Date: Wed, 9 May 2007 15:52:35 -0700 (PDT)
From: adm2780 <adm2780@yahoo.com>
Subject: Brads Idol  Chapter Fifty

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Chapter Fifty: Brad's Idol

We were told that Labor Day weekend would be good and that if we were 'good
little boys' we might find some fun things coming our way.  Interesting how
one can interpret 'fun things' and 'good little boys', but, knowing Uncle
Ray, I knew he and I didn't always share the same meanings.  We saw, or I
least I saw, the same guys I'd met during the summer or during that first
week of school, including Donald, who lived a couple of streets over.  We
had two classes together and rode the same bus.

Donald asked me if I wanted to hang some over the weekend and I was kind of
interested, but explained to him the rents were coming for the weekend and
said we could try for the following weekend.  When he asked, I wanted to
but I didn't want to.  If he came to Uncle Ray's that meant having to
change the way we did things when we got home.  We didn't need anybody
running around telling the whole school we always turned Uncle Ray's house
into a nudist camp for oversexed boys.  There was also the rule about
asking Uncle Ray before letting anyone come in the house.  He wanted to be
sure they would treat his game toys right and not abuse them, especially
the pool table.

When we got home on Friday there was a basketball sitting on the end of the
breakfast bar.  I asked Larry if he put it there and he didn't know
anything about it.  I started to call Uncle Ray and then started thinking.
If I didn't put it there and Larry didn't put it there, there was only one
person who could have: but why?  It only took a minute for the burned out
brain to figure it out and I walked out back.  There, at the back end of
the driveway, was a brand new basketball hoop that wasn't there this
morning.  Fun thing number one.

Larry and I were still in our school clothes which we knew we weren't
supposed to play in, so we stripped.  We each shot a few practice shots and
decided to get into a game of reverse strip basketball.  The rules on this
game were a little different than most strip games.  Who wants to play till
one of you has eleven or even seven points to declare who won the round?
By the time the game was finished you'd be too tired to enjoy the victory.
In this game you play and anytime one player gets two baskets up on his
opponent, the losing opponent has to put on one piece of clothing.  First
one to get fully dressed has to do what the other wants, including hand
jobs, blow jobs, self masturbation, or whatever other kinky thing we could
think up.

Larry always lost and my favorite thing to make him do was stay dressed and
forbid him to touch his package until the next morning.  In the meantime,
I'd walk around and play with myself making sure he could see me.
Sometimes I made him sit in the chair and watch me.  Over time, I'd also
been known to get some real nice baths out of the game.  There definitely
are benefits to being a tad bit older and more athletic.  Don't get me
wrong though, sometimes I screwed up and he would win one, but not often
unless I was real horny.  Larry's choice was always for me to have sex with
him; my butt was off limits.

My prize for winning started out with me lying face down on the chaise and
Larry giving me a full massage.  He sat on my butt while he worked on my
shoulders and back.  After the back was done I rolled over so he could take
care of the front.  The rules, at least mine, said he had to pay lots of
attention to the nipples, massage everything, but the personal stick toy
was off limits.  This was a nice way to get heated up.

Uncle Ray came home and found Larry fully clothed, sitting on my legs, bent
over massaging each nipple with a thumb and sort of rubbing his crotch up
and down the bottom side of my favorite toy.  Uncle Ray's expression was
more than a little incredulous and his mind was processing something around
'what are you two up to now?'

"Somehow, I don't think I really want to ask you two what's going on here."
At which point Larry tried to explain the game and rules but they seemed to
be beyond Uncle Ray's understanding.  There was something we all did
understand though.

"Larry, I was planning on all of us going out for some barbeque, however,
it seems only you and I are appropriately dressed.  Shall we go?"

"Stop!  Uncle Ray! You can't do that.  Gimme a chance to dress and I gotta
get clean," I hollered to him as he walked away.

"Bus is pulling out, kid.  Think fast."  I knew he'd leave me too.

