Date: Sun, 18 Jun 2000 22:26:39 EDT
From: RogerNeon@aol.com
Subject: Brad & Uncle Marty Part 6

BRAD, MARTY, & AARON - PART 6

	Over the next few weeks Brad and Aaron spent as much time together
as they could, though privacy wasn't always easy to find.  Marty, who was
now in the midst of a passionate romance with Jake, was generous in letting
them use his apartment.  However, even this wasn't always convenient; at
times Marty's daughters were there, and at others Jake was there.  So,
there were quick kisses and gropes in corners of the locker room and other
odd locations, and the two young men became experts at quick blow and hand
jobs with only their cocks out of their clothes.  There were even a couple
sessions under a blanket in the back of the Nomad, but it was such an
easily-recognizable car that this was very risky.

	Brad's grades had improved somewhat when he started spending more
time with Marty, but Tim and Jill were amazed to see his grades improve
even more after Aaron came on the scene.  Aaron seemed to have a knack for
explaining things to Brad in a way that made sense to him, but he was
insistent that he was only helping.  Brad still had to do his own work,
unlike some of the other school jocks whose girlfriends wrote papers and
did research to keep them from flunking.  Brad noticed how pleased Aaron
was when he received a good grade on a test or paper, and this in some
undefined way made him work even harder on his studies.

	Not that studying was always without problems.  One evening, Brad
and Aaron were sitting at a table in Brad's room reading their textbooks
when Aaron said "do you MIND?  We're supposed to be studying here!"

	"I really don't think you want me to stop," Brad smirked back, and
instead of withdrawing his hand from Aaron's thigh, he reached farther on
to grope what definitely was not a soft dick in Aaron's pants.  Aaron
realized Brad was right, and his hand found Brad's under the table.  Their
fingers intertwined and he leaned over to kiss Brad.

	However, he managed to pull away after only a moment, reminding
Brad "we, I mean YOU, really have to finish this chapter tonight.  Let's
try to concentrate on it."  Just a few pages later, Aaron felt the familiar
fingers wander up inside his shirt to his nipple, which they expertly found
and had hard in an instant.  Aaron tried to give an exasperated look, but
it was extremely difficult to hide the fact that he enjoyed what was
happening.  "C'mon Aaron," Brad said, "you know what I want."

	"Well, go ahead and take it then," Aaron answered, still trying his
best to sound annoyed.

	In an instant, Brad was between Aaron's knees unzipping his pants.
As the zipper slid down, he said "I think I smell a rat here.  What kind of
a guy comes over saying he wants to study, but isn't wearing any
underwear??"

	"I guess you caught me there," Aaron answered, with a little
mock-sheepishness in his voice.

	Brad didn't wait to talk any more.  In a flash, he had Aaron's
pants down around his ankles and his dick in his mouth.  With the fingers
of one hand working Aaron's nipples, Brad sucked harder and faster.  His
cocksucking technique had improved rapidly, and soon Aaron was having
difficulty staying still in the chair and his voice down.  Brad's wet, warm
lips slid down, the back up the length of Aaron's cock, then wrapped
themselves around the head.  He heard fast, shallow breathing and increased
his stroking/sucking technique while squeezing Aaron's nipple hard.
Aaron's entire body shivered, and he let out a huge breath at the same time
that he shot a big wad into Brad's mouth.  Brad sucked it down eagerly,
then looked up, grinning.

	Aaron smiled and reached out to stroke Brad's cheek.  Brad rose
partially from the floor, and Aaron hugged him close for a "thank you"
kiss.  In another moment, he had his pants back up, and they were both
concentrating on their books again.  In about 45 minutes they finished the
chapter, and Aaron was satisfied with Brad's answers to his review
questions.  Aaron gathered his books and got ready to leave.

	Brad followed him downstairs, where Aaron said "goodnight" to the
Taylor family.  He then said "Brad, I think you may have left something in
my car.  You'd better come check."  They went out the back doors and
started to cross the yard.

	"What do you mean about leaving something in your car?  You know I
didn't."

	"This is what I mean," Aaron answered, as he pushed Brad into a
dark corner.  His lips were on Brad's and they hugged each other close.
There was just a trace of Aaron's jism in Brad's mouth as tongues explored
mouths.  Aaron very quickly had his hand on Brad's bulging crotch, and a
few seconds later had his pants halfway down to his knees.  Aaron dropped
his knees and started kissing the inside of Brad's thigh, which he knew
would drive him crazy.  He slowly worked his way up, then paused a moment
with the soft fuzz on Brad's balls tickling his chin and the cock just
above them across his face.  He looked up at Brad, and even in the dim
light, the lust and possibly something a bit more burned in their eyes.
Actually seeing his cock feed into Aaron's mouth was almost as arousing to
Brad as the sensation of his hot, wet mouth.  Brad's hips began to thrust
as he gently guided Aaron's head.

