Date: Sat, 7 Jul 2007 10:36:11 -0700 (PDT)
From: adm2780 <adm2780@yahoo.com>
Subject: Brads Idol Chapter Fifty-Eight

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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.


Chapter Fifty-Eight: Brad's Idol

Pony loped along so slowly that his attitude let it be known he really
didn't want to be out walking but would do it if Donny insisted.  Right
after breakfast, Donny and I hurried over to the barn to get Pony and go
for a ride.  I remembered our last ride and really wanted this one.

Late September in Florida is still more like summer than fall, especially
in the central and southern portions of the state.  This day was typical
for that time of year.  There was a little humidity; just enough to help
you sweat a little.  It wasn't real hot, but it was nice and warm.
Overall, it was a good day to be riding Pony with a friend and a good day
to enjoy being naked.

Like our last ride, Donny helped me up on Pony and then sat behind me.  We
had a blanket over Pony's back, but no saddle.  As we rode along I was kind
of lulled into a very relaxed mood and gradually sank back till I was
leaning against Donny.  His left arm was wrapped around my chest and hung
to my stomach.  His right leg rested over my right leg.  He held the reins
in his right hand that rested on top of my thigh and slid a little bit to
the inside.  Occasionally, I felt his fingertips tickle the inside of my
leg, sending chills through me.  This is how life was meant to be.  Then I
realized I had a slight problem.

We were up early that morning.  Nancy didn't come with us this trip, which
I found both disappointing and settling.  I didn't have to worry about
embarrassing myself in front of her when I looked at her boobs.  Donny's
sister was there, but we ignored her.  One of the things that bothered me
was Donny's mom.  She was a nice lady and I thought she had a nice figure
for someone that I knew had to be as old as Uncle Ray.  I almost told Donny
his mom was pretty, but decided that it didn't sound quite right.  She
fixed a big breakfast for us that morning; she claimed growing boys needed
the fuel.  That breakfast, especially the four slices of greasy bacon, was
the source of my current problem.

"Donny, where we goin'?"

"Just up ahead a little bit.  There's a private swimmin' hole with a small
beach.  I always liked swimmin' there.  It's far enough away that most of
the kids don't come.  I like the quiet and bein' alone.  That alright with
you?"

"Yeah, sounds nice.  I was hopin' we'd have some time, just you and me,
without the other guys.  Don't get me wrong, or anythin', they're cool, I'm
just not too sure I'm ready to play some of their games."

"They can get a little wild.  Remember, they been playin' games since we
were all real little.  Most of us grew up playin' sex games, so it don't
mean anythin' to us.  Sometimes, they can get a little rough, though.
Right now, I just liked the idea of it bein' us."

"I like that too.  Donny?  I gotta ask ya somethin'; I got a problem."
Donny squeezed me a little and gave me a look like he was waiting for me to
tell him my problem.  I knew what the problem was but I was a little
embarrassed to ask.  Finally, I took a deep breath, let out a little, and
asked.

"What do ya do when you're way out here and ya gotta take a dump?  That
breakfast is doin' a job on me, man."  He looked at me and then started
laughing.  I didn't think it was all that funny and if he didn't give me
some quick advice, he wouldn't think so either.

"I'm sorry, man.  I didn't mean to be laughin' at you.  I just never
expected that to be the problem; you caught me by surprise.  We do it
Indian style."  I just looked at him.  "Dig a hole with your hands.  Get
down on your knees with your legs spread, sit on your ankles and do what ya
gotta do.  When the job is completed, fill the hole back in with the dirt
you dug out."

"What about the paper work?"

"Find a clump of grass, a big leaf or a smooth rock.  If none of those are
available, use the creek to clean up.  Where we're goin', the swimmin' hole
will work fine if you can't find anything else.  I've done it there more
than once.  There's some palmettos you can go behind for privacy."

Soon, we were at the swimmin' hole and it was necessary for me to make a
quick trip behind the bushes.  I did like he said and it felt kind of
weird, but exciting at the same time.  I'd never done it in the open
before.  Take a leak, yes; a dump, never.  While I was down near the ground
I kept looking to make sure there wasn't any ants, little spiders or other
crawling things going where they didn't need to go.  I was in too much of a
rush to look for grass or a leaf, much less a rock, so I headed for the
creek when the time was right.

