Date: Tue, 26 Sep 2006 16:15:35 -0700 (PDT)
From: adm2780 <adm2780@yahoo.com>
Subject: Brads Idol  Chapter Fourteen

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Chapter Fourteen: Brad's Idol


Wish I could say we became one big happy family, but we didn't.  We did
become one big 'figured out how to tolerate one another' family, though.
Laura and I reached a kind of unspoken 'leave me alone and I'll leave you
alone' agreement.  It was really easy, we just ignored one another.
However, since Larry and I had to share a room it was difficult to totally
ignore one another.

I imagine Larry didn't like sharing a room with me any more than I liked
having to share with him.  We both knew we didn't have any real choice in
the matter.  In the beginning it was a little awkward; I had become
accustomed to sleeping raw and liked it that way.  As a matter of fact, if
I knew Dad wasn't going to be home I would often come in, strip, take a
quick shower and not bother to dress until I heard the key in the door.
Now I wasn't shy, but I didn't need for Larry to be blabbing his mouth
about this to the whole household and at school.  It would be just like him
to do this and then laugh about it.

When Uncle Ray took me home after that 'special' weekend to keep Dad from
killing me, we did have a few talks before he left.  One thing I was
supposed to understand was that I needed to stay home for a little bit to
allow the household to settle down or settle in.  It seemed to me the
household had a much better chance of settling any way it wanted to without
me there. In fact, if I had my wishes I would be living with Uncle Ray, but
that was not to be.  Even though my usual trip to see Uncle Ray every two
weeks was now put on hold, no restrictions were placed on the telephone so
long as the calls were made collect.  We spoke about twice a week, there
was always something I wanted to gripe about and he always came up with an
answer to try and solve the problem.

The most common complaint I had was sharing a room with the wimp.  The
complaint contained the usual issues of how messy he was, I didn't like his
incessant whining, he acted like a sissy and there was no privacy; besides,
I didn't like him.  Uncle Ray suggested that this issue, and my lack of
showing any initiative to solve the problem, was contributing to the delays
in being able to make the trips to see him.  Fine, I'd do whatever it took
to overcome the problem and get to Uncle Ray.  The solution was to do
something nice toward him such as offer to share some posters to go on the
wall.  Then if he said no, no one could point to me and say I was causing
the problem; I tried to be nice.  Uncle Ray said he would be down for a
visit the next weekend and we could work on it then.

True to his word Uncle Ray showed up Friday night, and I was sitting there
waiting.  Kathy had told Larry he could sleep over with one of his friends
and Uncle Ray would take his bed, but Larry was still there when he
arrived.  When we sat on the sofa I managed to be next to him and half way
on top of him. He did bend over and ask if I had made the offer to Larry,
which I hadn't.  That look told me what I needed to do, so when Larry came
walking through I went to the room and made the offer, letting him know
Uncle Ray and I would be hanging things this weekend.

Kathy pulled out the rolled up posters for us to lay out.  There were a
couple of boxes of knick-knacks belonging to both Larry and me.  The
posters needed to lay flat for a few hours and Uncle Ray said we could get
some inexpensive shelves for some of the other stuff.  Larry didn't know
what he wanted, but did like the idea of the shelves.  Somehow it all got
hashed out and Uncle Ray figured out what we needed for shelves, the next
day we would go shopping.  After all these major decisions were made, Larry
took off to his friend's house.  This was the first time Larry and I had
worked through a situation without yelling at one another.

That night was spent mostly in the living room watching television.  Dad
was sprawled out on the floor, Uncle Ray sat on the sofa, and I lay on the
sofa with my head in his lap while he rubbed my back.  It had been a long
time since just the two of us was together and I wanted to play.  With my
head in his lap I could feel him under me and deliberately shifted my head
once in a while just to tease him.  I also had my right are tucked between
him and the back of the sofa; I saw no harm in sticking my hand under his
shirt and tickling him some.  I don't remember when I fell asleep, but do
remember waking up in my bed.  Someone had undressed me, leaving only my
underwear.  I could still hear the television going, but didn't get up.  I
got out of the tighty whities and decided to wait on Uncle Ray.  Of course,
I fell asleep again but did wake up again, this time I didn't hear the
television.  This time I got up and climbed under the covers finding my
usual spot with his arm as a pillow and throwing my leg over his.  I felt
him reach down and squeeze my butt.  "Scratch my butt."  He did, I was
happy and slipped back to sleep.

