Date: Tue, 3 Apr 2007 15:42:54 -0700 (PDT)
From: adm2780 <adm2780@yahoo.com>
Subject: Brad's Idol  Chapter Forty-Five

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Chapter Forty-Five: Brad's Idol

The next morning I woke and could feel Uncle Ray behind me.  He had an arm
resting on my shoulder.  I reached back with my hand and discovered it
wasn't Uncle Ray; it was Larry.  Looking around, Uncle Ray was no where to
be seen.  The clock said it was almost ten; I knew he'd gone to the office.

When he came home Larry and I were playin' in the pool.  We thought he'd
join us but, instead, he said we had to get dressed and register for
school.  Larry was supposed to gather some clothes to stay with Ben a
couple of nights.  No surprises, but I noticed something different.  Uncle
Ray didn't sound happy; he sounded sad like something was wrong.

Before we got dressed we made sandwiches for lunch.  Add chips, pickle and
drink; nothing else required.  The only thing was, if somebody walked in,
Uncle Ray was dressed and we were still naked.  This was our normal state
of dress and we liked it.  Actually, I waited for Uncle Ray to say
something, but he didn't.  Something was definitely wrong because he told
us to get dressed before we got out of the pool; we should have been
dressed before we ate and we weren't.

Registration was pretty simple.  Uncle Ray had our files but someone had
sent a copy up because the school already had them.  Our schedules were
already set except for one class that was an elective.  The lady said
because my other classes were full she couldn't change anything and I'd
have to pick from what was available for my open period.  I took Wood shop
figuring that should be an easy alpha.  Larry chose Home-Ec - sweet.  I was
real good and didn't say a thing, even though it was tempting.  The school
gave us a list of supplies we needed to get.  Through all this Uncle Ray
would normally be teasing us he didn't say much of anything.

We drove Larry to Ben's house.  We went in and talked to his mom for a few
minutes.  One of his brothers was there, but he ignored us.  We found out
school didn't start until Wednesday so they decided Larry could stay at
Ben's Thursday and Friday nights and Ben would be with us Saturday and
Sunday nights.  Somehow it was decided it was best if we started our school
bedtime schedules on Monday night.  I just looked at them and wanted to ask
why; we shouldn't have to do that until Tuesday night.  A look from Uncle
Ray let me know to drop it.

Driving back home I looked at Uncle Ray.  He was starting to make me feel
sad and I didn't even know why we were sad.  He asked me if I wanted to see
how the apartments were doing and I told him that would be cool.  I didn't
think that they would change much in two or three weeks, but whatever he
wanted to do, I'd go along.  Actually, with people living in them now,
curtains, cars, kids toys and all the rest you'll see around apartments,
they did look a little different.  They looked better; lived in.  There
wasn't a sign outside so I asked him if they were for sale.  He told me
they didn't put the signs out on apartments because it made the tenants
nervous, but there were two parties interested.

He said it was time to go home.  We'd get the school supplies on Monday
when Larry could be with us and pick his out.  I was glad to be going home.
Maybe I could find something to make him happy again.

"Uncle Ray, can I ask ya something?"  He looked at me like that was a dumb
question.

"Well, you don't look or sound happy.  Are you mad with us?  Did we do
somethin' wrong?"

He looked at me and reached over like he wanted me to scoot over, closer to
him.  It was kind of hard with bucket seats and a console between us, but I
tried.

"You haven't done anything wrong.  I didn't mean to make you feel like you
did.  Do you remember when I told you about that story I looked at on the
computer, the one I didn't like?"

"Yeah."

"Well, I was hoping that maybe I'd read it wrong and it would get to be a
fun story.  It didn't; it got worse.  It started talking about training
rooms for the boys and I didn't like it."

"What's so bad about training rooms?  Boys like to work with weights and
things."

"Does 'things' include small rooms with no windows and steel doors;
furnished with a big wooden table with manacles.  The walls decorated with
punishment canes and whips.  And this is for kids your age and younger."

"Uncle Ray, that's scary.  Don't talk about that no more, please?"  I was
getting scared just listening to him.  I knew there was more he wasn't
telling me; my stomach didn't feel so good then.  About that time we pulled
into the driveway; the power gate opened and we drove in behind the gate.
We were back in our world.

"Change of subject."  He was trying to sound happy now.  "What would you
like to do?  Would you like to go out to dinner, maybe a movie?"

"Can we stay home tonight, just you and me?"

"Kid, I can't think of anything I'd rather do.  Just you and me tonight.
Now, what would you like for just you and me to do?"

