Date: Mon, 2 Oct 2006 17:36:12 -0700 (PDT)
From: adm2780 <adm2780@yahoo.com>
Subject: Brads Idol  Chapter Fifteen

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Chapter Fifteen: Brad's Idol


Admittedly, I can't say I was putting forth any great effort in school.  I
could have done a lot better if I had wanted to become a book worm, but
that didn't really appeal to me.  I did make sure I put forth enough effort
that no more notes went home and I was spending my first ever school
semester without getting any magic worked on my little butt by Dad's belt;
if anybody was going to work magic there it would be Uncle Ray.

It's amazing how much pain and trouble can be avoided with a little
diligence.  I accomplished this be checking with the teacher about every
two weeks to make sure everything was turned in as required.  Why do I
mention this now?  Just before the holiday break Dad let me know he had
requested a progress report from school and if it wasn't acceptable he
thought we might as well get the unpleasantries over and not mess up
everybody's' holidays.  Well, what about my holiday; suddenly, I didn't
feel quite so confident about how well I was doing.

Dad should have known better than to question how well I was doing in
school; after all, I hadn't brought home one note all semester.  When the
report came in it was glowing.  The teachers did say I could put forth more
effort and get better grades, but there wasn't one grade below a 'C' and
only one of those.  Dad looked at me and said, "See, I knew you could do it
if you tried, just wish you had tried sooner."  I couldn't believe what he
was saying.  Did he think all those ass whippings brought this about?  What
about Uncle Ray getting me tested and then in a learning center for
tutoring, that's what really did it.  Knowing wanting to be stupid, I kept
my opinions to myself and went with the glowing report.

About ten days before holiday vacation I was riding on top of the world
when the bombs started hitting.  First, both Larry and Laura were going to
be with their dad for the week after Christmas.  Then, I found out just
about all the kids I played with in the complex were also going to be gone.
They would be with a parent or grandparents for that same week.  This left
me alone with Dad and Kathy, big deal.  I asked Dad if I could go to either
my grandmothers or to visit Uncle Ray and he said he would check and see
what could be done.  Well it was a week before he even started making the
calls and things didn't seem to be looking up any.  I was destined to spend
my last week of vacation with Dad and Kathy -- whooppee.

I heard Dad talking on the phone.  It didn't take long before I figured out
he was talking to my grandmother.  From the tone of his voice it didn't
sound too promising.  This didn't really bother me since I was rooting for
Uncle Ray anyway.  Mind you, it wasn't that I didn't love my grandmother, I
did, and she and my aunt had become experts on spoiling me by this time.
It's just that, well, I preferred to be with Uncle Ray, he was a lot more
fun and pampered me; admittedly, it was a different kind of fun, too.  When
Dad hung up the phone he let me know both my grandmother and my aunt had to
work that week and couldn't get off.  My grandmother worked for a country
club that was heavily booked for holiday parties.  My aunt worked at
Macy's; think about the after holiday sales and returns, so she wouldn't
have any free time.  Oh well, guess I'd just have to suffer through with
Uncle Ray.

The next afternoon Dad was on the phone with Uncle Ray.  I tried to listen
without letting him know I was eavesdropping until I heard him tell Uncle
Ray, "The little bastard's standing around the corner listening to every
word we say and trying to hide from me."  Ooops, caught in the act.  I did
get to hear part of the conversation, but not enough for me to figure out
exactly what was happening.  When he hung up the phone I waited a few
minutes and then heard Dad call out to me.  "Brad, are you going to ask me
what Ray said or do you want to forget about it?"

"No sir, I don't want to forget about it.  When did he say I could come
up?"  I knew he'd let me come, it was just a matter of when.

"You're not.  Ray's booked rooms at a lodge in the Carolinas and is leaving
two days after Christmas; won't be back until after New Year's Day.  Sorry,
son, but it looks like you'll be sitting here with us."

"What do you mean a place in the Carolinas?"

"Just what I said.  It seems Charlotte and Ray's mother decided they wanted
to see snow over the holidays so he had booked accommodations several weeks
ago and as part of his present to his mother, he's taking them.  Therefore,
he won't be home over the last part of the holiday."

