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The Ghastly Obscenities of Brady Jeston
Chapter Twenty-two


By TurtleBoy



The light of the television flickered in the background as the morning's light slowly spread throughout the room. Brittany sat upright on the couch absentmindedly stroking James's hair as he slept with his head on her lap. She had been up all night exchanging phone calls with Natalie, who had gone home to sit by her own phone, just in case the boys showed up there.

Peter had paced back and forth from between the kitchen and living room for much of the night. It didn't matter how many times he tried, he couldn't sit down for more than a minute. Around five in the morning his body had become so tired that his mind started playing tricks on him, causing his thoughts to scramble every time he blinked or stood still. At one point, he thought that everything that was happening was a dream, like they hadn't moved to Canada at all and were still living in their beautiful little home in Cambridge. Of course, every time this happened, and he began to believe it as true, the phone would ring again and force him back into reality.

"What time is it?" asked James, sleepily, as he rolled onto his back and stretched his arms out at his sides.

Brittany looked down at her son and allowed herself to smile. "It's just coming up to nine."

"Did Mark come home with Brady yet?" he asked through a yawn.

"No, dear, not yet," replied Brittany, gripping the phone in her hand.

James sat up and leaned forward slightly, using his arms as supports on either side of him, against the couch, so that his sleepy body didn't tumble over. "Is he gonna be in trouble?"

Looking over at Peter, Brittany sighed and placed the phone on the arm of the couch. "Only if he doesn't call home soon," she explained and then stood up. "Are you hungry? Do you want something to eat?"

James nodded and pushed himself up to his feet. "Yeah, but I need to pee first," he replied as he groggily walked around the couch and toward the stairs. "Dad?" he asked, turning his head to face Peter, "Do you still hate Mark?"

Feeling his stomach knot, Peter shook his head. "No, James," he replied, leaning against the wall. "I could never hate your brother - not even for a second."

"But..." James stopped and turned back around, unsure if he should continue. "You hate Brady, though, right?"

Peter didn't know how to reply. James's words had stung his heart and caused his eyes to water. He couldn't decide how he felt about Brady, and because of that, he felt like an idiot. He knew Brady was a good boy, and he was sure that he didn't hate him, exactly. Instead it was more like resentment or even jealousy, but how could he admit to something like that, especially to his eight-year-old son? Now feeling even more conflicted than before, Peter just shook his head. "No, James. I don't hate Brady."

The moment Peter replied, James's face lit-up with a huge, happy grin, and he happily ran up the stairs. Seeing this, Peter felt awful, like he had just lied to his own son, but how could he explain to such a young boy exactly what was happening?

Feeling something touch against his shoulder, Peter turned his head to see Brittany, and he raised his arm to rest his hand on top of hers. More than anything, he wanted to apologize for everything that was happening, but no matter how hard he tried the words couldn't form on his tongue. "We'll find them," he finally said and walked over to the couch and picked up the phone.

"What are you doing?" asked Brittany, as Peter began to dial.

"Calling in to work," he replied and placed the receiver to his ear.




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Mark and Brady stood in front of the tent staring at it and then down at themselves. "Uh... Maybe we should try and clean ourselves off first," suggested Brady.

"Yeah, okay," replied Mark, "but what about our shoes? I'm not sure about you, but I didn't bring a second pair."

Brady looked down at his feet, at his drenched, mud covered shoes. "Damn, neither did I."

"So... what do we do?"

Brady shrugged. "Beats me. I guess we'll just have to wash them. They're already soaked anyway." With that said, Brady kicked off his shoes and awkwardly slid off his socks before walking over to the creek. "You coming?" he asked, looking over his shoulder at Mark.

Following suit, Mark bent down and pulled off his shoes and socks and dropped them next to the tent. "Okay, so... Now what?"

"We jump in," answered Brady.

"Uh-uh, no way," Mark shook his head and stepped back. "That water's freezing!"

