Date: Fri, 3 Nov 2006 16:35:54 -0800 (PST)
From: adm2780 <adm2780@yahoo.com>
Subject: Brad's Idol  Ch Twenty

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Chapter Twenty: Brads Idol


My school year ended a week before Dad's.  We got out on Thursday and on
Friday I was put on the bus to my grandmother's.

"Dad, I thought I was going back to Uncle Ray for the summer."

"Brad, where did you spend your spring vacation?"

"In the dentist office.  That shouldn't count."

Dad looked at me with one of his 'tough stuff' expressions.  "Well, I'm
afraid it does count or maybe it doesn't count, depending on how you look
at it.  Ray helped us avoid braces for you by getting those teeth removed.
You were layed up for two more days recuperating when you and I both know
it shouldn't take that long.  Charlotte came over and pampered you and you
took full advantage.  In the mean time your grandmother and aunt, who are
accustomed to having you for spring vacation, gave up their time so you
could benefit.  Now, who did what for whom and who benefited the greatest?"

I just looked at him.  "Huh?  Speak English.  You're deliberately trying to
confuse me."

"No, I'm not trying, I thought I did a pretty good job."  Dad just kept
talking and grinning; he was having a good time with this.  "The bottom
line is your grandmother and aunt haven't had time with you since before
Christmas, so now is their turn.  I'll be coming down a week from Saturday.
I'll stay for three or four days, and assuming things work out the way we
anticipate, you and I will head up to Ray's.  After a couple of days there
I'm headed back to begin the seminars for taking the bar exam and you stay
with Ray.  Sound good now?"

"I don't know.  What do you mean by 'assuming things work out'?"

Dad got that grin on his face again.  "What did Ray tell you about that
trip you wanted?  If I'm not mistaken he said get the grades and get the
trip; no grades then no trip, right?"

"Yeah, but I'm sure I have the grades, I even asked for extra work to make
sure I had the right grades."

"Then you don't have anything to worry about do you?"

I hated it when he said that to me.  Dad and Uncle Ray would do that once
in a while knowing it would make me worry that much more.  Besides, suppose
the grades didn't come in before Uncle Ray had the trip scheduled.  Come to
think of it I hadn't confirmed with him that he made the reservations.

"Dad, do you know if Uncle Ray made the reservations?"

"I can tell you he hasn't.  He said he was going to wait until the report
cards came in.  I should have your grades sometime next week.  Now, get
your bags and let's head out to the bus station."

***

The week with my grandmother and aunt both dragged by and rushed by,
depending on what I was thinking at the time.  Dad called every night but
said nothing about the grades.  Sometimes no news is good news, sometimes
no news is nerve racking.  Finally, after five days I asked him if he had
seen my grades.  When he said he hadn't seen my grades I suggested
(actually told) him to contact the school; time was running out for making
reservations and I knew I had the grades.

Well, you should remember that my dad was finishing law school.  In
Cherokee legalese he would have been referred to as lawyer who speak with
quasi-forked tongue.  Stated another way, the envelope came in on Monday
after I left, but he didn't open it, therefore he had not seen my
grades. (ha - ha -) He thought it would do me good to sweat it out a
little.  Besides, according to him, regardless of which way it went there
was nothing I could do about it now.

I spent eight days sweating it out.  During this time I did go to the beach
two or three times, we made the air-boat ride on the Seminole reservation,
and a couple of art festivals.  What do you expect from their generation
and both Dad and Uncle Ray said I owed them the consideration of doing what
made them happy since I spent so little time with them.  We also spent a
little time shopping for new clothes.  Now, I liked new clothes, but the
kind my grandmother and aunt picked out didn't exactly fit in with current
styles for young people.  I learned to handle this a long time ago --
compromise.  Get an item they liked, get an item I liked, then get an item
we all liked.  When I left for home, wear a combination and change when
you're out of sight.  They were of the generation that thought jogging
shorts might be a little too revealing.

Dad got there when he said he would and gave me the envelope.  I saw the
post mark date and showed it to him.

"Don't show me the date.  You asked if I'd seen your grades and I said no,
because I hadn't; the envelope is still sealed.  You never asked me if they
came in the mail."

Dad was playing one of his lawyer games with me, but I didn't care now.  I
ripped the envelope open and saw what I thought were pretty good grades.
There was a 'B' where I thought I had an 'A', but otherwise things looked
as I expected.  The question now was whether I had the needed average.

