Date: Mon, 28 Jun 2004 17:44:22 GMT
From: Drew <drewseyboy24@excite.com>
Subject: Brad Part 10

	"I think I need to go home." I said flatly.
	"Sure."
	He drove me straight home. We'd been gone less than an hour. I went
inside, straight upstairs to my room. My mother had been on the deck and
heard me come in. She could sense in my footsteps that there was trouble in
paradise. I ran into my room and flung myself onto the bed. I rolled over
and stared at the ceiling. I could hear Matt driving away. I felt
horrifically guilty. Matt meant what he said, I knew that now, but it was
too late. I had blown it big time- again. I had hurt him too. The list of
people I was hurting was growing entirely too fast. There was a knock on my
door.
	"Come in." I knew it was my mother.
	"Honey, are you okay?"
	"I'm fine." She knew better.
	"I take it it didn't go too well with Matt."
	"I fucked up big time."
	"I'm sure it wasn't that bad."
	"Matt tried to tell me something and I just shut him down."
	"Do you want to talk about it?"
	"No."
	She turned and left without another word. I heard her footsteps on
the deck below my window. I heard voices. There were some of the
neighborhood kids playing in the pool. I wanted desperately to fast forward
my life. I wanted to see how all this would work out, that would make going
through it a lot easier. I gave Matt enough time to get home, and then I
called him.
	"Matt, this is Drew."
	"I know."
	"Look man, I'm sorry about what I said, this whole thing just
sucks. I know you meant what you said."
	"So?"
	"So, I want to apologize, I guess."
	"For what? You don't trust me, you don't like me, and you think I'm
a spoiled brat whose used to getting his own way. I know. Brad told me. I
just wanted to change your mind."
	"You talked to Brad?"
	"Yeah, he called me yesterday afternoon."
	"What did he say?"
	"He told me what you really think of me."
	I couldn't think of anything to say. I'd never told Brad what I
really thought of Matt. It wasn't any of Brad's business what I thought of
Matt. I made my decision.
	"Matt."
	"What?"
	"It isn't true."
	"What isn't?"
	"What you said to me at JoAnne's...I feel that way about you too."
	He was silent. This was an enormous gamble, but I took it. What if
my original suspicion was right and I'd just fallen for it? What if it was
the other way around? What if Brad was after me to keep Matt from getting
what he wanted? Why am I such a hot commodity all of a sudden? If we can't
just have sex and nothing else, then why can't we go back to the way things
were? Matt still hadn't responded.
	"Matt? Are you still there."
	"Yeah. Come over here."
	"I'll be there in a minute"
	I ran out of the house, my dad was walking through the den on his
way to the kitchen when I almost knocked him over. I was out the door
before he could say anything. When I got to Matt's house, I drove around
back and parked where I usually did. His parents weren't home.
	"He met me at the back door. We went inside. There was someone
sitting on the couch. He had short black hair. When he heard us come in, he
turned around. Brad. What the hell?
	"What are you doing here?" I asked.
	"We need to talk."
	Matt pushed the coffee table out of the way, pulled an armchair
around to face the couch and motioned for me to sit in it. He sat next to
Brad on the couch. This looked like a warped version of the climactic scene
of "Chasing Amy."
	Matt started, "Brad called me on my cell phone and I stopped by and
picked him up. When you called, I decided to get this whole crappy mess
straightened out. So, Andrew, who will it be? Brad or me?"
	My mouth went completely dry and I couldn't make a sound. They both
looked at me, hoping that I would pick him.
	"I can't. You're asking me to pick between you...I can't do that."
	"Sure you can," Brad assured.
	"No, Brad, I can't. You mean too much to me, I don't want to hurt
either of you."
	"This hurts a hell of a lot worse." Matt said.
	"I know."
	"Try making a list of pro's and con's. What are your favorite and
least favorite things about us?"
	I looked at Brad like he must be crazy. On the exterior, Matt was
the obvious choice. By strictly material standards, Matt was gorgeous,
rich, sweet, and best of all: crazy about me. But, Brad...I don't know. The
only one that could ever please me was the son of a preacher man, right? I
looked at each of them, pleading with them not to make me do
this. Decisions were never something I was good with, especially when it
really mattered.
	"I can't." I said finally. I got up and walked toward the door.
	"Who fucks better?" Brad asked, as I opened the door to leave.
	Matt gave him a dirty look, but Brad just shrugged.
	"Why don't you fuck each other?" I asked and walked out. I was half
way across the gravel when Matt's voice called out from behind me.
	"Andrew, wait!" I kept walking. "Andrew, please." I stopped. I
could hear a sense of pleading desperation in his voice. I turned
around. Matt leaped into my arms and kissed me. He wrapped his arms around
me so tight that I could barely breath- he was strong. Brad stood on the
steps watching. I returned the kiss as passionately as I could at the
moment. When he stopped I lowered him back to the ground.
