Date: Wed, 27 Dec 2006 05:42:45 -0800 (PST)
From: adm2780 <adm2780@yahoo.com>
Subject: Brads Idol  Ch Twenty-Nine

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Chapter Twenty-Nine: Brad's Idol


Somebody wrapped me up like a papoose, I couldn't even move my arms.  I
awoke and realized I was alone.  Uncle Ray got up whenever and must have
tucked me in; I could hear him talking in another room.  The clock said it
was 9:00 already.  He had me wrapped up nice and warm and cozy.  I felt
like staying there, but nature said I needed to get up or risk having a
damp bed.

After satisfying nature, I staggered into the living room.  He heard me
coming and moved the pillows so I could just plop down next to him, which I
did and leaned against him.

"Good morning, sleepy head." He sounded much too happy and cheerful.

"Hey," was all the reply I could get out.  Then after a couple of minutes,
"you left me alone."

"Yes, I did.  You were out like a light.  I figured I wore you out last
night.  Having fun can be tiring sometimes."

"What are you^Å..oh, yeah, I guess so." was my mumbled response.  It took a
moment for me to realize what he was talking about. "That wasn't a nice
thing to do to a little kid."

"What wasn't nice?  Letting you enjoy yourself or leaving you alone in
bed."

"Both," I answered, smiling and holding onto his arm.  "What's for
breakfast?"

He teased me. "You're not awake yet and you're worried about breakfast?"

"Having fun can be tiring but it makes you hungry too.  What's for
breakfast?"

"Come up here, kiddo."  He pulled me into his lap. "I hate to tell you this
but you smell like a combination of sweat and dried cum; you need a bath."

"It's your fault.  You did it.  You should give me bath and clean up your
mess," I suggested.

"You know, you're sitting in my lap.  It wouldn't take any effort for me to
pop that little bubble butt of yours.  I suggest you go get a bath and I'll
fix some bacon, eggs and toast."  He said this like this was one of his
non-negotiable issues.  "By the way, is your butt sore?"

"You mean from you havin' your finger in there?  No.  Thinkin' about it
though's startin' to get me goin' again," I grinned as I answered him.

"Then I suggest you take a cold shower and reduce your heat level because
I'm going to fix breakfast.  You go get a shower and be sure to shampoo."

"What about you?  You were sweatin' last night and got messy too."

"You'll notice that I don't stink.  I had a shower already.  Now, git."
With the last phrase I got another love pop on the butt and took off.

After a warm shower I headed for the food.  When I walked into the kitchen
he just looked at me and smiled, but didn't say anything.  I was in the
drip-dry mode.  He told me he returned the two calls on my lot.  One guy
wanted to think about it, the other he had to leave a message.  The other
issue was going to the beach with Aunt Charlotte, I didn't bring beach
clothes.  That was no problem because I could get swim shorts and a top at
the club's surf shop.

When the breakfast dishes and the rest of the mess were put away he poured
himself a fresh cup of coffee and headed back to the sofa to finish his
paper.  After he settled down I curled up next to him with my head in his
lap and watched cartoons.  After all, it was Saturday.  While watching a
show I noticed a message running across the bottom of the screen and
finally realized it was a weather warning.

"Uncle Ray, look at the bottom of the television picture.  It looks like a
weather warning."

"Looks like a front coming in." he said, I think more to himself. "Yeah,
it's still about a hundred 'n fifty miles or so west of here.  We can still
do the beach with Charlotte if we go late in the morning and plan on being
back here around mid-afternoon.  I'll call her."

He called Aunt Charlotte and I just kept watching cartoons.  He'd tell me
what was up when he got off the phone and I knew it.  Listening to his end
of the conversation I could guess the trip to the beach was probably still
on.  Actually, my choice was to stay home and lounge around.  When he hung
up he told me Aunt Charlotte was going to call the club and see what
weather conditions there were, then a decision would be made.  In the
interim, I kept watching cartoons.

The phone rang about ten minutes later.  Aunt Charlotte was being
efficient.  Being a bit of a smart ass, like a lot of twelve year olds, I
answered the phone as "Brad's Pool Hall".  I knew this would surprise her.
I was the one surprised, it wasn't Aunt Charlotte.  It was someone calling
about my lot.  Oops.

"No sir," I said quickly when he asked if this was really a pool hall, "I
was expecting a call from a friend and thought I'd be cute.  You have the
right number; we have the lot for sale.  Just a minute."

