Date: Tue, 24 Apr 2007 15:29:00 -0700 (PDT)
From: adm2780 <adm2780@yahoo.com>
Subject: Brads Idol  Chapter Forty-Eight

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Chapter Forty-Eight: Brad's Idol

"Good morning!" I happily called out loudly as I bounced on top of him.

"OOOOFFF!" was his response. "Brad, do you know what time it is?" he asked
me, not sounding too happy.

"Yeah, but you said for us to get up the same time as when we had to go to
school.  This is that time."  I didn't understand why he was so surprised.

"It's 6:30 in the morning, kid; you've gotta be nuts.  What time do you
catch the bus; here, not back in Ft. Pierce?"

"Uhhhhh, . . . 8:15?"

"And you have to get up at 6:30 for that?  How about seven?  Doesn't that
sound more reasonable?"

"Maybe, but I'm up now."

"No kiddin', kiddo."  He grabbed me by my sides and tossed me on my back.
I didn't have a chance.  He was on top of me and started one of his big
tickling sessions that he knew really got me going.  If Larry was still
asleep, he wouldn't be for long.

"Nooooo!  Uncle Ray!  Stop!  That tickles . . . stop! . . . not fair
. . not fair."  I giggled and cried out till I was drooling over
everything.  I begged him to stop and thankfully, he didn't listen.  We
hadn't had a good tickling session like this in a long time.  I tried
curling up so he couldn't get to me and he just stuck his fingers in my
ribs.  When I reacted he got the claw hold on my stomach and wouldn't let
go.  "Stop or I'm gonna wet the bed.  Stop, I gotta pee!"

"Hey, you two; some of us are tryin' ta sleep," I heard Larry call
out. "Ya'll make too much noise."

He didn't stop and evidently Larry decided 'if you can't beat 'em, join
'em' cause the next thing I knew both of them were on me.  I kept telling
them I had to pee, but nobody listened.  When the tiny squirts came out,
they listened.  I had to roll up in a ball.  He grabbed me, pinning my arms
and legs so I couldn't move, and picked me up.  I heard the patio door open
and knew what was about to happen.

"Nooo . . . don't.  I'm serious, I gotta pee.  Noooo...."  He wasn't
listening and I was too busy laughing and pleading.  "Ohhh gaaaahhhhdd!'
was the last thing out of my mouth before it filled with water.

He jumped in the pool.  Fortunately, he twisted on the way in so we landed
on his back.  When he let me go I had a mouthful of water and immediately
started clawing for the surface.  When I came up I was in the deep end and
he came up in the shallow end.

When I turned so I could see him, he smiled, waved and said, "Good morning,
kiddo."

Larry was standing next to the pool, pointing at me and laughing.  Too bad
he didn't notice Uncle Ray getting out of the pool.  Before he knew what
was happening, Larry found himself flying through the air and hitting the
water.

"HHHEEEEYYYYY!"

When he came up it was my turn to laugh.  He didn't care because we wound
up in a water fight.  Sometime during all this, Uncle Ray disappeared into
the house.  I got out of the pool and looked for him.  I didn't have to pee
anymore when I got out; guess it was a good thing there was plenty of
chemicals in the pool.  He wasn't in the kitchen, but the coffee had
brewed.  Pouring his usual morning cup, I headed for the bedroom, dripping
water everywhere I went.  I found him shaving and put the cup of coffee on
the vanity.

"Thanks, kiddo.  I thought you'd still be in the pool with Larry, or maybe
in the bathroom?"

"Uh-Uh.  I peed in the pool thanks to you.  I wanted to come in here and
see you before you left for work.  What can we do today?" I asked him, only
half paying attention to what was being said while I put some of his
shaving cream on my face.

"Whatever you think of as long as you stay out of trouble.  Think you can
do that?" he asked while handing me a razor.  I knew the razor didn't have
a blade in it but acted like it did anyway.  You should have seen the
shocked look on his face when I hollered and acted like I'd cut myself.

"Gotcha." I told him smiling.

