Date: Sat, 8 Sep 2007 13:46:39 -0700 (PDT)
From: adm2780 <adm2780@yahoo.com>
Subject: Brads Idol  Chapter Sixty-Five

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Chapter Sixty-Five:  Brad's Idol


When we pulled up to the house, Uncle Ray was outside mowing the yard.  He
must have been at it for a-while because most of it was cut and he sweating
like he'd been standing under the hose; even his jeans were soaked.  When
he saw us, he stopped and walked towards the car.  I thanked Mr. Paul and
said I had a great time; which I most certainly did!  Running up to Uncle
Ray, I turned just as I got to him, leaned back against him and pulled an
arm across my chest, and waved good-bye to Donny.  It was a little peculiar
though that he did a 'thumbs-up' sign to us and said something about seeing
us the next day.  When they pulled off, I turned to Uncle Ray and wrapped
my arms around his waist. Something I had done for years was to plant my
chin into his stomach, now chest since I'd grown, and look up at him.

"Hi," was all I said and smiled.

"Hi, yourself, kiddo.  Did you have a good time?  I noticed you managed to
get dressed before you hit the corner this time."

"Ohh, yeeeaaahh.  We stopped in Ocala and had breakfast at Shoney's; you
know, the big breakfast bar they have.  I'm 'bout ta bust.  Uncle Ray, did
you know that in Sparta they used ta take boys away from their families
when they were seven or eight?  They put 'em in nurseries and made 'em go
naked."  For some reason he just gave me a blank look.  He was the one that
liked history so he should have known all this.

"Well, I'd heard or read something along those lines at some point.
Where'd this Sparta thing come from besides left field?  Were you doing
history lessons down at the camp?"

"Just sorta'," I responded and continued with my train of thought. "The
kids all lived together and they learned to fight.  They couldn't quit or
cry or they got caned.  Part of their schoolin' was to take pain, too.  Can
you imagine that?  Then, when they got to be teenagers, they were given to
a warrior that was their mentor.  The kid was the warrior's boy.  The
warrior taught the kid to fight and be tough.  The kid took care of his
mentor's needs.  Pretty neat, huh?"  For some reason he still just stood
there and gave me a blank look.  This was history, not rocket science.

"Interesting would probably be a fair statement.  May I ask why you have
suddenly developed all this interest in scholastics?"

"Uncle Ray!" I responded, a little exasperated.  "Think about it.  You
always said that history repeats itself.  How old was I when I started
coming up on the bus and stayin' with you?  About seven or eight, right?
How old was I when we started takin' care of certain "needs" for each
other?  Remember the rubdowns and how old I was when my cherry got popped?
History repeatin' itself."  I was still looking straight up at him.  "Right
now, I gotta go polish my mentor's horse."  I grabbed my bag and ran inside
to change.  He just stood there and looked at me.  Adults!

I tossed my bag on the bed and found my old jogging shorts; the ones with
the special cut.  In no time I'd stripped to my birthday suit and slipped
on the shorts.  I was ready to head outside.  When I came back out I could
hear the edger running so I knew he'd be doin' that for a little while.  I
also knew that I was supposed to help with the yard, actually Larry and I
were supposed to be doing the yard work, but I had another job in mind.  He
always let me start the cars and move them around the driveway.  The garage
opened from the back of the house and was behind the fence, so I couldn't
move them very far.  This time I found the keys to the Olds and moved it
out of the garage.  I was going to clean my mentor's horse, or car; however
you wanted to look at it.

Uncle Ray was usually pretty good about keeping his cars clean.  I managed
to get more than my share of evil looks and fussed at for spilling crumbs
or drinks in the car.  He always managed to clean things up.  He had this
thing about never knowing when he would be taking a business associate out
to lunch or somewhere.  How you maintained your car and your clothes was
supposed to somehow reflect on the pride you took in yourself and,
therefore, your work.  I wasn't dumb, so I knew that was just a big line of
bull that adults made up to make kids keep their rooms clean, wear clean
clothes and comb our hair.

At thirteen I still wasn't tall enough to reach across the top of the car.
My solution was to use the small step ladder he had for the kitchen or to
just climb on top of the car.  This time, I climbed on top of the car.  The
problem with cleaning the Olds was the t-tops.  They were made of Plexiglas
and showed every bit of dirt and water spot on them.  You had to clean and
dry real fast to get them right. Once that was done, I got down on the
ground and cleaned away.  It was a warm day and the cool water coming from
the hose felt pretty good.  Being young, and flexible, I didn't have any
trouble sticking my head inside the wheel wells and cleaning them either.
About three-quarters of the way through my project, he managed to walk up
behind me without me hearing him.

