Date: Thu, 22 Mar 2007 03:38:09 -0700 (PDT)
From: adm2780 <adm2780@yahoo.com>
Subject: Brads Idol  Chapter Forty-Three

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Chapter Forty-Three: Brads Idol

Grandma and my aunt drove me home.  As we approached the house I spotted a
white 442 sitting in the driveway.  There was no mistaking what it meant,
Uncle Ray was here.  But, why?..and, when?  I got excited and curious.
When I looked at Grandma, she just gave me a little smile.  She knew he
would be here and never told me.

When I went inside I had to look for him.  Him, Dad and Kathy were in my
room with packing boxes.  I stood in the doorway, looking at them,
dumbfounded.

"What's goin' on?"

"We're doing fine, nice of you to ask and it's good to see you, too." Dad
answered.

"Hi, how ya doin'?" I answered, getting his meaning loud and clear. "What's
up? Why are you packing my stuff?"

"Well, it's like this, son." With that beginning I knew my dad was in one
of his moods and I'd never get a straight answer from him.  He thought this
was funny. "Kathy and I decided you're getting so close to the age of being
a royal pain in the butt that we should go ahead and trade you in now
before we had to pay somebody to take you off our hands.  Fortunately, we
were able to find someone that thought they might like to have a kid about
your age.  We tried talking 'em out of it, but they said they'd take the
chance.  The only condition was all your clothes had to go with you.  After
thinking about it a couple of seconds, we agreed.  Your just in time to
help pack."

"Daaad, come off it.  I know you better than that." was my response.  Two
could play this game and I'd gotten plenty of practice with him. "How much
did you get?  Half's mine."

With that answer I heard my grandma and aunt break into hysterics.  Grandma
told my dad he'd played the game with me too much to think he could just
get away with it one more time.

"Uncle Ray?  Come on, what's happenin'?  When'd you get here?"  I decided
to go for someone who might be reasonable with me.

"Hey, kid, talk to your dad and Kathy.  I just agreed to help pack, so I
came down day before yesterday.  Your dad said he might need some support
when he broke the news to you, but I think he did a pretty good job, don't
you?"

Okay, so now I knew both of them had taken the same 'dumb ass' pill.  Kathy
stood there with a big grin, laughing with my grandma and aunt.  I gave
grandma a pleading look, something that usually worked.  She didn't let me
down.

"Okay, fellas.  Fun is fun.  Don't you think you're pushing it this time?
Maybe you should tell him the truth?"

"Mom, don't mislead the kid.  Okay, so we did get a little cash.  I don't
see why we should split it with him; look what he's put us through," dad
told her.  Grandma's smile started disappearing, fast.  That was a good
sign for me.

"All right.  Enough is enough.  The two of you ganging up on Brad."
Grandma's tone of voice changed so it got their attention; at least,
some. "You've had your fun.  Can't you see how upset you're getting him?
Tell him the truth or I'll take him back with me."

"Mom, you don't understand.  Sometimes it takes the two of us against the
squirt just so we can have an even chance.  Besides, I haven't had that
much chance to pick on him this summer.  Your dear little sweet grandson
only called his dad about once a week, if that.  My turn to pick."  They
weren't fussing.  This is the way they went at each other all the time.
Grandma treating dad like he was still somewhat of a kid, which he was
sometimes, and dad wanting to sound like he was rebelling.  Grandma always
won.

"Kiddo," Uncle Ray finally spoke up, "why don't you take a guess what's
happening here.  Look real close before you say anything."

So much for getting a straight answer; I should have known better.  I
looked around.  They were packing all my stuff.  Not just my clothes, but
everything I had.  Then I saw it.  They were also packing Larry's stuff.
It took me a minute to figure it out.

"We're moving."  The look on their faces said I guessed right.

"Good guess, kiddo," Kathy's turn, now. "While you were working so
diligently this summer I was offered a nice position with one of the big
five accounting firms.  The office I'll work from happens to be near Ray.
The position pays more than your dad and I make together right now.  There
are some things I need to finish first, but that's my problem.  The big
worry was what or how this would affect you, Larry and Laura."  I stood
there looking.  So far I understood every word, but it really didn't make
much sense.