Uncle Ray always followed the same routine in the mornings.  Get up, turn
the coffee pot on, brush the teeth and turn on the hot water for shaving,
get a cup of coffee, shave, use the facilities, and shower.  We were down
to let the hot water run in the shower and use the facilities.  Since I
used the pool, I just stepped into the shower and waited on him.

When he stepped in he just shook his head; he knew I'd be there.  After he
let the water run on him and started soaping up the wash cloth I wrapped my
arms around him and just leaned into him kind of rocking back and forth.
He washed my back.

"What are you up to?"  He always asked me that just because I wanted to
lean into him.

"I'm not up to nothin'," I told him. "You just feel good like this; kinda
comfy."

"Gee, thanks, I think."  I never understood that answer but didn't worry
about it.

He bathed me like he always did and shampooed my hair.  When he finished I
took the cloth and began bathing him.  I teased his nipples a little but I
didn't try to get anything started; I just enjoyed being in the shower with
him.  There was something special about being together and holding him
while he cleaned me.  The part I liked more was doing him.  The only
problem I ever had was the shampoo because he was so much taller, or he'd
say it was because I was so much shorter.  He sat down when I asked him to
and I shampooed his hair.  He tickled my sac a little but didn't really try
to start anything.  When I finished the shampoo I used the hand held unit
to rinse us off.  Before he got up I squatted in his lap and then sat.  I
put my arms around his neck to give him a big hug and told him I loved him.
He squeezed me like always; it was nice.

When we got out of the tub he dried himself and I stood there waiting my
turn.  I also let him know I needed some more underwear because the old
ones were getting too tight.  He reminded me we just went shopping and
wanted to know why I didn't say anything then and I had to tell him I'd
gone commando that day.  Then I told him my underwear getting tight was
good because that meant I was growing and I had a bigger package to play
with.  He rolled his eyes back in his head, tossed the towel over my head
and walked out of the bathroom.  I used the towel to rub some of the water
off, dragged it over my hair and followed him.

"You want some breakfast, kid?"

"French toast and bacon?" I asked with anticipation.

"Yeah, but you have to help with the bacon.  Better check on Larry; see
what his fuel meter is reading."

"He's always hungry, but I'll ask 'im."  I knew that asking was a waste of
time; Larry never said no to food.

The three of us worked on breakfast.  Too bad we didn't have a camera.  A
grown man half dressed in a suit.  One naked kid mostly dried with his hair
going every way possible and another naked kid dripping water.  It really
didn't matter because it worked.  I did bacon.  Uncle Ray did the toast and
frying.  Larry set the table and poured juice.

"Uncle Ray, how 'bout me and Larry come to your office for lunch?  You can
take us to the mall and get my underwear at the same time."

"Assuming that works with my schedule, what else is it you've planned in
that head of yours that you haven't told me?"  Guess I can do that only so
many times and he picks up on the pattern.

"Nothin', yet.  But since you mention it, maybe a movie this afternoon?
'Member, this is our last day off before school starts and we gotta make
the best of it and Kathy and dad are comin' this weekend so that messes the
weekend up for a movie."

"Well, next time I talk to your dad, which will probably be sometime today,
I'll have to let him know he's messing up your movie plans by coming to see
you."

"Noooo.  That's not what I mean and you know that.  What I meant was . . ."

"Do yourself a favor and stop now before you dig the hole deeper.  You make
it to the office; we'll get you to the mall.  Okay?"

After Uncle Ray headed to work Larry and I cleaned up the kitchen.
Cleaning really wasn't such a big deal with a dishwasher.  The only thing
we did by hand was the electric fry pan that you couldn't put in water.
When we finished we headed for the pool.  After splashing around some I got
out and started working on the dives that Aunt Jackie showed me back at my
birthday party.  Larry wasn't there so this was all new to him.

I did a couple of dives and then had to do a couple more before you could
tell what they were supposed to be.  I was still nervous about coming off
the board backwards and flipping in because I took the chance of busting my
head on the board.  Of course, what I did was over compensate the first
couple of times and actually did more of a splat than a dive.  Larry
thought it was funny that my front was turning red.  It was my turn to
laugh when he did the big splat.  It had to hurt.

