Date: Mon, 4 Dec 2006 16:51:27 -0800 (PST)
From: adm2780 <adm2780@yahoo.com>
Subject: Brads Idol  Ch Twenty-Six

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Chapter Twenty-Six: Brad's Idol


"Uncle Ray, are you comin' down next week?"

"Yes, I'll be there around dinner time.  Do you have something special in
mind you want?"

"Yeah, Larry won't be here. He and Laura have to go visit their dad that
weekend.  It'll just be me and you in the bedroom.  We need to talk some."

"Okay, I won't ask you what we need to talk about.  We'll get into that
when I get there.  I do have one question though, how are you doing in
school?  You know, any trips you get to make to visit me will depend on
those grades, don't you?"

"Uncle Ray, that's not fair," I complained, "Why is it everything I want to
do depends on my school grades?"

"Brad," Uncle Ray started with his 'I'm serious' tone, "the only major
responsibility you have is school.  If you can't be responsible enough to
get at least a 'B' average, what makes you think you'll be able to take
care of yourself in the future?  Asking for a 'B' average is not
unreasonable.  Sure beats the alternative of having your dad beat your
butt, doesn't it?"

"Yes, sir, I guess so.  Guess you'll want a report from my teachers?"

"No, not right now, unless you think I need to see one.  I'm talking to
your dad about letting you come for a visit on the three-day weekend you
get next month.  To get the visit, get the grades."

"I will, I swear."

 I needed to talk with Uncle Ray.  There's no way I could talk to my dad.
He'd kill all of us.  Three weeks I spent listening to Larry tell me what
he did with Ben and his brothers.  Sometimes I thought he knew how crazy it
was makin' me and he just kept going to find out when I would tell him I'd
heard enough.  Problem is, by the time I got to that point I'd be so horny
I needed or wanted to hear more and more.  His stories of them makin' him
their sex slave would leave me in heat for three days.

Uncle Ray, as promised, arrived just before dinner time.  Larry and Laura
had left right after school, so it was just the four of us.  Dad wanted to
sit around and talk about the football team back at university and how they
should do in the game to be played on Saturday.  Being the only kid in the
house and having something else on my mind, the evening dragged.

I sat on the sofa leaning against Uncle Ray and enjoying the arm he had
around my shoulder.  Not caring about their conversation I would run my
fingers through the hair on his arm, just barely touching his skin so it
would tickle.  Sometimes, when dad wasn't looking, he would tickle my
package through my jeans with his finger tips.  When he did this I always
squirmed and then elbowed him.  As the night wore on Dad said it was my
bedtime.  I objected since it was Friday night until we reached the point
where he gave me his 'I don't want to hear it' look and I had to go to bed.

He finally came to bed.  I don't know what time it was, but as hard as I
tried to stay awake for him, I still fell asleep.  Aware that he was in
Larry's bed, I got up and crawled on top of him.  He wrapped his arms
around me and it felt good.

"Hey, boy, when did you start wearin' sleeping shorts to bed?"

"I didn't know if dad would come in so I wore 'em," I answered, "Take 'em
off for me."

His hands felt warm and smooth as they slipped under the waistband and down
my butt.  He held each cheek and squeezed before he pushed the shorts down.
When he had me naked I settled down on top with my head on his chest.  The
soft hairs pressing against my face felt good and the warmth of his body
felt comfortable.  Without me asking he began to scratch my butt, just like
he has done over the years.  My reaction was the same as it had been over
the years.

I lay on him whimpering and squirming as he made me comfortable, I felt his
hand slide down my crack, over the treasure, and begin to massage my
perineum.  Larry may have liked the games he played with Ben and his
brothers, but nothing compared to the feelings of comfort and security this
always gave me.  As he gave me these good feelings he whispered words of
comfort telling me how good I smelled and how I was his boy, now and
forever.  Whimpering like a lost puppy while running my fingers through his
hair and playing with his nipple I slipped off to sleep.

"Good morning, sleepy head," His typical morning greeting. "How's my boy?"
My favorite part of the greeting.

