Date: Wed, 29 Nov 2006 15:52:27 -0800 (PST)
From: adm2780 <adm2780@yahoo.com>
Subject: Brads Idol Ch Twenty-five

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Chapter Twenty-Five: Brad's Idol


BAM!  BAM!  BAM!  "Wake up sleepy heads.  Breakfast is gettin' cold and
there's work to be done"

That was Kathy.  She needs to talk to Uncle Ray about how you wake somebody
affects their mood for the day.  Her way was enough to put anybody in a
rotten mood.  When I opened my eyes, Larry was still next to me with me on
my back and him layin' with his arm over my chest.  At first I wasn't sure
I liked this but then I remembered last night and what he did.  We were
both butt naked and sporting full morning salutes.  Funny, either he didn't
here his mom or he was a good pretender 'cause he didn't move. I reached
down and pushed his full salute down to point at his feet and then let go.
He woke up.

"Owww!  That hurts. What'd you do that for?"

"Your mom just banged on the door and said breakfast was gettin' cold.
Besides, I gotta pee and need to get up.  Let's go."

We got up and he started to walk out naked in full salute status.  I told
him he better at least put some underwear on.  That's when he told me he
used to walk out like this all the time and his mom would see and didn't
saying anything.  I told him his mom might not but if my dad saw him he
might heat up his butt.

"When I was four and we lived with my grandparents on the farm my grandpa
let me run through the sprinkler naked.  When dad saw me he got mad and
told me to wear pants or I couldn't play anymore.  Let's face it, its been
hard tryin' to keep one parent satisfied, now we got two of 'em to worry
about.  Let's make a deal, I'll try to cover your ass with my dad and you
do the same for me with your mom."

The deal was made.  Funny, who ever thought wimp boy and me would be makin'
a deal to protect one another?  He grabbed a suit of underwear and I
grabbed shorts to head for the bathroom.  He saw I didn't grab any
underwear and I told him I liked to go commando.  He told me they called it
free-ballin'.  Whatever they called it, I didn't like wearin' the
underwear, plus, there was no way I was wearin' blue shorts with cartoon
characters

After relieving the pressure I grabbed my tennis shoes and headed to the
kitchen.  I thought about a shirt but figured it was hot enough nobody
would bother me.  Dad and I used to sit around without 'em all the
time. Uncle Ray and I sat around without 'em, and a lot more, all the time.
Larry followed my example about the shirt.  Boy was he skinny.  This kid
was nothin' but skin and bone with no definition.  I didn't know then what
he did about the under shorts, that was his problem.

"Okay, guys, hurry up and eat.  Brad, your dad has a present for you after
you finish breakfast.  He's out in the garage.  He's got one for you, too,
Larry.  So, hurry it up."

Present?  That sounded good to me.  When I got out to the garage I wondered
how I could be so dumb.  Dad was working on assembling a new lawn mower.
The other present was an edger.  Sometimes I thought grownups had a warped
sense of humor.  Why didn't they just say the lawn needed to be cut and
edged and tell us it was our job from now on.  It wasn't like I hadn't done
it before, Uncle Ray saw to that.

We played with our new presents for the rest of the morning.  The yard was
mess and took more time than normal.  Turns out Larry had never had to cut
a yard before and was trying to claim he didn't know how.  No way was he
bailin' on me.  I gave him instructions like he was somebody that didn't
know how to tell when it was light or dark down to the part of how to pull
a rope.  I told him the hardest part was to move the handle to the three
letters that read 'r-u-n'.  Put it there and pull the rope and you'd be
surprised what happened.

Larry finally gave in and figured he had no choice helping to cut the yard.
He may have been able to con his mom, but Dad and me wasn't having anything
to do with that crap.  I got a little pissed with him and told him just
when I thought that maybe he might be a decent kid to know he started
acting like a wimp.  That pretty much took care of our understanding and he
didn't try to bail on me anymore.

