Date: Sat, 6 Jan 2007 17:32:03 -0800 (PST)
From: adm2780 <adm2780@yahoo.com>
Subject: Brad's Idol  Chapter Thirty

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Chapter Thirty:  Brad's Idol


"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?"

He hadn't, of course, but I didn't know what to say to him now or exactly
how I felt.  Part of me was scared.  He said it would hurt some, but how
much is some?  Did I love him enough to go through with it?  Another part
of me was excited.  Larry said it felt great, there was nothin' like it.  I
remember what it felt like when Uncle Ray stuck his finger in my butt and
massaged my magic spot.  Would it feel that good?  Maybe better?  I just
looked at him with that pleading look waiting for him to tell me what to
do.

"Do you remember the question I asked you about Larry?"

I thought for a minute.  "Yeah, it was somethin' like 'why did Larry let
Ben fuck him?'.  I said that Larry told me he did it 'cause it gave him the
same feelin' like I get when I'm with you."

"And that feeling is?"

"'Cause I feel safe and I'm with somebody I know loves me and lets me know
it.  My dad won't even give me a hug.  He thinks it's sissy."

"Now, answer the question about Larry for me again."

I looked him straight in the eye.  What did he want me to say?  Then I
remembered, he always told me to say what makes sense.  "Larry let Ben fuck
him 'cause he thought that meant that Ben and his brothers liked him.
Then, the other part of that is that if he didn't let Ben fuck him that
meant Ben wouldn't like him.  Right?"

"Close enough.  Now, tell me why you want me to stick you."

"That's easy, Uncle Ray.  You love me and I know it and you don't mind
letting me know you love me and I wanna give you something special and I
wanna know what it feels like and I don't trust nobody else to do it.  I
don't know nobody else that'd do it just for me and do it right so I don't
get hurt 'cept you.  All the books say it feels good and Larry says it
feels good.  Even though he's doin' it for the wrong reason he still said
it feels good and I wanna find out.  I wanna 'speriment like you said I
could and I wanna 'spriment with you.------ Uncle Ray? ---- Love you."
There, I said it.

"Are you going to stop long enough to take a breath and let my ears rest?"

"Don't, Uncle Ray.  You're teasin' and this it'n a teasin' thing.  I'm
tryin' ta be serious."

"I'm sorry.  I wasn't trying to make light of what you feel.  I just want
to know that you understand this is serious and not to be done on a whim.
Once it's done, there's no turning back.  You'll never be my innocent
little boy again.  You'll always be my boy and I'll always love you, but
the virgin bottom will be gone forever."

He pulled me up in his arms and I lay my head on his shoulder.  It was
almost like he was sad like he was losing something.  He said his innocent
little boy would be gone.  How could I get him to understand I didn't want
to be his little boy?  I wanted to be his boy, but his big boy.  Once he
had me, then he could have me any time he wanted or I wanted.  I'd thought
of all kinds of fun positions we could do it in.  I even read where this
man did a boy by stickin' him and then lifted the kid by placing his hands
under the kid's chest and stood up.  The kid was stuck on the man's dick
and hanging out in mid-air gettin' pounded.  Wow!  I dreamed of him doin'
that to me.

I sat on my heels straddling his lap and put my hands on each side of his
face, looking him straight in his eyes.  "Uncle Ray, do it and then me and
you will not only have somethin' special, we'll have somethin' extra
special that nobody else can ever have.  Then we can do it anytime and
anywhere and have fun.  Do it, Uncle Ray, for me ----- please?"

"I want you to go into the bathroom, sit on the toilet and empty yourself.
When you do what we're abou to do, you should be clean.  I'll come in and
help you in a minute.  Since the house is getting a little damp with this
weather, I'm going to open this hide-a-bed and put a fire in the fireplace.
We'll do it in here.  Okay?"

"Why do I need help goin' to the bathroom?"

"You don't, or at least you shouldn't.  You do need to learn how to get
yourself clean though.  Now go and I'll be there in a minute."

I did what he said without arguing but I still didn't fully understand what
he meant.  After all that pizza I did need to go so that part was no
problem.  He came in as I was finishing and sat on the edge of the tub. He
explained to me that nobody wanted to stick somebody and feel any candy
bars left in there so I needed to make sure I was empty and clean.  Now I
understood.  He meant my insides had to be clean.

