Date: Fri, 25 Aug 2006 18:18:40 -0700 (PDT)
From: adm2780 <adm2780@yahoo.com>
Subject: Brads Idol  Ch Five

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sufficient changes to names, dates, places and events to be fiction



Chapter Five: Brad's Idol



	Getting older I had also begun to notice I was getting a little
bigger all over, and sometimes got funny feelings down there.  The weekend
we were bike shopping was like most weekends.  I'd had my bath and by now
didn't bother drying much; I wanted him to do it for me.  I'd climb up in
his lap and settle down.  This time he sensed something wasn't quite right.
There was something I wanted to tell him but wasn't sure if I should or if
I'd be in trouble for what I'd been doing.  After a few minutes of sitting
there and not really watching television, but enjoying him rubbing my back,
I shifted positions.

I moved so his hand would be down my side.  Rather than sitting in the
little seat he always made for me, I was sitting on top of his leg.  His
hand wound up kind of where I wanted it, but I was afraid to get it exactly
where I wanted him to rub.  Leaning into him I was just looking off, but
playing with the hair on his chest.  I always thought it was soft and felt
good.  I was using my hand to grab a clump of hair and would pull on it.
Somehow it felt good to feel the hair sliding through my fingers.  After a
few minutes he asked me what was wrong and I answered nothing.  About the
third time he lifted me up and turned me to look at him.  Now I was
standing in front of him, I hoped that he didn't see that I was stiff, but
I also hoped that he did see.  He reminded me that I could ask him anything
or say anything and if I wanted, it would never be repeated anywhere else,
including to my dad.

I climbed back up on his lap, this time though I was straddling his lap.
Wrapping my arms around his chest and shoulder I just lay against him.
This was my 'safe' position.  For some reason I always knew that when he
would let me do this I was safe from everything that could possibly harm
me.  God, I loved feeling like that with him.  Uncle Ray kind of formed a
seat with the palms of his hands, that's where I parked my butt.  I wanted
him to scratch me but he would just reach up and rub my back some.  I
wiggled my butt a little to give him a hint of what I wanted and in the end
just asked him to scratch my butt some.

While he scratched my butt I began moving my hips.  Initially, it was just
a reaction to the feelings he was giving me in my butt.  Then I realized
that I was getting a good feeling from my little pecker too.  What I was
really doing is humping my uncle's stomach.  God, did it feel good.  My
heart was pounding so hard it felt like a bass drum thumping away.  I think
I lost myself in what I was doing and somewhere, somehow I picked up the
pace.  I felt lightheaded and remember almost panting I was breathing so
hard.  Then this incredible feeling came over me; I remember Uncle Ray
holding me tight and telling me to just lay there for a minute and settle
down.  What ever made me feel like that I didn't want to end, but it scared
me at the same time.

I was still clinging to him when he took my shoulders and gently pushed me
back to look in my face.  For some reason I felt ashamed and looked down.
He put a finger under my chin and lifted my face to look at him.  I had
tears in my eyes.  I didn't know what had happened or what I had done, but
thought I might be in big trouble.  He very gently and softly asked me if I
knew what I had just done.  Shaking my head and beginning to cry a little I
told him no.  He placed his hand on the back of my head and pulled me to
him.  He didn't say anything for a couple of minutes but let me cling to
him, and then he kept telling me everything was all right and I hadn't done
anything wrong.

Somehow, right now it was easier talking to him with my head on his
shoulder.  He kept telling me I hadn't done anything wrong and nobody was
mad with me.  Each time he'd say that I would just squeeze him.  As we
talked he kept rubbing my back and sometimes scratched my butt.  He asked
me if what happened felt good or did it hurt.  I told him it felt good,
actually real good, but I didn't know why.  He explained to me that it was
a natural function of my body.

Nature had created a remarkable process with the body.  If something was
good for you it would feel good.  If something was bad for you it would
hurt or feel bad.  He told me I had a dry orgasm and it was a good thing
and I would enjoy many more and shouldn't be embarrassed or feel bad for
it.  He asked me if I remembered the night I bounced on him so much and we
both got wet.  I said I did and he told me that was a wet orgasm.  I had a
dry orgasm but in time, when I became a big boy, that would change.