	"I shouldn't have done that." Matt said
	"Yes, you should have."
	"Brad." He looked up at me hopefully.
	"You're a good friend, thank you for some great times. See you on
Monday."
	Even Matt was shocked with the coldness of that.
	"Matt. See you later." I turned and walked away. I left them
standing side by side, looks of anger on their faces. I'd royally screwed
up. I had been right all along; I didn't deserve either of them.  I drove
down the street and waited a few minutes. I snuck back to his house on
foot. The backdoor was unlocked, so I crept in. Matt's car was still
outside, so I knew he hadn't left to take Brad home yet. I looked around
for them. I heard sounds coming from upstairs. I slowly, silently went up
the stairs. The door to Matt's room was open. Boy did I get an eye full.
	There was the two of them on Matt's bed. Both were stark
naked. Brad was on top, face fucking Matt as hard as he could. I could see
the muscles of Brad's ass moving with each stroke. Matt's cock was hard as
a rock and needed some attention. It was leaking pre-cum. I stood in the
open doorway watching the hottest scene in history. Both were enjoying this
moment. I backed out the door and hid myself as Brad moved off Matt's face.
	When I looked back around, they were 69'ing. Brad's head was
bobbing up and down on the mountainous shaft of Matt's cock, his hands
rubbing up and down his thigh muscles. My own cock stood at full mast in my
jeans as I watched the two hot, horny teens sucking. I couldn't resist. I
walked over to the bed, wet my finger and shoved it up Brad's ass as it
moved over Matt's body. Brad looked up.
	"Go away." He said.
	I pretended not to hear.
	"You had your chance- now fuck off."
	Matt stopped; Brad's legs were in his line of sight, so he didn't
know what was going on. He craned his neck to see around Brad's thigh. He
saw me and pushed Brad off him. He got up. I turned and left.
	"Wait!" he yelled. "Wait. It's not what you think."
	He got up off the bed and trotted after me, his still erect cock
bouncing wildly glistening with Brad's saliva. I got to the top of the
stairs when he grabbed my arm.
	"Please, don't go!"
	I yanked my arm out of his grasp and ran down the stairs. He
followed. He got to the door and was still calling after me. I disappeared
down the driveway. I was still going pretty fast to get away. By the time I
got home, there were four messages on my cell phone voicemail from Matt. He
tried to explain that he didn't think I cared so he decided that Brad
needed some attention. But that he still loved me. He didn't love Brad-
that was just sex. He wanted me to come back. I didn't want either of
them. I was so disgusted with the whole thing I just wanted to vomit.
	A few days passed and I didn't speak to either of them. Matt had
tried to talk, but I just brushed by him. Brad hadn't even attempted to
talk to me and that suited me just fine. After a few days, my initial
disgust subsided and I decided that I would stick with Matt. Matt was a
serious person who would never have kneeled before me in a public place
unless he truly meant it. Maybe Brad and he had been a desperate moment of
weakness. Apparently Matt had those moments from time to time.
	Wednesday afternoon, when Matt came out to his car to go home, I
was waiting for him. He looked keenly at me.
	"Matt, we need to talk." I said. "I'm an idiot. I know you meant
what you said to me and I know I didn't respond like I was supposed to. I
don't know what else to say except that I'm sorry and that I love you and
that I want to be with you and that...well."  He didn't smile. He just
unlocked his door and got in. I tapped on the window. He drove away. Well,
that didn't go very well. I must have really hurt him.  Once I got home, I
was out back in the pool; I wasn't in the mood to swim, so I was just
sitting on a float, drifting around. My mother appeared at the sliding
glass door.
	"Drew, honey, there's someone here to see you."
	"Who is it?"
	No response. I looked over to the door. Instead of my mother was
Matt. He was dressed very well, even more gel in his hair than usual. He'd
obviously gone out of his way to look hotter than ever. I just laid there,
my wet body glistening in the late afternoon sun. We just looked at each
other for a while. He came over and sat cross legged at the edge of the
pool. Neither of us said anything. We didn't need to. We just sat there
looking at one another for a rather long time.
	"Let me get dressed."  I got out of the pool and went
upstairs. When I came back down, Matt was in the kitchen with my mother.
	They hadn't seen me yet, so I remained hidden. My sister was
upstairs in her room and my dad wasn't home yet.
	"Mrs. Gerrish, how long have you known about me and Andrew?"
	"This guy named Brad came by one night and I overheard them
talking. Your named was mentioned. Drew and I talked about it a little
afterwards. Other than that, I don't know anything."
	"Okay."
	She was cooking dinner and Matt was standing behind her.
	"Matthew, do you love my son?"
	"Yes. I do. More than anything."
