Date: Thu, 23 Nov 2006 06:09:55 -0800 (PST)
From: adm2780 <adm2780@yahoo.com>
Subject: Brads Idol  Ch Tweny-Four

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Chapter Twenty-Four: Brad's Idol


Uncle Ray asked me to try and be civil to Larry and I promised I would.
Being civil, to me anyway, meant I wouldn't call him names like 'sissy' or
'wimp', at least not to his face.  It also meant that I wouldn't act like
he wasn't there and ignore his feelings.  If Uncle Ray could see what was
happening now I wondered what he would think or say.  In a matter of a few
hours we went from die hard enemies to being civil to one another to being
in bed together naked.  To top all that off we were telling one another
things that if either of us ratted we'd both get the crap beat out of us by
my dad and his magic belt.

We had been talking for a couple hours telling one another life and death
secrets.  Actually, we weren't telling one another things that the other
didn't already know.  What we did was more like confirming suspicions.  As
we told the secrets, for some reason each of us became more melancholy.  I
didn't know why he got that way, I did know my problem was I missed Uncle
Ray.  More accurately, I missed what Uncle Ray did for me -- I missed that
feeling of security and being loved.

"Brad?"

"Yeah."

"What's Ray like?  I mean, anybody could figure out you liked goin' to stay
with him, why?"

"I'm not sure I can tell ya.  'Member I told you about Dad whippin' me that
time and Uncle Ray getting' pissed off with him?  Well, that was the first
time I can ever remember somebody standin' up to my dad like that.  Uncle
Ray wasn't just upset, he was flat out pissed and had no problem lettin' it
be known."

"That weekend he held me.  I remember feelin' warm and safe.  He put
ointment on my butt so it didn't hurt so much.  That night when we went to
bed he carried me in and put me in his bed.  When he laid down I wanted to
snuggle up to him, but I was afraid."

"Afraid?  Why?  Afraid of Ray?"

"I was afraid he'd make me go to my room.  Only my grandpa had ever let me
snuggle, and Dad didn't like him lettin' me do it.  I guess I was afraid if
I let him know I wanted him to hold me like that again he'd say no and make
me leave his room.  Instead, after we'd been in bed a little, he moved his
arm so I was layin' between his arm and his body.  I scooted myself up to
him and looked up at his face.  He was lookin' at me, smilin'.  My face was
in his arm pit.  I smelled him, God, it was great.  I loved the smell of
him."

"What'd he smell like?"

"He smelt good.  It wasn't sweet or anything like that.  It's supposed to
smell bad under your arms, but he'd just had a bath a few minutes earlier.
In fact, he let me get in the tub with him.  He held me in his lap and
dipped water up in the palm of his hand.  He poured the warm water over me.
I thought I was in heaven.  When we were in bed and he looked at me I put
my arm over him and pulled myself up so my head was on his chest.  He's got
a hairy chest and it felt funny on my skin.  It kinda tickled but felt soft
and good at the same time.  Since I was naked I could feel his hair all
over me and I'd squirm around just to feel it more.  When his hair would
rub over the end of my dick it tickled like crazy and I'd squirm more so I
could feel him."

"After I squirmed some, guess I was squirmin' too much 'cause he put the
palm of his hand over one side of my butt and squeezed some.  As he
squeezed my butt he told me to settle down and get some sleep.  I 'member
him runnin' his fingers through my hair before I fell asleep."

While I told him this I had begun to cry some, but didn't want him to know
it.  I'd also told him one of my deepest secrets.  I wasn't afraid he'd rat
on me, it's just that those times were special between me and Uncle Ray and
should have stayed that way.  I couldn't help it, as I started remembering
that night and those feelings, they just kept comin' out.

"Larry?"

"Yeah?"

I'd swear when he answered it sounded like he'd been cryin' too.  "I just
told you more than I ever wanted anybody to know."

"I know.  I won't tell nobody."

"Brad?  Did he ever let you sleep with him like that again?"

"Yeah.  I never slept in my room up there again.  I always slept with him
holding me.  We was always naked and I loved it.  I'm scared it won't ever
happen any more."

I paused for a minute and figured I'd had enough.  "Larry, go to sleep.  I
can't talk no more."

"Brad, can I stay here with you?"

"Yeah, I guess so."

Larry slept with me that night.  We were both naked, but didn't care.  We'd
shared secrets and talked more in a few hours than we had in a few months.
After talking about Uncle Ray I lay there for an eternity, not crying, but
with tears rolling down my face thinking about the times that I was afraid
were gone forever.