After four calculations with four different answers I asked Dad for help.
He told me I knew how to do it, I just needed to take a deep breath and
settle down.  I did and I did.  I did settle down and after two
calculations with the same answer, I did have the needed average by the
skin of my teeth.  I handed the grades and calculations to Dad to review.
Then the bomb hit.

"Okay, son, you did it.  Now do you understand what it is that you've
done?"

"Yes sir, I got the grades Uncle Ray said I needed for him to take me on
the trip I wanted."

"That's the short term goal.  The long term goal is that now there are no
more excuses of 'can't read', or 'don't know how' or 'I can't' when it
comes to your school work.  No more arguing with Kathy over what she's
asking for in grades, you've shown here you can do it."

"Whoa!  That's not fair.  You and Uncle Ray tricked me."

Dad put his hand up real quick.  "Don't fuss with me.  You made the deal
with Ray, talk to him."

I was caught somewhere between pissed-off and pouting.  The problem was
that I wasn't sure who I was pissed-off with.  I figured the best thing to
do was just tell Uncle Ray about my grades and go from there.  When I told
him he said we could choose a cruise when I got there.  I spent the last
three days at my grandma's looking through cruise brochures.  We left for
Uncle Ray's when Dad said we would.  My grandma and aunt gave me fifty
bucks for mad money to get them souvenirs on the trip.

***

The first surprise when we got to Uncle Ray's was that he bought a boat.
Of course, being Uncle Ray, it was not the standard fiberglass runabout; he
bought a 1953 Michigan Wolverine, at least that's what he said it was.  To
me it was a mahogany wooden boat with two passenger compartments powered by
an outboard with air-fuel controls on the front of the motor.  The boat
looked like something out of an old black and white movie.

The next two days were spent on the river.  During our first ride Uncle Ray
said to hold on tight and then he flipped the wheel hard left.  The boat
practically went on its side and could almost turn on a dime.  Between
being scared to death the boat was going to flip over and screaming with
delight, I had a great time.  Great, that is, until Dad and Uncle Ray said
it was time for me to ski.  I knew how to water ski, although I hadn't done
it in a couple of years; Dad and Uncle Ray said it was like riding a bike,
you just jump back into it.  After a couple of falls on take-off I was back
into it.  That little boat popped me up like a cork.  The two of them had a
great time throwing me into sharp turns and watching me fight to stay up.

Dad and Uncle Ray took their share of falls and I didn't give any sympathy
to either of them.  After two days I think all three of us had more sore
muscles and bruises than anyone would admit.  When Dad suggested we quit a
little earlier than planned on the second day I noticed Uncle Ray didn't
object.  I found out later there was a reason for the practice.

While Dad was there it was pizza, bar-b-que and beer for supper.  Their
beer was the 'feel good' variety while I got the 'root' variety.  They did
fudge some and let me share a little of their beer with the pizza but made
sure it wasn't enough for me to have to worship the porcelain god again.
Dad left after dinner saying he had seminars starting early the next
morning and would be in touch.  After he left I told Uncle Ray I was tired
and sore and just wanted to rest for a little bit.  He admitted he had a
few aches and decided to draw a hot bath for soaking.

We sat in the tub for a long time, soaking and talking about where to take
our cruise.  It had been a while since I could sit in is lap and let him
bathe me.  I loved the feel of his hands gently stroking or rubbing me; it
definitely was relaxing.  When he asked about where I wanted to go on our
trip I suggested the Mediterranean, which was nixed based on time, cost and
no passport.  When he asked me why I chose that cruise I just said it was
in one of the brochures I had and looked neat.  He suggested a cruise to
the Caribbean.

"Where to in the Caribbean?  What is there to do?"  I asked.

"We'll go to three or four different places.  You can see Mayan ruins in
Mexico, take a hydro-boat ride, climb Victoria Falls, maybe do some
snorkeling, there's a beach at almost every stop, each stop is in a
different country, a couple of days at sea, a day at a private island, and
there's a special program for kids."

"What kind of program for kids?  I don't wanna do any baby stuff, I wanna
be with you."

"Brad, it's not baby stuff.  All cruise lines have special programs so you
can meet other kids your age and do things kids like to do.  I'm not sure
what the whole program is, depends on the company and the trip.  Remember
one thing, these people specialize in making sure you have a good time, and
I do want you to spend some time with kids your age.  The brochures you had
show a party room for teens, there's water games at the pool, some ships
have rock-climbing walls, an ice-cream parlor and lots of other things.
You need to go back and look at those brochures."