"Uncle Ray, how do you plan on cleaning my insides?" I asked very
hesitantly.

"The same way we opened you up when you were little and got stopped up."

I watched as he reached under the sink and pulled out an enema; the picture
on the box explained a lot.  He laid me over his lap and loaded my butt.
While I waited for this stuff to do its job he sat on the toilet.  I asked
what was I supposed to do if I had to go and he was sittin' there and he
said I'd have to hold it.  Well, after I did what he said and emptied
myself out, he did it to me again.

He carried me back to the living room.  The hide-a-bed was open with
sheets, blanket and several pillows.  The only light came from the
fireplace.  Funny, the house can feel damp, but not cold, and the fire
pulls out the dampness and makes things feel cozy and comfortable.  He laid
me on the bed and rolled me about three-quarters of the way on my stomach.
I didn't say anything, but waited for him to tell me what to do.  Crossing
my arms, I lay my forehead on them and spread my legs some.  He didn't say
anything, but I felt a warm liquid run down my crack.  Then he lay on the
bed next to me.

He propped himself up on his left side and looked at me.  Then he took my
arm and guided me so I was layin' on my right side, facin' him.  He just
looked at me and had this strange smile on his face while he ran his
fingers through my hair.  I'd look at him and then look away and then back
at him. I didn't say anything; I just waited.

"Are you ready?" he asked me ever so softly.

"Yeah, but I don't know what to do."

He put an arm on my back and pulled me into him.  Then he put his other arm
over my shoulder with his palm against my back and rolled both of us over.
I lay about half way on top with my head and chest on top of him.  My thigh
touched the bed with my left leg between his legs.  His hand was now on my
butt.  He rubbed his palm in a circle and then changed to his finger tips.
Chills ran through me as I felt the fingers slide down my crack and begin
to tease my hole.

"First thing to learn is not to just lie down and offer your butt up to
someone.  No matter how many time you've done it, unless you do it on a
regular basis, the sphincter muscle will contract to its normal size.
Stretching that muscle is what causes the initial discomfort.  Can you feel
what I'm doing to you now?"

"Yeah.  I feel your fingers at the edge.  You're movin' 'em in a circle and
pulling at my hole."

"That's right.  I'm beginning to make the muscle relax.  The best thing you
can do now is lie on me and relax, let your mind float so you can enjoy the
sensations.  Before I'm finished I'll have at least two, maybe three,
fingers in you.  If the muscle doesn't stretch enough to take two fingers,
then you aren't ready for this.  Just relax."

I tried to do what he said.  It's not easy when you're scared and excited
at the same time, but his fingers playin' with my hole did feel good.  I
lay there absorbing the warmth he generated and not thinking of anything,
just enjoying the massage he was giving me and listening to the steady beat
of his heart.  I could feel the fingers move from side to side and pull up
and down, and then he'd use two fingers to pull the side apart.  At some
point I became aware that he was no longer at the edge of my hole but had
slipped in deeper.  I squirmed and purred like a kitten.  He spoke softly
telling me how beautiful I was and that I smelled fresh, as he ran his
fingers through my hair and along my back.

"I'm going to add a little more oil and slip my middle finger part way in.
This is the same finger I had in you the other night."

When the finger entered, I caught my breath and let it out slowly, just as
he told me.  He let his finger sit there for a couple of minutes so I could
get used to it and then I felt it move in a circle, pulling me open.

"Ohhhhhhhh, that feels soooo good.  Yeeaahh, that's niiice.  Do it some
more."

I whimpered and squirmed around on his chest.  I couldn't just lay my head
down and relax.  I kept turning my head from side to side.  When I did
settle I reached up and put the tip of my finger in his ear.  When I
rotated it slowly, he smiled.  The finger moved inside me, playing with the
walls inside my hole.  As he rotated his finger he moved deeper.

"Second knuckle getting ready to go in."

When I felt the knuckle against my hole I pushed out like I was going to
poop and it slipped through.  Again, he let it sit for a couple of minutes
so I could get used to it and then continued the internal massage.  This
whole time he whispered to me, telling me how sweet I am or what a
beautiful boy I was.  The part I enjoyed most was when he said he loved me
and wouldn't hurt me for anything.  He caressed me by stroking my head and
rubbing my arms.  We continued this way for quite a while.