"Your dad did some research and discovered the county Ray lives in has one
of the best school systems in the state.  Their schedule and curriculum is
different than here.  If you start here, then after four weeks we have to
transfer you up there.  You'll lose one week in the move and transfer.
Plus, they start a week earlier than here, so you'd be two weeks behind and
still have to adjust to a different curriculum.  Simple solution to the
hassles is to let you start school up there.  You and Larry will stay with
Ray till your Dad and I can get up there and get us a house.  Somehow, we
didn't think you and Larry would object to staying in that fun house
bachelor pad I hear Ray has."

I just stood there looking at her.  This was unreal.  Mind?  She had to be
kidding.  I was going home with Uncle Ray!  My problem was that after all
the crap they pulled when we got there, I wasn't totally sure Kathy wasn't
still kidding around.

"Brad, close your mouth son, you look silly," Uncle Ray told me. "Kathy's
not kidding.  Tomorrow morning, after your grandmother and aunt leave for
home, you and I head north.  Larry's dad is going to fly him up in three
days.  Laura is staying in Miami with her dad.  Now, how about a little
help pulling out some of the clothes you'll want for school and clearing
some of this mess?  You and I have to sleep in here tonight."

"No sweat, we just bought 'em.  They're in the car, ready to go." I smiled.
Who wanted old clothes for school, especially a new school?  Why don't
adults understand that a kid doesn't start school in old clothes?  That's
asking to be left out, cut out and laughed at.

***

We shared the air mattress on the floor.  My bed was clear, but only
because we moved everything to Larry's bed.  We lay there with me in my
favorite nest, but sleeping wasn't on my mind and he knew it.  I lay there
and played with his left nipple while I talked to him.

"How long do I get to stay with you?"

"That depends.  Kathy has a couple of tests to take.  They need to find a
house for all of you to live in, make arrangements to move, clean this
place up and turn it over to the rental agent.  Your dad and I guessed
about six or seven weeks, realistically.  Now, I hate to burst your little
bubble, but this isn't going to be all fun and games.  When it comes to
your education, I can make your dad look like a picnic."

"Burst your little bubble, but^Å." I said and he knew what I meant.

"No, this is what I mean.  I'm trying to be serious with you and you want
to play games.  Understand, when it comes to your education, there is no
option for playing around."

"I know.  I'm sorry, I just couldn't resist it the way you said that.
School's no problem when I put my mind to it.  When does school start?"

"Ten days.  First, I have to get both of you registered.  Kathy and I
picked up your records, yours and Larry's, yesterday."

"Will they let you register us?"

"Sure, why not.  I have a power of attorney for both of you."

"Since when?"

"On you since the first time you came to visit.  On Larry since the first
time he came to visit.  I can do anything with either one of you that I
want."

"Uncle Ray?  I know what I want; it's been over two weeks since I did
anything with anybody except me."  I didn't wait on an answer, I rolled
over some and nibbled and sucked his nipple.  At the same time I reached
over and started pinching the other one.  His back arched and he took a
deep breath.  We were on our way.

"I got a little bubble butt you can bust if you want to.  I'm horny; real
horny."

"Not tonight, young man.  Whether you realize it or not, when you get
started you are not exactly quiet.  Besides, you haven't been properly
prepared."

With that said he pulled me on top of him and then up.  He clamped his legs
around me to pin me down, wrapped his arms around me and attacked my neck.
If we had been at his house I would have hollered loud enough for the
neighbors to hear.  Instead, I took a deep breath and held on, whimpering
and loving every moment.  It was an instant hardon.

We rolled to the side and he didn't let go.  I was crushed against him.
His arm over the small of my back wouldn't even let me hump him.  I
whimpered and kept taking deep breaths and didn't know if I should struggle
or melt.  Swapping from one to the other I begged him to stop while I told
him to keep going.  Then I felt this finger slide down my crack.

"Ohhh gaaaahhhhd ^Åooooohhhhh ^Å. stoooop ^Åyyeeeeaaaah ^Åmoooore .. mooore
^Å do it harder ^Å. Oooohhhh ^Åmmmmmppphhhh ^Å mmmmppphhhh ^Å. yyeeeaaaahhh
stick me ^Å. stick me ^Å. Ooohhh ..ooohhhhh ^Å.. bite my tits ^Å. AAAHHHHHH
^Å my balls ^Å your crushin' 'em ^Å. yyeeeaaahhhh ^Å oohh .. oohh .. oohh
^Å uuuuhhhh ..  uuuhhhh ^Å oohh gaaaahhhd ^Å."

