Brad’s Search : Part 56


I wake up and glance at my phone—it’s 8-o’clock. I’m surprised I’m up this early, considering how late we were up last night drinking, talking, and playing games. I usually sleep way in after a fun late night the night before.

I rise out of bed and put on the clothes I had on yesterday. It’s pointless to shower since I didn’t have a change of clothes, so I take a glimpse in the bathroom mirror and at least make sure my hair looks presentable.

I make my way to the kitchen. Eric, Lorna, and the kids are already up and eating breakfast.

Lorna is the first to greet me, with a, “Good morning, Brad.”

“Good morning, guys,” I say, yawning.

Eric takes a sip of his coffee. “How’d you sleep?”

“Like a rock! That bed was super comfortable.”

Lorna chuckles. “That’s great to hear. Would you like to stay for breakfast?”

“I’d love to!”

Eric smiles. “You look like you could use some coffee, stat.”

I yawn again. “Yeah, we should probably start with that.”

He stands up. “Good. I’m about ready for my second cup, anyway. I can show you how the machine works.”

As Eric stands up and makes his way to the espresso machine, I get a good look at what he’s wearing. Since we work together, it’s rare that I see him in anything other than business casual attire. He’s wearing a V-neck T-shirt; several of his chest hairs poke up above the neckline. He’s also wearing thin, knit pajama bottoms, and he’s rocking quite the bulge. A nice five o’clock shadow adorns his face. It’s hard to keep from staring, and I hope no one has noticed my ogling.

I join Eric by the espresso machine. He looks at me. “You awake enough to learn how to make espresso?”

“I think so.”

He retrieves a gallon bottle of milk from the fridge. “I hope whole milk is OK.”

“Yeah, that’s fine.”

“All right. First things first, you’ve got to grind your coffee.” He twists the handle of something and detaches it from the machine. “This is called a portafilter. It’s where you put the ground coffee.”

He then positions the portafilter underneath a smaller machine that has a plastic container on top filled with whole coffee beans. He pushes a button, the machine makes a loud, grinding sound, and ground coffee begins filling the portafilter. As soon as it’s filled, he picks up a metal object with a flat circular end. “This is called a tamper. After you grind your coffee, use this to compact, or tamp, it all down.” He tamps the coffee, then returns the portafilter to the espresso machine, pushes up, and twists it in the other direction. It stays in place. He places a coffee cup underneath it.

He then takes a small metal pitcher and fills it up a third of the way with milk. A thermometer is clipped to the side of it.

He looks at me, pitcher in hand. “So, once your coffee is all ground and tamped and ready to go, it’s time to froth the milk. This long metal thing on the left is called a steam wand. Just lift the pitcher up so the tip of the wand is just below the surface of the milk, and pull this handle.”

He pulls the handle once to demonstrate what it does. Hot steam shoots out of the end of it instantly. He then dips the tip of the wand into the pitcher of milk and pulls the handle. The machine makes a loud screeching sound for a split second, and Eric adjusts the height of the pitcher until it now makes more of a soft hissing sound.

I have to get pretty close to Eric to hear him over the sound of the machine.

He looks at me again. “Depending on how much foam you want in your coffee, you’ll want to hold the pitcher so that the tip of the wand is just at the surface of the milk. Not too high, or you’ll get large bubbles. Once you’ve got all the foam you want, lift the pitcher up and plunge the wand all the way down to evenly heat the rest of the milk.” He does just this, and then points at the thermometer. “Once the milk is hot enough, turn off the steam. I usually do it at around 150 degrees.”

When the thermometer reaches that temperature, he turns the steam off and waits a few seconds. Then, he lowers the pitcher, lightly bangs it on the counter, and swirls the milk inside of it around a few times. “That helps to get rid of the bigger bubbles and create a nice foam.”

After that, he pulls another handle on the machine, and an espresso shot begins pouring out of the bottom of the portafilter straight into the coffee cup. After thirty seconds or so, he flips the handle back to where it was, and espresso stops pouring into the cup. He gives the milk pitcher one last bang on the counter and swirl, then pours its contents into the coffee cup.

“And voila, here’s a latte.” He places the new cup of coffee on the counter. “Ready to try making your own?”

I raise my eyebrows. “As ready as I’ll ever be, I guess.”

“Don’t worry; I’ll walk you through it.”

He twists the portafilter off the machine, turns it upside down, and bangs it against a metal box beside the machine. The spent coffee grounds fall into the box, and he rinses out the remaining grounds. He then hands me the portafilter.