When we finished we were both hot, sweaty and dirty.  We had cut grass and
dirt from head to toe.  I kicked off my shoes and grabbed the hose for a
quick rinse.  Larry stood there looking at me like I was nuts.  He wanted
to go inside for a warm shower.  I told him he was acting like a moron,
only sissies did that.  Holding the hose over my head I let the water run
down and brushed the mess off.  Wet from head to toe including my shorts I
put the hose down my pants for a thorough cleaning front and rear.

After I finished cleaning out my crack I pointed the hose at the wimp and
let him have it.  God, you woulda thought he was gonna melt or die or
somethin' the way he hollered.  Dad walked out about then and thought the
same as me, Larry was acting a little too effeminate for comfort.  Dad told
him to stop squealin' or he'd get a scrub brush and give him somethin' to
squeal about.  He finally took the hose and cleaned himself off and , I
think to show he could act like a boy, put the nozzle down his pants.  I
swear I saw a smile on his face when he stuck the hose in his crack.  When
he finished I told him he better get some dry clothes 'cause if he was
wearin' any underwear he'd soon have a diaper rash.

We were so messy Kathy wouldn't let us in the house for lunch.  She gave us
sandwiches and a drink and told us to find a spot in the yard.  We found a
good spot in the side yard away from the house where we could sit on the
grass and be comfortable.  Since no one was around I decided to follow
though with last night's conversation.  I have to admit he had me curious
about the games they played.

"Lar, no ones here but us, talk to me.  Last night you said somethin' about
games you played?"

Larry looked around to be sure no one was near, then turned his back on the
house.  "Yeah, some of 'em just me and Ben played, other times it was all
of us.  They had one they liked to play called 'wrestle to the blow'.  Ben
would wrestle one of his brothers and I'd hafta wrestle the other one.
We'd wrestle until they pinned us or we hollered uncle.  Most of the time
they made sure we hollered 'uncle'.  The loser had to blow the winner.  You
can guess who did most of the blowin'. Once in a while they'd let us win to
keep us from hollerin' they was unfair.  They just didn't want us to stop
blowin' 'em."

Another game we played was when the older boys wrestled one another and me
and Ben wrestled each other.  They called that one "wrestle to the fuck".
Guess what happened to the loser."

"You're kiddin'," was the only response I could muster.

"No.  I'm not kiddin'.  Biggest problem was I still had my cherry and
didn't know how to do what they was talkin' about.  They thought that was
funny.  Actually, it was embarrassing.  The first time I couldn't do it.
Ben was too big, so we changed the game to 'wrestle to the stretch'.  Every
time I lost I had to wear this butt plug that stretched me open.  After a
couple weeks they started giving me en'mas to clean me out and then they'd
finger me."

"The en'mas felt good long they was warm.  Each time they started with one
finger and ended with two or three, depending on how tight I was.  Man, it
was hot.  They knew how to find the prostate gland.  Ben and one brother
held me down why the other stuck his finger in and massaged the prostate.
I'd be on the floor screaming and trying to get free.  Sometimes I'd scream
so loud they stuffed my underwear in my mouth.  It didn't hurt, actually it
felt great.  Problem was since I couldn't shoot they just kept going and I
kept feeling these thrills till I was worn out."

"Brad-----Larry---where are you?  Time to come in."  Kathy called us in.

Damn!  Right when everything was getting super hot and I was all boned up,
Kathy calls us.  We just had lunch, why was she callin' us in?

"Boys," Kathy continued, "time to get cleaned up and dressed.  We're going
school clothes shopping this afternoon.  You need to get cleaned up and
then make an inventory of what you have.  I want to get this done before
the last minute.  I hate fighting last minute crowds."

"Yes Ma'am," Larry said and we both left.

Larry went to our room and I went to the bathroom.  I wanted to be first to
get a shower 'cause I was so boned up from him talkin'.  After a quick
shower and taking care of business, I wrapped a towel around me and headed
for the room.  When I got there the door was locked.  I tapped on the door
and whispered for him to let me in.  When I heard the lock snap I opened
the door and walked in to a naked Larry.

