Date: Wed, 1 Aug 2007 04:30:22 -0700 (PDT)
From: adm2780 <adm2780@yahoo.com>
Subject: Brads Idol  Chapter Sixty-One

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Adult/Youth.


Chapter Sixty-One: Brad's Idol


The weekend after the dance Larry, Ben and I were still hoppin' and a
boppin' to some of Uncle Ray's old records and 8-track tapes.  There was no
way we were going to do 'The Wiggle' the way we learned at Dance Elite; we
put our own moves into it.  It took a little practice and experimenting,
but we got the pelvic thrust down to an art form.  Uncle Ray walked by the
patio door and saw us doing our thing.  He turned around and walked back to
his study shaking his head.  The dance was a big subject that weekend; so
was the new house.

We sat on the edge of the pool telling Ben about the new house and how it
was only about five minutes away from Uncle Ray's.  He started asking us
questions about how many bedrooms it had and whether it was a split bedroom
design or if all the bedrooms were on the same end of the house.  When we
asked him why he wanted to know, the big light bulb finally came on.  Fun
and games at night can sometimes get noisy.  We didn't pay that much
attention and didn't know who could hear.  We needed to make a visit.

"Uncle Ray?  Uncle Ray?"  I began calling out to him just before I got one
foot in the door.  I headed straight to his study and there he sat at his
desk looking straight at me.  "You didn't answer me."

"Do you remember the little talk we had, more than once, about this not
being a barn and we don't holler across the house to one another?"

"Ooopps!  Sorry."  He got a little pissy about those things once in a
while.  "It's important though.  Can we go over to the house?  Ben hadn't
seen it and me and Larry need to check some things out."

"Oh, really.  Should I ask what you and Larry need to check out?"

"Do you 'member Dad said he wanted to have an office at home, right?  Well,
do you remember seein' a office?  And, if me and Larry are gonna hafta
share a room, which room?  Also, is the room dad and Kathy . . ."

"Hold it!" He interrupted my chain of thought. "I give; you win.  I'm not
even going to try and follow what might be going on in that head right now,
particularly if Ben and Larry have been helping you with all this.  It's
only mid-afternoon.  How about we wait about an hour or so and then the
three of you can get dressed.  We'll go look at the house again and then go
out to eat.  When we get back, don't you think you should call your dad and
let him know what's been happening?"

"Yeah, I may need ta ask him somethin', too.  Can we go to Red Lobster?"

"I think we can and yes, you may have the lobster or a shrimp cocktail, but
not both unless you want to become their dishwasher."

"Cool.  I'll tell the guys."

While we waited on Uncle Ray, we had a long and detailed conversation about
how we were going to get this to work out.  We knew there were four
bedrooms.  Simple math and common sense, combined with experience, said
that Laura got her room, Dad and Kathy had their room.  With only two rooms
left and Dad wanting an office at home, that meant Larry and I would share
a room.  We had no problem with that; it was preferred.  That wasn't the
problem.

When we got to the house it was easy to figure out that someone had cut the
grass.  They didn't do any edging or trimming the hedges, or even sweeping
up the clippings off the sidewalk, but they did cut the grass.  Inside,
nothing had changed, but we didn't care right then.  There was something
more important.  We went straight to the side of the house where we knew
our bedroom would be.  From the back of the house to the front it was
bedroom, bedroom, bath, bedroom.  The two largest bedrooms were on the ends
with the very largest in the front.  Now, we needed to figure out who got
what room and how to convince the rents that we were right.

Laura liked to sleep late and always fussed about her privacy and keeping
things quiet; Laura needed the back bedroom.  The bedroom next to her was
too small for two growing boys; besides it would be way too crowded with
twin beds, two chests and two desks.  That meant we got the front room.
When we decided on that we brought Uncle Ray into the plan.  If he agreed
with us we knew he could convince my dad and things were set.  When we went
to bed, Larry and I could fuck like rabbits and no one would hear us.  The
master suite was on the other end of the house.  It didn't take too much
effort to convince Uncle Ray.

"Now, I suppose you two think I should call your parents and convince them
this is the best way to divvy the rooms, right?"

