Date: Tue, 27 Feb 2007 16:52:54 -0800 (PST)
From: adm2780 <adm2780@yahoo.com>
Subject: Brads Idol  Chapter Thirty-Nine Rev

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Chapter Thirty-Nine:  Brad's Idol           Revised 2/27


We had to be at the hospital at eight o'clock Tuesday morning.  I didn't
understand why if they weren't doing anything until Wednesday.  Uncle Ray
said it was a preliminary check-in which translated, meant they wanted to
verify how the bill was going to be paid.  I wasn't sure if he was kidding
or not, but he said he wasn't.  The bad thing about being there that early
was that I couldn't have any breakfast.  It was something about not eating
a certain number of hours before they took blood samples.  I asked how they
took the samples and when Uncle Ray said a needle I knew this was not going
to be a fun time.  Uncle Ray said it would only be like an itty-bitty bee
sting.  We'll just say that his idea of itty-bitty and my idea of
itty-bitty were not the same.

The preliminary work for a forty-five minute operation took an hour and a
half.  They stuck me three times, made me drink something I still don't
know what it was, and I had to pee in a cup.  I could handle the peeing
part; it was the cup that gave me a problem.  I was so worried about
missing the target that I couldn't pee.  I called Uncle Ray and told him my
problem.  Before it was over he had me laughing so hard I couldn't stop
peeing and still didn't do a good job hitting the target.

Breakfast was at Shoney's.  I helped myself big time to the breakfast bar.
Uncle Ray did his fair share of damage, too.  I probably wouldn't have
eaten so much if it hadn't been in front of me, but it was and I did.  We
ate so much that we didn't bother with lunch that day.  Besides, Uncle Ray
said we were having an early supper.

We did get to his office so he could find out if he was still in business.
I heard him answering phone calls and returning messages.  He was on the
phone with a real estate lady.  I figured he was buying another piece of
property somewhere.  I was right, but it wasn't the kind he normally
bought, as I found out later.  I knew everybody in the office and didn't
have any problem keeping myself occupied.  When one of the guys was headed
out to the clerk's office for some recordings, he invited me along.  Uncle
Ray said it was okay and I got to see some of the people at the courthouse
that I hadn't seen since last summer.  Recordings took a little longer than
normal.

When we got back I could tell Uncle Ray was talking to my dad.  The only
part I caught was something about dad knowing where the spare key was and
letting himself in.  Uncle Ray told him he'd have me with him and dad could
take my room.  Since we didn't have any lunch, we left for an early supper
and then headed for home.  While we drove I started thinking about what was
happening the next day.

After supper I helped with the clean-up and we settled on the sofa.
Thinking about the next day, I just wanted to veg some.  When he settled in
his usual spot, I settled next to him and just leaned against him.  Soon he
wrapped an arm around me and I melted in.  Sitting there like that the part
leaning against him was warm and comfy; the other part was a little
chilled.  Being naked didn't help a whole lot so I mentioned the
possibility of a fire.  He thought the fire sounded good and while he took
care of that I headed out to find a blanket.

When I came back I had a light blanket to wrap over us.  He suggested I put
on my warm-up suit.  I looked at him like he had to be kidding.  All I
needed to do was snuggle in and get under the blanket.  We settled in and
watched television.  The big attraction at that moment was the news.  After
the news he suggested we draw a tub of hot water.  To make it extra good,
he said I could use some bubble bath ^Ö something he didn't usually care
for.

As I sat in his lap, he used the bubbles to clean me and shampoo my hair.
He mentioned I wasn't as bouncy as normal and wanted to know what was
bothering me.  When I didn't admit to anything he asked if it had anything
to do with the surgery tomorrow.

"Kinda," I told him.

"Are you afraid or nervous?"

"Not really afraid.  I know you and Dad wouldn't let 'em do it if it didn't
need to be done.  It's just that ^Å.. I don't know how to explain it."

He pulled me in close and held me tight.  "How about a little nervous over
not knowing what to expect and what's going to happen?"