I dove into the pool, surfacing on the other side about half way to the
deep end.  That was the shower to get clean.  The towel made a quick run
down the front and then down the back.  Skipping the underwear and socks, I
pulled the jeans on, grabbed my shoes and shirt, and shook my head like a
shaggy dog while running towards the car.  He was half way down the
driveway when I caught up to them.  Of course, he wasn't backing up very
fast either.

"Better zip up, kid, and be careful."

"You were gonna leave me!" I exclaimed.

"Maybe, but we didn't, did we?"  Just for that I shook my head again and
water went flying.  Larry had a good time and Uncle Ray just grabbed a
handful of hair to stop me.

"Finish getting dressed or they won't let you in the restaurant.  Remember
what I said, too.  Be careful zipping up or it could hurt, bad."

"Really?" I answered, with a note of sarcasm. "If I hurt it will you nurse
it for me?"  I knew that could be interpreted more than one way.  Larry
liked it.  Uncle Ray gave me his 'I don't believe you' look and I shut up.

When we got to the restaurant Larry and I ordered cokes while he had beer.
He ordered the usual feast for four even though there were only three of
us.  Uncle Ray said Larry and I were at an age where it was cheaper to feed
us in bulk.  He was probably right since we rarely left anything on the
plate.

"Uncle Ray, when are the 'rents due in?" I asked.

"Your parents will be here sometime tonight.  Kathy said they'd call when
they were leaving Ft. Pierce which means you can look for them about four
hours later."  I just looked at him and grinned.  He looked at me and knew
I had plans.  He didn't know just how horned up I was.

"I figured when we get home we could play in the pool for just a few
minutes and then get cleaned up," I stated very calmly as though we all
thought the same thing.

"Why get cleaned up so early?" Larry asked and then got that 'ohhhhhh'
expression when the light came on in his brain.

When we got back home I picked up the clothes I'd left outside and then
stripped again.  We all did, and hit the pool.  We weren't in the pool very
long when nature called about supper.  That was the signal to begin getting
clean for the rest of the evening's plans.  I took Uncle Ray by the hand
and pulled him.  He didn't resist which told me he knew what I was thinking
and was ready to play.  There was other physical evidence we were thinking
the same, too.

After a fairly short shower he got out while I finished getting ready, with
Larry's help.  This night required two flushings after all I'd eaten.
After the flushing came a good lube job.  Larry's fingers didn't have the
talent of Uncle Ray's but still felt pretty good.  He really did a job on
me after we played ball, plus I had to be good most of the past couple of
days because of school.  Now the rents were coming which meant I had to be
good most of the weekend.  I was sleeping in the extra bed in Larry's room
this weekend while Dad and Kathy got my room, at least what was supposed to
be my room.  I was hot, horny and ready!

When I got to the family room, Uncle Ray was sitting in his big chair with
the ottoman pushed out of the way and a blanket on the floor.  He was as
ready as me and I didn't waste any time.  I climbed into his lap, grabbed
two handfuls of hair and dove right into him.  I was sexed up more than
usual and wanted him; no, I needed him.  He began pinching my nips while my
tongue explored his ear canal and I nibbled his lobes.  Slobbering my way
around his neck, I couldn't wait anymore and pulled off to put my nipples
against his lips.  He sucked and chewed hard enough to make me moan and cry
out my pleasure while his finger played inside my crack.  While one hand
played with my crack, the other hand dragged fingernails down my back and
over my cheeks pushing me into my own world of sensual pleasures.

The moans and cries and panting signaled my readiness to get down to some
real raw sex.  I didn't want to be pampered tonight, but I wasn't being the
slut either.  I just wanted him to set my body on fire and let me enjoy it.
He knew what I wanted and was pushing me there but holding me back, teasing
me, at the same time.  I could feel the head press against his skin and
tried humping; he held my hips to keep me still and make me whine for more.
Somewhere during my whining I began to beg him to fuck me; he made me wait
and beg for more.  When he pulled me down to his lap and held me close, he
whispered in my ear.

