Oil Man

“Celebrating A Goal”

Meet the cast of characters:

Matt  Bradley   Sebastian

Molly   Marty & Bobby   Mr. Tom

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Matthew:

I awake this morning to the feel of warm, wet, velvet wrapped around my cock.  I keep my eyes closed and enjoy the man of my dreams and my reality taking care of my morning hard-on.  So, fucking good.  He stops and climbs up my body to kiss me.

He whispers, “Good morning, sunshine.” 

Back down he goes to swallow my dick again and continues until I grab a double fistful of sheet and cum in his mouth.  He moans and swallows and swallows and swallows.

“Damn, dude, feels like you haven’t come in a week or more, but I know better.  You’re just becoming a stud now that I suck you off a lot.”

“Well, I did go for a few years only on the bottom and then you awake my dormant feelings of a horny, hard cock.  So glad you did, Bradley.”

I push him off me and climb on top of him to give him that morning blowjob he enjoys so much.  He never disappoints me with a big, tasty load and today is no exception. I eagerly swallow my morning man feast.

I suddenly remember our limo driver will bring Carmen, our new housekeeper to us. “Bradley, we have to get up.  Quick.  Carmen is coming here this morning before we go to work.  Get up.”

He hops out of bed and we rush to the shower.

“No fooling around this morning, Bradley, we have to get dressed to welcome our new housekeeper.”

“We can make up for it in the men’s room at work like before.”

I look at Bradley and tell him, “That is a one-off event. I just wanted to accept your challenge of your waving dick.”

We are hurrying in the shower and when I glance at Bradley, I’m sure that look on his face is disappointment. No sex this morning.  Fuck it, a quick hand job doesn’t take long. While I’m scrubbing my body, I say “I wanna jack you off on my body.”

“He immediately perks up with a big smile.  I grab his hard-on as he turns, speaking over his shoulder, his back to me now. “Do it like you did in the men’s room at work.”

I shove him face first against the wall, press my body against his, stroking him and talking dirty. “You like your big dick in my hand showing me how thick it is and making me want you.  You like that dick up my asshole, down my throat, shooting your load in me, breeding my cunt.  You dirty boy, always hard and horny.  Now give me that load. See yourself coming all over my face.”

That made him come undone. His white, thick load running down the shower wall.  He rubs his still-hard man tool against the wall, humping a little, spreading his seed on the tiles.

“Fuck, that is so hot. Thanks babe, for thinking of me. I really needed that.  Now, I can start my day, happy like always.”

Bradley is still such a little boy, in so many ways and I fucking love that about him.  Yeah, I do.

Bradley says, “You wake the boys while I make breakfast.”

The four of us at sitting at the kitchen breakfast bar when the doorbell rings.

Carmen comes in carrying two large, soft leather bags. She says she brought a lot of things for the boys, hand-me-downs from her grandchildren.

We get her settled in.  Everywhere she goes the boys are hot on her trail.  They are immediately taking a liking to the new housekeeper.

The limo driver waits, standing by the car. We pile in and he gets underway. He immediately starts discussing Carmen with us.  He has known her for a long time.  Says she’s like a second mom. “You’ll fall in love with her.  She’s pure magic, especially with kids.”

Bradley and I smile at each hearing that she’s good with kids. 

Bradley thinks for a moment and then speaks up. “Our boys need so much love and attention, but unfortunately both of us have to work. Mr. Tom relies so much on us right now.”

The driver responds, “From what I hear, Mr. Bradley, he will rely on you more and more, not less. He’s counting on you four to do great things for his TV station and he has ideas about injecting your creativity and ideas into his beer brewery. I will tell you this, but it absolutely must stay in this limo, no leaking to co-workers.  OK, he’s thinking of buying a winery.  Yep, a winery and he’s counting on the four of you to help with ideas, promotion, advertising. I wonder about this but he is a solid businessman with an uncanny sense of discovery, unbelievable intuition.  Be ready for it.”

“I don’t see how we can work more hours into the day.  Besides the news, we have the kids, the adoption situation, the remote broadcast project, the morning show, it goes on and on,” Bradley reacted.

“Mr. Tom says after you get the news project nailed down, he will ask you to take on some new things. I don’t know specifics other than the possible winery,” the driver volunteers.

“Dude, what’s your name?” I ask the driver.  We are having these conversations every morning and we don’t even know what to call you.”

“Well, Sir, I’ve been called a lot of things,” he chuckles, “but my name is Carlos.”

“Nice to meet you, Carlos.”

Bradley leans forward, reaches between the seats and extends his fist. The driver bumps him.

“I feel much better now.  I’m Matt and my husband is Bradley.   Got it?”

The driver responds with, “Yes, Sir.  Got it.”

“Doesn’t sound like it.  When we are in private conversations here or anywhere else, we have first names.  If you have to use ‘Sir’ when Mr. Tom is present or in public, OK, but otherwise you can drop the formal shit,” I tell him.

“OK, Matt.”

“Much friendlier, thank you,” I say, patting him on the shoulder.