Brady just giggled and stepped closer to the creek. "It'll be fine," he said, just before dipping his foot in the water. "Don't be such a wimp."

As soon as Brady's toes touched the water, he couldn't help but to jump back from the cold, which caused Mark to laugh at him. "Come on Brady!" he gloated. "Don't be such a wimp!"

"I'm not!" said Brady, defensively. "I just wasn't ready yet."

"Uh-huh," replied Mark with a chuckle. "Admit it, the water's too cold!"

Now unable to back down, Brady stepped inside the water and slowly took a few steps in, while having to force himself to remain quiet and not run back out screaming. The first two feet in, rising up his calves to his knees, were the worst. However, by the time the water reached the leg of his shorts, he finally began to adjust. "Come on!" he yelled, waving at Mark to follow.

"Dammit!" shouted Mark in frustration as he dipped his toes in and out of the water. "I can't! It's too cold!"

"Come on! Don't be such a baby!" teased Brady, bending down and placing his hands in the water.

Seeing Brady's movement, Mark jumped back and ran toward the tent. "Don't you dare!" he pleaded, fearing that Brady was going to splash him.

"What?"

"I know what you were thinking!" scolded Mark. "Don't you try and trick me!"

"What?!" Brady looked confused. "I was just washing my hands..."

"Lies!" Mark protested. "I saw what you were thinking!"

"Huh? How can you see what I'm thinking?" giggled Brady. "Just come in here. I won't do anything; I promise."

Mark stepped closer to the water. "Promise?"

"Yes, I promise!"

"Cross you heart?"

Brady giggled and then crossed his heart. "And hope to die... well, maybe not die, but if I do anything I'll let you dunk me in the water."

"Nuh-uh!" shouted Mark. "That's not fair! You're already used to it!"

"Okay fine. If I do anything, I'll wash your clothes the entire time we're out here."

"Promise?"

Brady rolled his eyes and sighed. "Yes! I already said that. Don't you trust me?"

"No!" replied Mark as he lowered his left foot into the water. "Fffffffuuuuu-Aaargh!"

"What the hell was that?" Brady chuckled as he slowly moved away from Mark, and deeper into the water.

Mark didn't reply. He had to make sure to use every ounce of concentration he had toward getting himself into the water. Below his feet he could feel the smooth, slightly slimy rocks, which helped to distract his mind from the cold just enough so that he could continue forward. "Dude... You never told me how gross this was," he said through violent shivers.

"Yeah - I figured I'd leave that part out. Once the water gets up to your knees it gets better, though," promised Brady.

Folding his arms in front of him, Mark stepped further out into the creek. Goosebumps rippled across his body, causing every single one of his muscles to become tense. Soon the rocky bottom turned into a sludgy-feeling muck that oozed between his toes, which Mark found to be disturbingly comforting. By the time the water reached his knees, just as Brady had promised, the cold water no longer bothered him - as much.

Brady was now lying back in the water, casually floating on its surface with his eyes closed. Seeing this, Mark attempted to do the same, so he cautiously lowered his back into the water, ignoring the cold, and lifted his feet. "Ahhh!" he screamed, just before being devoured by the water's surface.

Brady immediately stood up and rushed toward where Mark had disappeared just in time for him to resurface. "Oh my God, are you okay?" asked Brady, grabbing Mark by the shoulders to help him stand up.

"Yeah..." he replied, coughing. "Think I swallowed a frog, though."

"What were you doing?"

Mark giggled and wiped the dripping water away from his eyes. "I was trying to float." "Oh," was all Brady could think to say in response.

The two stared at each other for a while, half-smiling, until Mark randomly shoved Brady backward a bit. "Hey! What was that for?"

"Nothing," smiled Mark as he stepped closer to him, "I just..."

Suddenly, Brady stepped forward and wrapped his arms around Mark and held him tight against his chest. At first Mark was surprised and thought Brady was trying to dunk him under the water, but when nothing more happened he returned the hug and kissed him on the cheek. "Are you trying to make me paranoid?" he whispered in Brady's ear.

