Date: Sun, 19 Nov 2006 08:50:23 -0800 (PST)
From: adm2780 <adm2780@yahoo.com>
Subject: Brads Idol  Ch Twenty-Three

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Chapter Twenty-Three: Brad's Idol


When you know something is most likely going to happen that you aren't
going to be happy about, that unwanted something sneaks up a lot faster
than you want.  That's what happened to my twelfth summer.  Don't
misunderstand me, the first part was great.  I even enjoyed working out in
the woods with Todd.  I always thought it strange that people don't
understand that guys like to get out and work half naked, get a good tan,
get sweaty and dirty.  It's a macho thing and at twelve years old you want
to be viewed as macho.

So, if my summer up to that point was so good, why did I not want to see
the end racing towards me?  It didn't take a genius to figure out that once
Dad took the bar exam he had to take a job.  He had been interviewing up
near Uncle Ray, but I knew he was interviewing more down south.  Logic said
there was a better chance of going south and moving away from Uncle Ray.

Admittedly, I wasn't the only one unhappy about what was happening.  Ben,
Larry's bosom buddy, had already moved.  His dad graduated at the end of
spring semester and they moved up near Uncle Ray.  I wasn't sure where but
I did hear him and Larry talking about being able to keep their special
visits if we moved here too.  I guess it really wasn't fair to be pissed
off with Ben and Larry about that, it wasn't their fault.  They liked being
together as much as I liked being with Uncle Ray.  I resented the thought
of having to move away from the person that was special to me and sometimes
took it out with my attitude towards Larry.

Near the end of July, and just before Dad was to take his test, he and
Uncle Ray were on the phone.  Uncle Ray was handing out the 'congrats' left
and right and wishing Dad well.  I heard him tell Dad something about an
area being nice.  That's something I don't think I was supposed to hear.
Uncle Ray thought I was down the hall but I was standing around the corner
listening.  I wanted to know what area.  When Uncle Ray hung up the phone
and didn't say anything I knew the news would stink.  Matters got worse
when the longer he went without saying anything the more of an attitude I
got.  Then he started getting pissed off with me.  I felt like I couldn't
win if I had to.  Finally, he had enough.

Several days I went around with a chip on my shoulder.  He would try to
talk to me but I wouldn't cooperate.  One night we were in the tub and I
sat there like he was expected to do something to make me happy.  That's
when he drew the line.

"Brad, is there something we need to talk about?"

"No."

"You sure?  You know you haven't been acting like my boy lately.  Want to
tell me what's wrong?"

"No.  There's nothin' wrong." I replied rather curtly.

"Well, let me put it this way then.  If you recall I heated up that butt of
yours once for lying to me.  I think the only lie you're telling me now is
that there's no problem.  If that's true, then I suggest you have a serious
problem because I'm getting a little tired of you acting like a total ass.
If I need to heat up your butt to straighten all this out, just let me
know.  If not, then I suggest you change that attitude real quick."

While he fussed with me he had turned me in his lap.  I sat in the tub
straddling his lap and never looked him straight in the face.  By the time
he finished there were more tears welled up in my eyes than I could handle.
I just took one look at him and burst out crying.  Really, it wasn't
crying, it was a good old fashioned bawling.  He sat there and held me
while I cried it out.  We sat there a long time before I cried myself dry
and he said anything.

"That was quite a reaction from me just threatening to warm your butt.  If
that was practice I wonder what would happen with the real thing."

"Don't tease me."  I told him.

"Come on, I think we need to get out of here and get comfortable.  Then
it's time for a long talk."

He wrapped me in a towel and rubbed briskly.  I always liked that and he
was trying to show me he really wasn't that upset with me, but he was
concerned.  He led me into the living room where we lay down on the sofa.
He stretched out on his side and I spooned into him using his left shoulder
and arm as a pillow.  I wrapped his forearm and hand over my chest.  He let
his right arm fall over my stomach.  I squirmed and moved until I had all
of me that I could touching him.  He held me close and this is where I
wanted to be.

"Now, young man, do you want to tell me what this is all about?"

I just lay there and shrugged my shoulders.