I handed the phone to Uncle Ray.  The man wasn't there and I still felt my
face turn red.  I was counting on Uncle Ray bailing me out on this one.  As
they talked Uncle Ray asked the man to hold while he cut off another call
coming in on the other line.  The new call was from Aunt Charlotte.  When
he told her we'd try another time I knew the beach date was off.  Before he
hung up on the lot call they made a date for noon at the lot.

"Okay, kid, you have an appointment at noon to show your lot."

"What am I supposed to say to him?"  This was new to me and I really didn't
like the idea that I had to do this.

"Start with a pleasant 'hello', and if he teases you about the way you
answered the phone just smile and say 'sorry'," he advised. "Then ask him
what he'd like to know.  I suggest you take a piece of paper with the price
and terms with you.  He'll probably ask about closing costs, also."

***

"Uncle Ray, do ya think he'll show?"  It was already seven minutes past
noon.  I was eating cheese crackers and a coke for lunch till this was
over.  About the time I asked the question a pickup truck headed our way.
It was him.  When he stopped we got out of our truck.

I don't know why, but I expected to see an older man that looked like he'd
swallowed a water melon and his pants held up by suspenders.  This man was
just a little older than Uncle Ray and wasn't fat.  He did have the
baseball hat, as any cool person would, and looked like a nice person.  He
got me as we walked toward one another and he extended his hand.

"Brad's Pool Hall I assume?" he said with a smile.

I blushed and answered, "At your service.  What can I do for you?"

He had a boy with him about my age, or at least my size.  He and Uncle Ray
started talking and then Uncle Ray told him it was my lot and up tome to
set the price and terms.  I was boxed in; I thought Uncle Ray was going to
handle this for me.  The kid and I talked some.  His name was Mike and he
was my age.  He asked me if this really was my lot and I told him it was.
I also let him know I had to work out here during the summer, cleaning and
cutting to earn the money for it.  He thought that was neat, and now, I did
too.  Then the man asked me to show him the corners.

Usually when someone wants to see the corners I thought we walked the lines
together.  This man wanted to stay on the road and watch me.  He said if I
stood at the back corner he'd get a better idea of the size of the lot.
Mike and I took off down the line.  It was easy to see Uncle Ray and the
man were talking, but I was too far away to hear anything.  Soon, they gave
me the hand signal to move over to the other back corner.  The way Uncle
Ray moved his hand and pointed I knew he was telling the man this corner
was in a low spot.  It wasn't big and held water only in a heavy rain.
Sometimes it stayed mucky for a few days after a hard rain.

"BAM!!!!"  That was thunder and all of a sudden somebody turned the bucket
upside down.  Mike and I were caught away from the trucks.  There was no
warning.  No drizzle or sprinkle, just a downpour.  Mike and I both decided
to take the most direct route; through the low spot.

The low spot was mucky and slippery.  We both went down, much to the
delight of the adults.  When we got to the trucks both of us were half
drowned puppies and half mud monsters.  His dad told him to drop the pants
and throw them in the back, he didn't want his seat messed up.  Uncle Ray
said the same to me.  I dropped it all, the shoes, the socks, the jeans,
the briefs, and the shirt.  I stood in the rain to rinse off and it was
cold.  I grabbed a blanket that was behind the seat and wrapped myself in
it to get warm.

As we pulled off Uncle Ray stopped next to the man's window and told him to
call if he wanted the lot.  He also said something about this would be a
good time for the man to see how the lot drained.  Then, Uncle Ray told him
he had a naked drowned puppy he needed to get home.  The man said his puppy
was doin' the same.  As we left I told Uncle Ray he didn't need to give
everybody all that information.

We stopped for hamburgers; drive-thru, of course.  We also stopped at the
video store.  Uncle Ray suggested it wouldn't hurt to have two or three
around in case it rained the rest of the weekend.  He went in while I
stayed in the truck and finished my lunch.  When I was finished he was
still inside so I decided to join him.  Besides, I needed to make sure he
didn't get sissy movies; we needed some good blood and guts type movies.
It's a good thing he didn't wear dentures.  You should have seen the look
on his face when he saw me standing next to him, barefoot and wrapped in a
blanket.

"What?" I asked innocently.

"Would it be a good guess if I said you wouldn't want me to take that
blanket right now?" he asked me, acting a little perturbed.