"Sleepy," was all I could manage as a reply.  I woke cradled in his arms.
I remembered lying on top of him, now I was on my right side with my left
arm wrapped around his chest and left leg caught between his legs.  He held
me close with one hand cupping a cheek.  I lay there smelling him and
remembering how good it felt to be with him last night.  We didn't play
like I wanted, but this was good too.

I was awake, drifting through no-where land when I felt his fingers running
through my hair.  Why would I want to get up from here?  His fingers
trailed over my head and then I felt them running down my back.  He began
rubbing my back in a circular motion; this is how he always woke me.
Eventually I did open my eyes and looked up at him.  After a moment I
wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him on the cheek.

"Love you, Uncle Ray."

"Love you, too, boy.  Will you always be my boy?"  To this I only gave him
a tighter hug.  "I heard someone moving around in the kitchen.  It's time
for us to get up.  Put on your shorts and head to the bathroom to take care
of your problem.  Then go out and tell whoever is up I'll be out soon.  I
need to shower and shave before dressing."

Kathy was up and in the kitchen when I went out.  She was pulling things
out for breakfast.  Now, Kathy really tried and I did too, encouraged by
threats of bodily harm to my own being from my dad and Uncle Ray, if I
didn't try.  However, if Kathy's life depended on her being able to fix a
good cup of coffee, she'd be a goner.  One thing Dad and Uncle Ray had in
common is both wanted that cup of coffee first thing in the morning or they
could be a little grumpy.

I fixed the coffee, having been well trained from an early age by both dad
and Uncle Ray on the proper way to make a good brew, and took a cup into
the bedroom for Uncle Ray.  He was in the shower so I left it on the
dresser and headed out for the paper.  When I walked outside I couldn't
believe what was in the driveway.  This thing was sporty, it was cute, and
it was definitely hot.  There was only one person this could belong to.  I
grabbed the paper and ran back to the bedroom.  Flinging the door open I
didn't even think of closing it while he dried off and dressed.

"Uncle Ray, that your car?"

"Brad, what are you talking about?  What car?"

"Uncle Ray, you know what car," I answered trying to sound a little
exasperated, but I was too excited.  "The brown one in the driveway."

"Well, sounds to me like you've already figured out the answer to your own
question.  No need for me to answer."

"Uncle Ray, stop, you're teasin' me again.  What is it?  I've never seen
anything like that."

He turned and smiled as he looked at my excitement.  "You won't find
another one like it.  That is a car I had built just for me.  It's a
replica of a '52 MG-TD which is a British sports car.  Each replica is hand
built and set to the owner's specifications.  When they are setting the
seat and firewall, you have to go to the factory for measurements.  The car
is built to fit the way I like to sit and drive.  It's a fiberglass body
over a VW frame with a slightly modified motor and suspension system.  It
will trot.  Biggest problem is it trots too fast with those pontoon
fenders.  I'm sending it back for the air foil below the radiator to be
modified to hold the front end better.  You understood all that, right?"

"No. When can we go for a ride?"

"Your dad and I thought we'd take it out this morning after breakfast.  You
were included in the conversation, but you have to sit in the middle and
it'll be a little crowded."

"I don't care.  Can I shift?"  I was so excided over this I would agree to
any thing.

"Well, I'll tell you two things.  First, thanks for the cup of coffee.
Second, you might want to get dressed."

I forgot I was wearin' my sleepin' shorts.  It only took a minute to shuck
those and grab a pair of khakis, anklets, and shoes.  Uncle Ray saw me
dressed and started laughing.

"What?" I asked.

"I see you're still goin' commando."

"Yeah, it's called 'free ballin'."

We headed to the kitchen for some breakfast.  Kathy wasn't in there so
Uncle Ray just grabbed a pan and eggs.  We soon had fried eggs and toast
with juice and coffee.  Dad came in while we were eating and sat down with
his coffee, waiting on us.  They both told me to slow down more than once,
the car wasn't going anywhere and they wouldn't leave me.  Yeah, like I
hadn't heard that one before.

