Date: Tue, 27 Sep 2005 19:11:47 -0700 (PDT) From: Bradford Dean Bigelow Subject: Writer's Block 16 The following story is a work of fiction set in the format of reality. Any resemblance to real people is entirely coincidental in nature, and is not meant to accurately reflect persons in towns, cities, or governmental areas, in which the story is staged. If sexual scenes involving male to male relationships offends you, then you should not read this story.Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age, in most states and countries, you are not allowed to read this by law. This is fiction. Don't forget, in real life, to think about 'sexual safety matters'; got condom? "Writer's Block" 16 written By Bradford Dean Bigelow & I did get a few inquiries into my background, as we strolled into the condo block that morning. Jordan had brought Killer out for his morning walk and as I bent down to pick the little mutt up, my suit jacket flew open. "I didn't know you were Irish, Brad?" "It's so small, you wouldn't notice it Jordan." "Hey, you know Mike says he would like to have you and Chase down to his villa again some time." "I don't think there will be a next time, Jordan, but thanks the same." "Oh no, he doesn't mean with the bdsm thing, Brad. Just a week soaking up the sun and nice relaxing stuff." "Okay. Well that's a little different." "Why, are you giving up on your hobby, Brad?" "My hobby, Jordan?" "Yeah, that bdsm stuff?" "Um.. I dunno. Maybe." "Oh." Jordan almost sounded disappointed. I figured I'd stir him up. "Why? Got an interest?" Chase-baby had gone ahead, back to 8-5, as I hung around 8-2, keeping Killer occupied. "Not me, but Kev thought he might like to try some bondage stuff. Do you know if Bobby is into that?" "He is." "Do you think you could ask him if Kev could try some tying up stuff sometime." "And you, Jordan?" "I don't think it's for me, but Kev wanted me to come along and watch. I told him I wouldn't stand there and watch, if he wanted that torture stuff done to him though. That's not me." "But, you would let Kevin experience it, Jordan?" "Hey, if you can trust Bobby, I think we can, Bradford. You know him better. He's your friend and you're our friend, so we figure you wouldn't steer us wrong. Right?" "Um, yeah. I think I get what your saying." "Cool! Thanks Brad. I'll take Killer now. I have to get pushing." Leaving Killer, in his master's care, I thought about what both Chase-baby and Jordan remarked about Bobby being my friend. In a lot of ways I reflected back on that and came to my terms with him. The big thing that stuck in my mind is what Chase-baby said, regarding a friend challenging me, because he loves me. It excited me to all hell that Bobby thought about me in this way! "Brad?" That was Bobby's voice and he was behind me. I turned. He had just this moment walked through the glass doors of our condo lobby. "I just wanted to say.." I didn't let Bobby finish. Instead I walked up to him, through my arms around him and as he had done a few days ago, planted my lips on him. Not letting him finish his words, I replied, "Thank you, Bobby. Thanks for everything." He stood there, his arms still hugging me, looking at me, then broke into this grin. Then he replied, "We're going to make great business partners!" We climbed the stairs together. Tony and Chase-baby hung over the balcony. Bobby and I could tell they talked about us. "How about a drink?" Bobby asked. "Oh no you two don't," Chase-baby replied, guiding us into our ramshackled condo. "What?" Bobby protested. "You know," Tony replied, summising, "you two will go straight to that dungeon and Chase and I wouldn't see you for hours!" "They got us pegged, Bobby!" I joked. As Chase went to close the door to our condo, we heard somebody yell, "Help! I need help somebody!" It was Adam Provo, from 8-4. We all rushed out. "What's the problem, Adam?" I yelled. "It's Jim! I don't know. I think he's having a heart attack!" Adam, all anxious, informed us. "Did you call 911?" I yelled. "No, I'll do it now," Adam, too upset to think, called back. "I've got it," Bobby called out, whipping open his cellphone. "C'mon Tony," Chase-baby said, heading down the stairs, doing a two-step. "Brad, wait outside for the ambulance." I ran for the glass security doors, as if an ambulance waited there. "There's an ambulance outside. What's up?" Jordan, entering told me. "Where? You saw them, Jordan?" "Yeah. I