Adulting

Scotty’s story

We pulled up to the small, rural hospital building and I jumped out of the Rover and ran in before Kev even came to a complete stop. Kev finished parking and came in behind me at a slower, more “respectable” pace. I was out of breath when I reached the admin desk “Hi” I puffed out “I’m here to see Bradley Westin” I said to the woman.

She tapped away on her keyboard and said “I’m sorry, but Mr. Westin is sleeping, and then scheduled for some tests. It may be a couple of hours before he’s able to receive visitors.” Then she pointed down the long hallway and said “And you will need to speak with the security guard before we can let you in.” I thanked her and headed down the hall.

I hadn’t even thought about it, but it made total sense. His dad just abducted, drugged, and drove him across state lines, having a security guard outside was probably a smart idea. I approached the man and told him who I was and that I was here to see Brad. Before he could say anything, a woman tapped me on the shoulder. She had been sitting across the hall from Brad’s room in a folding chair. “Hi, I’m Barbara Potter, I overheard you say you were here to see Bradley Westin. I’m his attorney, may I ask who you are?” she said. I just looked at her with a confused look on my face. Kev, snuck away, I saw him reach for his phone. He was probably calling Pop.

“Um… my father is his attorney” I said.

The woman who was in her forties smiled sweetly and said “You must be Scott. Mr. Nicholls is working with our office to have local representation. He connected with us through a national organization that deals with these types of cases. He sent me down here to file the restraining order against Bradley’s father with the hospital administration. I’ve been waiting for Brad to wake up so I can speak with him and get his signatures on some documents.” Just then Kevin came back and nodded at me as he put his phone back into his pocket.

“Ms. Potter?” he said putting out his hand smiling. Pop obviously confirmed her story. “Thank you so much for jumping in and getting here so quickly.”

She smiled back “I assume you talked to Paul” she said “considering the situation and the video, I was able to get an emergency restraining order issued. His father is still in custody, but he’s claiming he was there to save his son from the other church members in the van. None of their stories seem to align, and they’re all turning on each other fairly quickly. But there’s a good chance he’ll be released either on his own or on bail” she said as she shook her head. “Your father told me to let you know not to worry about getting Brad’s signatures, I’ll handle all of that.” Kevin smiled at her and we both thanked her again. “Listen guys, this isn’t going to just go away. His father and the church will fight this. There’s a history here. There was another boy involved and I’m going to speak with him as well.”

Then she turned her focus to Kev and said, “You’re the guy that made the original call to the Phoenix PD, right?” Kev nodded and she responded, “I have a lot of questions for you.” Then she looked at me and said “I have questions for you too. First off, do you know anything about Bradley’s brother Brian? The one who just turned eighteen last week?”

I just looked at her and shook my head “All I know is that Brad hasn’t talked to him since his dad cut him off from the family about two years ago.

“Well the family claims he was with his father, but he wasn’t in the van and the father won’t offer any further info. So, I guess we’ll need to start looking for him too.” She said. I was more confused than ever. She must’ve seen the look on my face “Listen, sometimes the church herds up the “sinners” and locks them away to pray the devil out. His brother probably did something to get himself invited.”

“Like what?” I asked

“Doesn’t take much. Masturbation, premarital sex, reading books they think are of the devil, disobedience, and of course being gay. These guys are total control freaks you either live by their rules or they deem you possessed by the devil.” She went on to tell us stories about some of the stuff she’d seen.

I swallowed hard “We’re damn lucky they found him.” She just nodded with an empathetic look on her face.

“Some of these kids are scarred for life.” Just then the nurse came to tell us Brad was awake and Barbara could see him before they took him away. She looked at me “I know you want to see him, but I need to secure these signatures so we can keep this guy the hell away from him. I’ll try to be quick, then he’s all yours.” I just nodded. I could wait a little longer.

After about twenty minutes Barbara came out of the room and told us she had what she needed. Then she took Kevin and I to another room and spent some time asking us questions while the nurse took Brad for his tests. At the end of our conversation she handed me Brad’s cell phone “oh I forgot to give this to him, I was able to get it back from the PD.” She promised to stay in contact with Pop and let us know if Brad’s father was released. We thanked her for her help. By the time we finished talking Brad was back from his tests and the Security Guard told me I could see him. FINALLY! Kev let me go in alone.

When I entered the room he had the bed propped up and was facing the door. The men had kept him drugged up for a couple of days, so they had him hooked up to an IV to help him get his strength back. The nurse was tending to him and he was focused on what she was doing. Then he looked up and saw me. He smiled wide and his dimples took centerstage. I almost lost it.

“I’ll leave you two alone” said the nurse as she exited.

