Date: Mon, 29 Jan 2007 15:45:02 -0800 (PST)
From: adm2780 <adm2780@yahoo.com>
Subject: Brad's Idol    Chapter Thirty-Four

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Chapter Thirty-Four:  Brad's Idol


Sunday morning I woke up when I felt something poking me in the back.  When
I looked it was Larry.  I motioned for him to be quiet and to leave.  When
he left, I tried moving real easy; I wanted to get up without waking Uncle
Ray.  After I failed in that effort, he opened his eyes and I whispered to
him, "Go back to sleep.  It's supposed to be a surprise."

Ben and Larry were in the kitchen pulling food out of the refrigerator.
Larry did the bacon while I cooked French toast in the electric fry pan.
Ben got orange juice for us and set the table.  Luckily, Uncle Ray fixed
his coffee pot before he went to bed every night.  He said fixing the
coffee pot in the morning required too much thinking, or at least, more
thinking than he could do right after getting up.  While we were cooking
Larry let out with a loud 'ow' when he grabbed a paper towel soaked in hot
bacon grease.  We told him to keep it down, no matter how much it hurt. We
weren't the neatest cooks in the world, but the mess wasn't too bad.

When everything was done and on the table, it was time to attack the beast.
I jumped on top of him while Larry bounced on the bed; Ben stood next to
the bed.  Uncle Ray gave out a loud "careful!", for some reason, when I
landed on him.  He looked at me and told me that if I wasn't careful the
bed and I would be wet.  I forgot about that little problem in the
mornings.  Ben stood to the side and laughed.

When Uncle Ray saw Ben just standing there he reached over and, faster than
we could think about it, grabbed Ben's dick. He told Ben he had a nice one
and when Ben started laughing and tried to back up, Uncle Ray let Ben know
he wasn't going anywhere until Uncle Ray decided to let go.  Ben got a
taste of what I went through when Uncle Ray laid me out on the table the
day before.  Ben loved it that Uncle Ray would play with him like that.  We
finally told Uncle Ray we had a surprise for him and he had to get up.

He got up and there's one thing I hadn't thought about.  Since we'd been
foolin' around the night before, he smelled.  As a matter of fact, I did
too, and it wasn't from sweat caused by working hard.  We kind of ignored
the aroma, although it did bring out a few snickers during breakfast.  When
we finished I suggested to Uncle Ray that he go shave and shower.  He told
me I might want to consider part of that myself.

When we had the dishwasher loaded I heard the shower come on and joined
him.  Ben and Larry followed me.  The shower was big enough for Uncle Ray
and me, or even all three of us boys.  It really wasn't big enough for
three boys who liked to grab ass, and a grown man.  Uncle Ray bailed on us;
said he'd get his coffee and the paper.

It was a typical day where three naked boys hung around playing pool,
Pac-Man and goofing off.  Uncle Ray read his paper and watched football.
Ben and I spent more time together than we ever had.  He wasn't a bad kid;
actually, he was pretty cool.  Since he knew about me and Larry foolin'
around and, I guess, me and Uncle Ray, there were some things I wanted to
talk to him about and guided him to the corner so Uncle Ray didn't hear us.

"Ben, you remember what you asked me at the museum yesterday, when I kinda
got mad?"

"Yeah, but I really didn't mean ta make ya mad.  I was just ^Å."

"Shhhh!  Don't let him hear us.  Well, we told ya the truth.  He's never
fucked me, but it's not 'cause I didn't want him to.  He said I was too
little and wasn't ready.  You've fucked Larry; how'd you get him ready or
your brothers get you ready?"

Ben covered his mouth to stifle a laugh.  "Larry was born ready.  The boy's
crazy for it.  We still had to work him though.  I got a trainer plug I
brought with me in case Larry needed it; I shoulda known better.  Let's go
in the bedroom and I'll show ya."