There was no way I could guess how many times we came off the board.  It
was actually fun and probably the most fun he and I had together, just us,
in a long time.  After a while, though, you get tired.  I knew we'd been
doing it a long time because the sun was almost straight up.  Larry got out
of the pool and decided to lay on the chaise lounge.  He looked over his
shoulder at me and wiggled his butt; I knew what he wanted.

I got on top of him and he wiggled his butt again, then he looked over his
shoulder and told me I could stick him if I wanted to.  He seemed a little
surprised when I told him I didn't want to stick him.  I did get him to
roll on his side and I lay down next to him.  First thing he did was reach
for my dick and start playing.  I reciprocated and mouthed his nip.  I was
horny and wanted to get my nut; I knew he did too.  But that's all that it
was about, just getting a nut.  This wasn't what I really wanted.  In just
a few minutes we lay on our sides with arms draped over one another humping
away.  We moaned and breathed hard into each others neck.  Once one of us
started shooting, that set the other one off and it was done.  We were both
covered in juice which we eagerly spread all over us and then headed for
the shower.

                                                                         ***

"Hi, Ms. Gail."  Uncle Ray's secretary was sitting at the front desk when
we walked in.

"Hi, yourself.  Who's your friend?" she asked with that ever present smile.

"This is my step-brother , Larry.  Uncle Ray's s'posed to take us to lunch
and the mall."

"That's what he told me.  However, I'm afraid he's not here.  Mr. Larry
called and your uncle had to meet him at the apartments.  But, he did leave
these envelopes for you and asked me if I'd mind taking you to the mall and
leaving you there.  Is that okay with you two?"

"That's great.  Any idea what Uncle Ray and Mr. Larry are doing at the
apartments?" I asked while trying to get my envelope open.  He'd licked the
thing closed and then put tape on it.

"Not really.  He said something about trying to get the rest of the
building ready to go on the market.  I'm supposed to find out what movie
you two are going to see and when you need to be picked up.  The other
option is for you to call when you're ready to be picked up.  What's your
choice?"

"We don't have a phone so we can't call.  Pay phones have just about
disappeared."

"Got you covered there too.  Your uncle left his phone for you."

On the way to the mall we looked in our envelopes again and counted the
money.  Larry had twenty dollars for his lunch and the movie.  I had fifty
bucks, giving me extra to buy some new underwear.  I had no idea what it
cost and figured I'd just get what I could.

When Ms. Gail dropped us off we looked at the show schedule and knew we had
a little over an hour before the show.  We hit the food court for some good
greasy junk food and then headed to the department store.  My problem was
I'd forgotten to see what size was getting too small so I didn't know what
to get.  I looked around and there were only ladies there to ask questions.
No way.  Soon I saw a man in the department next door, which was men's
stuff, and went over and asked him how to tell.  He measured my waist and
showed me how to read the sizes on the back of the packages.  Problem
solved.

One thing I found out shopping for underwear is what was always bought for
me wasn't necessarily all they made.  Tighty-whities are alright most of
the time, but they had some real interesting stuff.  They had some low-cuts
and some lower then low cuts called bikini cut.  They weren't all white
either.  After looking around some, I bought two packs of the whities and
found some real interesting ones I thought Uncle Ray might like.  I bought
one set in orange to go with my tan.  Tonight was going to be fun.

Ms. Gail picked us up after the movie and we got her to take us home
instead of back to the office.  In case Uncle Ray wanted to know what was
going on, I asked her to tell him we were planning a surprise for him but
he wasn't supposed to know because I made her promise not to tell.  She
could also tell him we'd pulled a steak out and had it marinating all
afternoon; he was supposed to grill it when he got home.  It wasn't a lie
because we did do all that.

                                                                         ***

"Gail, I appreciate you taking care of the boys for me this afternoon."

