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Brad's Story
Chapter 1
Hey, I'm Brad. Brad Traite. I'm a 16 year old teenager.
Should I go on?
Well, let's see, I've been shipped across the country, back to England for my beloved mother recently pasted away. She died in her early thirties. If you calculate that age with mine, then you'll see just how young she was before giving birth to me. My mother died peacefully. Her last words to me were, "Be happy," I still mourned for her death. For she was my rock, the one who'd always been there for me, and the only one who knew my darkest secret. In the whole entire world, well up until now that is, she knew I was gay.
The only existing, still alive, blood relative I had was my biological father in Manchester. Now, Manchester isn't what you call `new' to me, well up until an extent. For, I'd been born in Manchester and lived there for the first 3 years of my life. Back then, I and my parents lived under the same roof, however that all changed soon, and resulted in a divorce. My mother gained custody over me, and we ended up moving to Australia, I never spoke to my father again.
Until now.
Coming back to Manchester, to the same house I'd lived previously didn't bring much recollection of my memories there. I remembered nothing. Although looking into my father's warm brown eyes, I had a sudden overwhelming feeling of a flash back of him, holding me, laughing happily with joy.
Confused at this, I decided to access my long, lost father before me.
I could definitely see the similarities and differences of father to son just by examining him. We both had the same shaggy blond hair and round ears. Although I knew I had my mother's sea green eyes and big lips. My physical appearance couldn't quite compare to my father's. I mean I worked out regularly, which gradually ended up with having a 6 pack, which I'm proud to say. And I'd grown a lot, 6 ft tall now. But my father, I mean, wow, was a completely different story. I mean, was he a professional athlete? Or was he a coach? Or maybe his living is a personal trainer? All three would explain his amazing appearance.
"Hey... Brad," My father greeted me nervously. I couldn't blame him for I felt slightly uneasy too. "Here, let me get your bags and I'll show you to your bedroom."
"Thanks, Matthew." I couldn't bring myself to say the word, `Dad'. For it would be too weird to say that now, after all these years to a complete stranger.
"Please. Call me, Matt." He answered with a smile, "Everyone else here, does."
I smiled tentatively, unsure of how to answer; I just nodded and followed him up the stairs.
Upstairs, there were three rooms. Matt pointed out each room as we passed; His, the bathroom, and mine.
As Matt opened the door to my room, I realized how big and spacious it was. The squared layout was very simple and plain, I liked it. There were baby blue painted walls, two windows with yellowish curtains, and the white door. The usual furniture which belonged to a bedroom; a wardrobe, mirror, table, chair, lamp, and best of all to my delight, a king sized bed.
I'm not kidding. It was huge. I had the sudden urge to run over and jump on the surface of it, just to see how bouncy it was. But I stopped myself, and stood routed at the spot, unsure as to how I should conduct myself in the presence of Matt.
My father sat on the chair and gestured for me to come in for I was still standing at the entrance to my new room.
"Now, Brad. I want to have a chat with you first, before you settle in. I know how hard it is for you to move here after your mother died, and I want you to know that I loved your mother very much, and even though we had our differences, we decided to separate from one another."
Matt seemed to stop for a moment, for me to ponder his words before continuing, "And... I know we're complete strangers to one another, but you're my son and-" He stopped abruptly.
Wait. Was his brown eyes shinning a bit too much, or was it just me?
"I... want us to get to know one another, and make up for lost time, because you're my only son." He looked up, eyes directed at me, searching for some hope of understanding.
I was utterly blown away from his unexpected speech, and so fuelled with emotion, I replied, "Sure Dad."
He staggered forward, and I met him half way so we could embrace in a hug.
A week passed and neither one of us left the house. Although Matt received many phone calls, which he answered privately in his bedroom. Our conversations were uneasy at first for we were both trying to get to know one another.
I learnt much about my father. His full name was Matthew Nixon, and he was a 35 year old, bachelor. He liked to go to the pub at least twice a week, and was a very out door's type of man. He knew how to cook, though rarely watched television unless a sports programme was on or either the daily news.
I tried to ask what he did for a living, but he replied, you'll find out soon, and winked at me.