"Uncle Ray, don't say it like it's some underhanded plan.  We know what's
gonna happen and figure the best thing for us to do is go with the flow and
get the best we can; that's all."

"Yeah, uh-huh.  Just do me a favor and don't try to sell me the Brooklyn
Bridge, okay?  I think maybe you better call your dad now."

Uncle Ray handed me his cell phone and I called my dad.  I told him all
about the dance and how we danced in our socks on the gym floor.  I also
told him we could do The Wiggle and how the kids showed one another how to
do different dances.  After all the preliminaries and good stuff, we got
around to the house.

"Dad, did you still want an office at the new house?"  I asked, trying to
sound innocent.

"I'm planning on it.  What are you and your brother trying to maneuver me
into now?"

"Dad, we're just trying' to make sure we understand 'cause that means if
you take a bedroom for a office me and Larry will be sharin' again.  We
already figured that part out and since we have ta paint the house anyway,
we wanted to lay dibs on the front room and paint it like we want it.  Can
we?"  That blew all the finesse out of my plans.

"Suppose I want the front room for my office?"

"Dad!  That's the only room big enough for twin beds and two dressers and
two desks so we have a place to do homework."

"What makes you think I care if you have a desk for homework and the two of
you can sleep in your sleeping bags on the floor.  It won't hurt you."

"Daaaaa-aad.  I'm tryin' ta be serious and helpful here."  Uncle Ray took
the phone.

"Hey, old man.  You givin' that poor innocent child a hard time?"

"Innocent?  Boy, does he have you snowed!"  If my dad only knew.

"You know how it is, a lawyer's son.  That makes him a natural
bullshitter."  Uncle Ray definitely knew how to handle my dad.  "What he's
saying is pretty much true.  If the boys are going to share and use twin
beds, the front room would be best for them.  The room he's talking about
for your office also happens to be the only room wired for cable for
internet, if you need it."

"Well, if you think that's the best split I don't have any problems with
it.  I know my kid well enough to know he's up to something, though.  What
is it?"

"They want to paint the room forest green and install wood floors.  Then
they plan on talking me into getting them new bedsets and area rugs.  Of
course, they haven't said anything yet; I've been waiting to see what kind
of line they'd come up with."  I just sat there and looked at him.  How did
he know?

"As far as I'm concerned they can get by with sheets and a blanket; they
never make their beds anyway unless Kathy gets all over them."

"Yeah, I know.  Wonder where they learned that trick from?  Aren't you the
guy that used to ask me why I made my bed because I was just going to mess
it up again at night?"

"Yeah, okay.  You just tell them if they paint their room that color, I
don't want to hear any complaints later on.  They do it, they live with it.
As for the floor, I'll leave that one up to you; I doubt I'll have time to
fool with it for awhile."

"I'll deal with it.  Still on the same time schedule?"

"Yeah, it'll still be about a month.  This trial has turned into a real
son-of-a-bitch.  The guy died last week so we have to amend our pleadings
for the family.  The chemical company is playing hardball.  We'll get it
though, just a matter of when.  We're still waiting to see when Kathy's
temporary assignment is over, too.  Let me say goodbye to the kids; I need
to get back to work.  You take care.  Oh, and Ray, hold the phone out a
little."  Uncle Ray held the phone out so we could hear my dad.  "Don't
forget to smack both of 'em on the butt once in a while just to keep 'em
straight."

"Love ya back, Dad."

Uncle Ray cut off the phone and we just sat there looking at him.  Larry
and I just grinned while Ben laughed at everything that was going on.  We
thought every family went through these sessions.

                                                           ****

When we got home from dinner, everybody stripped and headed for the pool.
A game of chicken sounded good, but we all knew whoever was on Uncle Ray's
shoulders was going to have an unfair advantage.  Larry got on Uncle Ray
and to help even things up, they had to stand in the deeper water.  I had
Ben on my shoulders.  Things were pretty much going no where fast until I
got an idea.  I stepped forward and took one hand off Ben's leg; then, I
started splashing water in Uncle Ray's face as fast and hard as I could.
He had to inhale sometime, and when he did he had to back up.  It didn't
take much after that to put both Uncle Ray and Larry under water.