"Come on son, nobody reacts the way you did while ago unless there's
something real big bothering them.  The only way this is going to stop is
for you to talk."

Again, I just shrugged my shoulders.  I really wasn't sure what to tell
him.  I knew what was wrong, but I didn't know how to say it.

"Problem's that bad?  Is it so big you can't say what it is or maybe you're
not sure what it is?"

"Jus' kinda.  Uncle Ray, I don' wanna go."

"You don't want to go where Brad?"

"You know, wherever it is Dad told you we were goin'.  I heard you talkin'
on the phone.  You kept tellin' him how nice that area is, wherever that
is."

"Is that what this is all about?  You heard me talking to your dad and
decided you didn't like the place we were talking about.  Do you know how
close I've come to blistering your butt for acting like a total ass?"  He
was getting pissed off all over again.  Somehow I wasn't doing this right.

"Uncle Ray, don't get pissed off with me again.  It's kinda your fault
anyway."  I knew before I shut my mouth that was the wrong thing to say.

"It's my fault!  Would you like to explain that one?"  He was really
getting pissed off with me now and I was getting upset.  Instead of holding
me close he was holding me up and had flattened out himself.  This wasn't
going real good for me.  The tears started building again but I fought to
keep control.

"I wanna stay here, Uncle Ray.  I don't wanna go no where.  I wanna stay
with you.  Why can't I live here?  I'll do my school work, honest, and
nobody has to stay with me.  I don't wanna leave.  Don't you want me?"  By
this time the tears were running again.

"Boy, how could you be so dumb?  Of course I want you.  I couldn't love you
more if you were my very own.  There's been many times I wish you were, but
you're not and your place is with your dad."

By this time I was laying on top of him.  I reached for his left arm and
laid it on my butt.  I wanted him to scratch me like he used to.  He knew
what I wanted and did.

"Brad," he continued speaking gently, "what I think is really wrong here is
that you're afraid of change, and that's okay.  It's normal for us to get
comfortable with the way things are.  It's normal to want to resist the
unknown.  There's one thing we can't change though, and that's the fact
that all things change.  Look at you.  When I first started keeping you and
you came to visit with me you were only eight.  Look at all the changes
that have happened since then.  You've grown taller, heavier, you don't
require the naps you used to take, and you've gotten a lot hornier."

"Uncle Ray, don't tease me."

"Why?  If I can't tease my boy, who can I tease?"  He said that while he
wrapped his arms around me and 'cause he knew it always got me. I liked
being his boy and I loved him telling me so.  I also loved feeling secure
wrapped in his arms.

I lay there with him scratching my butt.  The television was on but I
didn't care.  Right then I just wanted him to hold me and I wanted to feel
him over every square inch of me.  One thing about him scratching my butt
though was that it did tend to get me kinda horny, but I didn't ask him to
stop.  A couple of times I lifted my head and flicked a nipple or kissed
him on the cheek.  I didn't push beyond that 'cause I wanted to just be
held that night.

I woke up as he put me in the bed.  I saw him turn out the lights and walk
over to the bed.  When he lay down I wrapped myself around him.  His hand
went down and cupped my butt.  I did have a problem because I was stiff and
began to hump his side.  The hand cupped around my butt helped me until I
gasped with pleasure.  When I calmed down, he told me to get some sleep.

The rest of the summer was spent with me doing the yards and sometimes
doing Aunt Charlotte's, too.  She wanted to give me money for it but Uncle
Ray said if I took it, after all she had done to show me a good time, he
would beat my butt, and I believed him.  We made it to the beach a few
times and I managed to keep a good tan, especially after working in the
woods with Todd.  Shortly after the night that we talked about what an ass
I had been we got a call from my dad.  He took a job in Ft. Pierce, that
was three and a half hours away from Uncle Ray.  At first I was depressed
and he said I had a choice of accepting what had happened and adjusting,
which meant I could enjoy the rest of my time with him, or pouting and not
enjoying the rest of my time with him.  There wasn't enough time left to
pout.