"Dad, that stinks."

"Sorry, I didn't realize it was so difficult staying around us."

"No, it's not that.  It's just ... well ... you know ... it's just ..."

"Yeah, I know hanging with the old man stinks.  That's alright every
generation thinks that about their dads.  You don't have to feel bad about
it.  I'll love you just the same."

Man, did I feel bad now.  I climbed up on the sofa on my knees and gave him
a hug.  "Love you, Dad."

"No, don't try to con your way out of it now.  You think the old man's
boring.  Admit it."

"Well, only sometimes."  You should have seen the look on his face and I
just busted out laughing.  Kathy had heard us and told him he asked for it,
and he did.

The last few days before holiday vacation was the typical school parties.
Every once in a while there was an assignment to be done but they were
usually very easy and there just to satisfy some class room requirement.
Once the vacation was on us we were busy decorating the apartment and
getting ready for the big day.  Some of our friends were leaving, their
parents being finished for the semester, while others stuck around; their
parents had jobs and couldn't leave.

Two days before Christmas a special delivery package came addressed to me.
The return address let me know it was from Uncle Ray.  I had no idea what
it was but figured Dad did.  I bugged Dad about it enough over the next two
days that he threatened to send it back if he heard another word; I would
have to wait until Christmas Day to find out.  In time the day did come and
when I looked for the package it wasn't there.  We had opened all of our
presents, but it wasn't there.  Most of our presents were clothes plus a
few toys, you know the typical thing a kid gets.  After looking all over
for the package for a while I saw Dad sitting in his chair laughing; this
meant he did something with it.  When I asked him where it was he said he
had warned me that he was going to send it back.  When I kept looking at
him he just told me to blame no one but myself.  Dad was always bad about
keeping a straight face so I figured out pretty quickly that he hadn't sent
it back.  He had slipped it up inside the tree so you could only see it if
you lay on the floor and looked up through the limbs.

The package located, I proceeded to open it, actually I pretty much ripped
it apart.  I was still trying to guess what was in it but never would have
guessed two pairs of sleeping shorts.  Don't get me wrong, I liked the
sleeping shorts, it's what I wore here after bath time and we were still
watching television.  The package somehow just didn't fit Uncle Ray.  Dad
told me to take the shorts out of the box; there was an envelope
underneath.  On the envelope it said I couldn't open it until seven o'clock
that night, not before and not after, and had the message "rewards come to
those who fulfill their responsibilities" and "patience can bring big
surprises".  Now, what on earth was that supposed to mean.  I told Dad we
should go ahead and open the envelope.  Dad 'claimed' Uncle Ray told him if
I opened it before the designated time that Dad was to take it away from
me.  This was not fair.

During the day I drove everybody crazy about the envelope.  It reached the
point that both Dad and Kathy were ready to let Uncle Ray have it.  We had
our dinner in mid- afternoon and then both Larry and Laura packed their
bags and headed to the bus station for the trip to their dads.  Dad told me
I had to go to the bus station with Kathy to drop off the other two.  When
I asked why he said it was to maintain family harmony and keep him from
killing me for being such a nuisance.

Finally, and I do mean finally, the time arrived.  When the wall clock
began chiming the seven o'clock hour I went for the envelope.  Dad grabbed
it first and said I had to wait for the clock to finish.  Teasing is
teasing and fun is fun, but this was beginning to go a little far.  When
the clock finished he handed me the envelope.  He and Kathy were in the
room with those 'I know something you don't know' grins.  The envelope
contained one piece of paper with the message 'open the front door'.  I
just looked at Dad with a huge question mark written all over me face.  He
told me to not just stand there, but open the door.  I did, and there was
Uncle Ray.  I just stood there blocking the door with a surprised look on
my face trying to figure out what they were up to.

"Hey, kiddo, are you going t let me come in?"  I didn't really move out of
the way but jumped into his arms.

"You're not supposed to be here.  You're supposed to ... uhhh ..."

"Supposed to what?  Why can't I be here?"