I needed to get my nut so bad I wanted to cry.  To keep from hollering out
I bit into his shoulder while he squeezed me tight.  Then I squirmed all I
could until I felt him start humping against me.  When he started, I
followed for all I was worth.  It ended with me whimpering and drooling all
over his shoulder.  He held me till I caught my breath and then I slid down
into my nest.  He wiped us off and ran is fingers through my hair while he
told me it was time to get some rest.

***

My grandma and aunt left right after breakfast.  We finished packing
clothes for me and Larry, and started loading the car.  Uncle Ray made sure
we had the computer we used for homework.  While we packed he put the towel
we used the night before in a plastic bag and stuffed it into a box that
was going with us.  It would not have been good for dad or Kathy to find
that towel and smell it.

It felt strange leaving for Uncle Ray's this time.  All the other times I
knew where I'd be coming back to; but not this time.  We were ready to
leave around nine thirty, but I wanted to go say goodbye to John.  We'd
become pretty good friends during the past year.  He was the only boy
around my age that I didn't have to ride my bike forever to see.  We shot a
lot of hoops and he helped me get a lot better.  When I got to his house,
he wasn't there and wouldn't be home till late afternoon.  I told his mom
what was going on and she said she'd let John know I came by to see him
before leaving.  We had one another's email address and I knew I could send
him a message from Uncle Ray's.  On the way 'home' I thought it might be
neat if he could come up for a visit some time.  We'd worry about that
later.

We left a little after eleven.  We did the usual hugs and kisses, love ya,
call me, be good kind of thing.  Still, it felt strange that I'd be going
to school staying somewhere that my dad wasn't there.  Funny thing,
sometimes I wondered if he really loved me when I thought about the times
he worked my butt over with his belt, plus all the hollering and lectures.
I'd never thought about whether he worried if I loved him.  When we left I
didn't wait for him to do what I always wanted, I did it first.  I ran and
jumped in his arms and wrapped my arms around his neck.  I kissed him on
the cheek and told him I loved him.  He wouldn't, or maybe couldn't, tell
me he loved me, but he did give me an extra tight squeeze.  He also told me
to be good in that special tone of voice that said he wasn't trying to give
me instructions; it was more than that.

Dad walked me to the car and helped me get the t-tops out.  I hadn't been
wearing a shirt since coming back from John's and just tossed one under the
seat.  When I got in I pulled the lever and let the seat drop to a
reclining position.  Dad handed me the seat belt.  Soon as I had it
fastened and straightened up he told me to be good and at the same time
smacked me right in the belly.  You should have seen the red hand print I
had across the front of me.  He got me so hard I started to tear up but
didn't cry.  It really stung.  I knew he didn't mean it because he brushed
over it with his hand to make it better; fat chance of that happening.

While Uncle Ray drove, I set the radio to the right station, which meant it
wasn't Uncle Ray's elevator music, and lay back to get some rays.  I didn't
remember crossing the county line.  I woke when Uncle Ray was slowing down
on the exit ramp in Daytona Beach.  Somebody had spread a shirt over me.

"Good morning, sunshine.  Hungry?"

"Some," I said. "We in Daytona?  Who put this shirt over me, I wanted some
rays."  I was still out of it or I'd have figured out there was only one
person that could have put the shirt over me.

"Yes. Me. You were getting more than a few rays, you were burning.  How
about some Krystal burgers?"

"No way!  You know what gut busters do to you.  You'll be fartin' all the
way home and I'd have to listen to it.  Do we have to do fast food?  Can't
we go inside and be waited on?"

"If you'll put your shirt and shoes on, we can.  How about Ruby Tuesday's?"

I was probably still half asleep going into the restaurant.  It was cold in
there.  I couldn't believe Uncle Ray would even think of Krystal's for
lunch.  Both he and Dad told me how, when they were at university together
they were on a tight budget and lunch was two Krystals and water every day.
They both also told me how they affected Uncle Ray.  Dad used to tease
Uncle Ray about it all the time.  No way did I want to go through that.

After lunch, when we got back on the road, I tried to position my seat so I
could lay on my stomach and get some rays on my back.  That lasted for
about fifteen minutes or the first hundred bumps; I'm not sure which was
first.  One thing was certain, my back didn't like bending that way.  I
scooted up so my knees were in the seat; I was draped over the back of the
seat.  My lower back needed some rays so I pushed my pants down some but
not so much that I didn't stay decent.  Uncle Ray finally told me that
anyone we pulled up on or that passed us might think I was trying to moon
them.  He suggested that I could lie in the sun at the house.