Saturday was the football game with a cookout afterwards.  I had taken a
nap in the afternoon after we got the shelves up; I didn't want to get too
tired that night.  When everyone finally went to bed I again climbed in bed
with Uncle Ray.  He reached down and squeezed my butt as usual and this
time I said "play time."  He said okay but I would have to be quite.

This is more like it should be.  He wet my nipples and began working them
in circles, first one way and then the other.  I squirmed and gasped for
breath, trying to keep quiet.  He did everything he knew that would make me
squeal.  With me laying almost on top of him he pushed me up and then
forward so he could give me raspberries on my belly and ran his tongue
around in my belly button.  Pushing me as high as he could I set my knees
on the bed for support and let him kiss and tongue away at my lower
abdomen.  I was so hard I'd probably rake if he touched me, but I wanted
him not only to touch me there but take me.  Whenever he got close, though
he'd move away; leaving me frustrated but still manipulating me towards
ecstasy.

I spent a lot of time biting into his shoulder to keep from squealing out
my delight.  It had been way too long since I had felt the tips of his
fingers tracking across my body.  It was all I could do to stifle my
whimpers and moans of delight.  I almost cried out when he began pinching
my butt and running his fingers up and down my crack, I always loved it
when he did that.  After driving me crazy this way for a while he rolled me
on my side and began massaging my little sac.

Uncle Ray wasn't the only one handing out the pleasures.  When I could
catch my breath I nibbled on his ear and neck, and then moved down to his
nips.  First I would run my thumb across them to make them hard, and then
pinch and this time I nursed; he nearly jumped off the bed.  While nursing
he pulled me in loose, cupping my butt and massaging each cheek.  Then I
began a slow humping into him.  These were all things I had learned from
listening to the older boys at school and looking at the magazines.  There
was a lot more I wanted to try, but didn't have the courage to attempt.
How long we played that night is anyone's guess.  I do know that I tried
things that I had never tried before and there were more things I wanted
experiment with if he'd leave me alone to do it.  He should have understood
that I really enjoyed the giving as much, if not more, than him giving to
me.



After offering to share posters and putting up shelves for him, the
situation between Larry and me improved some; we were at least civil to one
another.  We were more inclined to put up with one another, but there
should have been little doubt we would never become close friends.  We were
just two people on opposite ends of the spectrum having nothing in common.
Then, the problem managed to solve itself one day.  A common ground
appeared that we both enjoyed.

One afternoon, coming home from school, I walked into the apartment and
noticed my bedroom door was closed.  I decided to sneak up to the door, and
when I did I could hear these grunting sounds coming from the room.  Ever
so quietly and gently I tried to open the door; it was locked.  Well, Uncle
Ray had already shown me how these locks worked.  The knob in the hall way
had a hole in the middle.  Using a nail or wire coat hanger you could feel
the spring switch.  Simply push in the spring and open the door.  I didn't
have a nail or coat hanger, but the ice pick did the trick.  Ever so
carefully, I pressed in the spring and eased the door open just a crack.
What a surprise.

Larry was on his bed, stark naked.  He had a magazine that he was totally
engrossed in.  As he looked at the pictures, and I could tell from where I
was he was looking at a Playboy or something similar, his butt was moving
up and down on a pillow.  His best friend Ben, where he spent the night
while Uncle Ray was here, was on my bed doing the same thing.  Like Larry,
Ben was also stark naked.  To tell you the truth I didn't think the wimp
had it in him.  Now, if I was surprised to catch them doing this, you
should have seen the look on their faces when I popped out with "Having
fun, boys?"  It's a good thing they hadn't just finished eating, 'cause
something definitely would have gotten dirty.