"I didn't say you couldn't, I said you weren't supposed to be here.  Dad
said you were getting ready to go to the Carolinas with Aunt Charlotte and
your mom."

"Well, if your dad said it then we know it must be true, right?  And, I'll
tell you that is true.  Now, would you like to see the rest of your
present?"

"There's more?  Yeah."

"Did you think a note telling you to open the door was it?  If so, I better
leave now and be happy I'm getting off so light."

"Uncle Ray, don't.  You and Dad are picking on me."

"That's true, too.  If we don't pick on you, who will?  Here, why don't you
try this?"  Uncle Ray reached in his pocket and handed me another envelope.
This envelope got ripped open as fast as the other one.

"Easy kid, don't tear up what's inside."  I could look at all the faces
around me and know that they knew what this was and figured I'd really like
it.  It turned out to be something that looked like coupons, but my name
was on it.

"What is it?"

"Read it, and you tell us."  I did read it, it still looked like coupons.
Then I turned it over and read the name of an airline.

"Plane tickets?"

"Yep, and where will they take you?"

"Someplace called Tri Tennessee?"

"It's actually Tri-Cities Airport in Tennessee.  There we pick up a car and
head for Sugar Mountain."  I just looked at him with that 'what are you
talking about' expression.  Dad and Kathy still seemed to be having a good
time with this even though I was lost.  In fact, everybody was having a
good time with this at the moment except me.

"Sugar Mountain is a ski resort.  Part of your Christmas present is a snow
skiing trip.  We'll be gone seven days; your Dad said you could miss the
first two days of school because you were doing well with your grades.
Now, if you don't want to go, your Dad....."

"No way!  I'm going; when do we go?"

"We leave here tonight.  Headed back to my house, finish getting ready
tomorrow and the next morning we fly out."

"But Uncle Ray, I don't know how to ski, do I?"

"I don't think so, but they have a short class there that will get you
going and then it's just practice.  I'd like to visit with your Dad and
Kathy some and then we'll take off in a couple hours, okay?"

"Okay, I need to pack.  What do I pack?"

"No worries.  Remember the trip to the bus station?  Take a guess what your
dad was doing while you were gone."  Just then I took a big leap wrapping
my arms around his neck and whispered a thank you.  "Better tell that to
your dad and Kathy, they both had something to do with this too.  Your dad
let me know you were doing well with your grades and Kathy had the idea of
how to give this to you so we torment you some, and we all thought you
might enjoy it."

When it was time to leave I made sure to give Dad a big hug and kissed him
on the cheek, something he didn't normally let me do; and did the same to
Kathy.  I also made sure to tell Kathy a special thank you for helping make
me a special holiday.  When we got in the car, before I settled down, I got
on my knees and gave Uncle Ray a big hug and a kiss on the side of the
neck, "Love you, Uncle Ray; missed you and thanks".

It was late when we got home and Uncle Ray said we had to get some rest,
there wasn't any time for play.  I caught on real fast he said not a lot of
time for play, he didn't say there was no time for play.  I ran into the
bathroom and began filling the tub, and then ran back to the bedroom to
strip.  We both got in the tub and I started rolling around when he caught
me and told me to settle down.  He didn't want me getting all hyped up and
no sleep, the last thing he wanted on his hands was an overly tired and
cranky kid.

When we got in bed I spooned up to him and put his hand first on my stomach
and then moved it down to my little sac.  He knew what I wanted, especially
when I kept trying to squeeze my cheeks together and shifting around.  Soon
he rolled onto his back and picked me up, placing me right on top of him.
He used his legs to pin my legs to the bed and wrapped his arms around my
back, letting his palms settle on my butt.

"Would you please settle down young man?"

I had my arms over his shoulders and around his neck; I just gave him a
little squeeze.  As he held me I gently began pushing down on his.  I know
he could feel my butt moving because he responded by massaging my cheeks.
The idea wasn't to get all worked up and excited, I just loved lying on top
of him, feeling his warmth.  He pulled his legs up a little, letting me
slip between them.  I continued to hump him and he followed my pace and
rhythm.  We didn't say anything or really do much else.  My thumb would rub
over his nipple and his fingers would squeeze my butt.  After a little
while we were both breathing a little harder when I reached down and pulled
his dick up between us.  This steady, quiet motion continued until we were
both breathing hard and then got wet.  I don't know how long we lay there
doing this simple act; I do know we both felt relaxed before falling
asleep.