Sunday night, whilst eating Matt's cooked meal; he told me that school was to start the next day. College, you called it, although another term was 6th form. However, you could only call some schools that had a 6th form, 6th form, apparently. British schools are so confusing. At aged 16, I was to study A Levels, heard of them? I certainly haven't. But Matt told me that A Levels were a vital part of my life. I guess, meaning they were very important for my future.
On Monday, Matt dropped me off at the entrance of the school grounds. For my first day of school, I mean, 6th form. Thank god, there was no dress code, "Good luck, Brad," Matt said, "By the way, I got you a job to fill your time with. It's at the gym, I hope you don't mind, but you get full access to all parts of the gym, plus get paid a reasonable amount." He winked again, and handed me a map, to direct me from school to the gym.
I nodded, and thanked him. Stepping out of the sports car as it drove away, I surveyed my surroundings.
The school was huge, guys and girls between 12-18 years old swarmed the grounds of my new school. It seemed like everyone was in groups, everyone knew everyone as they each greeted each with enthusiasm at the first day back to school. I felt like the odd ball. As I walked pass, everyone ushered into whispers, some even pointed at me. Embarrassed, I lowered my head, and quickened my steps inside.
The headmaster seemed nice, short, baud type of guy that was until he asked, how's matt doing? God, does that mean, I'm a teacher's pet because he knows my father? Oh know! My school life was now written in stone for me, great.
The headmaster announced my name as, Brad Traite who moved from Australia to an audience in the classroom, which later he pushed me into, closing the door firmly shut behind him. I was instantly rewarded with a thong of stares examining me from head to toe with interest.
Luckily, my new form teacher, Mr Letts sent me to the back of the classroom without a word. I sat down at the empty seat, dropping my bag to the floor.
A girl in front of me swerved her seat around towards me and greeted me with her mouth full of braces, "Hi. You must be new in town; I've never seen you before. My name's Sam." She greeted me kindly; instantaneously I warmed to her, for she was the first friendly face.
"Nice to meet you, my name's Brad." I replied, at once.
"I know," She giggled, "The headmaster said, before, right?"
Flustered with humiliation, I turned red, "Oh right. Yeah."
"Don't worry about it. Being the new kid, and all, you must be pretty awkward. If you want, I can show you the ropes of 6th form life. Even though, I'm new to 6th form too."
My face was suddenly lit up with happiness, "Oh, you're new too?"
"No silly," She laughed, "You know 6th form. Everyone is new to 6th form here, even though we've all been going to this school since about the age of 12."
I nodded, keeping my mouth shut this time so that I couldn't cause more embarrassment to myself on my first day of school. For, I was well aware that the whole classroom was staring at me, listening to the conversation.
Suddenly the chair next to me was pulled out, and a tall, handsome guy plonked himself on the seat next to me, "Hey Sam. How've you been?" His scent was as though I was in heaven.
"Great thank you," Gesturing towards me, she introduced me, "This is Brad Traite. He's new here, came from Australia."
I looked up, and I almost gasped with shock. Next to me was a guy with short light brown hair, bright blue eyes, and tanned skin. He was wearing a tight white t. shirt which showed off his impressive body. And he fitted perfectly into the black polo jeans. He flashed a gleaming smile, dazzling me momentarily; he stuck out his hand towards me, "Hey Brad. Welcome to England. The name's Jake Morgan."
Okay. I was definitely hyperventilating as Mr Letts prated on about the expectations and responsibility to 6th form life. Jake's very presence was intoxicating me. I mean, how can a guy affect me like this? I've never even been out with a guy before; since I've only recently found out I was gay. Although don't worry, I've been out with a few girls, so I wasn't utterly lost without hope.
I tried to concentrate on the sheet placed before me. Mr Letts had asked us to pick four A Level subjects which we wished to study over the course of the final 2 years of 6th form.
Quickly I ticked my subjects; P.E, Art, English Language and Literature.
A warm breath tickled my cheek as Jake said, "Wow, we're a pair."
Oh my god. He said we were a pair. Can you believe it? Okay, act nature, as I felt the butterflies in my stomach begin to flutter.
Suspicious, I asked, "We are? How so?"
"Well, you've picked the same subjects as me. I guess I'll be seeing a lot more of you, we'll be in every class." He replied; his voice was like melting honey.
We talked for at least an hour, because Mr Letts had suggested we stayed in our seats whilst our subjects were being submitted to the head office. He voice sounded deep and gentle whilst his bright blue eyes pierced my very heart.
