Love Is Where You Find It Chapter Twelve
After brunch, Brad and I rushed home. Somehow Clint's story about Carl seemed to mark the end of him in our lives. He was completely out of my system and I intended to show Brad by making love to him like never before.
As soon as we got in the house, I drew all the blinds on the ground floor windows. We and our dads had a signal. If the blinds were drawn in either of our houses it meant "DO NOT DISTURB," hanky panky in progress. Even though we had showered just before church, I insisted that Brad take a shower with me.
"This time I do all the work," I told him. He started to object but I hushed him. We disrobed quickly and I started the shower. We waited until the temperature suited both of us and we entered the stall. I wouldn't let Brad do a thing. I started by shampooing his thick, ash blonde hair. Then I took a wash cloth and got it good and soapy. I began to wash every part of his body, starting tenderly at his face and working down. I washed his ears and then ran my tongue all around the inside and outside of his ears. Brad shivered under the hot water.
I soaped his torso, nipping playfully at his nipples. I turned him and washed his back side. I took plenty of time washing his butt and his crack. I got on my knees and kissed his cheeks and then my tongue sucked playfully up and down his crack. Every once in a while I stuck my tongue into his asshole as far as it would go. Then I inserted a soapy finger and played with his prostate. When he was groaning and squirming I inserted a second finger and then a third.
I turned him again while I was still on my knees, and begin to kiss and caress his balls. He was so hard that his cock kept hitting me on my nose. I could hear the desperation in his voice as he begged me to let him cum. I wrapped my hand around his cock and slowly took it in my mouth. I took him in slowly, a little at a time as my tongue flicked up and down his shaft.
Finally he was entirely in my mouth. I closed my lips on the bottom of his shaft and let my tongue do all the work. I flicked it up and down his shaft as my pursed lips pumped gently at the base of his cock. As I sucked his delicious cock, my fingers played with his crack and his balls.
Suddenly his body stiffened and he yelled out, "I'm cumming my love." I sucked harder as I felt his jism passing through his cock and into my mouth. I sucked out every drop and swallowed every globule. I wouldn't let go of his cock until he begged for relief. I stood up and we embraced. Our bodies pressed together and we were truly united in love.
As we were drying off, Brad said, "You don't think I'm going to let you have all the fun." He took my hand and gently led me to the bed. He repeated everything I had just done, but he wouldn't let me cum in his mouth. Instead, he lubed my cock and his ass. He lay on his back, raised his legs and bade me enter his pleasure dome.
After brunch that morning, we had dropped our dads off before rushing pell mell into our house. They were in a rush also but not for sex (yet). They changed into warm-up suits and set off on a brisk two mile walk to get some much needed exercise. Their path took them past our house and they noticed the drawn blinds.
"Ain't youth wonderful?" Dad remarked.
"It sure is," Pop said. "How about you and I doing a little of that stuff after the walk." As he said that, he winked at Dad and patted his rump. "You're on," Dad answered. Their walk that day was quicker and brisker than usual.
When they got home, they drew the blinds, and headed for the bedroom. They undressed quickly and threw their sweaty warm-up suits into the hamper. Dad turned on the shower and while the water was warming, he was all over Pop. As they kissed with their mouths open and their tongues dueling, they fondled each other's cocks which were stiff and aching.
In the shower they mutually washed each other's bodies, teasing and caressing the other's most erogenous zones. After twenty-five plus years, they knew each other well. When they had teased enough, they stepped out of the shower and dried one another.
As they were drying Pop asked, " Will you fuck me today, Larry? I need you inside of me so badly."
"Your wish is my command, but you better do as much for me." Again they kissed, grabbing and stroking each other's cocks. They lay down in bed in a sixty-nine position. For awhile they just fondled each other's balls and cocks, but after what seemed hours, they tentatively tasted each other in the most teasing manner. But as they got more and more aroused, they took each other all the way in and began to suck their partner's cock, until there was no denying the sensation building in both of them, so they pulled away from each other.