"Think you're ready for the second finger?"

"I don't know, but do it anyway.  If it hurts I'll tell ya."

He pressed the second finger in and it did hurt some.  He knew it too
because I pushed myself up off his chest and arched my back a little.  I'm
sure he also heard me take in a deep breath and hold it.  It hurt, and more
than just a little.  I grimaced and tried to relax, getting used to the
feeling of having something that big in my treasure hole.  I lay back on
him and took deep breaths, trying to breathe through the discomfort.

"Just relax.  That's it, deep breaths and let it out slow.  I'm going to
start moving them again now."

It felt like he had both fingers together rotating in my hole, stretching
me as far as I could go.  Then it felt like he was separating his fingers,
moving them like they were scissors or something.  I held on tight and
buried my face in his shoulder.  I promised myself I would not tell him it
hurt and I would not cry, no matter what.  When it did hurt I repeated the
promise to myself.  After a few minutes it stopped hurting and felt great.
Each time he changed the way he moved or added something else, it felt
better.  I lay there mewing and squirming in boy heaven.

"Okay, I've been stretching you out and massaging your little hole for
almost two hours now.  Think you're ready for this?"

"Yeah, I think so.  It feels good when you stick your fingers in me.  I
can't wait to see how much better it feels when you fuck me."

"Okay, just relax and enjoy.  We can do this one of two ways.  You can lie
on your stomach with your butt in the air and I'll get behind you doggie
style.  The other way is for me to lie on my back and you squat over me.
You slide down on the pole using your legs for control.  If it hurts too
much you can pull yourself off real quick.  Which way?"

"What do you think I should do?"

"I think you should squat over me.  If I'm pushing in with you under me
there's no way for me to know how much it's hurting you.  It could be more
than you want to handle.  All boys cry out a little the first time.  If you
squat over me, you have control."  I nodded and we got in position.  Before
we started he put more lube on my butt and inside me.  Then he coated his
dick with lube and nodded he was ready.  I squatted down till I felt him
touching my butt and then shifted back and forth to get my hole in the
right position.  As I did this I realized this wasn't what I wanted.

"I don't like it like this.  I want to be layin' on the bed.  I wanna feel
you hold me and rub me gentle like.  You need to control this and let me
enjoy it."

"You sure?"

"Yeah, I wanna feel you rubbing against me.  I just wanna lay there and
feel it."

He placed his hands around my chest and pulled me down so I was laying on
him again.  My forehead was against the side of his face.  His finger
tickled my crack and he rubbed his dick up and down over my hole while he
spoke to me.  "Okay, if that's what you want.  Just remember, if it hurts
too bad you say so and I'll stop."  I just nodded.

He rolled over so I slid off him and onto the bed.  He placed a pillow
against my stomach and then rolled me about three quarters of the way on my
stomach.  Straddling my legs he lifted my butt and put another pillow under
me, I could feel his balls dangling along my legs.  My left leg was bent at
the knee and pulled up some.  My treasure was now open to him.

"I'm going to stick my fingers back in to make sure you're loose.  Just
take deep breaths and let them out slow.  I'll let you know each time I do
something different so there's no surprises and you can enjoy the
feelings."

He shifted so that now he only straddled my right leg.  I heard him put
some oil or something in his hands and rub them together.  Then I felt him
begin to massage my back with long gentle strokes from my shoulders to my
butt. When he reached my butt he would knead my cheeks.  Moving from my
butt to my shoulders I felt his dick rub along the crack between my legs
and touch my butt close to the hole.  While he massaged me he'd bend over
and smell me at my neck.  He said a boy on the verge of puberty, like me,
was a beautiful work of art, firm but soft, and smelled so fresh.

One finger entered, rotating inside me.  When he said finger number two I
felt the hole spread some.  He pulled me from side to side and pushed in as
deep as he could.  Then he warned about finger number three.  This got my
attention because he'd never gone beyond two.  With him working me all
over, inside and out, I began to purr and squirm.  How could anyone not
think this was heaven?

After he massaged me for awhile he leaned over me and kissed me on the
cheek.  The next feeling was him putting his tongue in my ear and nibbling
the lobe.  He move down my neck and nibbled the side and back of my neck.
One hand was under me playing with my nips.  All I could do was moan louder
and tell him not to stop.  Finally, I needed him.

