Date: Fri, 9 Jul 2004 05:28:59 GMT
From: Drew <drewseyboy24@excite.com>
Subject: Brad- Part 11

Brad- Part 	XI

	The week went by without any major incident. Despite whatever
feelings Matt and I had for each other, despite whatever feelings Brad and
I had for each other, no one could ever know. We had to maintain an air of
absolute secrecy. There were no openly gay people at our school and I
wasn't about to be the first. The problem is that Matt and I have to be
careful when we go places because there's always the chance that we could
run into someone that we know. I don't know about other places, but in the
south the worst is to be spotted by someone who knows someone who knows
you. Then by the time the rumor goes around, we went from being just good
friends to doing a double act at a strip joint in Buckhead.
	Nonetheless, we were still intent on seeing each other. After the
total freak show of a surprise my Dad pulled by not hitting the ceiling and
disowning me entirely, we were determined not to let anything stand in our
way of being together. Brad and I talked it out and he's okay- for now-
he's not known for being the most stable person in history; but, I think
he'll be fine. I decided to spare you the details of that conversation. He
was disappointed, there were tears, etc, but life goes on.
	Saturday. It was now well into March- the warm winter was warming
up some more. The pool was no longer frigid. Matt's parents were visiting
her sister in St. Louis. My parents blew me away again by letting me stay
over at Matt's. She did say she'd call periodically to make sure we were
okay and not having too much fun. ;-]
	I went over to his house. I went up to the porch. I didn't hear
anyone. I didn't see anyone. I rang the doorbell a couple of times, tried
the door- it was locked. Matt was nowhere to be seen. Then I heard a slight
buzzing sound. Looking around, I didn't see anything. The sound was getting
louder. I looked around. Out of nowhere, a four wheeler came buzzing around
one of the out buildings. I had forgotten that Matt lived on a former
plantation and that behind that row of old buildings, a whole other world
existed. He pulled up next to me on the gravel. He pointed up on the
porch. There was a helmet for me to wear.
	"Put it on, I wouldn't want that face of yours to get messed up."
	I dashed up the stairs and put the helmet on- it was a perfect
fit. I jumped on behind him.
	"Hold on!" He said as he slammed down on the throttle lever and the
machine sped off leaving a trail in the gravel. We swerved around the
smokehouse and took off into a field. It was cut low and I saw the tree
line up ahead. We were like Robin Hood and Little John headed off into
Sherwood Forest. It was a hardwood forest- obviously old growth- mostly
giant oaks and chestnut. There was very little underbrush. We went down a
steep embankment to the edge of a stream. He stopped and cut off the four
wheeler.
	"We have to walk."
	"Where are we going?" I looked around. The woods were completely
quiet except for the gurgling of the water over the rocks and a couple of
blue jays in the distance. He hopped onto a rock, then another one and
then, perched on the second rock, he turned around. I was looking up and
downstream for a better option.
	"Hurry up!" He laughed. He grabbed onto a small tree and hoisted
himself up onto the other bank. I walked downstream a few feet. He kept
looking at me. There was a sandy shoal about 30 feet down. I walked over to
it, hopped onto a rock, then another. Once on the other side, I walked up a
much less steep embankment.
	"That's cheating!"
	"How so?"
	"Because I said so- that's why."
 	We continued our foray into the forest. After about ten minutes, we
got to another stream bed. This one was much deeper. You had to jump and if
you missed, it was about a 10ft drop to the creek bed below. Then the
forest broke revealing a pasture. We kept going. Then I spotted our
destination. There was a nice pond up ahead. Once we got there, I saw
something else. A picnic basket. I couldn't believe it. He'd gone through
extra trouble, just for me. He walked over to the blanket that was being
held down with rocks. I sat on the grass under this enormous oak tree. It
had to be several hundred years old. The two of us together couldn't reach
all the way around it.
	"You cooked all this?"
	"Yeah."
	He had all sorts of stuff to eat. He had gone way overboard for
this. After dinner, we just laid in the grass as the sun sank lower in the
sky.
	"I guess we should start heading home?" I asked.
	"Not yet."
	I looked over at him. "You've got something else?"
	"Swimming."
	"Swimming? But I didn't...oh."
	He was already standing. He shot me a coy `come hither' look with a
smile to melt hail. He came toward me.
	"Duh.dunk..duh.De.duh. Duh. Dunk.duh.De.duh." he hummed
rhythmically as he pulled at the tail of his T-shirt. He pulled it up to
reveal his smooth, almost hairless stomach. I was spellbound. Slowly he
lifted it up further revealing his perfect nipples. They were hardening in
the cool breeze. He turned around and shook his ass pulling up the back of
his shirt revealing his muscle bound shoulder blades. Bending over to pull
the shirt off, I saw the outline of his ass through the fabric. He backed
over toward me, putting his ass right in my face.