As I stepped around the palmetto bush I saw Donny and stopped.  He had
spread the blanket out on the ground.  He squatted down so he was balanced
on the ball of his feet and sat partially on his heels.  His body arched in
a crescent shape with his arms dangling over his knees; he stared at the
water.  The sun shone down on him so it highlighted his facial features.
The wings on his back stood out prominently, the shadow of each rib let you
see the muscular definition and lack of fat in his body.  His face was
serene.  He looked just plain hot.

I was careful to sneak up on him, pushed him over and made a run for the
water.  When I hit the water I heard myself scream out and if I could have
climbed an invisible ladder, I'd been with Jack's giant in no time flat.
That water was COLD!  Donny splashed in right behind me and when he saw
that my lips were probably turning blue, he showed no mercy.  He dunked me
and when I came up he started splashing.

"That's what happens to newbies that don't listen and then push me over.  I
told ya the water was spring fed.  Spring water is cold, cold, cold.  Of
course, you did hit it the right way. You just run in and get it over with.
When ya get used to it we can get out and swing on the rope hanging from
the limb above ya."  I looked up and spotted this huge old oak tree with
its limbs stretched over the water.  There was a big rope that hung to
within about ten feet of the water.

"Who hung that there?"

"Don't know.  Everybody just remembers it bein' there.  I asked my grandpa
about it and he said he just came out here and found it one day.  Can you
imagine what it must've been like to climb that big ol' fuckin' tree and
then shinny out on that limb?  All I know for certain is that it wasn't
me."

"How do ya get to it?  It's too high for us to reach."

"There's a lot smaller rope tied to it that runs over to the tree.  Grab
the small rope, pull the big one over and go for it.  When who-ever's
swimmin' is finished, they just tie the small rope back around the tree.
C'mon, let's got for it!"

We swung on that rope so many times we lost count.  We did the mandatory
Tarzan yells and a few others, including trying to sound like Chita.  My
favorite was to swing out and kick my legs up so I dove in head first.  No
matter how many times we did it, though, the water was still cold.  After
we'd been diving' for a while, Donny said he had to sit in the sun.

"Man, I gotta get warm.  Parts of me is so cold I can't feel 'em any more.
Look, my balls have turned blue and shrunk inside my body." At that last
remark I looked at mine and couldn't find them either.  We both laughed.

He sat on the blanket just like he did when I pushed him over, facing the
sun.  When he looked up, he closed his eyes and looked like he was
dreaming.  As I approached he opened his eyes and signaled for me to come
in front of him.  He guided me to sit between his legs and I leaned into
him.  He wrapped his arms around me and held me tight.  He said body warmth
would warm us fast.  His arms were around my chest, his fingers hanging
down.  Soon, I felt him tickling sensitive areas.  I relaxed and let out an
involuntary moan.

His fingers tickling my member really felt good.  I relaxed and really
melted into him.  Next thing I knew he was laying back and pulling me with
him.  When we were almost prone, I turned over and slid to his side.  My
head and shoulders lay on his chest.  We looked into one another's eyes.
With his hands under my arms, he pulled me up so I looked directly into his
eyes.  I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and we exchanged a gentle
kiss.  We lay there basking in the sun and feeling each other's warmth.

For a while we didn't say anything.  I just lay there with my head on his
chest and used my finger to draw circles around his nipple and down to his
belly button.  Around his belly button I drew a wide circle, gradually
pulling it in till I could swirl my finger real fast in his hole; he
giggled worse than a girl.  It wasn't long before I felt mischievous and
started running my finger down the little valley between the leg and torso.
Of course, I didn't stop there and soon my fingernail was drawing a line up
and down his dick.  For someone that complained about being cold, he got
hard in a hurry, a big hurry.  He had an interesting sounding whimper,
also.

"Man, you keep that up I'm gonna need to get back in the creek to get clean
again."

"Promises, promises," was my only reply until I moved down and put
something much warmer around his manhood.  He didn't try to stop me.  His
moans and whimpers, with his fingers tangled in my hair, encouraged me.  I
felt his back arch and a throbbing in my mouth.  He worked to catch his
breath while I worked to swallow.  After I cleaned him up, I simple lay
back down beside him with my head on his chest.

"Brad," he spoke softly, "don't you want me to do you?"

"Uh-uh.  I blew a load while doin' you.  Besides, I got a favor I wanna ask
you later."  I didn't say any-more then.  There was a big favor I wanted to
ask of him, but I hadn't quite figured out how.

