Date: Mon, 14 Aug 2006 13:48:57 -0700 (PDT)
From: adm2780 <adm2780@yahoo.com>
Subject: Brad's Idol   Chapter Two

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Chapter Two: Brad's Idol



	After Uncle Ray graduated he moved back to the big city.  He and
Dad talked on the phone some and I got to talk with him a little.  He'd
come down for a ball game and I liked standing between his legs.  He would
put his arms around me and I would melt into him.  This was heaven to me.

Uncle Ray usually drove down in the morning and went home that evening.
One weekend it was a night game, and cold.  After the game we went out to
eat, on Uncle Ray of course.  Afterwards, Dad got a call from some friends
who invited him over for a few beers.  He told them he had company and they
invited him too.  I was going to be left alone.  Uncle Ray told dad he had
enough to drink and didn't want to get up in the morning with a hangover.
He told dad to go ahead and enjoy himself and he'd see him when he got
back.  Uncle Ray was staying with me!

Right after Dad left I looked at Uncle Ray.  Without saying a word I waited
for him to sit down and then I climbed into his lap.  He put his arm around
my shoulders and I just lay against him.  After a while he whispered to me
it was time to get my bath.  I didn't want to leave him and he sensed it.
He promised he'd still be there when I came back.

After the shower I dried off some, as boys tend to do, and ran to the front
room.  Uncle Ray was there waiting on me, as promised.  I deliberately
stayed naked and climbed into his lap again.  I could feel his arm around
me, and since he didn't have a shirt on, I could feel the warmth of his
skin and loved the fuzzy chest hair.  With my head against his chest I
could both hear and feel his heart beat.  I kept squirming around until he
finally pulled my chin up to look at him and asked if I was trying to park
my little butt in his hand so he would scratch me.  I just looked at him
and grinned.

He watched me three years earlier when Dad had to take an exam.  That was
the first, and last, time someone had really scratched my butt.  I liked
the feelings it gave me, a combination of tickles and relaxing.  I didn't
know it then, but scratching my butt would become a fetish for me - a sure
fire turn on.  He shifted me around so my butt was parked in his hands.
He'd kind of squeeze or massage each cheek a little and I'd squirm some
more.  I was sitting in his lap with my head against his chest feeling
about as content as any boy could imagine.  We sat there for a long time
with him scratching my naked butt and me in eight year old heaven.

I don't know when I fell asleep, but I did.  I woke up during the night and
knew I was in my bed, and I was still naked.  Who put me here?  I decided
it was Uncle Ray, if Dad had seen me naked he might have gotten mad and
worked his magic on my butt with his belt.  I listened and heard Dad in his
room, which was on the other side of the wall.  I heard someone else too,
and looking down next to my bed, there was Uncle Ray asleep on the floor
with a blanket over him.  I sneaked out of bed and slipped under the
blanket with him.  I soon realized he was naked, too.  I wanted to look at
him but didn't dare.  I wrapped my arms around him and loved it.  I must
have awakened him because he shifted on his side.  He wrapped an arm around
me, rolled me over and then pulled me up against him.  I snuggled against
him enjoying the feel of his hair against my back and butt.  This was
nothing short of great.

A few weeks later Dad and Uncle Ray had made plans to take me to the circus
- it was supposed to be a surprise.  This meant we had to drive to Uncle
Ray's.  He had just bought an old house in the historical district that he
and Dad were going to work on during the morning and go to the circus that
afternoon.  As usual, something came up and Dad said he couldn't go.  When
Dad called to tell Uncle Ray they talked for a little and then, to my
surprise, Dad said if I was good for the rest of the week he'd let me ride
the bus up and Uncle Ray would meet me.  Unreal!  I had never been anywhere
alone like that, and I had never ridden the bus anywhere, and I was getting
to see Uncle Ray alone.  Needless to say, I was an angel that week; in
fact, I was almost sickeningly good.