I walked over to the bed. I maneuvered around the IV tubes, leaned over the bed, hugged him tight, and rested my head on his chest. There were tears in my eyes as I just sobbed into his chest. I was overwhelmed. The emotion of the last two days caught up with me. He kissed the top of my head and rubbed my back. I could feel his chest heaving and hear him sobbing. Not a single word was spoken. We stayed like that with our hearts touching and beating together in sync for well over an hour. Then I moved a chair next to the bed and just sat, holding his hand. I fell asleep that way.

When I woke up I was in the exact same position with a blanket over me. It was about 5 in the morning, I looked up and there he was, sleeping like a baby… godammit he was so fucking handsome. I shook him awake. He took one look at me and his smile overtook his face. “Hey, you’re still here.” He whispered as he kissed the top of my head again. I moved up and we kissed on the lips.

“I’m never leaving. I love you so fucking much” I said, meaning every word.

“I love you too, I honestly thought I’d never see you again.” That was all we said to each other. That was all we needed to say. Just then Kevin walked in, he had coffee for both of us.

“Hi stranger. How are you feeling” He said to Brad then handed him a cup of coffee and said, “the nurse said you could have this if you want.”

“Thank you. I’m feeling great, still a little groggy, but great. And I’m ready to get the fuck out of here.”

“I just talked to the nurse, they plan on releasing you later today. I haven’t talked to Pop yet, so I’m not sure what’s up with your father yet.” Kev said.

“My father? What about him?” It was then that we realized that Brad probably didn’t know all the details of what happened, had no clue where is father was, etc. So Kev and I filled him in on everything from start to finish. We ended with telling him that his father will likely be released soon.

I saw the panic in his eyes as he pulled the covers back and said, “We need to get the fuck out of here, NOW.”

Kev told him about the armed guard and the restraining order. “Pop and Marc filed the restraining order in Phoenix too, you’re safe, Brad.” He laid back against the bed and started to calm down a bit. Just then the nurse came in to check on Brad and told him he would be released in the afternoon, she then asked us to leave for a few minutes so she could take care of some business.

Out in the hallway Kev told me that Randy was on his way to the hospital “I’m going to head back to Phoenix with him and He’s going to leave the Jeep so you can take Brad home whenever you’re ready. Take your time getting back, that poor guy needs some time to process all this shit. Maybe spend the night in Tucson tonight and just relax or something.”

“That’s a good idea. We haven’t really even talked yet, we just held each other all night. When’s Randy coming?” I asked as I started looking up Tucson resorts on my phone. It took me all of 2 minutes to find a good deal and book a room. “done” I said as I put my phone away.

“He’s on his way. He left about an hour ago so should be here a little after 8:00. We’ll hang out for a little then head back, we both need to get back to work.”

“SHIT!” I said realizing I had a lot to do. “Speaking of work, I need to call Marylin and quit today. I also need to officially accept the offer from Matty.”

“Whoops, I thought we agreed that you were going to wait until this was over to make any major decisions.” Kev said looking at me with tired eyes.

“No. YOU decided that. I agreed to nothing. Chip got us out of our lease, so I’m taking the new job, quitting my old one then going back to Denver to back up my shit and moving in with Brad. Period. Kev, I know you mean well, but just don’t go all rational big brother on me and try to slow me down… I need to do this.” I said, my eyes pleading with him to understand. He nodded and put his hand on my shoulder and didn’t say anything else, but I knew this wasn’t over.

We hung out in the lobby with the security guard for a couple of hours killing time while they gave Brad a final checkup. He was a good guy. He told us the other kid was released to his mother late last night, apparently his parents were divorced and his mom moved out of state so he should be safe. It got me thinking about the rest of Brad’s family… what did his mom think? Where was his brother? Where were his two sisters? Did the other kids go through this shit too? It’s all so fucked up.

After I got out of my own head thinking about all that I snuck away to the cafeteria to take care of some loose ends. I sent Matty an email officially accepting the job, then I composed my resignation e-mail and saved it as a draft to send to Marilyn after we spoke to make it official. By now it was 8:00, Marylin got in at 7:00 every day, so I called. She answered on the first ring. She knew it was me and before she even said hi she asked about Brad. I updated her on everything. Then I dropped the Bomb and ended my announcement with “If you need me, I will come back and finish out my two weeks. But honestly, after what just happened I’m not sure how much help I will be unless I tie Brad to my side and bring him into the office with me every day.”

She chuckled and said “Well, shit. I hate this, Scotty. We’re going to miss you. Considering the situation I’m assuming a counter offer is a waste of time.”

I just laughed nervously in response and said, “I hate to do this to you, but I have to.”

