Date: Sun, 1 Aug 2004 03:20:59 GMT
From: Drew <drewseyboy24@excite.com>
Subject: Brad- Part 13

	We walked back to the beach house in silence, the only sound the
crashing waves. Once we got back the house, no one said a word. No one
really knew what to say. I went to the room I'd put my stuff in and sat on
the bed. I could hear people moving around in the next room, but I couldn't
have cared less what was going on around me. I just sat there staring at
the carpet. There was a knock at the door.
	"What?"
	It was my mother. She didn't say anything. She just looked at me
with a sad look. I think she was sorry for me. The last thing on earth I
wanted was pity. All I wanted was for life to have a rewind button. I
couldn't decide if my best option was to cry, vomit or burst out laughing.
	"Are you all right?"
	"Yeah."
	She turned and left the room. A few minutes later, another knock.
	"I think we should head home. I think we've all seen enough drama
around here for one day." My dad said, not fully entering the room. I
walked out into the main room. No one looked up but my mother.
	"Are you ready?" she asked.
	"I guess so."
	The car ride home was interminable.
	The next day, I didn't have clue what to do. I needed to talk to
someone. I wanted to talk to Brad. The only problem was that Brad
justifiably and understandably hated my guts. I didn't know what else to
do. So, per usual, I did nothing.
	Monday came and went. That evening, I was still brewing about what
to do. Next week was spring break and I'd hoped to take Matt to the
mountains for a few days. Maybe Brad would go. I still wanted to talk to
him just because. Rather than call, I decided I would just stop by. I got
to his house and rang the doorbell. It was answered by Brad's father.
	"Rev. Morgan, is Brad home?"
	"Yes."
	"May I see him?"
	"I don't think that's a very good idea right now."
	I looked confused.
	"Come in, we need to talk."
	I have come to utterly despise that phrase.
	"Where is everyone?"
	"In here. Please." He ushered me into what appeared to be a library
or study. I had a feeling that this wasn't going to go very well.
	"What's wrong?" I asked.
	"I know you and Brad have classes together, but beyond school
business, I'm going to have to ask you not to see my son anymore."
	"Why not?"
	"Do you have any idea the havoc you have caused in this house?"
	"No."
	"Ever since Brad and you have been spending more time together,
he's become...well...unstable."
	I was confused.
	"Some days he comes home and is so happy and excited that he can
barely contain himself. Other days, he comes home and is so depressed, that
he just stays in his room and cries. That kind of emotional upheaval isn't
healthy for the long term. I don't know what you and Brad do while you're
together, nor do I want to know, but you have hurt my son one too many
times, Mr. Gerrish. So, leave him alone...please."
	"I don't understand."
	"Andrew, I'm not dumb, I know that you and Brad are together. Or at
least have been or might be or whatever. But you don't understand the
problem that presents me with."
	"What, a preacher's son being gay?"
	He just sat there, I could sense there was more to the story than
the good Reverend was telling me.
	"I have six children, my wife is a homemaker. So we've raised these
kids on a minister's salary. There's no way on this earth I can afford to
send them all to college without a lifetime's supply of student loan
debt. A member of the church who is vocally and vehemently opposed to
homosexuality offered about two years ago to pay for Brad's tuition. She
was serious, in fact her lawyer says that it is in her will that should she
pass away before that happens, his expenses are to be paid from her
estate. I'm not about to let him throw that away on something else that may
or may not be real or lasting. Nate has always been a problem child, but
the people of that church love Brad to pieces. If it wouldn't be considered
idolatry, they'd think he hung the sun, moon, and stars. It would devastate
them to find out that he is gay."
	"So that's it? That's why you don't want me to be around Brad? Brad
is going to find someone...I'm not the greatest catch on earth, but Brad
could do a hell of a lot worse than me. What if the next one comes complete
with studded leather, tattoos, and a tongue ring- then you'd send him
running back to me."
 	"I know that's a possibility, and they will get a version of the
same speech you just did and I'm not about to knowingly jeopardize my son's
life and future because of you. I'm sure you're a great guy who would love
Brad very much, but you're just not worth it to me, I'm sorry."
	My mouth hung open. I understood, but still couldn't quite believe
what I'd just heard. I heard a noise behind me.
	"Come in."
	Brad peeked around the door.
	"Drew?"