Dad put me on the bus.  I didn't need to change buses-that's why he let me
ride it, knowing Uncle Ray would be on the other end.  When I got there,
Uncle Ray was nowhere to be seen.  The bus driver wouldn't let me go on my
own because I was only eight and a half ^Ö too young to be walking the
street alone.  In a few minutes I spotted Uncle Ray and didn't hesitate to
run for him.  As I got to him he tousled my hair and said "how's my boy
doin'?"  I loved it' "my boy".  The bus driver almost had a heart attack
until Uncle Ray walked over and thanked him for watching me.  Turned out he
had been there and he thought I had gotten off at another stop.  Uncle Ray
called Dad to say I wasn't on the bus ^Ö the two most important people in
my life were going into a panic mode.  Somebody missed telling them there
were two buses, and I was on the second.

On the way home that night we stopped for ribs, I love them and so does
Uncle Ray.  After eating way more than either of us should have we headed
home, I couldn't wait.  He told me he had this big tub with legs and bought
me some bubble bath.  It was getting close to dark when we got home and I
asked if I could play in the tub.  He said let him get a quick bath first
and then I could take all the time I wanted.

Uncle Ray got in the tub, and he was right it was huge.  He could almost
lie out flat in the bottom.  After a few minutes I decided it was time for
fun and I went in there and jumped, literally, in the tub without warning
him.  You should have seen how much water went over the side.  Fortunately,
we were on the bottom floor.  He let me wrestle around with him some and I
loved it.  I was twisting and rolling around.  I could feel myself rubbing
against his wet skin as he'd grab me one way then another.  He was actually
bathing me while I played.  He let some of the water out and I told him I
wanted to play some more.  He said not to get excited, he was letting water
out so he could add more warm water and bubble bath.  I played till it got
cold again.  This time I deliberately didn't dry much and walked into the
living room with the towel.  He was sitting on the sofa with a pillow in
his lap doing a crossword.  I thought he was naked, and I was right.

He let me sit on his lap for a little while then had me stand up.  He
tucked his right foot under his left leg and that created a little pocket
in his lap.  His thingy was there, but I didn't care.  I noticed it was
bigger than mine but already knew I had to grow more to get bigger.  When
he settled down I got back in his lap and made myself comfortable in the
little pocket formed by his legs.  Propping my feet up on the arm of the
sofa I twisted a little to lean against him and watch some television.  I
remember him scratching my butt ever so lightly with the tips of his
fingers.  I looked up to him and told him felt good and asked him to keep
doing it.  I remember feeling content and safe ^Ö somebody loved me and
wasn't afraid to show it.  Sitting there he would sometimes take a finger
and run it up and down a leg; it tickled and made me laugh.  He was doing
things with me that I had always wanted my Dad to do, but he wouldn't.  As
we slept that night I wrapped myself around Uncle Ray, cradled between his
arm and chest and didn't ever want to let go.

The next morning we had to clean the yard, you know the usual mow and edge
routine.  I must have been sick or delirious ^Ö at eight and a half I
didn't mind doing yard work.  After the yards were done we took a quick
bath, had a bite to eat and were off to the circus matinee.  It was a
blast.  I'll never forget the clowns and loved the wild animals.  The show
lasted all afternoon.  I ate peanuts, cotton candy and a snow cone.  Not
once mind you, not once, was I told to slow down.  Did I ruin my appetite?
Of course, but uncle Ray said that was part of having a fun afternoon.  He
stopped and got some KFC for later and we headed home.  I was giddy with
the excitement of the circus and the weekend.

That night was a repeat of the previous night.  Another quick bath for him
and play time in the tub for me.  It may seem unusual that I'd enjoy
playing in the tub so much, but remember back at the university we only had
a shower; what kid can play in that?  This time I had my toy soldiers with
me, and a snorkel-mask.  The phone rang and I heard Uncle Ray talking to
Dad.  Next thing I know I got popped on the butt.  It wasn't a hard pop,
just unexpected.  When I brought my head up out of the water Uncle Ray said
he had been calling and calling ^Ö I didn't hear him.  Seems he was on the
phone with Dad and they decided it was too quiet for too long.  Funny,
usually when I made noise, Dad was telling me to be quiet, now I was too
quiet.