"What are you doin' man?  The door was locked."  I asked him.

"I locked it while I was changing clothes and forgot to unlock it."  The
wise ass smiled while he repeated what I told him last night.

"Yeah, I know.  You probably got all hot and bothered like me sittin' out
side talkin' about what you did with Ben and his brothers.  Probably did
the same thing as me to take care of it too."  Then we both started
laughing that knowing laugh.

I dropped the towel and looked in my drawer for my special cut jogging
shorts.  When I put them on I think he started to drool.

"Brad, where'd you get those?  I never seen any cut like that."

"Won't neither," I answered, "Uncle Ray got me the shorts and I did the
special cuts.  Like 'em?  I got another pair."

"Yeah, Ben probably woulda invited you to his house if he'd seen you
wearin' these.  I don't believe your dad lets you wear these."

"Why, there's nothin' wrong with 'em.  I wore 'em on the cruise ship and in
Mexico this summer.  All I did was cut the butt support out and split 'em a
little more up the side.  Here, try these when you get your shower."

Larry practically ran down to the bathroom.  In no time a dripping Larry
came back wearin' the special cut shorts and thought he looked hot.  He
deliberately walked out to see if his mom would say anything.  I heard her
when she saw him.

"Careful, kid, might get a cold butt wearin' those things."

When he came back we both rolled in the floor laughing.

***

"Uncle Ray?"

"Hey, kiddo.  How ya' doin'?"

"Uncle Ray, miss you.  When are ya comin' here?"

"Do you remember me sayin' Ocotober?"

"Yeah, but that's too long.  I been doin' what you wanted.  Me and Larry
been talkin' and getting' along a lot better.  In fact, we get along real
good now."

"Really.  And what great revelation brought this about?  Before, the two of
you were like mortal enemies.  Now after just a few days the two of you are
bosom buddies?"

"We weren't that bad, Uncle Ray.  We just talked and found out we had a lot
more in common than we thought.  We even worked together to put stuff on
our walls.  In fact, we don't mind sharin' a room no more."

"God, will miracles never cease.  What brought all this about?"

'I can't tell ya on the phone.  I'll tell you when we're together.  I did
find out he likes to sleep naked too, and he really likes my special cut
jogging shorts."

"Oh my God, Brad have you started corrupting that boy?"

"More like the other way 'round.  He's cruptin' me.  Can't you come in
September and maybe I can come see you in October?  I really need a weekend
with just the two of us."

"Brad," Uncle Ray was now using his serious voice, "if your dad can tell me
that you and Larry have been able to work things out so there's peace, and
thee's no hassles with school, then I'll arrange to come down the third
weekend in September.  As for October, we'll talk about it then, okay?"

"Yeah, I guess so.  We're goin' out to buy school clothes in a few.  I've
never done that with anyone but you.  S'pose I don't like what she wants me
to get?"

"Then take it anyway with a smile.  You take it home and put it in the
drawer or hang it in the closet.  There's no rule says you have to pull it
out.  Besides, you should have quite a few clothes.  Heaven knows there's
no way you're going to wear your clothes out up hear.  In fact you hardly
wear them much less wear them out."

"Uncle Ray, you're teasin' me again."

"Would I do that?"

"Yeah, and it's not nice.  I'll be good, I promise.  But, try to come down?
Please?"

"I'll see what we can work out.  You just keep bein' good okay?'

"Yeah.  They're callin' me to go shoppin' now.  Love ya, Uncle Ray."

"Love you, too.  Remember, I have faith in my boy, okay?"

"Okay.  And, Uncle Ray, I like it when call me your boy.  Bye."