	His speed increased automatically, but Aaron sensed he was near
shooting, and abruptly pulled his mouth free.  "Come on, don't stop now,"
Brad hissed.  Aaron waited a few seconds, then continued the blowjob.
Twice more, he stopped, with Brad practically pleading for him to keep
going.  Finally, Aaron increased his suction and speed.

	"Ooooohhhhh...." Brad softly moaned, "oh Fuck!"  His first jet of
cum hit the back of Aaron's throat so hard he almost coughed, but he kept
swallowing the successive waves until they finally stopped.  It took a
minute for Brad to catch his breath, but when he did, he pulled Aaron to
his feet to return the thank-you kiss Aaron had given him earlier.

	They stayed in each other's arms for several more minutes before
they reluctantly had to let go.  "Get lots of sleep tonight," Aaron
murmured, "you'll need it for the game tomorrow."

	"I won't have any trouble sleeping after this," Brad answered as he
copped a last feel of Aaron's butt.  After another quick kiss Aaron was
gone.  Brad slipped into the house without attracting any notice, and
within a few minutes was sound asleep.  Aaron was content as he drove home,
but still wished for more time and privacy.

	The next day was so busy that neither guy had any time to even say
hello to each other, though they did exchange glances as Brad and the other
team members suited up in the locker.  Aaron was busy making sure all the
team's equipment was in order and on the field at the proper time.

	Up until three quarters of the way through, the game was fairly
routine.  The opposing team was generally considered to be the inferior of
the two.  However, something suddenly gave them a greater will to win, and
an easy victory for Brad's team suddenly didn't seem so apparent.  Brad was
playing harder than he normally had to.  Perhaps this made him a little
more tired than usual, and he possibly was less alert.  However, for
whatever reason, Brad suddenly realized the ball he had thought was at the
opposite end of the field was now very near him.  He moved towards it, and
without warning felt what seemed like two freight trains hit him.

	He went down in a pile of bodies, and as his left leg twisted, he
felt a searing pain shoot from his knee all the way to his ankle.  The
officials called time out, and began to sort out the tangle of players'
bodies.  Brad was on the bottom, but when he was finally uncovered, the
pain in his leg was so severe that he couldn't get up.  Brad flinched as
gentle hands examined his knee, which was already swelling.

	Through the haze of pain Brad realized that it was Aaron carefully
removing his shoe and sock, taking care not to disturb his knee any more
than necessary.  He next felt an ice pack being strapped to his knee.
Unknown to Brad, Aaron had watched aghast as Brad went down in the mass of
players.  He sensed, rather than saw that Brad was injured, and was on the
field with his large first aid kit before coaches or anyone else even
realized anything was wrong.  Aaron expertly fastened a splint around the
injured leg, and when the paramedics arrived a moment later there wasn't
much left for them to do except move brad onto a stretcher.  As careful as
they were, Brad's face was distorted with pain, his teeth clenched.

	The Taylor family converged on the stretcher as it came off the
field, displacing Aaron from his place beside it.  Jill was nearly beside
herself with a mother's concern for an injured child, though Tim managed to
remain reasonably calm.  Aaron could not see past the crowd of people
around the ambulance, but for a very brief instant Brad's face came into
view, and their eyes locked.  In another moment, the ambulance doors were
closed and it was pulling away.  Aaron stood for several minutes, watching
until the big red and white vehicle was out of sight.  Only then did he
realize that the remainder of the game had to played, and he still had his
duties to carry out.

	For Aaron, the rest of the game was hardly more than a blur.  He
performed his duties automatically, his mind several miles away at the
hospital emergency room.  The game turned out to be a stunning defeat for
his team, but he hardly noticed.  As soon as he could get all his gear put
away he was running to his car, and seconds after that was driving as fast
as he could towards the hospital.

	When he arrived there he found that Brad had been admitted, and
Aaron took the elevator to Brad's floor.  He slipped unnoticed past the
small lobby where Tim and Jill were in the middle of an extremely
serious-looking consultation with two doctors.  The only thing he was able
to hear was Tim's voice asking "so orthoscoptic surgery isn't an option?"
To Aaron's ears, this did not sound promising, but he continued on to
Brad's room, where he slipped in quietly.

	He found Brad resting quietly in his hospital bed.  Medication had
dulled the throbbing pain in his knee, but he looked very pleased to see
Aaron.  "How are you feeling?" Aaron asked.