All right; time to go to work. The grinding seems to be the easiest part; all I have to do is push a button. I fill up the portafilter, then tamp the grounds just like Eric did. While I do that, he rinses the milk pitcher, then pours fresh milk into it.

I insert the portafilter into the machine and give it a twist. He hands the pitcher to me. “Ready to steam the milk?”

“I think so.”

I firmly grip the handle of the pitcher and sink the tip of the steam wand below the surface of the milk, just like I watched Eric do, and pull down the handle. That horrible screeching sound starts again, but it doesn’t stop, no matter what I do. I glance up frantically at him. He places his hand on top of mine and helps me guide the pitcher to the right height. The screeching stops, and the hissing sound—the sound it should be making—starts. It’s also comforting feeling his hand on top of mine.

After a while, he guides my hand to lift the pitcher up and plunge the steam wand down into the milk. “OK, that should be enough foam. Keep the pitcher here.”

When the thermometer gets up to 150 degrees, I turn off the steam, and Eric takes his hand away. I knock the pitcher on the counter a few times and swirl the milk around. I then flip up the other handle on the machine to start pulling the shot of espresso.

I look up at Eric. “Am I doing everything right?”

“You’re doing everything perfectly.”

Once the shot is pulled, I flip the handle down to stop the machine, then pour the frothed milk into the coffee cup.

He glances at my creation. “Not too shabby. Time for the real test. Take a taste.”

I lift the cup to my lips, gently blow to cool it down a bit, then take a sip. “You’re right, this is better than Starbucks!”

Lorna chuckles. “See, dear? I told you.”

Eric just looks at her and smiles.

Lorna turns her attention to me. “Would you like anything to eat, dear? We can make pancakes or waffles, and have cereal, yogurt, bagels—pretty much everything.”

“A bagel sounds nice.”

“Sure thing, dear. They’re in the breadbox over there. We should have cream cheese and other toppings in the fridge. Please help yourself to anything in there.”

“That’s so kind of you, thank you.”

I set down my coffee on the counter, and then grab a bagel from the breadbox, slice it, and start toasting it. I open the fridge and find the cream cheese. I see some smoked salmon in the same drawer. I turn around and look at Lorna. “Can I try some smoked salmon on it?”

“Of course, dear! Put whatever you’d like on it.”

“Thanks!”

When my bagel is done toasting, I spread some cream cheese on it and place a few slices of smoked salmon on top. I join the rest of them at the table.

Eric looks at me. “So, do you have any plans for today?”

“I’ll probably go for a run, then give James a call. It’s been a while since I’ve heard from him.”

Lorna tilts her head to the side. “I hope everything’s been going well for him and his brother.”

“Yeah, me too. Other than that, I’ll probably just relax and take it easy. The next few weeks at work are going to be hectic, right Eric?”

He cracks a half-smile. “There will be plenty going on, that’s for sure, but I’ll make sure things don’t get too crazy.”

We all finish up breakfast, and Eric and Lorna both take the dirty dishes and coffee cups to the sink.

I get up from the table. “Well, I should get going soon.”

Lorna smiles at me. “Sounds good, Brad. We loved having you over.”

Eric turns to me. “Yeah, we really enjoyed spending time with you. You’re welcome to come over anytime.”

They both take turns giving me a hug. I then shake the kids’ hands, and bid everyone goodbye.

Eric walks me to the door. “Stay warm, and have a safe drive home.”

“Thanks, Eric. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

I head out the door, get in my car, and start the engine. I look back and wave goodbye to Eric as he stands in the doorway. He smiles and waves back. Damn, if it weren’t for his being straight and married with kids, he’d be irresistible. Oh, who am I kidding? He’s pretty damn irresistible as is.

* * * * *

As soon as I get home, I head upstairs and change into my running gear. It’s still pretty chilly outside, so after I pull on my jockstrap, I grab a pair of long running pants and a jacket and put those on. I pull up some workout music on my phone, grab my headphones, and head out the door.

I jog my way to Gas Works Park, my new favorite place to run. Even though it’s the weekend, there aren’t too many people about. I run a few laps around the old, brown metal structures as I listen to the first few songs of my workout playlist. Soon, that wonderful coffee I had at Eric’s finishes making its way through my body, and I realize I need to pee really bad.

I’m not quite ready to head back home yet, so I keep jogging around until I find a somewhat secluded area near some trees. I don’t want to get caught, so I pause my music and take my headphones out of my ears. I look around to make sure no one is nearby, then I undo the drawstrings of my pants and pull the waistband down. I pull the pouch of my jockstrap to the side, exposing my cock. I take my cock in my right hand and angle it up slightly, then let loose a long stream of piss. I keep going for almost a minute—I drank a lot of coffee—but by the time I’m done, the feeling of pissing in the outdoors where I could be caught excites me, and I get a naughty idea.