We went to bed shortly after my experience and I think I had one of the
best night's sleep I had had in a long while.  He told me my body may have
been going through some changes building up to the orgasm and that's why I
had trouble sleeping or restless nights.  Well, if that feeling was the
result of my body changing I couldn't wait for it to change some more.

Uncle Ray and I talked some more about what happened and why.  This was the
summer I learned how babies were made and more importantly right then, I
learned how to make myself feel good.  I became consumed by the thoughts
and feelings my body could produce.  Where ever I went I would
subconsciously start playing with myself.  Uncle Ray would have to correct
me more than he would have liked.  He'd tell me there are things we don't
do outside in public.  All I could think about was squeezing and rubbing
myself, it felt great.  I became an expert at dry orgasms.

Many nights we went to bed and I would lie there waiting for Uncle Ray to
fall asleep.  Normally I would be draped over his left side with my left
leg over his, my foot falling between his legs.  When I thought he was
asleep I would slowly begin to rub against his leg, the feeling was
incredible.  I could lay there and hump his leg all night, of course it
never lasted that long, I just wished it did.  To this day I've wondered
how many nights that I humped his leg did he know what I was doing.  Now, I
think he knew most nights, if not all.  I'm not the quietest person around
when the magic moment comes, in fact, not even when building up to that
moment.  One night I reached orgasm and was just recovering when I felt him
squeeze my butt and tell me it was time to go to sleep.  I was in shock and
didn't move the rest of the night.

Within a few days of the first experience I guess I became more comfortable
with things and bolder.  When we would be sitting on the sofa, me in his
lap, I had no qualms about positioning myself so he could easily reach me.
I'd take his hand and putting it over my little nuts, ask him to rub me.
Sometimes he did and I loved it.  There's no feeling like cuddling with
someone you know would never hurt you and have them rub your nuts.  They
may have been small, but they were big enough to feel good.

We talked sometimes too about sex.  I couldn't tell him then that I wanted
him to feel me all over, and I wanted to explore him.  I wanted him to feel
me because it felt good.  I wanted to explore him because I was curious
about the difference between being a little boy and a grown man.  Of
course, I never told him what I wanted either way.  A few days later I
figured out how to get him to do some of what I wanted.

We were in our usual positions on the sofa.  I was in his lap and he was
gently rubbing my butt.  I knew I would be going home soon and was in a
mischievous mood.  He looked me in the eyes and wanted to know what I was
up to.  Of course I said nothing.  After working up a lot of nerve I
shifted in his lap so I was sitting between his legs.  I knew in this
position I would be sitting on his pecker.  I leaned back against his
stomach and he just crossed his arms over me, occasionally rubbing my
stomach.  After being in this position a short while I could tell he was
growing and I began squeezing my cheeks together.  I didn't do it in rhythm
but just once in a while like it was an accident.  Then I began doing it
more often, it didn't take long for him to catch on I was doing this on
purpose.  I figured if it felt good for me it would have to feel good for
him too.

He picked me up and turned me across his lap, telling me he had created a
monster; that I was just a horn toad.  I had no idea what that was, but
figured it wasn't too bad.  He told me to stop squeezing that way or we
would both get wet.  The thing is, that's what I wanted.  I turned and
straddled his lap giving him a big hug.  He hugged me back and told me I
would always be 'his boy'.  I couldn't ask for more.

Uncle Ray then lifted me gently by placing his hands around my chest.  I
didn't know what he had planned, but he could do anything as far as I
cared.  I had been straddling his lap and now was bent back lying down; I
could feel my heels pressing against the side of my hips.  He had stretched
his legs out so his feet were on the coffee table and I was lying on his
legs.  His legs were parted enough for my head to drop through if I wanted,
but I was set so I wouldn't roll off him. He stroked my chest and stomach
with his open palms.  This is part of what I had been wanting; I thought
this was heavenly and could sleep all night right there with him stroking
me.

Suddenly he bent over and gave me a raspberry on my belly, then another one
while tickling me.  I giggled and screamed out only as a nine year old can.
I don't know how many raspberries he gave me or how long he tickled me but
I reached the point I could hardly breathe, but didn't want him to stop.
Then, I had the most incredible feeling.  Uncle Ray was gently rubbing his
open palm over my nipples.  At first it tickled then it just felt good.  I
lay there and just let him do it, I didn't want him to stop, who would?  I
lay there squirming some and let out a little moan occasionally. At the
same time I developed the hardest boner I ever had.  This was a whole new
sensation.