Of course, no great deed ever went unrewarded around Uncle Ray.  With all
the turmoil he stayed underwater and swam over to where I stood holding
Ben.  He grabbed for the best leverage he could get to and started pulling
down.  I either had to go under or risk losing a very precious package.  We
played a little longer, but when I felt my supper catch up to me I had to
go inside to handle some personal needs.  With thoughts about later that
night I took time to make myself presentable.  During the final flushing, I
heard the shower come on in another bathroom.  It was Uncle Ray's.  I
stepped into the shower.

"Hi," was all I said.

"Hi, yourself, kiddo.  Aren't you going to go back outside and play?"

"Uh-uh, that's odd man time and not as much fun.  Besides, it's getting
kind of cool out there and I'd rather be in here."

We didn't say anymore.  He put some shampoo on my head and began rubbing
away.  I leaned into him and lay my head against his chest. Wrapping my
arms around his waist, I just stood there and enjoyed his warmth.  He used
the shampoo to keep bathing me.  When some of it ran down my front and on
him, I began bathing him.  While I bathed him I started feeling kind of
sad, thinking about the new house and leaving.  He lifted my chin and saw
the tears forming.

"Come on, Brad.  No tears, son.  We still have about a month left."  He
pulled me into his chest, wrapped his arms around the back of my shoulders
and held me tight.  After a few minutes of feeling the warm water flow over
us he said, "Love you, boy."  I squeezed him as hard as I could.

After patting me dry he carried me into the family room where we curled up
in his big chair.  He left the room dark, but turned on the television.
Arnold Schwarzenegger was chasing an almost invisible alien through some
sewers.  I was kind of curled up and draped across him at the same time
with my arm still around his back.  He felt good and he smelled good, too.

It wasn't long before Larry and Ben came running in saying it was too cool
outside.  Uncle Ray told them to get a warm shower and if they were still
cool coming out, to find a bathrobe.  About five minutes later he nudged me
to get up.  I watched him walk towards the laundry room and knew he was
going to put a couple of towels in the dryer for them.  A few minutes later
Larry and Ben came out of the bathroom and claimed they were still cold so
they were going to go to bed and get under the blanket.  I thought it was
nice they didn't lie by saying they were going to sleep.

While I lay on Uncle Ray I started thinking about some of the dumb things I
used to do with him.  I couldn't help but smile and laugh to myself some.
What I thought was really funny was what an adult would let the kid get
away with or do when they really loved them.  I got away with a lot, which
meant he had to love me a lot.  There was no reason to let things change
now.

Straddling his lap, I used the remote to turn the television off.  Propping
myself up with my hands on his shoulders I leaned in and rubbed noses.
Neither of us said anything as I buried my face in his neck, took a deep
breath and let it out slowly.  He smelled good.  It wasn't the smell of
sweat or anything sweet, it was just good.  After another deep breath,
enjoying his smell, I gently kissed him on the neck and then bit him
gently.  His whole body tensed as he took a deep breath and moaned
slightly.  Melting into him, I let my tongue taste the whole side of his
neck before spearing him in the ear canal.  My tongue moved in and out,
pausing occasionally to circle the inside of the canal. Then I whispered in
his ear.

"I wanna be fucked tonight . . . I wanna be tongue fucked . . . I wanna be
finger fucked . .  and I wanna be dick fucked . . . hard."

He picked me up and laid me on the ottoman.  My legs were locked around his
waist, my arms held him close as I continued to ream out his ear.  His
breathing picked up as I felt his fingers and then his finger-nails dig
into the soft flesh of my butt and thighs.  My back arched and I whimpered.
When I did he pulled my arms down, pinning them to my sides and began to
suck my tongue into his mouth.  Each breath brought out another whimper as
I began to squirm under him.  Again he picked me up, holding my arms down
to my sides as I tried to attack his neck and kept whispering in his ear
how hard I wanted it tonight.  As we walked past Larry's bedroom, I could
hear him crying out as Ben pounded his butt.  He was getting kindergarten
treatment compared to what I wanted.

