Love Is Where You Find It
 by: Hankster

© 2008 by the author

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Everything I did after that caused Brad’s face to register horrible pain, and I got a perverse thrill out of inflicting that pain.  Was I crazy or what?  Maybe I should see a shrink.  After that, I turned down every invitation Brad offered me.  When he asked me out for New Year’s Eve I told him I had a date.  The next day he called in sick.  I exulted in the fact that I had made him sick.  I was truly out of my mind.

The next morning at approximately 10 AM,  everything began to spin around me.  I lost the ability to stand up and I yelled Brad’s name.  He came running and he caught me, just before I collapsed.

Chapter 6

I was in a coma for six days.  I found out later that Larry, Chuck and Brad took turns holding vigil at my bedside.  My ‘adopted family’ was not about to leave me alone.  They spoke to me and held my hand. They bathed my forehead and kissed my lips.  They showed me more love than I deserved and I was totally unaware of any of it.

I had suffered a brain aneurism.  The doctors believed that it was probably caused by trauma resulting from the accident, but that couldn’t be proved.  I had signed off and relieved the cruise company of further liability anyway.  I never should have signed the releases without an attorney, but I had relied on Carl.  The hospital bills were sure to eat up all or most of my settlement.

The operation had been very delicate.  The doctors were challenged to remove the sac and not cause any brain damage.  Thank goodness for modern surgery.  They were able to destroy the aneurism with laser beams.  They drilled the tiniest of holes in my cranium, just enough to pass the laser through.

When I finally awoke, Larry was at my bedside.  “Hi,” he said.

“What happened?” I asked.  I was frightened and I grabbed his hand.

“You’ll be just fine,” he said.  “Chuck, Brad and I are taking care of everything.”  I didn’t know what he meant, but I found out later.  Brad had packed up my meager belongings at my apartment and moved them over to my new apartment.  He arranged with the post office to forward my mail.  Every few days, he started the motor on my car and let it run for awhile.  When I had passed my sixth month anniversary at Wendy’s as a full time employee, I became eligible for their health insurance.  Brad made sure that all the papers were filled out and he submitted them for me.  He did this when I was being so hateful to him.  The insurance was effective the first of December before my collapse.  At least eighty percent of the medical costs were covered.  The remainder cleaned out my money market account.

Since I had been so cruel to Brad, he didn’t think it was a good idea for me to stay with him during my recovery, so Chuck and Larry made arrangements for me to stay with them.  They had a friend who was a nurse and he agreed to stay with me when they were at work. 

When I was lucid enough to appreciate all the love they were showing me, I cried silently and thanked God for my new and caring family.

When I first woke up from the coma, Larry called the nurses.  They asked me all kinds of silly questions, which I answered.  With each correct answer, I could see the smiles on their faces.  While they were interrogating me, Larry called Chuck and Brad who rushed right over.  All three stayed with me until they saw that I was tiring.  Chuck and Larry started to leave, but I asked Brad to stay behind.  When we were alone, I asked him to kiss me.  His feathery tongue sent shivers through my fragile body, just as it always did.  Little by little, I remembered how badly I had treated him.  Every time he came to visit me, I would beg for his forgiveness.

“The doctors told me that the aneurism was probably the cause of your strange behavior.” Brad started to explain to me.  “You acted like you hated me, but I never believed that.  I just couldn’t figure out why you were dismissing me from your life.  I thought maybe it was because you didn’t want to get involved in a relationship, in a committed relationship anyway.  I had no idea that an aneurism was playing games with your brain.”

“Can you forgive me?” I asked.  “I am aware now that Carl is the biggest jerk in the world.  I can’t believe that I ever loved that loser.”

In spite of our ‘reconciliation’ we went through with the plans for me to recuperate at Chuck and Larry, especially since Matt Crane, the male nurse, was willing to stay with me as a favor to my two dads.  Matt told me later that he knew it would be for a short time anyway.  He expected me to recuperate rapidly.

When I was released from the hospital, Matt helped me up the stairs to the guest bedroom at my dads’ house.  I was walking just fine, but a flight of stairs was a challenge.  Larry and Chuck always left my door open at night so they could hear me should I need anything.  Several times during my three week stay, I heard them making love.  When they made love, I could clearly hear both of them repeating constantly, “I love you!”  For some reason that always made me cry and I longed for Brad.