"Brad, if I tell ya somethin', promise not to get mad?"  I just nodded and
waited for him to say more.

"For a long time I was kinda jealous of you.  Can you believe that?"  I
lifted my head and just looked at him.

"It was because of Ray.  Don't get me wrong.  What I was jealous of was the
relationship the two of you seem ta have.  You always seem so relaxed when
you're together.  Most adults and kids, well, it's like you're just there.
Ray and my dad have been friends for a long time.  Even before you came to
stay with him, he used ta talk about you all the time.  You're very special
to him.  When you talk about him or when I see the two of you together,
both of you have that special look in your eyes."

"He is special to me," I told him quietly.  "I can't explain it.  I know
he'd never do anything to hurt me and I also know that if he won't let me
do something, it's only because he doesn't want to see me hurt.  I can tell
him anything.  If I told my dad some of the things I told Uncle Ray, my dad
would go into orbit.  Uncle Ray just sits back calmly, and we talk.  He's
never told me 'because I said so'."  Donny lifted my head and rolled onto
his side to face me.

"Brad, I'm gonna say somethin' and I don't want you to answer.  Just try to
understand."  I just looked at him like he was being weird, and he was. "My
dad's like your dad, about goin' into orbit and all.  I never had an Uncle
Ray like you do.  I've talked to Ray sometimes and know what you mean when
you say he's special.  I'll tell ya a secret, and don't you dare ever tell
anybody.  My dad says I'm too big now, but I'd really like to be able to go
to somebody like Ray and just sit or lay with them and them hold me.
There's been times I wish I could go to him and just let him hold me;
sometimes more."  Donny got real quiet.

I looked away from him and didn't say anything.  I had a good idea what he
had just told me and thought it best to stop there.  I left my head laying
on his chest and started tracing circles with my finger again.  After a
couple of minutes I asked him for my favor.

"Donny, you're a special friend and there's somethin' I want you to teach
me, but no one can know, okay?"  He nodded and waited for me to go on.

                                                           ****

While I was at camp with Donny, Larry and Uncle Ray were together for the
weekend.  What was interesting to me was the accounts I got of that
weekend.  Uncle Ray was known for understating a lot of things.  Larry was
known for embellishing stories.  I figured the truth was somewhere in
between the two, and this is the story of their weekend as best as I could
put it together.

Larry had wanted some one-on-one time with Uncle Ray.  I'd never thought
about doing things with Larry and left him on the edge of the action until
he said something.  After all, Larry and Ben were together most every
weekend and I knew they had their little trysts in the boy's room at school
sometimes.  Anyway, Larry wanted time, and Uncle Ray gave him the time, but
decided to make it different than what he and I did together.

Friday night, they went out to dinner.  Larry loved Italian so they ate at
Olive Garden.  The waiter didn't think anything of it when Uncle Ray
ordered one regular dinner and one lunch portion, which is usually the
kid's meal.  The waiter was a little surprised when he saw how much salad
Larry could put away and then, when he served Chicken Alfredo, Uncle Ray
took the smaller portion and Larry ate the whole dinner.  After dinner was
a movie and then home.  This is where the changes in routine really began.

Where I would normally start filling the Jacuzzi bath for the two of us,
Uncle Ray headed straight for the shower.  Larry had gotten himself
comfortable and Uncle Ray could tell that Larry wasn't sure what to do.
Uncle Ray settled the matter by picking him up and tossing him over his
shoulder, much to Larry's squealing delight.  Larry enjoyed Uncle Ray
bathing him.  He told me later it was better than normal because it was
just the two of them.  Larry then bathed Uncle Ray and wasn't bashful about
bathing Uncle Ray's manhood for a little extra time, to let him know some
playtime would be nice.  When the shower was over, Larry was dried, wrapped
in a fresh towel and Uncle Ray picked him up, cradling him in his arms.

Uncle Ray settled them on the sofa, with Larry in his lap, and proceeded to
give Larry a powder rub down.  Larry claimed it was really nice and it got
a lot better when he felt Uncle Ray's fingernail traveling up and down his
crack and then inside his leg.  Uncle Ray told me Larry whimpered louder
than me.  The way both of them told me the story there was no doubt that
Larry became a whimpering little wet puppy just like I always did.  The big
difference in their stories was whether Uncle Ray inserted the vibrating
plug before he turned Larry over, or after.  But, he did insert the
vibrating plug and Larry went crazy, squirming and whimpering.

