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Subject: When You Least Expect Chapter 39 Copyright 2020-2021: No part of this story may be reproduced in any way without the express written consent of the author. The author fty permission to post the story on their website. DISCLAIMER: This story is a work of fiction and fantasy. No part of it is based on true events, and any similarity to any person, living or dead, is coincidental. It contains descriptions of homosexual activities between consenting adults. If you are not over 18 years of age, or if you find this type of story offensive, or viewing this material is illegal where you are, then please DO NOT READ IT! If you choose to read it, then – I hope you enjoy it! Nifty needs donations to continue doing what we all enjoy. If you can, please consider donating. When You Least Expect By Josh Blake Chapter 39 The last night we were in Chattanooga was a night of fitful sleep for me. Braden and I made love before we fell asleep, and I went to sleep feeling more at peace and satisfied with my relationship with my husband, our situation as a family, and my career than I had felt in a long time. It seemed like everything had fallen into place. Jackson was doing well in school, Braden was enjoying being a teacher, and we were getting things in place with the bed and breakfast. We were planning a vacation soon, and on top of that, we would be parents to a new baby in just a few months! My sense of peace was interrupted by a dream that I couldn’t make sense of. In fact, it was a dream I had experienced several years prior. As a matter of fact, the only other time I had experienced this dream was two nights before Braden and I got married. We were in the backyard of a house I now recognized to be our home. It was the home we had purchased from David. “The burgers are almost done, Dad,” a boy I now thought to be about 17 or 18 said. Braden walked over and checked them. “Good job, son. You’re getting the hang of it,” Braden said. “The potato salad is done!” Mom called as she walked out the back door, setting the heaping bowl of pale yellow potato salad on the table. “Jack, come wash your hands,” Mom yelled. Jackson ran in from the yard where he had been playing. He looked older. At least 10, if I had to guess. “And Stella, you come in, too!” A little girl of about four or five years old with blonde hair so light that it was almost white ran in behind Jackson. “Okay, Meemaw Patti!” the little girl said. “Josh, come on, let’s eat,” Braden said, walking over and giving me a quick peck on the lips. Just as in my dream a few years ago, he had aged and looked to be around 30. A few wisps of dark hair peaked out from under his polo shirt. I jolted awake and looked at the clock. It was 1:33 a.m. My blood ran cold as I remembered the last time I had this dream. I woke up at the same time. That dream had proven to be somewhat prophetic as it is what triggered me to invite my mom back into my life and started a chain of events that lead to where we were today. I recalled the events of the vivid dream in my mind as I played it back. It was easy to explain Jackson’s appearance as he had aged. But the little girl had be perplexed. Was she our unborn child? And who was the older boy at the grill who called Braden `Dad’? My heartbeat quickened as I realized who it was. The boy at the grill was Asher. He was older, but his looks were unmistakable. I didn’t understand how or why, but I was sure it was Asher. “Josh, why are you awake?” Braden groaned as he sat up beside me in bed. “I…” I paused. “I had a weird dream and it woke me up. That’s all. Go back to sleep, babe.” “Tell me about it,” he said. “No, it’s silly. It’s nothing. Probably just something I ate.” “Josh, tell me.” “Okay. Do you remember the dream I had right before we got married? The one with my mom that woke me up and made me call her?” “Yeah, babe, I remember.” “I had it again. But it was a little different this time. Remember how the boy at the grill called you `Dad’ and you called him `son’? I just assumed it was Jackson. It’s not.” “Who was it?” Braden asked “It was Asher.” “Josh, that’s impossible. Why would Asher call me `Dad’?” “I don’t know, babe, but that’s how it went. There was also a little girl. Just like before. I think she’s mezitli escort our daughter.” “Lay back down,” Braden said. “Just try to go back to sleep and we can talk about it tomorrow.” “I love you,” I said as Braden spooned me and put his arms around me. “I love you, too,” Braden said. I didn’t bring my dream up again the next day, and neither did Braden. I did text Celia later that day to make sure everything was okay, and she said all was well with Asher and her. We left to drive home to get ready for the next week. The next week found us finally flying out for our vacation. With the limited amount of time we had, we decided to focus on England. Mom’s dream was to see Buckingham Palace and several other landmarks in London and the surrounding areas since she was infatuated with the British Monarchy. Our flight had us flying from Atlanta to New York’s LaGuardia Airport then on to London’s Heathrow Airport. A nearly 12-hour total flight counting layover time was not especially appealing with a five year old child, but it was necessary. Luckily, we had plenty of help. Of course my mom was with us, as were Mark and Bonnie and Austin and Lucas. “Daddy, Lukie says that if I go to the bathroom on the plane I might get sucked out!” Jackson exclaimed as we waited to board the plane in New York. It was his first time to fly other than the short flight from Atlanta to New York. That one wasn’t very long and didn’t give him time to think about such things. “Well, where do