Uncle Ray began to rub my nipples a little harder, giving me more
incredible sensations.  Soon he wet a thumb and began pressing the nip
rolling it in a circle.  Then he did the other one.  Each time he touched
me it was incredible.  I lay back with my head just rolling backwards, my
arms splayed to my side.  I could feel each time he removed a thumb and got
a blob of spit then returned to massaging my nipples.  The thumbs worked
magic.  He rubbed them one way and then reversed them.  He would use his
thumbs and start stretching the nips side ways till they burned a little.
I didn't know it was possible to feel this good.  His fingers were locked
in on my side and back.  Each time he got more spit he came back rubbing
harder and faster. Sometimes before he put his thumb back on my nip he
would bury my little pecker in the palm of his hand and squeeze or gently
rub it up and down.  I don't know how long this lasted but it was forever
and not long enough.  I just lay there in delirium with my head dangling
backwards and my arms flailing in the empty air.

"Ohhh, Gaaaawwwdd, Uncle Ray, pleeease, don't stop, pleeeease,
more....oooooohhhh, Gaaawwwdd,... pleeeease,.... harder...oh, it feels
sooooo goooood.... ..ooooo....ohhhh soooooo goooooood
oooooo...ooooooo....uh..uh..uuuhh.  pleeease....more..."

Between working my nipples his fingers traveled up and down my body.
Sensations were coming from everywhere and joined together to put me in a
world of my own.

"Aaaahhhh...Uncle Ray...Uncle Ray...Ohhh, Gaawwwd,....Uncle Ray...do
it..do it...more....MORE UNCLE RAY...yeeessss....yeeeessss..."

"Does my boy like having this done?"

"Ohhhh yeeeessss...moooore...mooore...oh Gaaaawwwwd....don't stooooop.."  I
was reduced to talking in whimpers only.

Who knows how long I babbled on.  Then I couldn't take it any more.  I sat
up and grabbed him around the shoulders and neck and began humping the
daylights out of his stomach.  I remember grunting and panting, then
grunting, panting and whimpering like the puppy I was.

"Gaaaaawwwddd, shit, ooooohhhhh, shit, geeeeez, uh,,uh,,uh,uuuhhh,
aaaaahhhh...aaaahhhh...mmmmmmppphhh...mmmmmmmmpppphhh....AAAAAHH ..." Then
it happened, the most incredible feeling I ever had in my entire young
life.  I bet if I could have shot wet, both of us, the furniture and walls
would have been soaked.  When I finished I was covered in sweat and panting
like I'd run five miles.

Uncle Ray held on to me and when my breathing slowed down he pulled me
back, kissed me on the cheek, and told me that was called foreplay.  He
also said I was one hot little horn toad.  I knew that had to be good.  He
also told me to be careful with my language.  I told him I learned it at
university, all the boys did it.  He said at home it was okay under certain
conditions, but he better not hear it outside in public.  I just hugged him
and never wanted to let go.

He sent me to bed saying he needed to pick up and would be there in just a
few minutes.  I heard him walking through the house some and then back to
the living room.  He stuck his head in the bedroom to see if I was asleep;
I played possum and was waiting on him to join me.  Instead he went to the
living room.  Before long I realized I was hearing something and decided to
check.  Walking softly down the back hall I approached the living room
where the lights were out.  I heard Uncle Ray; he was breathing hard and
making sounds almost like a whimper.  When I peaked around the door I could
see him lying on the sofa, he had his dick in his hand and was going wild.
It looked as though he would almost pull it off or break it.  I watched for
a moment, almost mesmerized, and then decided this isn't where I should be.
I tiptoed back to bed.  Soon, Uncle Ray joined me.  This time he put his
arm around me and pulled me against him.  I stretched out feeling his chest
hair against my back and enjoyed the warm and safe feeling.


End Ch Five

To Be Continued - comments welcome; contact the author, Dwight Wilson, at
adm2780@yahoo.com.