With Larry on his back, Uncle Ray continued to give him those warm fuzzy
feelings every boy enjoys.  He should, given he had a vibrator stimulating
the love canal and Uncle Ray working his nips and squeezing his package.
Larry didn't know how long this went on but he did remember that Uncle Ray
wouldn't let him touch himself.  He also told me he'd never experienced
those kind of feelings like that before.  Of course, I knew Uncle Ray had a
way of making you feel extra special and showing you how to enjoy your
body.  Larry claimed he begged for release; Uncle Ray said Larry was too
busy whimpering, moaning and squirming.  Eventually, Larry got relief and
Uncle Ray carried him to bed.  I didn't like that part too much until I
found out he slept on Uncle Ray's right side.  The left side was my nest.

Saturday morning, Uncle Ray followed his normal routine of getting up early
and sitting on the patio with his coffee.  Like me, Larry woke up alone
wondering when he got left behind.  Larry was never big on getting up early
and bouncing.  It didn't matter when he got up, he staggered for the first
few minutes.  Uncle Ray cured that problem in a hurry.  When Larry
staggered outside, it was a practiced movement that had Larry falling into
the pool.  Wake up call!  After horsing around for a little bit, Uncle Ray
made them a light breakfast.

"You wanted to go to the university and see the ball game, right?"

"Yeah.  Did you get tickets?" Larry asked, suddenly wide awake and ready to
go.

"We have tickets and parking.  We need to leave here around 10:30.  Be sure
that you wear clean jeans and a collared shirt."

"I can't wear my football t-shirt?"  Larry had a scrunched up expression on
his face like Uncle Ray was punishing him.

"You can wear the school shirt only if it has a collar," stated as though
the point was settled, and it was.

"What car are we takin'?"  Larry changed the subject.

"Which one do you think we should take?  The Olds has air; the MiGi
doesn't."

"We can put the top down on the MiGi and we don't need air, do we?  I can
stay cool by leavin' my shirt off till we're almost there.  I can get some
more tan, too."

"Yeah, like either one of you needs to get any more sun?  Seems to me the
last time I looked both of you had pretty good all-over tans.  By the way,
anybody at school ever ask you about that when you're changing for gym?"

"Uh-uh.  I don't shower at school so I don't take my tighty-whities off.  I
don't think Brad does either.  We found out we can take gym in summer
school and not worry about it during the school year.  That's what both of
us plan on next summer.  We'll go to school and play in the mornings.  When
we come home all dirty and sweaty, we'll just jump in the pool."

"I hate to mess up your plans, but I don't think that house your parents
rented has a pool."

"No, but you do."  Uncle Ray let it drop at that point.

Larry got a big surprise when they reached university.  They weren't
sitting in the normal stands where Uncle Ray had seats on the forty-five,
twenty-fifth row.  He contacted a friend of his and they were sitting in
the box seats.  The big thing about the box seats was the touchdown
terrace.  There was a buffet lunch spread out that could add ten pounds to
anyone.  You also get to go on top of the boxes and could see for miles.
Each box was equipped with air-conditioning, snacks, a private bathroom,
closed circuit television, and a great view of both the ball field and the
student section.  Uncle Ray claimed the best show was always in the student
section.  He also cautioned us that if we ever pulled half the stunts we
saw at those games, we were to have fun and don't let him know about it.

When you sit in the touchdown terrace, you don't go home after the game.
There's always a party to celebrate the win.  Larry walked out of the box
to find another buffet spread around.  He claimed that he ate enough food
for three people, and Uncle Ray didn't correct him.  All I heard about for
a while, when I got back, was the four-layer coconut cake, chocolate cake,
German chocolate cake, banana pudding, mousse, and I'll never remember how
much other sweet stuff was there.  Larry's favorite part was the ice cream
bar where they made him a real old fashion banana split.  His least
favorite part was the belly ache he had to endure afterwards.

                                                           ****

We got home late Sunday afternoon.  After saying my 'goodbyes' and 'thank
yous' I headed to the door and ran smack dab into Uncle Ray.

"Hey, kiddo, you have fun?"

"Yeah, lots.  Miss me?"

"Some.  Don't you think you could have at least put on more than just your
shorts for the trip home?"  All I was wearing was the shorts I'd worn to
school on Friday.  You should have seen the look on his face when he heard
my response.

"I didn't have time.  I just started dressin' when we turned the corner
down there and Mr.  Paul didn't slow down enough."