"Doing a pretty good job there, kiddo."

"Oww!"  He startled me and I whacked my head on the wheel well.

"Sorry, didn't mean to surprise you like that."  Maybe he didn't mean to,
but it did hurt; metal doesn't usually give.  "Thought I'd just take a peek
back here and see what you meant by polishing my horse.  I get it now.
You're doin' a good job, kiddo.  Keep going."  Keep going?  He had to be
kidding!  He makes me whack my head on the fender and all I get is 'keep
going'?

"Hey!  You can't do that; not fair!  You make me whack my head and then
just walk off?  You owe me some sympathy!"  I worked at giving him a 'hurt
real bad' look.

"Com'ere and let me take a look.  I bet you just have a little lump on your
head.  You didn't dent the fender any, did you?"

"Ha . . .Ha," I told him.  "That's not funny."  He let me lean against him
while he rubbed my back and ran his fingers through my hair.  He was
sweaty, but he felt and smelled good.

"It didn't break the skin; you'll live," was his grand conclusion.
"However, we really do have a problem now.  What do you think we should do
about it?"  I looked at him like he was nuts; what was he talking about?

"Spartan boys were not supposed to whimper or even acknowledge they felt
pain.  You not only whimpered, but wanted sympathy.  In Sparta, that would
earn you a very severe punishment.  How do you think this warrior should
punish his boy for being such a wimp?"  Ohhhhh, my God!  No! No, no, no,
no!  This isn't the way this is supposed to work.  I just forgot. Then I
had to think fast.  I couldn't remember if I told him about the 'train
fuck', or was it 'chain fuck'?  I didn't even know what they were.  I
prayed even harder that I didn't tell him about the whips and caning.  Then
I tried to move away from him and he wouldn't let me go.  Ohhhh, shit!

"You know, I am beginning to remember a lot more of what I heard about the
Spartans and how they trained their boys."  I could tell by his tone of
voice that I was in for it now.  It wasn't evil; he didn't even hint at it.
That tone always meant he'd figured out just what he was going to do and he
was going to enjoy himself.  Sometimes, it was at my expense.  "If I'm not
mistaken, they used to tie the boys up to a pole.  If he was a bigger boy,
he was supposed to just stand there and hold onto the pole.  That was the
only support he was allowed.  He could not show any emotion on his face
while his warrior used a leather strap and worked over the boy's butt or
back."  He stopped talking and looked around like he wanted something.  He
might have thought he had me fooled, but I knew he wouldn't hurt me; he was
just playing a game.

"We don't have a pole I could tie you to.  I don't think you're quite big
enough for me to demand that you just hold onto a pole.  I know; how about
if I tie you to the front of the car?  That should work."  He reached over
and grabbed two of his bungee cords.  Now wait a minute!

"Uncle Ray, you wouldn't really do that, right?  You wouldn't hurt me,
right?"

"I thought you wanted to be my boy.  I'm supposed to be your warrior,
remember?"

"No-no-no-no, not like that!  That was just playin'; you wouldn't do that
ta me, right?"

"I don't know about that, kiddo.  Maybe I could reconsider it if you, like
maybe, wanted to talk some?  Seems to me somebody went south and maybe got
into some kind of real kinky stuff?"  He looked at me and I knew he wasn't
about to hurt me, but he did still have something in mind and I wasn't sure
I was going to like it.

Suddenly, he reached for me and had me over his shoulder faster than I
could think about it.  Whether he realized it or not, the way he held me he
exposed more of my butt than was covered.  We were behind the fence, but
the driveway gates were open.  The whole neighborhood could appreciate my
tan.  The truth of the matter was that he didn't care.  He headed for the
front of the car and plopped me down on the hood.  The water hose was lying
on the windshield and water was running down part of the hood; now it ran
down my shorts.  He laid me out and pinned my arms above my head and
proceeded to give me raspberries; one after the other.  I started screaming
in laughter.

"No!  Don't! Aaaaahhhh . . .STOP!! ^Å .Please, stop!!"  Of course, he
didn't.  The louder I hollered the more he went after me. When he stopped
the raspberries, he gave me the claw.  It was a good thing for him that the
neighbors were accustomed to hearing me hollering for him to stop mixed
with my giggling.

"OWWWW! OOOHHHH, GAAAHHHDDDD, NO! Uncle Ray, NO! .  Please, stop!"  My
pleading wasn't helped by my giggling.  Finally, he did stop and pulled my
arms down next to my sides.  I had to gasp for breath and try to stop
giggling.  I took a deep breath and gave him the angriest look I could
muster.

