Date: Wed, 27 Jun 2007 15:50:04 -0700 (PDT)
From: adm2780 <adm2780@yahoo.com>
Subject: Brads Idol Chapter Fifty-Seven

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This story contains descriptions of consensual sexual contact between
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NOTE: Special thanks to Greg for his time and efforts proof reading and
editing the chapters.  Greg's assistance contributes substantially to a
more enjoyable story.  If you like feel good stories, allow me to recommend
"Never Take Love For Granted".  It's written by a friend of mine and is
posted under Adult/Youth.

SPECIAL THANKS to Nickolas James for allowing me to use his story in this
chapter


Chapter Fifty-Seven: Brads Idol

That school week was no different than the week before, except I knew I
needed to finish reading my story and do a book report.  The report was due
the next Monday.  Most of the kids would finish over the weekend.  I
planned on spending my weekend with Donny at his grandparents.  That meant
my report had to be mostly done by the end of the week.

Uncle Ray had printed out five chapters for me to read.  The plan was to
read four chapters each day, which would let me finish on Wednesday.  Think
about it during the day on Thursday and write the report Thursday, after
school.  It was a good plan with a tight time line.  So, I asked Uncle Ray
to give me an extra chapter.  Even if I only read part of the extra
chapter, I'd be that much ahead.  I sat out on the chaise in my normal
cross-legged Indian style, enjoying the feel of the warm sun on my body.
Larry was inside playing the pinball machine, or so I thought, until the
front of the chaise dropped down.

"Lar.  What are you doin', man?  Don't fuck up my papers.  It'd take me too
much time to get 'em organized again."

"Ya know somethin', Brad.  I liked it better when we was in Ft. Pierce.  At
least down there you paid some attention to me and we did things together.
Since we been with Uncle Ray, you ignore me half the time."  He sounded
half pissed off and half sad.

"What are you talkin' about?  I do things with you and you spend a lot of
time with Ben.  What do ya want from me?"  I really didn't see where he had
any room to complain.  After all, he and Ben were together almost every
weekend, and then some; and I knew for certain they didn't just sit around
knitting a sweater.  "I thought I was bein' good by givin' you and Ben some
room to do . . . well, to do what you like ta do."

"If by 'what you like ta do' you mean havin' sex, yeah, we do that.  Have
you ever thought that maybe sometimes I want to do something besides fuck?
We used to go out on bikes.  Sometimes we just sat around and talked or
watched some television or a movie.  You know, sometimes I like to be held,
too.  When Uncle Ray settles down for the evening you always go straight to
his chair and cuddle up with him.  I've seen what you do sometimes, takin'
his hand and layin' it over your butt or chest and askin' him ta scratch
ya.  You ever think that maybe I'd like to have somebody be nice to me?"

I just sat there and looked at him and realized he was right, kind of.  All
boys like to have someone to hold them and show them special attention.
Every night I cuddled with Uncle Ray and he normally scratched my butt or
wherever I let him know I had an itch.  In Ft. Pierce, Larry and I shared a
room and, at least when we went to bed, he would spoon into me and I'd wrap
my arms around him and hold him.  I never realized it really meant that
much to him.  I put my papers down and shifted my weight.

"Where's that book you been readin'?" I asked.

"I finished it over the weekend; then I started readin' that story you
have.  I just haven't read as much and don't know where the chapters are."

"Go look in Uncle Ray's study and you'll find the ones I already finished.
Get what you want to read and then maybe come back out here and we can
share the chaise?"  My intent was to share with him and keep reading and he
needed to understand that.  "Notice that I just said share the chaise, not
fuck on the chaise, okay?  I really gotta get this finished."