"Yeah," I said, "I guess.  But, why are we doin' it now if we have to do it
again when I'm older.  Why can't we just wait and do it when I'm older?"

"You know, kiddo, that sounds like somebody looking for a reason not to
correct a problem now.  One of the big reasons for doing it now is that the
longer we wait the worse the problem will get.  If we wait too long, you
could lose control of the eye and lose the sight in that eye.  In other
words, we have to do it now because it's the best thing for you and that's
part of our job.  We're supposed to see to it that whatever happens, it's
the best thing for you.  Believe me, if we didn't really need to get this
done, there's no way your dad and I would let anyone near you.  We've both
got a bad habit of loving you just like you are and being just a little
protective."  Then he gave me a tight squeeze and a kiss on top of my head.
Who could argue with that?

When we got out of the tub he gave me one of his special rough rubdowns
with the towel to dry me off.  They always felt good and got me bouncing.
Before he settled down on the sofa he put some more wood on the fire.  It
flared up some and started popping so he made sure the screen was
completely closed.  When he finally settled down I settled in his lap,
straddling him with my knees on the sofa and toes over the edge.  I just
looked at him.

"Alright, kid.  I recognize the mischief in those eyes," he told me, trying
to hide a smile.

I leaned against him and kissed him on the neck and whispered in his ear
that I loved him.  He took the hint and started scratching my butt.  I lay
there and enjoyed it for a few minutes and then told him I wanted him to
scratch my magic spot.  I let him know that I'd already made sure I was
clean and put the Vaseline on the table.  He told me I was a little
conniver.  So?

"I have a better idea.  Rather than work your magic spot tonight, how about
if I give you a powder rub?  I don't want you getting all worked up just
before you need to get to sleep, and you'll be going to bed shortly.  We
have to get up at 5:30 tomorrow morning.  Besides, if the doctors start
checking things, I don't want to explain to them why you have Vaseline up
your butt.  Get up and I'll get the powder for you."

I thought my idea was more fun and he could wear me out making me feel
good; I'd really sleep good then.  I also understood he didn't want to
explain lube up my treasure hole; I didn't want to have to explain it,
either.  When he came back he had the powder and a glass of water.  He said
for me to enjoy the water because that was the last I could have until
after the surgery.  When I protested he had an interesting explanation and
option.

"The doctors and nurses don't want you peeing on them during the operation.
If they found out you had water after the time they gave us, then you'd
have a choice between two things.  One would be a catheter, which is a
small tube stuck up your little pee hole to drain the bladder.  The bad
thing about that is when they take it out and you have to pee, it hurts;
and that's with a capital 'H'.  The second choice is a diaper, just like
when you were a baby."

"Noooo way!  I'm not wearin' a diaper for nobody."  I sipped on the water.

As usual, he laid me across his lap and sprinkled me with powder.  His
hands felt good as they moved up and down my back.  It was especially nice
when he worked a small area at a time and slowly worked his way down.  Like
always, he skipped over my butt and reached down behind my knees.  The end
of his thumb dug into my leg and inched its way up to my butt.  The closer
he got to the sensitive areas, the more I opened my legs and relaxed.

His fingers worked their way down through the valley and found the
perineum, which he massaged gently with two fingers.  Then he'd slip down
and caress the twins.  Sometimes he let my package go and moved up to work
my nips.  One of my favorite parts was when he would have me straddle his
lap and lean against his legs.  He'd bend over and lick or nibble my nips
while he had kept a secure grip on my whole package. When he nibbled the
nips and ran his fingernails up and down my sides it was all I could do not
to holler as loud as possible.  He took to great highs where I was in my
own world.  Always, it wound up with me whimpering like a wet puppy and
melting into him.

***

Five thirty comes mighty early.  Feeling something on my butt, I turned and
saw my dad sitting next to me.  He woke me and said we had to get dressed
to go.  I protested, but it didn't do any good.  I noticed that I had my
special sleeping shorts on.  I didn't remember putting those on.  In fact,
I didn't remember going to bed, which means Uncle Ray carried me to bed.

"Hi," was all I could manage that early.