She let out a heavy sigh “I totally get it, but that doesn’t mean I have to like it. Can you give me the morning to make some calls to see what I can cover before I let you off the hook for your last two weeks?” she asked.

“Totally fair.” I retorted as I apologized for leaving her in a lurch and hung up. With that done I went back to join Kev and the Security guard, by that time Randy was here. He hugged me tight. And asked, “You good, Whoops?”

“Yup. I’m great” I said with confidence knowing that I just lined up all my ducks so I could be with Brad.

The nurse came out of Brad’s room, smiled at me and said, “He’s all yours.” And we all filed in. Brad was happy to see Randy who told him not to worry about work for the next two weeks, they had him covered. I told him about my plan to take the long way home in the Jeep, then I remembered I had his phone, hooked it up to my charger and sat it next to him. He was alert now, a sparkle in his eye, Brad was back!

“I just wanna get the fuck out of here. We should be able to leave early afternoon.” Brad said then coughed “God, I want a Coke so bad” I laughed and left to get him one while the guys all talked.

When I exited the room, a tall, very rigid looking man dressed in a disheveled suit was arguing with the Security Guard, I shut the door behind me so Brad wouldn’t hear. The guard told him he was in violation of a court order and needed to leave the premises immediately. SHIT! Brad’s father was here and trying to get in.

The menacing looking figure pointed at me and said, “He was in there, I’m the boy’s family, not him.” It took every ounce of will power to keep me from punching this fucker out. Okay, well… that’s not exactly true. My will power wasn’t enough. I walked over and to him and punched him in the face… and I punched him hard. I couldn’t believe I fucking punched him in the face!!! I heard a crack and saw blood rushing from his nose as the man fell back. He looked at me, then at the guard and said “You saw this punk hit me. Do something.”

The guard kept his calm exterior and said, “All I saw was a guy in violation of a court order, if I see the same thing in fifteen seconds that man will be behind bars again, and this time without a chance for bail.” Brad’s father shot me a nasty look… a downright evil look. I could’ve sworn his eyes glowed bright red at that moment. Then he turned and moved down the hallway to the exit at a fast pace. The Security Guard said “I called and reported him to the PD the second he got here. There should be a cruiser out front to escort him far off the property. I assume his buddies are waiting for him outside… They’ll arrest them if they cause any more trouble.” Then he asked, “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine. Am I in trouble for that?” I asked

“For what? “ He said, then paused “I love my gay son” he said with the most sincere, incredibly proud grin I had ever seen. I thanked him. That was the end of that I guess. Randy and Kevin came out into the hallway looking for me. They saw my face and just looked at me awaiting an explanation, the guard was still grinning. I told them the entire story while the guard just looked in the other direction ignoring us pretending not to hear anything. They both looked on in awe as I massaged my sore hand. I hit him hard… and it felt fucking great.

A couple of hours went by. Kev and Randy left, And Brad was going through his final check-up. I jumped in the jeep and headed to the closest town. I bought Brad some clothes and toiletries, then I made one more stop at a local shop. Marilyn called me while I was running my errands and told me that the company was granting me family leave through the end of the month, and that I should date my resignation two weeks from the end of the month. That way I will get paid through the month but won’t have to come back to work. I was blown away by her generosity and thanked her profusely. Maybe they valued me more than I had given them credit for.

By the time I got back to the hospital they were ready to release Brad. We gave our thanks to the awesome staff and I especially thanked the security guard. He whispered in my ear “Be careful, that guy’s a dangerous asshole.” I nodded as we shook hands. Then we were free! We got in the Jeep and I kissed that little dimple-faced fucker so hard. I made myself a vow to protect him and never let him go. Fuck this thinking with my head shit. My heart was in control and I had a plan.

Once we were on the road Brad called Pop to thank him. Pop told him the state troopers were keeping an eye on his abductors to make sure they headed home, and that his brother Brian was found and was safe with Barbara’s organization. Just as Barbara predicted he was found along with several other “sinners” in the basement room of a church. Pop spoke with him and learned a lot! Apparently Brad’s two sisters, Mary and Theresa, were home from college at Thanksgiving. They were in their room telling Brian that they kept touch with Brad and planned to call him later that night. Brian said he was so excited to talk to Brad that he could hardly wait. Their father overheard the conversation, confiscated their phones and then, as added punishment, kept them both home from college for the rest of the semester. Brian said he thought their father was using Brad’s phone number to try and track him… Brad was convinced that’s was why he was getting all the unknown calls.