"Figures.  Go put your things away and let me speak to Paul for a minute."

I headed inside, turning around at the door just long enough for another
wave to Donny before going inside.  I saw Donny start to laugh when Uncle
Ray looked inside the car and realized Donny was still naked.  Next time
he'll believe me when I tell him I didn't have time to dress.  When Uncle
Ray came in I was already comfortable and talking to Larry.

"What'd you do when ya got back from the game?"  I was being both nosy and
curious.

"I laid down and prayed for my stomach ta stop hurtin'.  I ate so much food
I thought I was gonna explode.  Every time we hit a bump in the road it
felt like I did explode.  Finally, it hit me and I had ta make a mad dash
to the john.  I think I lost half my insides, but I felt better.  I didn't
eat anything else last night, either."  I started laughing.

"You got sick from eating too much?  That's a first!  You really got sick?"
I couldn't believe it.  The kid that ate the idiot's sundae that hardly
anyone ever finished.  Not only did he eat his, but he finished mine.  Now
he gets a free one every year on his birthday.

"Sick ain't the word for it.  Man, I got sick at both ends at the same
time.  Gross!!"

"Well, I would say that 'gross' describes the situation pretty well.  It
was kind of hard to sit on the throne and bow to the throne at the same
time."  Uncle Ray was back and I was rolling around in his big chair,
laughing.

"Keep laughing, kiddo.  Next time something like that happens I'll let you
be the one- man cleanup crew.  Bet you won't think it's so funny then."
Uncle Ray couldn't even keep a straight face and threaten me at the same
time on this one.

"It really wasn't so bad.  There's a reason you keep a plastic liner in the
trash can.  Once his system purged itself, it was just a matter of a warm
shower and then lying down to rest for a while."  Then he changed the
subject.  "How was your weekend?  You and Donny stay out of trouble?"

"We always stay out of trouble, at least most of the time.  Yesterday
morning we took Pony out for a ride and I had a problem too.  Donny's mom
fixed some bacon and it was kind of greasy.  While we were out I had a
stomach issue.  Actually, it wasn't my stomach that had the problem, it was
my . . ."

"Excuse me guys?  As intellectually stimulating as this discussion is, do
we think we could find another subject?  How you pooped in the woods really
doesn't do a thing for me."  Uncle Ray didn't appreciate the subtleties of
our predicaments.

"Okay, I was just getting' to the fun part.  We went swimmin' in this river
that's fed by some underground springs.  Donny told me the water was kinda
cold.  Well, it wasn't cold, it was COLD, COLD!  When we hit that water,
parts of us retreated to the inside.  Donny's grandpa told us that it was
part of the same river that goes through Silver Springs and it's the same
one where they filmed a lot of the underwater scenes in them old timey
black and white Tarzan movies."  For some reason Uncle Ray was sitting in
his chair listening to me and just started shaking his head.  He got up and
headed to the kitchen, hopefully to fix some supper.

"Uncle Ray, I swear, I'm telling ya just what Donny's grandpa told us.
That's part of the river where they filmed those old movies.  He said the
man that played Tarzan was an Olympic champion, but I don't remember his
name."

"Johnny Weismueller.  He was a champion swimmer back in the twenties."  He
called back to us.  Whatever; I shrugged my shoulders.

"Lar, there was a rope tied off on a tree and me and Donny took turns
swingin' and divin' into the river.  After a while though we had to get out
and lay in the sun ta get warm."

"What'd ya do when you were just 'layin'' in the sun?"  Larry had one of
those dumb grins on his face when he asked me that.

"Nothin' much; mostly talk some."  It wasn't any of his business what we
did.  I didn't ask him how much sex he got into while I was gone.  He
didn't need to know about mine and I decided to change the subject.
"What'd ya'll do today?"

"We just went to the beach."  Uncle Ray said it like it was no big deal.

"Yeah, and we got jet skis."  Larry suddenly blurted out, sounding excited.
"We went to Villano and Uncle Ray taught me how to run the jet ski.  We
started in the inlet and then he let me jump some small waves.  The first
one threw my butt in the water and I thought the jet ski was gonna run over
me, but it just shut itself off."

"No way!  You got ta go jet skiin'?"  Uncle Ray looked at me and shrugged
his shoulders.  "Man, what a bummer."

"Hey, no complaints.  You weren't here and this was Larry's turn for some
fun time.  What else did you do at camp besides swim in Tarzan's river?"
He changed the subject again.

