Date: Thu, 27 May 2004 18:15:20 GMT
From: Drew <drewseyboy24@excite.com>
Subject: Brad- Part 9

	I laid in bed that night thinking about what I'd just done. It was
weird talking to his parents after what we had done to and with each
other. But, what they don't know won't hurt them. I closed my eyes. The
images in my head were so vivid; it was almost like he was there with
me. The graceful curve of his shoulders down his back; the way his long
thin fingers brushed lightly across my smooth back, the feel of his lips
against my neck, the bristle of his chin stroking mine as his tongue
searched the cavern of my mouth. My cock was wet and dripping as my hand
grasped the shaft. I reached over and got a hand towel ready to catch what
was coming. Slowly, I moved my hand up and down the length of my hot cock
as images of Brad's naked body flashed in my head. I started picking up
speed. I saw Brad, standing in my doorway, the room bathed in a low red
light. He walked toward me, sliding back and forth like an exotic dancer,
sliding his hands gracefully up and down his bare torso. His middle covered
by only by running shorts that were a bit too small for him. They were
Tarheel blue with a white strip down the sides. Slowly, methodically, he
pranced toward me as I laid on my bed.
	The look of heat and fire in his eyes was unparalleled; the gleam
came out at me like blazing embers. He was next to me, his hand brushing my
arm, a smile creeping slowly across his youthful face. He turned around and
gyrated his hips slowly, picking up speed. My hand never left my pulsating
cock as he moved. He turned back around with that faint smile playing at
the corners of his mouth. His hands grabbed the elastic band that held up
the shorts. Slowly, he slid the front down revealing the top few of his
cock hairs. He moved towards my head as I turned to the side. I licked my
lips; I was drooling over what I saw. The bulge in those shorts was
unmistakable. I switched hands, reaching out with my free hand toward his
insanely hot body as he moved ever closer, but still just beyond reach.  He
was smiling fully, his teeth glinting in the faint light. He was so close;
I could feel the heat from his body. He looked up and down my body as I
stretched out before him like a buffet. I wanted to speak, his fingers rose
to my face and he put his hand over my mouth and I relaxed. Still smiling,
he backed away, still moving back and forth like a dancer, rubbing himself
all over, up and down his chest, legs. He stopped and grabbed his cock
through the fabric. I was close. I glanced down, a shot of cum flew higher
than I've ever seen. He looked impressed. Then another, cum was flying out
of me like cannon fire. He moved back toward me. Leaning down, he stuck out
his tongue and licked up my cum off my body where it had landed. My knee,
then my thigh, then my chest. I could feel the dampness of his saliva
turning cold on my skin. I looked at his eyes, he returned my gaze- I knew
he was enjoying this. I knew what he wanted next. Then, he was
gone. Vanished. My room was empty and I was alone, just me, my thoughts,
and a hand towel. I put my head back on the pillow and hoped he'd return,
but he didn't. Slowly, the darkness of sleep overtook me.
	Friday came and went. Saturday.
	I was out front of our house cutting grass with an old push
mower. I was almost finished when a car drove up. I looked out. It was
Matt. Apparently, his car had been fixed. I never really noticed what kind
of car he drove, a black Audi. He was dressed in a nice T-shirt with an
open front cotton shirt over it, cargo pants, and dark sunglasses. He
looked incredible. I was all dolled up in a ragged undershirt, threadbare
khaki cut-offs, and an old hat. He smiled. I released the handle which cut
off the mower.
	"I saw you come to practice yesterday." Matt said.
	"Sorry about getting you out."
	"It wasn't a legal move anyway. What are you doing?"
	That was fairly obvious.
	"What are you doing?" I threw the question back playfully.
	"I wanted to know if you wanted to go somewhere."
	"Where?"
	"I don't know- where do you wanna go?"
	I laughed. He smiled- that gorgeous goofy toothy grin that sent my
head spinning. He was leaning up against his car trying to be all smooth.