"Do you know you have an audience?  Are you being fair to him?"

While Uncle Ray talked to me he had my balls in the palm of his hand
massaging them while his fingers played at the entrance to my treasure.  I
was in record heat and he wanted me to consider whether I was being fair to
Larry?  While I was trying to think, my head lay on his shoulder while I
moaned and whined my pleasures.  I tried to wiggle my butt so his fingers
would go in deeper.  Finally, he inserted two fingers and started
stretching me, getting me ready for what I really wanted.  I rolled my head
to speak in his ear.

"I'll take care of him when you have me on the floor; just hurry, please?"
I pleaded, realizing that I was now sweating and so was Uncle Ray.

I began licking the sweat off his neck and chest, pausing to nurse a little
while he continued to loosen me.  Soon he lifted me up a little and told me
to spread my cheeks.  Usually he laid me on the floor to enter me, this
time I was going to sit on him; I loved it.  When he started, I
deliberately took over and pushed myself down, hard and fast.  It hurt, but
it was the greatest hurt I'd ever felt.  It startled him and he tried to
stop me, but it was too late.  He must have seen the pain on my face, but
it quickly turned to pure pleasure.  I buried my face in his neck and let
him know it was fantastic and I was ready for a hard ride.

Sliding onto the floor, he kept me in his lap and buried and deep as he
could go.  Instead of him pumping his hips, he grabbed my hips and began
moving me in a circular motion and then back and forth.  I started
hollering and bouncing off the floor as he tortured my magic spot.

"AAAHHHHHHH!  . . . AAAAAHHHHHHHH FUCK!!! . . . OOOOOOHHHH .  .OOOHHHH
. .OOOOOHHHHH . .MMMMPPPHHHH!! . . . Oh Gaaahhhhddd, yes!"

He settled me down in his lap again and motioned for Larry to come over.

"Larry, your brother's being a little loud tonight.  When little ones cry
out like that we give them a pacifier to keep them quiet.  Think you might
have a pacifier for Brad?"  Uncle Ray was telling Larry to stuff my mouth.
He had to be kidding!  He wasn't.

Larry straddled my head and looked to Uncle Ray for direction.  I felt
Larry's hand around my dick.  He just squeezed me gently as I felt Uncle
Ray take my hips and began the fantastic, tortuous rotation again.  I
started hollering again and Uncle Ray told Larry to get me quiet.  Larry
sat on my face with his sac right over my nose.  Then I realized it wasn't
Larry's hand holding me; he was giving me a blow job!  I reciprocated.  The
cries of pleasure continued and when Larry started moaning and, when I felt
the vibrations on my dick, I realized my cries of pleasure must be giving
him pleasure.

Uncle Ray began to piston in and out of me and I used my legs, wrapped
around him, to pull myself into him.  We did it this way a lot; it was my
favorite unless I wanted to be pampered, which I didn't that night.  The
harder Uncle Ray pounded my butt, the more Larry sucked on me and the more
energy I put into taking care of Larry.  Normally, I didn't like three-ways
because I didn't want to be a slut, but this one was good and I didn't feel
slutty.  I was overdosed on horny.

When I felt myself getting close, I tried to let Larry know but he held on.
When I began to shoot, he clamped down harder and sucked harder.  It felt
like he was trying to pull the twins out through my little pee hole ^Ö
unreal!  Before I finished I felt him try to pull off me and knew what was
about to happen.  Wrapping both arms around him, he wasn't going anywhere
and I milked him as hard as he milked me.  Uncle Ray stopped pumping me
while both Larry and I finished our orgasms and then I heard him tell Larry
not to let go and he started pumping into me again.  If Larry hadn't been
on top of me I would have bounced to the ceiling.  Uncle Ray pumped harder
and faster, each stroke hitting my magic spot and driving me wild.
Somehow, Larry and I both worked up another load and had another orgasm,
sending Uncle Ray over the edge.  I could feel him filling my insides and I
loved it.