When we got home it didn't take nearly as long to unload the car as it did
to pack and load.  We put everything in what was supposed to be the room
Larry and I would share.  Soon as we finished the last trip out to the car
I stripped and ran for the pool.  I hadn't realized how hot it was riding
in the car.  When I looked I saw that I did get some sunburn down my front.
The cool pool water felt good.  Uncle Ray came out shortly with the phone
and motioned for me to come over.  He just handed me the phone and a towel.
I knew it meant for me to call my dad.  I dried off and did what I should.

When I hung up tears formed in my eyes.  Uncle Ray saw them.

"Uncle Ray, how come my dad won't tell me he loves me?"

He sat behind me and pulled me back, so I leaned into him.  Then he wrapped
an arm over each shoulder.  "I think you need to learn there's more than
one way to say 'I love you'.  I've heard your dad say it many times; not
just say it, but almost scream it.  Think about the times he's taken off
from work to drive you up to Daytona to meet me so you could spend a few
days up here.  What about the weekends he put you on the bus from
university to come here.  When I say scream that he loves you, think about
this summer.  Your dad has given up what most dads would consider their
time so you could do what he thought would make you happy.  Your dad has
trouble saying the words you want to hear, but he knows how to show you he
loves you.  Understand?"

"I think so.  I never looked at it like that but when you say it, it kinda
makes sense.  There is one thing I wish he'd do sometimes though to show me
he loved me; I'd really like for him to just walk up and give me a hug.
You do it, why can't he?"

"I can't explain that to you, Brad.  I can tell you that as a little boy he
didn't have a dad at home to tell him he loved him or to give him a hug.  I
think that maybe he just never learned how and now he's afraid to try.  Can
I suggest something?"  I nodded without saying anything. "You keep giving
him the hugs and telling him that you love him.  Maybe, just maybe, one day
he'll figure it out.  Just remember though about all the things he's let
you do that most kids never have a chance to experience.  It's because he
loves you."

We sat there on the deck with him holding me.  We didn't say anything.  He
just held me and hugged me.  Sometimes he'd start rocking a little.  It was
hot and we both were covered in sweat.

"Uncle Ray, no offense, but you kinda stink.  You need a bath."  I said it
with a mostly straight face.

He got up and picked me up like we were going inside.  Suddenly he turned
and we were flying through the air.  I hollered and twisted to see where we
were.  Too late, I saw the water and went under with my mouth wide open.
When I came up and got my breath I used both hands to push a wave at him.
He dove under and the next thing I knew I was under, too.

"Hey! You're not playin' fair.  You dunked me and I didn't even get my
breath yet."  He came over and put his arm around me to support me while I
got the water out of my eyes and nose.  When he thought I was breathing
normal he asked if I was okay.  When I nodded I was, he pushed me under
again and took off.  I wasn't going to get anywhere like that so I got out
of the pool.  He was swimming under water trying to find my legs and I
wasn't there.  When he came up and opened his mouth for air, I did a
perfect cannonball right in front of him.  I swam away under water and
headed for the side.  My turn to laugh.

"Okay, kiddo, you got me back real good.  How about a little supper?"

He thawed some ground beef and browned it.  After it was drained he added
some potatoes O'brien and set it to simmer.  When he covered the pan he
walked up behind me, picked me up and tossed me over his shoulder.

"Hey! What'rya doin'?  I was settin' the table."

He took me in the family room and dropped me in his oversized chair.  I
wasn't sitting in it; it was more like I was half-laying in it.  He spread
my legs out and dropped to his knees.  He never said a word.  He pinned my
arms down by my side and attacked my nips with some real enthusiasm.  He
sucked and nibbled hard.  When I sucked air through gritted teeth and tried
to arch my back, he pushed down on my arms and swapped nips.

I did a dance with my legs and moaned, trying to push my package into him.
He kept his stomach just far enough away that I could barely touch the hair
that ran down his stomach to his package.  I could hear him laughing while
I whimpered and squirmed.  After a while he stopped, looked at me and asked
if I smelled anything.  Who cared?  God, I was hot and on the edge.  I
needed my nut now, not to smell something.  He stood and pulled me up,
tossing me over his shoulder again.  He said it was time to eat.