you think it goes, buddy?” Lucas said. “It has to go somewhere. You’re a little guy, so you might get sucked out when the hole opens up in the bottom of the plane.” “Luke, stop it,” Austin said, jabbing him in the side with his elbow. The red-haired Lucas just laughed. He had grown a beard, and I have to admit that he looked very dapper and handsome. Austin was a lucky guy. “Come sit with me, buddy,” Austin said, opening his arms for Jack to come sit in his lap. Jack ran over and leapt up into Austin’s arms. Austin held him much the same way he did when Jack was a baby. I realized that my boy was growing up. It wouldn’t be long before he was too big to sit in our laps, and that made me sad. “I love you, Uncle Austin,” Jack said. “Please don’t let me get sucked out of the bottom of the plane!” “You won’t get sucked out, baby. I promise,” Austin said, hugging Jack and giving Lucas a reproachful glare before cracking a smile. “I’m just kidding, Jack,” Lucas said. “You won’t get sucked out. Want to come give me a hug?” “Yeah. I love you too, Lukie!” Jack said, standing up in Austin’s lap and moving himself over to Lucas. Lucas really was like a brother to Jack. I suppose that after Austin and Lucas get married that would make him both Jack’s brother and his uncle. As I sat watching Austin and Lucas interact with Jackson, I realized that the two of them would make excellent parents. I also realized that Braden and I needed to have a conversation about who would take care of Jackson in the event that something happened to us. I couldn’t imagine anyone other than Austin and Lucas stepping in for us. However, that conversation would have to wait for another time. “Good afternoon, passengers. Flight 706 to London, England’s Heathrow Airport will now begin boarding. Passengers in group A may now line up to begin boarding. Please have your boarding pass ready.” In a short time we were boarded and seated on the plane. Luckily, we were all able to set in close proximity so we weren’t spread out all over the plane. Braden and I sat in a row of three seats with Jackson between us. Mom, Mark, and Bonnie were behind us, and Austin and Lucas were behind them. They were seated with a young man who appeared to be in his early twenties. The man was very attractive with dark brown hair and blue eyes. He was wearing a yellow polo shirt and blue shorts that showed off his hairy legs. I took notice of him, as did Braden. It appeared that Austin and Lucas were going to have an enjoyable flight. The flight was uneventful, and we landed in London within a half hour of the scheduled time. We all were going to be experiencing some pretty significant jet lag as we were six hours ahead of our normal time at home. We left the airport pozcu escort and took taxis to our hotel. As we collected our luggage, I noticed Austin and Lucas talking to the handsome man from the plane. They shook hands and looked to be exchanging contact information. I gave Braden a knowing look. He just shrugged his shoulders at me. I made a mental note to ask the two of them about their interaction with the handsome stranger later. We had decided to stay in Westminster to be close to many of the attractions we wanted to visit. While expensive, we decided to stay at Hotel 41, one of the premier hotels in the area. It took a little over half an hour to get from the airport to the hotel. We exited our taxis and were immediately met by hotel bellboys who gathered our luggage and swiftly loaded it on carts to take inside. We entered the hotel and were immediately enamored with the breathtakingly elegant woodwork, floors, and leather chairs adorning the lobby. “Well, I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything so fancy,” Mom said. “I’ve traveled a lot, but I have to agree with you,” Bonnie said. “Josh, are you sure we can afford all this?” “Yes, I’m sure. Now let’s go check in,” I said. “Good day, under what surname is your reservation?” asked a petite, blonde woman at the desk. Her nametag identified her as Margo. Margo checked us in and reviewed our room preferences. “Is there anything special I can acquire for you? Perhaps some additional pillows or down-alternative pillows?” she asked. “I think we will be fine with what is already in the rooms,” Braden said. “I do beg your pardon,” Margo said. “But I simply love your accents. I can tell you are from the States, but where exactly in the States?” “We are from Alabama,” Braden said, smiling. “I know we sound funny to most people.” “Rubbish. I find your voice to be delightful,” she said. “I like the way you talk, too,” Braden said, giving her a wink. “Are you having a laugh?” Margo said. “My voice is shrill and annoying; I just know it.” “No it’s not,” Braden said. “I enjoy listening to you talk.” Margo blushed and turned back to her computer to finish activating our room keys. “You’ll want to be sure to download our app,” Margo said. “If you misplace your room key you can use your cellular phone to unlock your room.” Just as Margo was handing us our room keys, another hotel employee dressed in a blue skirt and top came around the corner and introduced herself. “I’m Lolly, and I’m the Resident Manager here. I trust that Margo met your expectations and satisfied your needs. If you have just a moment I can review some of the local restaurants with you. I can also give you information for hiring a car or other services you might require during your stay.” “That would be great,” I said. “Mom, why don’t you take Jackson up to our room. Braden and I will get the information and then be up shortly.” “That sounds great,” Mom said. “Come on, Jack! Let’s go get settled in!” “I think we’ll head on upstairs, too,” Mark said. “I think your mom needs