Hal and Selma were in the waiting area, chatting as Lyn and brad made their way through the horror that is the return from overseas travel. Yes, gentle readers: they had been persuaded that a vacation was something they needed. They had to understand that this was not a vacation to convince one or the other to change how they lived, but a chance for two people who loved each other to get back in connection with each other.
It had been a two week trip, since they had different places on the top of their list . There was a week in Paris, followed by a week in London. Hal had been to both places when he was younger, and had some suggestions, as did some of Lyn's friends. Hal and brad had skyped a few times , but Hal put an end to it.
"bradford, this is your time with Lyn. Why did you go to Europe and spend a fortune in hotels, if you're on the computer all night?" When brad persisted, Hal stopped answering the skype requests. Lyn sent him a thank you note.
He and Selma had taken the two weeks to get to know each other better. That had been planned. They hit it off immediately. At their first lunch , they both talked about how their new partner seemed "almost starved" or "desperate for affection." Selma was no rookie at this. She was just a bit older than Lyn and, according to Lyn, she "paid attention." She never said it, but she always felt (rightly), that brad's mind was elsewhere in their relationship.
The surprise for Hal, during the past two weeks, was meeting brad and Lyn's son, Brad junior. It wasn't planned. He was at work one day, and a colleague came to him "Excuse me Hal, but there's a young man here, says you know his father, wanted to know if he could speak to you?" Hal was puzzled. The truth was, he never remembered that brad had children. It just wasn't something that was "on his radar" as he put it. When he looked up though, the resemblance was strong. Yes, this was brad's son. "Sure. Let me speak with him. It's not all that busy right now, and I'll put the rest off until lunch." Shyly, the young man approached. Hal smiled. "Hi. You're brad's son aren't you? I'm Hal." He held out his hand. The son shook it weakly. "Yes. Mom told me about you. I wanted to come and meet you and.... maybe talk." "Well, it's hard to talk here. Do you have time to have lunch? Or maybe go and have a pizza or something at the end of the day? It's up to you. " "Maybe lunch? Then we can decide if we should meet again?" "I'd like that Brad. Anything in particular you feel like eating?" "I like burgers. I have one request though. So far, you haven't done it, but... since I'm Brad Junior, everyone calls me BJ. And then.." Hal shook his head. "I get it. Your folks weren't thinking. Tell you what: it'd be hard for an old guy like me to keep two brads separate in my head. Do you have a middle name you like?" "I do. My middle name is Matthew." "Do you like Matthew, or Matt?" He smiled. "You know, you're the first adult who asked me that. I like Matt." "Ok Matt. How's about I call you that? Work for you? He smiled. "Yes sir." After he left to wait for Hal's break, Hal had to take a breath. The voice, and the way he said "yes sir," was spot on his father. He hoped the lunch would be ok. It was. Hal feared that it was going to be something like "So why are you stealing my father?" or something like that. It wasn't. They went to a place Hal knew had good burgers. "Is it ok if I get fries too?" Hal looked at him. "why wouldn't you have fries? It's a burger. You want a malt too?" Matt smiled. "I can? Mom and Dad never let me eat anything that unhealthy." "You look pretty healthy. One bad meal won't hurt you. Get what you want." Most of what Matt wanted to know, was whether his father was going to move out and move in with him. As he talked, Hal thought "never underestimate children." The boy had figured out his father was probably gay, about four years before. Word gets around, and if someone you know, knows someone you know, and that person has been to a bar, and ..." and that's how it happened. Matt had been skeptical, but he hung out in a coffee shop opposite Pockets one night, until he saw his dad go in. He had to convince himself, so he went again. So he knew. He just didn't tell his mother, or his sister Stephanie. He didn't think they could handle it. Now, of course, he knew his mom was aware for a while. "I don't really know how to answer your question, Matt. Your folks are on vacation and they'll always be your folks. I'm not trying to break them up. I DON'T WANT to break them up. But I'd be lying if I said I didn't like having sex with your father." He was surprised that Matt didn't even blink. "I'm going to keep having sex with your father, if he wants to keep having sex. But know something Matt, and I mean this." He looked at Matt, hard. "The house is big. There are extra bedrooms. You can stay, Stephanie can stay, you can come whenever you want. If you let me know when you have events where you want your father to be there, I'll do my best to make sure he is. He loves you . He talks about his kids a lot. He feels like he let you down, and he's ashamed. I think he could use some good energy from the two of you." Matt looked at him. "Really? He always seems so, well, independent." "He's not Matt. He's just as needy as me, you, your sister, your mom, Selma, everyone. " Matt looked at his watch. "I probably should get back to school. But I'm glad I met with you, Hal. Thanks." Hal held out his hand "Friends?" Matt smiled and shook it "You bought me a malt. Friends for sure."
