Date: Fri, 30 Jan 2004 23:24:36 -0500
From: Eric L <erotic_dreams_story@hotmail.com>
Subject: I DROOLED FOR BRAD - Chapter 2

I DROOLED FOR BRAD - Chapter 2
a story of love and male-male (gay) sex
by Eric L.                                  *** ADULT FICTION ***
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      [Robby is in the hospital]

      "Hey, little guy!  Been thinkin' about ya."  His smile got
      bigger.
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Just the idea of Brad in the room made Robby Junior tent my
hospital gown again.  And with me half naked in bed, an arm's
length from Brad--that made it an industrial-strength boner.

"Brad, great to see you!" I said, as he came closer to the bed.

Under the covers, my right hand caressed my dick.  I glanced down
to make sure I wasn't tenting the sheet.  When I looked up again,
Brad was inches from me.

"Hi Robby.  I gotta do this," he said, and hugged me--half
lifting me out of the bed.

"Brad," I said, grinning from ear to ear.  "Wow!  I never
exp--"

"I had to let you know I care about you.  How ya feelin' little
guy?"

I had the words in my head and was all set to say, 'Really good,'
but it came out, "Really boned!"  I about died.

"The same one from last night?  Hey, don't worry about it."

"I mean, I feel really good!"  I was so red--he had to know how
embarrassed I was.  But he was so polite--he made it easier on me
by not mentioning it.  "I'm out of here later today, they told
me."  I was going to stop there, but Brad had this expectant look
on his face.  "No, not the same one from last night," I said,
feeling the heat continue to rise in my face.

"Glad to hear that, man.  I figured you'd find a way to squirt
out at least one load last night.  When my brother Dave was in
the hospital, we used to take turns guarding the door so he could
stroke off and not get caught."

After hearing that, I knew my face was red to the max.  I was so
hard, my balls hurt after only 2 minutes of bone.  I smiled as
best I could.  "Wow, that's cool.  You guys watched out for him."

"Oh, yeah, little guy.  When my brother Sean broke both his arms,
me and Dave took turns strokin' him off.  We were mean, though.
Took him right to the edge and stopped.  Did that till the poor
kid was ready to explode, then we finally let him blow."

I was in a stupor, dumbfounded.  Not only did this put Robby
Junior at risk of self-explosion, but here was Brad, of all
people, talking about private sex stuff he did with his brothers
like it was last year's family reunion or something.  I finally
realized I delayed my answer way too long.

"Yeah, cool, Brad."  I was shaking with nerves now, but thinking
at ninety miles an hour.  "I'll bet that was fun."

"Yeah.  So they gave you the green light.  Are you like--totally
okay?"

I was SO tempted to make up a story and tell Brad about some
lifelong disability that I would have from the fall, but I just
couldn't.  "Yep!  Totally okay."  I was still stunned from what
he just told me.

"Good," he said, putting his elbows on the bed.  That put his
face less than a foot away from mine.  "Because I wanna do
something for you tonight.  Well, after school, I mean.  It
doesn't have to be night."

"Brad, no, you don't have to."

"Don't gimme that shit!" Brad said with a smile.  "If I wanna do
something, I do it.  Especially if it's for you.  After all, I
almost killed you."

"Thanks Brad," I said, trying to sound casual, even though I was
shaking a little, "but you didn't make this happen all--"

"Yeah, I did!  End of story, little guy!" Brad said with gritted
teeth and an intense look.  Then he smiled and laughed.

"You scared me!" I said, very much with my little boy voice.

"Did I, really?" he said, looking directly in my eyes with a
sudden, warm caring look.  He gulped, and my dick throbbed.

"Well," I said seriously, "just a little, Brad."  Then he smiled
a really bright, sunshine smile.

"Okay.  As long as it was just a little."

"So, what are we gonna do tonight.  Is it a surprise?"

"You want it to be?"

"No," I said, giggling.  I tried not to giggle, but I couldn't
help it.  Brad just made me feel like ten feet tall and a little
boy at the same time.  I was fourteen.  I thought of myself as
a boy.  I coudn't think of Brad that way.

"Okay, then.  I'm gonna take you out for dinner, little guy."

"Brad, that sounds awesome.  Just the two of us?"

