Date: Mon, 16 Apr 2007 16:37:58 -0700 (PDT)
From: adm2780 <adm2780@yahoo.com>
Subject: Brads Idol  Chapter Forty-Seven

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Chapter Forty-Seven: Brad's Idol

I lay about half way on top of Uncle Ray watching through the glass door as
dark turned to gray turned to daylight.  I'd been awake, thinking, for
quite a while.  First, I felt him move and his breathing changed.  Then, I
saw his right hand move over my head, cradled the back of my head in the
palm, and eased me off of him and down onto the bed.  I was awake, but
didn't let him know.  Right after I heard the commode flush, the bed shook
as he lay back down.  With one hand under my head and the other under my
back, he lifted me back where I had been.

"You want to tell me what's wrong?" he asked me ever so quietly.  He knew I
was awake.

"What makes you think somethin's wrong?"  I gave him the universal kid's
answer when they aren't sure they want to talk.

"Either you've been shedding some tears on me, or my chest has developed a
leak.  Now, do you want to talk?  You don't have to; it's your choice."

I shrugged my shoulders without looking at him and continued to lay on him.
I thought a little more and realized I wasn't going to come up with an
answer without talking.

"Uncle Ray?  Was what I did last night bad?  You know, wantin' to be 'slut
boy'?" I asked the question without looking directly at him.

"Well, I guess that all depends."  When he started an answer like that, it
usually meant he was going to make me figure out the answer rather than
make it simple.  "What do you define as 'slut'?"  I just shrugged my
shoulders.  I learned a long time ago that whatever I said, he would add to
it.

"A slut is a person that's considered to be loose.  Do you understand that
part?"  I looked at him and the facial expression answered his question.
'A loose person is someone who doesn't have any standards or has very low
standards.  In the area you are talking about, do you remember Matty from
the story?  He just liked getting something stuffed up his rear and didn't
particularly care who or where?  Matty was a slut.  Are you like that?"

"No way!" I answered emphatically.  "I like to get something stuffed up my
butt, but it's only your something.  Nobody else even touches me there.
But, not long ago you told me not to ever call somebody a slut or let
anybody call me that cause it was bad."  Now I sat up and straddled his
stomach while we talked.

"To call someone a slut because they act like Matty did; yes, that's bad.
You didn't act like that.  If you wanted to do that you'd have to put a
sign in the front yard that said "Brad's Butt: Free For the Taking".  Are
you going to do that?"

"Course not!  My butt's not free and it's not for anybody to take 'cept
you."

"Brad, what you did was no different than a lot of young boys beginning to
experiment and experience different things with their body.  You read about
a scene in one of those stories and thought it was hot.  You wanted to try
it out.  Am I close?"  I looked down and nodded.

"It just so happens someone in the story said what the kid was doing made
him a 'slut boy', so that's what you called it.  All you did was have a
dream about having sex a particular way and letting people shoot all over
you and then clean it off.  Was it hot?"  I just looked up and smiled.
"Now, at first, I wasn't too wild about the idea, but I knew that if I
didn't let you try it out, you'd never learn to make some choices or learn
from some mistakes.  Which one that was for you, you have to decide.
Personally, I thought it was pretty hot, myself.  But, remember, we keep
rules about how we treat one another.  In those slut stories, the kids
almost invariably get hurt.  I don't want you there, okay?"

"Yes, sir."  I paused debating whether to push my luck. "Uncle Ray?  I had
some other fantasies, too.  One was that I'd get to find out what it was
like to be the one doin' the stickin', 'stead of the one gettin' stuck all
the time; but I like gettin' stuck."  I watched trying to get a read on how
he was taking all this.  I decided to go for broke.

"There's somethin' else, too.  You know we do a lot of foolin' around when
we go ta bed.  Well, sometimes I feel like I need ta get a nut other times,
too."  I took a deep breath.  "Truth is, sometimes durin' the day when I
say I gotta find a bathroom, it's not ta do what ya think.  I go in there
and do a quick jack ta get some relief.  There's one other thing.  Maybe we
could do somethin' different sometimes?"