"Hi, yourself," he answered.  "Time to get up and go.  Brought you
something Ray thought you might want."

I wasn't awake enough to ask what he brought me.  He held up my Cherokee
necklace; the one that wards off bad spirits.  I just smiled while he put
it on me.

"Hey, Brad.  You up?"  That was Larry.

"What are you doin' here?" I asked, surprised.

"Your dad said I could come give you a hard time."

"Gee, thanks, dad." I said more than a little sarcastically.

Since I didn't get to eat any breakfast or have anything to drink, it took
me all of about ten minutes to dress and brush my teeth.  Once we got to
the hospital, they told me to undress and get in bed.  I could've just
walked in wearing my shorts and saved everybody time.

Uncle Ray was right about one thing.  When they stuck that needle in the
back of my hand, that was not fun.  Worse, they left it there. A nurse came
in and asked for my dad.  Dad and Uncle Ray pointed at one another.  When
she looked at me I told her I had two dads.  She looked at Larry and just
nodded.  Poor lady, she was confused.  I thought she should have to put up
with both of them all the time like I did.

All I can remember was having to wear a gown that was wide open in the back
and since that left part of me naked, it was cold.  They took me to a
holding area where people kept asking me how I felt and talking to dad and
Uncle Ray.  I saw the nurse stick a needle in the tube.  The next thing I
remembered was somebody waking me and asking me how I felt.  These people
did not communicate; everybody wanted t know how I felt.

Dad asked me if I wanted anything.  I told him I felt like I was trying to
move in a fog and felt weird; I couldn't see right.  I remember him saying
something about being awake and a nurse came in.  She looked at the side of
my face; that's when I realized there was a big bandage there covering my
left eye.  When she asked me if I needed anything, I let her know I was
hungry.  Uncle Ray said he would go out and get a hamburger if it was all
right for me to have it.  I fell asleep before the hamburger came.

This time, when I woke up again, I really woke up.  I was wide awake and
had to go, bad.  They had me in this bed with the sides up so I couldn't
get out.  It was like an overgrown baby crib.  When I told Uncle Ray I
needed to get up and go to the bathroom, he told me to stay put and handed
me this little pitcher.  When I protested he told me I had to either use
the pitcher or wet the bed.  He said I couldn't get up until somebody came
and unfastened some of the stuff they had on me and stuck in me.

Finally, they let me up and I was ready to go home.  I needed to go again
but I wasn't saying anything.  The hamburger was cold and soggy; the fries
weren't worth talking about.  Instead of going straight home, Uncle Ray
took us all out for bar-b-que.  I looked at the clock, I'd spent all day at
the hospital; no wonder I was so hungry.  What happened to 'it will only
take about forty-five minutes'?

At Uncle Ray's I was told to make myself comfortable on the sofa and stay
there.  I started to protest when I was told to choose between the sofa and
the bedroom.  After I settled on the sofa, Dad said he had to get back and
was taking off.  I looked at him and he did the same as always.  There was
no hug, no kiss, he didn't even mess up my hair; it was just a quick so
long and see you Sunday.  Over the years I learned not to let that bother
me; it's just the way he was.  When I needed someone to hold me and let me
feel that I was loved, I knew Uncle Ray was there; he never felt like
showing someone you cared was sissy.

Once we knew Dad was gone, Larry and I both got comfortable.  Since I was
supposed to stay on the sofa I let Larry take my clothes to the bedroom.
Uncle Ray came in with another pill that he said was for pain and some kind
of anti-biotic.  When he settled down he had me on one side and Larry on
the other.  This was probably the quietest evening he'd ever get with both
Larry and me in the house.

The next thing I remembered was waking up in the bedroom.  I was snuggled
in my nest and it was dark.  The clock said it was three-something.  I was
in my nest and wide awake.  I also had a problem.  After taking care of my
problem I slipped back into my nest, but I was still wide awake and I had
to take care of another problem.