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"SELLLLLLLLLLLMA!!!!!!" Lyn's shrill voice carried across the waiting area. Hal looked up and there was brad, walking beside her. At that time of year, there wasn't much sun in either Paris or London, so he wasn't tanned, but as this man in a blue oxford shirt, a tweed jacket, and tailored jeans walked toward them, Hal smiled. "Damn he's handsome." brad fell into his arms. "I missed you Sir." Hal whispered back. "I missed you too. And you're gonna know it. Starting this afternoon and this evening. Now open that second shirt button. You know better." "Yes sir. " brad smiled. "Did I say I missed you, Sir?" They had agreed that, since the flight had been long, and tiring, they would go to their respective houses that night, and get back together for a big dinner after Lyn and brad were rested, and re-settled. As brad got in the car, he saw the handcuffs sitting on the passenger seat. "Put em on brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrad. Vacation's over. And get ready to get the cage back on when we get home." "I didn't use it in Europe Sir. I just... well, I was afraid I'd lose the key." "Well, you'll have to make up for it here. I think you're a big boy now. You can move up to 5 days at a time." He gulped. "Yes sir. Sir. I have to tell you something. Actually, I have to tell you a few things, but this one... it's important." "Ok, go ahead." brad paused. "One night, I went out, and I picked someone up. I tried topping." Hal started laughing so hard, he almost had to pull over. "Now THAT... OH GOD. I wish that were filmed. But tell me: how did it go?" "Not well Sir. It was in Paris." "Ah, Paris, yes. Everyone's a top in Paris. Just ask them after they finish a drag on their cigarette." brad giggled. "Yeah, lots of cigarettes. Anyway, this guy: he said he was into daddies, and he asked me to come back with him. Hal kept laughing. "I'm sorry, but this is just... you need to write a story about this. There isn't enough comic erotica." "It wasn't funny at the time Sir. I couldn't get it up. He offered to suck me and, well... " "No luck huh? " "Well, sort of. I closed my eyes and thought of sucking you and I got hard. But then, when it came time to.. you know, fuck him. " "Didn't happen huh? Mon dieu as they say in Paris." "He said some other things. " brad sighed. "I guess I'm 100% bottom." Hal squeezed his thigh. "I have no problem with that. In fact...." he began to maneuver the car into his driveway. "I think that right now, that may be the best thing I've heard in a long, long time. Don't take that jacket off when you get in the house. Just pull out the chair, and get in position." "Can I give you your present first, Sir?" "Well, ok. " Hal yanked brad's suitcase out of the car, and left it in the middle of the living room. "Now, first. A proper greeting. The kind you can't give in the airport. Welcome home.." brad was still cuffed, so Hal couldn't move his hands behind his back; but he COULD shove his tongue down brad's throat, and then nibble on his ears. He could step behind him, pull his butt into his crotch and whisper "See how much I missed you?" "OH GOD yes sir. If you see the stain at the front of my pants, you'll see how much I missed you." "So, what's this gift that's keeping me from ravishing you?" brad reached into his backpack. "There's another bigger box on the way, but this one, I wanted you to have. I got it from a fancy men's store in London." Hal opened it. There were three beautiful, silk, ascots. "brad, thank you . They're beautiful, but... when do I wear an ascot?" He saw brad smile. "Didn't you tell me once that you wished that it were possible to get a cross between a necktie and a handkerchief, for a good silk gag?" He rolled up one of the ascots, and showed Hal how perfectly it gagged his mouth. "And you can also shove one IN my mouth and hold it there with the second one. " Hal began to feel the need to dominate growing. "Let's start with just one. Now in the chair." "Yes sir." He unlocked brad's cuffs, so he could cuff him behind his back and he tightened the silk ascot around brad's mouth. "A red one. To set off your blue shirt. Spread your legs, bitch brad." "MMMMPH. " brad was suffering from a bit of jet lag, so he didn't give any fight as Hal inched his knee in, rubbing up and down brad's already overstimulated balls. "You better have the biggest orgasm of your life this afternoon bradford. Because you're gonna be locked up for a week." He saw brad's eyes go wide. He thought Hal was teasing, or had forgotten it. Hal just smiled as he rubbed that knee, back and forth. brad was pumping in the chair, trying to get his ass off the seat and onto Hal's knee. Then he moved behind brad and slid his hand down brad's shirt to get his nipple. He played it, until the moans got louder and desperate. That's when he took brad's ear in his mouth and whispered:
"two weeks away? No shaving? Well, guess what's on the menu for tomorrow?" "MMPH MMMPH MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPH" brad hated being shaved. He hated it. He didn't understand why it still got him so hard when Hal did it, but he hated it. And Hal was going to do it again. He was going to be caged and shaved... and fucked. Hell, should he have stayed in Europe?