Carlos comes around to open the door for us, we are in the formal mode again for the benefit of anyone observing whether or not the driver is doing his job properly.

I give Carlos a smile and say, “Thank you, Carlos.”

Bradley smiles and gives him that macho light slap on the arm as he says, “Thanks, Carlos, have a nice day.”

In my office, I call up the e-mail with the overnight TV ratings for DFW quickly scanning down to the 6:00 PM entries.  BINGO! Number fucking ONE!  I grab my phone and call Mr. Tom.

“Tom here.”

“Mr. Tom, we did it.  We are number one as of last night.”

“Oh my god! Congratulations to everyone. I jumped up out of my chair on my feet when you told me that.  The first time in the life of this TV station that our news show has ever been number one.  Do you think we can hold that position?” 

“I think we can.  This rating will inspire everyone to work harder at maintaining the number one spot.  And we will keep fine-tuning.  I want to move the weatherman’s slot to news, if that is OK.  I will talk to him and try to get him to rise from the living dead and communicate with the viewers a little better.  If he doesn’t get better in a short period of time, I will get rid of him. I’m working on a possible replacement already just in case you agree.”

“Matthew, you know I trust and value your judgement like no other man on this earth and I will keep my word.  I meant it when I told you if you come to work for me, you will get what you want.  You tell whoever owns the weatherman that he will be moved to news when you want it to happen.  I have sent a memo all around reminding everyone that when you speak to them, you are speaking for me. I again instructed everyone to give you what you want. Now, with making news number one in the entire DFW area, no one can argue with your success.  You want something done; you tell them to do it. If I have my way, one day you’ll be running that TV station from the general manager’s office.  Beyond that, you could hold a newly-created CEO position over all of my businesses. You have wonderful intuition, ideas, creativity, you don’t take shit from anyone, you are good with people.  I could go on and on, but I hope you and your husband and the others are around for a long time to take over all of this when I am no longer able to keep up with it.  That is my plan and I hope you’ll go along with me.  After this job, you can pretty well name your price anywhere, but I hope you won’t take any of the offers you are surely to get.”

“I’m here for the long haul, Mr. Tom. I think I speak for Bradley and Molly, too.  We are having a great time working for you.  Basti is still young and has stars in his eyes, but he’s not stupid.  He understands the difference between being a big fish in a little pond and being a little fish in a big pond.  I took him out for a drink to unwind after he did that documentary live the other night. As a guy was headed for the door to leave the bar, he stopped to tell Basti that he was moved by the documentary about street people.  He spoke to Sebastian by name.  The guy knew his name from the show that night.”

“That’s wonderful.  He’s a nice guy, exceptionally good-looking, very polite and really good on-the-air.  Getting back to the number one newscast in town, I will send over a couple of cases of champagne so everyone can celebrate at 7:00 after the news. I’ll get a cleaning crew over right away to clean the third floor and we can gather there after you finish the number one news show in town.  I’ll drop by to thank everyone, toast their success and then leave so they can relax.  I just want to make sure they know I appreciate their efforts.  I really do.”

“Thank you, Sir, but before I forget, I want to hold off on promoting our number one position until next Monday. We can look pretty silly if we talk number one and then we drop down this week.  So, if we make it through this week, I think we will have a solid viewership and on Monday we can officially and publicly call ourselves THE ONE, so to speak.”

“Good idea, Matthew.  You are ahead of the rest of us on this like everything else. I would have started bragging on the air tonight, but you are right about being a little cautious to avoid egg on the face.  Have a nice day and I’ll see you tonight.”

I grab my phone and speed dial Bradley.

“Hey, do you have time to come see me right now? If you do, find Molly and bring her with.”

A few minutes later there is a knock, knock, knock and the two step into my office.

I explained the news rating and tell them we will have a staff meeting, including Bradley and crew in the newsroom 30 minutes from now. We will celebrate with champagne and Mr. Tom’s beer on the third floor at 7:00.  A cleaning crew is up there and the room will be setup for celebrating starting after 7:00 when Mr. Tom arrives.”

We head for the newsroom which is busy like always but I need to let the guys know what’s going on.

“Hello, everyone, I need your attention for a couple of minutes, now. We want you to know that everything is going as planned. The big boss is very pleased with all of you and your efforts.  As of Monday, the morning show will belong to the news division.  There are personnel changes coming but only Mr. Tom and I know about them so I can’t talk now about those changes. None of the changes affect any of you.

“We were very successful with the homeless people documentary.  I think we can score at least three awards for that show.  Thank you all. As a spin off of that documentary, I would like to have us do one about ‘street kids.’ As you may or may not know, during his research and preparation for the documentary, Sebastian discovered two brothers living on the streets.  They had run away from foster care. The boys are six and four-years-old.  Bradley and I immediately became their foster parents and are in the process of adopting them. We, as journalists, are responsible for making our public aware of underage boys out there with no home to go to, who are selling sex and dumpster diving in order to survive.  Foster Care has a much-deserved shitty reputation in DFW.  These boys are often tortured by their foster care adults. They are maimed and raped by their official, government-sponsored care givers. Then our state and the federal government both fund the foster care parents with monthly paychecks. I want us to be the first ones who stand up for these kids.  Give me your proposals and ideas.  We will work out a plan to produce that documentary.