He looked at me for a moment and then got this kind of puzzled look on his
face.  "Excuuuuuse, me! I didn't realize I had such a worldly boy on my
hands.  Why didn't you just let me know you wanted to fool around some?
There's been lots of days I would have just loved to scoop you up in my
arms, take you somewhere, get you naked and feel every inch of your body.
I'd get so horny watching you at the apartments that I had to find a
bathroom for the same reason."

"Really?!  No shit?"  I paused a moment. "Oops, sorry 'bout that.  Why
didn't you say somethin'?"

"Let's not even go there, now, okay?  Don't you know I enjoy holding you
and smelling fresh boy?  Now, tell me this, kiddo.  In this fantasy of
yours, just who were you supposed to be stickin'?"  I just gave him a big
smile.  "That's kind of what I thought.  Tell you what.  How about right
now we go for a peaceful morning swim?"

"How about, no," I told him. "How about you go for a quick shave and brush
the teeth.  I'll brush my teeth and then pour us juice and coffee, and then
I'll meet you on the patio for a peaceful morning swim and maybe we can
figure out somethin' else to do?"

"Done.  Now, how about you get your little naked butt off me so I can get
going?"  I gave him a hug and a kiss on the cheek and took off.

                                                                        ***

Making real coffee from scratch and pouring juice, plus taking care of
personal items in another bathroom, I still got to the poolside before
Uncle Ray.  Setting his coffee on the table, I lay on his favorite chaise
and waited for him to catch up with me.  I chose this particular chaise
because I knew he wouldn't just leave me here, he'd play with me, not just
say get up or ignore me.

I heard the sliding door open to his bedroom, but pretended I didn't hear
anything.  Sure enough, he crept up behind me.  I could see him in the
glass doors going to the family room.  After I set my glass on the table he
jumped around, grabbed me and we went flying to the water with me screaming
at the top of my lungs.  This is the way every day should begin.

We came up with me still holding on to his neck.  I had to because I was
coughing up water and laughing so hard, there was hardly any time to
breathe.  As soon as I could tell where I was, I wrapped my legs around
him.  He pulled me in close and started walking to the shallow end of the
pool.  I thought he was going to set me down.  He pulled me in close and
held tight while we got out of the pool.  Next thing I knew we were
bouncing off the diving board and he wasn't letting go.  If any neighbors
were still sleeping, we just handled the wake up call.  Again, I came up
spitting out water and laughing.  He looked to make sure I was alright and
then dove to swim under water.  I grabbed his shoulders and went along for
the ride.

I hooked my hands under his arms so my hands were actually on the front of
his shoulders, and pulled myself in close.  It felt weird, in a good way,
to glide through the water feeling his legs move and his butt touch me
some.  When we broke the surface I kept hold of him and wrapped my legs
around him from the back.  He told me to take a deep breath and hold on; we
dove again.  This time we came up on the steps.  As he worked his way up
the steps I let go while he turned and sat down.  When he turned around, he
placed his hands on the sides of my chest to support me.  I looked at him
and grinned. Then he got that 'what are you up to' look again.  I pulled in
close and gave him a kiss on the side of his neck.

"Stay there; watch this." I told him as I started sliding down his front.

He was sitting on the second step; the water right up to his waist.  I took
a deep breath and went down on him.  He was limp, but not long once I had
my lips locked around his shaft and blew air out of my mouth.  He could
feel the bubble traveling over his member and went hard almost instantly.
After I took a couple of more breaths and exhaled the same way he pulled me
up.

"You mischievous little brat.  What are you tryin' to do to me?"

"I thought you'd figure that out.  You said ta let you know when I wanted
ta fool around.  I thought I just told you I'm horny and ready for
somethin' different.  I knda woke up that way this mornin'." I answered
with a big smile and began playing with his nips. "I thought a good play
session before breakfast would be a fun way ta start the day.  We can do
more after breakfast if ya want."

"My God!  I've turned my boy into a sex monster." He smiled at me.

"Uncle Ray, stay where ya are.  I wanna try somethin'."