While Larry was getting the chapters he wanted to read, I shifted my
position on the chaise.  I shifted to the side so I sat at an angle across
the seat and leaned into the back of the chair.  My legs were spread open
so that Larry would have his choice to either sit by me or between my legs.
If he sat between my legs and leaned against me it might be a little warm,
but I personally liked the feel of naked skin against naked skin,
especially when we were slick with sweat, pool water, or bath water.  Down
in Ft. Pierce, Larry and I used to sit like that in the living room
watching a movie before Laura or anyone else came home.  His naked body
against mine felt hot in more than one sense.

Larry came back with the papers and when he saw me he broke into a wicked
grin.  This was what he wanted and he liked the idea I was willing to give
it to him without him having to argue.  I kind of liked the idea too.  He
sat between my legs and leaned back into my chest with my package fitting
snuggly into the small of his back.  With his legs stretched out I placed
my right leg over his right leg and stretched it out; nice snug fit for
both of us.  I returned to my reading.

Every once in a while I moved my papers aside to look at Larry.  I couldn't
see over his shoulder well enough to tell what he was reading, but it was
definitely having an effect on his physical condition.  The more antsy he
became, the more he wiggled against my sensitive areas and created a
distraction that I was having trouble ignoring.  When Larry's wiggling got
to be too distracting, I made it a point to see what chapter he was
reading.  He was in chapter fourteen which meant he had just finished the
chapter where Kevin got his first kiss and had a wet dream.  In chapter
fourteen he went to bed with Mark and got his first blow-job.  No wonder
Larry was having a rough time.  I laughed to my-self and decided to play.

I allowed my arm to casually fall across Larry's chest with the thumb
landing at the top edge of his nipple.  After waiting a couple of minutes I
flicked the thumb lightly over his nipple.  Larry squirmed and let out a
slight whimper.  There was no doubt this kid was ready for anything and
needed to learn this was just a story.  When I looked down it looked as
though his favorite male part was going to explode from tension.  Putting
my feet on the ground, I slipped forward and pulled Larry into me.  He
didn't even think of resisting as he laid his head on my shoulder.  I blew
a light stream of air into his ear, followed by my tongue and then nibbled
the lobe.  Simultaneously, the fingers of one hand pinched and pulled at
his nipples while the other hand surrounded his whole package and squeezed
rhythmically.

While I continued to caress his ear and stimulate the nipples, he whimpered
and moaned.  I wondered if I whimpered that badly when Uncle Ray turned me
into his wet puppy.  I wondered if Larry enjoyed being treated like this as
much as I did.  I squeezed his package harder and increased the rhythm.
Almost too quickly, he arched his back and cried out his lust and pleasure
as his seed sprayed all over the chaise.  My little step- brother was one
hot and sex crazed boy.  Covered in sweat, he leaned into me while he
caught his breath.  Now, I was so hard it hurt.  When he caught his breath,
Larry turned over, dropped down and gave me a blow-job I bet Kevin would
have given his eye teeth for.  This time I was the whimpering puppy and
loved it.  After we cleaned the chaise off, we returned to our reading.

The reading routine was repeated on Tuesday and Wednesday.  The problem for
a teenager reading this kind of material is that it made you feel horny all
the time.  When I say the reading routine was repeated, I mean the whole
routine.  That was the most sex Larry and I had together since coming to
stay with Uncle Ray.  Of course, as a healthy young male, one release per
day didn't even come close.  Since Uncle Ray had a habit of usually waiting
till I fell asleep before he came to bed, I needed an alternative.  Larry
and I took more than one evening shower together, using all the hot water
and coming out feeling very satisfied.

I read the last chapter right after supper on Wednesday.  It was an
interesting ending and I wondered if the author was going to write more.
After all, he only covered a few months of a sex addicted gay boy's life.
There had to be more; but there wasn't.  In the long run I decided it was
best because I really didn't have time to read any more and get my report
done on time so I could spend my weekend with Donny.  When I finished I
found my warm spot next to Uncle Ray and just laid back.  His hand found my
head and he ran his fingers through my hair, making me relax.

"All finished?"

