Date: Wed, 28 Mar 2007 15:54:55 -0700 (PDT)
From: adm2780 <adm2780@yahoo.com>
Subject: Brad's Idol  Ch Forty-Four

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NOTE: Special thanks to Greg for his time and efforts proof reading and
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Special Acknowledgment: This chapter references he story Matty's Problem,
which is posted in the Nifty Archives, under Gay Male/Young Friends.  The
references are made with the author's consent.

Tried "Never Take Love For Granted" yet?  I didn't write it, a friend did.
Each chapter gets better than the previous chapters.


Chapter Forty-Four: Brad's Idol Ready 3/21 (post 3/28)

The promise was kept.  The computer was there and I knew the internet
address to the stories; boy, was I tempted.  Uncle Ray always told me a man
was only as good as his word.  Don't trust anyone that doesn't keep his
word.  I spent a lot of time both by and in the pool soaking rays while we
waited on Larry to get here.  Uncle Ray went to his office each day, coming
home in mid-afternoon.  It was my alone time.  A lot of that time was spent
thinking about what he said.

One thing I realized was that I didn't have any wet dreams while I was with
Uncle Ray.  I tried thinking back and couldn't remember ever having a wet
dream when I was with him.  Another thing I thought about was the guys I
tried sneaking a peek at in school, or other places.  I was curious, but it
was more like Uncle Ray said, I wanted to make sure I wasn't different from
them; at least, not different in a bad way.  I saw some guys I thought
looked hot but I didn't want to be with them.  It was more like I wanted to
have a body that looked as good as theirs.  When Uncle Ray was gone I
looked at myself in the mirror.  I didn't have much fat on me; you could
only pinch a real little bit, but I did start doin' some crunches and
push-ups.

The second night we were home we just sat in the big leather chair and
watched television.  We didn't talk or even play.  Once in a while he'd run
his hand over my back or squeeze a cheek.  I'd look up at him and when he
saw me I smiled; I hugged him a couple of times.  When we went to bed that
night I snuggled into my nest with my left leg over his.  The touch and
feel of him started getting me excited but I didn't try anything; I just
enjoyed him holding me.  I needed him, not sex; not right now anyway.

When I woke the next morning, he was gone.  Usually when he had to work he
took me with him.  I looked at the clock and realized I'd slept half the
morning away.  After dealing with a serious personal problem I headed to
the kitchen where I found a bowl and box of cereal sitting on the counter.
At least he didn't leave me a note telling me what to do with them.  I
added a slice of toast to the menu and headed out to the patio to eat.
Sitting on the chaise it occurred to me why he liked this house so much.
It was quiet and peaceful out there.  While I ate I watched some squirrels
running through the trees.  It looked like they stopped every few feet and
eyed me.  It was going to be another hot day and I planned on getting some
more rays.

Remembering a float in the garage, I used the air pump and made myself a
floating tanning bed.  It worked pretty good.  When I got too hot I just
rolled off into the water to cool off and then climbed back on.  It was
close to noon when I got into the pool; the sun felt good on me.  There was
something special about the feel of the warm sun on parts you didn't
normally expose.  I lay face down with my legs spread and feet hanging over
the side.

"WHOA!! What the ^Å." and I was in the pool.

"You always sleep naked floating in a pool?"  It was Uncle Ray.  I never
heard him come home.  He was naked and in the water with me.  I was still
kind of half asleep and swam over to him.  He put an arm around me for
support.  I took one look at him and needed to give him a hug.

"What was that for?" he asked, smiling and still holding me.

I shrugged my shoulders and just said, "'cause.  That's all."

"Well, 'cause, that's all', what would you like for supper?  How long have
you been out here anyway?"

"Since about noon.  I didn't get up till after ten.  You left me without
sayin' anything."

"Kid, you were out like a light.  I kind of guessed that you got a lot off
your mind the other night and now the relief was catching up.  Besides, I
figured you could use some alone time.  Was I right?"

"Yeah.  It helped a lot.  Can we talk some more?"

"Anytime you want.  Now?  Later?"

"After supper, when we get back and can settle down and not be goin'
anywhere."