The next morning when I woke up Larry was in his bed.  I lay there looking
at him, thinking about what Uncle Ray had said about Larry not bein' happy
either.  Uncle Ray was right, last night told me he wasn't any happier than
me.  When he woke I asked him when he got over there in his bed.  He said
he woke just before dawn and thought he should move before his mom or my
dad came in, he didn't think either one of us would want to explain why we
were both naked in the same bed.  He was right about that.

We spent most of the morning putting stuff away.  We decided to hang stuff
on the walls.  Two days ago I would've told him to put his stuff on that
wall and the rest was mine.  Instead, we laid it out on the floor one wall
at a time.  We didn't arrange a 'that's yours this is mine' type thing, we
mixed it up to look good.  After lunch we were allowed to take our bikes
and go explore the neighborhood.

If I stood in our front yard and threw a baseball as hard as I could in any
direction, it wouldn't land in somebody else's yard.  That's how far we
were from the closest neighbor.  Where we lived I think the house could
burn down and nobody would know it.  We had a strange street too.

The street was concrete.  Back at university every street was asphalt.
Every so often there would be a break in the concrete running all the way
across.  Later I learned these were called flex strips.  These strips
doubled as weed gardens.  The streets looked old but not like normal.  Most
streets like these had black lines down the lanes where the tires went.
These streets didn't have those marks.

We rode a long ways before we got to a cross street we could ride down.  As
we rode we could see the backs of other houses.  We just couldn't figure
out how to get to them.  We turned left on the first cross street and rode
down it till we were at another cross street.  Again we turned left and
after riding a little came up to houses that should be behind ours.  There
were some kids outside playing.  Most were younger than us but a couple
looked like they were our age.  I decided to take a chance.

"Hey, whats'up?"  I thought that was a good greeting.  "I'm Brad and this
is Larry.  We just moved in the house behind ya."

"Hey.  How's it goin'?  You just moved into the house behind us?  I didn't
know there was one back there.  Thought we marked the outer boundary of
civilization."

"Guess that says don't waste my time ridin' in the other direction, huh?"

"No man, I'm serious.  We didn't know there was a house back there.  He
your brother?"  The kid hadn't told me his name and was pointing at Larry.

"Kinda.  He's my step-brother.  We been stuck with each other for a few
months now."

"Know what you mean.  I got a step-brother and a step-sister, both a lot
younger'n me."  The boy said this as he pointed to two of the real little
kids playin' in the yard.  "Sometimes I gotta baby it 'em; real pain in the
ass."

"Thank God I don't got that problem.  What's your name?"

"John.  They call me Johnny, but I'm too big for that."  The kid just let
me know not to call him Johnny or he'd be pissed.

"Where do ya catch the school bus around here?"

"There's a school bus stop right down there.  Kids come from both
directions to there.  Man, you live behind us you gotta long walk each
mornin'.  Might wanna have your folks check with the school 'bout getting'
a pick up on your side of the block."

"Yeah, sounds like it.  Guess we better go break the news.  How 'bout after
we get moved in we get together and kick a ball around or somthin'.  Any
other kids around our age?"

"Sounds good.  Yeah, there's a couple.  When we get together we can ride
around and meet 'em."

"Great, later man."

We rode down the street to the next cross street and took another left.  We
could see where our street was the next cross over and made it home.  It
was a pretty long bike ride, I didn't want to think about havin' to walk
it.  When we got home Larry stopped me before we got inside.

"Brad, thanks."

"Thanks?  For what?"

"For what you told that kid.  You know, 'bout me bein' your step-brother."

"Well, it's true ain't it?"

"Yeah, but don't you remember what you told the last kid that asked you
that?"

I had to think for a minute.  I thought I remembered, and even thought it
was still funny, but I didn't want to repeat it and hurt his feelings now.
"No, not really."

"You told the last kid I was the shit turd that hung onto your butt."

"Well, I promise I won't tell anybody that."  Then as I laughed and pushed
him I added, "At least not right now."

When we went inside and told our folks about the bus they said they'd check
with the school about scheduling a pick-up closer to home.  There was
supposed to be some kinda rule about how far a kid had to walk to the
pick-up spot.

Later, Larry told them about meetin' John and him askin' if we were
brothers.  Larry told 'em I said we were step-brothers, but they didn't
seem impressed.  Kathy thought that's what I was supposed to say and wanted
to know why he thought that was so good.  Larry told 'em what I had told
the last kid.  I thought Dad might come after me till I heard him about to
split a gut laughing.