"Yeah.  Now I just gotta write it and I'm tryin' ta think of how to start
it."

"Do you know what you're going to put in the report?"  He spoke to me in
that soft, even voice he always used so I wouldn't feel panicky.  Trying to
figure out how to start the report was definitely strenuous.

"You said I should find four things that Kevin learned.  I shouldn't try to
give a summary of the story, which is a good thing.  I'd hate to try and
explain to the teacher, the principal and my dad why I was reading a gay
sex story."  He laughed some and I did too.  That would be an interesting
sight, but I was more than willing to pass on the opportunity.

"Am I allowed to give you just a couple of suggestions?"  I didn't think I
needed to answer that question and just looked at him. "First, think about
those four lessons Kevin learned.  There were more than four, but four
should be enough for this report.  Then, think about how you would explain
those lessons to someone.  The opening paragraph is the statement of those
lessons that acts as a road map for the paper.  Each paragraph after that
is an explanation of each lesson.  One more suggestion, relax and think
about it for a little bit and I'll bet the light in your head will suddenly
come on and it'll be easy from then on."

"Okay," I answered simply, thinking his suggestion wasn't much help right
then.  "What're you and Larry doin' this weekend?"

"I haven't made any particular plans.  I don't know what Larry wants to do.
He hasn't said anything."  We were speaking quietly to one another so Larry
couldn't hear us.

"I know what he wants.  He wants to stay here with you.  He wants to do
somethin' where it's just the two of you.  You know, like me and you do a
lot of the times.  There's one other thing he wants, too."  I waited to be
sure he was listening to me. "He wants you to fuck 'im.  Lar says Ben does
it to 'im just to get his rocks off.  He wants to know what it's like when
the person doin' ya cares how you feel or enjoy it."  Uncle Ray just looked
at me with that questioning look he gets and I let the subject drop.  The
look on my face probably told him I hadn't made up my mind about him doin'
Larry.  I also knew it really wasn't my decision, just like I had to choose
whether to let Donny have me.  I didn't lie.  Larry had said many times he
wanted Uncle Ray to do him the way he did me.  Larry just didn't understand
it was more than just physical.

We sat there a little while longer and then Uncle Ray told me I needed to
get lost for a few minutes so he could talk to Larry.  I didn't have any
choice except to shrug my shoulders and leave the room; but I didn't go
far.  I watched and heard Uncle Ray call Larry over to him.  Then he had
Larry sit next to him, almost in my spot.

"Do you have any special plans for this weekend or anything special you
want to do?"  Uncle Ray asked him.

"I don't have any plans but there's somethin' I wanted to ask you if we
could do, though."  Uh-oh, here it comes.  "Can we, me and you, go down to
the university and see the ball game?  Just the two of us?"

I don't know who was more surprised, me or Uncle Ray.  For some reason I
thought Larry would ask for something sexual.  After I thought about it, he
only asked for what we all need from time to time.  He just wanted some
one-on-one time with Uncle Ray.  He wanted someone to give their time and
attention to just him.  He wanted the same thing that I wanted all the time
and usually got.  My time was almost every night whenever I wanted it. I
already knew I wanted some time that night, and that it should be special,
and I would get it.  He just asked for a couple of days of being special.
I turned quietly and headed for the shower.

                                                           ****

It was about half way through the day, I was sitting in class thinking
about my paper instead of what the teacher was saying.  All of a sudden, it
hit me.  I knew what I wanted to say to start the paper.  As Uncle Ray
would say, 'the light came on'.  Before it dimmed, I pulled out a piece of
paper and a pencil, and started writing.

	Bodega Bay by Nickolas James is a story of learning and acceptance.
Kevin,
	a boy abused at the age of ten and whose abuse continued with his
mom's
	knowledge, runs away from home.  He felt the pain of his mom's
indifference,
	and the pain of his dad's rejection when he called out for help.
Found by a
	caring adult, he goes to live with his grandparents.  During the
next few months
	he learns that he cannot run from his problems.  He also learns to
accept people
	for all their good qualities and their flaws; including his mom and
dad.  In time
            he accepts friendship and learns what makes a real friend.  In
the end he must
            accept that he, too, can be flawed, but is accepted by those
who love him.