"I didn't know we were goin' anywhere.  Care to clue me in?" he said.

"Yeah, that's part of my surprise.  You get to take me out for barbeque
tonight."

"Oh, really.  I appreciate the privilege."  With that, he put a hand on
each side of my chest and tossed me across the pool.  I came back splashing
water all over him; my turn to get him.

***

After dinner and feeling stuffed because of all the ribs I ate, we got
comfortable and settled into the big leather chair.  Last night I just sat
with him and enjoyed him holding me.  Tonight, I wanted to talk some more,
but I wanted to face him.

"Uncle Ray?  I'm sorry, I kinda messed up did'n I?"

"Truthfully, yes.  But you know what I'm really pleased about?  You figured
out you were messing up."

"Now don't say anythin', Uncle Ray.  I been thinkin' all day 'bout how to
say what I want to say and if you say anythin' you'll just mess me up,
okay?"  He looked at me and with a nice grin nodded his head at me.  I sat
straddling his lap like I used to do.  This way, I could look him in the
face or bury my head in his shoulder if I started to get nervous.

"'Member last night you said you wanted to know why I liked for you to
stuff my cute little bubble butt?  Well, ever since I knew that Ben was
stickin' Larry, and after me and Larry talked, I wanted ta know what it
felt like.  'Member when I asked you 'bout it you wouldn't do nothin'
'cause you said I was too small and it'd hurt?  In the stories I saw, they
said it hurt real bad the first time too.  Then you said somethin' 'bout me
doin' it 'cause I thought I had to, to show you I loved you.  Understand?"
I had to ask because he had this funny looking grin on his face like this
was funny.

"I think so.  You're going in a bit of a circle but I think I know what
you're trying to say.  I'm not laughing at you, son; promise."

"What I'm tryin' to say is, I know I don't have to give you my butt to
prove I love you 'cause I know you love me and I'm pretty sure you know I
love you.  It's just, maybe I don't think I tell you enough, but I'm not
tryin' to prove it by you stickin' me.  Did I say that right?"  He ran the
back of his fingers along the side of my face.  His eyes looked like they
were smiling and he was starting to tear up this time.

"You said it right.  You couldn't have said it better."  He pulled me close
and held me.  This was my spot, especially when he turned and kissed my
head.  I lay there with my head on his shoulder.  I turned so I could talk
to him.

"Uncle Ray, I still like it when you stick me and I want you to do it some
more when you're ready.  You feel good when you're in me.  I like it best
when I feel you shoot inside me and then I can do a sit-up to hold on.  I
like it when you're on my back too.  Thing is, I just plane like it when
you fuck me.  Is that okay?"  He hugged me harder.  "There's somethin' else
too.  I still like it when we're in bed and can do each other, 'kay?  Guess
I'm just a horny teenager with a bad case of hormone disease."

He slid me to his side and said for me to stay there and then he got up and
walked towards the bedroom.  I saw him set something on the floor just
before he sat down.  I snuggled up and held on to him again.  He didn't let
me settle before he shifted at an angle and reached down for a pillow which
he put in his lap.  That was my signal for a powder rub.  I was bigger now
but I could still lie across his lap, prop my feet on the arm of this big
chair and enjoy.

His fingers ran lightly over each nip, worked down slowly to circle my
package and then back up to outline my ear.  He knew every sensitive spot
on my body and let me enjoy them.  When he carried me to bed I didn't go to
sleep.  Tonight was a gentle time.  I slid down and gave attention to some
of his sensitive spots.  My turn to give; his turn to enjoy.  We finished
the night in what used to be our favorite position; a sixty-nine.  I teased
him; he teased me.  Whatever he did to me I mimicked on him.  I exploded
and he worked it all of me.  He exploded and I tried to take it all, but
didn't quite make it.  He pulled me up and wiped my face off with his
finger; we shared it.  I settled into my nest.

***

Wednesday morning.  Larry's plane landed that afternoon.  Uncle Ray hadn't
said any more about me reading that story.  He wanted Larry to read it too;
maybe he was waiting.  He got up early and left me in bed.  When he left he
tucked the covers in around me, kissed me on the forehead and said he'd be
home right after lunch time.  He got home just in time for us to have lunch
together.  We must've looked cute; him in a business suit and me naked.