On the way out the door Kathy called out for me to get a shirt.  She didn't
understand that the three of us never wore a shirt when riding in a
convertible ^Ö Dad said it was a sin to waste the sun.  I started to say
something when I felt a hand with a strong grip on each shoulder and
simultaneously they said 'go' in my ears.  I grabbed a shirt and waved it
at her as I ran out the door to catch up.  She said for me to get a shirt,
she never said I had to put it on.  When I got outside, Dad and Uncle Ray
were sitting in the car shirtless.

The car was built for two people, but we never let anything like that stop
us.  The bottom of the seat was like two bucket seats, but the back went
all the way across and was dished out where you'd sit.  The middle may not
have been the most comfortable, but who cared at that point.  The only bad
moment was in the beginning when I almost got my nuts cracked shifting into
fourth gear.  A slight adjustment on the sitting position took care of that
problem.

If this thing couldn't fly, it didn't really matter 'cause it sure felt
like it.  Running down the highway people were turning to look at us and
lot of 'em waved.  To be courteous I waved back.  Uncle Ray laughed and
said he wondered what the people would think if they knew it was just a
dolled up VW.  We drove north for a long way when we turned off and headed
for A-1-A that ran along the ocean.  About the time we saw the ocean Uncle
Ray stopped and let dad drive.  This wasn't as much fun 'cause he wanted to
shift his own gears.  It was more dangerous too 'cause he wasn't careful to
avoid the delicate parts of me.

Somewhere along the trip, I have no idea where we were, Dad took the car
onto the beach.  I looked at Uncle Ray expecting his to object, but he said
the car was built of fiberglass and had undercoat protection.  As long as
Dad didn't drive in the water we were okay.  We stopped somewhere and had
lunch, walked on the beach some and skipped shells over the waves, and then
headed off again.  We got back close to home around mid-afternoon when Dad
stopped the car and got out.  I just looked at him and then Uncle Ray.  I
thought Uncle Ray would drive some more, but he didn't.

"Okay, kid, your turn.  Sit behind the wheel."  Uncle Ray said.

I couldn't believe my ears and just sat there looking at him.

"You've been wanting to do this, so let's do it. I know you didn't say
anything, but your dad and I could see it written all over your face.
Let's go."  Uncle Ray urged me on.

"You're really goin' to let me drive?"

"We're going to let you try.  You're the one always telling us how to
drive.  Now it's your turn for us to tell you everything you do wrong.  You
wanted it, you got it."

They didn't have to tell me again.  I did have a problem though.  My feet
were too short when I sat back.  Uncle Ray put his arm behind me to prop me
forward, my butt was parked in the palm of his hand.  It didn't take too
much stretching for me to look over the wheel.  Man, I couldn't believe
this.  I was goin' to show both of them I could drive just as good as them.
It worked too, until I tried to let the clutch out.  I stalled the car
twice while traveling maybe ten feet.

"Brad, listen to me carefully.  Give the car some gas; let the tachometer
read around fifteen hundred.  Then let the clutch out real slow and it
shouldn't stall.  Coordinating the accelerator and clutch is something we
all have to learn and rarely get right the first time."

"I did."  My dad said.

"Bull shit."  replied Uncle Ray.  I laughed, but not too much.

I did like Uncle Ray said.  When I let the clutch out it wasn't the
smoothest possible, but the engine kept going.  After we got going he told
me to push the clutch in again and he shifted the gears for me, we repeated
this maneuver once more.  After we went down the road a little bit he had
me push the clutch in and let the car slow down.  As we approached the
corner I was to apply the brake softly.  When I applied the brake I almost
threw all of us through the windshield.

"God damn, boy.  When you get a license the state's goin' to arrest me for
creating a public nuisance and general endangerment."  What do you do?  We
all laughed.