	"I love him too...I just don't want to see him get hurt. I know he
will. I don't want it to be you that does it, that's all."
	"We've already done that. Drew and I have crushed each other a
couple of times but we're still alive."
	I could hear her smile. "I'm sure you have."
	"Mrs. Gerrish...what do you think of me?"
	"You seem like a nice person. I hope you'll join us for dinner."
	"That would be nice."
	"Good."
	I walked in. They both took a step further away from each other.
	"Matt will be staying for dinner." Mom announced.
	"Good." I said. I was a bit nervous about him meeting my father,
but he needn't know that Matt was anything but a friend from school.
	"I should call your parents and tell them you're here."
	"They're not home."
	"Where are they?"
	"They're semi-retired, so they travel a lot. I think they're in LA
this week."
	"So you have your house to yourself?"
	"Most of the time."
	"Well, if you ever get lonely, there's always room here." My mother
offered.
	My mother just invited my lover to stay with us. Wow! Who'd have
thought that day would ever come.
	"Really?"
	"We have a guest room that would be perfect for you." She said with
a smirk.
	"That'd would be nice sometime."
	My dad drove in the driveway and parked under the carport. We
listened as he came in. Once he was there, the proper introductions were
made. He seemed to be in a decent mood tonight- that was definitely a good
thing. My sister was summoned and she came clunking down the stairs. She
was properly introduced to Matt. At, 14, my sister's pretty perceptive, but
I doubt she thought anything was out of the ordinary with his relationship
to me. Nonetheless, we made a point of just being friends around the dinner
table. Conversation was light, not much but the usual banter and what we
did today and so on. I could tell that Matt was accustomed to eating alone.
	After dinner, my dad decided that we should play a board game. He
did that occasionally. Often when a new friend came over- that gave him a
chance to see his/her personality- he had been an FBI profiler before he
retired and decided to run for public office. Now do you see why I was
worried about him meeting Matt? It wasn't that he's mean or overbearing or
suspicious of my every move- although he can be. It's because the man is
brilliant to the point of being scary when it comes to figuring people
out. I was afraid he'd spot Matt and me instantly- after all, never
underestimate the power of denial.
	The encouraging thing is that he had to like the friend before he
would bother to find out more about him. I objected but was overruled. Dad
knew that I didn't want to subject Matt to a night of Gerrish family board
games. We played his favorite: the original version of Trivial Pursuit in
the solid light blue box. I still don't know if they ate the last remaining
camel in Arizona and as long as it isn't my camel, I couldn't conceivably
care less. The game went well enough. Afterwards, Matt excused himself and
went home around 9:00.
	"What did you think of Matt, Dad?"
	He stared thoughtfully at the wall for a moment.
	"Typical adolescent, I think. Unsure of himself, shy around guys,
cocky around girls. Not one to judge, but he may be gay."
	"Matt's gay?" my sister Melissa asked.
	"Could be. He does a pretty good job of covering it."
	"If he is?" I asked.
	My Dad astounded me when he just shrugged and picked up the
newspaper. "It's a mad, mad world, son. They're folks of all kinds out
there."
	"Gay people don't bother you?"
	"Not really. Heterosexuals cause a hell of a lot more trouble. I've
never arrested a single outwardly gay person." He sounded somewhat proud of
that lack of achievement.
	"What about hate crimes?" Melissa asked.
	My father just looked at her. "Hate crimes are perpetrated on
homosexuals, not by them honey."
	I was stunned. My mom looked around the corner, she too was
surprised by his answer.
	"And," he continued, "I think you and he are together." He studied
my reaction, "Tonight's meeting didn't just happen. You wanted me to meet
your lover as a regular guy, right?"
	My jaw hit the floor. I didn't know what to say.
	"What makes you think that?" I managed to stammer.
	"Andrew, I know you think I'm not around much or that I don't pay
much attention to you, but I do. Guys come over here crying in the middle
of the night, sneaking out of the house to `meet about a project,' guys
calling on the phone pretending to be other guys. I might be an old fart,
but I'm not stupid."
	"If it were true, how would you feel about it?"
	"I don't like it." He sounded tense.
	"And?"
	"And...I still don't like it. But, it's your life- you have to
suffer the consequences."
	"But so will you."
	"If the guys at the station give me crap about it, I'll fire their
lazy asses," he raised his voice. That was my dad. "But, there are a few
rules."
	"What's that?"
	"Just like if you were dating anyone else...no alcohol, if you
insist on having sex at least be safe about it, don't stay out too late on
school nights, let us know where you're going, and so forth. You're 17,
there's not a damn thing I can do to stop you."
	I almost peed on myself I was so excited and relieved at that
reaction. That was the last reaction I'd expected. I'd expected to be
upstairs packing for the homeless shelter right now.
	"Are you really sure your not mad?"