The day came for me to finally return to my new apartment.  When Brad came to get me one Sunday morning, Chuck and Larry were crying.  They hugged me like they didn’t want to let me go.  I had to remind them that we were coming on Tuesday evening for dinner, but they kept on crying anyway.

Matt came over also, with a bottle of champagne. “You and Brad can drink a toast to your new apartment,” he said, as he handed me the bottle.  “You’re doing great,” he said, and gave me a big hug.

When Brad and I entered the lobby of our building, the rental manager was there talking to a prospective tenant.  He greeted me warmly and wanted to know why I had no hair.  He was kidding of course.  Brad had told him all about my surgery.

“It’ll grow back,” I promised him. 

When I entered my apartment I was stunned.  It was completely decorated, and I loved it.  The décor was tasteful, classy and certainly not flamboyantly gay.

“How did you do this?” I asked.

“Hey man, I’m gay.  Several of my friends are decorators and one of them did this for me.  I had to tell him all about you so he could guess at your taste.  I think he did a great job.”

After viewing the entrance hall, living room and dining room, we went into the kitchen.  The refrigerator was working as were the phones.  Of course Brad had arranged for the utility accounts to be opened in my name.  He thought of everything.  We put the champagne that Matt had given me into the refrigerator, for later.

We went into the bedroom.  The decorator had given me a king size bed.  The minute I saw it, I got a momentary vision of making love in that bed, but I couldn’t see who I was making love to.   It did give me ideas, however.

I turned to Brad and began to kiss him.  “Make love to me,” I begged.  “It’s been so long.”

“Are you well enough?” Brad asked.  As usual he thought of my welfare before his.

“I think so,” I answered.  “If I feel that we shouldn’t be doing something, I’ll let you know.  I don’t need to be a hero.”

“Ok,” he said, “but I want you to just lie back and let me do all the work.  I want to give you a welcome home present.”

“But I want to make love to you too,” I objected.

“There’s plenty of time, love.”

Brad was leaning between my legs and sucking passionately away at my cock.  For the first time in my love making, whether it be Brad, Carl, Jorge or Gerry, I began to moan, “I love you, I love you Brad.”  As I said those words, my cum filled Brad’s mouth and went down his throat.  His mouth did not release my cock until it was limp, and I was begging for mercy.

We lay wrapped up together for quite awhile until Brad said to me.  “Let’s take a shower.  Then I’ll make dinner and we can have the champagne.  I was so happy lying there in Brad’s arms that what he said just wouldn’t register.  All I could reply to him was, “Please sleep with me tonight.”

“I’d love to,” he replied.

Brad would not let me return to work for another week.  During that time, I called Brad’s decorator friend to thank him for a job well done.  “I guess you didn’t get my bill yet,” he joked.  “All Brad does is talk about you.  Nobody can be as perfect as he paints you.  I can’t wait to meet you.  Brad asked me over for dinner Thursday evening so we’ll be able to get acquainted.
 

“That’s fantastic,” I said.  “See you then.”

Brad and I had dinner at Dad and Pop on Tuesday, and they had all kinds of goodies for us.  There were theater tickets, and gift certificates to fine restaurants and fine stores throughout the city.

“Why?” we asked.

“Because we love you,” they answered.  More tears.

On Thursday morning I received a bill from Daryl Perkins, the decorator.  He wasn’t cheap, but I loved that he had done such a wonderful job and had saved me the trouble.  I wrote a check to give him that evening.

Also in the mail were my first bank statements from the bank.  I immediately reconciled my checking account.  I had never done that before, but the reconciliation form was self explanatory and it worked out fine.  The only outstanding check I had was Daryl’s.

I turned my attention to the money market account.  After I paid the hospital and the doctors for the portion of the bill not covered by my insurance, all I had left from the original $50,000.00 was $5052.25.  $2700.00 had gone for rent and the balance for medical bills.  But according to the statement several deposits had been made during the month and the balance was now $6,750.25.  I had asked Larry to deposit all interest and dividends to my checking account, but that was before he had decided on opening a money market account for ready cash.  He must have changed the instructions.  The additional money represented bond interest and dividends earned during the month.  I was thrilled.  I had added almost two months rent to this account in one short month.