With my cock still out, I pull out my phone, open the camera app, and start recording a video. I point my phone straight down at my cock and begin jerking off. Doing this out in the open gets me really going and I almost get to a climax when I suddenly hear a twig snap and some leaves rustling.

Shit.

In the blink of an eye, I drop my phone, pull up the waistband of my pants, and look around. I don’t see anyone. It was probably a squirrel or a bird or something. I bend down and pick my phone up off the ground, brushing the dirt off of it. It’s still recording. I yank down the waistband of my pants and continue jerking off, getting closer and closer to climax until I shoot five or six ropes of cum, each landing several feet from where I stand. I guess that’s what happens when it’s been about a week since I last got off.

Once my hard-on goes back to being soft, I move the pouch of my jockstrap over it and pull the waistband of my pants up. I send my new raunchy video to James, along with a message: This is what happens when I’ve been missing you. I run a few more laps, then start heading home.

I strip off all my workout clothes and throw them in the laundry hamper, then take a long and luxurious shower. It’s hard to keep my mind off work, but I try as much as I can. As I dry off, I check my phone; I have both a missed call and a text from James. The text reads: Hey sexy, that was an awesome vid! Call me when you can. I do so as soon as I finish getting dressed.

James answers, “Hello, sexy boyfriend!”

“Hello, yourself!”

“What prompted you to send me such a titillating video?”

“Eh, I dunno, I just got the urge, I guess. Did you like it?”

“Did I? I have a permanent boner now. I’ll definitely need to take care of this tonight. Don’t be surprised if you get a video from me!”

“I’m looking forward to it!”

James chuckles. “So, I have some good news.”

“Oh?”

“Turns out my dad has connections here in Michigan. He was able to pull a few strings and get Paul a child custody court hearing scheduled for tomorrow.”

“Wow, that was fast.”

“Tell me about it. Paul’s going for full custody.”

“Do you think the judge will grant that?”

“We think so, especially since Patricia tried to cross the border alone with the kids. That’s a big no-no. It proves that she was deliberately trying to keep the kids away from Paul and to herself. We think the judge will look at that, and that alone, and decide in favor of Paul.”

“How soon after the hearing do you think the judge will decide?”

“Hopefully the same day. As you can imagine, cases like these can get very backed up, so they want to keep things moving as fast as possible.”

“Does that mean you’ll be coming home soon?”

“Yep, and another piece of good news: Paul has decided to come with me if he gets the kids.”

“Really? Paul is going to move here?”

“Yeah! I’m super excited about it. Dad’s house has a couple of spare bedrooms, so Paul and the kids will have a place to stay.”

“I’m happy for Paul and the kids, too, but I’m really stoked that you’ll be coming home soon.”

“Me too. I really miss you, Brad.”

“I miss you a lot, too.”

“Anyway, Paul and I have a lot of prep work to do for his hearing tomorrow, so I better let you go.”

“All right. It was great hearing from you. I love you.”

“Love you too. Take care, Brad. Bye.”

“You too. Bye.”

I take it easy the rest of the day and eventually get ready for bed. My phone buzzes, and it’s a video message from James. I start playing it.

The video starts with a close-up of James, shirtless and sitting up in bed. He says, “Hey there, cutie. Know what happens when you send me a dirty video?” He moves the camera further away so that his cock comes into the frame, and then he proceeds to start masturbating. He moans and makes hushed dirty talk throughout the whole video, and a few minutes later, he climaxes and his cock spurts cum all over his chest and torso. He looks at the camera and says, “Can’t wait to see you again, cutie. I love you.” The video then goes black.

I waste no time pulling my briefs off and playing the video over and over until finally reaching my second orgasm of the day.

* * * * *

Monday morning rolls around, and I head into work. We have only one more week to put all the finishing touches and tweaks into our project. I’m one of those people who stresses out over every single miniscule detail, so I’m doing all I can to keep from pulling all my hair out.

Around lunchtime, Eric calls me into his office. I step inside and sit down. “Hey Eric.”

“Hey there, Brad. How was the rest of your weekend?”

“It was good. I spoke with James, and he had some good news to share with me about Paul and the kids. They might all be coming back to Seattle soon.”

“That’s awesome to hear!”

“Yeah, I’m pretty excited about it.” I don’t tell him about my run in the park—or what I did besides run. “What about you?”

“I just stayed at home with Lorna and the kids and got stuff done around the house. The usual. Anyway, I spoke with our client in Vegas earlier this morning, and we’ll be flying there Sunday afternoon. They want us there for two weeks.”