"We helped Mr. Paul put in some electrical stuff.  He showed me how to set
junction boxes.  You shoulda seen Donny and me.  We were both walking
around naked and wearin' tool belts.  The hammer hung down like a six-gun
and we had quick draw contests.  Donny's dad and grandpa just laughed at
us; especially when each of us managed to crack ourselves in the nuts.
They laughed and we cringed."  Now Uncle Ray and Larry were both laughing.
Why is it people think when a guy gets hit where no guy wants to be hit,
it's funny?

"Come on boys; let's eat.  Then it's time for both of you to get cleaned up
for bed and settle down.  School tomorrow."  Talk about ruining a mood.

Uncle Ray sent Larry and me to get a shower while he cleaned up after
dinner.  Given the choice between a shower and kitchen duty, we just said
okay and took off.  While we were in the shower I told Larry what I learned
from Donny and that I wanted to surprise Uncle Ray.  We were both willing
to bet he was going to go crazy when I did give him my little surprise.

Larry and I stayed in the shower and probably used up most of the hot
water.  Larry told me about the powder rub-down and the plug Uncle Ray put
in him.  He also admitted to me that Uncle Ray helped him get off a couple
of times.  He had hoped he could get Uncle Ray to penetrate him, but he
didn't.  When he told me what happened, or didn't happen, it made me feel
better.  I knew that what they did shouldn't be any of my business.  I also
knew that I considered Uncle Ray to be mine; it didn't matter if that
feeling was right or wrong, I thought of him as exclusively mine.

Since Larry told me what happened with him and Uncle Ray, when he asked me
what I did with Donny I told him.  Before, I would normally tell him it
wasn't any of his business.  But things were changing between us to the
point we could talk about some boy things.  We were both kind of horned up,
so before we got out of the shower we did play around some; actually, a
lot.  Larry knew that I wanted to pull my little surprise on Uncle Ray that
night and helped me to get ready.

While Uncle Ray got his shower, Larry went to bed and I turned out all the
lights in the house.  It was a little earlier than normal for us but there
was a good reason.  When he came out of the shower I was lying on the bed
waiting for him.  He looked at me and had that little smile that said he
knew what I was up to.  He begged off long enough to fix his coffee pot for
in the morning.  When he laid down, I climbed on top and straddled him.  He
placed his hands on my sides; they felt warm and comfortable.  When he
looked up at me, I knew I was home.  He pulled me down to lie on his chest.
I buried my face in his neck while he spoke softly in my ear.

"I missed my boy."

I squeezed my legs together and began bathing his neck and ear.  His finger
ran down my back and stopped at the top of my crack.  He scratched the top
of my crack lightly before moving down ever so slowly.  I whimpered and
went into sexual overdrive.  When he asked me if I needed to get the edge
off, I nodded and we began humping.  Quickly, I unloaded between us and lay
on him to catch my breath.

"That wasn't fair," I told him. "I had somethin' planned as a surprise for
you and you were supposed to be first."

"I'm still here, kiddo, and waiting."

I worked my way down his body, touching and caressing every spot I could
think of.  He moaned and squirmed a little, but not nearly as much as I
wanted.  Slowly, I sank down between his legs.  I let my legs splay out and
lie on top of his.  Stretched as far as I could to straighten my neck, I
licked the head of his tool and teased the helmet before moving on to the
twins.  I focused completely on his groin; nibbling, kissing and licking
all areas till he had a thorough bath.  I wrapped a fist around his shaft
and worked to please him.

While Donny and I lay on the beach drying in the sun I told him what I
wanted to learn.  At first he thought I was kidding, but then realized I
was serious.  He started telling me all these weird stories about how they
used to have side shows at the fair or the circus.  None of that made any
sense to me until he got around to the sword swallowers.  He asked me if
I'd ever seen anybody swallow a sword.  The only time I'd seen somebody do
that was on television; but I knew what he was getting at.

I spent the better part of two days learning to be a sword swallower.  It's
not as easy as someone might think, trying to keep your neck straight,
overcome the gag reflex, and relax your throat muscles at the same time.  I
lost count of the number of times I tried to swallow the sword, or
precisely, Donny's dick.  I also lost count of the number of times he put a
load in my gut.  Every time I could get Donny hard, I was trying.  When I
finally did it, which was about three o'clock Saturday night, or Sunday
morning, and two blue- balls after we started, Donny said he was glad and
asked if he could get some rest.  I told him only a little bit because I
needed to practice. I needed to make sure I was over the gag reflex.