	"Better.  My knee still hurts, but they've got me pretty well doped
up.  They've already told me that I'm going to have surgery tomorrow
morning, so I guess I won't be on the soccer field for a little while, at
least."  Aaron had already heard that the operation would not be of the
orthoscopic type, which leaves only a tiny incision.  He knew that this
likely meant there would be a major incision which would take a long time
to heal.  Brad continued "they x-rayed my injured knee first.  Then they
said they wanted to do a cat scan.  What I don't understand is why they
scanned BOTH of my knees."

	Fear and uncertainty showed on Brad's face.  With automatic
instinct Aaron's hand found Brad's, and they silently held hands for
several minutes.  They were so absorbed in each other that they were
startled to hear the door open, and someone come into the room.  They
immediately released their hands, but not fast enough to be unseen.  Almost
in unison they said "Jake!"

	Jake quickly surveyed the scene, and then smiled.  His white
nurse's uniform emphasized his dark good looks as he moved into the room.
He gave both guys a kiss, then proceeded to take Brad's blood pressure and
temperature.  "Brad, your coach is here, and I think he'll be down here
with your mom and dad in just a minute."  Looking at Aaron, he said
"there's a small waiting room at the south end of this corridor that almost
nobody uses.  Head down there and I'll come get you when the coast is
clear."

	With a quick kiss on Brad's lips, Aaron was gone without a sound.
"Jake, I think there's something they're not telling me," Brad said.  "Can
you tell me what it is?"

	Jake looked at Brad's chart and said "not entirely, but the
radiology reports aren't all back.  What I can tell you is that you're
going to be out of commission for at least two months.  You should be
walking before then, but you won't be able to do anything strenuous, and
that unfortunately includes soccer."

	Brad was stunned, but before he could say anything more, his
parents and coach were in the room.  Jake left the room, and they confirmed
what Jake had told him.  Jill wanted to stay with Brad all night, but Tim
managed to persuade her that it would much more helpful if she got a good
night's sleep.  "Besides," Tim continued, "Marty's friend Jake is a nurse
on this floor and he'll take very good care of him."  Reluctantly she
agreed, saying that they would be back before Brad went into surgery in the
morning.

	After the Taylors had left, Jake found Aaron and said he could see
Brad again.  The ward was quieting down for the night and there was not
much activity in the halls.  Jake told Aaron "I'm going to put a `do not
disturb' sign on the door.  You can have an hour with him, and then you've
got to clear out."

	Aaron sat quietly next to Brad's bed for a short while, neither of
them saying much.  Aaron went to the door, opened it quietly, looked out,
then let it close.  He switched off the lights and moved back to the bed.
Brad heard Aaron's shoes drop softly to the floor and the sound of his
pants being unbuckled and unzipped.  "What are you doing?" he asked.

	"Getting undressed.  What do you think?"

	A moment later, Brad felt Aaron slipping carefully into bed with
him.  Brad's right arm reached out and hungrily pulled him close.  Their
kiss was long and passionate, but it eventually broke, and Aaron snuggled
close to Brad, his main object being to stay in contact with him for as
long as possible.  However, despite the pain medication and serious injury,
Brad's cock was standing straight up almost immediately.  Aaron's was in a
similar condition seconds later.

	Aaron felt Brad's fingers encircle his cock under the covers, and
he reached out to find Brad's cock.  The confined space didn't allow for
much more, but Brad threw back the sheets so both guys could look down at
their hard cocks as they jacked.  Aaron's hand pulled skillfully and
lovingly at Brad's cock, stroking with a gradually-increasing rhythm.  Brad
matched the tempo with Aaron's cock, and before long both of them were
breathing faster and thrusting upward.  Brad turned to lock his lips on
Aaron's as their stroking shifted into top speed, and they shot their wads
at the same time.  Brad released the kiss long enough to catch his breath,
feeling Aaron's warm cum on his hand.  Aaron re-initiated the kiss, but
broke it in a couple minutes and got up to find a washcloth.

	With the warm washcloth, he wiped Brad's cum off of his hand, and
his own cum out of his pubes.  He rinsed the cloth and repeated the same
process for Brad.  He snuggled up to Brad again, and soon heard Brad's
breathing become steady and soft.  He carefully took Brad's arm from around
his shoulders and slipped out of the bed.  Dressing quickly, Aaron leaned
over and planted a soft kiss on Brad's lips.

	Walking softly down the hall, Aaron caught Jake's eye.  "He's
asleep now," he told Jake, who followed him to the elevator.

	Waiting for the elevator, Jake told Aaron "don't worry.  We'll take
good care of him."  He quickly gave Aaron a hug and a kiss and propelled
him into the waiting elevator with a pat on the ass.

	As the elevator doors closed Aaron thought "I'll make DAMN sure
they take good care of him!"

TO BE CONTINUED.....