Then I turned to a summary of my CD’s.  The $100,000.00 was now worth about $100,400.00 with the accrued interest.  I was no genius, but I quickly figured out that I had earned approximately $2,100.00 in one month.  If Brad wasn’t making dinner tonight, I would have called him right up, and taken him to one of the fancy restaurants we had gift certificates to.  Instead, I went outside and drove my car for the first time since my illness to a nearby bakery.  I bought the most delicious, decadent dessert I could find.  When I got home, I refrigerated the cake and then I called Brad.

“Brad Wilkinson,” he said when he answered the phone.

“I love you,” I said and hung right up.  Then I waited for the phone to ring.  Fifteen seconds later it rang.  I was not disappointed except I had to wonder what took him so long.

“You fuck,” he said.  “You are simply impossible.  How can you say you love me and then hang up on me?”

“Oh, didn’t I tell you?  I bought dessert for tonight.”

“Good, I was going to stop and get something on the way home, but now I’ll have time to fuck you before I start dinner.”

“That sounds like a plan to me.  Hurry your ass on home,” I implored.

At about 4:00 PM, Brad came into the apartment.  We had each other’s keys.  I was naked in bed waiting for him.  He started stripping on his way to the bedroom and when he arrived all he had on were his socks.  These were quickly discarded as he joined me in bed.  We immediately wrapped our arms around each other and just cuddled.

“You feel so good,” I said.

“So do you!” 

Brad’s hands began to wander all over my body.  He didn’t really linger anywhere, but he brushed by every spot he knew pleasured me.  I had left condoms and lube on my bedside table and he put some lube on his finger.  He inserted it into my ass and began to stretch me out.  Then he lubed a second finger.  This time he rubbed against my prostate and I began to moan.

“Now, do it now, please, now,” I begged him.  He threw me on my back and pulled me down so that my ass was at the edge of my bed.  He lifted both my legs and placed his cock at my opening.

I pulled away.  “You didn’t put on a rubber,” I said.

“At this point we shouldn’t have to,” he said.  “I haven’t been with anyone since the day you walked into my life.”

“But I have.  There was Carl, Jorge and I am ashamed to admit it, I had a one night stand just before my collapse.  I always used protection, but you never know.  Use a rubber now, but let’s get tested as soon as possible.   I don’t want to ever have to use those things again.  I am 100% committed to you, my love.”

Reluctantly Brad put on the rubber, but it was worth it.  When his cock went up my ass and massaged my prostate, I loved him so much, I could hardly bear the feelings I had for him.  As he pumped me harder and harder the two of us kept yelling, “I love you!”

I insisted we shower together before Brad went upstairs to start preparing dinner.  In the shower, Brad fell to his knees and went down on me.  I was so euphoric in my love for him that I came after only a few strokes.  That was just as well since Brad had a lot of work to do for tonight’s dinner party.

We dried each other off and Brad just put on his trousers.  He gathered up the rest of his clothes and took the back stairway up one flight to his apartment.  As soon as I was fully dressed, I took the cake out of the refrigerator and used the elevator to go upstairs.  Brad would be angry, but I intended to help him with his little dinner party.

I let myself in with my key and went right to the fridge with the cake. It was a battle to make room for it. 

“Wait,” Brad said.  He removed a pork loin from the refrigerator.  It was completely garnished and ready for baking.  Brad put it on his counter and said, “The oven is pre heating we’ll pop this in when it’s ready.”  Now I had room for the cake.

“I’ll set the dining room table,” I told Brad.  When Brad saw that I was setting for three, he stopped me.  “There will be six of us,” he informed me.

“Who else is coming?” 

“Well, Daryl’s partner George for one, and another couple.”

Brad had been out for a long time, and had always lived in San Francisco.  He had a lot of gay friends and I was anxious to meet them.  I happily set up for six and asked what else I could do.

“Nothing,” Brad said.  “Just keep an eye on everything while I go dress.”

“I’d rather keep an eye on you,” I quipped.