After supper we decorated the floor watching some television.  I was
watching the show but I was thinking about something else.  After a while I
told my dad I was tired and was goin' to get a shower and go to bed.  I was
hoping that Larry would take the hint and follow me.  When I walked out of
the bathroom I had on my sleeping shorts.  Larry came out of the room
headed to the shower and said 'in a couple' as he passed me.

I figured my dad wouldn't worry about checking on me, he never did.  I
couldn't remember the last time he ever came in to tuck me in or even say
goodnight.  I dropped the shorts and lay on top of the bed.  With my legs
pulled up so my feet were flat on the sheet, Larry would have a perfect
view of the whole package.  Truth was, after talking last night and a lot
of thinking today, if Uncle Ray had been around I would have climbed across
the supper table and jumped his bones.  The other thing was that I kinda
spilled my guts last night.  Tonight was Larry's turn to spill a little.

Larry came in and when he saw me I saw a smile break out on his face.  He
unhitched the towel and stood there in all his naked glory.  I told him to
lock the door in case one of 'em decided to walk in.

"If they try to come in they might get mad when they find the door locked."
He complained.

"Larry, how do you think they'll act if they come in and find us both
naked?  If they come we can grab some shorts and unlock it. Tell 'em you
locked it while we was gettin' dressed and forgot to unlock it.  Parents
always buy that kinda story. "

When I said that to him he just walked over and locked the door and turned
out the light.  Without asking me he just laid down on my bed.  He made
sure he was close enough that our sides touched.  I didn't object but moved
over to give him some more room.  He scooted over more.  I lay there a
moment when I decided it was his turn to spill his guts.

"Larry?"

"Yeah."

"You gonna tell me 'bout Ben?  I told you 'bout Uncle Ray"

"Yeah, but...well, ya know...I'm afraid you might hate me if I tell."

"Larry, remember me?  I'm the one walked in and found him layin' behind you
in bed one afternoon.  My guess from the way his butt was movin' was that
he wasn't exactly scratching your arm."

Larry started laughing then.  "Yeah, I remember.  That was the day we
forgot to lock the door.  You're right, he wasn't exactly scratchin' my
arm, he was scratchin' another itch."

Then Larry got more serious.  "You know how you said you liked Ray to hold
you 'cause you felt secure and like somebody cared?  Well, that's what it
was like for me with Ben.  You know, I never had many friends at school or
anywhere else.  As far back as I can remember I've been teased by other
kids -- beat up a few times, too.  I've known for a long time I wasn't like
most of 'em, but it wasn't right for 'em to treat me like that."

"Ben was different.  He at least talked to me and didn't tease me any.  He
accepted me the way I was.  I never really figured out if he was gay, too,
or just horny as hell all the time."

"Larry, did you ever think that maybe he was nice cause he just wanted to
fuck ya?"

"Sometimes I thought about it.  Thing is, though, we were friends and did
things together at school and after school for a long time before we
started foolin' around.  We were at the pool one day swimmin' and both
needed to piss, so we went to the boy's room.  I couldn't help it.  When he
dropped his shorts to pee I looked over and, well, I guess I kinda stared
and caught my breath.  That kid had the biggest package I'd ever seen on
somebody his size.  He saw me lookin' and I thought I'd lost a friend.
Instead, he looked at me and smiled."

"Ain't nothin', man," he said to me.  I remember it like it was yesterday.
"You ought'a see my older brothers.  My oldest brother's looks like a log.
I'm gonna get that big one day, too, I hope."

"The only thing I could think of to say was ask him if it got bigger how
was he gonna pack it away.  He laughed and told me to come over to his
house if I really wanted to see somethin'."

"Did ya go then?"

"Uh-uh.  I went the next day.  The first thing I saw was he had two
brothers.  Since his dad was in school, his mom worked all day and the
oldest brother played baby sitter.  When we got near his place he took his
shirt off.  I wondered why he didn't wait till he got home, but it didn't
mean nothin'.  When we walked in there was his two older brothers.  They
was both naked and laid back on the couch.  First thing I saw was that Ben
didn't lie.  Both his brothers was hung, and I do mean hung.  They were a
gay boy's dream."

"What'd you do?"  I was layin' next to him listening to him talk and wanted
to get off so bad I could hardly stand it.  Thing is, I wanted to hear more
and jackin' right then would stop the story.  I wondered if he was telling
me the truth, but after a while I didn't care.  It was hot.