"Why?  Did you want me to invite the cheerleading squad?"

"No!"

"That's what I thought," Brad said, and he put his nose in my
ribs, reached his hands across me, and tickled me so bad.

"Ahh!  No.  NO!  Oh, God, Brad, PLEASE!"

"He he," Brad said, stopping, "See what you get when you ask too
many questions?"

I was grinning so big, my face hurt.  "You make me feel like one
of your brothers."  I thought that was good.

"Yeah?  Well, maybe that's the way I want it," Brad said, a
little embarrassed.

"Okay."

"Because I hurt you," he said, "and the only ones I ever hurt and
had to help heal were my brothers.  So, um, well--"

Now I was blushing again, embarrassed for him that he was
stumbling.  "I get it.  It's really cool, Brad."

"Yeah?" he said, the anxiousness gone from his face.  "You don't
think it's weird?  I mean--"

"Nope.  I don't think it's weird."  Oh, God!  He was so sweet--so
worried about me, it was . . . well, it was WONDERFUL!  And I
never pictured him doubtful or insecure, but I felt special that
he just seemed to be letting himself go--like he was exposing his
inner self and letting himself be vulnerable in front of me.

"You know Robby," he said softly, "because of what happened--and
because you're a good person, too--I wanna be your friend.  Not
just till you get better, but, I mean, a real friend.  Okay?"

"Yeah," I said as jubilantly as possible.  I was crying.

"Oh, shit, your cryin' little guy!  What the--"

"No, I'm happy--I just--"

"Oh, yeah.  Cory was like that.  Another brother.  Cried when he
was happy.  Okay.  Well here, maybe this will cure ya."

And Brad gave me another hug.

"I want to be your friend, too," I said, as Brad put me back in
the bed.

"I talked to my mom," he said, all serious.  "She agrees.  I hurt
you, and I have to find ways to try to make it up to you, or at
least . . . I mean, they say it's good if I spend time with you.
I don't feel I gotta--I really want to, little guy.  Even tho--"

"Even though we're two years apart?" I said, frowning.  I knew
that was coming eventually.  It never fails.

"Don't say that!  I don't care about that!  I like you the way
you are.  To me, we're the same!  OKAY?" he said, with a tinge of
anger in his sexy, masculine voice.

How could it not be okay?  "Way ok," I said proudly.

"My mom and dad are worried about you, too.  They'll be relieved
that you're all better.  And they both said for you to come over
any time you want.  And I'll take care of you."

I thought to myself, 'Oh, Brad, YEAH--take care of me!'  "That's
sweet," I said.  But I didn't want to take advantage of him.

And I already talked to your parents, and my folks did too, so
it's all cool.

Brad had this warm smile that was driving me crazy.  "Punch me!"
I said dreamily.  He really had taken care of everything.

"Punch you?" Brad said with a look of distaste.  "No way!"

"Yeah, punch me, I'm dreaming."

"You mean PINCH me."

"No, punch me.  I wanna feel pain."

"Stop talking like that, little guy.  No pain for you.  You're
too--too important, and you've had enough pain for a year, at
least.  Why'd you say that, anyway?"

"You've been so sweet . . . I don't know . . . I should've
known better than to say that.  I'm sorry."

"Good--'cause I'm not punching you.  But don't be sorry.  I gotta
go to school now.  You'll be home around four?  Wait--if not,
here's my cell number."  And he left, just that quick.

I was left with my mouth hanging open, and my heart and dick
pounding.  I looked down at what he gave me--a folded piece of
paper.  I opened it up.

     Hey, Robby.  I'll make up for what I did to you.  Just don't
     show this to anyone or tell the guys about this.  You know
     how they can be.
     (987) 528-2616

Wow.  Oh, yeah, I knew how they can be, all right!  But if me and
Brad could manage to be two human beings, good to each other, why
not everyone else?  What is stopping us?  Then I went into the
bathroom and sprayed cum all over the floor and toilet bowl.

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"I didn't know you could cook!  That's cool!" I said to Brad
after he told me some of his skills and talents.  We were using
his dad's car to drive to Bill's Steak House.  Brad was taking me
out for a steak dinner!