"Fuck me, Uncle Ray. ^Å^Å. Do it now, please. ^Å^Å uuummmmmpppphh
^Å.. ooohhhhh yeeeeaaaahhhhh ^Å^Å. Fuck me ^Å.."

He teased the crack by caressing me with his dick.  Then he said it was
time.  One hand pulled my left cheek open and he was at the entrance.  He
whispered for me push out like I was taking a dump.  When I did I felt him
pushing in.

"Ohhh Gaaahhhddd!" I exclaimed in a loud whisper.  He stretched me with his
fingers, but maybe not enough.  This hurt, but I would not tell him to
stop.  I wanted this.  He whispered for me to relax and take a deep breath,
he wouldn't push anymore till I got used to it.  He backed up a little and
waited and then told me to push again.  He pushed again and it felt like he
went in more.  The only place it hurt bad was at the hole, but I didn't
know why.  Tears formed so I buried my face in a pillow.  He started
rubbing my back some more and tonguing my ear.  It all hurt, but it felt
soooo goooood.  He backed up again and held.

"Does it hurt?  Want me to stop?"

"Yeah, but no.  It hurts but I don't wanna stop.  I want to feel you all
the way in."

He kept repeating himself.  He'd push in a little, wait and then back out.
He'd wait again and then tell me to push out while he pushed in.  It felt
like somebody was trying to push a telephone pole up my butt.  He wasn't
past the sphincter yet.  It hurt and I cried into the pillow.  I wanted to
hide from him how much it really hurt.  He continued to whisper in my ear
while he massaged my back, trying to get me to relax.  When we started I
knew it would hurt in the beginning, but everybody said that would stop and
then it'd feel good.  I lay there wondering when the good part would start.
He took my head in his hands and turned my face to the side so he could see
me.

"Brad ^Å We don't have to do this.  It's hurting you too much; you're not
ready for this.  It's time to stop."

"Nooooo," I cried, "I want to do this.  I want you to have me, please."  I
whimpered while the tears ran freely.

He pulled away and lay down facing me.  "Hey, kid, look at me."  He said
gently.  I looked at him with tears flowing. "What makes you think you have
to give me your butt for me to have you?  I already have you, heart and
soul.  Nobody could ask for more."  He pulled me close and kissed me on the
forehead.  "You're just not ready for this.  It takes time to get your body
stretched and adjusted to handle it.  Be patient, your time will come.  I
always thought we gave one another plenty of pleasure.  I even managed to
tickle your hole once in a while, didn't I?"

"Yeah," I whispered and held on tight.  "But why can't I do it?  Larry did
it."

"Remember who did it with Larry.  It was one of his friends.  Think of it
as boy size dick in a boy size hole.  What you are trying to do is put a
man size dick in a boy size hole."

"I saw men fuckin' boys in them books.  They did it."

"What you didn't see was how much preparation they went through to stretch
themselves to be able to do it.  It hurt them at first, too.  You can bet
they worked their little holes around, stretching them for several days
before a man could penetrate them.  You can stretch yours to do the same,
just not in a couple of hours.  Most of the stories you read in the
magazines and books, they're fiction.  Writers write it the way people wish
it was, not how it really is.  Understand?"

"Yeah." I said while lookin' up to him. "Uncle Ray ^Å. Love you."

"Love you too, boy."  His tone was loving and caring; there was no hint of
disappointment.  "How about we get cleaned up some and then I'll show you
something new."

We took a nice warm shower.  He scrubbed the oil and grease off my butt.
Then came the surprise, I got another enema to clean out the insides, too.
Thrills.  On the way back to the living room he stopped and got something
out of his desk drawer.  Whatever it was, he tucked it under his leg as we
lay back down.  It felt good with all the pillows around us and the fire
keeping us warm.  The fire also provided all the light.  He pulled me up so
I lay about three-quarters of the way on him, just like before.  Just like
before, he cupped my butt with a finger in the crack.

"Okay.  Time for a treat.  I'm going to put something in your treasure
hole.  When you feel it touch you, push out like before."

"What is it?"

"Don't worry about what it is, just enjoy.  Then I'll explain it to you.
This one won't hurt any."