As we talked I turned around and straddled his lap.  I leaned against his
chest and relaxed with my head on his shoulder while he gently scratched my
butt.  This was heaven.  I sat up some and rubbed him down with soapy water
and played with his nips some until he dropped another little surprise.

"Tell you what, kiddo, how about if I take a lot of the indecision out of
all this?"

"What are you talking about?  Uncle Ray, sometimes you don't make sense."

"See if this makes sense.  Next Friday we are driving down to your
grandmother's; then Saturday morning we finish driving to Miami to board a
cruise ship for eight days in the Western Caribbean.  Does that make
sense?"

"How do you know we can still get reservations?"

"Because I made them two months ago.  Had to make them then to get a room
with a big window overlooking the ocean."

"What?  And you didn't tell me?  Why?"

"Suppose you didn't get the grades?  Remember the deal, no grades, no trip.
If I had waited 'til the last minute it would cost a small fortune, plus I
most likely wouldn't get the accommodations I wanted.  How do you think I
knew about the different countries and the kid's program?  And, if I had
told you then you would think you had the trip locked-up and there would be
no incentive for you to do well.  Also, why do you think I encouraged you
to ask for the extra work?  It was to make sure you got the grades."

"Yeah, but look at all the work I could've avoided."

"Poor baby, you really are so mistreated, aren't you.  You're just bitchin'
now to hear yourself bitch.  Get up and get out of here before we both turn
into prunes."

He was right of course, but before I got off his lap I bent over and gave
him a hug and whispered "horny toad."

We lay on the sofa looking at the brochure for the trip and the different
things we could do.  He said we still needed to do some clothes shopping
for me, but that would be easy.  As we lay on the sofa I was spooned into
him so we could both read the brochure with me slipped down a little.  As
we lay there I could feel him behind me and deliberately flexed my butt
once in a while to tease him.  It wasn't long before I turned to face him.
Without a word I began nursing on his nipple to let him know it was play
time.  I also let him know I liked it the time he tied me and wanted to do
it again.

He cradled me in is arms and carried me to the bed.  Dropping me in the
middle of the bed, he reached in the closet and pulled out two ties.  When
I asked what they were for he said he was granting my wish.  Straddling me,
he tied me spread eagle, one hand to each side of the headboard; he left my
legs free.  Positioning himself between my legs he used his legs to spread
me as far open as he could.  Kneeling, he bent over and started teasing me
by barely touching the head of my penis with his tongue.  Then he put his
mouth over the head, but didn't close.  Instead, he used his tongue to
circle the tip and exhaled his hot breath.  I lay there laughing and
moaning, wanting more.

He slid up placing a knee on each side of my hips, his feet were hooked
over my legs so I couldn't move.  Leaning over my face he just grinned and
started rocking.  As he rocked his balls brushed over the tip of my penis
and I jumped with each contact.

"You wanted to be tied and play rough, so you got it.  Ever hear of the
Chinese water torture?... or the torture of a thousand cuts?  Well, this is
going to be the torture of a thousand licks, bites and kisses, and you
can't do anything to stop it."

"Nooooo ..... don't Uncle Ray .... That's not fair .... Aaaaahhhhhh ...."

I was so excited I could hardly stand it. I knew he was going to make this
great and I couldn't wait for him to start.  He began by kissing and
flicking his tongue over my forehead, working his way all around my face
and into my ear.  When he hit my ear I squealed and jumped as much as I
could.  After he reamed out my ear he moved to the side of my neck, across
and up to the other ear.  The neighbors could probably hear me three blocks
away.

While he did this he kept rocking so his balls kept brushing over the tip
of my penis.  He propped himself on his forearms so his thumbs were free to
pinch and pull my nipples; and he did this dry.  They stung and hurt and I
begged for more; he gave me all I could take and then some.  True to is
word he didn't stop until he covered the entire front and both sides of my
body. When he got to my crotch he worked around my package, deliberately
going slower than slow, and barely touched the tip of my penis again with
his tongue.  When he reached my toes I was relieved, thinking it was over;
he flipped me over leaving my hands tied so my arms were now crossed over
my head.

I felt him breathing on the back of my neck just before he started the
tongue bath.  This time he positioned himself so that as he rocked up and
down his penis moved along my crack and sometimes near my treasure.  He had
already turned me into a whimpering puppy before he flipped me, now I
whimpered and begged for more, the whole time taking short quick breaths
and pushing my butt up to him.  Every few minutes he pushed me into
orgasmic heaven and I lost all thought of what he was doing; I concentrated
on enjoying the fantastic feelings coursing through me.