It was up and at 'em the next morning.  The first thing Uncle Ray did after
grabbing the obligatory cup of coffee was to look through my bag and see if
I had everything I would need.  Never having been in snow before, and not
having packed the bag, I had no idea.  To no surprise Uncle Ray said we
needed to shop for a few things, so it was time to get dressed to go out;
no play time this morning.  At first, I thought this would be fun, then we
hit the mall.  Do you have any idea how many people go to the mall early in
the morning the first shopping day after Christmas?  It was a zoo.

The shopping wasn't bad.  He said I needed some gloves, which I never wore
at home, and a cap to keep my head warm.  When I told him a cap looked
dorky he explained that most of the body heat escaped through the head and
if I didn't have one I'd be one of the few on the slopes bare headed.
Being bare headed would make me stand out like a tourist.  Well, I had no
trouble letting him know I'd rather look like a tourist, which most of us
would be, than a dork.  We bought the cap anyway.  With the gloves and cap
came two nice warm up suits that I learned to really enjoy.

The warm up suits had some kind of soft lining in them, and they were warm.
These, for some reason, had become the thing to have this holiday season
and I got two.  The other thing I liked is the soft liner felt great
against your skin and even better when I went commando.  We didn't have any
problems until he said I had to have long under wear.

"Uh-uh, no way am I gonna wear those things."

"And, what's wrong with 'those things'?"

"I've seen them on television.  They was itchy, and what's worse, they got
a flap in the back you've gotta open to take a dump."

 "Whoa, kid.  First, thing you're getting a bit loud, and second thing,
watch the language.  I've told you in the past you can talk one way when
we're home, but in the public I expect you to show consideration for
others.  You're also getting a little bit opinionated."

"I'm sorry, Uncle Ray, I didn't mean to be loud."  Then I lowered my voice
to barely above a whisper.  "But, it's true, I saw them on television.
Some kids had to wear them all the time and they said how they were itchy
and hot.  Then the kid turned around and there was this big flap in the
back that buttoned.  If you had to go to the bathroom you had to unfasten
the thing and sit down like a girl.  There wasn't any opening in the front
to take a pee."

"Kid, I don't know what kind of show you've been watching...."

"It was on westerns."

"Well, modern long johns aren't like that.  First there's a top and a
bottom, they aren't one piece.  Next, they aren't made of wool, they're
made of man-made materials so they are lighter and thinner but keep you
warm at the same time.  If you're going to be on the slopes you can bet
part of the time will be spent sitting in the snow.  Without long johns
that little bubble butt of yours could get real cold; then you'll wish you
had them."

I didn't say any more, it was a lost cause anyway; besides, I didn't have
to try them on either.  Uncle Ray bought the size that matched to the size
of my jeans and we, or at least I, was set to go skiing.  Shopping took
most of the morning.  After lunch it was off to the bank for some spending
money and then check in with his mom and Aunt Charlotte.  We were supposed
to load up Aunt Charlotte in the morning and his mom's house was on the
way.

That night I took the opportunity to relax some more with Uncle Ray.  After
my bath I did the usual climb in is lap and hand him the towel.  This time
I gave him a big raspberry on the side of his neck and tweaked a nipple.
Then I plopped back declaring "Your turn."  He told me I was staying calm
this night.  He placed me in that special seat he used to make for me and
wrapped an arm around me.  Actually, this was comfortable and there would
be several nights ahead for us.

I hadn't said anything to him yet, but knew I wanted to talk about some
things with him, we just needed to be in a more private and relaxed place.
I wasn't sure, but thought this trip might be one of those significant
moments everyone experiences when growing up.


End Chapter Fifteen

To Be Continued; comments welcome; contact Dwight Wilson at
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