"No, I just," burrowing his face against Mark's neck, on top of his shoulder, Brady sighed and squeezed tighter, "I just love you, that's all."

Mark felt his insides flutter and his throat become dry, preventing him from replying, so instead he slid his hand down Brady's back and pressed his lips down on his forehead. While doing so, Brady had lowered his hands and brought them back up underneath Mark's shirt, where he then slowly slid the heavy fabric up toward his shoulders.

The two separated briefly and helped each other remove their tops, which they then threw back toward the rocks. Before the discarded clothing had reached the ground, Brady had pulled Mark back into another hug. Their lips immediately met, and their hands instinctively wrapped around the other's body.

Brady could feel Mark's hands slide down his back, further and further, until they stopped at the waistband of his shorts. Between them they could already feel the heat of the other's hardened arousal as it struggled desperately for contact. Without a thought, Brady's hands travelled down Mark's back, to his sides, and his fingers pried themselves underneath the fabric which, up until now, had been attempting to prevent his desire from satisfaction. Now, though, Brady wasn't going to allow his thoughts to continue. He knew what he wanted, and was no longer willing to hold back and wait.

With his fingers already halfway inside, Brady pushed down with arms, hooking his thumbs around the outside of Mark's waistband, and pulled them down. As soon as the cool water touched against Mark's skin he immediately gasped and became tense, causing his own hands to dip themselves underneath Brady's shorts, and he slid them over the bare skin of his behind. The sudden contact forced Brady's knees to buckle, which allowed his shorts to slide down his legs, with the help of the gently flowing current.

Being naked in the water together only fuelled their excitement, which led to a strange new sense of freedom. Using this to his advantage, Brady moved his hands and placed them on Mark's surprisingly soft buttocks and gently squeezed. The moment he did this, Mark hummed and pressed his lips harder against Brady's, while sliding his left hand up to the small of Brady's back and pushed him closer.

It was then that Brady, for the first time, felt his hardened length briefly slide against Mark's. At first the contact scared him, but the moment he realized what it was that had touched him he pushed himself closer. The tip of Mark's erection stabbed at Brady's flesh, near his hip, and then slid upward as Mark moved forward.

Suddenly, Brady could feel the skin of Mark's length pressing into him, touching right against his own, as their bodies began to move back and forth. With his hands still holding Mark's behind, Brady lifted Mark of his feet, allowing Mark to wrap his legs around his waist.

The water around them, reaching just above Brady's naval, splashed against their skin and spun between their legs, like dozens of miniature whirlpools lifting them up and pulling them down at the same time. Brady could feel Mark's buttocks become tense and then relax with every rise and fall of his body, and every time this was done Brady's hands would squeeze them, which slowly guided the tips of his fingers between the narrow crevices of his behind. The mere thought of where he would soon be touching caused Brady's mind to spin. Feeling both impatient and nervous at the same time, no matter how bad he wanted to, he couldn't build the nerve to speed the process.

Just then, Mark's entire body became as stiff as a board, and he threw back his head and grit his teeth, while firmly pressing his erection into Brady's. As soon as this happened, Brady squeezed Mark's behind with greater intensity, causing the tip of his middle finger to make contact with Mark's most private area. Brady immediately lost himself in the moment and slid his finger along the soft new discovery, while thrusting his hips forward. Feeling Mark's length still twitching and grinding against his own quickly became too much for Brady to handle. He could already feel the pressure building deep inside of him, forcing an overwhelming sensation spread throughout his body, like an itch he couldn't scratch. And just as the feeling became too much to bear, his eyes locked with Mark's.