When he reached the base of my spine I felt him nibbling my butt and then
the fingernail started its long slow journey down to and across my pucker.
When the nail hit the pucker I cried out for him to stick me.

"Ohhhh gaaaahhhhddd .... Lick me .... Yeeeaaaaahhh .... Ooooooooo
....mmmmmmpppphh .... Oooooohhhhhh Uncle Ray, I can't ... take it any more ....
Oooohhhhhh .... Mmmmmmppppphh ....uuuuuuuggggghhhhh ...uuuuggghhhh ..... stick
me ..... stick me , Uncle Ray ..... plllleeeaaasse ..... ooohhhh gaaahhhhdd..."

I didn't care what he used as long as he did something.  He spread me open
and began that marvelous pattern of sucking, sticking and licking out my
hole.  Whenever I felt his hands reach around in front of my hips I
instinctively pushed my butt up for him and begged him for more.  He never
disappointed me.

On one of the push-ups he slipped a towel under me.  I don't know how long
it was there 'cause I was concentrating on the feelings everywhere else,
but I remember the feelings of the oil oozing its way down the hole.  He
put two or three fingers in there and massaged me, then I felt him.  His
dick slid down slow and easy.  It felt so good as it rubbed the area around
my hole, the perineum and my sac.  He positioned himself so his whole body
was over me.  I don't know when he released the ties, but he held my
wrists, pulling them under my chest and began pounding my butt.  Every time
he beat down my body jumped up against him; again, he had his tongue in my
ear and it drove in deeper with each hit.  I lay there whimpering and
loving every moment while he did anything he wanted.

He teased me, "Next time, be careful what you ask for, you just may get
it."

"Promise?" I said.  God, I certainly hoped so.

"Hold, on, I'm almost there.  This is gonna be a big one."

By now I had learned to recognize those short quick breaths he took just
before he reached orgasm.  His breaths were short and quick.  He exhaled
his hot breaths into my ear.  Then I felt it; he bit down on my shoulder
and held me.  His load was so big I wondered if the towel could take it
all, but who really cared.  When he finished we were both exhausted and
covered in a combination of sweat and his juices.  I don't think I can
describe how good I felt at that moment.  It ended; I was begging for him
to end it but was sad it was over.

When he rolled off me he reached down and pulled some of his juice up my
crack, massaging some into the hole.  He wiped us both off with the towel
while I wrapped my arms around him and snuggled in as close as I could.

"You alright, son?"

"Yeah, that was great.  I'm just tired from the number of times you pushed
me over the edge."

I kissed him on the cheek and lay my head on his shoulder.  I fell asleep
with him rubbing my back.

***

The days before our trip to my grandma's were spent getting the yard ready
for the summer.  In other words I got the pleasure of mowing, and now
edging and then fertilizing the grass.  We both worked on remulching the
flower beds.  We made three trips to the mall for clothes. I did get two
more pairs of jogging shorts and took the time to work my magic on removing
the butt support; a fact he didn't discover until we were on the ship.

The week before this trip, after that first night my dad was gone, we
played in bed only twice.  The other nights I was tired from working
outside all day and he would have me spoon against him on the sofa at
night.  Almost inevitably, I would fall asleep with him rubbing my back and
he had to carry me to bed. Usually, I didn't wake up when he tucked me in.

We stayed at my grandma's on Friday night.  He and I shared the same room
and bed as dad and I used.  When we went to bed I was too excited to sleep
and wanted to play; he wouldn't let me.  Again, he said I was too much of a
screamer.  That night he pulled me on top of him, held my head to his
shoulder, and rubbed my back and butt until I fell asleep.  He said if I
would go to sleep the time to leave for the ship would come faster.

We left right after lunch; I wanted to go earlier but he said I needed to
give my grandma and aunt a little time.  When we got to the ship they had
just opened the doors for boarding.  I couldn't believe the size of this
thing.  When we boarded we got an escort to our room.  Turns out it wasn't
a room, it was a suite at the stern of the ship.  That big window he wanted
was a sliding glass door onto our own private balcony.  The bath had a huge
tub, plus a shower.  There was the sitting area with a television.  The
sleeping area had a king size bed and the balcony had chaise lounges.
After checking in with the kid's program he let me go exploring on my own.
This was some ship and I knew this was going to be some trip.


End Chapter Twenty

To Be Continued: comments welcome; contact Dwight Wilson at
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