Kathy asked me who was on the phone.  Logical question I guess since we
didn't know nobody here yet.  I told her Uncle Ray said I could call
collect and he might come for a visit in September.  She just said okay and
kept goin'.  I thought September was pretty good until I realized we were
still talkin' another four weeks till he'd be here.

When she asked about the phone I got worried about what she heard.  I
talked so Uncle Ray would know what I meant and thought nobody would get
the same message.  I'd just told Uncle Ray I was at the horny toad stage
and needed him to play for a whole weekend.  When she didn't say anything I
knew she didn't get it.

The clothes we picked out weren't too bad.  After all, jeans are jeans,
right?  Same with tennis shoes and under shorts.  Even if we could afford
to get the fancy name jeans and shoes, I wouldn't.  Uncle Ray says that's
bein' too pretentious and snobbish.  Besides, he could always find better
things to do with the money like get another car toy or take a trip.
Kathy's idea of a nice shirt to wear left a little to be desired.

Kathy's idea of a nice shirt was good for a first grader.  I now knew why
Larry had drawers that were blue with cartoon characters.  When she
suggested I get a shirt with a picture of a cartoon character I just asked
her if she was kidding.  I told her that's what little kids wore and why
Larry got picked on in school.  I don't know if the first reason meant
anything, but the second one hit home.  She asked Larry and he confirmed it
to her.  Then she started in wanting to know why he hadn't said something
before.  God help us all.

I led Kathy over to another stack of shirts and told her this is what the
big boys wore.  She picked one up and said it was still and cartoon
character.  Trying to explain to her there is a big difference between a
cartoon character and a video game character was like talking to a wall.
She finally let me and Larry pick out our own shirts.  I just told him
nothing in pink.  The big advantage here was we didn't have to hide any or
make up a story why we didn't wear a particular shirt.  Kathy said if there
was a problem down the road to remember who picked them out and learn to
live with it.  Fair enough.

That night we lay in bed, he was close enough to touch me and I didn't move
this time.  All this talk was getting' me worked up and I liked feelin' him
touching me.  I lay on my back and he was on his side facing me with his
head propped in his hand.  I wanted to know more and was really getting
jealous that he'd done so much more than me.  After all, I was older than
him.

"Larry, you said Ben and his brothers finger fucked you and made you wear a
stretcher?"

"Yeah, they were too big for me to handle in my butt.  They put a plug in
me that adjusted to different sizes.  I'd wear it for a couple hours at a
time.  They used their fingers to stretch the muscle too."

"Didn't it hurt?"

"At first, it hurt a little.  They didn't try stretchin' a whole lot at one
time.  After about two weeks of doin' it after school they started stickin
a candle in me.  It felt funny, but didn't hurt.  They said the candle was
the size of a normal dick.  They'd put it in me then start pumpin' me with
it.  After a while they'd twist it from side to side to loosen me up some
more.  This went on for a couple weeks usin' different size candles.  Then
I tried it with Ben again.  Oh man, it didn't compare."

"I was scared.  In fact, I was so scared I was shakin', but I'd seen boys
smaller than me doin' it in the films so I figured if they could do it so
could I.  Before we started though I drank a beer to help me relax and they
gave me three enemas to clean me out.  When we did try I laid over the edge
of the bed.  The films showed these guys or boys layin' on what they called
a horse.  It was this big padded thing with legs.  You laid on it with your
feet on the ground and your hands tied to the front legs.  Sometimes they
showed boys with their legs tied too."

"Anyway, when we started he tongued me to get me good and hot.  Then he
smeared some Vaseline on me and said he put a bunch on his dick too so it'd
be slippery and not hurt so much.  They told me to push out like I was
tryin' to take a dump and when I did Ben would push in.  We had to try
three or four times but then the head slipped in, but I'm not sure how far.
I could feel my hole open, it felt like this huge turd tryin' to move
backwards.  But it felt good at the same time."