When Ben's mom called about picking them up, Uncle Ray told her we usually
had dinner around 1:00 or so.  They decided she'd come about 3:30 to get
them.  That's when it sank in that they'd be leavin'.  When our visit
started, I resented them being here with us; when the time came though, I
was sorry they were goin'.  We did have some fun together.  However, them
leaving gave me the time alone I wanted with Uncle Ray.

A little after 2:30 Uncle Ray told us to get some clothes on.  A few
minutes later the door-bell rang.  Ben's mom, Donna, was here.  She and
Uncle Ray talked a few minutes while Larry and Ben gathered their things.
I heard him tell her that we'd be back about mid-afternoon on Thursday.
For us to be back meant we had to be goin' somewhere.  This was the first
I'd heard about it.

When they left they took the videos we rented.  Donna told us to have a
good trip and I yelled out to the other two and they yelled back to me.
Ben gave me a thumbs-up.  Uncle Ray saw it.  He just looked at me and shook
his head.  He needed to understand that kids didn't say good-bye like
adults did.

Before he finished closing the door and turned around, I was naked again.
When he turned around I stepped up on the sofa, climbed up on him and asked
him where we were going.

"Boy, if you don't learn to keep some clothes on some of the time, we won't
be able to go anywhere.  Be real interesting to see your face if Donna came
back in right about now."

"She's not.  What'd I need clothes for if we're stayin' here?"

"I didn't say we were staying here.'

"Then, where're we goin'?"

For some reason he took a deep breath before answering.  He threw me over
his shoulder and carried me back towards the bedroom.  "We, my boy, are
going to be on a plane early tomorrow morning headed for Washington, D.C.
It's either there or we go to the office and work.  You'll need some warm
clothes, so let's check your suitcase."  Well, the short version is, I had
to get dressed again and head to the mall for long-johns and a warm-up
suit.

That night we got my bag ready.  Considering I hadn't pulled anything out
since I got there, that was easy.  Like any self-respecting kid, I insisted
on wearing the new warm- up suit to travel.

After supper I was laying across his lap. We were watching another ball
game.  I reached up and gave him a hug and a kiss on the cheek.  When he
asked me what that was for, I told him it was for having all three of us
here.

"I didn't think you were too happy about the other two being here."

"At first, I wasn't, but then it changed.  Ben's cool enough.  I thought
I'd hafta be, well you know ^Å"

"Let me help you.  You thought you'd have to keep your clothes on and
behave yourself until they left."

"Yeah," I smiled and laughed a little.  I'd been caught. "But they was
okay.  We had some fun.  You know, Ben thinks you're a good guy; told me I
was lucky.  Uncle Ray, I'm chilled.  I'm gonna get a hot shower."  I jumped
down and as I headed for the shower, yelled over my shoulder, "I'll be
back."

He just nodded his head and continued to watch his game.  I was lucky he
didn't say anything.  Usually when I got like this I'd be tryin' to get him
to get a bath with me.  I had other plans.  I went into the guest room and
pulled out what Ben left me without Uncle Ray knowing.  Soon as the water
got warm I grabbed an empty enema bottle that Ben left under the sink.
When it was full I filled my butt.  I didn't want to wait like you were
supposed to; too much time.  I did a little dance to slosh the stuff
around.  I did this three times and thought I looked pretty clean after
that.

I stood under the shower and put shampoo on my hair; somehow, it felt
better when Uncle Ray did it for me.  Anyway, soaped up good, I did the
exercises Ben told me about.  Since we were leavin' town and Uncle Ray
would be lookin' in my bag, it was a good thing Ben told me about these
exercises.  It might not be a good idea to keep Ben's plug where Uncle Ray
might find it.  I don't know how long I'd been there when the door opened.
Uncle Ray stepped in the shower and told me I was lookin' like a prune.  He
brought me a towel, freshly warmed in the clothes dryer.  I wrapped up and
headed for the sofa.  He'd already set a bigger fire in the fireplace.