I put a towel over his leg and then straddled it.  At first, I just moved
kind of slow and easy, enjoying the feelings.  My arm stretched across his
stomach, with the other one under his shoulder.  I lost myself in how good
I felt, concentrating on deep breaths and the way the towel tickled the
sensitive triangle.

"Uuummmmppphhh ^Å^Å uummmmmppphhh ^Å^Å oooohhhhh ^Å.. oooohhhh ^Å..uummpphh
^Å. Ooohh gaaahhhddd ^Å.. uuummmpphh ^Å.. ooohhhh ^Å. Ooohhh "

I felt his hand squeeze my cheek.  "Easy, kiddo.  You alright?"

"Nooooo," I answered, "I'm horny and tryin' ta get my nut.  Uuummmpphhh"

I lay there humping his leg.  I didn't even stop to answer him.  He shifted
around and pulled me on top, spreading my legs to each side so I looked
like a frog sitting on him.  It's been a long time since I humped him like
that or straddled him this way.  I put my hands under each shoulder for
leverage and started humping away.

"Aren't you going to hold my butt and help me?"

"Why?  You seem to be doing a pretty good job on your own."

"Uuunnhhh ^Å..uuuummmmppphh ^Å. Oooohhhhh ^Å.. oooohhhhh ^Å..aaaaaahhhh ^Å
ooohh ^Å ooohh" I humped like a rabbit in heat. I could feel his fingers
playing with my butt.  "Oooohh .. ooohh .. oooohh ^Åoohh fuuuuck ^Å. I'm
cummminnng ^Å" As soon as I told him I was there he stuck his finger in my
hole; hard, fast and deep.  "AAAAAAAHHHHH ..oohh .. oohh ..oohhhhhhhh
gaaahhd ^Å. Oooohhhhh.  Uncle Raay?  Good one."  I told him, panting for
breath while I tried to clamp down on his finger and wiggle my butt to feel
more.

He held me while I caught my breath, still whimpering from the sensations
of a good high.  I just leaned into him while his fingers stroked through
my hair.  He whispered to me to take deep breaths and let it out slowly.  I
didn't realize that I'd broken into a sweat while I did that.  He rolled me
on my side and used the towel to wipe my juices off both of us.  While he
patted my butt he told me to settle back in my nest; he still needed some
rest.

***

Thursday I found myself restricted to the house.  This meant Larry was too
since Uncle Ray left mid-morning to head to his office.  He said it was end
of the quarter and payroll tax time.  We weren't totally bored.  Remember,
there was a pool table and Pac-Man in the house.  We did the Pac-Man thing
with the loser having to kiss the winner's butt.  Normally, I didn't mind
letting Larry kiss my butt, but this time for some reason, he was winning
more than me.  I decided we should try the pool table, but I didn't do any
better there.  This was not my day.

When lunch time came around, which wasn't too long after our mid-morning
snack, I found some French-bread pizzas in the freezer.  These were some of
my favorite, especially the three-meat kind.  When I told Larry this was
lunch he said he didn't like cold pizza.  I told him I hadn't planned on
eating them straight from the freezer; they'd be better cooked in the oven.
I forgot that he wasn't allowed to fool with the stove at home; for that
matter, neither was I.  We called Uncle Ray and he told us what to do and
to not forget to use the timer so we didn't forget and burn everything
down.

That afternoon, things started getting boring.  Larry thought it'd be fun
to play slave, with him as the slave.  Normally I'd tell him to forget it,
but today I was just in one of those moods.  I didn't mind being catered to
and waited on.  First on my list was a nice shower with him bathing me.  I
needed one since I hadn't had one since I got up and probably smelled a
little from my early morning session with Uncle Ray.

The trick behind playing this game was to make sure the slave knew who was
in charge and to punish him without really hurting him.  To show who was in
charge Larry had to step into the shower and turn the water on.  When the
water first comes out, it's cold; it doesn't matter which handle you turn,
it's cold.  The slave must stand there and endure the temperature until it
is just right; and it never is the first time, even if it really is.