“I want to ask all of you who are not working at 7:00 tonight to join us on the third floor to celebrate.”

Several guys jump to their feet with anticipation but remain silent.

“Why are you guys jumping up so fast?” I tease.

Someone yells “Did we fucking do it?

I smile and yell, “Number Fucking ONE! guys.”

The roar in the newsroom sounded like a crowd of one-hundred.  Guys are dancing with each other and yelling and stomping.

When they quiets down, Molly said, “We want to thank you all for the great work you did to make this happen.”

Bradley chimes in, “You’re all invited up to the empty third floor after 7:00 tonight to celebrate our success.”

I have a few final words: “You can talk to anyone about our success but we won’t make it official until next Monday and only if we maintain the number one position for the rest of this week. That’s all I have, thank you. Now, back to work.”

I looked around and find him, Jack Baker, the former news director. “Jack, can I see you in my office now, please.”

He walks with me and we chat politely.

Inside I asked him to close the door.  He looks nervous, poor guy.

“Jack, I want to thank you for making the transition easy for everyone.  And we are getting nice response from the piece you do weekly for the nightly news. Now, I want to add some real work. As of Monday, the morning show will be reassigned to the news division.  I want to eventually replace the two co-hosts with you and Molly.”

“Matt, I’m flattered, but why are you being so nice to me.  When you arrived, I thought you would throw me out and you didn’t. You gave me a different job doing something I never thought about, but I really enjoy it.  And now you want to make me a co-host on the morning show.  Why are you being nice to me?

“Jack, there’s no reason to treat you otherwise.  I am treating you like I would like you to treat me, if our positions were reversed.  That’s all.  I have no reason to fire you.  Why would I want to get rid of someone who is well-known in the area and who is participating in the nightly news and doing a really good job? Why would I want to give up your talent for an unknown I could hire?”

“Matt, I don’t know how to thank you.  I’m very fortunate.”

“Just fucking say yes that you will co-host the morning show when the time comes.  You’ll like it, we’re gonna make you a local celebrity and it will be a lot of fun for you. Please keep this to yourself.  I still have to ask Molly and I will have to find a new and competent assignments editor. Molly has worked in network news in New York, so she’s not a novice about this news business. I’ll keep you posted. Thank you, Jack.”

I phone Molly and she is in my office in a flash.

“Molly, have a seat. The morning show will belong to us next Monday.  As soon as possible, I want to replace the current co-hosts.  Jack Baker, has agreed to co-host.”

Molly looks at me, knowing what I am about to ask her, but praying that I will not. “Tell me you’re not going to say what I think you are.”

“Apparently you have read my mind.  What do you say? Will you be the beautiful, gorgeous, intelligent co-host of every man’s dreams?”

“Matt, I’m flattered but it’s been a long time since I’ve been on camera. I would like to help, but what if it doesn’t work out?”

“Then, I’ll have to fire you and kick you to the side of the road.”

Molly gives me a look I’ve never seen on her face before.

“You know that was just a cruel joke, don’t you?  Molly I’m joking. You have too much talent in so many areas to let go of you.  You’re here for as long as you want to stay.  You are part of the rescue team and will always have a job here because you are capable of handling anything thrown your way.  Please take this new job. It’s a nice change for you, getting up in the middle of the night to come to work and go on-the-air at 6:00.”

“Matt, it’s very appealing.  OK, I’ll do it.  I’ll do it.  Jack seems like a nice guy.  Should be fun.  But what about the network morning show we are carrying from 8:00 to 9:00?”

“We will cancel it, if possible.  The lawyers are going over the network contracts to see if there’s anything to prevent us from cancelling it and if there is, how do we work around it.  With the station’s day-long ratings because of the number one news placing, the network will want to keep the rest of their shit on channel 13.  I’m sure, with a change of personalities on our local morning show we can get higher ratings than we’re getting with the network morning show.  We’re only carrying one hour of their feed anyway, instead of three hours. We will score more advertising dollars than we are now getting from the network which shares the ad revenue they get on their show with all of the affiliate stations, including us.”

“Matt, isn’t this a decision for the program director to make?”

“The morning show will soon belong to the news division and if I want three hours, I just have to tell them and they will give it to me.  Mr. Tom and I had a talk.  He said I should tell anyone on the TV station staff what I want and they will give it to me. He sent a memo recently to remind them.  He wants us to clean up the mess these people have created over the past however many years.  So, if the PD refuses my request, he will have to deal with Mr. Tom and I would guess that the PD’s refusal will cost him his job. Making things right will nearly always mean stepping on someone’s toes.  The next thing I’m going after is the weather man.  I plan on replacing him with a local guy who did weather full-time for one of the stations a few years ago.  He’s some type of stocks or investment guy now and I’m told would be interested in a part-time gig for the weeknight prime-time news show. Everybody in DFW knows him. He’s supposed to be a crazy motherfucker.

