, and trapping our hands between us. His erection burned into me once more, but it was met with my own erection this time and they duelled with each other as he swirled his hips and ground his crotch against mine. It was a losing battle on my part, considering the weapon I was duelling against, but it was a battle I certainly didn't mind losing.

And then Brad slowly raised my hand to his lips. He kissed the back of my hand, caressing each knuckle with his tender lips, before turning my hand over and sensuously kissing each of my fingertips from index finger to pinkie, and back again. When he reached my index finger once more, he kissed it over and over again, slowly and sensually, and then, with agonizing slowness, he opened his lips and drew my finger inside. My finger was enveloped by the moist heat of Brad's mouth as his lips sealed themselves around it. His tongue worked at it, teasing it and stroking it and massaging it. His lips nuzzled its base and his cheeks collapsed as he suctioned the air out of his mouth. Shivers of excitement flew through my body and into my groin as Brad gave my finger a most scathingly erotic blowjob.

Brad held my hand fast as his head began to move backward and forward, bobbing on my finger and deep-throating it with every stroke of his lips. More blood flowed into my groin as I closed my eyes in pleasure. I had never felt anything like that in my entire life and the tingles of excitement flowed into my cock, swelling it even more and causing all sorts of exquisite feelings to pump into it. All too soon, though, Brad released my finger from his mouth with a rather loud slurp, then, grasping my hand tightly, guided me to the bed where he pushed me gently onto my back with a press of his hand on my chest and settled himself between my legs, kneeling on the plush carpet and resting his armpits on my thighs. He continued the blowjob he'd begun only minutes earlier, but on a more appropriate part of my body this time. I didn't last very long.

Of course, although I didn't feel entirely obliged to do so, I returned the favour before we curled up in bed once more to fall asleep in each other's arms.

* * * * *

It was still raining when we woke up in the morning. I stirred first, soon followed by Brad. We gave each other our usual morning kiss and hug, then got out of bed and into our respective bathrobes. Fatherhood awaited both of us. The door was still closed from earlier that morning and I turned the knob, pulled open the door, and almost tripped over the twins. They were sitting side-by-side and cross-legged on the hallway floor directly in front of us.

"Whoa, Nelly!" I said as I grabbed at the doorframe to keep from falling and Brad grabbed at my shoulder. The boys, meanwhile, were scrambling to their feet. "What are you guys doing here?"

"Waiting for you to wake up," Justin grinned as he stretched out his arms for his morning snuggles.

I dropped to one knee and gave them to him and his brother, then moved aside so Brad could do the same. "Why didn't you knock on the door?" I asked.

"We did," Justin replied.

"But you didn't listen," Jeremy added.

"Well, next time, knock harder, okay?" I told them.

"Or call us," Brad said.

"You won't get mad?"

"Never," I assured them. "If you're awake, we should be awake, too. Okay?"

They both nodded and grinned happily and said, "Okay."

"Been to the bathroom yet?" I asked. Their heads reversed direction and began shaking back and forth. "Off you go then."

The took off running down the hall, closely followed by me and Brad. Downstairs, I could hear the sounds of Mom preparing breakfast and I could smell all the delicious smells.

"Pancakes and peameal bacon and. . ." Brad said as he sniffed the air.

"Scrambled eggs," I said, finishing his sentence.

"With ham and cheese," Brad added. "Yum."

* * * * *

The weather report on the radio didn't sound promising for the day: alternating heavy rain and showers with scattered thundershowers throughout. A quick phone call to the number provided by the soccer club confirmed what we had already suspected - there would be no soccer camp that day.

Two things happened that day, however. The first occurred that morning as Brad and I were sitting at the kitchen table, searching the classifieds on the local Internet newspaper websites for apartments. Lindsay was sitting at the table with us, working away at her needlework and recounting the barbeque from the day before in minute detail. We'd had to replace all her yarns and threads, having tossed out all the balls of yarn which had been spoilt by smoke in the fire and she was eager to get back to finishing her Christmas village. Mom busied herself first in the kitchen and then upstairs where she changed sheets and vacuumed carpets and cleaned the bathroom. The boys were playing somewhat quietly together in the livingroom.

"Nothing furnished, eh?" I asked.