I wanted hot, sweaty, lust filled sex.  I wanted him to control me and do
whatever he wanted so long as it made me cry out for more.  Laying on my
back with him on all fours over me, I locked my legs around him again and
tried to pull myself up into him.  He bent his head down and we rubbed
noses again.  He was smiling while he teased me.  He never let my arms go;
his fingers were interlocked with mine.  Stretching my arms above my head,
his chest came down.  I suckled on his nipple; licking, sucking and
nibbling.  Eliciting sharp breaths and deep moans of animal pleasure.  He
moaned the loudest when I nibbled or bit down.  The moan, which sometimes
became a whimper, was preceded by a sharp intake of breath through clenched
teeth.

He maneuvered me to taste every inch of his body until my face reached the
pony I liked to ride.  He moved me around so my head hung off the edge of
the bed; I looked at everything upside down.  He stood on the floor.  The
pony became a spear that I had to swallow.  Buried deep in my throat, he
began to pull out and then push in.  Slowly at first, but when I adjusted
to what was happening and relaxed a little, he pulled out while I sucked in
as hard as I could.  This was a totally new experience, being face fucked;
one more new experience.  My hands gripped his thighs.  A hand covered my
scrotum and began to massage the twins, eliciting a deep groan from me.
His other hand raked my sides and pinched my nipples.  I could only moan
with him buried in my throat.  My body squirmed to escape what he was
doing, but begged for more.  He climaxed while he was buried in my throat
and began pulling out while still unloading.  When I felt it hit the back
of my throat, I swallowed and kept swallowing until he finished.  I
remember the moans and cries of pleasure.  Was it him or me?  At the end we
were both breathing hard; a sheen of sweat covered our bodies.

When he caught his breath he pulled me up and pinned my hands over my head.
He attacked my mouth and we shared the remains of his fluids.  Then he
began to attack my neck and ears.  His sac hung down and he rocked so the
hairs and silkiness of his scrotum lightly brushed the underside of my
raging tool.  When he asked me if I had enough, I whimpered and moaned,
loudly whispering for more.  He sucked my nips so hard I thought he would
pull them off me; then I felt his teeth as he nibbled the tender skin.  I
cried out from the shock and pain but begged him not to stop.  He had
always been soft and passionate with me and made me feel good.  This was
the hard, lust filled sex I wanted and sometimes needed.  My senses were
pushed to new limits and I loved it.  This wasn't play sex, this was animal
sex designed to drive me wild.  I did this only with him because I knew he
would protect me from harm and let me feel as much pleasure as possible.

He worked his way down and positioned himself on his knees between my legs.
He released my hands and arms and in one quick movement had me doubled over
with my knees almost touching my shoulders.  At first, I was shocked.
Then, I heard and felt him slurp both my balls into his mouth in one hard
suction.  His tongue flicked along the bottom and then divided the twins.
My legs were over his shoulders keeping me pinned just the way he wanted
me.  I filled both hands with his hair and pulled him down harder.  When he
released the twins, he didn't just let them slide out, he blew them out and
immediately his tongue speared my hole.  I cried out again and used my feet
to push my butt into him as far as I could.  I thought I felt his sweat
drip on me; it didn't.  I felt myself shooting a huge load all over my
chest and face.

When did he leave my special opening?  His tongue now bathed the canal
between thigh and scrotum.  He hadn't shaved yet and his whiskers tickled
the side of my boyish pride.  I felt the tickle of his tongue flicker over
the head while a finger teased my pucker.  Simultaneously, he dropped down
the full length of my pole and shoved a finger all the way in me and found
my magic spot which he attacked without mercy.  I wasn't there any more.  I
floated in a world of sexual bliss and abandon.  I cried out for more and
didn't care who heard me.  I was on the receiving end of a first class, no
holds barred fucking and wanted more.  I had trouble holding on to him.  We
were both covered in sweat and my hands slipped everywhere.  Both hands
filled with his hair as I pulled him down on me and began reciprocating the
earlier face fuck.  There was a sharp pain running the full length of my
dick, but it felt good.  Seconds later, I unloaded again, filling his mouth
and forcing him to swallow and keep swallowing.