When he came back, he set something on the table.  My cue was when he put a
couple of pillows in his lap.  I just smiled and lay down, looking up at
him.  He ran his hand down my body, barely touching me.  It gave me goose
bumps and made me squirm while I took quick, deep breaths.  I closed my
eyes when I felt the powder being sprinkled on me.

He turned the light out and rubbed me gently.  I became his whimpering
puppy, enjoying every moment.  This was a good weekend and there was a lot
more to come. Whenever he pushed or hinted he wanted me to move, I just
reacted.  He could do anything he wanted with me.  I remember him rolling
me over and feeling his finger tips travel the length of my back.  He did
the usual tickling on the back of my thighs and my cheeks.  I spread to
give him full access to everything I had.  Somewhere during all this I fell
asleep.  I remember waking up in bed cradled between his arm and body.  It
was early morning and he sounded like he was sawing a stack of wood.  I
snuggled down in my nest and went back to sleep.

***

We landed in DC around noon.  There was snow everywhere.  We collected
luggage and got a cab to the hotel.  The driver said they'd had snow the
night before and it was a good thing we didn't come in then because they
had to close the airport.  It was one o'clock before we finished checking
in and putting our things away.  When Uncle Ray asked what I wanted to do
first, I told him the truth ^Ö eat lunch.  He had me up so early I left the
house half asleep and didn't get any breakfast.  When we got to the airport
we got a cinnamon bun and split it.  It had enough sweet in it for both of
us for two weeks.  Actually, it was so sweet it almost made me feel sick to
my stomach.  We hit the sandwich shop downstairs and picked up a tourist
map to study while we ate.  Uncle Ray had a pretty good idea what he wanted
to do anyway.

After lunch we walked over to the White House Visitor's Center.  I found
out one of the reasons he picked our hotel was that we could walk to a lot
of places.  Uncle Ray believed in spending his time walking and looking at
things rather than watching traffic.  It was Christmas and Uncle Ray knew
they were conducting tours.  Now, everyone's seen pictures of the White
House and heard stories about hidden walkways and such.  That place was
huge.  I asked Uncle Ray how many people lived there and he said the
President and his family, but they didn't occupy the whole place.  I never
really understood why.  If the house was built for the President and his
family, and, of course, some occasional guests, how come he only used part
of it?  Uncle Ray said it costs too much to clean every day and I was naïve
enough at the time to swallow that.

We walked around outside while we waited for our tour to begin.  To
appreciate how impressive the place is you have to go there.  Decorated for
the holidays, of course, it was really something else.  One thing that
impressed me was all the men standing outside the fence wearing what Uncle
Ray called 'civilian' clothes.  All the suits looked the same and the wire
coming out of their ears did, too.

Anyone visiting Washington and seeing the White House would be impressed
just riding by.  Go inside if you really want to get impressed.  This place
had high, like fifteen foot high, ceilings.  There was fancy woodwork
everywhere and it was spic and span.  Uncle Ray was right about one thing,
it had to cost a fortune to keep that place clean.  I knew what we went
through sometimes cleaning up after Christmas decorations, this place would
take an army of cleaning people.  However, it did look nice.  The tour
ended where Uncle Ray said it would, in the souvenir or visitor's center.
I found a book on the history of the White House and got it for my dad and
Kathy since they liked history.  We got plates for his mom and Aunt
Charlotte.

Behind the White House and off to the side was the Smithsonian.  Uncle Ray
said it would take a whole week just to go through that place.  We did walk
over for a peek.  He said we'd be back there on Wednesday and spend some
time going through it.  At the moment though, I had developed a serious
problem.  Each time I took a step, it burned.  I needed to find a bathroom.
After I took care of the problem I was glad I had a jacket with big pockets
so Uncle Ray didn't see what I was carrying around.

The afternoon seemed to go by fast.  When we came out of the museum it was
almost dark.  He told me it got dark up there earlier than it did back home
because the city was farther east. It was a five or six block walk back to
the hotel and boy, was I ever glad I took care of my problem earlier.  If I
hadn't, after walking that far, I'd have been one hurting puppy, with one
pissed off uncle, when he found out why it hurt.