think they're lost." "It's Jim Worthington. Adam thinks he's having a heart attack!" "For real?" Jordan shouted, shoving Killer into my gut and ran like the wind around the side of the condominium. Paramedics trailed him back, as the ambulance itself wound around the parking lot, as if in a maze. Soon the police showed up. "Chad, bro?" "Kareem?" "What are you doing around here? I thought you worked down south?" "Got tired of the slow life. I've been meaning to look you up, brutha." "Guess you're here about Jim Worthington, huh?" "That the guy with the heart attack?" "Yeah. Nicest guy you can think of. Hope he's going to be alright." However, by the look of Adam's face, white as a sheet, it didn't look good at all. In fact things looked shattered for Adam, as they brought the gurney out, Jim's body draped with a sheet over it, completely covered. "Oh fuck! The guy's dead?" A few of us had tears in our eyes. Frank wasn't home and Kareem turned to Chad and melted. "I can't believe he's gone," Adam kept saying over and over. We all gathered around the thirty-seven year old. It was like one big family, grieving for the loss of a common loved one. Kareem helped part the wave of guys, bringing Chad into view. "Adam, I'm real sorry bro, but Chad has to ask you some questions." Bobby and I backed off, as did a lot of the other guys. Tony and Chase stayed near for support. "This rots!" "Yeah, it does, Brad. Shows you just how lucky we are, doesn't it?" "Sure does. I'm also lucky to have you, Bobby." "I feel the same, Brad." "I know this might sound weird, Bobby, but I really love you." "Funny? Not at all Brad. I most likely should have told you this ages ago, but I've loved you since I was hired by the company." "Ya-you loved me since then, Bobby?" "Yeah. Call it intuition or whatever you want, but I've wanted to hug you since way back then. More than hugged you, actually." "Wow, I wonder if we found each other, instead of.." "Brad, don't even say it. I love you in a different way that I love Tony, yet sometimes some of the reasons are indistinguishable." "For real Bobby?" "Now you're sounding like Kevin or Jordan, Brad." "I guess they're rubbing off on me. I like them a lot. Like they're brothers to me or something." "Yeah, that's what I feel about the guys in our condo block. I mean, I've only just begun to get to know Jeff Malone, in 8-7." "Yeah, if we hadn't been moving Frank in, we probably wouldn't have bumped into him and Paco, in the parking lot." "Yeah," Bobby said, sliding down, crossing his legs, "I think Paco is going to be good with Jeff. Bring him out of his shell." "His shell?" "Talks his ass off, but he's as shy as all hell!" "Now that you mention it, Bobby, he is like that. Man, you are such a good judge of character. How did you get like that." "Told you. Spent half my life watching people. Looking at how they interact." "And what about Paco?" "Paco? Very intelligent man, like Jeff. Only thing is, Jeff doesn't allow himself to broaden his horizons. Yeah, I can see where they're a perfect match." "What about David Morrison in 8-8?" "David Morrison?" Bobby replied, slapping me on the knee, "I think he and Chaz will click just fine." "He and Chaz? We talking about the same Chaz Little? My secretary? The occupant of 8-1? The guy who finked on me to you?" Bobby sat up, letting out a little giggle. "Chaz is a good man, Brad. He was only doing what I directed him to do." "Oh, so now it comes out. How much did you pay him, Bobby?" "Pay. Nah. Neither of us are like that. You see, like I've told you, Chaz Little was my mentor. Still is. Sure, we've traded secrets. The man watches people like a hawk. I know he doesn't mind me telling you that he has spies everywhere." "Spies? Like James Bond?" "No, they don't go looking for inside information, but if they should happen upon it, then it gets back to Chaz." Bobby laughed, then replied, "Why, you met one of his spies yesterday." "I did?" "Invited him right into your office, Brad." I thought for a moment, scanning my memory banks. I have to say that the experience with Gary and Greg had jumbled them up quite a bit. "Nope, can't seem to think of whom that could be, Bobby." "Does 19yo, ring a bell?" "Juan? The elevator kid?" "Yeah. Hey, by the way, Brad, I'm proud of you!" "Proud of me, Bobby? What for?" "Good move, introducing Juan to Darryl Jennings. Sometimes I feel I'm getting through to you." I didn't know about my