I shifted and straddled him like a frog.  I reached down and gave a couple
of good hard strokes to make sure he was good and stiff, and then started
sliding down.  When he touched my prize he stopped me.  He told me I wasn't
prepared, but I said I wanted to try; it'd be different.  I figured as
slick as our bodies were, the pool water would work like a lube.  I pushed
down and felt a jolt of pain when he broke through; guess that was from not
being stretched first.  He knew it and held me.  I let him know I wanted to
stay.  It wasn't as easy as when he stretched me with lube, but it really
wasn't bad either.  I worked my way down slowly till I was fully impaled on
the pony.  Then I wiggled my butt and leaned against him to let the pain go
away.  He scratched my butt to help me relax.

When I felt like I was ready to move, I stayed there a little longer so I
could enjoy him scratching my butt.  When I sat up I could feel him move
inside me.  Holding my hands up with my fingers splayed, he knew I wanted
to lock our fingers together.  I leaned back and stretched my legs in front
of me as best I could.  When I felt like I was balanced I pulled my fingers
away and let my arms float out to the side.  I was floating on my back
while I was anchored to him.  The waves in the pool made my body rock so he
moved in side me.

"Oh, gaaaahhd! This feels unreal.  It's not like when you got a lotta lube
in me.  It's kinda rougher and I feel it more, but it still feels outta
sight.  Ohhh, fuck!"

His hand gently stroked my chest and stomach, stopping occasionally to play
with a nip.  His fingers wrapped around my chest with a thumb settled on
each nip.  He massaged and pulled at them like he used to do when I laid
back in his lap.  I could feel him shifting some to create the waves that
let my body float from side to side, up and down.  I flexed the muscles in
my butt; the moans coming from him said I was doing it right.

Time became non-existant as I floated on my back, eyes closed, enjoying the
incredible feelings coming through my butt.  The only other thing I felt
was the massaging and pulling of my nips, increasing my pleasure.  I
couldn't help but flex my butt muscles and twist in the water.  When he
struck the magic spot it was like a lightening bolt of ecstasy.  I could
have stayed like that all day but I felt my body reacting to the sensations
and demanding I seek relief.

"Brad, I'm going to hold you and start moving in and out gently, pampering
your little treasure till we go over the edge."  I squeezed my butt muscles
real tight to let him know I understood.

As he pumped in and out I began to moan and whimper the pleasures I was
feeling.  Time was lost along with everything else except the fullness in
my treasure cave.  He struck the magic spot on almost every stroke and I
went deeper and deeper into my own world of sexual bliss.  Finally, I cried
out to him that I had to shoot and he pulled me down harder.  Waves
splashed and rolled over my chest as I got lost and whimpered.  My own tool
felt as though it would split when I began to shoot.  As I came down I felt
him filling my insides.

"Hey, Brad!  That was fuckin' fantastic, man!"  That wasn't Uncle Ray.  "We
gotta try that.  Awesome!"

That was Ben's voice.  He and Larry were standing behind Uncle Ray
cheering!

"Oops."  Uncle Ray and I smiled at each other.  I did a little sit-up with
his help and gave him a big hug while he lifted me off his now smaller
anchor.  We left Ben and Larry to enjoy the pool.

                                                                         ***

You can fool around the house, even one furnished like a boy's fantasy
playground, for only so long before things get a little old.  Sunday
afternoon Uncle Ray took us to Vellano Beach which is located just north of
St. Augustine.  We rented jet skis for three hours of bone jarring fun.

The beach wasn't as nicely equipped as the state park we went to, but it
was nice.  The worst part was smelling the port-o-potty after it had been
used by who knows how many people and the sun shone down on it for several
hours.  Wow!  The rental place was actually on an inlet that separated
Velano from St. Augustine.  If you came straight in from the ocean you'd be
looking at the old Spanish fort.

Ben and Larry had never ridden jet skis, but it didn't take long for them
to catch on.  Like typical boys, they learned by getting on, heading out to
sea and running full blast.  Once the basics were mastered, the fun began.
The group consisted of three mischievous boys and one adult who knew how to
tolerate us.  I should also mention he was a very patient adult,
particularly after we managed to come at him from two sides, make sharp
turns and almost drown him in the wake we created.  He loved it.

Another good feature about Vellano was the surf.  There was some, but
nothing like you see on television that the guys ride their boards on.
These waves were short and a lot more gentle.  If you charged straight at
the wave and caught it before it broke white- water, it was like running up
a jump ramp.  The jet ski would go airborne, just out of the water. The
landing was a bit rough, but fun.