"Do we have ta do anything?  Why can't we just hang out and veg?"

We went inside and both of us stripped.  Usually I was naked before I hit
the bedroom.  This time I waited till I got there to even start.  I kept
watching him.  He stripped and put his things away.  Instead of leaving the
room he turned the shower on.  The water got real hot until the room looked
like a steam bath.  He didn't say anything; he just stepped in and stood
there.  I watched him and then walked in with him.  He had that water so
hot it burned, but I didn't complain or leave.

I stood there looking at him for a minute while he held his face up to the
water.  Then I wrapped my arms around his waist and lay my head against his
stomach.  We just stood there.  I wanted to cry, but didn't know why.  If
it would help him, I would have anyway.  I don't know how long we stood
there.  I didn't care because I was used to the hot water now.  Eventually,
I reached around and turned the water off.  Without saying anything I
handed him a towel which he wrapped around my shoulders and used to dry me
off and then dried himself.  Maybe it was the hot water and steam, but he
looked like he'd been crying.

We headed towards the kitchen with him following me.  Just before we got
there he put his hand on my shoulder and turned me around.  He dropped to
his knees and sat back on his heels.

"Have I ever asked you if you knew what is the most beautiful thing God put
on this earth?"

"Once; you said it was a boy.  Back then you said it was a pre-prubescent
boy."  He smiled.

"That's pre-pubescent.  I have changed my mind about that.  You know what I
think is the most beautiful thing God ever put on this earth now?"  I shook
my head and he put his hands to the side of my chest.

"The most beautiful thing God put on this earth is a young adolescent boy.
The most beautiful of the young adolescent boys is my boy."  He tweaked my
nose and grinned; I wrapped my arms around him.  I knew he was trying to
come out of his mood and I liked how he did it.

"Love you Uncle Ray.  I really, really do."  He had an arm around my back.
He put the other one behind my legs, lifted me up and set me on the
breakfast bar.  He pulled away after a couple of minutes.

"After all that time at Ben's, we kind of blew our afternoon, didn't we?
It's almost supper time; hungry?"

"Not much.  How 'bout just a bowl of soup and maybe a halfa sandwich?"

"Your wish is my command, young sir."

"In that case then, after we eat, how about some pinball?  We'll play two
games.  Top score chooses what we do tonight and tomorrow."

"Deal."

***

We played one warm-up game.  After I saw my score I wanted that one to
count; it didn't.  We were pretty close on the first game and then I told
him I was warmed up and ready to kick butt.  The first ball out went almost
straight to the side trap; I didn't even get to hit the flipper.  Not with
him; I could've taken a nap he played so long.

My second ball wasn't too bad.  I got quite a few points but I still didn't
match on my two balls what he got on his first.  His second wasn't nearly
as good as the first, but he still had the lead.  My third ball was the way
all of them should have been.  I played and played.  The secret was to get
a rhythm going and I definitely got the rhythm.  At the end of the third
ball I had a nice lead on that game and overall.  He could catch me, but
not if he didn't get the rhythm.  He tried and he did real well till
suddenly there was an offensive buzzer and everything went dark except the
little sign that read 'TILT'.  My game!  My choice for the evening and
tomorrow!

After the pinball match he suggested we play some pool.  I agreed so long
as it didn't change the bet.  He agreed.  When I thought about another time
we did this I said we had to play eight-ball, not 'rack Brad's balls'.  He
laughed; that was good.  We talked some while we played; this was a nice
change.  When he asked me about the next day I told him I'd like to go to
the beach at that state park.  I remembered seeing signs where they had
bike trails and rented bikes.  We did play a long time and I was getting
tired. Outside it was getting dark which meant it was also getting late.

Taking him by the hand I led him out side to his chaise.  I went back in
and got two bug candles and turned on the stereo that he had set to some
light jazz; not my thing, but I could handle it.  It was still summer and
the mosquitoes would want to dine on my sweet little butt and I didn't want
that.  After lighting the candles I lay down next to him, getting in the
same position I liked at night.  His fur tickled.

"Uncle Ray, do me a favor."  He patted my butt.  "Don't look at that story
no more.  I don't like it when you get in a mood like today.  Okay?"

He patted my butt and ran his fingers through my hair.  We didn't say
anything.  I kissed him on the nipple, not to get anything going, just
'because'.  I woke some when he picked me up.  Wrapping my arms around his
neck I buried my head in his shoulder and nuzzled some.  When he lay me
down on the bed I kissed him on his cheek before letting go.  When he
settled in, I found my nest.