"My pleasure, Ray.  Do you know how lucky you are?  Those kids are so well
behaved it's almost scary.  Someday you may want to consider writing a book
for the rest of us."

"Don't let them fool you.  They know to behave when they're out somewhere.
At home, they can be a challenge.  Actually, I'm a little worried about
Brad, though.  Sometimes, I think I'm spoiling him just a little too much.
He seems to want me to hold him a lot and he wants to hang around with me
all the time.  I had thought by now he'd consider me a pain in the neck
except when he needed something."

"Don't worry, that time will come soon enough.  Ray, you know I've watched
you and Brad for a number of years now.  In case you don't realize it, that
boy practically worships the ground you walk on.  I don't know why he's not
getting the attention he seems to need at home, but he definitely feels
like he gets it from you.  Brad is one of those kids that likes to be held
and he wants someone to tell him he's loved.  It's important to him.
Anyone that's watched the two of you can tell you love that kid and
wouldn't let anything happen to him.  Brad can feel that security and
protection, too.  Don't underestimate kids; they know.  Brad knows; he
needs you and he knows you'll be there for him.  Enjoy it while you can."

                                                                         ***

When Uncle Ray got home everything was normal.  Larry and I were running
around naked and still had water glistening on us from the pool.  We had
already made a salad and had the grill sitting out for Uncle Ray to cook
the steak.  We could have grilled it but the rule was still for us not to
try it unless an adult was around.  When he got home he stripped and went
for a dip in the pool.  Of course, he wasn't alone for more than a couple
of minutes when Larry and I decided he needed our company.  I grabbed him
around the neck and he dove under with me riding his back and Larry holding
a foot.  He called this unwinding from work; we called it fun.

After horsing around for a little while Uncle Ray finally got around to
grilling the steak.  His habit was to buy one big steak and then cut it
into smaller pieces.  We ate what we wanted and the rest went into the
fridge to reheat another time.  While he grilled, Larry and I set the patio
table.  Sometimes I'd think about the way we did things and laugh.  Where
else did people and kids get to run around naked, jump in the pool when
they wanted, grill and drip dry while they ate.  I was willing to bet most
people didn't have any idea what a great time they were missing.  After the
dinner mess was cleaned up, Uncle Ray decided it was time to sit down and
relax.  I decided it was time for my surprise.

I ran into the family room and stopped right in front of Uncle Ray.  At
first, his expression was kind of like shock and then he broke into a smile
and started laughing while I did some poses for him.

"Kid, dare I ask where you got that?"

"I bought it at the store today.  You like it?  You said bein' naked all
the time wasn't sexy 'cause it didn't leave anythin' to the imagination, so
I got this.  I decided, rather than bein' 'slut boy', I wanted to be 'sexy
boy'.  Watch this."

I turned my back to him and placed my feet about shoulders width apart.
Then I locked my fingers together behind my head and made sure my elbows
pointed out.  I flexed my left butt muscle so my cheek bounced, waited a
couple of seconds and did it again.  Then I changed to my right cheek and
made it bounce.  It only took me a couple of tries and I got a rhythm going
so I flexed the left and then the right and had my butt bouncing for him.
I could hear him behind me and when I turned he was laughing so hard his
face was red and his eyes watery.  I didn't understand why he was laughing
so hard; I was really trying to tease him and put on a show for him.  I'd
seen the guys in the magazines pose like that and read what they did with
their butts.  He held his hands out to me and, after waiting a minute, I
went to him.  He pulled me into his lap.

"My God, I've got a thirteen year old Chip 'n' Dale wannabe on my hands.
Boy, where did you ever learn that?" he asked me while trying to catch his
breath.  I wasn't sure if I was insulted or happy about what he said.

"What's a Chip 'n Dale?" I asked him, having no idea what he was talking
about.

"A Chip 'n' Dale is a male stripper.  They go to clubs and put on shows for
women only.  When they go on stage they wear black rip-away pants and a bow
tie.  Under the pants they wear a g-string, which is what you're wearing
now.  I'm sorry kid, I'm not laughing at you, I promise.  You just caught
me by surprise.  Although, after all these years I shouldn't be surprised
by anything you do."