We made several turns and I improved with each.  Soon I realized I hadn't
been keeping track of the turns and had no idea where we were.  Uncle Ray
said not to worry because he knew, and soon I'd see something I recognized.
He was right.  Soon we were approaching John's house.  He was outside with
his soccer ball watching his little step brother and sister.  He stopped
and stared.  I turned to make sure he got a good look at me driving and
waved.  I was so worried about him seeing me that when I turned I also
turned the wheel to the left a little and we were headed to the ditch.
Uncle Ray bailed me out without me lookin' bad in front of a friend.  Dad
split a gut laughing.

***

As usual, Dad called my bedtime before I was ready.  His theory was that if
I went to bed and it was dark and quiet, I'd fall asleep just like I did
the previous night.  This night, I planned ahead.  For supper, Dad grilled
steaks.  We had steak with salad and a potato.  Dad and Uncle Ray split a
six pack with theirs.  I had coke and plenty of it.  Uncle Ray came in and
when he was in bed I just crawled on top.

"Hey, kid, I thought you might be asleep."

"No way.  You and Dad had beer, I had coke.  Any idea how much caffeine and
sugar is in coke?  I got a long time before I'll be sleepy."

"And I suppose my boy has something in mind?"

"Yep.  It's horny toad time.  You can scratch my butt if you want to."

Wrapping his arms around me to keep me close, he rolled us onto our sides.
I lay on my right side with my face buried in his soft chest hair.  He
lifted my left leg and placed it between his legs.  The next thing I felt
was his finger running lightly up and down my crack sending chills through
me.  Squirming against him I rubbed myself against his fur and whimpered
like a puppy.  After a few minutes he pulled me up so we were face to face.

"You said there was something you wanted to talk about, are you ready to
talk?" he asked me.

"Kinda." Was my response.

"Kinda.  Does that mean this is one of those conversations where it's
easier for you if you don't have to look at me?"

"Well, kinda."  I answered.  He knew he was right, he also knew that I knew
it was one of those conversations that he might not be too happy about.  We
lay there for a couple more minutes with him running his fingers through my
hair.  Soon, his fingers ran through my hair and then down my back to
caress my crack again.

"I'll tell you what, son, you think about it and when you're ready I'm
here.  In the mean time I'll just enjoy the smell, feel and taste of my
boy.  Okay?"

He buried his face in the side of my neck.  I could hear and feel him take
deep breaths and let them out slowly.  After breathing this way four or
five times I felt his tongue begin to bathe my neck, cheek and ear.  His
tongue worked its way deep into my ear and I slipped into a world of
pleasure.  After a good rimming he worked his way down my chest.  His
tongue on my nip caused me to arch my back, trying to give him more of me,
as I took a quick breath and held it.  I rolled onto my back and spread my
arms and legs.  I was his boy and he could do whatever he wanted.  I wanted
him to do whatever he wanted because I knew it would be good.

As he gave me a tongue bath I told him about my conversations with Larry.
I told him the things Larry told me that he did with Ben and Ben's
brothers.  The porn films, the porn magazines, the blow jobs and butt
fuckin'.  He didn't really react to any of these.  He just continued to
give me thrills.  Then I told him about the games Larry and Ben played
together and with Ben's brothers.  He hesitated a little when I told him
the brothers would tie Larry up and Larry's favorite game with Ben was sex
slave.  When I finished he didn't say anything, he lay down facing me.

"And?" was all he said to me.

"What do you mean 'and'?" I said.

"Kid, you've told me all this for a reason.  The only thing you haven't
told me is what that reason is.  Do you want to tell me now or do I have to
guess?"

"Noooo. You don't have to guess.  Uncle Ray, promise you won't get mad at
me?"

"Brad, since when did you have to worry about me getting mad at you unless
you've been lying to me about something?  Have you been lying to me?"

"No.  I haven't lied to you.  But every time I try to say something like
this to you, you cut me off and won't let me finish."

"Okay, I promise not to stop you. I'll wait till you say you're finished.
Does that help?"