I had my roadmap.  I didn't have any idea what the history teacher said
that day, but I had my roadmap.  Now, all I needed to do was write the
supporting paragraphs.  I knew that I couldn't do too much in school.  If
any of the teachers got upset with me for doing my report in their class,
they could take my paper and trash it.  I did write a little more in class
and went through one of the longest school days ever.  When I got home and
was comfortable again, I parked my little butt in Uncle Ray's study and
finished the report.  Being really pleased with myself, I couldn't wait
till he got home to read it for me.

Larry and I were horsing around in the pool when Uncle Ray got home.  We
saw him step out onto the patio but were too busy chasing one another
through the pool and back to the diving board to do any more than call out
a passing 'Hi!' and a wave.  The next time I came up from a dive and made
it to the side of the pool, he was standing there waiting on me.

"Somehow, I'm guessing you figured out what to do with the book report?
You seem to be very happy right now."

"Yeah," I answered, excited.  "It came to me just like you said.  In the
middle of history class it just popped in my head and I started writing.  I
got some more done at school and then finished in your study.  It's on your
desk.  Can you read it for me? . . please?"

"I'll proof it for you.  However, you and Larry need to make a choice.  Do
I read and then fix supper, or do I fix supper and then read?"

"Supper, first!"  came two ravenous answers.  He laughed and shook his head
like he should have known better; he was right, he should have.  Uncle Ray
disappeared inside; Larry and I disappeared back under water.

After supper we sat in the family room.  Uncle Ray was in his big chair;
Larry and I sat on the floor leaning against the front of Uncle Ray's
chair.  Normally, I would be sitting in the chair with him, but I was too
nervous.  He read my report without ever changing his expression or saying
anything.  Finally, he finished.  I think it took him longer to read it
than it did for me to write it.

"I'd say it's worth maybe a 'B'.  What do you think?"

"A 'Beeee'," I protested.  "That's an A paper if ever."

"Well, maybe in the eighth grade.  For graduate school you'd have to write
more."  Then I saw him smile.  "Actually, my personal opinion is that it's
a very good paper.  Since you just wrote this, I suggest you put it in a
file folder and set it on the corner of the desk.  When you get back from
your trip, pull it out and read it again.  You'll be seeing it with fresh
eyes and can tell if it's what you want to turn in.  That's the way I
always did my papers and usually found that I could think of a little extra
something that helped me get a good grade.  Even if you don't add anything,
I still think it's a good paper."

"So I don't need to write it again now?"  Dad always made me redo them.  Of
course, my dad never gave me the guidance Uncle Ray did before I wrote this
one.  This was the first time for me to do what Uncle Ray called an
interpretive report and I was very pleased with myself.

When I returned to the family room I settled into my usual spot.  I was
half sitting and half reclining while I looked over at Larry and thought
about the upcoming weekend.  I tried to make a decision and figure out a
way to say it to Uncle Ray.  It wasn't like he needed my permission,
because he didn't.  I wanted to let him know that whatever happened this
weekend, I was okay with it . . .but, I still needed to think on it some.

"Hey, I know two boys that have school tomorrow.  I also know two boys that
smell like chlorine.  Does that suggest anything to anyone, particularly to
two boys I know?"  He always had this way of telling us it was bath time
and bed time and throwing in a backdoor insult.  When he said 'two boys',
that was my clue that we weren't getting in the tub together that night.

Larry and I did use the big shower.  Neither one of us said anything, we
just got in the shower together.  Without me saying anything, Larry started
soaping me down.

"Brad, thanks."  He looked down as he said it and I wasn't sure what he was
talking about.  "You know, for this week and all.  I really liked it when
we just laid around and read and stuff."