Brady's entire body stiffened and his arms wrapped around Mark's waist in an attempt to pull him closer than humanly possible. His entire body shook and shivered, but his eyes refused to look away from Mark's beautiful blue eyes. Instead, as his body gradually regained control, he allowed his muscles to relax and his legs to become limp. His grip on Mark's body loosened as the two slowly fell back toward the water, and just as Brady felt the back of his head touch against the surface his lips met with Mark's.

The two allowed themselves to gently sink into the water, either one refusing to part with the other, until they could no longer hold their breath. Mark was first to reach the air and immediately gasped, while trying to fill his lungs. Just as Mark had managed to regain his balance, Brady's head sprung out from under the water, splashing water in all directions as he attempted to move his hair away from his eyes.

As soon as the two made eye contact, they both began to laugh as they tried to rid themselves of their sudden, unexpected nervous energy. Once their giggles started to fade, Mark stared down into the water, hoping to find his shorts before the creek swallowed them up forever. "Did we really just do that?" Mark finally said, trying to break the awkward silence.

Brady felt himself blush as he nodded. "Uh-huh," he replied in a whisper. "I think we lost our clothes..."

Mark shrugged and looked up from the water toward Brady. "I'm not worried about that," he said. "But I am a little worried that we just impregnated a fish."

"A what?" asked Brady, raising an eyebrow, "I'm not sure that's possible."

"I dunno... But don't be surprised if we find a bunch of little Brady-poles swimming around soon."

"Brady-poles?" giggled Brady.

"Yeah, like tadpoles, but with you as their father."

"But frogs aren't even fish," Brady pointed out.

"Aha!" Mark suddenly shouted as he reached down into the water and pulled out a pair of underwear. "I, uh, I think these are yours," he said, tossing them over to Brady.

Just barely catching them in his hands, Brady looked at them and blushed again. "Yup, those are mine," he said and tossed them toward the tent. "I hope we find your shorts at least."

"Why" Mark asked without looking away from the water.

"Because... they look good on you."

"Really? Better than I do without them?" replied Mark with a grin.

Brady grinned and stepped closer to Mark, "Well - okay, they're a really close second," he said, about to wrap his arms around Mark for another hug. However, just before he could, Mark's eyes widened and he belly-flopped into the water. "Oh shi!..." he tried to yell just before he disappeared underneath the water.

Baffled by Mark's sudden excitement, and slightly disappointed, Brady stared at the water where Mark had vanished and waited for him to resurface. Within a few short seconds, Mark's head darted out of the water with his hand held high above him. "I found them!" he announced in excitement as he waved his hand in the air with his white, dripping shorts from side to side, "and I think I see your shorts, too!"

Immediately directing his attention to the water, Brady attempted to see past the waves and ripples as they splashed up against his body. "Where?" he asked, looking up at Mark.

"Right there!" Mark pointed down at the water, to Brady's left. "Hold on a sec!" he yelled, throwing his shorts toward the tent and then jumping back into the water.

Still trying to see into the water, Brady skimmed his hands along the water's surface in an attempt to smooth out the waves, unsuccessfully. After about ten seconds, when Mark didn't reappear, he started getting nervous. "Mark?" he said, staring down at the water. "Mark, are you okay?"

Just as Brady was about to dive in after him, something slid up his right leg, toward his behind. "Mark! Cut it out!" he giggled and tried to get away.

"What?" asked Mark, from behind him.

Brady turned around to see Mark sitting on a rock, near the water's edge - nowhere near his leg. "What the...?" started Brady, feeling his skin begin to crawl, just as the movement up his leg continued. "Holy shit!" he screamed and ran toward land. "Something just touched me!"

"What?" Mark asked again, curiously watching as Brady rushed out of the water.

Miraculously making it across the underlying bed of hard, slippery rocks, Brady ran toward the tent and spun around in shivers of disgust. Still over by the creek, Mark turned around and whistled at Brady, "Nice bod, Brady!" he admired with a grin, only half-teasing.

Remembering that he was naked, Brady immediately stopped his movement and dropped his hands to his midsection in a belated attempt at modesty.