He licked his way up my body.  I was panting like I'd been running a
marathon.  I needed to rest, but I needed more.  When he licked his way
over my nipple I winced and whimpered.  I could feel something pressing me,
pushing at my treasure.  I tried to relax and begged him to enter me.  When
I felt him starting to break through I wrapped my legs around him and
locked my fingers behind his neck.  I thrust my body into him, forcing him
almost all the way in with one quick movement. I cried out from the pain,
but I didn't stay still.  I tried bouncing on him as fast and hard as I
could.

"Easy, easy now; don't hurt yourself.  I know this is new and you're
enjoying it, but let me control it so I know you're not hurt."

He unlocked my fingers and made me lean back.  I knew what he was doing and
let him guide me.  We were both at a forty-five degree angle to the bed
with me impaled on him.  My arms relaxed and fell back and to the side.
His hands gripped me just below the rib cage and I rode the bucking
bronc. With each thrust I winced and whimpered my pleasure and begged him
not to stop.  Shortly after we started I shot a third load.  Each time he
pushed me down on him another shot came forth.  It felt so good it almost
hurt, in a good way.  I was exhausted; there was no more strength in my
body as he kept thrusting me up and down on his pole.  My arms flayed to
the sides, my head fell back and bounced around.  When I could no longer
think about what was happening, but only whimper my pleasure while begging
him to stop but not until I had more, he lay me on the bed.  Holding my
legs high, he proceeded to give me a hard ass pounding.  He only pistoned a
few times before I grabbed a fistful of sheets, trying to match his moves
and get more of him into me.  When he filled me again, it ended.  He rolled
me over and fell to my side, twisting me until I was spooned into him.
Wrapped in his arms, I fell asleep still impaled.

                                                           ****

Sunday afternoon we went to Lowe's to look for paint samples.  I didn't
know it was possible to find so many different colors of paint.  When I
looked at some of the colors, they looked just like others.  I thought they
used the same paint but gave them different names.  We found several
brochures that showed different colors for bedrooms.  None of them had what
we wanted.

When a man that worked there asked Uncle Ray if he could help him, Uncle
Ray just pointed to us.  He told the man it was our room and we could pick
out the color.  When he asked us if we found what we wanted we shook our
heads and then tried to explain what we were looking for.  He showed us a
computer where he put in a picture of a bedroom and then started changing
the color of the walls.  That thing was really neat.  When he got to green
we started on the darker, darker, too dark routine.  Soon, he had exactly
what we were looking for.  The man looked at Uncle Ray, who took a peek and
nodded at the man.  He made us two gallons.

Before we left, Uncle Ray took us to the flooring section.  We thought he
was going to look at area rugs.  He didn't.  He asked the man about
laminate flooring.  We spent a few minutes looking at different colors and
patterns and learning how the different pieces interlocked.  Uncle Ray got
a price per square foot from the man and said we'd have to measure the
room.  He also took us over to home accessories to look at a ceiling fan
and some lamps that looked like they were made from driftwood.  There was a
lady in that section that said if we would bring her the dimensions of the
room, she could make a computer image and show us what the room would look
like with our colors and flooring.  Then we could try different furniture
arrangements.  Larry and I thought we had found a new game to play.

When we left, instead of going home, Uncle Ray headed for Best Buy.  We
kept asking him what we were getting there but he just kept saying he
wasn't sure, but he wanted to look for something.  He claimed he would know
what he wanted when he found it.  Every time I ever tried that answer all
it got me was a quick turnaround and a trip home.  He did find what he was
looking for, a decorating program for the computer.  He said he'd always
wanted one for when he bought property to renovate but was worried about
being able to operate it.  The lady at Lowe's had told him what the program
was she used and told him where to get it.  Our next stop, of course, was
to get the dimensions of our room.

It only took a few minutes for him to load the program and figure out how
to use it.  We watched as he started drawing the layout.  He didn't have to
worry about getting it right because all three of us boys were standing
over his shoulder and let him know whenever he made a mistake.  We even let
him know when he didn't make a mistake.  Despite our help, he did get the
layout of the room and began changing the colors, floor and furniture
arrangements.  When he did it, we didn't have any trouble picking out the
color floor we thought should go in our room.  Uncle Ray said that we could
get started the next weekend.