That evening we had spaghetti at a local restaurant rather than eating at
the hotel.  Uncle Ray called it sampling the local flavor.  After dinner we
strolled over to Lafayette Park.  That place was really lit up for the
holidays and the view of the White House was fantastic.  I thought it was
impressive that afternoon, but at night, all lit up, it was really
something else.  I learned another thing about Washington then, too.  In
the winter, at night, it gets cold.  To a southern boy, it was
teeth-chattering cold.

As we made our way back to the hotel, Uncle Ray said I was walking funny.
I told him my butt was burning, and finally had to tell him it was my hole.
He knew I'd been in the bathroom about four times that afternoon and
thought I had diarrhea.  That wasn't it of course, but I had to let him
think it was.  He got me some Pepto-Bismol and ointment before we headed to
the room.

He drew me a tub of hot water.  Before I got in, he gave me the pink stuff
and a cup.  I let him see me take it; I didn't let him see me spit it out.
There I was, lying to him.  I still remembered him putting me over his knee
the last time he caught me lying to him.  The memory didn't make me afraid
of him, but I didn't want to repeat the experience.  The ointment he gave
me to put on my butt felt good ^Ö relief.  The bath he gave me felt just as
good, if not better.  When we got out, he headed for the bed and I told him
I wanted some ointment on first.  When he left, I put some ointment on my
hole and again, I did my exercises.

He was lying on the bed watching another ball game.  Our priorities were
definitely not the same.  I climbed up straddling him and leaned over to
his ear.  "Horny toad."

"Boy, don't you ever think of anything else?"

"Whadda ya mean?  I've been good.  We didn't do anything last night and
yesterday mornin' I got up early and fixed your breakfast.  It's been
almost two full days."  While I was talking to him, I reached back and
started playing with him.  Then I remembered something.  I ran into the
bathroom.  When I returned I had a warm washcloth, towel, shaving cream and
a razor.  I climbed up straddling him, but with my back to him this time.

"Excuse me, young man, what do you think you're going to do with that?"

"Uncle Ray, I love ya.  But, you got some real hairy balls.  When we play I
have a lot of fun, but afterwards, when I have ta pull your hair out of my
teeth, that's just plain gross.  I figured you get to enjoy nice soft,
smooth balls; I should too."  I'd already begun wiping him down with the
washcloth and immediately began applying the shaving gel.  Not being used
to doing this, I put on a lot more than I needed to.  I used some on his
tool and he came to an almost instant full salute.

"Easy, kid, we don't shave that part.  You be careful down there, that's
all nature gave me."

I'd seen him and my dad shave enough to know I needed to pull the skin
tight.  He was so big there that it became a challenge.  After I finished
with the sac, I did move down and back some.  I'd been known to lick near
the hole, and he was hairy there, too.  While I did the shaving routine, he
was scratching and tickling my butt.  Boy, did it feel good.  We were both
sportin' big time and mine was strong enough to hurt.

I also felt him pressing something against my back and then he asked me
what I wanted for breakfast.  That was a strange question until I
discovered he was ordering room service for tomorrow morning.

When I finished I turned around and lay on him and started doing my thing.
It didn't take much for me to get his mind off that ball game.  After
working his ears, neck and nips, there was no ball game.  He flipped me on
my back and then straddled me; classic sixty- nine.  It was a lot better
with him having smooth balls.  He knew how to work me real good and could
tell when I was ready to go.  When I was about to shoot he'd stop and start
massaging my sac down and press at the base of my dick.  He did this two or
three times before he let me get release.  He liked hearing me beg for it,
and I knew how to beg for it.

After he let me release twice, he sat up.  I thought he was going to
smother me with his butt.  He used the wash cloth and towel to clean my
hole.  Then he licked, sucked and started penetrating as deep as he could
with his tongue.  He pulled my legs back so they were hooked behind his
arms and my butt must have been straight up.  I couldn't keep my
concentration going with him and told him to move around so I could watch.
He did and it was wild watching him keep his tongue stiff and drill in and
out of me.

