Beginning With Brad - Part 2

I walked up my driveway waiting to hear his motor start, and it didn't. Even as I stepped up towards the porch, I could see his car and there was no way that I could resist not looking. Brad had both hands at the 12 o'clock position on the steering wheel and his forehead resting ontop of them. I didn't know if he was mad, sad, happy, crying, or just deep in thought. Nevertheless, there was nothing that I could do about it at this point. What had been said was already said and there was no taking it back. 

I just hoped that he could figure out what I was trying to say in not so many words. I hoped that he understood that I did care who he kissed with his mouth, and that I wanted it to be me. I hoped that he knew that I wasn't offeneded by Ted calling him my boyfriend because that's what I wanted him to be more then anything in the entire world. 

When I got in the house, past my parents, and into the safety of my bedroom, I began to take of my clothes until I was naked. I stood in front of the mirror mounted on the back of my bedroom door and looked closely at my nude body from head to toe. I don't recall every doing this before except when I was much younger and pubic hair made an appearance. I looked at the image before me and wondered if Brad would find it pleasing to his eyes. 

I was not muscular by any means, but I didn't have an ounce of excess fat anywhere. I had no body hair like most guy's I had seen naked, except for what was ontop of my head, under my arms, and directly over my average sized penis. And that was assuming that a 4" flacid penis was average. All I know is that around the locker room it wasn't the biggest, and it wasn't the smallest. When it came to my erect penis, I had nothing to compare it to other then the 10 and 11 inch cocks that I'd seen in porno flicks and I was a far cry from anything of the sort. I was a straight 6 1/2 inches, and slightly more if the wind was right.

When I started to imagine what Brad might look like naked, I hadn't a clue. In three years of high school, we'd never shared a P.E. class and that was a good thing as far as I was concerned. The thought of seeing Brad naked for the first time was somthing that I wanted to happen when we where alone. I also realized that I didn't care about the size of his penis at all. What I wanted form Brad has a lot to do with his penis, but absolutely nothing to do with how big, little, or average it was. The fact that it was his penis and he was offering it to me was all that I cared about.

I just wanted to hold it, kiss it, love it, and taste it until it exploded in a shower of sexual release. And I wanted to hear him call out my name as it happened. I wanted him to know that what I did, I did because I loved him more then I have ever love anyone, or anything in my entire life. 

Brad and I continued on for months torturing each other at the peak of a special love affair that was ticking like a time bomb, but just wouldn't go off..... There was one moment when Brad, Ted, Brian, and I where sitting on the back patio smoking a joint. It wasn't my first time, but it was Brad's and he was absolutely hysterical when he was stoned. Ted dared us to kiss each other on the lips just to try it and we did. It was just a lip to lip kiss that lasted about 3 seconds. We both just looked at them after we where done as if to say: "See, we did it. No big deal."

But then Brian askd me if I saw the look on Brad's face when we kissed and I said no. He asked Brad the same question and he said no as well.

"That's because you guy's both closed your eyes when you where kissing." Ted said.

"What does that mean?" Brad and I said at about the same time.

"That's for us to know, and for you guys to find out." Brian said.

Brad and I where stealing glances at each other trying not to bust up laughing. I just know that when I moved my face towards his, my eyes closed automatically. In the darkness, I felt Brad's smooth lips on mine and I could feel the warmth of his nose touching mine, and I could smell him. Not cologne, or soap, or even pizza sauce, but him. The scent of Brad, and it combined with the his kiss sent my cock 6 1/2 inches down my right pant leg in 10 seconds flat..... Thank God! - I was wearing an apron.

Brian told Ted that we should go with them to Magic Mountin this weekend, and he just smiled and said that it was a "fabulous idea" in a very gay way. They even offered to pay and Brad and I jumped at the offer. An all day pass to Magic Mountian was like $15 bucks back then. Minimum wage was about $3.10 an hours and $2.45 after taxes, so you do the math. There was no way we'd turn down that offer. I just assumed that it was Ted's way of paying us back for keeping his secret for more then a year at this point. So it was settled. Brad and I where going to spend the day at Magic Mountain with a couple of gay guy's.