	"Please leave us alone." his father said calmly.
	Brad obediently shut the door, but the hallway was carpeted, so I
couldn't tell if he'd left or was still standing there. After all this
crap, I'd decided to swear off boys for a while. My experiences with Matt
and Brad were enough to drive anyone up the wall- including my readers. Why
couldn't I find a nice, normal guy who I like to be around, make out with-
have a great gay erotic story to tell and just leave it at that. Why did
life always have to come along and screw everything up.
	Well, I was eventually ushered out of the Morgan home and I drove
back to my own. I hadn't been there two minutes when the doorbell rang. My
mother answered it. I was looking down the stairs and could hear Brad's
voice.
	"Is Drew home?"
	"Yeah. Why?"
	Why was she being so antagonistic? I think she still preferred
Matt, even after what happened at the beach house.
	"May I speak with him?"
	"He's upstairs in his room. You know the way."
	I heard footsteps and then watched Brad tromp up the stairs. We
went into my room. I walked in, he shut the door behind himself.
	"I heard what my Dad said to you."
	"And?" I asked.
	"Why did you come back to my house? Where's Matt?"
	"Do you really want to know?"
	"Yeah."
	"Matt ran out on me. Said I'd made a mistake by choosing him over
you."
	"So, you came crawling back to me?"
	"Basically."
	He was silent for a moment.
	"Well, you'll have to do a little penance." He said mischievously.
	"What's that?"
	He stated rather loudly and matter of factly, "You can kiss my
ass."
	It threw me for a second because I couldn't decide if he meant a
literal rim job or did he mean it as the expression. It was the former. He
turned his back to me and folded his arms. I was sitting in a chair and he
backed over toward me. Getting Brad back was a hell of a lot easier than I
thought it would be. I could feel the warmth of his beautiful ass nearing
my face. I put my hands out and caressed the fabric of his jeans. I ran my
tongue along the outline of his ass as my hands moved around toward the
front of his pants. I could feel the bulge already forming.
	I pulled his shirt tail out and put the back of it over my head,
still licking the fabric and inhaling the scent of an ass that wanted me in
it so much it was painful. I undid his belt, and his fly, letting his pants
fall down to his ankles, now just the thin veil of, ooh, silk- he'd been
pretty damned sure of himself, stood between me and his essence. I wasted
no time. I pulled them down exposing the tiny little hairs that covered his
tight little butt. I stood up and pressed my hardened cock though my own
pants into his back and started rhythmically pushing. I felt our bodies
sliding together as my hands caressed his stomach. It was firmer. I think
Brad had been working out these last few months.
	I took out my cock and rubbed it up against his ass, the feel of
his skin sending shock waves up and down my body as I gently kissed his
neck and shoulder. I could hear him breathing and moaning softly. I stood
and turned him around; I could feel the warmth of his breath approaching my
face as I truly looked into his eyes for the first time. I could feel the
nervous energy increase as our bodies came closer and closer together. I
opened my mouth and swallowed his. The wetness of his hot tongue, the
roughness of his stubble scraping the sides of my face. The feeling was
thunderous. His slender torso pressed up against me as he wrapped his arms
around me and pulled me in so tight it almost hurt- almost.
	There was so much pressure inside my body, I felt like I would tear
in two if I didn't have him. I could feel his hands on my shoulders,
rubbing back and forth as his tongue tried desperately to take over my
mouth. I wanted him so badly, I couldn't stand it. I pulled back and pushed
him down on the bed and straddled his body. He looked up at me with a
lustful fire I had never seen before. His eyes were so intense and radiant,
that I had to look away. I stared instead at his narrow chest, heaving
under my weight.
	I got off him and wasted no time, I grabbed his hot cock in my
fingers and wrapped my wet, hungry lips around it. I could feel its heat in
my mouth as I sucked for all I was worth. He moaned and groaned as I kept
up the intense pace. I stopped, change of plan. I pulled up his legs by his
knees. He didn't know what I was about to do. I got in front of him and put
his legs on my shoulders. The time had come at long last. I leaned further
over and kissed him, right on his tight little hole. I pushed a little and
my tongue slipped into his ass. OOOHOLYSHIT the feeling of that pressure
surrounding my tongue. I moved it around and he went to writhing on the
bed. I could feel the hairs on his legs straining against my unrelenting
shoulder blades. I pulled out and went back to sucking up and down, the
feel of his wet cock in my mouth. He grabbed the sides of my head and
lifted me off him. I looked up at him. It was my turn. I rolled over onto
my back and waited for him to make his move. What would it be? Mouth? Cock?