When the slave says the water is how the master prefers it, the master
steps in and immediately protests.  After proper adjustments are made
instructions are then given for the type of bath.  The bath can be
invigorating or sensual, or anything else the master chooses.  I chose
sensual.  Sensual means every square inch gets special attention, and Larry
was real good with nips, the sac and the crack; boy, was he ever good
running a fingernail down the crack.  To avoid punishment the slave must
make the master enjoy the bath and get his nut, if he so desires, before
the water cools down.  Larry never made it.

Punishment was for him to dry me off good and then go ahead of me to
prepare the sofa and have a good show on the television.  He received two
hand swats delivered only hard enough to tingle.  He giggled and thanked me
properly as all slaves should.  This was followed by him sitting on the
floor and massaging my feet.  Cool game, right?  Guess who made up the
rules.

Uncle Ray came in while Larry was massaging my feet, and he wasn't alone.
He had Ben with him, which meant I lost my slave.  As soon as Ben got
comfortable (naked) he and Larry played the butt kissing game on Pac-Man.
Larry did most of the kissing this time, but he enjoyed that with Ben.
Uncle Ray said he was willing to bet that Larry lost deliberately.  Uncle
Ray asked what we did all day.  We told him we just hung around; he knew
better and didn't ask.

When we went to bed I could hear Larry and Ben in the other room.  They
weren't sleeping.  From the sound of things, whatever Ben was doing made
Larry real happy.  Uncle Ray wouldn't let me do much because of my eye, but
he did promise I could make up for it tomorrow after I got an all clear
from the doctor.  That's when I found out I had to see the doctor in the
morning.

***

The doctor removed the bandage and gave me an A+ on recovery.  He said I
didn't have to wear a bandage if I didn't want because everything was
closed.  He did some strange tests to make sure I could see all right and
control the eye.  As we left his office I felt relieved and was ready to
enjoy the rest of my vacation.  When we got in the car I did remember to
give Uncle Ray and hug and tell him thanks.

Larry and Ben sat in the back seat playing grab-ass.  Ben asked if we could
all go to Tom & Betty's again for lunch.  Like before, Uncle Ray ordered
three sandwiches and drinks.  We ate and were still entertained by all the
stuff on the walls.  When we got home and Uncle Ray left to handle personal
business, we started making our plans.  We had only two days and two nights
for fun.  Part of our fun had to be ganging up on Uncle Ray and torturing
him like last time.  This was going to take some planning.

Turned out that Uncle Ray had his own plans for fun.  After we got home he
told Ben and Larry he was going to show them how to play a new game called
"rack the balls".  He put Larry up on the corner of the table and told him
to stay there.  He also told him not to move or he might hurt himself.
Larry, being trusting, just sat there while Uncle Ray started explaining
the game.  When Larry realized which balls would most likely get racked, he
almost ripped them off trying to get down.

That night Uncle Ray and I got one of our leisurely soak baths.  I soaked,
he bathed and pampered.  We stayed in until the water started getting cool.
Then it was Larry and Ben's turn.  Uncle Ray said the hot water tank would
have recharged as long as he and I were in there, so Ben and Larry wouldn't
have any problems.  They stayed in there until the water turned cool.
Larry came out with a smile on his face.  It was like Ben said, Larry was
born ready.  I didn't ask; I didn't want to know.

On the way to bed that night I followed Uncle Ray in.  I let him know that
I wasn't tired and we had some playtime to make up.  He always accused me
of having a mischievous grin; you should have seen him when he turned
around.  He caught me by surprise and I stopped in my tracks.  It didn't do
any good because he grabbed me and threw me on the bed.  Before I stopped
bouncing and could get my bearings he was stretched out on top of me and
had my arms stretched above my head as far as they would go without coming
out of the sockets.

I hollered 'NOOOOOOO' and started giggling like crazy.  He ignored me and
attacked my armpits.  He attacked the rest of me too, every spot he could
find.  I was where I wanted to be, getting what I wanted.  I knew I was in
heaven when he lubed me up good and his finger found my magic spot.  As he
worked me I told him to loosen me up so I could sit on his pole.  My whole
body felt like it was on fire.  He had two fingers in me and was having to
hold me down to keep me on the bed.  I don't know how many times I went
over the edge that night.  I do know that he gave me all the attention and
took nothing.  Before I could sit on his pole I fell asleep, exhausted.