It was Thursday.  I looked at the calendar and realized we were leaving for
Ft. Pierce on Tuesday.  Dad had rented a house down there and was getting
it set up now.  Larry and Laura would be coming in on Monday.  I asked
Uncle Ray if he could take Monday off so we could have a long weekend, just
me and him.  We could rent some videos, grill and have pizza.  He asked me
what else I wanted to do, like he didn't know, and I decided to shock him.

"I wanna fuck till my balls turn blue."

I thought he was going to die laughing rolling around on the sofa.  That
pissed me off and I decided right then and there I would keep him going as
much as I could all weekend.

"Where in the hell did you here that?"

"At university.  I hear a lot, you just don't know," I replied as I pounced
on top of him.

"Boy, what am I ever going to do with you?"

"I know," I told him, "tie me up and make me beg you to stop and then beg
for more.  Then I know how we can end it too."

"Boy, you're startin' to scare me with this bondage thing of yours, you
know that?"

"I'm not scared, you wouldn't hurt me and I know it.  I like it when I
can't stop you and you just keep going.  It feels great when you oil me up
and lift me by the nips while you pound my butt.  That's what I want all
weekend.  I got to have lots 'cause I don't know how long it'll be before I
get more."

Lots I got.  I stayed all over him every moment I could and wouldn't stop
regardless of what he said.  He tied me up and left me there once just so
he could get a break.  He pounded my butt so much it should have been black
and blue.  I remember like it was yesterday.  I also remember I drank his
milk.  He was shocked and I was scared, but I did it for both of us.  The
details of that are a memory he and I will keep.

He took me to Ft Pierce and stayed the night helping Dad set things up.  On
the trip down we talked about the summer and what I might find in our new
home.  He made it a point to talk about the last semester of school when I
had to work for the grades to go on the cruise.  When he asked me what I
learned about myself I looked at him with my 'what are you talking about'
look.  He told me what he wanted me to learn was that I could accomplish
things when I set my mind to it.  There was no doubt that he was right, but
he didn't have to rub it in.

"Brad, there's something else we need to talk about, too.  Your dad tells
me you and Larry don't exactly get along very well and lot of the fault is
with you."

"Why me?  What'd I do?"  I asked rather defensively.

"How about it's more like what you haven't done.  Your dad tells me you've
been real critical of Larry and treating him like he's your worst enemy.
Have you ever thought that maybe, just maybe, he wasn't any happier about
your dad and Kathy getting married than you were?  And, like you, he really
didn't have any say so in the matter?"

"Well, no -- not really.  Can't say I ever thought about it like that
ever."

"I want you to do something for me.  I want you to try to be civil to him.
The two of you are step-brothers and any tension between the two of you
will just make things harder for everyone.  I'm not saying you have to be
best buddies, just be civil.  If you just sit down and talk with him a
little you might find the two of you have more in common than you think."

"No way, Uncle Ray, no way.  He acts like a damn wimp or sissy.  It
wouldn't surprise me if he wears underwear with lace on 'em.  He even talks
and laughs like a girl."  I said this more than just a little emphatically.
Then he pulled the car into the next rest stop but pulled over to the side.
When he parked, he shut the engine off, turned to me and pulled me into his
lap.

"Brad, I want you to listen to me and listen carefully." He said to me in
his 'I'm not playing' tone, "You're making a lot of judgment calls on Larry
when you haven't taken the time to know him.  I know what he's like and I
understand what you're saying.  Remember this, everybody needs and deserves
a friend.  You think he's a sissy because of the way he laughs.  Let's be
more honest than that, you think he's gay and that bothers you."

"But, Uncle Ray, I'm sure he is."  I insisted.

"Brad, you are judging him.  So what if he's gay.  Has he tried forcing
himself on you?  Let him live his life the way he wants and you live your
life the way you want.  As far as being gay goes, if people knew what we
did sometimes what do you think they would say about you?"

"But, that's different with you and me.  We do it 'cause we like it.  If I
didn't play with you, it's like you said, I'd probably be experimenting
with other boys somewhere."

"Brad, think about what you just said, particularly experimenting with
other boys.  What has Larry been doing with Ben?  Are we being a little
two-faced here?"

"Well, maybe.  I never looked at it like that.  Uncle Ray?  Are you sayin'
we can't play no more?"  He was beginning to scare me and tears were
welling up.