	"I'm finished here. I was just trimming around the bushes. So, sure
I'll go somewhere. Just let me change."
	"It's a deal then."
	We went in the house. As I walked in, Matt followed. My Mom was in
the den vacuuming. She looked up and cut off the vacuum. I honestly had
forgotten about the other night and her overhearing Brad. So, I
nonchalantly said, "Mom, this Matt McConnelly. Matt, this is my mother
Sylvia."
	Apparently, he had forgotten too, he put out his hand and smiled
broadly.
	"Hello, Mrs. Gerrish."
	Her eyes widened and her jaw slackened. She was obviously
impressed. If her son was going to bring home a boyfriend...this wasn't a
bad choice.
	"Hello, Matt. How are you?"
	He noticed a slight tone in her voice- like she knew something. He
glanced over at me. I was already headed upstairs to change.
	"Please, sit down." She said, motioning to a chair. Her tall
slender frame sitting next to his narrow, muscular frame on the couch.
	"So, what are you two doing today?"
	"I don't know. Any suggestions?" He asked, that damn twinkle in his
eye. Then I passed out of earshot.
	Up in my room, I was panicking. Should I fake a problem and tell
Matt I'd see him later, did I tell him about Brad, did I not tell him about
Brad? What the hell should I do? I raced to get dressed. The less time Matt
spent being raked over the coals by my mother the better. I walked down the
hall to the top of the stairs. I heard I sound I hadn't heard in ages. My
mother was laughing. My mother doesn't laugh! Matt was talking, laughing at
the same time. They were chatting like old friends, what the fuck? I came
clunking down the stairs. They both calmed down. My mother was wiping a
tear from her eye. I still couldn't believe what I'd seen. I looked
confused.
	"What's going on?" I asked.
	"Nothing," my mother responded, trying to regain her composure.
	"I was just telling your mom a story." Matt said, still grinning
broadly.
	"What was it?"
	"Nothing important? Are you ready to go?"
	"Yeah."
	Mom was still smiling, cutting a sideways glace at Matt as he stood
up. She definitely took a look at his ass. I can't blame her. Isn't that
the eleventh commandment, `thou shalt not covet thy son's boyfriend?' I
think the meeting of Matt and Mom had been productive. I just wished that
Brad's first impression had been better. Maybe the Brad vs. Matt question
wasn't as solved as I'd hoped. Damn. We went out to his car and drove off.
	"Where are we going?" I asked.
	"We could... do lots of things." Matt replied.
	"True."
	"Can I ask you a question?"
	"As long as it doesn't have to do with love, emotions, sex,
feelings, Brad, or relationships, then yes."
	"Oh. Well...um...then...how `bout them 'Dawgs?"
	My heart was tearing in two. I think I love Brad. God knows I don't
want to hurt him anymore, but then there's Matt- sitting there, his arms
outstretched, his fingers wrapped around the steering wheel, his legs
extended beneath the dash, those dark sunglasses perched on his perfect
nose, which complemented his perfect face, which complemented his perfect
body. My mother apparently adored him instantly, he can be sweet and
charming when he wants to be. DAMN IT ALL TO HELL!!! WHY CAN'T I MAKE UP MY
FUCKING MIND?!?!?!? I wanted to scream, but that would take too long to
explain to Matt, so I just sat quietly, staring at the road ahead. I looked
out the window. We were going down Ronald Reagan Parkway, passing Emory
Eastside Medical Center. We pulled up to the intersection with Scenic
Highway. I think that's a dumb name for the road because it's all stores
and strip malls, there's nothing scenic about it anymore. Where was Matt
taking me?
	"Have you decided where we're going?"
	"No. Your mom seems like a nice person."
	"You can be too...sometimes."
	"Look, how many times can I apologize for that?"
	Traffic started moving again. We turned right onto Scenic like we
were going toward Wal-Mart or Lowe's. We turned into the Stein Mart parking
lot. He parked.