“Every department head is subject to being kicked out if I have my way, including the GM.  The fucking general manager is like the rest of them.  They show up for work but don’t contribute a single thing for the benefit of KDLS.  They show up, stay all day and take the money.  I could have the GM’s job within half-an-hour if I wanted it but we still have work to do on the news product.  Now give me a solution for replacing you as the assignments editor.”

Molly thinks for a couple of minutes and says, “I may have someone, actually. A girl who is a best friend from my New York days says she is getting tired of the big city.  We talk on the phone at least twice a month. I think she might be interested.  She’s very good as assignments editor or producer. Sweet lady, intelligent, hard worker.  Yeah. Shall I give her a call tonight?”

“Fuck, yes. She sounds perfect. Do it. Ask her what she wants or give her my phone number and e-mail if she wants to talk directly.  Keep me posted.”

Molly leaves and I get back to the paperwork.

Bradley:

I’m standing at a urinal in the men’s room taking a piss, thinking about how horny I am; deliberating if I should get in a stall and jack off.  I am always super horny and today is no exception.  I hear the door open and an adult sissy boy swishes in. He chooses a urinal keeping an open one between us. I stand with my dick in my hand waiting for him to leave so I can take care of this hard thing. I notice he is stealing glances at me out of the corner of his eye.  I stare at him, hoping I can encourage him to leave. Suddenly, he steps up to the urinal beside me and boldly turns and glares at my hard-on.

He says in a very effeminate voice, “god, you are huge. I’ll bet not many girls can handle that.  You need a faggot who knows how to give hot men like you what you need.”

I walk away, go into a stall, latch the door and continue with my fantasy. I wipe a messy hand after I sniff it, stuff my hardness back in my pants and leave.

Since it’s approaching noon-time, I stop at Matthew’s office.

Matthew:

“Good that you’re here Bradley. Can we go home at noon and check on the boys?  I phoned Marty earlier and he was excited about something Carmen has brought for them. He said they really like her. He asks when we will be home and I said if you have time, we both will see them at noon and in any event, I will be there at noon.  We can tell them about our little celebration at 7:00 so they know we will be a little later than usual.”

“Yeah, let’s go see them.  I miss them during the day.  Wonder how they are. What they’re doing.  They are so fucking cute. I fell in love with them already.  Let’s go now, a few minutes early.  I’ll phone my office and tell them I will be out of the building over the lunch hour.”

After we walk through the doorway at home, we are attacked by two very happy boys.  We say hello to Carmen as the boys drag us away to their room. They have some toys Carmen brought and some games. We wanted to buy the boys some toys earlier but they refused.  Now the ice has been broken.

We eventually return to Carmen and ask how things are going.  She says the boys are real sweethearts and she enjoys being with them.  When Carmen learned we were coming by, she put together some sandwiches and chips for lunch and freshly-brewed coffee. It was a perfect, unexpected lunch-time treat.

“Boys, we have a little celebration tonight at work.  Our newscast is number one now and Mr. Tom has a small celebration planned.  So, we will be home after that, OK?”

Marty shakes his head that he understands but I can tell he isn’t delighted that we are not coming home right after work. Bobby, puffs up his pouting lips and asks, “Why can’t we go, too?”

I look at Bradley and he gets it. He smiles at the boys and says, “We didn’t think you guys would want to be at a celebration with all the noisy grownups around.  But I can come and pick you up before 5:00. You can watch daddy Matt doing the news and then at 7:00 we can all go upstairs to the third floor and celebrate.”

Both boys hug us together, give us a quick, wet kiss on the cheek and jump down to go pick out clothes for the big event.

“That is a very sweet thing for you dads to do,” Carmen tells us. “They constantly talk about you, about how nice you are, how you love them so much that you want to keep them forever, what a nice house they live in. You dads are all they talk about.  They are lucky to have such caring dads and you are lucky to have two boys who idolize you.  It is a wonderful family you have.”

“OK, boys either daddy Brad or the morning chauffeur will pick you up before 5:00 o’clock.  See you later.”

On the way back to work, Bradley tells me about the men’s room incident that happened before lunch-time.

“Bradley, there’s an old expression that says, ‘You don’t shit where you eat:’ If you get caught fooling around in the men’s room, Mr. Tom will likely fire you for deceiving him and he might fire me too.

“Bradley, we have a great gig here at channel 13. Let’s not fuck it up. If you need to take care of your horny dick, go into a men’s room stall, jack off and go back to work.

“Now, excuse me, but I have to try and find an assignments editor, a weatherman and there’s other shit to do. By the way, if you can’t pick up the kids to bring them here, tell me so I can send Carlos to pick them up. Talk to you later. "

Bradley:

Fuck, maybe the men’s room thing WAS childish. I really wouldn’t have done anything with that sissy-boy.  I was just fucking with him and that was unfair to him. The guy, was just being himself looking for a big dick to suck.