This time I didn't even feign trying to dry myself off.  I knew Uncle Ray
would do it for me and I wanted the attention, I loved it.  When I got to
the living room I was dripping water everywhere and dragging the towel.
Uncle Ray was on the phone with Dad.  He told Dad his son was dripping
water everywhere but should be able to talk.  He told me to talk to my Dad
and while I did Uncle Ray dried me off.  Wrapping me in the towel he picked
me up and set me on his lap.  At first, he just patted me dry, then after I
hung up the phone, he started a real vigorous rubbing; it felt great.  I
had to take the wet towel back to the bathroom and pull the plug on the
tub, then ran back and jumped into his lap.  I didn't even think about
clothes, why should I he was already naked.  I wanted him to make a seat
for me to park my butt; he did and I found the right spot.  I think he was
teasing me some because he just let me sit there.  Again I wiggled my butt
to let him know what I wanted and could here him chuckle under his breath.
He told me that I just liked having somebody play with my little bubble
butt; he was right as long as it was him.  With my butt parked in the right
place I just leaned against him.  He scratched the right spots and I was in
my comfort zone.

In bed that night I wasn't really sleepy, probably from a cotton candy
sugar high.  Uncle Ray kept trying to get me to settle down and I said I
wasn't sleepy, I wanted to play. Since I had to go home tomorrow, I wanted
to stay up as long as I could.  I was bouncing all over him.  He'd tell me
to stop and grab me any way he could to hold me down.  Now, given that I
was eight and a half and he was a fully-grown man, I doubt he really tried
all that hard to stop me.  As soon as he let go I started all over.
Sitting over him I would start rocking front to back.  I don't know why,
but it felt good.  The more I did it the better it felt and the faster I
would go.  Of course his dick was massaging my perineum, I just had no idea
what that was then.  He'd tell me to slow down or stop and I didn't know
why.  The bouncing got to him and that's all I cared about, it was fun.
Next thing I know he said "OhhhhhGaaawwwwwdddd!!!!" and was breathing hard.
I didn't know what had happened but I did know we were both wet.  I was
afraid I was in trouble because I didn't stop when he said to, I had done
something wrong which would be big trouble back home.

I looked down and this white stuff was on me and him.  I put my finger in
it and smelled.  He pushed my finger against my lips and laughed.  I put
two fingers of the stuff on his lips.  Then he wiped some up with three
fingers and smeared it on my chest.  I had to get a wet cloth from the
bathroom to clean him and me.  When I climbed up again he grabbed me,
pulling me down to him, held on and told me to be still this time.  I asked
if he was mad at me and he wanted to know why I would ask that.  I answered
because of the mess I just made.  He told me it was his fault, not mine; he
should have made me settle down sooner.  I didn't really understand, but as
long as he wasn't mad with me I was fine.  He told me not to say anymore
about it, but if Dad found out we'd both be in big trouble.  I never told
anybody.  I settled in the crook of his left arm and body.  When he started
scratching my butt I was content and think I fell asleep almost instantly.

The next morning I woke up to find he was already awake.  He was just lying
there holding me.  It was warm and secure.  When he realized I was looking
at him he mussed my hair and would say good morning, calling me sunshine.
When he asked me if I was awake I always said no.  Truth was I didn't want
to leave that spot.  Sometimes I had to leave to head to the bathroom.
When I returned he may or may not be in the bed.  If he wasn't I'd look for
him.  Usually I found him on the sofa, drinking coffee and looking at the
news, I just climbed up and curled up in his lap.  He'd sit there with his
arms wrapped around me for support.  When he asked me if I wanted to do
anything special before we had to leave I almost always said I just wanted
to sit in his lap.  I think he understood about how Dad thought showing
outward affection was inappropriate for boys and I hungered for that
closeness.

The bouncing and playing scene would repeat itself many times in the weeks
and months to come.  I really didn't know what I was doing then but I
wouldn't be quite so naïve before long.  Uncle Ray was discouraging me, but
I also knew it made him and me feel good.  Of course, at eight and a half,
it wasn't going to be too long before I would learn a lot and then things
would get interesting, especially with the stuff I learned from the boys at
school.  Every boy can probably look back and define his own period of
awakening.  I wasn't there yet, but I was on the threshold of some very
exciting discoveries.


End Ch Two

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