"Oh come on!" chuckled Mark, "are you trying to be shy? What happened?"

Brady's cheeks burned with embarrassment as he stared back at Mark, still sitting on the rock. His back was facing toward him, with his head turned around awkwardly. Unable to look away, Brady stared at him. On his long, bare back he could see the gentle bumps of his spine that led his eyes straight down to his behind.

Following Brady's eyes, Mark glanced down at backside and blushed with a smile, realizing that he, too, was naked. "Pervert," he said and tossed Brady's shorts at him. "I got 'em, by the way."

As much as Brady tried, he couldn't answer. His mind was racing and his blood felt like it had all become trapped inside of his head, causing his throat to swell and dry. So, instead, he stepped back toward the tent and carefully bent down to pick up his bag and slowly cowered away behind it, so that Mark couldn't see.

"Seriously?" chuckled Mark. "You're hiding?"

Brady ducked down behind the tent and pulled a towel out from his bag. "I, uh..."

"You what?" asked Mark as he stood up and walked away from the rock, toward the tent.

"I don't know," replied Brady, trying to get dressed as quickly as possible.

"We just impregnated a creek together, and you're afraid for me to see you naked?" asked Mark, tip-toeing closer to the tent.

"No!" said Brady. "It's just... I dunno - weird."

Just then, Mark jumped out in front of Brady, "Boo!" he yelled, standing in front of him like he were about to pounce on his prey, but he was too late. "Aww man!" Mark moaned when he saw that Brady had already slid into a clean pair of black boxer-briefs. "You're no fun!"

"But you are," replied Brady with a huge grin on his face as he stared up at Mark's still naked body.

Mark looked down at himself then back at Brady, who was obviously staring at his dangling, limp penis. "Hey!" he shouted, "No fair!" Cupping his hands in front of his crotch, Mark jumped backward and ran to the other side of the tent. "You're a meanie!"

Finally feeling his embarrassment decline, as his blood flow rerouted elsewhere, Brady slid on a pair of shorts and stood up. "I'm sorry," he said through a giggle. "But..."

"But what?" Mark interrupted. "Big meanie, doodle-hog!"

"What!? Did you just call me a doodle-hog?" asked Brady.

"Yup!" replied Mark with a nod. "You make me all 'oh I want Brady-doodle!' but then Brady don't share his doodle!"

"I did too!"

"Nuh-uh! That didn't count!" said Mark as he poked his head out over the top of the tent. "The water was hiding all the good parts!"

"That's not my fault!" defended Brady.

"So! So... So!" said Mark as he waved his finger at Brady.

Brady began to laugh hysterically, "What!?"

"What are you laughing at, meanie?!"

"I'm laughing at you!"

"Well why don't you come here and laugh? Huh? Scared aren't yuh!?"

Brady stepped toward the fire pit and nodded. "Yup," he said, obviously catching Mark off guard with his reply.

Looking flustered with the unexpected admittance from Brady, Mark struggled to think of what to say in response. "And well you should be!" he finally said, while stepping into a pair of deep-blue briefs. "So - what do we do now?"

Brady grinned, his eyes glued to Mark's underwear, "Well..."

"Hey!" interrupted Mark, "I'm up here, Doodle-brain!" Mark stepped into a pair of shorts and pulled them up as high as they would go. "There! That'll get your attention!"

"What!?" said Brady with a chuckle, while trying to stop himself from blushing. "I, uh, I... I guess we could see if the store's open now."

Mark readjusted his shorts and slid a t-shirt over his head. "Okay! And then we could come back here and roast ourselves up some wieners!"

"Uh, no. Then we can pack up and hike to our campsite."

"What?!" Mark's eyes widened, and he dropped his jaw. "Without breakfast?"

"We'll eat on the way," replied Brady as he attempted to put on his soggy shoes. "I wanna get there before lunch," he explained.

Mark gasped as if he had just been insulted. "Fine!"





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