“OK, peeping Tom, join me in the bedroom.”  As Brad dressed, I admired his rippling muscles, and hated when he covered them with his shirt.  I got an erection when I saw him put on his pants without underwear.  I thought that I would try that myself.  It looked so sexy. When he was fully clothed, we hugged each other and kissed.  If I live to be a thousand years old, I will never stop being thrilled by the way his tongue lightly flicks over mine.  It simply sets me on fire.

I sat at the kitchen table while he basted the pork loin.  Then he removed a covered dish from the fridge.  It contained potatoes all peeled and ready for oven roasting.  He deftly added them to the baking pan containing the pork loin.  Then he took out two aluminum cans from his pantry.  They both had green beans in them.  He emptied them into a pot and put it on the stove on a low setting.

Then he went back into the fridge and removed a tray.  The tray contained six individual servings of shrimp cocktail.  He asked me to put one at each place setting, and he pulled another dish out of the fridge.  He removed the saran wrap covering, and placed the dish in the middle of the table.  It contained the cocktail sauce.

“I think I’m all set except for slicing the pork when it’s ready,” Brad said.  Just then the doorbell rang.

Brad went to the door with me shadowing him.  It was Daryl and George.  One of them was a flaming queen and the other was a macho man.  I immediately assumed that the queen was Daryl, my decorator.  So much for stereotypes!  Brad introduced me to them, and Daryl was the macho one.

I took their drink orders and I was so familiar with Brad’s apartment by now, I knew where everything was.  I fixed them the drinks, and after I handed Daryl his drink, I reached in my wallet and gave him his check.

“My God,” he said, “you sure pay your bills quickly.  I’ll be glad to work for you anytime.  By the way, you are as cute as Brad said you were,” and right there in front of George he pinched my ass.  Fortunately the door bell rang and I could get away without any awkward comments.

“I’ll get it,” I yelled to Brad as I was opening the door. 

“Surprise!” I heard, and there stood Chuck and Larry.  Their arms were full of packages.

“This is a surprise,” I said.  “What are all those packages?”

“Well, because of your little incident, we missed Christmas and the New Year’s Eve party so we brought these along for a belated celebration.”

“But I have nothing for you,” I objected.

“Nonsense,” Larry said.  “You’re alive.  That’s our gift.”

I helped them put the packages on the hall table and then kissed them properly.  I introduced them to Daryl and George by their names, but then I added, “Larry and Chuck are my dads.”  George’s eyebrows went up at least an inch.

I knew that my dads would want wine, so I poured two glasses of red wine for each of them.  I was still on medications so I abstained, and Brad was too busy being a host to risk drinking any liquor.

“Do I have time to show Dad and Pop the great job Daryl did on my apartment?” I asked Brad.

“I’ll give you ten minutes.”

My dads put their drinks on the coffee table, and went downstairs with me.  They were as impressed as I had been with Daryl’s skills, and when we returned they were quick to compliment him.

Daryl joked.  “I love to be lauded, but here’s my card in case you want to use my services.”  Larry put Daryl’s card in his wallet.

Dinner was wonderful of course.  I refilled George’s drink twice more, but Daryl refused saying that he was the designated driver.  Larry and Chuck were satisfied with the one glass of wine.

Brad and I cleared the table.  Then Brad said, “I’m putting up coffee and we have a delicious looking dessert.  While the coffee is brewing let’s open our Christmas gifts.”  He got the coffee going and then disappeared into his bedroom.  When he came out, he had four packages.  I knew immediately that he had gotten a gift for each dad from each of us.  Is there nothing this man didn’t think of?

Larry gave each of us a sweater and told us we should share.  Chuck bought us each a dress shirt and a matching tie.  He said we could share also.  I knew that Brad and I were about the same size and build, but I had never thought of that in terms of sharing our clothing.  That would certainly be a plus in our relationship.

Brad gave each dad a half dozen, calf high, dress socks for work.  They were black of course.  He also gave them two ties each, presumably from me.  They were very conservative as befitted a banker and a professor.

I hated to see the party end, but eventually everyone went home.  I stayed behind with Brad, and we didn’t rest until everything was cleaned up and stored away.  We placed the leftover food in plastic containers and froze them.  Finally we collapsed on the couch. 

I looked around and said, “You’d never know we had company.”

“Sleep here with me tonight,” Brad said.

“Was there ever a doubt?” I asked.

To be continued...

Posted: 12/05/08