When I climaxed again, I didn't release much, so he stopped.  He spread the
towel on the bed and flipped me over.  He got some oil out of the drawer,
which I guessed he put there, and started pounding my butt.  As usual, he
tortured my nipples and pulled me up and down while he pounded away.  When
he'd get close, he'd take a break from the pounding, but not the pinching
of my nips.  He rested a couple of minutes and started all over again.  I
just lay there and moaned, groaned and hollered for more.  I'd tell him to
pound me and fuck me and didn't worry about how loud I was.  I loved the
feeling of bouncing off the bed and him holding me.  I wondered what it
felt like if he was really in me.  He bit me on the shoulder.  Finally, we
were both worn out.

There was a knock on the door.  I kind of woke up and he told me to stay
put.  He grabbed a robe and opened the door.  This guy who looked like he
was probably in college came in pushing a cart.  He looked at me and
smiled; I pulled the covers over my head.  There was no way it could be
morning already.  Then, somebody smacked me on the butt, grabbed my leg and
pulled me out of bed.

"Good morning sunshine."  He was way too happy.  After all, he wasn't the
innocent little kid that took the butt pounding last night.  I remembered
last night, it was good.

I just looked at him.  "No way."  I crawled back in bed.  I wasn't asleep
and knew when he picked me up.  I thought I'd see what he had up his
sleeve; it was usually special.  It wasn't his sleeve I had to worry about.
We, or he, stepped into the shower and turned on the cold water.

"UNCLE RAY!  THAT'S COLD!  STOP!  STOP!"  I yelled.  For some reason he
thought that was funny.

We picked up a rental car he had arranged for and headed out of town.  We
were spending a good part of our day at Mount Vernon.  At mid-afternoon we
were returning to Arlington National Cemetery.  I know it was silly, but as
we went through Mount Vernon, I wondered how people managed to live back
then without two necessities.  One was a bathroom with toilet and tub.  The
other was deodorant.  It could have been a real concern if you thought
about it.

I knew about outhouses.  I'd only ever had to use one once and knew how
they functioned.  I also knew how they smelled.  Up here, in the winter,
they sometimes got snowed in and couldn't get to the outhouse.  I'd heard
about chamber pots, and this was my first look at chamber chairs.  Now I
knew why it was called a throne.  I also figured out what chamber maids
did.  Still in all, it had to smell and I never could see how they cleaned
themselves; they didn't have Charmin back then.  Yeah, and like I wanted to
take a bath in the middle of the kitchen in a tin tub with somebody pouring
scalding water on me ^Ö I don't think so.  .  Deodorant was the other
thing.  Uncle Ray said they used toilet water fairly often.  Now why on
earth would a grown man use toilet water and cover his head in an old wig
with a fake pigtail loaded with powder?  Every where I'd been during the
summer, if you stayed outside, and were old enough, you'd sweat and sweat
smells.  On top of that, Uncle Ray said that the phrase 'Saturday night
bath' was real back then.  Now, a bath just once a week, I could probably
handle that.

On the way back we went to Arlington National Cemetery.  Uncle Ray
explained to me what it was and that he wanted to see President Kennedy's
grave and the eternal flame.  He said he remembered being in the school
library when they announced that President Kennedy had been shot.  He had
to do a lot of explaining for me to understand Camelot and what it meant to
have a president that young.  I can't say I fully understood and I knew all
this happened before I was even born.  As we walked through the cemetery
you somehow knew this wasn't a place to joke around.  When we got to the
eternal flame, there were a lot of people there.  It was quiet.  No one,
not even the little kids, made a sound.

That night I was tired.  After our bath I did my exercises and lay on the
bed.  I leaned against him and watched television.  His hand gently stroked
my stomach and chest; he played with a nipple.  The next thing I knew,
someone knocked on the door.  Breakfast was rolled in and that same guy
looked at me and smiled.  I didn't remember saying 'good night'.