After lunch I heard him in his study, at least I heard the printer.  I went
in to see what was happenin'.  He was printing the story he wanted me to
read, Matty's Problem.  After it printed, he made a copy, handed me one and
told me he assumed I knew what to do with it.  I curled up in the big
leather chair and started reading.  What he gave me looked like it was only
five or six chapters.  I could handle that with no sweat.  The story was
hot, hot, hot and outta sight.

Uncle Ray came in and shook his head when he saw me.  I had a ragin' and
achin' stiffy goin'.  What did he expect after he gave me that story to
read?  He surprised me when he gave me more papers and I looked at him
questioningly.  The rest of the story.  He had to be kidding.  I looked at
the last pages.  There were eighteen chapters.  Thankfully, none of them
were very long; all of them were hot.  After a little while he came back
and told me to get dressed; it was time to head to the airport.  He wanted
me to go to the airport in the shape I was in?  I'd already had to hit the
bathroom three times to handle matters and was still in trouble.  He told
me to start dressing with a cold shower.

I kept reading on the way to the airport.  This story was absolutely
unreal.  How could this kid do all this?  After reading about another round
of Matty getting stuck I was so hot and bothered I started squirming in my
seat.  Uncle Ray saw me and grinned, but he didn't say anything.  He
thought this was funny.

"Uncle Ray, when we get home I've just gotta play some.  There's no way I'm
gonna be able to sleep tonight.  If I do you don't wanna know what the
bed's gonna look like.  It'll be just one long wet dream and I'm not half
way through yet."  He sounded like he was going to bust a gut laughing.  I
was serious.

He made me leave the story in the car.  It wouldn't be good in case
somebody should notice what I was reading.  We were a few minutes early so
we stopped at one of the restaurants and got a coke and fries.

"How far along are you with the story?" he asked me.

"I don't think I'm half way yet.  Goin by the chapter numbers I am, but not
all the chapters are the same size.  I may be more than half way; I don't
know.  What happens to the kid?"  He looked at me.  "I know; read the
story.  I will.  What about Larry?  You know he's kinda like the kid in the
story."

"Don't worry about Larry.  He's going to read the same story and all three
of us will talk about it.  Up until yesterday he thought your dad and Kathy
were playing a joke on him when they told him he was coming here.  His dad
had to show him the plane ticket."

About that time we heard Uncle Ray's name being called over a loud speaker
or public address system.  He had to go to security to claim an
unaccompanied minor.

"Uncle Ray, wait!  If you have to go claim him before he can leave, what
happens if you don't claim him?  Maybe they'll send him back and it'll
still be just us."  I liked the idea; he didn't think it was so funny.

"Uncle Ray!  Brad!"  I'd recognize that voice anywhere.  Larry wanted to
run for us but the lady wouldn't let him leave.  Uncle Ray had to sign
papers for him.  I was surprised when I saw Larry; he'd grown.  He had
muscles starting to show.  His shoulders were wider and he was taller.  I
didn't remember growing that much when I turned twelve.  I know I did grow
because my pants got short and tight, but I don't know when it happened.

When they let him go, Larry started bouncing like a rubber ball, he was so
excited.  Soon, he reverted to his old girlie way of talking and chattering
away with a limp wrist flying all over the place.  I lost count of the
number of times Uncle Ray had to tell him it was true; we'd be with Uncle
Ray for the next few weeks.  Larry acted like he'd never been to Uncle
Ray's before.  When I thought about it I realized that he'd never seen the
new house.

On the way home I told him about the house.  He found the papers from the
story I was reading.  His eyes got big as saucers and this dumb grin came
on his face when he looked at me, then Uncle Ray.  Uncle Ray was watching
him through the rear view mirror and started laughing.

"Relax Lar, Uncle Ray knows all about it.  He's makin' me read it.  You
too, so you might as well start now."  Larry looked at Uncle Ray, wanting
to know if it was true.

