A Good Time Was Had by All
I wake Bradley with my worshipping of his big dick. He doesn’t last long before blasting a big load down my throat. We both love this morning wakeup routine. Then a quick shower and we enter the kitchen-dining area where the aroma of bacon, eggs, sausage, freshly toasted bread and the powerful waking up smell of freshly-brewed coffee. Carmen has outdone herself this morning doing the breakfast routine which she does out of love for us, since cooking is not part of her housekeeping duties. She often has dinner prepared for us so we don’t have to deal with cooking after a busy day at work. Marty and Bobby are overwhelmed as they talk a mile a minute about today’s cookout for the crew of the new channel 13 morning show after the first week of the new production.
After eating, we go out onto the patio to see what needs to be done. Our friend and caterer, Nick, has again done an outstanding job of setting up things early to allow time for his usual perfection. Carmen has done a lot of work also to make the buffet setup perfect.
Guests start arriving about 2:30 and within an hour, the entire crew is mingling, chatting and having a great time as we had hoped. Bradley and I thank everyone for their highly professional work on the morning show and tell them how much we enjoy having them here with us today.
Bradley sang a couple of country music songs which everyone seems to enjoy. The food was completely gone in record time. Some of these people are probably having their first real meal in a long time. Single people tend to not spent much time in the kitchen. They deserve all of this and more for their dedication to their jobs at channel 13. This gathering is accomplishing what we intend; there’s a lot of shop talk here that they have no time for when at work. Mission accomplished.
Back at work on Monday, the crew seemed to be much closer to each other and sailing through their work together like clockwork. This is the start of week number two. Advertising on the morning show has been so successful that we have sold out nearly all of the spots at the limit we have established for each hour. Things are looking good for channel 13’s future.
Ten Years Later:
Bradley and I are jolted awake by the sound of a phone ringing. Who the fuck can be calling before 5:00 AM? I answer with a sleepy ‘hello.’ When I hear Carlos’ voice on the phone, I know something is wrong. After a long silence, Carlos says, “Matt, I have sad news. Mr. Tom passed away in his sleep last night.”
I couldn’t speak for a minute. “Carlos, tell me this is just a bad dream.”
“No, Matt, he was staying with Nick, something he has been doing for at least a year. Nick couldn’t wake him this morning and then called an ambulance. Mr. Tom was pronounced dead by an emergency doctor. That’s all I know from what Nick told me on the phone.”
After hanging up the phone, I told Bradley what had happened. “Fuck,” Bradley said in a loud whisper. We just stared at each other.
I realize that Bradley and I are going to be deeply involved in this situation, since both of us have, over the past ten years, have always had less and less to do with the TV operation and have been more focused in managing all of Mr. Tom’s businesses. Neither of us have ever discussed this inevitable development.
We take a no-nonsense shower and hurry to the office. So many people from Mr. Tom’s various holdings have arrived to find out more about what’s going on and asking about the future. We didn’t have much to tell them this early into the situation.
Corporate lawyers, and husband’s, Sam and Dave tell us they had received a call from Robert Emmerich, Mr. Tom’s estate attorney, who say everyone needed in attendance for the reading of Mr. Tom’s last will and testament will receive a registered letter with details.
The funeral is a sad event but attended by at least a hundred friends and business associates. Mr. Tom’s wife passed years ago and there are no heirs. This complicates things a lot and we won’t know any more until the reading of his will.
Work continues as though Mr. Tom is still with us but the dreaded day for the reading of the will eventually arrives. We gather in a very large conference room at the Emmerich law firm’s offices.
Mr. Emmerich will sit at the huge desk with Sam and Dave sitting at a smaller desk to the left of Emmerich while Bradley and I are seated at a desk to his right. The attorney explains that Mr. Tom has hired him for settling the estate because he didn’t want a lot of gossip surrounding Sam and Dave if they would handle the estate. Emmerich has nothing to do with the business end of Mr. Tom’s holdings. Fair enough.
First, Emmerich said that those receiving a cash gift will receive a letter while here today telling them how to take care of their inheritance. He explains that the deceased has already gifted his cabin and land in the Texas Hill Country to my husband. The winery is to go to yours truly. Carlos will inherit responsibility for Mr. Tom’s five classic automobiles, making his first choice, while Marty and Bobby may choose one car each to be maintained by Carlos until the boys have legal drivers’ licenses and the remaining vehicles will go to Carlos. The beer brewery will go to Bradley. The soft drink distribution company will continue to function under the management of Bradley and me as it is now. Nick will inherit Mr. Tom’s interest in the catering service they shared ownership of. Then the thing Mr. Tom cherished the most since it has been so successful, the future of the TV station is to be settled. Jason, Sebastian and Molly will each share 33% ownership. The remaining one percent will be jointly owned by Bradley and me. Any major changes to the TV operation must be approved by two of the three owners with the final decision made by Bradley and me using our one percent to agree or disagree. Bradley and I will inherit all of Mr. Tom’s personal cash assets.
After the estate is settled, attorney Emmerich explained to all of those in the room that Mr. Tom had written into his will the fact that Bradley and I have been his most-trusted associates, thus the details of his wishes lean heavily toward us. Emmerich said the will has been locked away safely since it was written and has been seen only by himself and one witness to the signing. No one else has been aware of the will’s existence.