The school bell rang for the end of school, hat is the end of school for 6th forms, and everyone else still had the last half of the day in school. For, our AS Subjects needed to be processed, as Sam put it. To my disappointment, Jake took off in a rush, shouting he had to work that day, for he needed the money.
Sam was very nice to me, as she talked animatedly to me about Manchester and its wonders. Although I could have sworn that several people were walking, close enough to hear, I hoped I wasn't over reacting. Everyone were really friendly towards me, there was always one or two people brave enough to step forward and say, hello. It was nice. I even got invited to go and eat lunch with them that day, but, sadly I declined, explaining I couldn't be late for my first day working for my new boss.
It was a beautiful day, the sun peeking out of the clouds, but the atmosphere was very warm. It took me at least 10minutes to walk to the gym, which was an enormous white building, with a massive red sign saying, `Nixon's Gym'.
How ironic, right? Matt's surname was Nixon. Maybe the owner was some distance relative of his. I laughed thinking of this, trying to calm my nerves. I took a deep breath and strolled through the entrance of the gym, in hope to appear confident as I walked.
There before me was a tall brown counter, half my size, my only assumption was that it was the reception, for behind it there were stacks of files, and computers. I walked around it, wondering where everyone was, for it was too quiet. For a gym this size should be packed with noise, shouldn't it? Although I could hear the distance sound of water splashing, followed my screams and laugher.
A cough behind me made me jump a foot in the air.
A man stood before me with an amused expression plastered upon his face, "Sorry I didn't mean to scare you."
After I'd caught my breath back, I replied, smiling in a reassuring way, "Not at all, I was just a little caught off guard."
As I analysed the mysterious dark stranger before me, I wondered his reason for being here, a customer maybe? He was tall with dark brown spiky hair, and wore a bright pink t. shirt and blue silky shorts. I could tell that his shorts were a little too tight as I could see a huge monster, hard and ready between his legs, not that I minded. I felt my dick stir with excitement, and all I could think was, `Is he gay and single?' His legs were sexy, for he had hairy legs, he must be a Latino for his skin was quite dark or maybe he used fake tan. Unfortunately I couldn't see his eyes for they were covered behind black round sunglasses. He looked like a movie star, what with his shaved beard, and moustache. The guy was hot. No, not just hot, very, very hot.
Did he work here? I voiced my question, which he replied laughing cheerfully, "No, I'm a regular here at Nixon's. You're new here, aren't you?"
"Yeah, it shows?"
He laughed again, "Not really, it's just that I know all the staff that work here, plus the owner."
"Oh, do you know where everyone is then?"
He pointed at the nearby sign which read, `Out for lunch'.
I blushed furiously at not seeing the sign for myself, "My mistake. Would you know where any of them might be?" I asked, looking around nervously, praying there was no sign showing that question too.
"Well, it's a Monday; therefore, Sarah must be working life guard duty at the swimming pool. As for the rest, they're either in the manager's room or staff changing room," indicating the corridor behind me.
"I'll go see then. Thank you. Er... Mr?"
"Call me Scott, not `Mr', I'm not that old, only 20."
"I'm Brad," I answered as he waved at me, pushing the door ahead which led deeper into the gym centre.
Finally I ended up just outside the manager's office. I straightened, trying to unsuccessfully flatter down my shaggy hair; wishing I had combed it out in the morning. As I knocked sharply on the door, I could hear a sudden scramble from within and angry muttered whispers.
Crap. Had I just gone and ruined something important?
Within seconds the door whisked open, and Matt popped his head round. Gratitude lifted me as I saw his face. However I thought I saw a flick of annoyance pass through Matt's expression which was quickly replaced with a fake smile, "Brad. What good timing. Come in, come in. I'd like you to meet someone."
I was shocked to see Jake inside. Oh my god, was Jake the manager?
Jake too was a little taken a back to see me, "Brad. Is that you?" Confusion spread across his cute face, "What are you doing here?"
As I was about to explain, I noticed that Jake was half naked. He was still wearing those black polo jeans, and I could see a massive budge between his legs, with a little wet patch on the surface of his jeans. Deep in my trousers, I felt my dick stir with excitement at seeing this hot boy before me. His muscles stuck out, firm and defined; there was no body hair I realized, probably because he was a swimmer, like me. His tanned skin looked smooth and gorgeous, he was sweating though, his six packs were breathing heavily, and I knew I was drooling just drinking in his appearance.