***

It was late morning before we got to the park.  It took almost an hour from
Uncle Ray's house.  He packed us a couple of sandwiches with chips, fruit
and drinks so we could do what we wanted when we felt like it.  Besides a
nice beach, bikes, and trails, another thing I liked was this park had
facilities on the beach, including showers.  I remembered being real little
and going to the beach with dad and people from university.  When I had to
go real bad one time, and not just pee, he took me over the sand dune and
dug a hole.  He took my swim suit off and made me squat over the hole and
do my thing.  Afterwards he kicked sand over the hole and carried me under
his arm into the ocean.  When the waves came in he held me so my butt got
washed and then I got my suit back on.  When I was real little, fine - not
now!

We parked the car and I started taking off my cut-offs.  When he looked at
me I just smiled.  I hope he didn't think I was going to run around here
naked.  It would have been fun but there were a lot of people around.  I
had my special cut light yellow jogging shorts on underneath.  They looked
great with my tan and I did have a nice tan.

"Lookin' kinda cheeky there, aren't ya kid?" he said laughing.

"Think I should roll the waist inside some?" I taunted and showed him how
it'd roll down to the top of my package and still cover almost all of the
crack.

"I think about half way between the package and belly button is just fine,
young man."

Oops. 'Young man' meant that's where it would be; no playing around.  We
rented our bikes and had to have helmets, too.  There was a high-school kid
handling the bike shop.  When he saw me wearing my special shorts I noticed
he gave me several long visuals.  Instead of going straight to the beach we
headed for the trails.  Glad I had my sneakers on.

"Hey, Uncle Ray, you see that kid in the shop eyeballin' me?"

"He was probably trying to decide if he was goin' to hafta get his bikes
back from the cops after you got us both arrested for too much cheek
exposure."

"No he wasn't.  He was admirin' my butt.  I wanted to tell him it was
private property, but decided I shouldn't.  Besides, them thong things they
sell for men and women show a lot more than I am now."

"Want me to get you one?" he asked smiling.

"Only if you want me to show everybody your private property," was my
answer.

We rode a long ways.  The bikes were equipped with water bottles that we
had to stop and fill a couple of times.  This place was a lot bigger than I
thought.  Something else I hadn't thought about recently started grumbling
at me, my stomach.  Uncle Ray heard it and smiled.  A few minutes later we
were at the parking lot.  Funny, how breaking through the trees and dunes,
it got a lot cooler and there was a breeze.  We found a table under a
canopy in the picnic area and had either a late lunch or a very early
supper.

After we ate we rode the bikes along the beach.  Uncle Ray said we rode
down a couple of miles and had to turn around and go the other way.  On the
way back this little kid kicked his ball right in front of me.  The ball
was okay; it was the kid chasing the ball I had to avoid.  I turned the
wheel, squeezed the brakes and went down.  I landed on 'soft' sand, if
there is such a thing, and in the water.  A lady ran over and grabbed the
kid and then asked me if I was all right.  By then Uncle Ray was getting
the bike off me and I was spitting out the salt water that was splashing
into my face.  When I rolled over and got up, Uncle Ray looked at me and
started laughing like he was going to split a seam or something.  I just
looked at him.

"Don't look now kiddo, but those shorts you're wearing, those are the ones
that are see- through when they get wet.  And they are wet all over and
they do show it all."  He kept laughing and I wasn't sure if I should
blush, laugh or run.  I was used to being naked so I let everybody that
wanted to look, look.

The lady was real nice and thanked me for taking the spill and not hitting
her little boy.  Sure thing.  I saw a couple more guys my age, maybe a
little older, staring at me.  That was okay with me, I didn't have anything
to be ashamed of.  I had a nice body, a decent package and Uncle Ray said I
had a cute bubble butt.  Let them look; I enjoyed the attention.  Wonder
how many realized I didn't have hardly any tan lines?

We rode back past the parking lot and kept going a little ways.  One thing
I noticed was I now had sand caught around my package and in my crack.  It
didn't feel very good and I told Uncle Ray.  He told me to park the bike
and run into the water and rinse it out.  When I asked how I was supposed
to do that I got a 'don't ask dumb questions' look.  I ran out in the
water.  When I was deep enough I pulled them down and did what I needed.  I
took my shoes off and got it out from between my toes too.

When I ran back to him he was grinning from ear to ear.  I asked him 'what'
and he said I had to be an original test model that got rejected somewhere
along the way.  Whatever that meant.  Besides, I wasn't showing any more
than when I ran out into the water.