"He'd push some and stop to let me get used to it.  It'd hurt a little but
not too bad 'cause I'd been stretched.  I don't know how many times he'd
say push and then we'd stop.  Finally, I could feel his legs touch mine and
I knew he was in me.  I felt so full, but at the same time warm.  When he
got all the way in I had tears runnin' but I wasn't cryin'.  He laid on my
back and started kissin' my shoulders.  Just like we'd seen in his brothers
films.  While he was doin' this his brothers was on each side of me
talkin', tellin' me to relax and enjoy it.  Easy for them to say, it wasn't
their butt getting' filled."

"Larry, wait a minute.  You got me so hard my dick's gonna blow apart.
Give me a minute to rest will ya?"

Larry didn't give me minute.  He turned around so his head was near my
crotch.  He spit on his thumb and started rubbing it into the oversensitive
head.  I nearly flew off the bed.

"Oooohhhh, ggaaaahhhhdd, Larry, ooohhhhh ffffuuuuucckkk, ooooooooo, that's
nice, yeeeaaaahhhh, do it maaaan, do it goooood, mmmmmpppphhhh, mmmmm---
mmmmmm---oooooooohhhh shiiiiiiiit, fuuuuuuuuuuccck-----"

"Anyway, once he was in," Larry kept talking while he drove me nuts, "he
laid on top of me for a few minutes and then began a long slow pistoning
motion.  I wasn't sure I liked it at first but after a few strokes I got
accustomed to his size and after that I couldn't wait for him to do me
again.  That first time took for ever and I hit so many home runs that I
lost count."

"ohhhhh ffuuuuuuccckkk, Larrry, yeeeeeaaaaahhhh, OOOOOHHHHHH
GGGAAAAAHHHDDD, ------shit --- fuck --- shit---do me-dooooo meeee"

Lar was giving me the most incredible feelings.  This was just plain raw
sex like I'd never felt before.  Not that sex with Uncle Ray wasn't good,
it was tender and nice.  This was rough and raw and fantastic.  I knew what
I wanted from Uncle Ray next time.  Without thinking I reached over and
began to fondle and work on him.  Before I knew what I was doing, while he
sent shock waves through me, I began to give him a blow job.  We finished
in the sixty-nine position with two of my fingers up his butt.

"Oh man, that was unreal.  Those boys did teach you good, didn't they."

"Yeah, and you give pretty good head too."

Just then it struck me what I'd done.  I could only hope he hadn't figured
out how I learned.  There was something else I needed to know.  "Larry,
when Ben fucked you didn't it hurt?"

"At first it hurt some.  Especially that first time, that's why it took so
long.  After we did it a few times I could take him in one straight stroke
all the way in.  We did it with me free or sometimes they'd tie me to the
headboard.  Then I learned to do it on my back.  My favorite position
though was on my side.  When I was on my side I could feel him rubbing me
from my shoulders to my feet.  Sometimes he'd swing a leg over my top leg,
and that was hot.  When he peaked out he'd bite down on my shoulder real
hard.  It hurt some but I loved knowing I was his bitch.  We played sex
slave sometimes, too, but I really liked being his boy toy."

"I loved to feel him touching me.  He laid on his side behind me and when
he was pumping my insides felt great and I'd feel his smooth skin rubbing
me.  I could also stretch out and control the pressure in my butt holding
him.  He'd wrap his arms around me and rub me all up and down my front
while kissing the back of my neck.  Sometimes he'd grab my chin and turn my
head so he could rim my ear.  With him holdin' me that way I just felt like
there was no one else in the world but us.  Now it's gone."

Larry was crying a little and I had to feel sorry for him.  His security
blanket was gone, mine was up the road and I'd see him sometime.  When he
finished the story he turned around and I spooned him into me.  With his
head on my shoulder I layed one arm across his chest and the other over his
stomach.  I gently ran my fingers up and down the front of him.

"Lar, what kind of a game is 'sex slave'?"

End Ch Twenty-Five

To Be Continued: comments welcome, contact Dwight Wilson at
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