On the way to pick up Marty and Bobby, I stop at a flower shop and then pick up the boys.  Carmen has them nicely dressed and they are anxious to get out of the house. They ask a lot questions about the TV station. I tell them I will give them a tour of the place and they can meet the guys I work with and also meet daddy Matt’s newsroom crew.  We are soon at the TV station.

The guard who comes to the car, sees the boys in the back seat and says, “Wow, you brought the boys.  So damned cute.” He waves me in. After we’re inside the station, both guards come over to see the boys.  Marty and Bobby are enjoying all of this positive attention, it’s all new to them.

I take them to Matt’s office first.  They rush him and hug him together. I hand Matt the flowers. He looks at them and then at me. “You didn’t need to buy me flowers.”

“Oh, these are congratulations for being number one. From the boys and me.”

He smiles and takes the flowers. “Thanks,” he said.

“Matthew, I’m gonna take the boys to meet the working guys and then give them a tour.  OK?”

“Sounds like a good idea to keep them busy.  You can drop them back here if you have something to do.”

“Matthew....”

“Sorry, I didn’t mean anything by that, really. I just want you to know that they can wait here until 6:00 if need be.”

“Where do you want us during the news?  It will be nice for them to see you in the studio, not just on a monitor.  But they are too worked up and loud to be in the studio with you.”

“There’s a viewing room with a big glass window on the other side of the control room. Open that door just before you get to the control room and walk down the hallway and just before the end of the hallway, there’s a door on the right that opens into the viewing room.  This is where they take VIP’s and ad executives who want to watch what’s going on in the studio.”

“Sounds perfect. Thanks.”

I walk hand-in-hand with the boys to my office, Remote Broadcast Services.  The crew is busy reading manuals, discussing tactics, creating backup when the satellite link can’t be made. Everyone is taking notes. The guys are right now brainstorming for a week and then putting together a manual with all of their discoveries for future reference.  They tell me they will test and repeat the mechanical and electronic solutions they thought up before including them.  No theoretical solutions, only proven-through-testing ones.

Each of the guys give Marty and Bobby hugs and some kiss each kid on the top of the head. My young ones are very impressed with these smart guys working so hard.

We go to the viewing room; the boys look through the window out onto the studio.  Marty speaks up, “Can we go out there?” Bobby adds, “Yeah.”

Every office we pass brings one or more people out to meet the two cute guys with me.

We stop at a hallway vending machine.  I give each boy some change to buy a drink or whatever else they want.  They reach hands out to me with the leftover pocket change, “Put it away and save it for another day, guys,” I tell them. They get big eyes as they open their little hands and observe their newfound wealth. My eyes get misty as I watch them and realize the days that they have been with Matthew and me mark the first time in their young lives that anyone has been really kind to them.

At 5:30 we run into Matthew as he’s going to the studio to rehearse before he goes live at 6:00.  He squats, hugs and kisses them before he moves on.

Matthew:

I sit in the studio waiting for time to go live, thinking about being number one last night and hoping we can hold onto that rating, so we can move onto to fixing other problems with this place.

The floor director yells, “Five minutes, Mr. Walker.”

I stand and pull my coattails down and sit on them to keep the jacket tight on my shoulders so it looks like I have a finely-tailored jacket.

“Stand by,” yells the floor director.

He counts down from ‘five.’

Live video from the Israel-Hamas war fills the large LED video wall.

“The death toll in the Israel-Hamas conflict continues to rise, with no end in sight for this bloody confrontation. The other war, the one in Ukraine, chalks up losses on both sides.  This one, too, not showing a promise of an end to the death and destruction.  In Texas, the conflict between the state and Washington over the floating river border separating Texas from Mexico adds a third stand-off to the day’s news. Those stories and more coming up.”

The news opening rolls.

VOICE: “This is channel 13 Live Action News at 6:00 with Matt Walker.”

“Good evening, Dallas-Fort Worth. In the raging war between Israel and Hamas, the Palestine president calls for an immediate ceasefire. And, following a meeting with Abbas, US Secretary of State Blinken says the Palestine Authority offers to take over responsibility for Gaza as part of a comprehensive political solution. Correspondent David Edelman has more from Tel Aviv. David.”

“Matt, there seems to be a little activity aimed at putting an end to or at least a slowing of the war between Israel and Hamas.......”

The news continues with a live satellite feed from another contract correspondent, this one in Ukraine.

“Channel 13 journalists Sebastian Garcia and Jason Dubard are live at the Mexico border tonight with a direct satellite report providing a live view of the border floating in the river separating the US and Mexico and they have the latest developments in the state and federal conflict over that floating border.”

The news eventually comes to a close. “We’ve reported some of the events and situations making news around the world today. Further details of these and other stories are available on the KDLS Web site.  As always, thank you for being here.  Good night, Dallas-Fort Worth.”

The animated closing jingle plays on the Video Wall and ends with the wish for a good evening to all.