"Yeah, especially the stuff part, right?" I said teasing him.  "Lar, I
didn't mean to ignore you, I just thought that Ben . . . well, you know.
You and Ben I kinda thought of as an item and figured you didn't want to do
anything 'cept with him."

"Why?  You get horny during the week and so do I.  You have Uncle Ray and
all I had was a pillow.  I'm surprised ya'll didn't hear my bed squeakin'
as much as I've had ta hump that pillow.  You wouldn't believe how much
I've washed it so Uncle Ray didn't see what all I'd been doin' with it."
While he talked, Larry's body told me how he was feelin'.

Holding his shoulders, I backed him against the wall and bent over to tease
a nipple while my hands cupped his cheeks and pulled him into me.  Placing
one hand behind my head and the other rubbing my back, he began to whimper.
All week I had felt guilty for ignoring him.  Each day I tried to make up
for part of it.  Also, I knew that when I went to bed tonight, I wasn't
going to sleep right away.

Larry had a strange set of likes and dislikes.  He liked being submissive
and treated a little rough, but he liked a little tenderness mixed in.  I
suckled and tongued his nips till he was weak kneed and then bit each nip
hard enough to leave a mark.  When I bit him, he stood straight up and
tried to pull my head inside his chest.  Like I said, strange.  While I
nibbled, on hand left his cheek and wrapped his package; a slow squeezing
rhythm turned him into the whimpering puppy again.

The harsh spray of the shower felt good on my back.  However, I knew I
didn't have much time to take care of Larry and have him clean me out
properly for what I wanted.  Gradually, I worked my way down and licked my
way around his favorite toy; then I inhaled it in one quick breath.  As I
moved to the base quickly, my middle finger penetrated his canal and
searched for his magic spot.  When I found it, I didn't let up until he
squealed his delight and I had to help support him while he recovered.

When we dried off, if you can call it that, Larry ran in and said
good-night to Uncle Ray.  When he passed me in the hall he gave me a big
smile and a 'thumbs up' sign.  I straddled Uncle Ray's lap, locked my
fingers behind his neck and beamed what he always termed my mischievous
smile.

"Okay, I recognize that smile.  What's up, kiddo?"

I thought he could feel what was up poking him in the stomach.  I leaned
over and kissed him on the side of the neck before I answered.

"I've been real, real good this week while I got that book report done
before the weekend.  Right?"  He just stared at me.  "Well, I have.  Now, I
need some extra, extra special attention before I can go to sleep.  You
know, kinda like working the nervous tension out?"

"From the sounds I heard coming out of the shower I thought you'd be
thoroughly relaxed now." And he beamed his big smile at me.

"That wasn't me; that was Lar.  He got a little noisy, didn't he?  But, you
see, I didn't want to use up all the hot water so we got out while I was
still all tensed up and I thought that, maybe, you could help me with this
big problem I got." I leaned over and kissed him on the neck again and
whispered in his ear, "It's horny toad time."

He pulled me in tight and buried his fingers in my ribs, making me scream
out and told me, "you ever think of going into politics with that line of
bull you have?"

He carried me into the bedroom and laid me out on the bed.  I lay there
while he got a quick shower.  When he came back he came at me from the foot
of the bed and crept up on me on all fours.  This was going to be fun.
When I stretched my arms wide, ready to wrap them around his shoulders, he
suddenly pinned them down and plopped his legs over mine.  Pinned to the
bed, he went down on my already aching tool, causing me to gasp for breath
and arch my back.

"Ohhhh fffuuuuck! . . . ohhhhh gaaaahhhhd . . .mmmmmpppphhhh. . .not fair
. .not fair .  .mmmmmmppphhhh."