Ass?
	Here he came...straight to my mouth, but he went to the side. He
took my ear lobe in his mouth and starting rubbing it with his tongue, his
hot breath passing through my hair. He made his way down my body. He picked
up my arm and inhaled all the way down, kissing the inside of my elbow. He
kept on going. I was so far into it, that I couldn't have cared less what
he was doing as long as he was touching me. All I wanted at that moment was
for him to have his hands all over my body. I stared as his bouncing cock
which was standing at full mast, just out of arm's reach. I felt something
wet...I looked...he was sucking my fingers one at a time. Then, he put four
fingers in his mouth and sucked on them. I drew my hand toward me, his head
following obediently with it. I turned his head and kissed him. He got on
top of me and we never broke our kiss.
	We got the stuff on and I felt him pressing against me. His cock
was begging for permission to enter. I relaxed and spread my legs. I could
feel his cock head pressing against my tight hole. With the lube, it slid
in. Oh the feeling of that rock solid cock in my ass! In and out...in and
out. I moved my body to his motion; ramming his cock in as far as it would
go. His breathing grew short and I knew it was about to come. He leaned
down and suck on my nipples as the pressure in his body grew to the break
point. Then it came...and came....then came some more.
                                ...
  	"I needed that." Brad panted as we lay on my bed.
	"Me too."
	We just laid there gazing into one another's eyes. We got dressed
just in time. There was a knock on the door. I answered.
	My mother said, "Is Brad staying for dinner?"
	"I think he should." I said.
 	We both turned and looked at Brad who was piddling with my
computer.
	"I'll have to call and let my mother know."
	"What's your number, I'll call her."
	Brad gave her the number and she went back downstairs. When she
picked up the phone, I hit the speakerphone and Brad and me sat in my room
and evesdropped on the conversation.
	"Mrs. Morgan? This is Sylvia Gerrish. I wanted to know if Brad
could eat dinner with me and my family tonight?"
	There was some shuffling in the background and Rev. Morgan came on
the phone.
	"Mrs. Gerrish, this is Brad's father. No, he may not eat in your
house tonight. He is forbidden to see your son outside of his school work."
	"I don't understand. Why not?"
	"You need to teach Andrew to keep his clothes on his body and his
hands off my son." He was very forceful.
	Usually, my mother met fire with fire, but she was so stunned by
the unexpectedness of it that she just sat quietly for a moment.
	"Besides," Rev. Morgan continued, "Brad doesn't own a car, how did
he get to your house?"
	I looked nervously at Brad.
	"I discovered a shortcut. By foot, your house is only a fifteen
minutes away from mine. With traffic, it takes that long in a car."
	"Boys? Are you evesdropping?" my mothers voice said on the
phone. We forgot we were on speaker.
	"Brad" his father's voice boomed, "You are to come home NOW."
	"No." Brad said simply.
	Everyone sat in stunned silence.
	"Brad, you know it is for your own good that I told you to stay
away from him. That boy is nothing but trouble."
	Mom was pissed.
	"Excuse me Mr. Morgan, but that is my son your talking about. I do
not appreciate you verbally accusing him of things that you have no proof
of. Do you have one shred of evidence of them being anything but ordinary
friends?"
	"No, not exactly." He was surprised.
	"This isn't is a damned Hertz commercial, so I suggest that you not
drag my A-student of a son's name through the mud because your son is
growing up and chooses to be around other people whom may or may not be to
your liking."
	"Ma'am, do you know who you're addressing?"
	"I don't care."
	"I am a minister of Word and Sacrament."
	"I don't care if you're the damned pope, if you keep harassing and
verbally assaulting my son, I will press charges."
	I knew Ma was bluffing, but no one else dared question her at that
point.  She rarely went on a rampage, war path, or tyrade, but when she
did, the best thing to do was shut-up and sit down- or disappear and let it
blow over.
	Now it was his turn. Listening to total stranger adults argue was
rather fun.