"You want me to cook, Robby?"

"Well--"

"Shit, yeah!  I'll call our parents and set it up, little guy."

I wasn't exactly in a position to argue, and I didn't want to
change a thing, but Brad was already turning the car around.

The way it turned out, we ended up at Brad's house for dinner,
and Brad cooked.  I got to meet two of his brothers, and his
parents.  They were all very nice people.

At my house, we were kind to each other, but I couldn't get over
a family like THIS.  Not only were they sweet, but they all
disappeared and made us feel like we had the place to
ourselves.

"That was great," I said after dinner, feeling totally
stuffed.

"Thanks, little guy.  I knew you'd like it."

I had no idea what I ate, but it was delicious.  I started to
feel stupid that I didn't ask him what it was at the time, but
then I realized my mind was on other things, then.

"What about you, Brad, did you like it--I mean the way it turned
out?"

"You're pretty smart, aren't you?" Brad said.  "Most guys don't
even know to ask the chef's opinion."  This he said with a huge
smile.  "I thought I put too much onion, but all in all, it
turned out the way I wanted."

"Cool," I said, starting to go into a trance over being this
close to Brad for so long, and interacting with him one-on-one.

"Well, little guy, it's time to go to your house."

"Oh, ok," I said, looking pleasantly surprised--not that I
would've minded staying at Brad's house.  "Why didn't I know
this?"  I thought we were staying put, for the evening.

"'Cause!  I'm the driver," he said.  Then he made a dopey face,
and used speech to match, "So, you ain't gotta know."

I laughed.

I felt nervous that Brad was driving his dad's Mercedes, but we
made it to my house without a scratch.  Both our dad's made good
money, so we lived in big houses.

Brad and I walked in the front door of my house.  The first thing
I noticed was mom wasn't at the door greeting us.

"Mom?  Dad?" I called.

"Oh, sorry honey," mom called back from her room, "Mr. Slater
called at the last minute, asking if your dad and I could come
over to help woo a new client."  Mr. Slater was dad's boss.

"Okay, mom, but . . . I'm here with Brad, remember?"

Mom came out then to greet us.

"Hello Mrs. Larrister," Brad said in a modulated, golden voice I
hadn't heard before.

"Hello, Brad, nice to meet you."

"It's very nice to meet you, too--at least somewhere that isn't a
hospital."

"Robby's said so many good things about you--I'm afraid you have
a lot to live up to, young man."

It was SO COOL to see Brad blush!  It was like a sexual moment.
I was so glad no one could see me getting hard.

"Oh.  Nothing too outrageous, I hope," Brad said, not even
sounding like Brad.

"Not at all," mom said, giving Brad the kind of smile I know
means that he actually charmed her a little--not the phony,
polite smile she uses for pain-in-the-ass people.

Oh, man!  My heart was beating over that turn of events.  This
meant that not only did I have mom wrapped around my finger, now
Brad did, too.  It bode well for future events with Brad--
whatever those might be.  I think I even saw a little blush on
mom's face.

"Good," Brad said politely.

"I'm sure a nice young man like you won't have any trouble living
up to the attributes of Zeus and Apollo," mom said, obviously
exaggerating my claims, while letting Brad know that I said some
really great things about him.

"No--no trouble at all ma'am," Brad said with a really sexy-
looking wise grin.  I could tell, mom was impressed.

I was so proud of him!  There it was--my possessiveness.  I had
to really watch myself and be careful about that.

Mom retreated to her room again, and in a few minutes, both mom
and dad appeared.  By then, Zeus and I were sitting in the living
room without a single idea as to what to do.

Brad sprang to his feet like a leopard.  He definitely was an
Apollo, that was for sure.

"Hello, Brad," my father said with a nice smile.

"Hello Mr. Larrister, it's good to meet you, sir."

"Likewise.  From what I hear you're the consummate young man, and
a very good friend to my son."

"Well, I don't know about--"

"Nonsense," dad said.  "I trust my wife's judgement.  You boys
have the run of the house," dad said, his eyes shifting to me
then back to Brad, toward the end of his sentence.  "Your mom
and I have some work to do, unfortunately, but I hope we can
see you another time."

"Yes, that would be very nice.  Thank you, Mr. Larrister."

