Date: Sat, 12 Aug 2006 06:21:10 -0700 (PDT)
From: adm2780 <adm2780@yahoo.com>
Subject: Brad's Idol  Chapter One

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Chapter One: Brad's Idol



	This is the story of my dad's best friend, Ray, and me, Brad; I'm
twenty-seven now.  Ray, or 'Uncle Ray' as I called him, was not only my
dad's best friend; he was my very best and only best friend growing up.  Of
course, he really wasn't my uncle, he wasn't even a member of the family by
either blood or marriage, but in spirit he was my closest family.  Uncle
Ray understood me, he was the one person who really made me feel loved and
I would do anything for him; this is true even to this day.

	Dad and Ray went to university together.  My parents had just been
divorced when Dad and I moved in with my grandparents -- my mother's
parents.  This should tell you who got most of the blame for the divorce.
Actually, for a long time I thought I was the blame.  I was born with a
vision problem that could have been corrected with surgery right after I
was born, but Mom wouldn't allow it.  As time went on the problem became
progressively worse and my parents argued constantly over medical treatment
and other things.  I remember one day Dad came home, he scooped me up in
his arms and headed for the door.  Mom tried to stop him but he wasn't
about to let her.  I can only vaguely remember the bright lights.

	I was in a hospital.  When the bandages were removed so I could see
I saw Dad, a lot of strangers, and they had me in a baby's bed -- I was too
big for a baby's bed.  One other thing, I could see right.  They did give
me some glasses that I wore for a while.  When we got home, mom wasn't
there.  She didn't come to see me in the hospital either.  It was almost a
year before I saw her again.  Strange, but I don't remember missing her.

	My grandparent lived about twenty miles from university.  Every day
Dad rode his bicycle to classes.  We head a car, a convertible, but Dad
said he could only budget two dollars a week for gas.  That may not sound
like much, but back then gas only like thirty cents a gallon (really!).  I
was too young for school so I stayed home with my grandparents and played.
Sometimes, in warm weather, which is most of the year in Florida, they'd
put out a sprinkler for me to play in.  I liked it because they would let
me run naked and I would stay like that as much as I could.  When Dad got
home though, he would almost always make me put on at least a pair of
shorts.  If I objected he told me to put 'em on or I couldn't play in the
water any more.  If I objected too much he smacked me on the bottom; and he
could smack hard.

	I can also remember at my grandparents' place Grandpa and Dad made
a drink they called home brew.  They had a little still.  I snuck a taste
of the stuff one time and it wasn't good.  Looked like muddy water.  That's
also the first time I saw Uncle Ray.  When we first met he called me
'little man' or 'little guy' and he'd almost always muss my hair.  I don't
how to explain it, but from the very beginning I knew this man wouldn't
hurt or threaten me and I liked him.  He was real easy going, like my
grandpa.  I felt safe around both of them.

	After Christmas that year Dad and I moved to campus housing.  It
was old and small, but I didn't care.  There were only two bedrooms and you
had to walk through mine to get to Dad's.  The bathroom also opened off
mine.  Sometimes company would come in and turn on the light without
closing the door, and wake me.  I remember being able to see Dad as he got
out of the shower.  Dad had a hairy body, but the hair felt soft and fuzzy.
Sometimes after a shower he'd walk around the house naked for a little
while.  I tried this too, and he let me get away with it for a few minutes
each night.  Then we'd both put on those white briefs.  I'd rather not have
them, but you didn't argue with my dad.  The biggest advantage to living at
university is now I had friends to lay with me.

Dad was a muscular man who didn't take anything off anybody.  He was also a
strict disciplinarian.  If I was bad he would put the belt to my bare ass
and then brag to people what I good job he did on me.  His 'good job' left
me crying my eyes out after begging him to stop, and in the long run I
realized that rather than respect Dad, I feared him.  I didn't want to
cross him and get hurt again.  The only person to ever stand up to him and
tell him how wrong he was to beat me was Uncle Ray.  Uncle Ray told me many
times that Dad didn't mean to hurt me so much; he was treated that way as a
boy, so he thought that's what you were supposed to do.  Another thing
about Dad, I know he loved me, but he would never hold me and let me curl
up in his lap and, with no mother around, I missed being held.

One day Dad said he had to take a final exam, but the usual baby sitter
wasn't there so would I mind staying with Uncle Ray?  I had only met him
once up until now but I remembered him and said yes.  Dad took me to his
apartment -- it had a pool.  Dad was supposed to be gone for two or three
hours, so since Dad didn't bring any toys for me Uncle Ray took me to Pic'N
Save and bought me a rifle that shot plastic pellets.  I remember pulling
some pellets off the plastic stick and loading the gun.  I didn't do very
well shooting at the target.

Uncle Ray taught me how to aim the rifle and hit the target.  I remember
lying on the floor with him next to me.  He reached his right arm over me
and showed me how to cradle the butt of the gun in my shoulder.  I remember
how he smelled and how warm he felt.  I don't know why but I loved it.
Nobody had ever bought me a present like this and he was spending time with
me, showing me how to shoot at the target.

Dad was late and it was getting close to suppertime.  Uncle Ray asked me if
I was hungry, I was but wouldn't admit it.  Dad had told me not to be any
trouble.  After a while the phone rang, Dad finished his test and went out
for a beer with some buddies.  He asked Uncle Ray if he minded watching me
a little longer.  I was glad when Uncle Ray said okay.  When he hung up he
told me Dad would be a little late, would I like to get a hamburger.  I
couldn't remember the last time we went out for a hamburger, Dad said our
budget was too tight.  I got a hamburger, fries and a shake.  It was too
much and I couldn't eat it all.  I thought that I was in trouble because
dad said I had to eat everything I ordered, even if it made me sick, or get
a whippin'.  Knowing how he used the belt there was more than one time I
went to the bathroom and used my finger in the throat trick to make room
for more food.  Uncle Ray said don't worry about it.

When it got dark and Dad still hadn't shown I was getting tired.  Uncle Ray
said I needed to get a bath and be ready when my dad got there.  I hadn't
had a bath away from home, in fact I couldn't remember the last time I had
a bath, we had a shower.  When Uncle Ray said he'd put soap in there to
make bubbles, I jumped at the chance.

The water got cold while I was in there so I got out and dried off.  Uncle
Ray asked me who taught me to use a towel, or had I even tried using one.
He got another towel and dried me off.  We were sitting on the sofa
watching television and when he finished drying me I didn't move.  I wasn't
going to unless he made me.  We sat there a long time.  I liked being naked
in his lap.  He scratched my butt and it felt good.  He had an arm around
my shoulders.  Then the phone rang -- Dad was on the way.  I got dressed
and waited.  It was almost three years before I could enjoy that feeling
again.


End Ch One

To Be Continued - Comments welcome; please contact me, Dwight Wilson, at
adm2780@yahoo.com