After that things got even worse. Their father only let the boys leave the house for school, and the girls were stuck there with no phone or computer while his father spent all his time at the church. Brian threatened to move out of his father’s house on his eighteenth birthday and the two men exchanged words. His father proclaimed, “You’re my son, and will stay in this house until I deem otherwise.” Later that night two men came and grabbed him while he slept slipping a hood over his head to keep him quiet. They took him to the church and left him there with a bunch of other “disobedient sinners” to pray and repent. Pop thinks that his father and the other men left that night to go get Brad, the other boy and maybe even others on the way back. The church has a long history of trying to “pray the gay away” along with any other sin. Barbara’s organization had been working with their victims for years and knew their patterns. Their methods can be “scarring, and life-altering” (those were Barbara’s words). It sounds like Brian and Brad were both saved from them just in time.

Pop told Brad that one good thing came out of this, he discovered Barbara’s organization and intended to work with them on a regular basis.

Brad listened intently and then said “Mr. Nicholls I want to talk to my brother. Can you arrange that for me?” Then he listened to my dad on the other end and said “Okay… Pop.” My dad promised to arrange it and then hung up and said. “You hit the fucking parent Jackpot, Scotty.” I smiled and nodded. I already knew that.

It was just a short trip to the resort in Tucson. Once we got in the room, it was game on!

Brad kicked the door shut, pushed me onto the king-sized bed, and jumped on top of me with his beautiful, giant, dimpled grin taking over his face. “I honestly thought I’d never see you again” He said then kissed me so hard it hurt. He mashed our faces together as I grabbed the back of his head trying to pull him in even hard. Oh my God I wanted all of him so bad. There was no fucking way I could get enough.

He ground his crotch into mine as I pushed up, grinding back into him. Our clothes were in the way, he ripped my button down shirt off of me, I heard little clicks as the buttons popped off and flew everywhere. He kept kissing and grinding as he moved his hands up and down my body from my neck to my hard abs. then his lips left mine and as he started licking the nape of my neck, moving down to my nipples, he attacked them one at a time with small kisses that turned into licks that turned into erotic bites. It was so sensual, so erotic. He made his way down my torso, then my abs, licking and tasting me. He fumbled with my belt and zipper as he licked. He grabbed my waistband, I lifted my ass and he pulled my jeans down my legs and off. I shed what was left of my shirt and laid there naked. Brad jumped off the bed and shed his clothes then jumped back up on the bed and started all over kissing me and grinding his cock against mine.

Oh my god his flesh against mine felt so warm and amazing. He moved down his body exploring me with his mouth once again, this time when he moved below my abs my cock was ready for him. He licked my hot, engorged shaft up and down from head to hole savoring every inch of me. I almost jumped out of my skin when he pushed my legs back and moved his tongue down my ass trench passing over my hole and teasing my tight, yearning pucker. I grabbed my legs pulling them behind my ears giving him total access to my ass.

His tongue started to bore deep into my passage, and I moaned from deep inside my gut. He pushed my ass up as he swirled his tongue inside me, from his new vantage point our eyes met and locked as he devoured my tight hole making it warm and wet with his tongue. Oh my god, it felt so good to be with him again, I had felt so empty without him.

He inserted a finger into me as he licked his way over my warm, hanging balls and up my shaft, up and down he licked as his finger loosened me up. He engulfed my manhood and took me all the way down his throat simultaneously adding a second finger to my tight hole as I writhed and moaned under his ownership. He worked me for several minutes and I was lost in the pure bliss of it.

He moved up and straddled my face, feeding me his perfect cock. I tried to move to get a better angle but his weight on my chest limited my movement. After a couple of minutes he moved up and got in position to fuck me face, and he did. He buried his pole deep down my throat, driving in and out of me hard and fast, I grabbed his firm ass reveling in the flesh between my fingers and pulled him deep into me, then guided him out, over and over. We worked in perfect harmony for our mutual pleasure. I was loving the feel of his cockhead hitting the back of my throat, I felt so fucking alive after several days of just trying to survive thinking I had lost Brad.

He pulled off me and moved between my legs pushing them behind my ears again. Then the moment I was waiting for! He lined his beautiful manhood up with my waiting pucker and pushed. I felt the soft-bluntness of his entry. As my passage morphed to envelop him fully. He pushed deeper as he leaned into engage me in a passionate, lovers kiss. Our tongues danced as his cock hit my prostate sending shockwaves through me. It was so incredibly electrifying as our two bodies worked as one. I begged for more through our kiss moaning “Take me Brad, fuck me as hard as you can” I wanted him in a bad way… who the fuck am I kidding, I needed him. I needed to have him in me, I needed to feel his presence. With a loud grunt he came in me shooting spurt after spurt of his hot essence into me. I felt him living within me and it brought me back to life after a week from hell.