With me rinsed off we headed back to the bike shop and then hiked to the
parking lot.  I say hiked because we didn't take the short paved route.  We
kind of created our own through the woods and stuff.  Sometimes those
bushes could hurt, but it was fun to explore.  We grabbed towels and clean
shorts and headed for the showers.  I didn't know they were outside.  When
he told me to shuck the see-throughs and get the cut-offs, I thought he was
joking.  Out here?

"Brad, as much as you like to run naked at home, and given the show you
gave people today, don't tell me you're getting shy now."  I dropped them
right then and there and took my time putting the others on.  I also stayed
facing the wall and tried to be sure I was in front of him.  He rinsed off
and then went inside and changed in the men's room.

It was a great day at the beach.  It was a long day at the beach.  We had
the t-tops out and I didn't want to put a shirt on but he made me.  He said
I had enough sun for one day and he didn't want me getting any kind of sun
poisoning, especially this close to school starting.  Gee, thanks.  We
weren't far out of the park before I went out.  I woke when we bounced
pulling into the parking lot at his favorite seafood place.  Guess this was
to be supper.  Good thing they allowed casual.  I was in a tank top,
cutoffs, flip-flops, and commando.  I hoped my shoes would dry out in time
for school.

I didn't realize how hungry I was, or how thirsty.  They always brought out
crackers and a shrimp dip or spread when you got the menu.  Two bites and I
was ready for anything as long as it was a lot.  We both got fried shrimp
plates that came loaded with shrimp, fries and hush puppies; real,
old-fashion, Southern style hushpuppies.  I ate so much I had to unsnap the
top of my shorts while I sat there.  I didn't bother to fasten them going
out either.  The shirt covered everything.  I probably had three glasses of
Coke and Uncle Ray downed a couple of tall beers.  I was tired going in and
wired coming out!

When we got home Uncle Ray said he was pooped and ready to sit down.  I
took him by the hand and when he looked at me I shook my head.

"That's not in the plan.  Remember, I won the bet and the day's not over.
We need a shower and I need to be pampered.  I deserve it after fallin' in
the ocean."

"Bull.  That's a convenient excuse.  We did what you wanted, didn't we?'

"Now let's go.  You're not goin' back on your word are you?  Remember^Å"

"I know. Let's go," he said and led the way, pulling me behind him.

He undressed and I stood there looking at him.  When he looked at me I gave
him my best 'well' look and waited for him to undress me.  Quality
pampering.  I gave some too and in the shower I soaped him up and made sure
he was clean.  After I did his front I turned him around and took care of
his back.  I dropped to one knee to do his legs and coming up, ran a finger
tip up his crack.  When I turned him around I saw that my little trick had
the desired effect.

When it was his turn to do me, I leaned into him and enjoyed the way he
could give me a bath and a massage at the same time.  He played the finger
in the crack trick with me and it had the same effect.  When he turned me
around to do the front I heard him laugh a little when he looked down.
After the shampoo he thought he was finished until I bent over and offered
my rear view.  I told him I still planned on riding the pogo stick before
going to sleep.

Taking his hand, I led him into the bedroom.  When he lay down I straddled
him with my knees pulled up towards his chest.  We didn't need to say
anything to one another.  He rubbed his fingers through my hair and I could
hear him smell it, then he kissed me on the head. I played with his nip,
flicking it with one finger.  After a few minutes I turned my head and
played with the other nip.  He used one finger to draw circles and lines
over my butt.  Finally I did a push-up so I could look him in the face and
said he should stay where he was.

Retrieving a towel from the bathroom, I pulled out the lube and set it on
the nightstand.  Before returning to bed I turned on the radio; it was set
to the same soft jazz station.  I climbed back on top but this time I put
my hands above his shoulders so I could lean down on him.  I wanted to be
pampered, but I wanted to give to him too.  He looked me in the eyes,
running his fingers along my cheek.

"How's my boy?"

"Feelin' good.  How's my mentor?"

Without a word he pulled me down gently so my nipple was over his mouth.
The whimpering and moans began when his tongue made contact and his hand
gently cupped my thigh.  He rolled me to my side with my arms extended over
my head and began his attention under my arms.  I whimpered and squirmed,
relishing his touch.  Tonight was gentle and relaxing.  I was his boy and
didn't want to be anything else.

He bathed me from nip to arm pit across to the neck, thoroughly reaming my
ear.  Then he swapped sides and repeated the path in reverse.  When he
started to move down, I stopped him.  Pulling him down close to me I kissed
his cheek and worked my way to his ear and then to his neck.  I nibbled the
lobe before caressing the side of his neck.  My efforts would leave a mark
for anyone to see over the next few days.  He showed me how to feel good, I
tried to do the same for him.  When I finished with the other side of his
neck he pulled me up, looked at me and smiled.