When we got to Ted's house, he and Brian where ready to go and we made the 50 mile drive to Magic Mountain. They waited until we where pulling into the parking lot of Magic Mountian to let Brad and I know that there was a special event going on today.

"Oh yeah!" we said. "Like what?"

"Well......um.......it's gay day." Brian said.

When we walked through the front gate, We saw nothing but people who didn't look any different then people that we saw on a day-to-day basis. There where man, women both young and old. There where even teenagers like Brad and I. Some older and even some younger. 

"You mean everyone here is gay." Brad said.

"Yup! I'll bet a million bucks that everyone here is gay." Ted said.

I don't know if Brad caught that, but I sure did. Ted was betting that "everyone" visiting the park was gay and that included Brad and I. Either way, neither of us disputed what Ted meant by everyone.

People where holding hands and kissing and nobody cared. Brad and I must have glanced at each other a million time in the first few hours but we couldn't seem to get to where we wanted to be. But slowly we walked a little closer together and closed that gap little by little. Ted and Brian made little comments about what a cute couple Brad and I would make. All that accomplished was making both of us blush intensely.

It wasn't until we where waiting in a long line for a roller coaster ride with Ted and Brian, that one more glance between Brad and I was enough to set us free. We where just standing there watching guys with thier arms around each other, some kissing, and I saw something in Brads eyes. 

I watched the expression on his face change and I looked over at Ted and Brian with a look on my face that said "Can you help us out here." And as I gaized into Brad's eyes again, and I was desprately trying to send a message without speaking. I shifted my eyes down towards his lips, and then quickly back to his face. His reaction was what I had hoped for. He swollowed hard, and nodded his head up and down very slightly, but enough to see that he was nodding in the affirmative as if to say: 

"Yes - kiss me!"

But I was frozen, and I looked over at Ted and Brian again like a deer caught in the headlights. I was looking for a little encouragement, and didn't expect what Ted was about to do. At the top of his voice he said to all of the people around us that Brad and I where a couple of closet cases. 

"Let's give them a little help" Ted said. And then he started chanting "Kiss him! - Kiss him! - Kiss him!" 

And by the fourth "Kiss him!" about 100 people joined in as Brad and I just stood there looking at each other. I think it was Brian who pushed my head towards Brad and Ted who nudged Brad towards me. But a second later we where kissing, and like clock work our tongues pushed forward and our arms found their way around each other. There we where making out in front of hundreds of people who where clapping, whistling, and cheering. 

I felt like crying, but held it back because it was something that I had never done before. Yes! - of course I've cried due to physical pain, or emotional sadness. But never out of shear joy and utter contentment. But I couldn't escape this feeling that I had found something wonderful that didn't belong to me. Something that didn't exist in the "real world" and as soon as we left the park, we wouldn't be able to love each other so openly like this. We'd be back amongst the haters, and not be allowed love each other without being pointed at and made to feel sick and ashamed for loving a memeber of the same sex. I wasn't going to spoil it and quickly put that thought out of my mind. For now I was among "my people" and they shared in the joy that Brad and I had finally in each other. 

As far as what Brad and I would be once we left the park was a bridge I'd cross when that time came. We held hands and walked proudly together amazed how people could just walk past without so much as a glance. Later, during another passionate kiss, I did begin to cry.

"Seth! why are you crying." Brad said.

"Because I'm in love with you." I replied.

"So what in the fuck are you crying about?" He said.

"Bradley! - That mouth." I replied.

"It's not dirty." He said. "I only kiss you from now on."

As if that was going to make me not cry harder. Oh that boy did things to me over the next 5 years that will stay with me if I live to be 100-years old. I have no doubt that Bradley Nygaard will be the final thought that crosses through my mind as I slip quietly out of this life of mine.

The End - Maybe...