"That's right, Larry.  Brad's reading it and I want you to read it too.
When you're both finished we're going to sit down and talk about it.  I'm
having a bit of a problem with you two reading some of this stuff on the
internet.  For one thing, both of you know it's off limits to minors.  For
another, I'm concerned about the two of you separating reality from fantasy
and I plan on making sure you two have your heads screwed on straight."

Larry just shrugged.  "Okay, I think.  Can Ben come over?"  We knew that
was coming.

"Not until we've gone through this story and I'm satisfied.  I told Ben's
mother you could come visit Ben for a couple of days and then he can visit
with you a couple of days.  Then school should be starting.  Fair enough?"

***

After we got home Larry sat down and started reading the story.  I thought
the story was getting to me.  He went nuts.

"Brad, did you read this, man?  This kid's really messed up.  His butt's
drainin' sittin' in class and everybody around can see and smell him.  Did
you read that?"

"Lar, I've been readin' this story since lunch time.  You're getting the
pages I've already been through.  Keep quiet and keep readin' or we'll
never get to have any fun."

The rest of the afternoon two naked boys sat around reading an erotic story
and getting more hot and bothered by the minute.  Larry was so bad he
didn't even bother to go to the bathroom for relief after the first two
times.  He lay on the sofa and went for it when he felt like it.  Every
once in a while I'd hear an "oh man!" come from him and knew he'd found
another hot scene; that or he was jealous of Matty's butt toy.

"You boys going to finish that tonight?'  Uncle Ray walked in.

"Should," I answered.  Larry nodded.

I continued to read and suddenly it hit me.  The same thing was happening
to or with Matty throughout the story.  The only change was who and where,
and sometimes how many.  This kid was really messed up.  He'd turned
himself into a real slut.  Suddenly, the light came on in my dark brain.
Now I knew what Uncle Ray wanted me to see.  There had to be more, but
what?  Once I figured it out, I really started enjoying the story.
Actually, it was kind of funny.  The kid was a mess, but the story was fun.

I began skimming the sheets for key words to let me know where something
changed.  It was a trick they taught me when they showed me how to
compensate for my eye problem when I read.  Watching Larry, I realized he
was doing something similar; I'd shown him what they taught me.  It didn't
take long and we were both finished.  I finished first and then watched for
a signal from him.  It wasn't long before he set the papers down.  He
motioned for me to follow him down the hall.

We went into the bedroom and he closed the door and locked it.  That was
taboo; you didn't lock doors in Uncle Ray's house.  I let him know it while
I unlocked the door and before we both got into trouble.  He looked at me
and then down.  I was at full mast and so was he.  He said he had to get
some relief before facing Uncle Ray; I did too.  Putting my hands on his
shoulders I pushed him to his knees; I went down with him.  We played with
one another's nips and quickly skipped the play for a good hard belly rub.
It didn't last long but we were both still panting like crazy when Uncle
Ray opened the door and said dinner was ready.  He walked out trying not
laugh, but doing it anyway.

Larry and I sat at the table, still blushing from him catching us.  He
didn't say anything; he just had this little smirk on his face.  During
dinner he kept asking Larry what he did all summer and what he thought
about moving to this area and going to a new school and on and on and on.
Why didn't he ask us about the story or if we had a good shoot?  Uncle Ray
was as bad as my dad about these little mind games sometimes.  Then
finally, he said something.

"All right guys, lets clean this up and then we can sit in the other room
and talk.  How's that?"

***

"Boys, this should be interesting.  Both of you finished the story, right?"

"We finished what you gave us.  We didn't have the end of the story.  The
part we had stopped where this kid Jimmy had Matty in the back of the bus
and that was it."  I told him.  I really was hoping he'd pull the rest of
the story.  I wanted to see what Matty's friend was going to do to get even
and see what Matty's dad did to him; although I could imagine if his dad
was anything like mine.  Not a nice thought.

"Actually, Brad, I gave you all that's been published on the story.  It was
never finished.  Now, who's going to tell me about the story?"