Larry had a rough time.  He missed more waves than he caught.  When I say
missed, I mean he didn't hit the wave before it broke or caught it just as
it broke.  When you hit a wave right at the break it was like running into
a cement wall.  More than once we saw his body fly into the air with him
going one way and the jet ski another.  Uncle Ray was thankful for the
safety kill switches activated by the cords tied around our wrists.

When you're having fun, three hours goes by faster than you can think about
it.  We had to head in and when we turned the jet skis in with the life
jackets, an item we all had to wear against our will, we laughed at the
sunburn lines we all had.  There was no doubt we would have to spend more
time by the pool to even things out again.  Uncle Ray planned on having
dinner at the Santa Maria, a restaurant sitting at the end of a dock in St.
Augustine.  We had dry clothes to change into, but no shower or dressing
room.  Uncle Ray said we could use the portable units ^Ö he had to be
kidding!  No way, not the way they smelled.

When we got to the car, Uncle Ray got in the back seat and changed his
pants.  Interesting.  He didn't want to use the portables either.  We stood
outside the car, looked at one another, and the unspoken message was
transmitted.  When Uncle Ray saw the grins on our faces he tried to say
something but he was too late.  We dropped it all right there on the spot.
We were in the parking lot and there were cars parked on either side.
Somebody out on the road or the water would have to look directly at us.
Ben offered to go out and pose, Larry seconded the idea.  Uncle Ray told
them if they did he'd lock the doors and leave them standing naked in the
middle of the parking lot.  By now, Ben and Larry knew not to press their
luck too much because Uncle Ray would do it, he'd leave them there standing
naked.  We slipped our shorts on real quick.

The Santa Maria is a neat place.  I'd been there a couple of times with
Uncle Ray; the other two hadn't.  When the lady came for our orders, Ben
and Larry weren't even listening because they were trying to figure out
what the kids three tables up from us were doing.  I asked the lady for
some crackers or stale bread.  That really confused the two of them.  The
window sill had trap doors built into them.  You lifted the door and tossed
out bits of bread.  The catfish in the river went nuts.  So did the sea
gulls that would dive for the pieces you tossed out into the air.  A couple
of times it looked like the seagulls would dive down and take the bread
right out of the fish's mouth.  It was close enough we couldn't really tell
and I wasn't about to walk out there.  They might think my toes or any
other portion of me hanging down was a delicacy meant for them.

After dinner, it was time to head for home.  Uncle Ray stopped and let us
get a video.  Ben went straight to the "R" rated stuff and Uncle Ray just
stood about two aisles over and looked at him.  Ben relocated without
anyone saying anything to him.  Larry had a good laugh looking at some of
the old movies with Roy Rogers and the Lone Ranger.  Uncle Ray started
telling them he remembered going to the movies on Saturday morning.  They
had specials for kids where you got in, got a small drink and popcorn, and
then sat through three or four cartoons and a short movie.  They were
called serials because it was a continuing story.  He told us to think of
it as seeing one chapter out of the whole book each Saturday.  There was no
way we were falling for all that; he was lying and we knew it.

At home Uncle Ray said that before we settled down it was shower time, and
that included a good shampoo.  He wanted all the sweat, salt water and sand
washed away.  Of course, Ben and Larry headed to the big bath in the hall.
I started stripping while I walked down the hall.  When Uncle Ray came in,
I was sitting on the bed waiting.

"Did you get a shower?" he asked me.

"No.  I been waiting on you.  You said you wanted to sit in the shower with
me in your lap and smell me.  Remember?  It was one of your fantasies."  I
tried not to smile too much and sound sincere.

"Yeah, I hear you.  I think it's more like my boy thinks I should pamper
him some more.  Is that it?"

"Only if you want to."  I answered, trying to sound innocent.

When we stepped into the shower he reached for the wash cloth, which I took
from him.  I soaped it up real good and bathed him.  I didn't rush, but I
wasn't real slow either.  I did make sure I got all the right places so it
was a real bath; that included having him turn around so I could handle the
valley of darkness.  While I bathed him, I occasionally kissed him or
suckled a little on his sensitive sports.  Then I told him he had to sit so
I could do the shampoo.