"Uncle Ray, I thought you'd like it.  I just wanted to tease you some.
Actually, I'm tryin' to let you know it's horny toad time and this horny
toad wants some pamperin'; get my drift?"

"Yeah, I get your drift.  Co'mere kiddo; let me give you a hug."

I curled up in his lap and lay there.  He held me like he used to and I
melted into him.  This is the way my life was supposed to be.  Soon I felt
him scratching my butt and it gave me goose bumps.  He knew what I wanted
and gave me the attention I needed.  I really wanted to go to bed and for
him to give me lots of attention.  I wasn't sure I should say anything, but
I wanted to be in bed with him like we always did.  I didn't want my own
room.

He held me and kissed me on top of my head.  His hand ran gently up and
down my back.  Without thinking about it, I leaned over and began to suckle
on his nipple.  I felt him take a deep breath and tense up.  He liked what
I was doing.  I stopped and looked up at him; he looked at me and kissed me
on the forehead while he ran is fingers through my hair.  Wrapping my arms
around his neck I pulled him down so I could stick a tongue in his ear and
whisper I wanted to go to bed.  He brought me back to reality.

"Did you remember you have school tomorrow and need to get to bed early?
Speaking of which, where's Larry?"

"I know, but I want to go to bed with you.  I want you to explore my
treasure.  Please?  I'll get up in the morning; promise."  I begged him
with the saddest puppy eyes I could muster.  "Larry's taking a bubble bath
right now."

He held for a few minutes longer.  I could feel his finger work its way
under the thong and traced the thong from my crack, over my hip, and down
to my package.  He lingered there and flicked his finger at the base of my
now hardening pole.  I squirmed and reached up to tongue his neck and play
with a nipple.  He was thinking.  I had him going and I knew it.

"Just a few minutes Uncle Ray.  We can take a nice hot shower and you can
get me nice and clean inside and out.  I want ta lay on the bed and stretch
out and feel you from head to toe while you give me special attention.
Doesn't that sound nice?"

I knew it did because I could feel him ready to go under me.  He picked me
up and carried me to the bedroom where he lay me down and pulled the thong
off in one quick movement.  In the shower I suckled his nips and caressed
his package while he bathed me.

"Kid, if you don't slow down I'm going to bend you over and take you right
here in the shower."

My response was to bend over and kiss the end of his pole that I wanted
inside me.  "You can take me here if you promise to take me again in bed."
I teased.  More importantly, I was serious.  I not only felt like I wanted
him, I needed him.  I needed to feel him inside me rubbing my magic spot
while he tongued my ears and neck.  I looked forward to him biting down on
my shoulder and marking me as his boy.

When he finished bathing me and had cleaned himself, I bent over to get
cleaned out inside.  The warm water and solution filling me felt good.  I
think it felt so good because I knew what would follow.  He flushed me
three times.  Each time while I sat on the toilet emptying myself, he
kneeled in front of me and played with my nipples or tongued my neck and
ears.  I was so far into heat by the time he finished and carried me to bed
that he could do anything and everything he wanted; just do it.

My arms were stretched over my head.  He placed one of his legs over mine
to hold me there and attacked my underarms.  All I could do was whimper
with lust.

"Oooohhhhh, gaaaahhhd . . .uuunnnggghh . . . ooohhhhhh . . . mmmmmmpppphhh
. . . "

I whimpered and squirmed wanting him to touch more of me.  He tongued my
pits and then nibbled, working his way across my chest.  He paused at each
nip to set them on fire.

"Oooohhh, gaaaahhhddd . ." I cried and whimpered. "yeeeaaaaahhh
. .mmmmmppphhh"

While I became his wet puppy he reached down and massaged my package,
causing me to whimper even more.  I was at the edge and fighting to hold
off, but he wouldn't let me.  He didn't pump me like a normal masturbation.
He squeezed my pole beginning at the base and working his way up, slowly.
When he reached the head, his thumb began rubbing the tip and I shot a load
into his hand.  I whimpered and bucked with each shot; my head floated in a
pool of orgasmic bliss.