"Nope," Brad replied as he scanned the screen. "Do they even rent furnished three-bedroom apartments anymore?"

"Sometimes. I'd like to find something at least partially furnished. Try two bedrooms. If worse comes to worst, we can buy a day bed for us to sleep on in the livingroom or bunk up with the boys."

As Brad was calling up the two-bedroom apartment listings on the laptop, Mom's voice rang out. "Boys!" she shouted. "What do you think you're doing!?"

I was on my feet in an instant, and Brad was right behind me. Lindsay eagerly followed closely behind us, anxious to see what trouble her brothers had got themselves into.

"We're just playing, Ouma," I heard Justin say as I rushed into the livingroom.

Mom was standing there, a laundry basket full of soiled linens and towels and such at her feet. Justin and Jeremy peeking out from beneath their ‘creation'. It was rather clever, actually, and had required considerable imagination and ingenuity to construct.

They had unloaded the fruit bowl of its bananas and apples and oranges and pears and plums and dumped them into Dad's La-Z-Boy, then carefully set the fruit bowl and the pillar candles and various knickknacks aside on the end tables beside the sofa and the one near the lounge chair before pushing the coffee table close to Mom's wingback chair. They had turned the chair to face the wall and Mom's hand-crochetted afghan had been removed from the back of the sofa where it lay folded and one end of it was draped over the back of the wingback and the other end was draped over the coffee table, making a what I suspect was a tent, but looked more like a saggy lean-to. They hadn't anticipated the weight of the afghan, though, and, to prevent it from collapsing completely, had returned the fruit bowl to the coffee table and had added the first four volumes of Dad's set of encyclopaedias - ‘A to Anno', ‘Annu to Baltic', ‘Baltim to Brail', and ‘Brain to Castin' - to prevent the afghan from being dragged to the floor.

Furthermore, they had removed the three cushions from the sofa and the one from the matching lounge chair and had piled them into the wingback to secure the afghan there. Obviously, the foam cushions hadn't been heavy enough to do the job, though, and the boys had been forced to pile the next four volumes, from ‘Castir' through to ‘Extract', on top of the cushions just to keep the afghan in place. Finally, they had set several of the pillar candles on the floor to hold the corners of the afghan down - their solution to tent pegs. Nonetheless, being suitably impressed did nothing to negate the fact that the twins had dismantled Mom's livingroom to make their impromptu indoor fort.

"Oh, boy," Brad mumbled quietly as we stared at the boys. They peered up at their grandmother from beneath their afghan tent. Lindsay moved up beside me, wrapping her left arm around my leg.

"Indeed, you're just playing," Mom said. "Come out of there this instant."

The twins suddenly realized that they were in serious trouble and hesitated, looking at me for help and guidance and protection. Mom turned her head to look at me, too, and, for the briefest of moments, I saw a look in her eye which I recognized immediately. My head nod was barely visible. I turned back to the twins. "Do as your Ouma says," I told them.

Lindsay's grip tightened around my leg, fearing for her brothers, and Brad grasped my hand in his. The twins, however, stayed put and looked at me with desperation in their young faces. "Come on out," I said firmly.

They began to do so, slowly. . . until Mom said, "Spit spot!" Then they scrambled out and to their feet, clutching each other's hand and waiting for the hammer to fall.

"W-we were just c-c-camping, Ouma," Jeremy stuttered. He'd never done that before.

"I can see that," Mom said to them, still with a scowl on her face. I had to work hard stifling my laughter. "What I don't see is your camping snacks. Where are they?"

"We don't have any," Justin said, obviously confused.

Mom's face softened and the smile I knew would be coming finally came. "Then we shall have to make some, shan't we?"

Justin and Jeremy looked at each other, still unsure what was going on.

"I believe Rice Krispie Squares would make a smashing camping snack, don't you?" Mom continued.

The twins' frowns turned upside down and became identical beaming smiles as identical heads began bobbing up and down. Beside me, Brad relaxed his grip on my hand and Lindsay let her arm drop away from my leg.

"Follow me," Mom said. "We'll make your treats whilst your fathers build you a proper tent." She left her laundry basket there on the floor and headed toward the kitchen. The boys fell in behind her. "Come, Lindsay," she added without looking back. "You can help, too."