He sat with his eyes closed and seemed to enjoy me doing this for him.
He'd already taught me how to stiffen my fingers and massage the scalp.  I
remember when he did it for me and how good it felt.  He just sat there
with this silly looking grin.  I don't know when he opened his eyes or
started watching me.  I felt good because I was doing something nice for
him.  Then, I felt his hands cupping each cheek and pulling me forward.  I
let my dick touch is lips and twisted my hips.  He held me still and kissed
me at the top of my package and then down the sides.

"Uncle Ray, that's okay.  I wanted to do something nice for you."

"You are, kiddo, you are.  Just keep massaging my scalp and let me enjoy my
boy."

With the attention I was getting, I was at full salute position
immediately.  He wasn't rushing either; he was in slow and gentle mode.
Then I felt myself pushed into moist warmth.  He used his tongue to squeeze
me against the roof of his mouth and applied enough suction I thought he
was going to pull me inside out.

"Gaaahhhd, Uncle Ray, that feels good.  I'm gonna shoot anytime now."

When I told him I was almost there, he pulled me in tighter and sucked
harder.  Then I let it all go.  I sucked in my breath and grabbed two
handfuls of hair to stay upright.  My knees shook and he pulled me closer
as I sank down some.  When it was over, he pulled me down, turned me and
had me straddling his lap.  I leaned back on him while he used the shampoo
to bathe me.  After I caught my breath I reached down for him, but he
stopped me.

"Don't.  I'm fine.  I'd been wanting to do that to you all afternoon.  I
didn't think it'd be a good idea on a public beach."  I reached back and
hugged him.  "We better get out of here before the other two send out a
search party."

When we went to bed that night he told me he had to go the office the next
morning but would be home right after lunch.  We didn't play any more.  I
thought about it, but the mood wasn't right.  The mood was more mellow; it
was comfortable and relaxing.  Usually I found my nest and curled up kind
of part way on top of him.  Tonight, I found my nest and stretched my body
as far as I could and lay against him.  It felt nice feeling him touching
every part of me that I could get next to him.  He rubbed my back and
scratched my butt as I fell asleep - nice.

                                                                         ***

When I woke the next morning, Uncle Ray was gone.  I had to laugh to
myself; I was in such a deep sleep that I didn't even hear him get up and
leave.  When I looked at the clock I knew I'd slept half the morning away.
I heard Ben and Larry outside.

After taking care of personal business I headed to the kitchen where I
prepared a hearty breakfast of sliced banana over corn flakes with juice.
On my way to the kitchen I had seen what Larry and Ben were doing and took
everything outside.  Settling on the chaise I watched Larry and Ben try to
repeat what I did with Uncle Ray the day before.  It didn't work too well
for them since Larry floated like a piece of granite.

After watching them a few minutes, I couldn't resist the temptation.  "Ben,
what would you say if your MOM walked through that gate right now?"

Only the 'mom' part registered with Larry and he went under.  Ben had to
lift Larry up to keep him from drowning himself.

"Brad, that wasn't funny!" Larry screamed.  He probably wouldn't have been
quite so mad if Ben and I weren't laughing so hard.

                                                                      ***

"Uncle Ray?  It's me."

"Hello, me.  What's up?" was his typical answer.

"I just called to let ya know I'm gonna take the bike and go explorin' some
more, okay?"

"You don't want to stay there and play with Ben and Larry?  Is there
something wrong?"

"No, there's nothin' wrong.  Ben and Larry are in the pool.  I just had
breakfast.  Actually, I just didn't want to fool around with 'em.  You know
what they'll wind up wantin' to do, and I just don't want to, that's all.
Can we talk about that part later?  I got a watch with me so I can be back
when you say.  When's Ben's mom comin' for 'im?"

"Donna's coming around mid-afternoon.  I plan on being home before then.
If you're sure every things alright why don't you plan on being home around
2:30 or so.  After Ben leaves I need to take you and Larry to get school
supplies."

"No sweat.  I'll let them know when she's comin'.  Later, Uncle Ray."