"No fucking way," he thought. He tried to keep his thoughts in order. For example, he had to talk to Hal about the lunchtime chat with his son: brad and Lyn HAD kept in touch with the kids while they were away, and brad knew about the chat. He had to talk about what he and Lyn had decided about the house, and divorce (they weren't divorcing, and they were keeping the house. They needed to talk to Hal about space for the kids). Yeah, he had a lot to talk about to Hal, but for now, his mind was flooded with one thought: COCK. He wanted COCK. More than he wanted ice in his drink in London, more than he wanted to see his kids, he wanted COCK.
"I'm gonna fuck your daddy ass" Hal whispered, and brad shook his head up and down vigorously.
"I'm still not gonna get you out of that jacket brad. You look SO FUCKING HOT." He did move brad to the bed and then, smiling, pulled out another ascot. "I bet I can get both of your wrists with this. Right to the headboard." Hal was correct. He had brad immobilized in a new position. He got his shoes off, and then his pants. He saw the HUGE bulge in brad's briefs. "Hmmm. Someone did himself some shopping in Paris didn't he? You can't get those here. They serve you well. You buy more than one?" brad shook his head. "More than six?" Another shake yes "MORE THAN 10?" blushing, brad squeaked '24' out of his mouth. "GEEZ. You pig. " Hal laughed as he undid brad's shirt. "Yup. Someone's garden needs pruning... " He began nibbling at brad's nips, before he moved down and rubbed his stubble very gently across brad's torso. He ran a finger along the point where brad's pubes started. brad moaned under the touch he hadn't felt for two weeks. "Bent your knees, stud. It'll be easier." brad grunted out 'yes sir," as Hal found his hole. He fingered it just a bit, getting it moist. "Oh, brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrad. If you knew how much I missed this sweet spot.." He began inching into brad's ass, on the assumption that it hadn't been used in the two weeks. He was sliding in more easily than he thought he would. He looked at brad and laughed. "You ARE a pig. You used dildos for satisfaction." brad gave him a look like, 'OH WELL'. "If THAT's the case. " Hal smiled and shoved in so hard and so fast, that brad's eyes went to the back of his head. The shock of it was more than his prostate could handle, and he shot all over himself, the bed, and Hal. Hal smiled. "Oh, brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrad. Cumming before your Master. Know what I think? I think punishment on top of punishment. Heh heh. I think you're gonna shave your own pubes" "MMMPH MMMMPH MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPH!!!!! " brad was shaking his head no, just as Hal blew a load into him. It DID seem that Hal had held off for two weeks. When he finished, he undid the gag. He kissed brad over and over then lay beside him. "First things first. This isn't over brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrad. You better plan to get fucked at least twice more this afternoon and tonight, cause I am HUNGRY for your ass. BUT.... " He ran his finger down brad's midline. "You've had a long two weeks. Shower? Food? Sleep? Coffee? " "All of the above Sir. And I want to hear about your chat with brad junior." "You will . Don't call him BJ anymore"' brad blushed. "I guess that was an unfortunate thing to do. " "So what order, brrrrrrrrrrrrrrad? Keep in mind that, at any time, I may want your ass." "How about we start with a shower, then lunch, then a nap?" "Sounds good to me." "One thing Sir. Something I learned on this trip." "What's that bradboi?" He paused. "I'm ticklish in two spots, Sir?" Hal perked up. "OH. Where are they?" brad smiled. "You'll have to find them. Sir."