We spent most of the day touring the mall area and the Smithsonian.  I
stood under the Spirit of St. Louis, looking up.  Uncle Ray suggested I
move in case it decided to fall.  We went back to the hotel at
mid-afternoon for a nap.  Uncle Ray said there'd be no playing around and I
would get a nap.  He wasn't asking, or even suggesting, he was telling.  We
were going to watch the fireworks at midnight.  After being on my feet all
day, the nap felt good.

That night we were at the National Mall, together with about ten thousand
other people.  There were bands and singers, the President was there, and
we all waited for the fireworks.  While we waited, it began to snow.  I
told Uncle Ray it seemed like it got warmer after it started.  He said it
was because the snow pulled the moisture out of the air.  We stood there a
long time but left when the snow got heavy.  Uncle Ray said it was a wet
snow, meaning there was a lot of water and ice mixed in with it.  Our feet
got wet and we both got chilled.  As soon as we got back he said we needed
to get in a hot tub to get rid of the chill.  As usual, after the bath he
lay on the bed and turned on another bowl game.  I climbed up and straddled
him.

"Uncle Ray, this is our last night here.  Do we have ta watch a ball game?
I'd like for it to be just the two of us."

"You have something particular in mind?"

"You know I do.  Don't tease me Uncle Ray; I want to be serious.  I've been
good for two nights.  It's time for some special time for me and you."

He turned off the television and got serious, but it was a nice
serious. "What does my boy want to do, just me and him?"  He nuzzled into
my neck and gave me a little tonguing and kiss wile he asked me.  This was
the mood I was looking for.

"I want you to do me like you used to when I sat in your lap.  I want you
to use your fingers and do that thing with the magic spot in me, too."

"You do, do you?  You liked it when I rubbed your magic spot?"

"Yeah, a lot."  He held me close and I could nuzzle into his neck.  That
was special, me and him and he smelled good.  His hands were soft as they
moved over me and I squirmed in his arms.  Sometimes my breathing got a
little heavy, especially when tongued my nipples.  He gave me a tongue bath
almost all over.  Sometimes he stopped to give me a raspberry.  I had my
hands holding two fistfuls of hair and probably carried on loud enough for
the whole hotel to hear.

He pulled me up to him and held me there while he reached in the drawer.
He pulled out some lube and started putting it at the edge of my treasure
hole.  I could feel him work his fingers in a circle, pushing in ever so
slowly.  Then one finger went in.  It felt like it went to the first
knuckle.  He snuggled with me and I snuggled with him.  It would be a
miracle if he didn't leave here with a hickey.

"Push the finger in; I wanna feel it."  Oh, God, did it ever feel good.  I
could feel it moving in deeper and deeper.  It was moving inside me and
then it happened.

"Ohhhh Gaaaahhhhd!, Yeah, that's it ^Å ohhh fuuuck ^Å.yeah ^Å you got it
^Å. there^Å"

He hit the right spot and I nearly shot out of his lap.  I grabbed his neck
and held on for dear life.  This felt almost too good.

"^Å.more... do it some more...yeeeaah ^Å ohhhhh ^Åmmmmmmppphhhh
^Å. Yeeeaaahhh ^Å.that's so niiiice ^Å.. ohhhhhh ^Å..Do another finger
^Ågimme two ^Å^Å ohhhhh goooooddd ^Å. Yeeeeaaaah ^Å.now twist 'em ^Å^Å
ohhhh gaaaahhhhd ^Åohhhh "

It did feel good, but at the same time I had him stretching me.  I held on
tight, whispering to him between short gasps for air.  He'd hit the right
spot and the only thing I could do was take a quick breath and hold it.  I
wanted to holler how good it really felt, but knew better than to make too
much noise.

"Boy, you don't feel as tight as last time.  Or is it me?"

