Brad’s Search : Part 32


I wake up and get ready for work. I decide to forgo my usual morning run and instead head into work early, hoping to catch Eric. Luckily, he’s in his office when I get there.

“Good morning, Brad. Why are you here so early?”

“Hey Eric. I was hoping to talk to you for a minute.”

“Sure, anytime. Sit down. What’s going on?”

I sit down and take a deep breath. “It’s James.”

Eric sits there, patiently waiting for me to continue.

“He asked me to move in with him.”

“Oh Brad, that’s wonderful!”

“And to be his boyfriend.”

He waits a few more seconds. “Well, what did you say?”

“I told him I still wasn’t sure I could handle a relationship and a demanding job at the same time.”

Eric hangs his head down.

“What’s wrong, Eric?”

He lifts his head up and looks at me. “Brad, how important is James to you?”

“Very important. Even though we haven’t known each other long, his coming into my life is probably the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I just know how many obligations I have with my job. I don’t think I could choose between-”

Eric holds his hand up to silence me. “Who said anything about choosing between James and your job?”

I’m silent for a few seconds, then Eric continues, “I guess I was lucky to have already been together with Lorna when I started. But, I do understand how important relationships are to people. They make people happy - well, most of the time.”

I nod in agreement.

Eric continues, “Remember at the deli when I told you how Rick helped me out and covered some of my workload so that I could be with Lorna when she was pregnant?”

“Yeah.”

“He instilled in me the philosophy that our personal lives and happiness are more important than work. Not a lot of companies believe that, but ours does. If James is as important to you as you say he is, we’ll give you all the time you need to make sure you are able to devote the time and energy to him.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. We certainly don’t want to lose you. You’re a great asset to us, and you’re fantastic at what you do. We want you to be happy, and if that means taking a day or two here or there so you feel you can be a good boyfriend, partner, husband, or whatever to James, we’ll make that happen.”

I breathe a sigh of relief. “Eric, can I give you a hug?”

He laughs. “Sure.”

We stand up and hug each other tightly. I say to him, mid-hug, “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

We break the hug.

* * * * *

Work hums along as usual the rest of the day. Right before I leave, I text Gary: Cooters?

A few seconds later, he texts back: Hell yeah! Let’s go straight there when you get off work.

I chuckle, then text back: You can head straight there, but I’ll head gaily there, thank you very much.

He texts back: Smartass. :-)

Time comes to leave work, and I head to Cooters. I meet Gary and Harry outside, and we go in, order beers, and find a table.

“He asked me to move in with him.”

Gary and Harry both look surprised. Gary speaks up. “Wow, that’s great!”

Harry goes next, “You said ‘yes’, right?”

“I told him I’d think about it.”

Harry, completely shocked by my answer, practically yells, “What the hell is there to think about?”

“I want to make sure I have enough time and energy for a relationship. It’s hard with how demanding my job is. Just look at how much less we’re hanging out. Eric says he’ll help out with a little time off here and there, but I don’t think that’ll be enough.”

Gary shakes his head. “Read my lips. James - will - understand - if - you - get - busy - from - time - to - time.”

I cross my arms on the table, contemplating.

Gary continues, “Bradley Michael Palovich, do I need to call your mother and have her harass and harangue you?”

I take a deep breath. “You guys better be right about this.”

Harry anxiously asks, “So, that’s a yes?”

I nod. “It’s a yes.”

Gary and Harry start clapping in excitement, and soon the rest of Cooters joins in the applause. The three of us look around, utterly confused.

“I guess I’ll call James tonight and give him the good news.”

Gary pats me on the shoulder. “You made the right decision, Brad. You and James are just right for each other. You’ll see.”

* * * * *

I return home and pull out my phone to call James. I’m more nervous than I’ve ever been, and I’m not sure why.

He picks up. “Hey Brad. How’s your night going?”

“Pretty good, and yours?”

“Doing OK, I guess. What’s up?”

“Well, I’ve been doing lots of thinking, and-”

“Yes?”

“-I would be delighted to move in with you and be your boyfriend.”

“Awesome! That’s so good to hear! I thought you’d never say ‘yes’.”

“Never?”

“Well, at least not for a while.”

“I just needed a little bit of reassurance to know this is the right decision. I know I have a demanding job, and I wanted to make sure that I can devote enough time for us.”

“Don’t worry about that, Brad. I know things get busy from time to time. Hell, we’ve been slammed at the law firm lately, and it’s worse now that we’re all back in town from being away for a week. But I’m sure you and I will be happy together despite all that.”

“Me too. I think I’m really ready for this step.”

“So your lease is up next month?”

“Yeah. After the first full week of February.”

“Wow, so we don’t have a lot of time to get you moved out.”

“It’ll probably only take one, maybe two weekends at the most, to get it all out.”

“Well, how about we start this weekend, and we’ll have more time if it takes longer than we expect.”

“Yeah, that sounds like a good plan.”

“Great. I’m so thrilled we’re taking this next step together.”

“Me too.”

We say our goodbyes and hang up. Work and everything else has exhausted me mentally and emotionally, so I take a quick shower to relax and crawl into bed. I glance to my right and notice the underwear and jeans that James left, and then I get a very naughty idea.

I walk over to his clothes, dig out his briefs, and feel them in my hands for a bit. They’re made of this smooth, cool fabric. I glance at the tag and see that they’re moisture-wicking. I lift them up to my face and breathe in.

My cock instantly becomes rock hard as I inhale his musky man scent: the result of hours of sitting on a plane thousands of feet in the air. His briefs have captured that scent perfectly. I lie back down on the bed, holding his briefs in one hand and my cock in the other, and begin pleasuring myself. I inhale deeply again, and then wrap his underwear around my cock. The material feels great against my erection. I move his briefs up and down, giving myself even more pleasure as they slide against my cock. I feel myself getting close to orgasm, so I lift his briefs to my face, take in his scent one last time, and reach orgasm.

I walk to the bathroom, clean myself up, and then crawl back into bed. Before I fall asleep, I imagine myself in James’s huge condo, sitting next to him in front of the fireplace, and look forward to when that becomes a reality.