Larry and Ben both jumped off their beds, both of them in full salute
status.  Now, with Larry there wasn't hardly enough there to hold to take a
pee.  However, Ben was a different story.  Ben was the same age as Larry
but his equipment sure was a lot bigger; in fact, he was a good bit bigger
than me.  I couldn't help it, when I saw him naked I just stood there
staring at his package, this kid was definitely hung.  Both of them started
stuttering out some kind of story and I just looked at them.  There was no
way they could convince anybody they were doing anything other than looking
pictures of naked people and playing with themselves.

"Forget it guys, your both caught.  Now, what are you looking at?"  I
stepped over and took the magazine from Ben, he had a Playboy.  I took
Larry's magazine, he had a Playgirl.  "Fellas, stop looking so scared,
nobody's gonna tell.  I'm just pissed you haven't been sharing the mags,
where'd you get them?"  Ben said his brothers had them hidden away and they
snuck them out of the house.  I asked if they had any more and when he said
they did I told him to get them some time and bring them over; it's only
polite to share.  Then I stripped and was just as naked as them; Larry and
I now had something in common.  Turns out Larry liked to sit around naked
too, mostly because he wasn't supposed to, and also because it was easier
to play with himself.  The three of us lay on the floor sharing the
magazines and having fun for most of the rest of the afternoon.

Larry and I never became what one would term as close or best friends.
After the magazine incident we did accept that we were both different and
alike.  One way we were alike is we both liked to sleep raw but didn't for
the same reason; that changed.  More than once I walked in to go to bed and
found him working over a pillow again.  Many times he walked in and found
me naked; sometimes asleep and sometimes not.  The one unspoken
understanding we did have is that we were both boys and, like most boys,
enjoyed playing.  What he did away from the apartment and with whom I never
knew and never asked; he extended the same courtesy to me.  Admittedly, I
always wanted to ask him if he let Ben stick him in the butt.  When Ben
slept over he supposedly used a sleeping bag on the floor that we always
made sure was there in the morning.  In reality, he slept with Ben and they
weren't always quiet.  The two were 'good' friends and nothing would have
surprised me.  Even though I still thought he was a wimp, I would have been
willing to oblige his desires if he wanted.

A couple of weeks after his visit I got to go see Uncle Ray.  It was
Columbus Day weekend and we had a three day weekend.  As usual Dad picked
me up from school and took me straight to the bus station.  He didn't do
this because he wanted to get rid of me in a hurry, if we took the time to
go home first I'd miss the bus and have to wait another two and a half
hours for the next bus.  This also meant Uncle Ray would be stuck downtown
for some time.  Sometimes I packed clothes and put them in dad's car that
morning, other times Dad told me to work it out.  I always wanted to ask
him if he knew how I usually worked it out, but knew better than to ask.

When Uncle Ray picked me up and asked about supper I suggested KFC.  He
gave me that 'funny' look of his and said something about how I must be in
a hurry to get home.  I gave him that 'funny' look of mine and just
grinned.  On the way home I did tell him about catching Larry and Ben naked
in the beds and what they were doing, but I didn't tell him about the
nights Ben slept over.  When he asked I also told him I joined them.

"Been playing little boy naked games, have we?"

"Yeah, but it's not nearly as much fun as being here.  Uncle Ray, I really
need a bath, real bad."  I just looked at him and grinned.  He grinned back
and chuckled without saying anymore.

After supper we did get in the tub.  We were there so long he had to warm
up the water twice and we were beginning to look like a pair of prunes.
Whenever he said something about getting out I let him know I didn't want
to.  I loved laying there on him, letting him roll me around and bathe
every part of me as many times as I could get him to do it.  Finally, he
got up, telling me to stay put and he would get me a warm towel.  Well,
this was mid-October, it wasn't real warm but it wasn't that cool either.
He came back and got me just like I wanted him to and carried me to the
living room.  He had done just what I hoped, there was a small fire in the
fireplace, no lights, but I could see the powder on the table. I looked out
the window and could see it was raining.  I relaxed and let him do whatever
he wanted.

"Uncle Ray, make me feel good just like you used to.  God, that feels
nice... oooohhh ... yeah, play with me ... ooohhhhh
.... oooohhh.... AAAAAHHHHH!!..."