"I will," Larry jumped in, so I sat back and listened. "It's about this kid
that gets caught by his older brother when he's pushin' a fake dick in and
out of his butt.  His brother tells him he's a fag and if the kid doesn't
do what his brother says then the brother'll rat to their parents.  So
Matty, the kid, has to go to school with the fake dick, dildo, in him and
he's wearin' clothes that are way too small so the dildo keeps hittin' his
magic spot which makes him keep shootin' off.  He gets poked behind the
school while he's smokin' a joint and his brother sees him.  Then his
brother's friends corner him in a bathroom and load his butt up.  He gets
caught in the gym dressing room, they take part of his clothes and he does
another joint and then on the bus he loses his pants and everybody can see
his butt wet and smell the cum."

"Okay, Larry, you told me what happens in the story.  Now, tell me what the
story is about.  What's the message I want you to see here?"

"Don't get caught by your big brother fuckin' yourself?"  Larry laughed.
Uncle Ray didn't.

"My turn," I said.  Then after taking a deep breath I went for it.
"Matty's just a horny kid makin' himself feel good when he's caught by his
brother.  At that point it shouldn't be a big deal except his brother is
straight, or claims he is, and threatens to tell their dad about Matty
bein' gay.  The big problem is that Matty didn't have the balls to tell his
brother to kiss off so he goes to school wearin' the dildo.  At school he
lets anybody and everybody do him, which turns him into the school slut.
To make things worse, he's dumb enough to let somebody do him where they
can be seen and he's usin' drugs.  Matty loses."  I looked at Uncle Ray for
a minute and then added, "I get it right?"

"Close.  I want you to think about it for a minute and then tell me what I
wanted you to learn without giving me a summary of the story.  Also, what
part of the story might be real and what part is pure fantasy?"

"The drugs part is real," Larry piped in.  "It happens at school a lot."

I was trying to think hard.  This was one of those times when you knew you
had the answer but had to figure out how to say it.  Finally, I got there.

"I got it, I think.  It's like something you told me about drinkin'
alcohol.  It's okay to enjoy it as long as you control it and it doesn't
control you.  Matty liked gettin' his butt stuffed so much that he let
anybody and everybody do it regardless of the consequences.  That's why he
became a slut.  There's no way he could take over twenty loads up his butt
like the story said.  If he did he'd never be able to control a dump.  So
you're tryin to get us to know that sex is okay as long as we use common
sense with it.  Right?"

"Kid, you never cease to amaze me, sometimes.  Larry, do you understand the
message and why it pertains to you?"

"I understand what Brad just said, but why me?"

"How about that little slave game you like to play once in a while?  Think
you could get yourself hurt doing that if you aren't careful?"  Larry just
nodded.

"I'll only say one more thing.  Larry, I've already said this to brad, but
this applies to you and Ben too.  Do not go into adult sites on my computer
without talking to me first.  I know you like to read them and I won't say
no if it's a story I think you can handle.  I just saw one where somebody
thinks torturing and inflicting pain on boys your age and younger is
entertaining.  I don't and I'm having a hard time with it; that translates
to its off limits to you.  Are we all on the same page?"

Larry and I just nodded and Uncle Ray let it end there without a bunch of
lecturing like a lot of adults do.  When it ended he pointed at both of us
and made a motion for us to move outside.  The message was received and the
pool was waiting.

***

When we went to bed that night I was still horny as all get out, but I
waited to see if he was going to play with me.  We lay there, me with my
head on his shoulder, snuggled in tight, and playing with the fur on his
chest.

"Uncle Ray?  Thanks."

"For what?"

"Not lecturing us.  Kathy and Dad would've had us sittin' in there all
night tryin' to teach us somethin'.  They never seem to know that after a
while we tune 'em out."  He squeezed me.  We heard a noise behind us.
Uncle Ray lifted his head to look; it was Larry.

"I'm in there by myself.  It's lonely and no fun."

Uncle Ray had me scoot over some; he scooted with me so Larry had room to
get in with us.  That's not what I had imagined when we went to bed.  The
story was fun to read but it left me horny in all capital letters.  I'd
planned on having play time and lots of it, but not with Larry here.