Dad got the lube from his dresser drawer and greased Pop's ass generously and then he obliged his own aching cock. Pop lay on his back and raised his legs, which Dad placed on his shoulders. Dad put his cock on Pop's asshole, and pushed in gently. After years of fucking each other he met almost no resistance. Once in, Dad lay on top of Pop, neither of them moving. They kissed each other with such passion that each began to feel his orgasm resuming. Dad finally began stroking and after only a few long in and out strokes, he came, sobbing on Pop's shoulder. There were tears all over Dad's face and Pop's shoulder.
"I love you so much," each of my dads whispered to each other.
Pop said, "In church today I thanked God for you."
"That's funny," Dad answered. "I did the same. Now stop stalling and fuck me."
"My pleasure," Pop said as they switched positions.
Back at our place, Brad and I were lying naked in bed, trying to recover from our recent love making when the phone rang. I picked it up and it was Reverend Clint. After a few inane remarks, he asked to speak to Brad.
"I need an intervention," he said ironically. "I just got a call from Carl."
"I hope you hung up on him."
"I'm afraid not," the reverend answered. "He told me how sorry he was and begged me to forgive him. He pleaded with me to come to visit him, and by the way, could I bring some cigarette money. I've got to admit, it was hard to deny his sincerity and I began to weaken, but I didn't say I would come."
"If you are really serious about an intervention, the next time he calls, tell him never to call you again and to find himself another patsy. I'd like him to call Aaron. He'd hear a thing or two." I had never seen Brad quite this angry and when he hung up, I had to hold him tight. He was shaking as if we were having an earthquake.
"I hope he get's gang raped in prison," Brad said in a shaky voice. I figured the best thing for me to do was to keep my mouth shut and just comfort Brad. That call ended our romantic mood.
We got up, showered yet again and called our dads to tell them about Clint's call. They didn't answer the phone so we left a message. They called back about a half hour later, and I filled them in. Brad was too emotional to speak of it. Whenever he tried, all that happened was that he hyperventilated.
"I think I'll call Clint and ask him to dinner tonight," Dad said. "He shouldn't be alone. Would you guys like to come also? I'll throw some burgers on the grill."
When Clint arrived he was shaking worse than Brad. "What happened?" Pop yelled at him.
"Just before I left, Carl called again. I told him never to call me again and to find some new patsies. Then I hung up on him. I feel so awful," Clint moaned.
Brad jumped up and put his arms around Clint to comfort him. "Believe me," Brad said. "You did the right thing. You just need time to realize it." All of us kept the make-shift barbeque light and breezy. Carl was not mentioned again, and by the time Clint left, he was in a much better mood.
"We've got to find Clint a boy friend," Brad said, and he did, not too long after that. His need to be a match maker was waking up from a short nap.
I usually got home from work just before five and I never knew when Brad would get home. He was rarely later than 8 PM. A week after the barbeque, I got home and picked up the mail from our box. There was a thick envelope from The California State Education Department. My whole body began to shake. I wanted to rip open the envelope, but I called Brad instead. The receptionist told me that he was out of the office so I called his cell. There was no answer and I thought I would die. All I could do is leave a message.
About fifteen minutes later he called back. "I was in conference with the client," he explained. I told him about the envelope and he begged me to open it. The letter inside was several pages long, but the first paragraph was all I had to read. Brad had passed every section of the CPA exam. While he was hooting and hollering at his end, I read on. Over all he had the highest scores in the state and he had top scores on two of the four sections of the exam. There were detailed instructions of what he was required to do to complete the process of getting his certificate from the state of California. The new inductees were to be honored in a ceremony in Sacramento on November 1, and Brad was to receive a special award honoring his achievement.
"First in the state," I screamed. "You were first in the state. I am so proud of you. I've got to think up a special treat for tonight." I had sex in mind, but as usual our dads had food in mind. Their phone was busy so I ran over to tell them the news. Dad called Brad to congratulate him and to make him promise to be home by seven. Then he called Jamie and Jim, but I couldn't hear what he said to them. I did hear him make reservations for six at a five star restaurant for eight o'clock that evening.
The six of us celebrated in style that night and when Brad and I, and Jamie and Jim, tried to pay, our dads would have none of it. As much as I enjoyed the evening, I couldn't wait to get home and give Brad his dessert.