When it was over, Larry got off me and lay to my side.  Uncle Ray picked me
up and held me tight while I tried to stop my head from swimming in
circles.  He spoke softly in my ear.

"How's my boy?  Are you alright?"  He knew how much I enjoyed hearing him
call me that ^Ö 'my boy'.

"Yeah, I'm good.  Actually, that was unreal.  How long were we doin' it?  I
feel like we must've been goin' at it all night."

"It wasn't all night, but I think it was long enough.  I want you to
understand something.  I want to see you enjoy yourself, and if the sounds
you made were any indication, you definitely did.  But, I still like to
hold and pamper my boy."

"Uncle Ray?  You can hold me, pamper me and love me anytime you want.  I
like it too."  He kissed me on the forehead.

"Larry, why don't you go turn the shower on and the three of can get
cleaned up.  You boys need to put on some boxers, too."

He lifted me up, pulling out of me as he did.  As he carried me to the
shower I wrapped my arms around his neck and told him I loved him.  He
squeezed me tight and gave me another light kiss on the forehead.

                                                                ***

Dad and Kathy got in a little late on Friday night and I understood why
when I saw the car.  They had a trailer hooked up to it.  They got in so
late that Larry and I fell asleep on the sofa.  Uncle Ray must have put us
in the bed.  We found out later that they came into our room to see us and
tucked us in.  When we found out, Larry and I were glad we were good and
did what Uncle Ray told us, about the boxers.  We had to wait for them to
get up to find out what was in the trailer.

As soon as they got up Larry and I started badgering them about what was in
the trailer.  Dad decided to play his games and kept telling us we'd find
out in good time; that meant when he was ready to tell us.  It didn't take
a rocket scientist to figure out Kathy was the easy touch.  Before
breakfast, we had our own bikes and skateboards.  Kathy told us Uncle Ray
had called earlier in the week and asked that they be brought up.  He
thought we needed them to get around and socialize with our friends.  Uncle
Ray was a good thinker.

We all spent Saturday riding around looking at the different neighborhoods.
Of course, Larry and I made sure we got to the school so they could see how
nice it was.  The two of us got into a competition over who could tell them
the most about the school, the classes, teachers and kids we'd met.  We
rode around to the back of the school and some of the guys were playing
b-ball.  I recognized a couple of the guys from the first time I was there
and Donald was playing, also.  He saw me and waved, sort of motioning for
us to come over.  At least I thought that's what he did.  When we got close
I got a big surprise.

"Heeyyy, Mr. Ray.  How ya doin'?" Donald was talking to Uncle Ray.  How did
he know my Uncle Ray?

"Hey, Donny.  What's up, kid?  Your dad here with you?"

"No, sir.  He says he's too old and out of shape for this place.  He likes
to play only if he can hide behind the fence."  This seemed to be an inside
joke the two of them were enjoying.  I just watched, stunned and puzzled.
Uncle Ray finally saw my expression and said something to clear the
mystery.

"Brad, when you said you met a kid named Donald, I had no idea it was
Donny, here.  His dad is the electrical contractor that worked on the
apartments for us this summer.  He's also a real estate investor that I do
a lot of closings for.  I've known Donny since shortly after finishing
college."  All I could do was stand there, shrug my shoulders and look
dumb; but everybody else had a good laugh.

"Donny, I was hoping to arrange for you and Brad to meet; I thought you'd
hit it off.  I'll assume you've met Larry, and this is their parents.  They
plan on moving up here and we're riding around, looking at houses.  Know
any available?"

"Mr. Ray, Brad told me he was stayin' with his uncle for a while, but I had
no idea it was you.  There's a couple places in The Sailmaker.  I know
one's for sale and I think the other one's just for rent."  Donny was
talking now like he and Uncle Ray were old friends and, in a way, I guess
they were.

"Good, we'll take a look.  Listen, if you don't have any plans for Monday,
why don't you come over around noon or so.  We're cooking out before the
boys' parents have to head back south.  You know where the house is, and
bring your regular swim suit."