"No, I didn't say that.  Understand that you and I have played games that a
lot of people don't play and many would not approve of.  There is no way
that I would ever want to hurt you or even think I hurt you.  When I say
hurt you I don't mean physically like heating up your little butt.  I'm
talking about hurting you mentally and emotionally.  If I ever thought that
what we do was causing you to have problems about thinking of who and what
you are, I'd stop it in a heartbeat.  I'd make you sleep in the other
bedroom and stay fully dressed all the time.  I hope that I've taken enough
time with you to make you secure with who you are."

"There's something I want you to always remember.  You don't have to give
me your body to prove you love me.  I know that you love me.  I hope you
understand that I love you, more than anyone could ever describe.  Always
remember, that no matter how old you are, when you need me I'll only be a
phone call away.  Can you do that?"

Before I could say anything the tears were running down my cheek and my
arms were around his neck.  I lay across his lap holding on and crying
some, then whispered "love you, Uncle Ray."

***

In all my self pity I didn't think about anyone else being upset like me.
I was wrong.  I knew Larry was unhappy but didn't see where he had a right
to be as upset as me.  As far as I know Larry's best friend, and I think
probably only friend at university, was Ben.  This isn't because Larry was
such a wimp.  It was more because of the turn over with people graduating
every semester and families moving in and out.  If I got to know a kid for
more than three semesters, it was rare.  It was no different and no easier
for Larry except that Ben's family was there for two years.

The house Dad rented was a three bedroom which meant three kids shared two
bedrooms.  More accurately, two kids, being Larry and me, shared one
bedroom.  When we got there we went inside to take a tour. It looked pretty
much like any other house.  You know, bedrooms, bathrooms, living room,
dining area and kitchen.  Dad said it was built in a snow bird retirement
area.  I had to ask what that meant.  It meant an area where lots were set
up and then sold through the mail mainly to people from up north.  It was
called 'own a piece of paradise for $5.00 down and $5.00 a month'.  Thank
goodness Larry was the one to ask if that was what it really cost 'cause
Dad gave him the 'you can't be that dumb' look.

Our room was a wreck.  Dad just took our stuff off the truck and dropped it
in the middle of the floor.  The beds weren't even set up.  I asked Larry
where he slept the night before and he said the floor.  It was the only
place not messed up.  Uncle Ray helped us get our beds together so we could
have a place to sleep that night, then we started the sorting process.
Larry and I had a kind of mutual toleration agreement.  I found his stuff
and tossed it on his side of the room and he did the same with mine.  After
a while Uncle Ray said he was glad we weren't fighting mad with one
another.  He'd hate to see what would happen.  Before the end of the day we
were both tired and I was getting depressed too.  I didn't think about the
fact that Larry might already be there.

That night Larry got kicked out of his own room so Uncle Ray and I could
have a place to sleep.  They were single beds but that didn't matter.
Uncle Ray could lay on the bed and I'd lay on him, or I could go on the
bottom for him.  The bottom is where I usually wound up anyway when he
pounded my butt.  He told me he wouldn't do it that night because I moaned
too loud and the sound of him slapping my ass could be heard everywhere.  I
didn't say anything.

When he laid down I climbed on top and after nursing on him some I spun
around.  He thought I wanted a mutually pleasing session, sometimes known
as the sixty-nine position, but I wanted something else.  I straddled his
chest and planted my feet over his shoulders.  When I sat up my treasure
was right over his face.  He worked me over till I was a whimpering,
slobbering puppy.  I buried myself in him to keep from making noise.  When
I was sane enough I reached out and gave him as much oral pleasure as I
could.  This went on for a long time before he finally pulled me on top and
we humped our way to relief.  When he finished we both reached down and
tasted the fruit of our efforts.

Before he left he told me I needed to stay there and get adjusted to the
new home.  I was going to junior high now and he expected me to get
involved with a club or sport or something.  He wanted me to make new
friends and have a good time.  He promised to see me in seven weeks, which
would be the middle of October.  When he left I couldn't help it, I cried a
little but tried to keep a stiff upper lip.  But it just plain hurt.