He let some of my own juices drip on each nipple and then rubbed the rest
over the entrance to my treasure.  While he licked to clean each nibble,
topping each stroke with a little nibble, his fingers played at the
opening.  I pushed out, trying to open for him and then felt his fingernail
travel down the back of my thigh.  When it did, I arched my back and cried
out.

"AAAAAAAGGGGGHHHH!! . . . oooooohhhhh . .ooohhhh ..  mmmppphhh . .fuck
me..now . .fuck me . . please . fuck meeee!"

I begged for what I wanted.  He finally let my arms go and I wrapped them
around his neck and attacked his ears and neck for all I was worth while he
again massaged my package while fingering my hole.  I bucked backwards,
trying to push him into me.  He wouldn't let me.  When he shifted to put
his head between my legs I grabbed his package and pulled him to me.  I
attacked his balls, licking and sucking them one at a time while I used my
fingers to dig into his crack.  Too soon he flipped me on my stomach and
climbed on my back.  Finally, I was going to get what I wanted.

He stretched my arms out to the sides and held me.  I felt his pole tease
my crack and bucked up to him.  He retreated and began licking and kissing
me from the nape of my neck to the small of my back.

"Pleeeaase, stick me . . ohhh . .ooohhhh . .mmmmppphh . .oohhh, Uncle Ray,
gaaahhhd, I can't take anymore . . fuck meeee . . "

His tongue entered my crack and worked its way down.  When his tongue
touched my pucker it was like a bolt of electricity shot through me.  My
butt went straight up, open for him to take.  Then I felt his oily finger
at my hole, gently pushing in.  I pushed out to make it easier and begged
him to push it all the way in.  His finger twisted inside me and pumped in
and out a few times and then withdrew.  Soon it was replaced by two fingers
and then three.  While he played with me, opening me up, he stretched up
and whispered in my ear how good I smelled and he could go like this all
night.  That would be fine with me.  Finally, the fingers came out and I
felt the soft head ready to penetrate and begged him for it.

He pushed gently and I felt the muscle stretch.  There was some discomfort,
actually pain, but it was a good pain.  I was going to get more and wanted
to feel that special, full feeling of having him in me.  H never stopped
caressing my neck and ears or whispering to me.  His breath on the side of
my face felt warm and comfortable.  I felt him push in and then pull back a
little, wait and then repeat the process.  How many times did he do it?  I
don't know.  I do know when I felt his pubes against my sensitive skin.
When he was all the way in he let his pelvic area rest on me while his
elbows, pressed against my shoulders and on the bed, held most of his
weight.  I was ready for a good pampered reaming and he gave it to me.

He moved in and out, stroking my prostate with each stroke, causing me to
whimper and cry out.  I was in adolescent heaven.  My whole world centered
on my butt and the feelings he gave me.  Under him all I could do was
squirm and whimper while being his puppy.  It was the strangest feeling as
he pushed into me I felt full.  When he pulled back it was like the suction
was trying to pull part of my insides out.  There was no pain, just a
gentle massaging of my insides that left me wanting more.

While he pumped in and out his hand held my whole package, firmly.  He
squeezed and kneaded until I cried out with another orgasm, filling his
hand.  He wiped his hand over my shoulders and began the tongue bath.  With
each stroke over the prostate I moved deeper and deeper into a world filled
with ecstasy.  I could feel his breathing getting hotter and heavier.
Somewhere inside, I knew he was getting closer and closer to filling me
with his juices.  He pumped in and I pushed back.  He pulled out and I
clamped down, trying to milk him.  Finally, and much to my disappointment,
it happened.  I could feel him filling my guts.  He leaned on me,
whimpering much as I had been.  We were both coated in our own and each
others sweat.  He rolled to his side, staying in me, holding me close.

The alarm went off.  Time for school.

End Ch Forty-Eight