"My regular suit?  You sure?"  Uncle Ray nodded and I didn't understand why
that seemed to be so puzzling to Donald, or Donny, or whatever they called
him.  Thing is, I kinda liked him.  He had a nice smile and was real
friendly all the time.

"You still got the games in the front room?"  Uncle Ray nodded.  "I'll be
there.  Nice to meet you." He said, turning to the 'rents. "See ya Brad."

"Yo, man." I replied, still dumbfounded.

The subdivision Donald, or Donny, was talking about was just up the road
from Uncle Ray's.  We rode around some more on the bikes and eventually
wound up in The Sailmaker.  There were two houses for sale and one for
rent.  Dad and Kathy stopped and looked around the houses for sale; one was
empty, so no problem.  We then rode back over to the house that was for
rent.  Uncle Ray was saying something to them about renting for a year
until they learned the area and decided what was best for them.  Me, as
long as we were near Uncle Ray, I was happy.

The house was occupied but the people said we could walk around the yard.
The first thing I noticed was that the yard was a lot bigger than the one
we had in Ft. Pierce; that meant more yard work for me and Larry.  Larry
laughed when he said I could probably count on doing one other yard nearby,
too.  I knew he meant Uncle Ray's and I hadn't thought about that
possibility.  I decided not to bring the subject up; maybe they wouldn't
think about it.  Another thing I noticed about the yard, no pool.  That
item was covered, too.  Dad got the realtor's number, called and set up an
appointment for the next afternoon.

The rest of the afternoon was spent at Uncle Ray's with lots of time in the
pool.  We had the right combination for some fun.  Larry and I decided a
game of chicken in the pool would be good.  We had the adults to carry us
and do most of the work.  Being a little older, more athletic and stronger
than Larry, it was pretty much a foregone conclusion who would get dunked,
but he was accustomed to it.

I rode Dad's shoulders while Larry was on Uncle Ray.  That meant I got to
dunk Uncle Ray, too.  What Larry and I didn't count on was Dad and Uncle
Ray ignoring us and trying to throw one another off balance.  Larry and I
had to hold on for life.  It was loads of fun.  We all went under lots and
had a great time.

That night we went to a place called George's.  It was a local ice cream
place that Uncle Ray had taken me to a couple of times.  They had this
sundae called an "Idiot's Delite" that had ten scoops of different flavors
of ice cream and every topping you could think of, swimming in chocolate
syrup, whip cream and cherries.  If you could eat the whole thing you got a
free one on your birthday each year.  There was also a certain amount of
status that went with eating it all.  Larry and I were up to the challenge.
I couldn't believe what happened.  A little over half way through mine, I
was ready to puke.  This thing was so sweet and slimy it was almost gross.
Larry ate all of his and finished mine.  The big question was, where did
skinny-minny put it all?

Before Sunday was over, we knew where we were going to be living.  We were
within walking distance of Uncle Ray, the same school and could be with the
same friends.  The trick was going to be exactly when.  The current renters
had the place till the end of October but planned on leaving around
mid-month.  Dad and Kathy told them that was fine.  We would take it when
they left and pay for the time they weren't there.  Dad said something
about prorating the rent but I didn't know what that meant at the time.
The rest of the conversation that day was around the new house, moving,
when, whether Uncle Ray could tolerate the two 'brats,' as someone put it,
and a bunch of other stuff Larry and I didn't care about.

Dad and Uncle Ray headed to the grocery for steaks to grill and supplies
for the impromptu cookout Donny was coming over for.  Larry decided he
wanted to invite Ben.  Uncle Ray said it was alright so long as Ben could
stay over Monday night.  Since we all went to the same school there
wouldn't be any hassles getting there and he'd take his normal bus home.
When Larry wanted Ben to come over Sunday night Uncle Ray squelched that
idea and said we needed to spend time with our parents because they didn't
get much alone time with us.  After dinner that night, Dad and Kathy took
us to a movie and Uncle Ray stayed behind.  When I gave him a pleading look
he said this was my dad's time and I needed to give him consideration.