Something that felt both soft and hard touched my hole.  I pushed out like
he said and it began sliding in.  It felt slimy.  He told me to keep
pushing until he said to stop, so I did.  It felt like something kind of
popped in; there definitely was something in me.  Whatever it was, it was
stretching my hole.  When I reached back to feel it he grabbed my arms and
pinned them down and then reached down, grabbed a cheek in each hand, and
started pulling and rubbing.  This really felt weird.  Then he smiled that
'here it comes' smile of his.

"Oooohhhh gaaahhhhddd ^Å. Oooohhhhhh ^Å^Å mmmmppphhhh ^Å.. what is it? ^Å.
Ooooohhh fuuuucccckk ^Å^Å mmmmmmmpppphhhh ^Å."

He lay there holding me and smiling while I squirmed.  He stuck something
in me and now I could feel the effects traveling up through my insides.  It
didn't hurt, it actually felt good and I couldn't help but laugh.  I sprang
an instant boner.

"Oooohhhh gaaaaahhhhddd ^Å.. mmmmmppppphhhh ^Å." I whimpered while
squirming to get free.

"Like that, eh?  Maybe I should just leave you like that for the rest of
the night."

"Uncle Ray, you don't play fair ^Å. Ooohhh gaaahhddd ^Å. Fuuuuuccckk ^Å
what is it ^Å. Mmmmpppphhhh ^Å. Ssshhhhhiiiiit ^Å. Ooooohhhhhh ^Å.."

Whatever he had in me, I squirmed and squealed.  He was enjoying this; then
again, so was I.  I rolled off him and on my back.  One hand was free but
he wouldn't let me get near my butt.  He did something to make the
sensations even stronger.  When he did I arched my back.  He was on his
side and grabbed all my equipment, squeezing them hard.  I squirmed,
whimpered and moaned all at the same time.  He had a hand under my back
supporting me and then dove down onto my nips, nibbling and tongue-bathing
me.  I had a handful of his hair, holding him on me and encouraging him to
do more.

When I shot he spread my boy juice over my tool head, which was already
ultra sensitive, and kept massaging.  I was pulling his hair and screaming
with delight.  That thing in my butt never stopped, but would speed up and
slow down and then speed up again.  He had me begging him to stop, but he
wouldn't.  I don't know how many times I went over the edge.  It didn't
matter.  All of it was great.  When he finally stopped that thing in my
butt and stopped sucking and massaging me, I was exhausted.  I lay there
panting.  When I opened my eyes he was propped on his side, looking down
and smiling at me.  Would you believe I was still hard?

"That, my boy, is what happens when you play with a small butt plug
equipped with a vibrator."  He told me what it was while he reached down
and removed it.  I felt strangely empty.

***

Sunday morning Uncle Ray decided we needed to get out of the house.  I
objected, letting him know I wanted to stay naked and play with that butt
plug thing some more.  He told there was still plenty of time for that
later.  We called Aunt Charlotte and asked her if she would like to go out
for an early afternoon dinner and then a movie matinee.  She did, and we
did.  I didn't say anything to Uncle Ray, but I figured out how to get the
vibrator out of the plug.  I wore the plug to dinner and a movie.

The strangest feelings came from sitting.  With a plug stuck in you, you
can shift your weight or wiggle your butt and get all kinds of feelings
from the thing.  A couple of times during dinner I shifted from one side to
the other. I don't know if the thing was hitting my prostate or what, but I
was ready to jump out of the chair.  Uncle Ray kept looking at me kind of
funny.  I'm sure he knew I was up to something, but didn't know what.  With
Aunt Charlotte there, he wasn't going to ask.

During the movie ("Indiana Jones") I shifted from the front of the seat to
the back and reversed.  I could feel it move inside me.  It was different
than moving side to side, but still good.  After we took Aunt Charlotte
home, I got that 'you're up to something' look from him.

"Let me guess.  With all the squirming you did during dinner and the movie,
I'd be willing to bet you have that butt plug stuck in you.  Right?"

Caught.  "Well, kinda.  Just the plug.  I figured our how to get the
vibrator part out.  It's at home. The plug's in me."

"With all the squirming you did, it's a miracle that whole plug isn't
inside you.  You know, if it did get all the way in I probably wouldn't
worry about taking you to the emergency room to get it removed, I'd just
get some tweezers and go digging after it myself."