	I reached out and grasped the sides. I pulled him in close to my
face and inhaled the lustiness of his ass. I put my lips up to it and
kissed the thin veil of cloth that separated us. I ran my hand up the legs
of his shorts and felt his beautiful round ass. I could feel my fingers
under the cloth. He pulled away and resumed his strip tease. He rubbed his
hands up and down his chest, grabbed his tits and squeezed. He spread his
legs and ran his hands up and down his bare legs sticking out of his
shorts. His fingers went to the buttons holding them up. He unbuttoned his
shorts and unzipped them. He pulled the corners back to reveal black silk
boxers- my favorites.
	There were a few hairs coming out of the fly. He released the
waistband and the shorts dropped to the ground. Stepping out of them, he
grasped the elastic of the boxers. He turned sideways so that I had a
profile view of his fully naked body coming into view. I just laid on the
blanket mesmerized by what I saw. He had to be the most gorgeous person
ever. The most incredible thing was that he loved me. I had a hard time
understanding that, but slowly the realization was dawning.
	"My turn." He said, flopping his naked body down next to me on the
blanket. I just stared up and down him. He smiled.
	"The water's too cold." I said, leaning in closer.
	"Come on... it's been warm long enough." He motioned over to the
water with his head.
	I couldn't help but smile. He was happy. He couldn't stop
smiling. He was almost giddy. He leaned in closer to me. I could feel his
bare hand on my shirt. He got over so that he was straddling my legs. His
limp but growing cock bounced at the sudden movement. I felt the pull of
the denim against my legs and the hardness of the ground beneath me. He
just sat there beaming into my eyes, his hands on my shoulders. The horny
bastard just wanted to see me naked. I was feeling a bit full of myself
too, so I decided to hold out a while longer. I just returned his beaming
gaze.
	He poked my playfully in my chest.
	"Oof." I said grinning wildly.
	Without warning, he gripped the sides of my face and planted his
lips directly onto mine. He did it with such force that we both fell all
the way onto the blanket. My head was off the side and I could feel the
grass tickling my ears and the rustle of the grass against the back of my
head as my head moved back and forth. We kissed for the longest time. After
a while, the sun started to set. The Georgian sky was ablaze with the
redness of the evening as the sun settled behind the tops of those massive
oaks in the distance.
	He just laid next to me as we stared up at the reddening sky. Soon
the redness started a tinge of gray. Dusk was coming. I packed up the
basket while Matt put his clothes back on. I couldn't help but steal a
glance at him now and then. Once all that was done, we raced across the
pasture. I didn't get very far before I was out of breath. Matt was used to
running amuck in these woods. He'd live here all his life; I've never been
here before. Eventually, we made it back to the four wheeler and then back
to the house as it was getting dark. He took the basket inside. Wondering
where I went, he came back outside. I was just staring up at the sky. He
stepped down off the porch and joined me. Looking up, he saw what I was
looking at. Stars. Thousands of them. The whole sky was lit up with those
tiny points of light.
	"Do you see your sign?" He asked.
	"My what?"
	"Your zodiac. What are you?"
	"Taurus. You?"
	"Aquarian."
	"Figures."
	"What's that supposed to mean?" he joked.
	"Nothing." I smiled.
	"Do you see it?"
	"No...I do see Orion's Belt, though."
	"Stay here." He jogged off toward the house. I remained fixated,
staring up at the stars. A few minutes later, he returned carrying a
telescope. He set up the tripod while I held the scope. He got it set up
and focused.
	"Look and tell me what you see."
	I peeked into the telescope.
	"See that haze?"
	"Yes" I replied.
	"That's the Andromeda Galaxy. It's the nearest galaxy at 2 billion
light years."
	"Whoa."
	"Guess what else."
	"What?"
	"The two galaxies, Andromeda and the Milky Way, are on a collision
course."
	"How do you know that?"
	"That's what the Discovery Channel said."
	"You watch the Discovery Channel?"
	"Hell yeah! The History Channel too."
	"It's official."
	"What is?"
	"You are officially perfect."
	He smiled that goofy, toothy, grin that sent my head spinning. Who
needs galaxies when I had all I'll ever need right here beside me? He bent
back over and looked in the telescope. I just stood staring at him. After a
while, he could feel my eyes on him. He looked over at me and smiled again.
	"Let's go in...it's getting cold out here." He said. He
disassembled the telescope. He carried the tripod and I took the scope
itself back in the house. The screen door slammed behind us. I closed the
main door as he walked across the kitchen. I followed him upstairs to a
walk in closet. I was standing in the doorway while he went over to the box
which was sitting on an old wooden chest. He squatted in front of it. Not
only was he beautiful, he was also limber...that could be useful. He put
all the pieces and parts back in their case.
	My heart was full...and soon the rest of me would be full of him
too...