"Noooo^Å. I been doin' exercises, Uncle Ray ^Å for you and me ^Å. Ohhhh
yeeeeaaaahh ^Å mooore ^Å.. twist 'em ^Å^Åyeeeaaaaah
^Åmmmmmmppphhhh^Åaahhh..aahhh"

"Brad, does it hurt any?"

"A little, but that's all ^Å. It feels gooood ^Å. Yeeeeaaaaah ^Å AAAAHHHHHH
..that's the spot ^Å.mmmmmpppphhhh ^Åoohh..oohh..oohh" My face was buried
in his neck.

I sat up, then leaned over and gave him a hug followed by a kiss on the
cheek.  I ran my hands over his eyes so he would close them and put a
finger over his lips.

"Don't look or say anythin'.  Just keep doin' me.  Ohhh Gaaaahhhd, that
feels good ^Å.  Yeeaaahh ^Å. I been wearin' a trainer plug all week ^Å."

He opened his eyes; he was surprised.  I ran my hand over them again.

"Don't watch, Uncle Ray, please?" I gave him my most pleading voice and
look.  "This is for me and you.  Please don't say anythin' and mess it up,
pleeeaase?  Ohhhhhh yyeeeaaaahh, ^Å.Do more ^Åoohhh.. ohhhhh ^Åmmmmppphhh
^ÅI'm scared, but I wanna try, pleeeeaase? ^Å. mmmmppphh^Åohhh, fuuuck
yeeeaaahh " I spoke softly, almost in a whisper.  I could feel his fingers
change and he really started working my hole to stretch me.  He was helping
me.  I looked at his face.  I'd swear there were tears coming down his
cheeks; I gave him a hug and a kiss.  I reached for some gel and lubed him.
He put what felt like a lot more lube in me and I knew it was now or never.

I don't know if I was shaking from the position I was in, or from fear.  He
sat with his head and back propped up.  I held on tight and reached down to
get my hole lined up.  I kept telling my-self to push out and started
lowering myself.  The pressure of him trying to get in me felt strange.
I'd felt the pressure of something trying to get out of there, but this was
different.  He put his hands on my cheeks and helped pull me open.  I knew
he was going in when it started hurting.

I started moaning, but it wasn't moans of pleasure.  It hurt.  I kept
pushing while he whispered in my ear to relax and push out.  Then I felt
it, kind of like a snap with a sharp pain.  "Ohhh! OWWWWW! ^Å Uncle Ray?"
He told me to sit still for a minute and let the muscle get used to it.  I
did and the pain eased up.  I kind of swung my butt in a circle trying to
find out where it hurt the least.  It felt strange, but good.  I pressed
down some more; more pain.  Again I stopped and waited.  He told me to lift
up a little to ease the pain, then press down again.

"Easy, boy.  Don't rush it.  Lift up just a little to ease the pain, wait a
minute and then press down.  Go ahead, cry some; it'll relieve the tension
and help you relax.  That's it, press down and let up a little.  Good boy.
You're doin' good.  Ohhhh, man, you're tight kid.  I'm not saying anything;
you know the rules.  That's it, bite into my shoulder if you want."

He talked to me in soft, gentle tones the whole time, stopping only to hug
me and give me a kiss on the neck or stick his tongue in my ear.  I felt
his hand on my package, squeezing me.  I buried my face in his shoulder and
bit him as I whimpered and moaned.  He kept doing all these things that'd
distract me from the hurt.  Before long we were both sweating.  I did bite
him on the shoulder, I saw the tooth marks later.  I shed tears, but I
refused to cry.  I wanted to give him my cherry.  He wasn't taking it; I
was giving it.  I failed before - not this time.

"Ohhhh Gaaaaahhhhdd, Uncle Ray," I whined, "It hurts, but feels good too.
Why?"

"It hurts because you're stretching muscles that haven't been stretched
like this before.  After they've been stretched a few times, then you can
do this and it won't hurt.  The first time is usually hard and you really
have to love somebody to do this."