I wanted to try an experiment this night and maybe I could write about it and get us into the Guinness Book of World Records. I wanted to suck Brad's cock, always stopping before the point of no return to see how many times we could do this before he came spontaneously.
"I don't know about this," Brad said. "It will be pure torture."
"But your orgasm will be mind blowing," I tried to assure him. I was successful eight times, but on the ninth, Brad yelled that he was cumming, and I knew we could delay no longer. He came in my mouth and I could not remember more spunk cumming out of him. He screamed so loud, I expected a call from the neighbors or maybe the police.
"You were right," he moaned. "It was mind blowing."
The next morning at work, Jim called Brad into his office. "I've got some good news all around," he informed Brad. "First of all, I want you to know that you have more than lived up to our aspirations for you. Not only are you an ideal staff person, but you and Aaron are our friends as well. Jamie and I are giving you a substantial raise, in appreciation of how you have helped make this practice grow. We are also going to begin recruiting for another staff person, someone with experience this time. Brad, when we grow to six, I would like you to consider a partnership with us."
Brad was speechless, which was a good thing because Jim wasn't finished.
"Jamie and I want you in on the interviews. We figure that you will be working with him, or her, closer than we will. Is that all right with you?"
"Sure, oh sure," Brad was finally able to unlock his tongue.
"I've written an ad for the newspaper," Jim said. He handed a sheet of paper to Brad. "Read it. Edit it if you like, and get it back before noon so we can get it into the gay press as soon as possible and the newspaper within a day or two." Jim stood up, embraced Brad and kissed him on the lips. Brad took that to mean that he should get back to work.
In his office Brad read the copy:
Fast growing CPA firm with offices in downtown San Francisco seeks a staff person with minimum of three year's experience. Our practice is diverse and covers audits in many industries. We also prepare federal, state and local taxes. CPA preferred. CPA candidate acceptable. Send résumé and salary requirements to PO Box 4455, San Francisco, CA 94222, attn: Brad.
Brad was shocked. Jamie and Jim were going to leave the interviewing to him. This was turning into quite a day.
The ad hit the local newspapers first and Brad received about one hundred résumés, which he quickly weeded down to a dozen. When the ad hit a few of the gay magazines, Brad got about twenty more résumés. He spent hours pouring over the thirty-four applicants. He weeded those down to ten, of which four had come out of the gay press, and two were women. One of those four from the gay press intrigued him. The man was a bit more mature than the other applicants. He was thirty-five and had twelve year's experience. He had been certified in the state of California for nine years. His cover letter noted that circumstances in his private life had forced him to move from Los Angeles and to start over. He was willing to take a salary less than his experience would demand, just to prove himself.
Brad gave the ten finalists' résumés to the receptionist and told her to set up five interviews for him on each of the next two Saturdays. He put his favorite candidate at the top and told her to schedule him last in the day so he would not have to rush the candidate. Brad couldn't wait to meet Russell Wilson and hear his story about why he had to relocate.
When Brad had gone for his interview, he, Jamie and Jim had bonded immediately. After the first four interviews, he felt no such affinity to any of the candidates, and didn't even bring them in to meet Jamie and Jim.
Brad's instincts were right on. When he went out into the reception area to bring Russ Wilson in, he shook his hand and had a vision of this man working side by side with him. Russ towered over Brad. He was at least 6'2" tall. He had straight black hair, blue eyes, and a chin so square it looked chiseled. Underneath his business attire, he was obviously very muscular. To label him as handsome was an understatement.
During the interview Brad asked all the usual questions about Russell's range of experience and he was duly impressed. Then he decided it was time to get personal.
"All the CPA's in this firm are gay," he told Russ. "Does that present a problem?"
"Not at all," he answered. "I'm gay myself."
"You said that you moved to San Francisco for personal reasons. Is it something to do with your professional life? Is it something that I should know about?" Brad knew that Russell would tell all. The bonding had begun the minute they shook hands.