                                                           ****

Ben stayed with us Sunday night, rather than go home.  It wasn't unusual
except that Uncle Ray told them he expected them to go to sleep.  If he
heard any noise, he would separate them and someone would be sleeping on
the sofa.  The look on Larry's face said he wanted to argue, but he knew
better.  The tone of Uncle Ray's voice said this was a non-negotiable item
that night.  Then he looked at me and told me the same thing went for me!

Before we went to bed he had me sit up and straddle his lap.  This was the
same position I took when things got going the night before, but I knew
that wasn't going to happen tonight.  He gave me a strange look with a
strange smile while he flicked my hair back with his fingers.  His other
hand ran slowly up and down my side.  We were both naked and his warmth
felt good.  Finally he spoke.

"You know that I love you, right?"

"Yeah, and I love you, too."  I didn't know what was happening, but for
some reason I began to tear up.

"Brad, do you understand what I mean when I tell you I love you enough to
let you go?"

"Kinda."  This was getting worse.

"What it means son, is that making sure that you mature into a fine young
man and a responsible adult means more than anything else.  It means even
more than me having you with me, to hold, to pamper, to feel you, to love
you.  I will give up all those things if I feel that it's what is best for
you.  Understand?"

"I understand that.  I know that.  I don't understand why you're saying
this to me.  What's wrong?"

"Nothing is wrong.  Except, do you remember when we talked about you going
with Donny to visit his grandparents?  Do you remember the reason I said it
was alright?"

"Yeah, you said I needed to learn how other kids handled things, right?"

"That's right.  Now I know you went there and learned a couple of things.
You've shown me part of what you learned, and that's okay."

"Ya know I learned it for you, don't ya?  I wanted to do something special
just for you."

"I know, and I think it's very special.  But there's something else I want
you to understand.  I know what kind of games those boys get into.  I
wanted you to learn.  I wanted it not so you could just have fun having
sex, but you need to learn that sometimes you can have sex just for the
pleasure of it and other times you use it to express your love.  There is a
difference.  Understand?"

"I think so.  Uncle Ray, what are you trying to say to me?  Can't you just
say it?"

"Brad, I want you to realize that you are a teenager now.  You will be a
teenager for only a very few years.  I know you think it's a long time, but
it really isn't.  The teen years are a time for you to learn about
yourself, about other people and about life.  I want to see you spending
more time with kids your age and doing things kids your age like to do.  I
won't pretend that I even come close to thinking that won't include some
sex, because I know it will.  Those experiences will teach you about other
people and about yourself.  Do you remember once asking me if you were gay
and what I told you?"

"Yeah, you told me I hadn't had the chance to really experiment and find
out how I really feel.  You said that some day a girl might come along and
just sweep me off my feet, or one may not.  I had to wait till I was older
to find out."

"That's right.  It's during your teen years that you will probably find
out.  I just want you to promise me one thing.  If you think there is
someone else you want to have sex with, don't stop because you think it
might upset me, because it won't.  At the same time, be careful.
Understand that this old man loves you very much and will always worry
about you, but he will also always be here for you.  Okay?"

"Uncle Ray, are you mad at me about last night?"  Tears were beginning to
run down my cheeks, but I wasn't crying.

"No, of course not.  I think last night might be a good example of learning
more about yourself and what you like and don't like.  You showed me that
sometimes you wanted to enjoy a stronger, more lusty sex for pleasure."

"I did.  I didn't want you to just love me; I wanted you to enjoy me and
let me enjoy you doin' it.  It was hot, wadn't it?!  Part of the reason it
was so hot was that I knew I didn't have to worry about you hurtin' me."

"Yes, it was hot! . .hot! . .hot!  You were one sexy little dude, kiddo."

"Uncle Ray, you're not tellin' me that we can't have sex any more are ya?"

"No, Brad.  I'm just trying to tell you that I know there will be times
when you want to have sex with someone else.  It may be a girl, or a boy.
It's okay so long as you're careful and you understand why you are doing
it."

I lay there on him while he rubbed my back.  The room was dark and he
smelled good.  We just held one another.

End Chapter Sixty-One

To Be Continued: comments welcome; contact Dwight Wilson at
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