* * * * *

With Brad's help and direction, along with two diningroom chairs, two soft and Springtime Fresh smelling wool blankets, four matching, multi-coloured, terrycloth beach towels, and goodly portion of Mom's supply of clothes pegs, we created something which very-much resembled a pup tent - much to the delight of the twins. For their part, the boys and Lindsay, along with their grandmother, had created excruciatingly delicious Rice Krispie Squares (following an emergency trip to the store for more marshmallows because Mom had less in the pantry than she had thought) which they eagerly shared with their Daddies inside their tent.

There's just something about kids and Rice Krispie Squares that can turn a rainy day to sunshine and two grown men into little kids again. It was well worth the effort.

* * * * *

As had been forecast earlier that morning, the rain continued throughout the day. For the most part, Brad and I kept the kids busy and out from under Mom's feet whilst still scouring the Internet for apartments. Brad found two property managers who help people find rental accommodations and we made appointments for the next day to sign ourselves up as clients. Brad even clicked his way through that popular classifieds website, passing the phone numbers to me so I could phone and get more info on the apartments or houses. I made appointments to view them if I felt it would be worth our time to look at them. However, for every appointment I made, there were five which I declined. In the end, we had a short list of two apartments and one small house. We would go to see them over the next two days.

But wait. I had mentioned two things happening that day, hadn't I? Well, that wasn't it. The second thing wouldn't happen until later in the afternoon.

To Be Continued​

 

[thermodynamics]

Grrrrrr.... another one of your wicked cliffhangers after another wonderful chapter.

 

[gsdx]

Grrrrrr.... another one of your wicked cliffhangers after another wonderful chapter.

That was accidental, and I apologize for it. There were 2 things I wanted to happen in this chapter but, by the time I finished with the first one, I didn't have the time to write the second one, and I didn't want to just scramble through it, so I left it as a 'mini' cliffhanger.

 

[BlueD]

That was accidental, and I apologize for it. There were 2 things I wanted to happen in this chapter but, by the time I finished with the first one, I didn't have the time to write the second one, and I didn't want to just scramble through it, so I left it as a 'mini' cliffhanger.

sad sad sad.... I hate life!

anyway, great chapter Neil, after a long time of not having any sex in the story

 

[Kyanimal]

O.K.! That does it! ...

I'm not going to "bug" You about Publishing, any more, Neil! Heck! You're already doing that, "here" on JUB, anyway!

NOW ... I'm going to start "bugging" You about getting in touch with the "proper peeps" at "Showtime", "HBO", or "something"!! This last chapter, alone, even without all that went before it, could stand as an Episode, somewhat similar to "QAF" (which was filmed in Toronto, btw!), but ... much better!! There is SO much "depth" in it's "simplicity"!!

"Watching Brad" NEEDS to get out to a much wider audience!! What you have already written is worth at least several Seasons as it is!!

Seriously, Man! Though the screen writers, etc., etc., would make some changes, the "core" of what YOU have created, so far, SHOULD be distributed to the "rest" of The World! And, now I'm thinkin' TV is the way to go! (Plus the DVD's, etc., that would certainly follow!)

And ... You wouldn't be under any pressure! You could continue at your own pace while "they" catch up! There is already TONS of material for "them" to work with, while You keep going as You wish!!

At least ... give it a "thought" ... hey??

Keep smilin'!!
Chaz

 

[upyrkilt469]

There is one thing Neil. The cliffhangers made us anxious for the next chapter. Thanks for a great read.
Vic

 

[walkabout]

awesome chapter yet again mate...love those hangers!

 

[harry113]

Great chapter Neil, Thanks.
Back to family life with the kids, wonderful!! ( And the sex !! )
And another cliffhanger ... What happens in the afternoon ????
Have yourself a happy Christmas.
Hugs
Harry

 

[mikell6581]

Great, as always.
Thank very much, I agree with KYANIMAL...
SHOWTIME NEED'S A REPLACEMENT
FOR QAF... THINK ABOUT IT..
KEEP UP THE GREAT WORK

 

[Trent0n1]

Another riveting chapter Neil....thanks so much!

Trent