Lying between Uncle Ray's legs I kept telling myself to relax and keep my
throat straight.  I knew there had to be a different way to do this, but I
would have to practice some more, first.  My throat was a little sore from
Donny and I was nervous, so I had to keep repeating to myself 'don't gag',
'don't gag', 'don't gag'.  Mixed with that was 'relax', 'relax', 'relax',
and 'you can do this', 'you can do this'.  After a while, with my mouth
getting tired and numb, I decided to go for it.  When he least expected any
more, I gave him my surprise. Taking a shallow breath and forcing myself to
relax, I swallowed his manhood and massaged the head with my throat.  He
bounced off the bed and hollered his surprise!

"OHHHHH FUCK! . . God, boy! . .SHIIIIT!! . .AAAAGGGHHHHH!!! .  . What the
hell are you doin'?! . . .Damnation kid . .  oooohhhhh, god, that's nice.
When did . .?"

I held on to his hips so he couldn't throw me off and kept swallowing.  I
knew that each swallow sent new waves of pleasure through him.  Every few
swallows I had to ease off for a breath, but moved right back on him.  The
exclamations that included more obscenities than I had ever heard from him,
plus the moans and bouncing said everything I went through over the weekend
was worth it.  When he went over the edge, I made sure to keep him in deep
and felt that different, almost strange feeling, as his juices struck deep
down inside my throat.  When he finished, he reached down and pulled me up
to him where I got a hug and a kiss.

"Boy, you are something special; you know that?  Guess I know now what you
learned over the weekend."

"Yeah, it took me a while and my throat's still a little sore, but I'm glad
I did.  I wanted to be able to do something special for you."

"You did, kiddo . . . you did."  He held me and rubbed my back.  I waited a
little bit before I said anything.

"Uncle Ray, can I have what I want now?"

He rolled me on my back and spent forever, but not long enough, giving me
pleasure over my whole body.  While one hand worked part of my body and his
mouth stimulated another part, I felt his fingers in me, massaging my magic
spot.  When I unloaded, he didn't quit, but kept going, sending wave upon
wave of sexual bliss through me. I was crying out my pleasure and sweating.
When he slowed down, I wrapped my legs around him and bucked for more.
Finally, he put me on my back and lifted my legs over his shoulder.  My
special treat was coming.

"Uncle Ray?"  I looked up at him and he looked down at me with nothing but
caring.  "Your boy really wants to feel you, okay?"  He bent down and
kissed me softly on the forehead as I felt him slide in.  My legs locked
around his waist; I pulled myself into him as hard as I could and arched my
back as I felt his pubes touch my sensitive skin.  Beginning gently, he
ignored my pleas to go harder until I stopped pulling myself into him.
When I stopped, he began to pound me so hard I thought something was going
to get jarred loose.  When I cried out my lust and pleasure, he slowed down
to a gentle rhythm.  Fast and hard, slow and gentle, back to fast and hard.
I panted and grunted with sweat pouring off me; my own juices coated my
chest and belly.  Finally, when I felt exhausted, I felt his warmth in me,
filling me.

At the end, he moved my right leg off his shoulder and turned so he lay
behind me.  I rested my head on his left arm while he pulled me into him.
Spooned into his body, with my butt full of his manhood, he kissed me on
the head and whispered, "Time for my boy to get some sleep."

I lay there thinking about the special treatments we gave one another and
wanted to do it again and again.  There was only one more week left with
Uncle Ray.  Lying with him, with him filling me, I thought about my dad.  I
knew that he loved me and I loved him.  Funny, sometimes there needs to be
more.  My dad wouldn't let me lean on him; he wouldn't talk with me, but at
me.  When Dad thought I'd done something wrong, he reacted and then asked
me why.  Uncle Ray always asked why and then acted.  With Uncle Ray I knew
he loved me but I could also feel it.  My head lay on his arm and his other
arm wrapped around me, holding me tight; the tears ran silently down my
cheeks.  I was going to have to leave him; we both knew it.  I knew he
would want me to be thankful for the time we had together and not be sad.
He would expect me to be strong; I promised myself that I would try, but
the tears still flowed.  It was going to be a shitty week.  The tears
continued to flow as I fell asleep.

End Ch Fifty-Eight

To Be Continued; comments welcome; contact Dwight Wilson at
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