brain, but when Bobby put his arm around me, hugging me, now 'that' got through to me. All the way down to my pants! "The kid is nosy, but I kind of liked his spunk." "I do too, Brad. That's why we've got to rescue him." "Rescue who? Juan?" "Yeah. After work he hangs with the wrong crowd." "How do you know, Bobby?" "Believe it or not, from Gary and Greg." "The bumbeling idiots?" "Yeah, the same two. They do detective work for me on the side. They can actually be good at it. Want to hear something funny, Brad?" "What's that, Bobby?" "I think they're cute." "I thought the same thing. I mean, I know they never met your objective, getting me to... oops." "Aha! So they lied!" "Oh forget about it, Bobby. Does it matter now?" "Nah, I guess not. Whatever they had coming to them, Bill will straighten them out." "And who is this Bill character?" "One of the nicest guys I've ever met." "Oh?" "Yeah. Took care of me better than my own father, when I was growing up." "He didn't look that old, Bobby." "I guess he's pushing sixty." "Really? I thought him to be no older than about forty-eight or nine." "Yeah, he wears it well." "So, you were saying about you and Bill?" "Nothing much to say. He worked for my father for most of his life, until my father dealt him dirty." "Oh?" "Seems that my father took it personal that he looked after his own son better than he did." "You and your father didn't get along, Bobby?" "An understatement, Brad." Bobby didn't seem to be himself, at the moment. I felt real bad for him. Like the loving friend I've become, I put my arm around him and rubbed his back. "Fuckin' bastard more describes the asshole." "Couldn't have been that bad, Bobby." "You didn't know my father. Bill's not the only one I saw him 'toy' with his life, because the cards weren't stacked his way." "So tell me about Bill. What happened to him, after your father fired him." "My father was thorough. He tried to make sure he cheated Bill out of everything he had coming to him, but I was clever enough to prevent that." "You? How old had you been when this happened, Bobby?" "Seventeen. Fortunately for me, my father had no interest in computers. He was the old-fashioned type. Unlike him, I was a whiz at anything computerwise. I went in and set up passwords to protect everything Bill owned. I created codes. Hell, the company couldn't even figure out where Bill Connklin existed." "I know some things about computers." "Oh, I know Brad. We've got to get you enrolled in some computer courses. Sorry to say, but what you know isn't anything to what you think you know." I didn't hold this against Bobby. Sure, if it had been before this experience with the 'bumbling idiots', before I had my talk with Chase-baby, then I might have flown off the handle. Like he said, Bobby was telling me this, reacting to my need for computer courses, because he loves me. I could see and certainly sensed it from his last hug. "You're right, Bobby," my turn to slap knee, "I do need to find out more about computers." "I am? I mean, sure. Everybody that works around computers, should have a knowledge of them. It's like finding out about a person, before I feel they're worthy of rescuing." I was grinning from the fact that I knew I surprised Bobby, in agreeing with him for a change! "For real, Bobby?" "Sure, Brad. Like anything you believe in, you want to find out all about it, or else maybe you're making a mistake." "Brad?" It was my Chase-baby. Bobby and I rose, as he and Tony came forward, with Adam Provo. "Adam, I'm real sorry about Jim," I applied my sympathies. Bobby added, "We all loved him." "Thanks." Tony filled us in with, "Adam has a friend where you work, Bobby. He has a home number, but they say it's disconnected. Can you see if you can get a hold of his cellphone or a working number. Even an address?" "I'm on it," Bobby said right away, whipping out his cellphone. I watched from a distance. I wondered if it would've worked out with us two, if we each never had met Tony or Chase-baby. Then I stopped thinking foolish thoughts as that. Fortunately we are good, loving friends and soon to be, close business associates. I noticed how Bobby got uptight over one of the numbers he dialed and it had been three or four series of numbers, before he returned with something concrete. He cursed when he passed by me, but was as sweet as pie when approaching Adam. "Seems that Josh has lost his lease." "Ooooh no," Adam said, the