The floor director issues a “CLEAR” and we are out. I walk out of the studio and my three men are rushing out the hallway door to meet me.

“Do they have anything to eat tonight?” Bobby asks.

“Yes, they do, Bobby.  We are going up there right now to eat and drink.”

We step out of the elevator into a noisy crowd. Someone yells loudly about not getting a drink.

“Everyone, we will start the party once Mr. Tom gets here.  No one needs to get a head start on the alcohol. Just be a little patient,” I tell the crowd.

About fifteen minutes later the big boss walks into the room and everyone applauds.  He steps onto a platform built to get him a little above the crowd.  He speaks: “I won’t stay long, folks.  I just wanted to be here to thank you all for whatever part you played in making out prime-time news show number one.

“While I agree that Matthew is the driving force behind our success, all of you also play a part, large or small.  I thank you all. 

“Now everyone, get a glass and let us join together in toasting US for being the best, while everyone else is just the rest.  We’re number one and next week we will make it official.  On Tuesday, look for large billboards all over town announcing our number one position

“We are planning more changes to give us the respect we deserve for producing a better TV product for our area.”  He lifts his glass and makes a toast.

Bradley and I guide the boys to the buffet and let them pick out some snacks. We rarely drink in a crowd celebrating or visiting.  We’ll have our celebration in the privacy of our home after the kids are in bed and we don’t have to go out again for the evening.

We are soon ready to go and I ask Bradley to grab a case of champagne to take to the newsroom for those still working who can’t join the celebration on the third floor.

We stop in the newsroom and I remind everyone that the champagne is for after work, not during work.  Take a bottle home with you but leave some for the later crew.  We thank the crew and head home with our two boys who are showing signs of wear and tear from the excitement and celebration.

At home, Bradley and I put the boys to bed and return to the living room for the rest of the evening.

We have decided not to have Carmen staying overnight when we go out.  We will hire a babysitter for those times.  The spare bedroom will be kept for guests.  And as the boys get older, they may want separate bedrooms.

“Matthew, can you spare a few minutes tomorrow to come to my office and take a look at what my crew is doing? 

“They have come up with things I haven’t thought about.  They have good ideas about intelligent things to do for our department. Can you give us at least 15 minutes from your busy schedule? Please?

“The guys are often here working after we leave to go home. They are paid to just be ready to fly a drone for news when needed. However, they collectively have decided to do so much extra.”

“I’ll pay them a visit tomorrow. Now let’s have a little of Mr. Tom’s expensive champagne to celebrate becoming number one.”

Bradley gets up and opens a bottle.

“This bottle still feels fairly cold.”

We drink the champagne with a bit of cuddling, a bit of making out and arousal.

Bradley stands and says, “Let’s take a shower and go to bed.  I’m pretty beat.”

As we walked past the boys’ bedroom door, it closes quietly. Was Marty eavesdropping on us, I wonder?  I guess he’s trying to gauge what’s going on?

In the shower I tell Bradley that I think Marty was listening to us. Bradley says he can imagine Marty is trying to understand how things are going so they don’t get surprised by us. I think he wants to be ready to bail if something goes wrong.

I face Bradley, running my fingers through his hair. We look into each other’s eyes. With no words spoken, we tell each other silently how much we miss all of the free time we used to have together. We both wonder how our life together will change as our boys get settled in here. 

I slowly wrap my hand around his cock and stroke.

“Is this, OK?”

He nods.

His eyes get misty.  I don’t know what to do.

Suddenly, Bradley grabs me and crushes his mouth against mine. “I love you, Bradley.”

At that moment, someone knocks, the bathroom door opens and Marty comes in and without looking at us says, “I have to take a leak.”

When he finishes, as he walks to the door, he says, “Sorry.” He is not cheerful like he usually is.

I chew on Bradley’s nipples and stroke him.  I grab his balls in one hand and stroke with the other, pulling him to the edge. He finally comes on my stomach and cock.

“I needed that, Babe.”

He is usually more concerned about me getting off, too.

In bed, Bradley reaches over and pulls me against him, wraps his arms around me and we go to sleep in that position.

I awaken slowly from a night of strange dreams with Bradley sucking my dick.  He pauses and comes up to kiss me.

“Last night I didn’t do much for you because I wouldn’t have done it well. I was tired and also preoccupied with my concern about Marty and what’s going on in his head.”

I come hard and feel satisfied and drained of energy.  However, Bradley needs to get off to relieve his tension so I go down on him and suck him dry. I get him close to coming twice more but each rise has a hard fall and we give up.

As we lie, taking our time on a lazy Saturday morning, there’s a knock on the bedroom door.  Bradley yells, “Come in.”

The door opens and little Bobby says, “I’m hungry.”

Before I can react, Bradley jumps out of bed and announces his need to ‘take a leak.’ He stops and leans down, whispering something in Bobby’s ear. The young one looks up at Bradley for confirmation to which Bradley nods.

Bobby comes running toward the bed as fast as he can and catapults his small body onto the bed, giggling at the top of his voice.  I grab him and tickle until he’s begging me to stop.