He didn't care if it was fair or not.  He started giving me a thorough
tongue bath all around my crotch.  He sucked my balls in and bounced them
around with his tongue.  If he hadn't been holding me down I would have
been bouncing all over the bed.  I went into an absolute and complete
sexual frenzy.  Every nerve in my body screamed lust and begged for him to
fuck me.  He didn't let up until I shot a hard, hard load that he sucked
out of me.  Instead of swallowing my gift, he slid up to me and shared the
prize.  When we both swallowed, I didn't want to let go.  I held on tight,
smothering him in kisses, licking his neck and sticking my tongue as deep
as I could into his ears.  I should have been slowing down after that
powerful orgasm, but my lust and energy continued to build.

While I held my death grip and went crazy tasting him, his fingers found my
crack and began that sensual tease that always made me climb the walls.  I
knew that most boys my age never had the opportunity to enjoy what I
experienced.  I wondered how they survived without it.  As he played with
my crack and teased my opening, I whimpered and gasped for air.  I bucked
my hips back trying to get him to play more and harder.  I really wanted to
feel him filling my insides.  While he turned me into his whimpering puppy,
I continued to tongue him and whispered over and over again in his ear,
begging him to fuck me and fuck me good.  This wasn't just loving sex I
wanted, this was animal lust I wanted satisfied.  When he asked me if I was
sure that's what I wanted, my answer was to try and impale myself on him.
Without warning, he grabbed me by the sides and flipped me on my back.
This was it and I was more than ready.  I bucked my hips up as he threw my
legs over his shoulders.

I expected to feel him penetrate me and he did, but with his tongue.  This
caused me to gasp again and every muscle in my body tensed.  My dick was
throbbing so badly, it hurt.  I should have known he wasn't going to take
me then, because he hadn't lubed me yet.  He ate at me like he was as much
starved for me as I was for him.  His fingers found my nips and he began to
squeeze and twist them.  I floated in a sexual cloud, no longer sure what
was happening, but enjoying the wave after wave of pleasure coursing
through me.

His finger entered my canal and I could feel the lube. He found my prostate
and went to work again as I whimpered and cried out my pleasure.  When did
that second finger enter me?  I didn't know and really didn't care; it felt
fantastic.  He removed my right leg from his shoulder and laid it on the
bed as he slid up next to me.  His left arm slid under my head and
supported me while I wrapped both arms around his neck.  With my face
buried in his neck, whimpering and gasping for all I was worth, his fingers
did their job and I shot my second, or was it my third, load.  While I
panted, he moved back down, placed my leg back over his shoulder and
removed his fingers.  I looked down at him as he positioned himself.  With
both hands firmly gripping my hips, he slid in and bent over me.

"Do you think the mad lust is satisfied?  Can I have my boy back now that I
love so much?"  I looked in his eyes and tears ran from mine.  There was
always a special bond between us, but that night it was extra strong.  I
thought I wanted animal sex, but he remembered I really liked being
pampered, not just fucked.  It was good, real good, but now it was better.

He moved his arms so my legs slipped off his shoulders; I locked them
behind his back.  He lifted me up and held me close as he moved slowly in
and out, in and out, in and out.  Sitting back on his ankles, he moved me
so we were both at a forty-five degree angle to the bed.  Hands on my
sides, he moved me up and down.  I went limp and let my arms fall back and
to the sides.  I was in another world of sexual ecstasy, but this one was
much calmer, peaceful.  He stroked my insides and across my prostate.
Would I be sore?  I didn't care. My focus was only on what I was feeling
now.  He coaxed another load out of me and as I whimpered I felt him fill
me.

As he lay me down he pulled my right leg from around his back.  He rolled
me to my left side, never coming out.  He knew I really enjoyed it when he
stayed in me afterwards, and he did.  Maneuvering his way behind me, his
arm wrapped around my chest and pulled me in close.

"Uncle Ray. . . you know if . . ." and I was asleep.

End Chapter Fifty-Seven

To Be Continued: comments welcome; contact Dwight Wilson at
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