"You can't leave me like this!  I'm horny as hell and need to shoot.  Put
me down!  Put me down!" I cried.

"No, you don't need to shoot.  That was just an appetizer.  Don't touch
yourself."

"Uncle Ray, you can't expect me to stay like this.  My dick's so hard it
hurts."

"Don't touch.  If you even think about it or trying to rub something I'll
tie your hands behind your back.  You'll have a rough time eating then.
Besides, it'll be more fun for you later."

"What are ya goin' ta do later?"  I needed to know.

"Relax, kiddo.  It's a surprise.  What do you like for me to do?"

"Promise?" I asked all hot, bothered and excited.  He nodded.

After a supper I almost swallowed whole, we still had to clean up the
dishes.  I was more than ready for whatever he had planned.  When
everything was put away he said we still had to wait a few minutes.  When I
gave him a confused and pleading look he said we needed to give nature time
to run its course.  After I answered nature's call we got in the shower
where I got thoroughly cleaned.  Somewhere along the way I'd gone soft
again.

While he dried me off I started thinkin' about what I knew he was going to
do and rose to full salute again.  I didn't say anything; I watched him.
He had that look on his face that he said was mischievous when I looked
that way.  This was my night to be carried over his shoulder.  When he
picked me up again I helped and started giggling.  He gave me a friendly
pop on the butt and told me I sounded happy for somebody that was about to
get tossed on the floor.  Oh yeah!

He grabbed a light blanket on the way to the family room.  Once there, he
spread it out using his feet; he wouldn't put me down.  I felt his hand on
my back and saw my perspective on the room quickly changing as he lay me
down.  He dropped to his knees and leaned over me.  I couldn't help
laughing.

"Your choice.  Boy? or toy?"

I thought for a second before I answered "Toy."  I wasn't real sure what
that meant but knew he'd make it fun.  I didn't even consider him hurtin'
me.  No matter what choice I made, he'd make it fun for me and I knew it.
He got up and came back with the cuffs.  He cuffed my right wrist to my
right ankle; my left wrist to my left ankle.  I didn't expect that and
began to wonder if I made the right choice.  He lifted my butt and placed a
throw pillow under my butt and small of my back.  He went back to his
knees, spreading them so they were just on either side of my butt.  He
leaned over me and smiled.  It was coming.

Leaning to his right, he kissed and then nibbled the area behind my left
knee.  I never knew it was so sensitive.  While he nibbled behind my knee
the left hand was running his finger nail up and down the back and inside
of my leg.  With his right hand he ran a finger nail over my treasure hole.

"OOOHHH GAAHHD! .. OOOHHHH .. AAAAAAHHHHH .. STOP..STOOOP .. oh gaaaahhhhd
^Å that's not fair ^Å aaaaahhhh ^Å. shit .. shit .. shit .. shit
.. oooohhhhh ^Å yeeaaah ^Åyeeeaaahhh ^Å. YYYEEESSSS .. YYYEEESSSS .. ohh
fuck! ^Å AAAAHHHH!!!"

He played around my hole. teasing me to tears and screaming for more.
Finally I felt the coolness of the lube as he squirted it on my treasure
hole and began to massage it in.  I pushed out like I was taking a dump but
he didn't go in.  While he tortured my hole he continued to tongue bathe
the back and inside of my thigh and rake his nails up and down.  His other
hand tickled my crack.  Feelings came from everywhere and I could only beg
and plead for him to do more.

"Ooohhhhh gaaahhhd ^Å yyeeeesssss .. mooooore .. do mooore ^Å yeah, harder
^Å stick me ^Å. fuck ^Å yeah, fuck me ^Å. make me feel it ^Å yeeeaaahhh
^Å. oooooooooohh . oh jeeeeze ^Å.. fuck me .. pleeaassse .. fuck me ^Å I
love it .. yeah ^Å twist 'em again ^Å.  oohhh ^Å fuck ^Å OOHHHH FUCK .."

Another finger went in and he went for my magic spot and started pushing it
hard.  Sometime, while he fingered me, I shot and shot hard, without him
touching me.

"ooooohhhh Uncle Raaay ^Å oooooohhhh ^ÅYEAH! .. MORE!! ^ÅYEAH!! ^Å
AAAAHHHHH!! ^Å fuck .. fuck me ^Å fuck me now ^Å pleeaase ?"