Matt spoke, "I see you two have already met. Good, that's a relief I won't have to make the introduction between the two of you. Although Jake, you should know that Brad here is my son."
Jake gawked at my father, and then I, clearly shocked at the news.
Matt however continued, "Jake was just in my office to grab a new staff t. shirt because a dog outside ripped the last one. Anyway, starting today Brad will be working here under my supervision, I'd like you Jake to help him out." Matt turned to me explaining, "Jake's been working here almost since this place was set up, 2 years ago."
I spluttered in astonishment, "You? You own this gym?"
Matt laughed, "Didn't you read the sign? Well then, surprise!"
Jake seemed to have overcome the unexpected news and said, "Sure, I'll show you around Brad. Let's go grab a shower first though; that stupid dog sure tore up my t. shirt and I was running after it like a mad man."
Once in the staff changing rooms, which I realized was only occupied currently by me and Jake. Jake stripped off his pants and boxers then he slipped into the open showers. I tried not to look, but I couldn't resist. His dick stuck up like a pencil, and it was huge, 7 inches at least. I licked my lips involuntary.
Jake caught me staring, "Get over here Brad. I can see you're sweating just checking me out." His eyes gleamed wickedly.
I blushed, and stripped off, heading towards the showers.
As the hot water sprayed down me I tried to turn my back to Jake in hope that he wouldn't see my hard dick begging for attention. My dick was fully erected now, 6 inches, I was proud of it.
I began soaping my body and touching my dick gently. Jake was strangely quiet so I turned around to ask why. However Jake was before me jerking off, grinning widely at me, "Sorry about this. You don't mind do you? We're both guys, nothing to be ashamed of."
"Sure..." I stuttered.
"I see you're hard too. Why don't we both help each other out, shall we?" Jake asked his horny face lighting up as though an idea had suddenly dawned upon him.
Before I could answer, he'd grabbed my dick and started to jerk it. I moaned as his big, warm hands grabbed my balls and dick, and started to play with me. The water soaked up my skin making my dick feel like slim as Jake jerked.
"Hey, jerk me too." Jake's voice sliced through my thoughts.
"What?"
"Look, I know your gay Brad. I am too. We're both getting something, aren't we?" Jake practically pleaded me to grab his fully aroused cock.
Horny, I grabbed Jake's dick and started to jerk him off, "Ah, that feels nice. Jerk me faster, Brad." He groaned. His dick was huge in my hand, thick, and gorgeous. Pre-cum leaked out as Jake groaned and I jerked him quicker.
Our moaning and groaning were louder now, "Oh yeah, fuck, Brad."
I answered with a groan, "I'm gonna cum, I'm, I'm cumming... AHHHH!" Green slimy cum shot out from my dick, at almost the same time, Jake cried out, "Oh god, fuckkkkkkkkkk." Both of us shot our loads all over each other's body. Jake's warm gluey cum cling to my body as the water tried to rinse it off. I let go of Jake's, for his cock was going down. However I was still at it, shot after shot broke out. I wasn't the least bit surprised; I hadn't got off in a while. But, man, it felt good to feel released. Finally, my dick too was satisfied for now.
Jake surprised me by suddenly leaning forward to push his hot warm tongue inside my mouth, massaging my tongue as he did. My arms reached round him and I pulled him towards me to kiss him passionately, my hands brushed his erected pecks as I reached around to squeeze his butt, he moaned in my mouth, and pushed me up hard against the wall. His strong hands were still jerking my dick, whilst feeling up my cum stained body. My dick was aroused again, just by his touch, his warm tickling breath, and the feeling of Jake's hot hunky body rubbing up against mine was just so pleasurable. Jake broke the kiss, and began nuzzling my neck, turning me on even more.
Suddenly, I heard a voice, Matt's, "Jake? Have you and Brad finished now? Because it's your turn for be lifeguard for the pool."
"Shit!" said Jake and scrambled back from me, rushing out of the showers. Soon enough, I heard the door swing shut leaving me with my dick still aroused. Shocked, and a little frustrated at being left hanging, I cleaned up and left the showers.