The next morning Larry and Ben teased me about how much noise I made.  They
didn't have any room to talk.  That afternoon was payback, in aces.  All
three of us tackled Uncle Ray and put cuffs on him.  We knew he could have
thrown us off anytime he wanted, but he let us have our fun.  We made sure
we took our time and teased him as much as we knew how.  Larry had a good
time putting the vibrator plug up his butt and running the speed up and
down.  After a while, we did let him up, hoping he'd go for payback; he
did.

Grabbing Ben and me, he pulled the bed out of the sofa.  He tossed us on
the bed and straddled us to keep us down while he and Larry tied us to the
top bar.  Then he told Larry he was going to teach him how to really make
us climb a wall.  He used feathers, fingernails in extra sensitive areas,
kissed and licked spots and teased us with his fingertips.  He did me while
Larry duplicated the moves on Ben.  The only thing Larry couldn't do was
when Uncle Ray rubbed the tip of my pride and joy over his day old beard.
When he'd start stroking us and he thought we were close he used his thumb
and middle finger to thump the head.  We hollered that it hurt, but our
laughing didn't let the complaints sound convincing.

Larry was having a great time when Uncle Ray had him stand in the middle of
the doorway to the hall.  The doorway between the hall and living room was
a set of double French doors.  Larry stood there watching Uncle Ray and
laughing at us.  The next thing he knew Uncle Ray had his arms strung out
and secured to the door hinges.  Larry was spread out in the doorway and
the expression on his face said he couldn't wait to get the attention.  Ben
and I were let loose to play with Larry.  He squealed and hollered and
loved every minute of it.  He really loved it when Ben stuck the toy plug
in him; you should have seen the dance he did when Ben ran the speed up and
down.  Uncle Ray sat on the bed and read his paper while we did our thing
with Larry.

After a while I stopped and let Ben have his fun with Larry; I got in Uncle
Ray's lap.  After I gave him a hug I turned around, sitting in his lap and
melted into him.  I always enjoyed sitting like that especially when he
wrapped an arm across me and kept me close.  He whispered in my ear asking
me if I was tired.  I admitted to being a little tired and was resting a
little.  I was reserving my energy for later when we went to bed.  It was a
good vacation and I wanted it to end with a real good time.

When we went to bed I told him I wanted to sit on him; he said I wasn't
prepared.  I protested, telling him I could take it, but it didn't help.
Rather than ruin the mood of the night I climbed up and straddled him with
my knees on the mattress.  Leaning forward, I propped my hands on his
pillow and started teasing him by biting his ear and then licking the
inside.  He put his hands on my side and I told him he either had to let me
play like this or let me sit on his pole.  He could have stopped me, but he
let me go and I put all I had into teasing him and making him feel good.

I licked and kissed the side of his neck, starting on one side and not
breaking contact till I reached the other side.  Working my way down to his
nips I tongued, nibbled and pinched till he was breathing deeply and
moaning.  While I nibbled I ran my fingernails up and down his sides and in
circles.  Gradually I slipped my butt down and made sure I tongued down
both sides till I reached his package.

At his package I teased the tip of his pole then moved to the twins.  While
I worked his sac I made a note that next time I needed to trim the hair.  I
told him he way too many pubes; I wondered what I'd look like when I got
pubes.  After I worked the package some and fingered his hole he grabbed me
and flipped me upside down.  He was now tonguing my hole and pushing his
tongue in.  While he tongued me he pinched my nipples.  It was a contest on
who moaned the loudest.  It was late when we finished.  Both of us covered
in sweat and juices.  He laid me on top of him and rubbed my back while
running his fingers through my hair.  I held on to him and fell asleep.

Did I have a good spring vacation?  Oh yeah; except for Wednesday, of
course.  Larry and Ben had a good time too.

End Chapter Thirty-Nine

To Be Continued; comments welcome, contact Dwight Wilson at
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