tears starting to form again. "Hold on a minute," Bobby replied, "He still has a cellphone, but right now he's not picking up. I have a call out to him. Hopefully he'll look at his cellphone soon and call me." "This wouldn't be Josh Fuller, would it?" "Yeah, you know him Brad?" "Met him... ahem! That fated afternoon." "Where?" "Apparently he's a friend of Chaz Little?" "Why didn't you say so, Brad?" I laughed it off the cuff. Yeah, why didn't I! It's also one little idiom I learned about Bobby. He never talked on his cellphone in front of other people. Getting his exercise, he walked a distance, to gain privacy. I also thought that I had one up on Bobby. How come 'he' didn't know that Josh knew Chaz? "What's up, Bobby?" "Chaz hasn't seen him, but he know's some of the places Josh hangs out at. He's going to drive around." "You guys are great," Adam told us. "I don't know what I'm going to do without Jim." We all caught a sweet side of Bobby, as he lifted the thirty-seven year old's chin and said, "You're going to survive, Adam. You're surrounded by people who love you and we're all going to help you make this transition in your life. Now, is there somebody I can call from Jim's side of the family, Adam?" "Thanks Bobby, but I'm all Jim had." Adam rushed forward, hugging Bobby. I'm not sure if the others picked up on it, but Bobby closed his eyes when he hugged Adam, truly the way a lover does it, when hugging his mate. It's like a true love flowing from one individual to the other, feeling that warmth. I figured I had a lot to learn from Bobby, other than computers. That night, Chaz did indeed find Josh Fuller. The thirty-two year old was buying a drink for a guy, at a gay bar, downtown. Like Bobby, Chaz wasn't any stranger to rescuing those whom deserved it. He brought him back to the condo block. "Sorry, I'm not set up for any guests, Bradford." "No problem, Chaz." Bobby jumped in to help bring Josh into our condo, taking him to the extra guest room we had. "Um, why don't you all leave Josh and I alone for a moment?" Bobby asked nicely. I knew he had other words, maybe not as sweetly put as he lay on us. They all dismissed themselves, but I hung back. More quisitive than anything, but Bobby didn't seem to mind. "So, you went off and got drunk, Josh?" "Bobby, the guy's drunk," I interceded on Josh's behalf. "Brad, if you're going to meddle, than take a fuckin' hike?" I didn't take it personal. I kept my cool. I backed away into the shadows. He again addressed Josh, more like an interrogation, barking at him, "What happened to the $500.00 advancement I authorized for you?" 'Aha! So Bobby did know Josh Fuller, after all!' I also wondered where the $500.00 advancement came from. This was all news to me, but I let it go. I loved Bobby, plus I knew he knew what he was doing. I think. "I.. spent it?" "You spent it. I handed you five hundred dollars cash yesterday and you spent it. Where?" Bobby lashed out, quicker than a whip. Like out of an old detective movie, there sat thirty-two year old Josh Fuller, in the wooden chair, being grilled with questions, as if by Eliot Ness, himself. "Excuse me?" My Chase-baby had interrupted us. As before, Bobby changed moods. "Thanks for the coffee, Chase." After he left, Bobby poured a cup and dictated to Josh, "Drink it!" Josh took two sips. "All of it!" Bobby said, insistently. After Josh downed the whole cup, Bobby turned to me and said, "Refill." As I went for the coffee carafe, cup in hand, Bobby told Josh, "Strip!" "What?" Josh replied, half stunned. "Fuckin' strip the clothes before I tear them off your fuckin' body!" I'm glad I stayed. This was getting me horny! What a terrible thing to feel, getting hard over another man's misfortune. Josh wasn't your workout type. Standing five feet, ten inches tall and weighing roughly two hundred and fifteen, he could more be described as stocky. He had that kind of navel that sagged, closing up the opening because his belly was 'over-extended'. He also had a beefy chest, but I liked it. Hair swirled around each nip, which made it inviting. Other than that, Josh had very little hair on his body, except for the treasure trail that ran straight down his navel and into his pubic patch. I thought he made a nice image of a teddy bear, minus all that fur. "What about your briefs?" "What about them?" Josh gave him a hard time. I could've told Josh it was coming. It had happened enough times to