Ben's mom dropped him off around mid-morning.  That was good timing
considering Larry slept in that day.  Donny called a few minutes later and
asked what time he should come over.  I told him that everyone was up and
anytime would be good.  I also let him know that I thought it'd be good to
get a little one-on-one b-ball in before lunch.  We could swim or play some
pool after lunch when it was hot outside.  Donny came over within a half
hour and we did get our one-on-one game going.

He was a little bigger than me, and quite honestly, a little better at the
game, but that didn't slow me down any.  The adults sat around watching us
and then decided to join in.  It was Dad and me against Donny and Uncle
Ray.  Dad and Uncle Ray decided to go rough and didn't mind bumping one
another hard enough to knock the other one out of the way.  This wasn't
exactly going by the normal rules, but, then again, those two rarely did.
Before it was over, Ben and Larry were also playing and Kathy was doing all
the work for the cookout.  She was, at least, until she called Dad and
Uncle Ray over to help.  The younger guys, who mostly followed the rules,
had control again.

When it was time for lunch, there were four shirtless, sweaty and smelly
boys that were very hungry.  Uncle Ray told us to just take a quick dive in
the pool to clean off.  He said we wouldn't melt and the sun would dry us
out sooner or later.  We kicked our shoes off and just dove in wearing our
cutoffs.  After lunch we helped empty the rest of the stuff dad had in the
trailer.  Uncle Ray was storing some things like the bikes and my old trail
bike that I refused to give up.  It wasn't long before Dad and Kathy headed
back south.

It felt good to have my dad there.  In the beginning I wasn't sure I was
happy with him messing with our other way of doing things, but it wasn't
really a big deal.  After all, we were accustomed to wearing clothes back
home and knew the day would soon come where we had to get used to it again.
I was glad I teamed with him for some of the stuff we did and realized
Uncle Ray made sure it worked out that way.  As he gave me that last hug
before getting in the car, I realized how much I had missed him.  Something
Uncle Ray said before came to mind; how much dad showed he loved me by
letting me be away.  My dad always acted super macho, but that day he did
have a little tear in his eye as he left me.  He could deny it till the day
he died, but I saw it.

"Okay, guys, time to head back in." Uncle Ray announced. "You can play
ball, play on the machines, swim or whatever.  If you swim, you may want to
put on your suits."

"Uncle Ray, we've already been swimmin' in our shorts.  Why not stay like
this?" I asked. "Besides, Donny didn't bring a suit."

"Yeah I did." Donny spoke up. "I'm wearin' it under the shorts."

"Besides, Bradley," Interesting. Uncle Ray rarely called me by my full name
so I knew something was going on, "You are old enough to understand that
wet underwear leads to chafing, better known as big boy's diaper rash.  You
can wear your shorts you like at the beach if you want."  I knew what he
meant and smiled as I headed in to change.

"Ray, do you mind if I put these shorts in your dryer for a few minutes?"
Donny asked and, of course, Uncle Ray didn't mind.

Since Donny was wearing his suit under his shorts I figured he'd change or
whatever in the laundry room.  I headed to my room to get my jogging shorts
that I'd cut the seat out of.  These shorts were also pretty much see
through when they got wet and I thought it would be real funny to see the
look on Donny's face when I climbed out of the pool.  Of course, because of
my special alterations, he'd see most of my butt anyway.

I had to be the most gullible kid on the face of the earth.  I pranced
outside to show off my shorts, and my butt, and got the surprise of them
all.  Donny was outside with Uncle Ray, waiting on me, and he was stark
naked.  I would have dropped my teeth if I'd had dentures.  Uncle Ray,
Donny and the other two started laughing like crazy while I stood there
staring at what had to be one of the most beautiful boys or bodies or
whatever I'd ever seen.  This guy was walking around like it was nothing to
be prancing around naked in front of strangers.

"Come'ere, Brad."  Uncle Ray called me over and wrapped an arm around my
shoulder.  "Donny told you he was wearing his suit under the shorts.  He
just didn't mention it was his birthday suit."