There’s a lot of handshaking before we slowly leave the conference room. Bradley and I are a bit surprised at how well Marty and Bobby are dealing with the situation. But, the moment we walk though the door at home, they both burst out in tears with the crying sounds of agony, disappointment, loss and the expression of their sadness over the lost of their ‘grandpa.’ We hug the kids for at least an hour before they quiet down. Then, Marty says, “Fuck.” and quickly rushes into his room. Bobby echos, “Yeah. FUCK!” Still crying, he rushes after big brother, Marty.
Bradley and I look at each other with red, wet eyes. We are speechless. What does one tell young kids in a situation like this? After living on the streets of Dallas for a year when they were six and four years old, deserted at a local truck stop by their biological parents and then physically abused by foster parents, they had found love and safety with Bradley and me and their friend and housekeeper Carmen. Now, one of the most influential people in their young lives, ‘grandpa’ Tom, has been ripped away suddenly. The next weeks, months and years will be difficult for all of us.
Twenty Years Later:
Bradley and I have not done any real planning regarding what to do with all of this responsibility once we reach retirement age. But that time is upon us.
Marty is a university professor and married to a beautiful young woman. Bobby has taken a lot of courses and finally pieced together enough credits for an undergraduate degree. He is an AI engineer and making a butt-load of money. Both boys are doing well. They come home fairly often and ask us not to sell the house because this is the place where they first found safety and love. One day they walk through the door together and say that Marty and his wife have gotten divorced and that he and Bobby want to come home permanently. We have no problem with that. Carmen is still with us even though age has caught up with her.
After a few weeks, Bradley and I discuss the boys and agree they seem more like a couple than just brothers. One night after dinner, Marty asks if we have time to talk. He explains that he and Bobby are in a relationship of lovers and just want to live together and to be happy. I have heard about brother love before but not very much. They say that we have raised them to not be judgmental and ask that we do not judge them. Bradley and I assure them that their lives are their own to manage and we will not pass judgement on their decisions. As gay men, Bradley and I are aware of different type of relationships so this one is not totally new-
Over the next few days, the boys further discuss with us their situation. Marty says that he has never been interested before now in sex with other men but finds sex with another man more pleasurable and rewarding than with a woman. He says that he doesn’t think much about his sexuality, just does what he feels like at the moment and who better to have sex with than his own brother. They confess that as kids they both had crushes on Bradley but never acted on the interest because they didn’t want to create problems in the family. Bobby says as kids they had sex together but just thought it was kids experimenting that typically happens to most boys.
The TV station is not recognizable today compared with the operation that Bradley and I built with a lot of help from very talented people on the staff. The station produces several generic TV news programs subscribed to by various Texas TV stations and a few in other parts of the country. The news programs are created automatically using virtual anchors with scripts written by AI and reviewed and edited by a human editor/producer. The TV operation deals mostly with news and other information subjects these days. That’s where the money is.
Bradley and I finally decide to sell off some of Mr. Tom’s holdings with the soft drink distribution business at the top of the list. We will not sell the operation to a large corporation but keep it in Texas hands. Any profit from that sale will go to charitable organizations which Mr. Tom has supported. Bradley will keep the beer brewery and I will keep the winery out of respect for Mr. Tom. Both of those businesses pretty much run themselves. He took all of his companies very personally. We will keep our one percent ownership of the TV station to protect channel 13 from being sold by the three owners to a large broadcast group that will wreck it.
If our home gets too crowded with our two adult kids now living with us, Bradley and I can always move up to the cabin in the hill country. We refer to that dwelling as a cabin but it is really a three-bedroom home on a huge piece of land.
It takes a while to sell the soft drink distribution business but the long-time manager buys it after securing a big loan.
Bobby is helping Bradley putting together an AI-generated jingle producing company to create productions for various radio and TV operations around the world as well as advertising agencies. Marty is teaching at a Dallas university. We agree that the boys can have the guest cottage at the hill country home but the main house remains the domain of Bradley and me. The guest house has a kitchen and all of the other nice things one can want or need.
Bradley and I eventually retire and start spending more and more time at the house in the hill country. We swim in the lake on the property and run around naked a lot. We have sex in the woods, in a boat on the lake and other creative locales. We keep busy but in reality, find it stressful not having work and deadlines. We install a projector hanging from the ceiling and a huge viewing screen that automatically rolls down and up with a spoken command to Alexa. We watch larger than life porn on the big screen while having sex in front of the fireplace. Satellite TV keeps us informed and entertained but sitting outside on a warm Texas night, sipping margaritas on the patio is a favorite past-time.
How did we get to this point in life so quickly? It seems like just yesterday that Bradley and I, along with Molly and Sebastian, arrived at the channel 13 newsroom. Looking back, we have accomplished so much in our time there. One of the most important things to happen to us in our dream job is the gaining of Mr. Tom’s trust. With real trust comes true happiness and unfortunately so few people are able to achieve that. Realizing our time now belongs to us, we book two weeks in Kenya staying in a renovated British officers’ complex left over from the time when Kenya was occupied as part of the British empire. During daytime we relax under palm trees a few feet from the beach where Bradley and I run very early in the morning before the sun heated everything that the sun’s rays touched. There is something exotic about a morning run along the Indian Ocean beach. At the equator getting seriously sunburned is something to avoid because it can be more painful than one can imagine so activities in the sun come early in the day.
Maybe we will book a couple of weeks for a return trip to Grand Cayman. We were there a long time ago and it will be interesting to see how things have changed over the years.
We have spent so much time working, it’s now strange to not have a deadline of something looming over us.
Bradley and I talk about what the future holds for us and conclude that without actually planning anything, this is the future we have built for ourselves, and it’s not all that bad.
The End