"It's okay if you don't care if I streak through here," I smiled back.

"Boy, one day you're going to push your luck and embarrass yourself."  I
shrugged my shoulders and found three good movies and we headed to
check-out.  On the way he kind of whispered in my ear.

"Get your little butt in that truck before I warm it up for you."  Oops. He
might have been a little upset.

Once we got in the truck.  "Kid, don't pull another stunt like that one on
me.  If you had dropped that blanket I'd had a helluva time explaining why
I was running all over town with a naked twelve year old.  My butt could
have wound up in jail."

I never thought about him getting in any trouble.  "I'm sorry Uncle Ray.  I
didn't think about it like that.  I had a good grip on it."

He wasn't buying it.  "Good grip or no, if you stumbled on what was
dragging on the floor it would have been over.  How'd you like to explain
it all to your Dad?"

"I wouldn't," I said with honest remorse.  "I'm sorry.  You know I wouldn't
do anything deliberately to get you in trouble."

He didn't say anymore.  He pulled me over to lean against him.  He also
held the blanket closed till we got home.

"Run inside and get the hot water going.  I want you to soak some and get
the chill out of your bones."  At least he didn't sound upset anymore.

"You gonna soak too?"

"Yeah, but I need to put these dirty clothes in the laundry first.  You go
ahead." he replied.

I slipped the blanket off and slid out of the truck.  When I turned to get
my wet clothes he was looking at me again.

"What now?  I'm naked, but I run around naked out here all the time.  It's
not like we're in public or somethin'," I told him.  His look said 'shut up
and get going' was the best course of action ^Ö I did both.

I thought about the shower, but he said soak so I started filling the tub.
Soon he came in and we both got in the tub for a nice warm soak.  As usual,
I sat in his lap and leaned against him while he used his hand to pour
water over me.  We sat there quietly, just enjoying being there.  After he
poured water over me for a while he used a cup to pour water on my head and
then gave me a good shampoo.  When he finished I turned around, straddling
his lap, and did the same for him.  I wasn't as fast and played around, but
I got the job done.  After that he told me to stay there.  I knew what that
used to mean and crossed my fingers.  He didn't let me down.

He came back with a towel fresh from the dryer and warm.  He wrapped me in
the towel and gave me a brisk rub down.  This is how life should be always.
When he finished I wrapped my arms around his neck and my legs around his
waist.  I didn't even bother waiting for him to offer to carry me.
Spoiled? You bet.  Lovin' it?  Absolutely.

We lay on the sofa watching a war movie.  I was spooned into him with his
lower arm stretched so I could use it as a pillow; the forearm and palm
held me against him.  He had spread a light blanket over us.  It was as
warm and comfy as anyone could hope for.  I lay there feeling his fur and
the warmth he generated.  Neither of us said anything or moved much.
Sometime during the movie we both managed to fall asleep.

When I woke I realized that somehow I was no longer spooned into him, but
had managed to turn over and was sprawled across his front with one leg and
arm over the top of him.  My head was on its side and I could hear his
heart beat.  Funny how that always fascinated me; I thought it was
relaxing.  For a short while I lay there listening to his heart and feeling
his chest rise and fall with his breathing.

As I lay there enjoying the sounds and feelings I would occasionally run my
fingers through his fur.  After a while I realized my knee was in his
groin; good thing I didn't kick in my sleep.  When I ran my fingers through
his fur and then closed them, I lifted them slowly, watching the hair fall
below my fingers.  Without thought, I spotted his nipple and rubbed it
gently.  When I did, he squirmed, so I did it again.  It was funny watching
his reactions.

After a while I looked up and watched him sleep.  He looked content.  I
can't say he looked angelic, but he did look content and at peace.  Slowly
I moved down and under the blanket.  When I reached his groin I knew he was
half-hard.  The heat he generated surprised me.  I took his tool and ran it
along each cheek and under my chin.  I thought it was interesting how the
shaft could feel so hard.  The skin was tight but felt soft and silky at
the same time.  The head felt almost spongy.  I enjoyed rubbing it along my
face and feeling it rub against my skin.