"Uh-uhhh.  You wouldn't really do that."

"Wanna bet?  You'll be lucky if you haven't rubbed your hole raw with that
thing by now."

When we got inside I turned to him and tried turning on the charm to wiggle
out of this one.  "Uncle Ray, you wouldn't hurt me; you said so.  I just
wanted to feel it. It feels good.  Can we play some now?"

"Can the charming routine, kid.  If your butt is sore from being raw, no
sympathy from me.  Right now I'm going to get comfortable and see if
there's a ball game on.  You need to pull that thing out and let me put it
back together.  Of course, go clean it first."

I did take it out and clean it.  After I got it out I understood what he
meant.  My butt was a little sore, and there were some brown deposits on
the plug that I cleaned off.  I gave it to him and sat on the sofa leaning
into his side and then lying across his lap.  It didn't take long for him
to start rubbing my back and I rolled onto my stomach to enjoy the
attention.  After a while he spread my cheeks and I felt something at my
treasure hole.  It only took a minute to confirm it was the plug, with the
vibrator inserted.  He turned it on low and then held me down in his lap.

Holding a horny kid down with a vibrator in his butt should be considered
some kind of torture and be against the rules.  Of course, Uncle Ray didn't
worry much about the rules, except his own.  After a few minutes I was
squirming and he was laughing.  Every time I tried to get up, he stopped
me.  I protested and he turned the vibrator up.  He was enjoying this.

"Uncle Ray, let me up, you're not playing fair again."

"You're the one that wanted to play with the plug.  I'm just helping you."

"At least let me sit up.  Please?  I gotta go to the bathroom."

"Yeah, I bet.  How convenient.  I'll let you sit up, you can sit in my
lap."

Well, he did let me sit up.  I sat in his lap leaning back against him.  He
held my arms and wouldn't let me go anywhere.  The vibrator was driving me
crazy and I couldn't help but start laughing.  The more I laughed the more
I squirmed.  The more I squirmed the more the plug moved inside me.  He
thought it was funny.  Finally, he lay down and pulled me down with him,
spooning me with that thing still going.

"Careful kid, that little toy of yours is going to stay hard for so long
it'll start hurting."

"It already does.  Uncle Ray, I really do need to go.  Please let me up.
That plug's made everything move through fast.  I do gotta go."

I really did have to go, and I mean go bad.  Afterwards, I made sure I was
clean before going back to the living room.  Uncle Ray was sitting up
again.  I put a couple of pillows in his lap and lay across him with my
head on the arm of the sofa.  Soon, I jumped up and retrieved the talcum
powder.  When I set it on the table and lay back down, he just smiled and
began the powder rub down.  I loved being spoiled by him, and being his
boy.

Later, I sat up enough to put my arms around his neck and whispered in his
ear.  "Horny toad?"  He turned everything off and carried me to bed.  I
made sure I gave him lots of attention and played a few games of my own.  I
was learning that sometimes you get pleasure from giving pleasure.  When
you can have this much fun with no pain, why change?

The night ended and the sun rose on Monday, my day to return to Ft. Pierce.
We met my dad in Daytona and had lunch.  On the drive down we talked.  He
said letting someone stick me in the butt wouldn't make me a big boy.
Helping my step-brother would be a bigger step towards becoming a big boy.
At the time I thought he just sounded like a typical adult.

"Brad, there's something you need to think about.  You've been allowed to
experiment in ways most boys can only wish for.  I've tried to teach you
that what you feel in your heart and in your head should control what you
do.  In other words, the physical pleasure you get is the result of caring.
For Larry, it's the opposite.  He's already told you that he thinks he has
to give the physical part to think someone cares.  I know that may be a
little deep for you now, but think about it."

There was no doubt in either of our minds that Larry was not only gay, he
was flaming gay.  Uncle Ray said it would be my job to teach Larry how to
act so he didn't wind up the target of every bully or wanna be bully in
school.  I was supposed to be patient and understanding.  Try to get him to
understand he didn't have to let everybody play with him to feel people
liked him.  Talk about a challenge.

When we got to Daytona all I wanted was a hug.  He gave me a big hug and
whispered in my ear reminding me I was his special boy.


End Chapter Thirty

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