"I do; I'd only do this for you.  You can have me anytime; I don't care if
it hurts."  I hugged him and buried my face in the side of his neck.  I
sucked and chewed on his neck, then tongued his ear.  He moaned from the
attention.  I'd do anything for him and I wanted him to know how special he
was to me.  I gave him my treasure; there was no going back and I didn't
even think of it.  While I tongue bathed his neck, ear and face, he guided
me through this.  When his hands said lift up, I did.  When they pressed
down, I did.  I concentrated on him and tried to ignore some of the pain.

"Hey, little man, it's there.  You're sitting in my lap."  I wiggled my
butt and then leaned back to look at him.  Tears were running down both our
faces.  I smiled and so did he.  He'd pulled his legs up some so I could
just lay back and relax.  My knees were on the bed with my feet going
backwards.  The feeling was incredible.

"Gaaahhhhd, I feel like you're splittin' me, but it feels nice."  He told
me to sit there and let my body get used to it.  I wiggled my butt and then
put his hands on my nips.  He knew what I wanted.  He started working me
over.

He massaged both nips and got them burning; I moaned and grimaced.  He made
them feel stretched and hot but I wanted him to do it harder and more.
When he thought I had enough, he cooled them down with a tongue bath.  He
bathed one, his fingers gently twisted the other, and his other hand was
playing with my butt.  He guided me with his hand, gently lifting my butt
up and slowly pushing it down.  He had me riding his pole like a cherub on
a merry-go-round.

While he fuck me he pulled me up to him and worked my ears and neck, then
pushed me back to lie on his legs.  Somewhere along the way I picked up on
what he was doing and was lifting myself up and down on his pole.  He'd get
me up till it felt like he'd come out, then it was a slow ride back down.
It felt good to hold my arms over and behind my head, and stretch
backwards.  He'd come out a different way and give me a different feeling.
I figured out there was a lot more to this then I would learn tonight.  I
don't know who was sweating, moaning and enjoying this more, me or him.

"Uncle Ray, you gonna shoot in me?  I wanna feel it."

"Been reading those books again?"

"Yeah, and they got a lotta stuff in 'em I wanna do now.  I seen a picture
of this guy fuckin' a boy; the man was standin' and the boy was hangin' in
the air with his arms out.  Almost, like when I used ta lay in your lap and
you'd play with my nips.  I want you to take me like that sometime.
There's a lot I want to do with you."

"Easy, kid, how about one at a time?  Right now, let's just enjoy this,
okay?"

"Yeah, Uncle Ray.  This feels so good I don't want it ta ever stop, but it
hurts some too.  Feels like you got a flag pole in me.  I can do anythin' I
want and not fall.  I read enough to know this is what they call long
dickin' somebody when you almost come out and then go back in so I'm
sittin' on your balls.  Just do me good, okay?"  He laughed at me then.

He played with me till I didn't know where I was or what was going on.  It
felt like he stayed in me forever; I loved it.  I was his whimpering puppy
when he pulled me into him and held me. I lay my head on his shoulder and
mewed or moaned my pleasure barely above a whisper.  I could feel his hips
jumping up.  We were both covered in sweat and I could feel my dick rubbing
against him.  Before I knew it I felt myself moving to the edge and tried
to stop myself, but I couldn't.

"Oohh ^ÅOohh ^Å ooohh .. aaaaahhhhh ^Å. mmmmpppphhh ^Å ohhh fuuck
^Å.ahhhhh.."

I had the biggest and hardest orgasm I think I'd ever felt.  I held on to
him and squeezed as hard as I could.  Right after that I felt something in
me and knew he was shooting too.  I don't know if he shot while I did or
after.  I did feel him bite my shoulder, hard.  I do know I had never, ever
felt anything like it before.  We both lay there trying to catch our
breath.  I knew I would want more, lots more.

"Merry Christmas, Uncle Ray" He squeezed me and then lifted my head.  I
looked at him, smiling, and gave him a kiss and a hug.  This year, I gave
him something extra special for both me and him.

End Chapter Thirty-Four

To Be Continued: comments welcome; contact Dwight Wilson at
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