	"Ma'am, your son seduced Brad into having sex. Of that I am
certain. Did you know Andrew was even gay or are you so busy protecting
your sweet innocent little boy that you failed to notice?"
	She was livid. In her regular career, my mother is a parole officer
for the state penal system. When it comes to putting people in their
places, she's usually the one doing the putting. One of her pet peeves is
being contradicted and she tolerates insubordination from nobody, Reverend
or no.
	"As a matter of fact I did know my son is gay. He is in love with a
boy. But it isn't Brad." she sounded triumphant.
	There was silence. She just might win this argument after all.
	"What do you mean?"
	"My son is in love with someone named Matthew."
	He sat silently for a moment, clearly concocting a rebuttal.
	"Have you ever met this "Matthew"? Do you even know if he exists?"
He was dripping with sarcasm.
	"Yes, I have. In fact we went on a day trip to my parent's beach
house, we just got back. In fact, Matthew drove."
	"So your son is not only queer as a three dollar bill, he also a
polygamist."
	"WHAT?"
	"That's right. Your sweet innocent boy is trying to ride two horses
with one ass."
	"That is not true." My mother stated.
	"You don't know that."
	"Neither do you, so please don't call our house again unless you
have proof."
	"You called me!!" He yelled into the phone.
	"Then I'm hanging up." She slammed the phone down as hard as she
could.
	We heard her angry foot steps clunking up the stairs. She threw
open the door.
	"All right, you two. Out with it. I want the truth, every shred of
it. Now."
	Brad and I just sat there like deer in headlights.
	"Time's a wasting."
	We told her everything that we knew. She stood there, summing us
up. Her medium sized frame was suddenly very intimidating. We'd told her
the truth because Mom can spot a lie five miles away.
	"So, Andrew Michael Gerrish, which is it? Brad or Matthew? Which do
you want? I'll support you with either one, but not both."
	I just sat there again. She was waiting for an answer. I didn't
have one. I wanted Matt more, but Brad wanted me more. Brad sat there, the
longer I sat there, the more figity he became.
	"I can't." I said.
	"Then your answer is neither?" She said, trying to clarify.
	"No."
	"Both isn't an option."
	"You want me to choose right now?"
	"This whole Matt versus Brad thing has been going on forever and a
day. Now I'm tired of it and it's high time you made up your mind once and
for all so we all can get some peace and quiet around here."
	By the way she spoke on the phone, I think she secretly liked Matt
better. After all, he was yummy eye candy. I contented myself with staring
at the floor while my world swirled and threatened to implode.
	"I need to think about it." I said.
	Brad was hurt- majorly.
	"I think I'd better go." Brad said, getting up.
	"You're not going anywhere." My mother ordered. "My son either owes
you a kiss or an apology."
	"But..."
	"But nothing, Andrew...this has gone on long enough...Brad deserves
better than to be at your whim. So, either claim him now or set him free."
	"It's not that simple."
	"At this point, it's a yes or no question. The questions only get
tougher from here on out."
	"Do you love Brad?"
	"I don't know."
	"All right then, let's take a step back. Are you interested in
pursuing a relationship with him?"
	"Yes."
	"Are you interested in pursuing a relationship with Matt?"
	I paused for a rather long time "I don't know. I would, but he
left."
	"Then, you have your answer."
	Once my mother decided to end a conflict, she would not give up
until she had a definite answer in hand.
	She turned to Brad, "I'm sorry I got your father so riled up, but
you'd better head home and try to pacify him as best you can. If he lays a
finger on you, you let me know."
	"Yes, Mrs. Gerrish," he said hastily and rushed out of the room. He
was too terrified to be elated. I was too terrified to be terrified. I knew
a truth my mother didn't. Rev. Morgan really did only want the best for his
son: to be safe and to get a good education. I can't blame him for that. I
needed to cut Brad free. His relationship with his father may be ruined if
I insisted on staying in the picture. Or else, Brad would cut me off to
salvage his relationship with his father. I decided I wouldn't let it get
to that point. I resolved that tomorrow, after school I would end it with
Brad once and for all. I would rather be alone that hurt him ever again. We
sat at the dining room table and discussed the situation.

         Thanks for keeping with the story. I know it gets complicated and
it's not your run of the mill erotica, but then what's 'normal' in life? I
appreciate all your emails, both the praise and the criticism.
               ~Drew