I could tell Brad was a little nervous, but he looked and sounded
so grown up and confident.  Dad seemed a little nervous too,
because he usually tells my friends to call him Bob.  I think dad
and mom both were in a hurry to get to Mr. Slater's.

As soon as the front door closed, I realized Brad and I still had
nothing to do.  Then my wheels began to turn.

"Why don't we grab a coke, or something?"

"Sure, little guy--sounds great."

"Do you guys have a hot tub?" I asked, trying to set things up
for later.  I had looked around while I was at Brad's house,
and I already knew they had no hot tub.

"No," Brad said, looking almost ashamed.  "I think we have
everything else but.  Why?"

"We have one.  Sound good?"

"Yeah!  Sounds great.  We can be like those people in the
magazines."

"Okay!"

We took our cokes with us through the rooms while I showed Brad
the house.  He seemed really impressed.

"Most of your rooms are bigger than ours," Brad said, "and those
speakers are huge."  He was talking about the speakers in the
little home theatre room.  I knew one thing that was bigger than
mine, and that made mine start to rise and stiffen.  We went to
my room.

It was time to change and get into the hot tub--and I had a
hardon!  I wondered what to do for only a second, then remembered
that to Brad, it was no big deal.  Still, I was nervous as I
peeled off my briefs, and felt my boner spring out into the air.

I wasn't shocked, when I looked up, Brad was naked, too--but he
was soft.  He looked at me and smiled.  His dick looked so
wonderful, even soft.  I was facing him, full on, when my dick
throbbed.  Brad saw it.

"Okay, bonerboy--you know I'm gonna get one, now, after seeing
yours."

Then we were both embarrassed a little, walked over to the
sliding door, and just got into the hot tub.  It felt good and
hot--just right, I thought.

"Water okay?" I asked.

"Oh, sure."

"Gotcha," I said, grabbing Brad's arm, hoping to start a little
game of whatever in the water.

Brad grabbed my legs and put me off balance.  We laughed and
carried on, until Brad had my back against the side of the tub.
His arms straddled my head, and his feet were on top of mine.
The totally wonderful thing was the feeling of his dick touching
my leg!  I was in heaven.  All of a sudden, things were quiet.

As Brad moved closer to me, still over me, his hard dick slid up
to about my belly button.  His face was right above mine.  His
eyes had a very warm, inviting look.  This was my moment.

"Ooooo," I said, half moaning, "I like what Brad Junior just
did."

"Oh," Brad said, "you mean 'Poker Boy,' ha!"

"Yeah, Brad--I um . . . I think I like Poker Boy."

"Oh," he said.  "I thought maybe."

"How'd you know?"

"Same way you knew, I guess," Brad said in his deep voice.  It
seemed deeper now that we were in the water.  I couldn't believe
the ground we were breaking.  He was a lot smarter then at first
he let on to be.

"Yeah."

"Well, little guy, if you wanna get to know Poker Boy better--"
Brad said, blushing.  He didn't need to say 'if.'  He knew.  Then
he moved his body upward, and brought himself even closer to me.
That put Poker Boy on my chest.

Then there was a wicked moment of silence, like everyone froze
and forgot their lines, or something.  Finally, the heat of his
penis on my chest was too much.  I put my right hand on top of
the tip of Brad's hot cock.  I was speechless.  He felt huge.
I wanted to grab it and call it mine.

"Geez!  Robby Junior is awfully big," Brad said, wrapping his
hand around my dick, and obviously out of breath.  His eyes
burned into mine.  "By now . . . I guess . . . I can just say
it, huh?  I think you're hot as hell, Robby Larrister."

"Ohhhhh . . . Brad."

To be continued?
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by Eric L.    Thanks for reading.
(I Drooled for Brad, Chapter 2)

Please write to me, Eric, at the address above.  I hope you do,
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THREE OTHER STORIES BY ME  :-)  (ERIC L.):

High School
      erotic-dreams  (one-chapter stories)

Incest
      my-sons-sexuality
      i-wanted-my-dad

Any similarity between the characters portrayed in this story and
actual persons living or dead is purely coincidental and
unintentional.

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I DROOLED FOR BRAD - Chapter 2