	"Come with me." He said, removing his glasses and leaving them in
the car.
	I got out and followed him. We crossed the parking lot and went
into JoAnne's. It's a craft store. I was completely confused. What were we
doing in a craft store? Matt kept going. He obviously knew what was going
on. We passed a bunch of stuff, gift bags, paper, some frilly stuff that I
don't know the name of, fake flowers. He stopped. He started looking around
like he was searching for something. He pulled a white rose out of the bank
of flowers. He turned toward me. Oh shit.
	"The white rose," he began, "signifies joy and glory."
	He got down on his knees right there in the store. I glanced
around. There were people watching. Had he completely lost his mind?
	Undaunted, he kept going, "I don't know how you feel... you may not
know either. But I love you. White signifies joy and glory. You are my joy,
you are my glory. You make me happy." He had clearly rehearsed this or
plagiarized it from somewhere, but it was still heartfelt and the look in
his eyes made my knees weak. "I just want you to know that your happiness
means more to me than breath itself. Every morning, I get up and hope to
God that I'll see you and that you will still want to be near me. My
greatest fear is that you will reject me, that you will not want to be with
me anymore. I don't care what has happened between us...I want what happens
between us to be the most meaningful, the most unbelievable thing that has
ever happened to either of us. I want you to complete me. You are the key
to my happiness. I want you to have this rose. I know, unlike my love, it
isn't real, but, like my love, it will never wither or die."
	I couldn't stop smiling. What he had done was the most...wow...I
still can't describe how that felt. My head went whirling, I was dizzy,
lightheaded, euphoric, and horrified. I was speechless. There had to be
tears in my eyes. There were a few women watching us, they too had been
moved.
	I didn't need to say anything. My consent was in my eyes. He stood
and hugged me. His strong arms wrapping themselves around me, pressing my
body against his as the whole world dissolved in the mistiness of my eyes.
	"Matt, I...I don't know what to say..." My voice cracked.
	He brushed at my hair with his hand, "You don't need to say
anything."
	My lip was quivering, I was on the verge of tears, but was holding
back for all I was worth. He took my hand in his and we walked to the cash
register.
	"It's on me." The cashier said, apparently the whole store had
witnessed
	Clearly, Matt had severely complicated matters. I had been blown
over by what he said to me. I can't imagine anybody feeling that way about
anyone else, let alone me. I was stunned. I was awestruck. I don't really
know how to react. Once we were back in the car, I just sat there.
	"Matt, I...I..."
	He just smiled sweetly. I detected a slight hint of triumph in that
smile. He'd gotten to me and he knew it. The rat knew what he was doing. He
was trying to get to me before Brad could. It was like this dog named Misty
we used to have. If she didn't like what she was given for dinner, she
wasn't about to let any the other dogs eat it. Even if she didn't want it,
she guarded it fiercely. Was that what Matt was doing? Was he just playing
a mind game? Did he not really want me, just wanted to keep poor Brad from
getting me? If getting to me was the object, he'd achieved that with flying
colors. Once that idea popped in my head, my stomach went from butterflies
to acid.
	"Matt." I sounded cold. "What was that?"
	"What do you mean?"
	"What was that?"
	"What the fuck?" He was mad. He had a right to be, I guess-
especially if I was wrong. "What do I have to do? You tell, me...what do I
have to do to convince you? You are the most suspicious, tactless, dumbass
I've ever met. Damn. I humiliate myself in front of store full of total
strangers, down on my knees with flowers, professing undying love to
you. I've made love to you on my couch, on my bed. What else do you want
Andrew?"
	Oops. "Nothing." Tears began to well up in my eyes again. Geez.
	He looked at me. "I'm sorry...I didn't mean to say that. I love
you. I know you don't have much experience with people loving you- neither
do I, but that's no excuse for me yelling at you. I'm sorry."
	I just stared at the floorboard of that black Audi. He leaned over
and kissed my cheek, sat back in his own seat, and put on his seatbelt.