"Uncle Ray, Larry makes it all sound so good and hot.  When he tells me
those things they did I get so horny I think I'm gonna bust.  The part
about getting tied up and being a sex slave really sounds hot.  Uncle Ray,
I wanna know what it feels like to have a dick up my butt, and ^Å."

"Brad, haven't we^Å"

"See, you did it again.  You said you'd wait till I said I was finished.
Instead, you interrupted like always."

"Okay, I'm sorry.  You're right, I did say I'd wait.  Go ahead and finish."

What I noticed now is that he quit scratchin' my butt.  He was listenin',
but I didn't know if that was good or bad.  "Uncle Ray, you gotta get real.
You keep tryin' to protect me like I'm a little kid.  You did that before
and I had to say somethin', remember?  Now, you're doin' it again.  I'm not
a little kid.  Larry's youngerin' me and he's a 'sperienced bottom and
likes it.  He said it hurt some at first but after they got in him he said
it was nice.  I wanna know.  Now, I'd like it better if you'd show me
instead a me lettin' another boy do it, but I wanna know.  I want you to
pop my cherry."  I paused for a minute trying to read his reaction.  "Uncle
Ray, I'm finished.  Are you mad at me?"

I'd said what I wanted to say.  I lay there in his arms with tears welling
up and afraid of what he'd do.  When I asked him if he was mad at me he
just wrapped his arms around me and pulled me in close.

"Losin' my baby boy, aren't I?  And where on earth are you learning some of
these phrases you use?"

"Yeah, but can't I be your big boy?  Just think, we do this and I like it,
then we could really have some fun.  I can still be your boy."

He continued to hold me, taking deep breaths.  I'd swear he was cryin'
some, then he spoke to me.  "I'll make a deal with you.  You think about
this some more and then we'll talk about it when you come to visit.  I
won't say yes, but I won't say no right now.  If we do it you have to
promise that if it hurts you, you'll tell me so we can stop, okay?
Remember, I'll always love you and I don't need for you to give me your
treasure.  I'm happy just laying here holding you."

"I love you too, Uncle Ray.  When do I get to come up?"

"You're Dad and I talked.  If you can pull the 'B' average this grading
period he said he'd set it up so you can have a four day weekend.  It'll
have to be tied into a normal three day weekend and he'll let you miss one
day.  Your grades are due out next month, in three weeks I think.  So it'll
be right after that."

"Okay, I promise; I'll work for the grades and I won't do anything.  I want
it to be with you.  Uncle Ray, there's somethin' else I should tell you,
too.  I been foolin' around with Larry some."

"Are you telling me because you feel guilty?"

"No, I'm just tryin' to make sure you know I'm not hidin' anythin' or lyin'
to you.  We get to talkin' and like I said, sometimes I get real worked up,
and well, one thing leads to another and we just start playin'.  That
okay?"

"It's okay as long as you don't feel guilty about it.  It's normal for boys
when they get together to play some."

"Uncle Ray, we're boys and we're together.  Can we play some now?  I'm
still horny."

He chuckled and flipped me on my back; I was still on top of him.  He put
his legs over mine, pinning them down and spread them apart.  Then he put
his arms over my shoulders and pinned my arms down to his side.  It was
like I was strapped down like I saw in one of the magazines.  His finger
tips ran up and own my sides, over my package, pausing to tickle me.  When
he started using his fingernails to run up and down my sides I thought I
would go crazy.  I bit my lip to avoid making too much noise and lay there
whimpering and squirming.  He had done it again; I was his lost puppy.  If
he could make me feel this good playing this way, what would he do to me
when I visited him and he took my cherry?  Before I could think too much,
he flipped me upside down.

I straddled his chest with my knees on the bed.  When his tongue hit my
treasure hole and I felt it slip in I could have screamed.  Instead I lay
on him and reached for his tool.  I rubbed it against my cheek, enjoying
the warm feeling as his juice made a trail over my face.  I held his balls
and massaged them with my other hand.  He jumped as I kissed my way down
and back up the shaft and then began licking like an ice cream cone.  We
played real good that night.



End Chapter Twenty-Six

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