"You are sui generis.  Don't ever change," he told me.

"What's sweet genris?  Is that good?" I asked, confused.

"It's sui .. gen.e.ris.  It means you are unique, one of a kind, in a class
all by yourself.  In your case I think that's not only good, it's great.
Don't ever change."  The look on his face as he spoke meant everything.
The smile wasn't a laugh, it was more like, I guess, caring or even love.

"Uncle Ray, pamper me?  I like it when you do that and tell me I'm your
boy."

"You will always be my boy, don't you know that?"

Pamper me he did.  Burying my face in his neck he began again with sliding
his tongue in my ear.  I could feel it move gently in and out and then the
nibble on my ear lobe.  Deliberately, I kept my arms up high so he would
play with me in my pits.  It tickled, but it sent chills all through me
when he sucked on the tender skin in the pit.  His tongue pleased one area
while his hands worked another from my nips to my package and beyond.  I
moaned, taking many deep breaths caused by the sensations he sent through
me.  Occasionally he gave me raspberries, especially on my stomach and down
my sides, that caused me to giggle while I continued to whimper and tell
him to do more.

When did he roll me on my stomach?  I didn't know when it happened.  I did
know I was experiencing new sensations from the back of my legs and the
bottoms of my feet.  This was new territory.  When he started licking
inside my thigh I thought I'd lose it all then and there.  When he worked
his way up my crack he gave me a raspberry right in my crack that made me
giggle.  When he reached my neck I rolled over and pushed on his shoulders.
He let me guide him down.

I lay across him trying to emulate everything he did to me.  I pushed my
tongue as deep into his ears as I could, pulling out and pushing in as I
reamed the sides.  Tonguing his neck I let my saliva run down his neck and
spread it with my tongue while each hand worked a nipple, twisting and
pinching; rewarded with his moans, grunts, and quick breaths.  Before
moving on I whispered in his ear for him to stretch me while I continued to
give him pleasure.

His tool was pressed between us; I kept it warm.  When I reached his
package he placed a hand in my crotch and turned me.  I lay on him
straddling his chest.  As I bathed his pole, he bathed my treasure, causing
me to again arch my back.  I had to let him go to draw breath through
clenched teeth.  Cupping his twins, each received special attention as I
felt my twins sucked into the warmth of his mouth.  My breath was in short,
quick gasps.  I let him know I was close and didn't know if I could hold
it. He lifted my hips and took me as deep as he could.  He didn't give me a
choice.  I held him tight and cried out as he drained me dry.

When my breathing began to settle I turned around and lay on him, dropping
my feet and legs to the bed.  With arms propped on his shoulders and
holding his head in my hands I simply looked at him.  We rubbed noses and I
kissed each cheek and told him his boy loved him.  Sliding off to his side
and lying on my stomach I turned my head to look at him.

"My treasure's gotta itch, it needs you."

He shifted around, placed a towel under me and began to massage the lips
marking the entrance to my treasure.  The lube was cool but quickly turned
warm.  He continued to give attention to the rest of my body while he
pushed in his finger, worked me around for a little while and then slipped
in another.  There was no pain when the second went in, only the promise of
something nice to come.  When he asked me if I was ready I nodded and
shifted my legs to give him room.  With one hand on my shoulder, the other
under me, he whispered in my ear that he was entering me.  I pushed out and
felt the warmth of his fullness.

That night was the longest we ever spent until that time, showing each
other how much we cared.  Nothing was rushed.  I relished the feel of him
moving in and out of me.  He moved till he found the right angle and
massaged my magic spot with each stroke.  We both were breathing hard and
fast.  I cried and whimpered, letting him do anything he wanted.  I came
again.  His hand moved down to claim some of my juice which he spread on
his lips and then on mine. He spread some on my shoulder and then cleaned
it off.  I was in heaven and didn't want this to ever end.  He had his boy
in paradise.

It did end as it must always.  When I felt him begin to fill me I pushed
back and squeezed, to milk all I could from him.  He was panting hard; I
felt his warm breath on my neck and his arms around me.  When he started to
pull out I reached back and stopped him.

"Don't.  Stay in me.  Hold me?"

He slid an arm under my head, kissed me on the neck and pulled me in close.

End Ch Forty-Five

To Be Continued: comments welcome; contact Dwight Wilson at
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