Marty appears in the doorway watching with his mouth hanging open when Bradley sneaks up behind him, picks him up and throws him onto the bed.  In a flash, Bradley is on top of him, tickling and rubbing his face in the boy’s belly.

This goes on with the four of us until the boys beg us for mercy. We just lie there touching and kissing. The boys look so happy and satisfied as they lie there between Bradley and me.

As we’re having an early breakfast, the four of us chat about this afternoon’s cookout. Suddenly my phone rings and I rush to the bedroom to get it.  Carmen says she will be here this afternoon to help with the cookout.

When I return to the kitchen breakfast bar, I interrupt a conversation between Bradley and Marty.  Dead silence. I look at Bradley, he nods and says, “The boys were just telling me how much fun it was in our bed this morning.”

“I saw that so often on TV but I thought that was just for the show. I didn’t know that that actually happens in real life,” Marty comments.

“Marty, I get the feeling that you are concerned that something is wrong between daddy Bradley and me.  So, before you and Bobby get a wrong impression, we’d like you to tell us what’s on your mind.”

Marty puts his spoon down, thinks for a short time before he speaks. “Bobby and I are afraid that we will be taken by the foster parents and if that happens, we’ll have to run away and live on the streets again.”

Bradley looks at me and speaks. “Guys, we sometimes bring work problems home to discuss and we know we shouldn’t and when we discuss those problems, we usually raise our voices and that makes you think something is wrong. We want you to know that we will always be honest with you. Daddy Matthew and I are so much in love with each other, that I cannot think of any situation that would make us split up.  We talked a long time ago about possible situations and decided on solutions then about how to take care of those problems. So, believe that we are solidly together forever and we want you to be our golden boys forever. 

“Now, today is a normal Saturday for us and for you, too. No worries, no worries.  Be happy.  And we will have fun at the cookout this afternoon.

“And remember, you both are welcome in our bedroom in the morning, to wake up together and if you have a bad dream or get scared when it storms.  Come to us, and consider morning is play time like today. Other times, we need to sleep so we have to keep it quiet then.  Deal?”

Both Marty and Bobby in unison, Deal!”

Marty had something to add: “If we want to play in your bed in the morning times, we will always knock before coming in.  If you are busy, just tell us to give you a few minutes to take care of your private things and then come and get us when you’re finished. Deal?”

Bradley and me, in unison: ”Deal!”

The boys are smiling again.  Marty says, “Thanks to you guys for explaining to us what’s going on and letting us know there’s nothing to worry about. We both love you guys so much; it would be horrible if we had to leave you.”

The doorbell rings and Bobby runs to let Carmen in. Both boys hug her and Bobby looks to see if she brought anything for them.

 Carmen smiles and says, “Maybe I can help you somehow today.”

“Thank you so much, Carmen. My friend Nick, with the Greek restaurant is catering the food, so we won’t have a lot to do. We might need some help with taking care of the boys though.”

Guests begin arriving after 1:30. They park outside the complex, check in with the security guards who verify that their names on our today guest list. The walk from the entrance to our house takes a couple of minutes.  We are the last house in the back of the property and a bit removed from the rest of the buildings. 

The off-duty newsroom crew and Bradley’s flyboys arrive in a stream of bodies and others, such as Maria, out lesbian friend and her partner, Charley the bartender from the old neighborhood, Sam and Dave, the lawyers, Nick, the caterer of this party.  Mr. Tom was the last to arrive. 

Two guitars, a mandolin and a piano keyboard resting behind a roped-off area of the patio catch the eyes of arrivals as they anticipate live entertainment.

Carmen has set up a beautiful buffet to accept the delicious food Nick and his helpers are carrying in.  We are serving beer and wine plus soft drinks and iced tea. There’s a huge pile of Texas BBQ, potato salad, chips, breads and buns. So much food for so many people. The news crew, for some, is meeting Bradley’s complete support crew for the first time and it looks very good, the way they are getting along and getting to know one-another.

We are nearly an hour into this happy event, when Bradley finds Sebastian and they take places behind the roped-off area to begin the afternoon’s musical entertainment.

Guitars and mandolin are tuned and the keyboard is checked out. A minute or so of quiet as the two performers get their heads right.  Then, the soft sounds of music and the song ‘Seabird’ begins.

‘Seabird’ - Alessi Brothers version

Bradley and Basti sounded so good together.  The applause reflects total enjoyment.

After a slight pause, they start up again.

‘Steal Away’ – Robbie Depree version

Bradley looks at our crowd of guests and says, “I don’t know how many of you speak or even understand the Italian language, but there is at least one person here who has Italian heritage and his parents raised him to embrace his heritage.  He will understand the lyrics.

‘Al Di La’ – Emilio Pericoli version

“That song, ‘Al di La’ has become a sort of love song when sung in English but the Italian lyrics refer to a place or state beyond one's current reality, often associated with longing or desire for something more. It encourages listeners to look beyond their immediate circumstances and strive for something greater, even if it seems impossible at first.