The next night Uncle Ray had gone home and it was just me and Larry.  The
room was getting pretty well straightened out by our standards.  We didn't
care if some stuff got left on the closet floor.  I was tired that night
and depressed.  I lay on my side feeling sorry for myself when Larry spoke.

"Brad, you awake?"

"No."

"Brad," he continued, "why do you treat me so mean?  I never did anything
to you."

"Larry, you act like a damn wimp.  You could at least act like a real boy,
not a sissy."

"But, I can't help it.  That's just the way I am.  You think just 'cause
you run around commando you're so macho?"  As he talked he must have walked
over to my bed 'cause the next thing I know I feel my bed rockin'.

"You know, Brad, I'm kinda sad too, just like you."

"What makes you think I'm sad?"  I snapped back.

"I saw the look on your face and the tears you tried to hide when Ray left.
Bet you even tried to get him to let you stay with him instead of comin'
down here.  I did the same in Miami, I wanted to stay there, too.  Brad,
can I lay down with you, please?"

I thought about it.  I didn't want him in bed with me, suppose somebody
found out.  Another part of me felt bad 'cause I had treated him bad and
maybe he really didn't deserve it.  Promising Uncle Ray I would try to be
civil to Larry was making me wonder too much.  Finally, I lifted the sheets
and he lay down.

"Larry, you're naked!"

"So are you," he answered, "do you really think I didn't know all this time
that you liked to sleep naked?  What difference would it make if we had
drawers on?  You know, right now all you think about is you.  Ever think
somebody else is hurtin' too?  At least you know you get to see Ray again.
My friend's just gone."

He was right.  It wouldn't make any difference if we were naked or fully
dressed.  The only thing I was worried about was maybe me getting stiff and
him knowing it.  I remembered what Uncle Ray said about talking with Larry
and thought I could try.

"It's alright, it don't make any difference about being naked.  You know
the only reason I acted pissed off with you was 'cause I was mad with dad
and your mom when they got married.  That just turned things upside down
for me.  You were the only one around I could get pissed off with and not
get my butt worked over."

"Yeah, I know what you mean.  They didn't say nothin' to me neither.  They
just got married and came home and announced that I had a new step-father
and a step-brother.  You know, your dad isn't the easiest person to
please."  Larry had just made the understatement of the year.

"Larry, you don't know how true what you just said is.  I know my dad loves
me, but sometimes he could hurt too.  When I had trouble in school 'cause I
couldn't read right he'd beat my butt like you wouldn't believe with this
big belt.  I hated school 'cause I knew before long I'd be getting' a ass
beatin'.  One time he did it just before I went to see Uncle Ray.  He beat
me so bad he drew blood.  When Uncle Ray saw it he went into orbit."

"Why? He couldn't do nothin' could he?"

"Uncle Ray put me in a warm tub of water to soak and then I could hear him
on the phone givin' Dad hell.  'Course I never let Dad know I heard or knew
anything.  That whole weekend I spent with Uncle Ray naked.  My butt was
too sore to let anything touch me.  Uncle Ray doctored it and I remember
him holding me in his lap.  I lay across his lap with him rubbing my back
talking to me.  I couldn't remember my dad ever doin' that.  He made me
feel like somebody really loved me and would protect me."

"You mean he let you stay naked the whole weekend?"  Larry asked me like he
was surprised.

"Yeah, now you gonna go run your mouth to my dad or your mom?"

"Noooo.  That's not what I mean.  I mean knowin' how your dad is, I'm
surprised he didn't get mad with you."

"Far as I know, he doesn't know and I don't plan on tellin' him.  Actually,
since you know that much, I might as well admit that I run around naked up
there a lot.  Uncle Ray didn't care, always said I was feelin' my
masculinity and experimenting.  I just like it."

"Brad, I like goin' naked too.  That's why I didn't like sharin' a room
with you.  If you knew, I thought you might rat on me and then my mom and
your dad would really give me hell."

"Funny thing, Uncle Ray said I needed to talk with you.  He said I might
find out we had something in common and could be civil.  Guess he was
right.  We both like goin' naked.  What else we got in common?"

End Chapter Twenty-Three

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