"I got naked with 'em.  He told his oldest brother I was the kid that he'd
told 'em about.  They just looked at me and said to get comfortable and
we'd watch a movie.  His oldest brother put on a porn tape of boys and men.
I nearly went crazy watchin' it.  I sat there with a hard on the whole
time.  They sat there laughin' at the action and strokin' themselves during
the whole thing and then shot off at the end.  I couldn't shoot, but I did
have a great dry one."

"Brad, you remember how I didn't want to come home after school and you
thought it was 'cause I wanted to stay away from you?  Well, now you know
the real reason.  I went home with Ben a lot and we did the same thing
every day."

"Damn, Larry," I exclaimed, "you mean all this time you been goin' to his
place and watchin' fuck films and havin' sex?"

"Well, not the whole time.  It was almost a month before we started
touchin' each other.  His brothers started foolin' around in front of us
givin' one another blow jobs and we just figured, why not?  You wouldn't
believe the shit his brothers taught us.  His oldest brother sometimes
stayed in Ben's room with us and coached us.  He'd get so hot watchin' that
sometimes he'd jack off and shoot all over us.  Ben and me got excited
knowin' he was watchin'."

"Larry, stop!  Man, you got me so worked up I'm 'bout to go nuts."

Truth was that right after he started talkin' I'd started playin' with
myself.  It didn't take long that I was doin' it subconsciously.  The other
thing that didn't take long was for me to get so I was ready to go over the
edge just thinkin' about it.  I needed relief so bad I couldn't stand it,
but I wasn't sure what to do with him there.  The indecision lasted about
thirty seconds when he decided for me.

Larry turned around in the bed so his head was near my package.  I wondered
if he thought I was going to do anything with him.  The thought also
occurred to me that he might be as excited as I was at that point. Did he
think I was going to 'sixty-nine' with him?  I could see him enough to see
the shadow of his head move over me.  Next thing I knew I almost shot out
of the bed.

"OHHHHHH FUUUUUCCCCCKKKK!  SHIIIIIIT MAN!  OHHH GAAAHHDD!"

What a feeling.  I didn't know what he did but it was fantastic and then
some.  I lay there panting and grabbed a fistful of sheets.  Lucky for both
of us my exclamations were just loud whispers or our folks would have been
breaking a door down.

"Like that?  Ben's brother showed it to me.  I just spit on the head and
used my thumb to rub it in.  Great, isn't it?"

"Ohhhhhh gaaaahhhdd, man.  That's unreal. Ohhhh, fuuuuccckkk.
Yeeeeeaaaahhh, keep goin', ohhhhh
shiiiitt---oooohhhhh----mmmmmpppphhh---mmmmmmppphh--ohhh--
ohhhhhh-oooooooooohhhhhhhh-gaaaahhhhhhdd----aaaaahhhhhhhh---- mmmmmpppphhh"

I lay there moaning and panting in pure ecstasy.  He kept massaging just
the head, stopping only to add a little more spit.  Then I felt him
massaging my balls.  I couldn't believe what this kid knew how to do.  This
whole time I thought he was just a dumb fuck.  Well, if he was, he was a
talented dumb fuck.

"Ohhhhhhh, Larry, stooooopppp man, yyeeeaaahhh, oooooooooo,mmmmmppphhh, I'm
there, maaan, I'm there---ohhhh yeeeeaaaaahhh---aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh!"

I lay there covered in sweat and panting.  I had no idea where I was, but I
knew I'd just visited heaven.  Boy, had I ever underestimated my
step-brother!  As I settled down and caught my breath I remembered him.

"Oh, man, you are good.  What about you?  You need to get a nut?"

"Uh-uh.  I took care of myself while I watched you.  You really get worked
up don't ya?"

"Shit, man.  That felt great.  I can't believe I been missin' out on this
all this time.  But it ain't right.  You did me, I should do somethin' for
you."

"That's alright. I jacked off while I did you.  You don't need to do
anything with me, least not right now.  Brad, there is one ting I'd like if
you'd do it.  Can I sleep next to you and you hold me?  That's what Ben did
for me.  That's what made me feel secure like Ray does for you."

"Yeah, come on.  You can spoon into me if you want."

Larry lay his head on the pillow and moved back until he was against me.  I
put my left arm around him and let it lie over his stomach.  I didn't think
I would ever do this with anyone 'cept Uncle Ray.  Truth is, it felt good,
but not the same as with Uncle Ray.  With Uncle Ray I was the one that felt
loved and secure.

"Brad, tomorrow night, if you want I'll tell you about a game me and Ben
liked to play, it was hot."


End Ch Twenty-Four

To Be Continued: comments welcome; contact Dwight Wilson at
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