I felt his head touch my treasure spot and push in.  I tried pushing out
and into him.  My butt and legs and everything else felt like they were on
fire.  I wanted him in me; I wanted it bad.  I felt his hands on my hips,
pulling me.  He stopped when he was all the way in and removed the cuffs.
I wrapped my legs around him.  When he bent down and sucked my nipple in
his mouth I wrapped my arms around him and held him there.  He didn't move
but I began wiggling my butt from side to side.  I could feel him moving in
me.  We were both sweaty and slick.  While I held him he put both hands
behind my thighs and scraped me with his nails.  If he hadn't been on me
I'd have cleared the floor.  He began a gentle fuck while I held him and
mewed; again, I was his wet puppy and loved it.

"Ooohhh yeeaah that feels sooo good ^Å. I love feelin' you move in me ^Å
ooohhh don't stop ^Å fuck me good ^Å niiicce .. niiicce ^Å mmmmmmppphhh
^Å. don't stop ^Å"

He slid in and out, nice and easy.  While he plowed me real good he tongue
bathed my neck and rimmed out my ears.  His fingers worked each nip till
they burned.  I kept trying to arch my back and push into him when I felt
him pushing back into me.  I tried to match his movements.  I'd lost track
of time.  We'd been there long enough that I was getting worn out but
didn't want to stop.  I was his boy and only his boy and I loved it.

"Fuck me hard ... do it fast ^Å make me feel it ^Å do it hard ^Å fuck my
ass .. plow me .."

I wanted to feel him going hard and fast.  The nice and easy motion felt
good, but I wanted to know my butt had been plowed hard.  He didn't
disappoint me.  He grabbed my hips and pulled me into him.  I could hear
him breath fast and hard.  We both were covered in sweat.

"Here it comes ^Å uuuggghhh ^Å uuuggghhh ^Å it's comin' kid ^Å get ready
^Å.  yeeeaaahhh ^Å ohhhh FUCK!!! ^Å AAAHHH .. AAHH .. AAHH ^Å there."

When I heard him start to shoot I clamped my legs behind his back and held
him.  When he stopped pumping into me I waited a few seconds and did a
sit-up, wrapping my arms around his neck.  I held tight and bit into his
shoulder.  It felt strange feeling his juice shoot into me.  I wondered
what it felt like for him.  Someday, he'd let me find out.  When my dick
rubbed his stomach, I started shooting again.  The butt muscles closing in
around his shaft felt awesome.

He leaned over and laid me down again.  Sitting up, he scooped some of my
juice off my stomach and put it on his lips.  He scooped some more and put
it on my lips.  We both licked our lips at the same time.  Placing his
hands behind my shoulders, he pulled me up to him again.  I held tight.  I
was his boy, we both knew it and liked it.  Nothing needed to be said as he
carried me to the shower.

***

Clean and fresh, we sat in the oversized chair watching television.  I sat
on his left leaning into him with his arm over my shoulder.  Swimming
didn't interest me at the moment.  I had other things on my mind; things
that worried me.

"Uncle Ray, I wanna ask you something, but don't get mad at me, okay?"  He
squeezed my shoulder.  "Am ^Å. am I a slut?"  I felt him tense, relax and
then twist some like he was looking at me.  I didn't look up at him; I was
afraid to.

"Why would you think you're a slut?" he asked simply, running his fingers
through my hair.

"I heard kids talk about boys that like sex a lot and think mostly about
getting their nut.  I read some about it too.  Sometimes I get feelings
like all I want to do is get my nut.  I'll play with myself and shoot and
sometimes it doesn't go back down.  It stays up and I've rubbed it till it
was red and hurt."  I spoke in a low voice, trying to hide the tears
running down my face.  He didn't push me, he just held me.

"When we worked at the apartments this summer and me and Todd and Tommy
worked outside, I'd look at Tommy and get horny.  He's only nine months
older than me but he's taller and got more muscle.  I wondered if I'd grow
that much in nine months.  There was somethin' else I wondered; whether his
dick and balls were that much bigger, too.  I wanted to see him naked,
Uncle Ray, and there's been boys at gym when we're changin' clothes I've
looked at."  The tears really started flowing now and I couldn't talk to
him any more.  He still held me and ran fingers through my hair, letting me
calm down.  When I calmed down I still didn't look at him; it was easier
that way.