to lie down for a little bit.” Mark gave a sly smile as if to imply that we knew what he was talking about. “Jeez, Dad. No one needs to think about that,” Austin said. “Luke and I will take our room key, too.” “You think we like thinking about the two of you?” Bonnie said. By this time they were all almost to the elevator. “Please excuse my family,” Braden said to Lolly. “They all suffer from an inability to be embarrassed about anything.” Lolly laughed. “It’s quite alright. You Americans sure have a different sense of humor.” Lolly gave us a lot of good information about the area and where to eat. We headed upstairs to our room, where we found Mom and Jackson looking out the window. “Can you believe the view here?” Mom asked. “You can see Buckingham Palace!” “It is breathtaking,” I said, putting my arm around Braden and giving him a kiss on the lips. “Kiss me next, Daddy!” Jackson said. We all laughed and I gave Jackson a kiss on the cheek. Braden did the same thing. “We should all unpack and get settled in,” Braden said. He gave me a look that told me what he wanted. “Umm, Mom? Do you think you could take Jackson with you to your room for a little bit. Braden and I need to…” escort bayan Mom cut me off. “Say no more. You brought me on my dream vacation, the least I can do is let you have some alone time.” “What do you and Dad need to do alone, Daddy?” Jackson asked. “Umm, Daddy and I just need to talk about some things, buddy,” Braden said. “It won’t take long, I promise.” “Oh, are you going to pray together like you do at home?” “What do you mean, baby?” I asked. “I hear you and Dad sometimes saying your prayers at night. I know that’s what you’re doing because I hear you both yelling `Oh God!’ so I know you must be praying,” Jackson said. I had to stifle a laugh. Mom turned red in the face. Braden was having a hard time controlling his laughter as well. “Yeah, baby, we are going to pray,” I said. “Now go with Meemaw so we can pray.” “You two are terrible,” Mom said. “Be sure to lock this door from your side so this little guy doesn’t come in to join in your prayer time.” Mom took Jackson through the door into the adjoining room that she would be staying in. Braden walked over to the door and clicked the lock to stop anyone from walking through the door into our room. “I guess we need to be a little quieter,” I said. “Yeah, I guess so. I never thought he could hear us down the hall. At least he’s too young to have a clue what’s going on,” Braden said, sitting down on the bed beside me. “I really want to suck your dick,” I said. “Do you think you can keep it down if I do?” “Let’s find out,” Braden said, opening his pants and pushing his jeans and boxers to the floor. He kicked them off and then removed his socks, leaving himself naked from the waist down. I took Braden’s dick in my fist and stroked it up and down. His foreskin retracted as I stroked him, leaving his head exposed and shiny with precum. I couldn’t resist any longer and took the head of his cock in my mouth. I swirled my tongue around his head and flicked it over the tip of his dick. Braden moaned but did his best to do it quietly. Since we had been traveling and hadn’t had time to take a shower, Braden’s crotch was a little musty. I could smell his natural odor, but I wasn’t bothered by it. I loved the way my man smelled. I left his cock to workshop his balls with my tongue. Braden loved it when I licked his hairy balls, and my attention caused him to moan quietly. He placed his hand over his mouth to try to stifle his moans. Craving more, I put my hands under Braden’s legs and pushed. He knew what I wanted and pulled his legs back exposing his hairy crack and hole. As his cheeks spread open I was rewarded with more of Braden’s scent. My cock was hard and dripping in my pants as I licked up and down Braden’s ass, finally zeroing in on his puckered hole. I ate his ass for several minutes causing him to whimper and moan quietly. “Josh, I can’t take it anymore. Please fuck me.” I stood up and threw off my shirt and kicked off my pants and underwear. They landed somewhere across the room. “I have to find the lube,” I said, heading toward our bags. “Don’t bother,” Braden said. “Just stick it in me. You got me wet enough.” We had fucked before without lube, but it was sometimes painful for Braden. “Are you sure?” I asked. “Yes, Josh. Just put your cock in me!” Braden moaned in almost a whisper. I knew he was trying to keep the noise down. I placed my cock against Braden’s hole and pushed. His backdoor gave way and allowed my cock to enter. There was some resistance, but not too much. Braden inhaled sharply as my cock invaded his love canal, but he quickly relaxed and enjoyed the feeling of fullness that my cock provided him. His own cock was rock hard and dripping precum. After several minutes of fucking, Braden began to whimper in pleasure. He wasn’t being verbal because we didn’t want my mom and Jackson to hear us next door, but his whimpers told me he was getting very close to having a hands-free orgasm. We had accomplished this before, but it was still a great experience. Suddenly, Braden’s cock erupted sending shot after shot of cum onto his abs. This caused me to start shooting my load deep inside Braden. I came down from my orgasm and collapsed on top of Braden. I kissed him deeply and passionately. “I love you, babe.” I said. “I love you more. Now let’s go take a shower and get ready to go enjoy England!” The next chapter in this series will be published soon! Your feedback is always appreciated! Send it ail. Let me know if you want to be added to my mailing list to be informed when new chapters are published.

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