Larry saw how I was laying with Uncle Ray and copied me.  He had his head
on Uncle Ray's right shoulder.  I could see Uncle Ray's hand lying over
Larry's back.  I could feel his fingers running up and down my crack; he
wasn't helping matters.  Larry and I kept looking at one another.  I
pointed to Uncle Ray's nip; Larry got the message and we both attacked at
the same time.

"OW!  OW,OW! Don't! ..Stop!  Uncle Ray, don't!  You're crushin' 'em!  Larry
help me; he's crushin' my balls."

"AAAHHH! He's got mine too!  No! ^Å No! That hurts. Brad, make 'im stop!"
He had Larry, too!

We both lay there trying to twist away.  We didn't know whether to laugh,
cry, or beg.  He had a good grip on the whole package and wasn't letting
go.

"Uncle Ray, pleeeaase, we'll be good!  I swear!"  Then I sat up and made a
move on him.  "Let's deal."  How could I deal?  I had a grip on his balls.

"Deal?  I bet if I squeeze hard enough you let go of mine.  Want to try?"
And he squeezed.

"Not fair!  Not fair!" I hollered. "Don't!  It's your fault anyway.  You
made us read that story.  We're just horny.  Pleeeeaase, Uncle Ray, let go.
We just wanted to show you a good time; I swear!  Larry, tell him, tell
him."  He did squeeze harder and I let him go.

"It's true.  We're just horny; that's all.  We were just gonna play some
and maybe get our rocks?"

The way Larry said it Uncle Ray started laughing and eased off some.  Larry
and I each lay straddling a leg.  We took his easing off as our sign to go
for it and we did.  Larry had one nip and I had the other.  Everything I
did, Larry copied.  I kept my fingers working his nip and moved up on his
neck and ear, which always made him squirm.  Once we had him going and I
could feel his hand on my butt, we were set.  I didn't worry about Larry
being there and seeing what I did.

I tongued Uncle Ray's ear and whispered for him to play with my hole.  As
soon as his finger-nail ran over the spot, I gasped for air and arched my
back.  Larry didn't seem to notice.  He was busy sucking the other nip and
looked like he was humping away on Uncle Ray's leg.  Uncle Ray kept playing
with my hole and I started losing it, but I drew the line at sitting on his
pole with Larry there.  There were some things he didn't need to see; they
stayed between me and Uncle Ray.

Uncle Ray removed his finger and slipped his hand under me.  I thought he
was going to masturbate me.  Instead, he stuck his finger back in and
started pulling me around.  He had me straddling him and then started
giving me a rim job.  I nearly jumped off the bed.  Every part of me felt
like it was burning and begging for attention.  Larry moved when Uncle Ray
turned me.  When he saw what was happening he started licking and playing
with my nips.  This was supposed to be Uncle Ray's time but somehow I wound
up in the middle, getting all the attention.

Larry looked up and whispered for me to play with his hole.  When he turned
I licked my finger and stuck him.  He was lubed!  Soon as he felt my finger
he pushed down.  I put another one in.  This whole scene was hot and I was
in a daze.  I'd fantasized about a three way and now it was real.  I'd just
never thought I'd be doin' a three-way with Uncle Ray.

Somehow, Uncle Ray maneuvered Larry and me so we were layin' on the bed.  I
knew when he reached for the nightstand, but didn't let it register what he
was doing.  Then I felt his finger pushing lube in me.  Larry lay next to
me whimpering and crying like he was out of it.  He bounced like a fish out
of water.  Uncle Ray was on his knees between us.  He twisted my butt and
he must have done the same to Larry because we rolled over to face one
another.  Uncle Ray told us to play with each others nipples.

We twisted and sucked only a short while when I felt the finger hit my
magic spot.  He hit Larry's at the same time.  We whimpered and moaned with
in response to his manipulations.  Larry and I held on to one another, this
was a first.  The feelings could have gone on forever but, of course, they
didn't.  When he was ready he made both of us cum all over each other.  Our
arms were wrapped around one another, holding on to endure the waves of
pleasure he sent through us.  We pulled in as tight as we could and when it
was over and we moved and mixed our cum with each other's sweat.  Who
cared!

End Ch Forty-Four

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