He shifted but I couldn't tell if he was awake.  I was under the blanket
where it was dark.  I could smell him too.  He didn't smell bad but I
didn't think he smelled fresh like he said I smelled; he smelled strong.
While I ran the shaft against my cheek, I held his balls in my palm.  They
moved within the sac and the hair moving tickled my hand.  Another thing I
noticed, they didn't move together.  While I held his balls and let them
glide along my palm I kissed the shaft up and down and around the whole
thing.  Then I ran my tongue around the base of the spongy glands; one side
and then the other.  Slicked up with my tongue I opened my mouth and stuck
the head in.  It was big enough to fill my whole mouth.

He moaned and shifted.  I knew he must be awake.  I didn't worry about it
but kept doing what I was doing.  I sucked as hard as I could, crushing the
head between my tongue and the roof of my mouth.  I let the head go,
replacing my mouth with my hand, and rubbed the head while I went after one
of his balls.  They were so big that I knew one is all I could handle at a
time.  When my palm rubbed across the spongy head he really began to moan
and gasp for air.  I was pleasing him and that's what I wanted.  Lying down
between his legs he couldn't just reach out and grab me.  This time I
wanted it to be just from me to him.

The groans and erratic breathing said I was doing a good job.  Soon I felt
his hands on top of my head.  His fingers ran roughly through my hair.  His
hips were beginning to move up and down some like he was bucking.  I
slobbered all over his balls and returned to licking and sucking.  I'd lick
up and down and then take it all to suck three or four times then return to
licking and squeezing.  The more I could make him squirm the better.  This
was payback in one way, but it was really more a gift to let him know how
much I cared.  Later tonight, I would give him my special treasure so he
knew how much I loved him.

I grinned listening to the 'oooohhhs' and 'aaaahhhhhs' and 'oh shiiit' or
'fuuuuck your hot'; and he thought I had an interesting vocabulary.  All
the phrases encouraged me to do more and try harder.  Finally, I felt his
balls pull close to him.  I didn't know what this meant except something
was changing.  I wasn't prepared when he began erupting.  He hit me in the
face, some on my chest, my face, and even in my mouth.  This got real messy
real fast.  Some ran down my chin like drool or down his shaft and over my
fingers.  When he finished shooting I pumped the shaft with my hand.  I
wiped the tip off with my fingers and then sucked them clean.  It didn't
taste bad, it was kind of creamy.

He reached down and pulled me up to him.  He had me under the arms and held
me so he looked up, straight into my face.  I had tears in my eyes, but so
did he.  I had just given my first solo blow job.  His juice ran down my
face.  The smile said he enjoyed what I did.  He wiped one side off with
his finger and put it in my mouth; then the other side and put the finger
in his mouth. He laid me on his chest with my head on his shoulder.

I told him, "We made a mess."  I could feel his chest bounce when he
laughed.

"Boy, do you know what the most beautiful thing God put on this earth is?"
he asked lovingly.

"No." I said softly.

"A naked twelve year old boy.  My special naked twelve year old boy."

"Love you, Uncle Ray."  He just squeezed me and held me for a few minutes.
After waiting what I thought to be an appropriate amount of time, I shocked
him.  "Can we have pizza for supper?"  He just started laughing.

***

The pizza was a little early for us, but that was intentional.  This was
Saturday night and I planned on reminding Uncle Ray what he said he would
do.  We took our time enjoying the pizza and watching part of the late
afternoon football game.  When we finished it was an easy and quick
cleanup.  We settled down on the sofa to let everything digest.

We sat there for a little while.  I could see him glancing down at me
occasionally.  He finally asked me what he wanted to know.  "You want to
tell me what's on your mind?"

"What are you talkin' about?" I responded innocently.

"Kid, don't play innocent with me.  This is me, remember?  I can tell when
you're up to something.  You're being too good and too quiet."  He sounded
like he was laughing to himself when he said this.

"Uncle Ray, you have no faith in me."

"Yes I do.  Just enough to let me know you're up to something."  He put an
arm around me and pulled me in close as he said this.

"Uncle Ray, it's Saturday.  Are you going to keep your promise to me?"

He ran his fingers through my hair a couple of times, I could tell he was
thinking.  Then he asked me a simple question, "Have I ever broken a
promise I made to you?"


End Chapter Twenty-Nine

To Be Continued; comments welcome, contact Dwight Wilson at
adm2780@yahoo.com

NOTE: Holiday commitments require that I be away from my computer for a few
days.  The next chapter will not be posted until Jan 6th.  Happy New Year
to all and thank you for all of your comments.