I remembered the first time he ever did this for me it was like yesterday
and nothing ever felt so good.  The last time he had done this for me was
too long ago.  I loved feeling his hands running up and down my body.  When
he used his fingernails I was ready to jump off his lap.  It seemed to me
this time I was more sensitive than before, or did I just want it more?  As
his fingers ran over my nips they became hard and pointy.  They were real
sensitive but I wanted him to keep doing it.

"Moorrree ... do mmmoooorrreee ...Gaahhd, I love it ...oooohhh ...ooohhh.
uummmph .geeeeeez .... do mmoooorre ... uuummmpph..."

"Is my boy being the horny toad tonight?"

"Yeah .... just horny .... Ggaaaawwwwwd ...don't pinch 'em off ..mmmooorree..."

He would use the tips of his fingers to lightly outline my torso, when he
neared my groin I used my hand to push his further down.  It didn't take
long before I was squirming in his lap and whimpering again like a little
puppy.

When he flipped me over he gave me a raspberry in the small of my back and
the top of my crack.  He hadn't done this before and I loved it.  He
continued to use his finger tips to drive me nuts.  After a while he picked
me up, and standing, he lay me down on my stomach.  He gave me more
raspberries, going down the back of my thighs, stopping behind the knee,
and then working his way up inside the thigh.  As he moved I spread my legs
to give him all the room he wanted; just don't stop.  Of course, through
all this I developed a tremendous stiffie.  He began blowing gently along
my crack and I went ape.

"oh shit, Uncle Ray ....ggaaawwd ....do moooree ... that's great ....do it
again ....oohhh gaaahhd .... shit, mmooooore .... yeah, rub my nuts for me,
pleeeaasse ..."

There I was lying face down on the sofa, he was kneeling on the floor where
he could work me over from one end to the other or both ends at once.  When
he reached down and began massaging the perineum and then used his other
hand to reach under for my nips I went over the edge, the cliff, or
whatever it is when you are going out of your mind with pleasure.  I
reached both arms around his neck and began whimpering the never ending
whimper, trying to tell him it felt so good it almost hurt.  He kept going
and I kept falling over the edge.



Saturday turned out to be a fairly warm day even though it was a little
nasty because of the rain.  Our plan had been to take the bikes out and I
didn't see any reason not to.  We gassed them up and warmed the motors at
the house, then loaded them for the trip to our usual riding area.  Uncle
Ray packed some spare clothes 'just in case'.  So what if I got dirty and
wet, I didn't melt; besides, that's what boys are supposed to do.  There
were several other people out riding besides us.

We kind of fell into a follow the leader situation and before we knew what
was happening wound up in the middle of this huge mud puddle.  Of course,
this puddle wasn't usually there, and someone misjudged its depth.
Fortunately, none of the mud and water got into my motor, something not
everyone could say, but I sure got splashed.  I was coated in mud from the
top of my helmet to inside my boots.  This stuff really felt strange in my
underwear.  This was one of the few times I had come out biking that I
didn't go commando.  If I had it wouldn't have been nearly as
uncomfortable.

When we got home the bikes had to be cleaned.  We unloaded them and began
rinsing the mud off.  I was uncomfortable with all the sand and mud in my
clothes and stripped.  I had already taken by boots off before we left to
come home.  Uncle Ray had the hose squirting off the bikes and me.  All of
a sudden I heard Aunt Charlotte.

"Hey, Brad, aren't you worried about catching cold out there?"  I looked up
and she had opened her window and was looking straight at me in all my
glory.  Uncle Ray said my face turned redder than a fire engine.  Then she
called out again.

"Ray, if you can get that boy to keep some clothes on, how about going out
to dinner tonight?"  Uncle Ray told her he'd try to keep me dressed; it
would probably be a big job, though.  He told her we could be ready in
about an hour.  An hour? I thought.  There goes the fun I was looking
forward to tonight.  Aunt Charlotte never let me forget that time, she
loved to tell everyone and watch me blush all over again.  That was alright
with me, after all she had done a lot for me and was always good to me.