I let the guys know what Uncle Ray said and reminded them to watch the
clock.  If Ben's mom came in at the wrong time, there'd be big trouble for
all of us.

I rode the bike over to the school.  There were some guys shootin' hoops,
but I was the only extra.  I didn't want to hang around like I was lost or
something so I rode around a little and checked back a couple of times.
Finally, someone else did show and we both got in the game.  I was only
able to play for about an hour, but getting out and getting some physical
exercise and working up a good sweat felt good.  I also found out one of
the guys lived one street over from us.

On the way home I took a different route just to see what was there.  There
wasn't a lot to see.  Houses on a tree lined street, just like Uncle Ray's
house.  The kid, Donald, that lived one street over rode with me.  He
seemed decent enough.  We did the usual 'see ya' thing and I figured I'd at
least see him on the school bus.  I was one of the new kids in the
neighborhood and sometimes wished we could settle down so I could make some
long term friends.

Uncle Ray got home as I was getting cleaned up and dressed again.  When he
walked into the bedroom it was obvious he was looking for me.  When he saw
me pulling out fresh shorts and a shirt, he just smiled and winked.  Guess
I was doing what he'd hoped.

We hit the mall for school supplies.  Every kid in town must have been
there.  I spotted a couple of the guys I'd seen at the school.  We did the
wave thing and eyeballed one another.  Larry hadn't been around long enough
to meet anyone.  Aside from the crowd, it was the usual 'just before school
starts' shopping.  Larry and I both did get a couple of pairs of jeans and
a few pull-overs.  Heaven forbid we should have to wear something that was
broken in and comfortable.

This was also the night we had to start going to bed on our school-night
schedules.  What a bummer!  I tried talking our way out of it, but it
didn't work.  What did work was for me to talk him into letting Larry have
the bedroom with the twin beds as his room.  That left me with Uncle Ray.
Wrong!  I got the room with my old bedroom suite and the double bed.  That
was not what I was looking for.

"Uncle Ray, this is a bummer.  Why can't I sleep with you like I always do?
I don't like this shit."  He gave me 'the look' and I knew it was because
of my language. "Sorry."

"Brad, when you get a sleeping pattern established so I can count on you
going to bed and going to sleep instead of laying there waiting on me, then
we'll talk about it.  You need your rest for school.  Tomorrow morning I'm
waking both of you just like it was a school day.  Now, would you like to
tell me what was going on around here this morning?"  His tone of voice
said he was serious about the sleeping schedule and concerned about this
morning.  Of course, even though I was in a different bed, soon as we got
home from shopping I'd gotten down to my normal state of undress and slept
that way.  He was naked too.

"There really wasn't anythin' goin' on, honest.  It's just that, well, I'm
not sure I really know how to say it."  I was looking at him and then
reached up and pulled him down some.  He took my hint and lay with me.  I
found my nest between his arm and torso before I continued.

"'Member what I said 'bout doin' 'slut boy'?  Well, we did it one time when
you fingered me and Larry.  That was okay.  If I'd stayed here this mornin'
then Ben and Larry woulda wanted to do a three-way; I didn't want to.  I
don't know if I'm sayin' it right.  It's like now.  If I was in the same
room as Larry, he'd be in bed with me wantin' me to play with 'im and stick
my dick in his butt while he went to sleep.  To him, that means somebody
cares.  I don't have ta do that."

"I like ta play with Larry and Ben, too, sometimes, but not for the same
reason as Larry.  Ta him it means somebody cares.  I get attention and
lovin' without the sex.  You pamper me and let me know I'm loved and don't
want me doin' it all the time.  When we do it, it's special.  I can relax
and feel good.  With them, it's just plain ol' getting' your nut.  I like
the special feelin's better.  Know what I mean?"

He didn't say anything, he just pulled me up and turned me so I was layin'
on top of him and gave me a big hug.  After a couple of minutes he turned
my head and kissed me on the forehead.  His hand traveled down my back and
cupped my butt, then gently rolled me on my side as he got up.  I pulled
him back down for one big hug.

"My boy's starting to grow up."


End Ch Forty-Seven

To Be Continued: comments welcome; contact Dwight Wilson at
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