He collapsed on me for just a few seconds until I flipped him over and went to work on his ass with my tongue tasting him, smelling his scent and loving everything about it. It was probably less than two minutes before I mounted him. As soon as I pushed his legs back to his chest and put my cock against his hole he pushed against me and swallowed me whole. I felt the tightness of his passage as I pushed in and pulled out with long, slow strokes. I bent down to kiss him whispering in his ear before I did “I love you so fucking much.” We continued this for a few minutes until I couldn’t take any more and grunted “I’m cumming, Brad” He grabbed my ass and pulled me deep at the perfect point of climax and I shot like I had NEVER shot before. Stream after powerful stream of pent up emotion, love and lust was released into his fine ass. I kept pumping using my frothing cum as lubricant, adding new sensations to our love making. Brad’s nails were deep in my back and the pain just added to the whole orgasmic experience.

I finally stopped and just lay on him for a minute, then rolled to his side. We turned to face each other. He stroked my face as he looked into my eyes, and I did the same. No words were spoken. It was mid-afternoon and we fell asleep like that.

After a nice, blissful nap in each other’s arms we woke up and went out to dinner at a restaurant downtown recommended by the concierge. The place was very quaint, nothing fancy, but very nice. The lights were very dim and I asked the host for a private table in the corner. He seated us in the perfect spot. Brad and I ordered drinks and appetizers and just took our time to enjoy each other’s company and the moment. After we recapped the insane chain of events that led us here I finally confessed “I didn’t tell you everything that happened today.”

“What did you leave out?” he asked with a playful grin expecting me to say something funny, but I was about to make a true confession.

“Remember when I left the room to get you a coke this morning?” I asked and he nodded as he put another bite in his mouth. “Your father was in the hall trying to get past the Security guard.” Brad’s face dropped, and I could see that awful fear enter his eyes again.

He stopped eating and drinking and stared at me “My father was at the hospital?!” I nodded.

“The Security guard threatened to have him arrested… and I….um… I punched him in the face” I said awaiting Brad’s reaction. He sat there stoned-faced and stunned for a good minute.

“You punched my father in the face?” he asked breaking the silence.

I nodded and said, “I think I broke his nose.”

Then he broke out into uproarious laughter “Oh my god, Scotty!!! I’ve wanted to do that my entire life.” His laughter got louder, almost maniacal and I started laughing with him.

After a minute or so we both quieted down and I said, “He said something so… so fucking awful that I couldn’t help it.” Brad looked at me quizzically “He pointed to me and said, ‘I’m the boy’s family, not him.’ After all the hell he put you through, disowning you, abducting you, drugging you, ripping you from the people you love he shows up and claims to be family?! The part that upset me was that he’s right. I love you more than anything, but I’m not family.” Brad was looking at me with a confused look as I stood from my chair, reached into my pocket and dropped to one knee “we need to fix that.”

His eyes grew wide as I presented the ring I had bought at the little shop earlier today. It wasn’t the perfect ring, it probably wouldn’t even fit him, but it was what they had and would work fine. “Brad, will you marry me?” I asked.

He just stared at me for a minute, the asked “What happened to taking it slow.. thinking with your head?”

“Fuck all that. You’re right. We belong together. I want to be your husband. Your family.”

“Scotty, you’re acting out of emotion from the last couple of days. Are you sure this is what you want?” He asked with a look on his face that said Damn I hope he’s sure.

“I sure am. This whole thing was a giant wake-up call. What we have happens once in a lifetime… if you’re lucky. I’ve never been surer of anything in my life, Brad. Will you marry me?” He stood up, dropped to his knees and hugged me “Yes. I will marry you” he whispered in my ear. His tears rolled down his cheeks and onto my shoulder, then he gave me a soft kiss.

We stood, still hugging each other tight, both of us with tears of joy in our eyes. When we finally let go of each other and sat back down I said “Tomorrow we head back to Phoenix for the night, then we drive to Vegas and get married, then off to Colorado to pack up my stuff. we drive a U-Haul back to Phoenix and start our new life together.”

“Wait? You mean like get married RIGHT NOW?” Brad said with a confused look and a giant smile.

“Yup. Right fucking now” I said reaching across the table to grab his hand as my eye’s locked with his. The look on his face was surprisingly sullen.

“Scotty, less than a week ago I was begging you to stay with me temporarily and you were afraid we were moving too fast. Now you’re ready to jump into marriage. I want to make sure we’re doing this for the right reasons.”

Still looking into his eyes I said “I love you. That’s the one and only reason.”

His brilliant smile came back as he said “I love you too. Let’s get married.”

To be continued…