me. He really should have complied and stripped the briefs when he was told. It would've saved getting his balls bashed in. He wound up peeling his briefs anyway. After his second cup of java, Bobby told him, "I want to see every penny of that five hundred dollars." Bobby stood there, arms folded across his chest. I thought he looked quite hot. More like a cop waiting for a prisoner to comply. Josh picked up his pants. Out of one pocket he produced some bills that amounted to forty-five dollars and some loose change. "The wallet!" Barked the second order. Opening the billfold, he pulled out some other bills. Among them, a few twenties. "Count it. All of it!" Of the bills, he replied, "A hundred and twenty dollars." "Hundred and twenty? Out of five hundred? What happened to the rest, Josh?" He slowly replied, "Paid my rent and.... ugggggggghhhh!" Bobby had Jason folded in half, on the floor, his jelly belly tucked in. "Don't fuckin' lie to me Josh. You were evicted this afternoon, Josh. Now what happened to the fuckin' money?" Neither of them said anything, until Bobby asked, "Got any whiskey in the house, Brad?" "Yeah, sure, Bobby." "Bring some ice back with you." "Sure." I didn't want to miss anything, so hurried. Nobody was in the apartment. I guess they went next door, to Tony's. I figured it might've gotten a little noisy on this side of door. While fetching the bottle of JD and some ice, I could hear Bobby doing some more moves on Josh. "Here we are." When I left the room, Josh lay on his side, doubled up. Now he sat in the chair, but I could sense that his gut had suffered some more punching. "Ready to talk yet?" Bobby had pulled up a spare chair, and sat backwards in it, facing Josh. He sipped his JD, on the rocks. "I... I spent it paying back money I owed." "To whom?" Bobby inquired. "Trey Williams." "Loan shark?" "Yeah." It seemed like Josh began to mellow out. "Josh, don't you know you never can pay back a loan shark?" "I.... I know. What am I gonna do, Bobby?" "How much do you owe?" "Twenty grand." Bobby whistled through his teeth. "And what's Adam to you?" "My cousin." I was surprised, but Bobby wasn't at all shocked. "Figured as much." He did? How come I didn't think of it? "And I suppose it's you that told him not to tell anybody?" "Yup," Josh replied, looking lower than a rug on a floor. "I see. Smart move." "Huh?" Josh replied. "Huh?" I seconded it. Bobby turned his head, saying, "He didn't want the sharks coming after Adam." I said I knew that, but I didn't! "Brad, how much you have in your checkbook?" "My checkbook?" "Yeah. I think I have about fifteen grand." "Um, about fifty." "Grand?" "Yeah." "Good. Go to the bank and withdraw twenty. Meet us back here, in a half hour." Twenty grand was a lot of dough, but it's funny how I didn't even think anything of it, heading for the bedroom door, then my keys and hopping in my car. In fact, as I drove along the road, I whistled, like I was happy. At my bank, nobody questioned me removing twenty thousand dollars from my checking acount. Of course, they used the extra security measures, to make sure that me was me! In twenty minutes time, I was back at my condo. I heard a commotion in the jon. There Bobby and Josh stood, naked, drying off. "Oh good, Brad. Get Josh some clothes." "Um, I think he's a bit 'wider' than me?" "A sweatshirt will do. He can wear his own pants." I ran to the guest room and got Josh's briefs and pants. Good thing I had a spare sweatshirt. Josh's shirt stunk, like he had spilled beer all over it. Likely the case. "Good. Help Josh get dressed, while I get my own clothes on." I couldn't help myself. I had to say it to Josh. "Nice body." "Thanks, but if I ever get out of this, I'm going to tone up." "If I know Bobby, you're going to get out of this, Josh, but I also know that when Bobby rescues somebody..." "Rescues?" "Yeah, literally rescues you, you'd better learn how to tote the line. Being Adam Provo's cousin isn't the only reason that Bobby Freeman is saving your life!" "I believe you Mr. Bigelow." "It's Brad, for now, okay?" I smiled. Josh smiled back, with a thank you. "Thanks for the clothes, Brad." "You're welcome." "C'mon guys.... oh, one more thing!" Again Bobby whipped out his cellphone. I overheard him mention Bill Connklin's name and the words, 'do me a favor.' As we drove, in my car, I asked Bobby, "What's Bill Connklin's stake in all this?" "Ever hear of 'mind your own