Dinner really didn't take that long and we got home before I tired out.
Saturday night was a repeat of sorts of Friday night.  This time though he
had me straddle his lap and threw me backwards.  My head dangling in the
air, my arms splayed in the air.  He began rubbing, teasing, nibbling and
the ever present raspberries.

"yeah, Uncle Ray, work 'em ... gggaawwwd ...oooohhh shit ....shit ..shit
..shit ... mmmoooorrre ...twist 'em ....ooohhhh ...oooohhhhh...ggaaahhhd ...yeah
...mooore ...again ... mooooree .... Uuummmph ...uuummmpph ....do it ....again
....fuck ..Uncle Ray I gotta ...I gotta .... Oooohhhh ....let me up ....i gotta
.....shit ....ggaaaawwwd ....  Uumph ..uuummmph
..uuummph.....ooohh..ooohhh..ooohhh.oohh.oohh.oohh"

 I went wild just as I always did and wanted him to just keep going.  This
time he lifted me up and started giving me raspberries on the area just
above my dick which was already as hard as it could get.  The closer he got
the wilder it felt and I was hoping he'd give me one right there.  He
didn't, but he did all around it and it was amazing how sensitive the area
was.  As always I became the whimpering puppy and eventually sat up,
grabbing him around the neck.  The next thing I would remember was him
holding me and telling me to calm down.

Sunday we went to the beach club with Aunt Charlotte.  There were a lot of
people there that I had met during the summer and all of them made me feel
like I had been gone too long.  For lunch we each had a club sandwich.
Aunt Charlotte had her orange juice and bourbon, Uncle Ray had a Manhattan,
and I had root beer.  Aunt Charlotte wanted to go out again tonight but I
really didn't want to.  Uncle Ray looked at me and figured out I didn't
want to and told Aunt Charlotte I had been running all weekend and needed
to rest up to go back to school.  Not exactly a lie, but kinda, and it did
work.  We stayed a little extra time at the club and stopped at a little
Italian place she knew about on the way home so we could all have a little
supper.  The food was good and better still, it was quick.  When we got
home I made sure to walk her to her front door, thank her for the great
time yesterday and today, and gave her a big hug.

When I went inside I could hear the tub running.  Uncle Ray was in his room
undressing; I quickly joined him and wasn't two minutes behind him jumping
into the tub.

"Okay, young fella, I could tell by the look on your face that you didn't
want to go out like last night.  That's unusual for you, what's up?"

"Nothin', I just didn't feel like going out."  As I was talking I turned
around and straddled his lap while we were still in the tub -- this was
unusual.  I normally liked to play in his lap and let him bathe me.  "I
have to go home tomorrow and I wanted all the play time I could get.  Since
Dad got married I haven't been able to come up and visit like I used to,
and I don't like it."  I had wrapped my arms around his neck and gave him a
raspberry on the side of the neck.

"I've missed you too, and things will begin to settle down.  It was only
right for you to stay there and let the family have a chance to meld
together.  After the holidays, hopefully, thing will go back closer to
normal."

"Uncle Ray, let's not talk about that right now."  I reached around and
gave him another raspberry on the side of his neck while bouncing up and
down against his stomach -- wow, what a feeling when we were both wet.
Lately, I had begun to realize that I was thinking more and more about
playing this way.  Sometimes, I wanted it so bad that I would have been
willing to play with Larry; fortunately, things never went quite that far.
I wondered if this was normal and wanted to talk to Uncle Ray about it, but
at the same time I didn't want to mess up the mood.

"Horny toad. Even after the last two nights? "

"Yep, and ready to play, especially after the last two nights."  And play
we did, starting in the tub, then moving to the sofa and finally to bed.
When he wanted to slow down I just started in on him.  I squealed,
whimpered and whined till I fell asleep from exhaustion and then repeated
the next day.  We didn't put clothes on until it was time to go, and I
delayed that as much as I could.  He could do anything he wanted to me and
I didn't care, I was his boy -- that's all I cared about and ever wanted to
be, his boy.  This felt like the fun times I was accustomed to and I didn't
want them to end.


End Chapter Fourteen

To Be Continued; comments always welcome, contact Dwight Wilson @
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