"I read where boys who do that they call sluts.  Some they call cum sluts.
If the boy liked ta get fucked they said he was a boy pussy.  I don't wanna
be a pussy but I keep havein' these dreams about things I wanna do or try.
Sometimes I wake up and I've shot and messed up my bed.  Is there somethin'
wrong with me, Uncle Ray?"

He didn't say anything.  He let me sit there for a couple of minutes and
then lifted me so I lay across his lap, just like when I was little.  My
head lay against his shoulder.  I took a few deep breaths trying to calm
down but it didn't help.  Turning to bury my face in his shoulder and
wrapping an arm around his neck, I just cried.  He just held me till I
stopped.  When I stopped he turned me back around and used the corner of
the blanket we'd been lying on to wipe my face.

"You feel better now?"  I nodded in response.  "There's nothing wrong with
you.  The dreams you have where you wake up and find you've shot off, those
are called wet dreams.  Every boy has them; unfortunately they're only
going to get more frequent for the next few years.  They are the result of
an illness we call the 'raging hormone disease' that affects all males from
their early teens to late twenties."  He was trying to sound like it was
something I should laugh at, but I didn't like it.

"You mean I'm gonna start wettin' my bed for the next fifteen years?"  I
asked, shocked and unhappy.  "Do ya start wearin' a diaper again?"

He was laughing now.  "No, you don't wear a diaper.  Sometimes you'll find
it helps if maybe when you take a shower you pay special attention to your
personal toy and get your nut.  Sometimes that helps avoid the problem
during the night.  With each guy it's a little different."

"So there's nothin' wrong with me 'cause I wet the bed?  It wasn't bad?"

"No, it wasn't bad.  It's normal, and it's normal to be embarrassed by it,
but you'll learn to handle the situation.  Another thing you need to
understand is that boys are competitive by nature.  Do you remember running
races at school and it was important to be the fastest and win?"  I
nodded. "That's competition.  Right now you are becoming aware of your body
and I bet you've heard girls and friends talk about how hot a guy looks and
that he has a nice bod.  Right?  That's wanting to be recognized and
admired or accepted by your peers.  It's normal.  Boys are curious to know
if their package is just as big, and hopefully bigger, than other boys.
After all, it's your package that helps define you as a boy."

He stopped talking, but I kept thinking.  I never thought about why I was
curious about another boy's package.  He was right about one thing, I was
curious to see if I was as big as the other guys.  Nobody wanted to be
different unless it was a good different.  Being smaller than the other
guys wasn't a good different.

"Now, as far as being a slut or boy pussy.  You've been using phrases like
'plow my ass' and some others that I've wondered where you learned them.
I'm guessing you and Larry have been reading adult sites on the internet,
right?"  I looked down and nodded.  "There's a reason they're labeled adult
sites.  Mostly because you aren't mature enough yet to separate fantasy
from reality.  Right now I want you to just trust me when I tell you that
you are not a slut or boy pussy.  I also want you to promise me you won't
be looking at those sites here without talking to me first."

"But, Uncle Ray?  They're hot stories.  You should read some of the stuff
they do.  Man, you can get horny as hell.  Sometimes I have ta stop and get
my nut a couple times before I can keep readin'."

"Brad, until I'm satisfied that you can tell fantasy from reality, I want
the promise.  You know, instead of trusting you I could just block the
computer.  I prefer to think I can trust you."

"Okay, I promise.  I swear, Uncle Ray, you can trust me.  Does that mean
Larry, too?"

"Yes, it does.  I'm going to find a story on the internet for you to read
and then we'll talk about what's realistic and what's not.  Then we'll take
it from there.  There's something else I want from you.  Think son.
Knowing what you've been doing, I'm concerned now why you want to have that
cute little bubble butt stuffed like you do.  Do you think you need to do
that to show you love me?"

"Uh-uh, no way, Uncle Ray.  It's just that, well, I like it.  I don't let
nobody touch me there but you.  You said that was my special treasure and I
won't share it with nobody but you.  Larry touched me there once and I let
him know it was off limits.  It's just that, well, with you it's special.
I don't know how to say it but I never even thought about lettin' anybody
else do me there. I've never let anybody else do anythin' with me 'cept you
and Larry, and only him 'cause, well, he's there and willing and I get real
horny sometimes."

He laughed and gave me a hug.  I hugged him back, real hard.

End Chapter Forty-Three

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