I take a quick, shallow, breath. I’ve been preoccupied thinking all about how this trip is going to go. Hopefully Eric was right when he said during our client meeting that he’d be the one doing most of the talking and training and that he’d just need to lean on me occasionally when a tough question comes up. I definitely don’t think I’d be prepared to do what he’s going to do for two weeks straight.

He continues. “They’re going to cover the round-trip airfare for both of us, but our company will need to pay for the hotel room. I spoke with Rick, and he’s fine with booking two separate rooms, but he said we could save some money if we share a room, especially because it’s going to be for such a long time. Are you OK with the two of us sharing a room?”

I shrug. “Yeah, I don’t see a problem with that.”

“Great. I’ll talk with Rick and see what our budget looks like, and he and I will go from there.”

“Awesome.”

“Well, I think that’s all I needed to cover for now. You hungry? I’m craving a sandwich from that deli we went to a while back.”

“That sounds good to me!”

With that, we head downstairs and go to James’s favorite deli. Luckily, there’s no sign of Derek—if he had seen me there again with Eric, I’d never hear the end of it. We both order sandwiches and grab a table.

As we wait for our order, I ask Eric, “So, they need us there for two weeks, but do they want us to train every single day of those two weeks?”

He scoffs. “Oh, god, no. That would be a nightmare. No, they just need us Monday through Friday. We’ll have the weekends free.”

I breathe a sigh of relief. “That’s good to hear. So, what are we going to do on our days off?”

“Well, bring some extra spending money, because I’m going to teach you how to play Blackjack.”

“Oh, Eric, I don’t think I’d be any good at that.”

“Are you kidding? You kicked our asses playing that game at my house Saturday night. After I teach you a thing or two, with your luck, you’ll probably clean out the house.”

I blush. “Well, I’m up for learning, but I don’t think I’d feel so confident if there’s money involved.”

He chuckles. “We’ll keep the stakes low at first.”

I admit, it’s nice to imagine going into a casino and leaving much richer than before, but I’m smart: I know the house always has the edge. Hell, as long as I’m having a good time—and I know I will with Eric—it’ll be worth it.

Our order is called, and we waste no time scarfing down our sandwiches. We head back to the office and work the rest of the day. As I’m about to head home, Eric calls me into his office again and shows me his computer screen.

“Brad, I spoke with Rick, and this is one of the hotels we’ve narrowed down. It looks to be the nicest one. What do you think?”

I quickly glance at his screen. “Yeah, that one seems fine to me.”

“Great! I’ll book the room. I talked Rick into letting us stay through the Saturday after training, so that we’ll at least get some more free time in Vegas, and then we’ll fly back the day after.”

“This is starting to sound like it’ll be a fun trip!”

Eric smiles. “See? I told you it wouldn’t be all work and no play.”

* * * * *

I get home from work and make myself a small but savory meal. Just when I finish eating, I get a text from James: Hey cutie. Do you have some time to chat? I call right away.

James picks up. “Hey there, babe; how’s your night going?”

“Good, I just finished dinner. Work was kind of crazy since we’re near the end of our project, but I’m surviving it. What’s going on with you?”

“Well, Paul had his custody hearing today—”

“Oh yeah! How did that go?”

“It was a shit show—well, only because his wife, Patricia, was there. She tried so hard to badmouth Paul, saying he as a gay man is unfit to parent their children, but the judge was having none of it.”

“Good for him!”

“Yeah. The judge basically ripped her a new one because she had initially disappeared with the kids on her own. He didn’t even wait that long before making his ruling. He gave Paul full custody of the kids.”

I shriek with excitement. “Oh, my god, that’s such good news!”

“It’s fantastic news! Now, the judge’s ruling is only a temporary one, but he’s allowing Paul to fly to Seattle, and, after ninety days, if he demonstrates he can provide enough financial and emotional support to the kids, he’ll get them permanently.”

“That’s awesome! When are you all coming back?”

“We just booked our flights today. We fly back this Sunday.”

“Really? That’s the same day Eric and I fly to Vegas.”

“Wow, what a coincidence! I’ll have to send you our flight details. Wouldn’t it be nice if we got there just in time to see you before you departed?”

“That would be awesome! I think that would be a first for me.”

“Me too. Anyway, it’s been a long day, so I’d better get going.”

“OK, I’ll let you go. I’m really happy for Paul. Congratulate him for me.”

“I will, cutie. You have a good night, OK? Love you.”

“Love you too.”

It’s been a long day for me, too, so off to bed I go.