"But, Uncle Ray, you said you didn't want anybody over here skinny dippin',
and . . ."

"Brad, Donny and his dad have been over here a number of times, skinny
dipping as you put it.  Look at Donny and tell me what else you notice."  I
gulped.

"He's got a great body." I realized then that I was reacting in a very
embarrassing way to what I was seeing.  "He doesn't have any tan lines!"  I
exclaimed.

"Donny's grandparents are part owners of a nudist resort in the central
part of the state.  He spends as much time naked as you do.  He also knows
not to talk about it outside certain places.  Get my message?"

"Yeah," I said simply, while losing my shorts and tossing them to Uncle
Ray.

I was getting hard and had to jump in the pool to settle down.  Uncle Ray
left us for the rest of the afternoon while four naked boys played and had
a great time.  Donny had leftovers with us before heading home, dressed.
He invited me to go visit his grandparents next time they went and Uncle
Ray said it was a deal.  Wow!  I could hardly wait.

Soon after Donny went home, Ben and Larry headed for the shower and then
bed.  Everyone knew they weren't going to sleep right away, but I didn't
plan on that either.  I took Uncle Ray by the hand and asked him to come
with me, turning the lights out as we went.

After a warm shower, brief, but not rushed, I told Uncle Ray I'd be in the
bedroom in a minute.  I wanted to get my special area clean for him.
During the afternoon I had thought about the weekend and could see where he
had taken the time to make sure my dad and I had time together, plus he
made sure I had the chance to make a new good friend.  I wanted to show him
I loved him and do something special for him.

I lay on top of him with my head on his chest, listening to him breathe and
his heart beat.  He felt warm and fuzzy, comfy.  As I lay there, I thought
about how much I really loved him and how little I told him or showed him
what he meant to me.  Somehow, I was willing to bet he knew, but I wanted
to pamper him that night.  Pulling myself up higher on him, I kissed his
forehead and worked my way around till I found his ear.  My tongue in his
ear always drove him nuts and I spent plenty of time there.  I enjoyed
hearing him take sharp breaths and squeezing me tight.

His nipples were soft and sweet.  Tonight they felt better and tasted
sweeter than normal.  I caressed them with my tongue over and over again
before nibbling and feeling him arch his back.  Slowly, deliberately, I
worked my way down till I was at his groin and then worked around his
package, teasing him.  He was worked up and I knew it.  He enjoyed what I
did and I enjoyed knowing that.  After thoroughly bathing the twins and his
tool he grabbed me and turned me upside down.  We were in one of our
favorite positions for mutual pleasure.  He was gentle and loving; I did my
best to reciprocate.

He tongued me till I squirmed and whimpered.  This was the night I wanted
to please him and he turned me into his whimpering puppy.  I was his boy,
his boy to do with as he pleased, and I loved it.  I couldn't imagine
things being any other way as I squirmed under his tongue and teasing
fingers.  I did keep control of one pleasure I wanted to give him.

When the time was right I lubed myself and his pole.  Normally I lay on the
bed while he entered me.  Tonight, he would lie on the bed while I lowered
myself on him and I rode the pony.  I would be in full control.  I rode the
pony, gently and used my muscles to make him plead for release.  There was
no screaming or hollering out our pleasures.  The only sounds were sharp
breaths through clenched teeth and the whimpers generated by ecstasy.

The ride was up and down, around, and back and forth.  New heights were
reached when his tool crossed my magic spot.  It was a long, gentle, loving
ride that caused us both to experience tremendous orgasms.  We both
experienced more than one release.  It was long enough for him to become my
big puppy.  My pleasure came partially from watching him relax and enjoy
the pleasures I gave him.  When it was over I was pleasantly exhausted and
lay on him in a puddle of my juices, still feeling his fullness.  As I
drifted off to sleep, he ran his fingers through my hair and told me how
much he loved his boy.  I felt warm and contented.

End Ch Fifty

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