"I don't mind at all," he said. There's really not much to tell. I've known that I was gay since I was a little kid, but I tried to hide it. I'm a big guy so I played sports and dated the hotties in high school, but at night, alone in my room, I had other dreams. Stupidly, I gave in and asked my prom date to marry me. She took my virginity on prom night, while I was dreaming that she was Tom Cruise. Thank God we had no children, but after ten years of marriage, I kept failing in the bedroom and she called me all kinds of names including `faggot' and she finally kicked me out. I wanted to come out, but I couldn't do it where all my old friends were, so I moved here, and now all I want is a job and a chance to make new friends, preferably gay friends."
"I'd like you to meet the bosses," Brad said.
The five people scheduled for next week's interviews were Brad's least favorites. As far as he was concerned, Russ was his man and he could cancel next week's interviews.
He took him into Jamie's office and they buzzed for Jim. "I'm really impressed with Russ," Brad said, and I'd like you to consider him. He handed them Russell's résumé and cover letter. Jamie read it with Jim looking over his shoulder. They both had the same concern. Would his personal problem impact on the firm. Brad told Russ to tell them what he had told him, and when he was done, Jim said, "In this firm being gay is an asset."
"Why don't I leave you guys alone?" Brad asked.
My guy is so smart. He knew that it was time to talk salary. He left the room, and called me. I don't think I'll be much longer and I think that there is a good chance we have found our man. You'll like him."
No sooner did Brad hang up on me when he was called back into Jim's office. "We think you've made a great choice, Brad." Jim said. Say hello to the fourth member of our group." All Brad could think about was two to go to a partnership.
"Russ is starting Monday. Why don't you show him around the office and call Aaron. It's our treat for dinner tonight, just like we took you guys out when we hired you."
"I'd better not call my dads or they'll show up again," Brad quipped.
"Don't bother," Jamie said. "I'm calling them. Russ should meet our banker and dear friend, and his equally charming partner."
When they were alone, Brad hugged Russ and said, "Welcome aboard. I am so happy for you." Then he showed him around the general office so he would know exactly where everyone and everything was located. Jamie and Jim shared an office and Russ and Brad would share one as well. Brad's office had always been set up for two. They had one more space available as an office for two, but right now it housed file cabinets. It occurred to Brad that they might be looking for more space soon.
"Look," Brad said to Russ, "I don't want to pry into your religious beliefs, but Aaron and I and our dads, who you will meet tonight, go to the gay church every Sunday with some of our neighbors. After church we go for brunch and our minister often joins us. Anyway there is someone there at the church that I want you to meet. I think that you two would like each other."
"Are you trying to fix me up?" Russ asked.
"Yes, I definitely am!"
"Well, thank you then. I appreciate it."
Just then Jamie and Jim joined them. They told them where to meet and at what time that evening. They left Russ and Brad to close the office.
"I have one more thing to do before I lock up," Brad told Russ, "and it gives me great pleasure." He wrote a short memo to his receptionist asking her to cancel next Saturday's appointments.
When they got downstairs, Brad told Russ that there was a hardware store around the corner and he'd like to go there to make him a set of keys for the office. It was only 2 PM when he handed Russ the keys complete with his best wishes.
"How about having a cup of coffee with me before heading home?" Brad asked.
"I'd love to," Russ replied.
They spoke for a good hour, lingering over one cup of coffee. Russ asked about me, but all Brad told him was how we met, and how much we loved each other. He also told him about Chuck and Larry, who had adopted us and treated us like sons, and the great coincidence that Larry was the firm's banker.
Russ spoke of his wife and how she had humiliated him, but how happy he was now.
"Look at it this way," Brad said. "She did you a favor. She forced you to come out and live the life you were meant to live. Do you have anyone, a guy I mean, in your life?" Brad asked.
"I haven't any problems with one night stands, but I really want a relationship like you and Aaron, and Jamie and Jim. It looks like you are trying to help me there," Russ said. "Who is he?"
"That would spoil the surprise. Hey, come to our house tomorrow morning and go to church with us and our dads. It will be much friendlier than you going by yourself the first time."
"I like the sound of that plan," Russ said, so Brad handed him his private card with our home address and phone number."
"It's getting late," Russ said and he got up to leave. They embraced warmly.
"I'll see you later, Brad told him.
To Be Continued.....