business', Bradford?" "Yes, 'Robert', but from now on 'you are' my business!" He gave me a smirk then replied, "Back up. Things could get rough." "Rough? Like in guns?" "You wanted to know, Brad!" Bobby replied, sarcastically. "Yikes!" "But don't worry," Bobby placed his hand on my knee, Trust me, Brad." "It's things like that, that causes car accidents, Bobby!" My joking effort was my way of saying, that I did trust him. However, it was a dangerous move to put his hand on my leg, so close to my crotch, as I sped down the road. "Pull over there, Brad." Sitting in the back, Josh didn't say a word, beyond when we first left the condo complex, speaking his mind, saying, "Thanks for doing this for me." Bobby jumped out of the car. I could recognize Bill Connklin sitting in a late model Cadillac, in front of the 7-11 store. Bobby hung there for awhile, then came back. "All set. Let's roll'em." "And what was that all about?" "Backup." "Backup?" "Yeah. Wouldn't you feel more safer with five hundred guys looking over your shoulder?" "Five hundred? You mean like people?" "You got it." "Bobby, how did you arrange for five hundred people to be watching us, in fifteen minutes?" "You don't know the power of Bill Connklin." "Yeah, maybe not, but I know that power you have, Bobby." He smiled back at me. Again, that hand almost had me crossing the double line. As we drove along, Bobby began talking with Josh. "Say, Josh, have you ever been to Costa Rica?" "Nope. I don't even know where it's at." "Cental America. Don't suppose you ever had an interest in surfing or bird watching?" "Nope. I'm not very athletic and I got D's in science." "Well, get ready you're just about ready to 'get' athletic and learn how to save the rainforests!" With a hand on my thigh again, Bobby asked me, "You did bring your check book with you, didn't you Brad?" I picked up his hand and dropped it back on his own lap. "Am I getting reimbursed for all this?" "In time, Bradford. In time. Ooooh am I going to pay you back. Just you wait!" I'm not sure how I liked the sound of that, but then again, I liked the intrigue! "Pull over there, give me the twenty grand and let Josh and I out. You head back to the...." "Forget it, Bobby." "Huh? You'll do what I tell you to do!" This time, Bobby's hand was way down, past my thighs, his grip on both my balls and he used pressure, to bat! "Yes, sir," I said, subtlely. I didn't like it, but did what I was told, to a certain extent. Like Bobby, I brought out the cannons, too. He wasn't the only one with friends in high places! The total neighborhood now had to be surrounded with about total, two thousand 'troops'. Some amounted to off duty police, like Chad Davis, the former shore cop and David Finch, the guy Chad couldn't shake, after Mike's villa party concluded. David had a slew of friends that 'owed him'. Chad, so liked by his new police precinct 'wanted in' on the action. Plus, my assorted friends over the years, SWAT team players, etc., all showed up for 'the party'. I picked out Peggy Jones right away, most likely carrying a bazooka in the baby carriage. I know she saw me, but didn't acknowledge it. Hakim Reynolds stood at the phone booth and no, that wasn't his fat cock down his pants leg. I made a note of killing Kareem, when I got home, posing as a brutha from the hood, with Chad and a couple of other plainclothed cops and detectives. 'Nah', why kill Kareem. Let Frank do it! It got kind of scary, when I saw Peggy bend over her 'baby'. Right away, the 'bruthas' moved in, escorting away a small band of men that approached the same door Bobby and Josh went in. Taken to a black van, the 'bruthas' moved back into place and Peggy relaxed her guard. Suddenly, a guy came running down the sidewalk. How did we know that he just robbed a jewlery store? He didn't have a chance getting past the baby carriage. After Peggy's fist put him in dreamland, Chad Davis hauled his ass away. Nothing much else happened. Within an hour's time, Bobby and Josh came walking out of the building. Getting in the car, Bobby said, "Airport! Stat!" Of course cars followed us. "Oh shit! We're being followed!" Bobby stated. I put my hand on his thigh and said, "Relax Bobby. They're the good guys!" % Continued..... Copyright 2005 Bradford D. Bigelow All Rights Reserved. Permission is NOT granted to publish this story to any PAY site, nor any site other than www.nifty.org, without the author's prior consent.