“Now for something a little different.  This song is called, ‘Yore Man’ in Texas speak or ‘Your Man’ for non-Texans.  The crowd laughs, appreciating the humor.                        

‘Your Man’ – Josh Turner version

Bradley and Basti stand and thank the crowd for listening to them sing.

As the guests return to their conversations, food and drink, Marty rushes over to Bradley who bend down to hear him speak. Marty is telling Bradley something and they both took quick glances at me as though they were conspiring to do something they thought I would not approve of.  They both stand in place and stare at me. While Marty hides behind the crowd, Bradley walks over to me with a look of uncertainty on his face.

“Marty wants me to take him to the community pool to swim.  He’s overwhelmed by the size of the crowd and the noise.  He’s just trying to get away.  I have done my share of taking care of our guests for right now. How about it.”

“Sure. Yeah, take him to the pool.  The kids come first in situations like this where they feel uncomfortable.  This is all new to them.  Does Bobby want to go to?”

“Bobby wasn’t mentioned so maybe I should just take Marty and not disturb whatever the two have decided on. Thanks Babe.” Bradley gives me a quick hug and a quick kiss on the lips.

Bradley grabs Marty and they go inside to get trunks and towels, leaving through the front door to avoid guests seeing them.  This will prevent guests from feeling like we have things to do and they are in the way.

I’m keeping an eye on Mr. Tom.  He is mingling with the guests quite well, but he keeps returning to Nick wherever Nick has migrated to. Probably talking about the catering business.

After a couple of hours, I hear Marty in the distance yelling, “Daddy Matt, Daddy Matt.  He sounds hysterical and I am quickly becoming that way.  The guests get really quiet and then Marty bursts onto the patio.

“Daddy Matt, I can swim.  I can swim.  Daddy Brad showed me how to swim.” He grabs me and hugs me around my waist.  He realizes he is soaking wet, pulls back, looks at my body and then tilts his head to look at me.

"So, you can really swim, now?”  I ignore the wetness about me.

“Yeah, it’s amazing.”  He grabs Bradley’s hand and yells, “Let’s go. Come on.” As he tries to drag Bradley back to the swimming pool, little Bobby appears and whines, “I wanna swim, too.”  He’s nearly crying.

Bradley looks at me and I nod.  We are in agreement.  Bradley grabs Bobby and throws him over his shoulder. “We’re gonna throw you in the pool, boy.” Bobby giggles loudly as the three disappear at warp speed.

The crowd applauds lightly with a little added laughter at the unexpected entertainment.

Mr. Tom walks up to me. “Matthew, you guys are making great parents as I knew you would. Those two boys don’t know how lucky they are that Sebastian found them and you and Bradley fought to take them in. We’ll fight together over the upcoming adoption process. I know the judge who will hold court for the final adoption process.  He will be a pain in the ass.  I warn you that he will create a scandal the press will eat up and spit back out. But, don’t get discouraged.  If the judge gets out of control, we will sue him and the state of Texas. I have the money to win the case.  You have the best lawyers in the state.  We are on the winning side.  Remember that. I am with you two dads and those two boys who need a good home with loving parents.  They have it and now we’re gonna make sure they keep it.”

“Mr. Tom, thank you so much for your support.  We are lucky to have you on our side.”

“Matthew, I need to go and look after a few things. I want to see Bradley before I leave.  Is it OK if I stop by later this evening to talk to you guys? I won’t stay too long.”

“Mr. Tom, you can drop in any time and stay for as long as you like.  You’re always welcome here.”

“Thanks.  I have to find Nick and say goodbye to him.”

I watch as he finds Nick, they talk for a few minutes and as Mr. Tom walks away, he yells a ‘Goodnight’ to the other guests.

The guests leave slowly.  Bradley returns with the two new swimming champions and the two boys are exhausted.  They wander off to their room and close the door.

“Bradley, you actually wore them down. I know they will feel better when they wake, having expelled all of that energy they have.”

“Babe, I’m not sure who got worn down more, them or me.  But we had a really nice time. I enjoyed that more than most anything I’ve done for a while. I mean, it was something new for me, almost like being a kid again.  It reminded me of my childhood which was far removed from Marty and Bobby’s existence prior to arriving here to live. I hope we have the patience in the coming years to make their lives happier.”

He grabs me and hugs me tightly, then grabs my hand and leads me to the couch. We talk a little about the party and how people got to meet those they work with but rarely even see at work. Bradley recounted his experience with the boys at the pool.  It sounded like a lot of fun.

Carmen left after most of the guests had departed.  She quickly cleaned up and wouldn’t let me help her.  The boys are napping. Bradley and I got up from the couch without saying a word and walk hand-in-hand to the bedroom.

He whispered as though someone might hear him when he said, “We should talk advantage of this quiet time in the house.”

I teased, “What did you have in mind, Sir?”

“You say ‘Sir’ to me again and you’ll get a lot more than you have bargained for.”

“Promises, promises.”

To be continued......