	"I was pissed as hell at first. I almost kicked you out of the
house the night Brad came over here. I didn't overhear what you two said,
but I did come in to see what was going on and overheard you and your
mother talking. But, I thought about it and decided not to. You'll be
moving out in a few months anyway."
	I was ecstatic. After a few minutes, I calmed down enough to call
Matt and give him the good news.
	Sunday afternoon, I went over to Matt's house. He met me at the
door. We sat on the couch watching TV.
	"What's on?" I asked.
	"Nothing much. Just junk."
	"Really? I know what I want to be on."
	"What's that?"
	"You."
	We both laughed at my pitiful pick-up line.
	"All right, then, buster. You just hold on to your ass, daddy's a
comin'."
	He moved over and positioned himself over me. He leaned down with
his mouth and kissed me again. I could feel his tongue moving around in my
mouth, rubbing up against my teeth. I reached around his shoulders and
pulled him in tightly. I never wanted to let him go. I wrapped my legs
around his. He kissed my neck, and moved around my face while his fingers
slid up underneath my shirt. My shirt came up over my head as I lifted my
arms into the air. He looked back down at me. His lips went to my nipple
has he sucked one at a time.
	He brushed the stubble of his cheek against them. The sensation of
his facial hair against my hard tit was unbelievable. One of my hands was
on his back, the other in his hair. His lips moved down my body as I felt
the moisture of his mouth dotting my torso and stomach. I opened my eyes
and looked up at him. He sat back and returned my stare. I have never seen
anything so beautiful before or since.
	I put my hands behind my head and cleared my throat. His face
descended toward me again. He brushed his nose over the denim of my jeans;
my cock was beyond ready. He put my legs over his shoulders and his tongue
in my open pants. I could feel his breath blowing across my pubic hair, the
feeling of his lips brushing the edges of my cock. I felt the warm wetness
and I knew that my cock was in his mouth. His tongue swirled around the tip
while his head bobbed up and down.
	He stopped, undid his own pants. He leaned forward and kissed
me. The sweet earthy smell of his breath filled my nose. He leaned back
against the other arm and I got between his legs and sucked slowly. I sat
up and beat my own cock right in front of him. My own cock went and shot my
load all over his stomach and chest. He slid up against me and smeared my
cum all over both of us. His arms let go and his whole weight pressed onto
me. I could feel his whole body gasping for air and his stomach and chest
expanded. His head rested next to mine and I could feel his ears brushing
mine. I could feel his cock deflating against my inner thigh. I just lay on
the couch looking past his mussed hair. I just laid there gasping for
breath. He got up, zipped up his pants and walked toward the kitchen.
	"I'm hungry. You?"
	I had been so wrapped up in the moment, I hadn't noticed that I was
starving. I looked up over the back of the couch and watched him.
	"Drew? You alive?"
	"Yeah." I said dreamily laying back on the couch and reliving the
moment in my mind. "I'm hungry too."
	I could hear him open the refrigerator and start pulling things
out.
	"What are you doing?"
	"Fixing dinner."
	"You cook?"
	"Yeah. I cook most of the food in this house."
	"Your Mom doesn't cook?"
	"I love my Mom, but she can't make cereal without burning down the
house."
	We both laughed.
	"What are we having?"
	"Depends on what my love wants."
	"I'm kind'a full of you right now." I said. He shot me a coy look
and resumed searching the fridge.
	We eventually ended up grilling T-bones on the back porch. We
talked for a while. Matt is a huge Civil War guru. So, he told me about
different battles, Sherman's burning of Atlanta on his march to the sea. He
told me about how the Union Army marched just north of here on its way to
Vicksburg in Mississippi. I don't know much about history, but just seeing
him get excited about it made me want to pay more attention in American
History class. We just sat out on the back porch and talked as the sun went
down.
	I called home and told them that I was eating with Matt and that he
was an exceptionally good chef. I just stared in amazement at him, sitting
in the little white rocking chair, just slowly rocking back and forth and
looking out over the expansive back yard. He lived right on the edge of a
developed area and the house and land behind it had been part of a
plantation years ago. There were still several old buildings there. I asked
what they were for. He took me on a tour. When we got back up to the house,
we sat on the swing. Oh my God that was a beautiful scene- just the two of
us laughing and joking sitting on a swing on the back porch of a 140 year
old plantation home.
	"My folks'll be home in a few minutes." Matt said.
	I looked over at him. Neither of us wanted me to go home, but I
didn't object. I felt stupidly girly when I got home and found my yearbook
from last year and just sat staring at his picture. He looked hot then and
he looked even better now. Matt McConnelly is like a fine wine: he just
keeps getting better.

    Hopefully, you're still enjoying the story. Just so you know, this is
my first story ever...so constructive criticism is always appreciated.

          ~Drew.