"Ooohhhh, pooor, poooor, little boy," He teased.  I couldn't help it; I
broke into another laughing fit.  While I was still laughing, I wrapped
both legs around him and held on.  He put both hands behind my shoulders
and lifted me.  When he did, I wrapped both arms around his neck and buried
my face in his neck.

"Love you," he whispered into my ear.  He wasn't going to get by that
easily.  I pushed away from him while he still held me.

"That wasn't nice!  You hurt sometimes."  The only sympathy I got that time
was a love pop on my butt while he told me to finish the car.  He was going
to gather up his tools and take a shower.  So much for instantaneous sex.

By the time he came back I'd finished washing the car, dried it off, put it
back in the garage and closed the gates.  I was swimming in the pool; au
natural, of course.  He joined me and I rode his back while he swam the
length of the pool a few times.  It was an old game we played.  I held onto
his shoulders while he swam underwater.  When we first started, I was too
little to hold my breath long enough to go a full length.  In time, I grew
in both size and strength enough to last the full length of the pool.  I
would swear we didn't make as many laps as we used to; he swore it was just
my imagination.

When he sat on the chaise, I straddled his lap.  As always, he put his
hands behind me and rubbed my back.  I always leaned forward and gave him a
kiss on the cheek or side of his neck.  This time, after I kissed him on
the neck, I started playing with his nips.

"I need to ask ya somethin'," I stated simply.  "What's a train fuck?"

"A train fuck or a chain fuck?"

"Train fuck, I think."

"A train fuck is where somebody gets tied down.  It could be by just their
hands, but usually both hands and feet.  Then everybody else around gets to
fuck them.  It's one after the other until everybody's had a turn.
Sometimes they go for a second or third round.  A chain fuck is when you
have four or more guys.  They're trying to fuck one another all at the same
time.  Usually, those situations are a disaster because you can't get a
rhythm going.  What kind of kinky stuff did you get into at the camp?  You
didn't get involved with that kind of stuff, did you?"  I could tell by the
look on his face and the tone of voice he was serious; he wasn't playing or
teasing at the moment.  Was he?

"No, I didn't do any of that.  But the train fuck sounds like it could be
exciting if they weren't mean about it.  But I can't tell ya what we did.
They made me take an oath not ta tell and if I do I'd be punished.  The
punishment was a train fuck, or worse."  He just looked at me and laughed a
little.

"Boy, what am I going to do with you?"

"Love me," I answered.  "You know what?  I came home with some plans for
tonight; just you and me.  We played some games down there, but I can't
tell ya what, but I came home horny, horny, and more horny.  I've been
thinkin' how you used to give me powder rubs and how good they felt.  I can
remember when you laid me on my back and lifted my butt in your lap, and
then you stuffed me.  I wanna get stuffed tonight, and stuffed real good.
But I got plans now, too.  Close your eyes."  I brushed the palm of my hand
lightly over his eyes; he closed them.

I bathed his neck and tongued his ear.  One hand on a shoulder, the other
twisting a nip.  His breathing said it felt good.  I worked one side of his
neck and as I moved over, I stopped and we kissed.  He let my tongue slip
in and I sucked as hard as I could.  This wasn't hard and rough; this was
loving and gentle.  It felt nice to give to him; I would take later.  I
moaned into his mouth and exhaled; he squirmed even more.  Then I felt him
play with my butt and massage my cheeks.  A hand slipped down to lightly
caress my thigh.  I whimpered.

We continued to make out on the chaise.  He relaxed and let me do what I
wanted.  His nipples tasted good.  I chewed a little and heard him take a
sharp breath between clenched teeth; then I suckled.  Eventually, I worked
my way down to his most private part.  Teasing him, I kissed around the
base and licked his sac.  Holding his rod, I rubbed it over the side of my
face.  With light kisses and slight licks, I moved the rod to the other
side.  Finally, I teased the head with the tip of my tongue and by putting
only the head in my mouth.  In and out, inch by inch, I slicked it up with
my saliva and let it slide in.  When it touched the back of my throat, I
swallowed. He tensed and I waited.  I took a breath, held it, and I pushed
it all the way in; my throat muscles did the rest.  The guys down at the
camp called that a cum snack, you could have it with or without nuts.

When he finished feeding me, he pulled me up and looked me straight in the
eyes.  His eyes sparkled with joy.  Slowly, we both closed our eyes and he
kissed me.  His tongue entered and cleaned my mouth.  He pulled me up
slowly, making love to every inch that passed his mouth.  Half on my knees,
my hands propped on top of the chaise, I entered his mouth.  His finger
played in my crack and massaged my sac; the twins were delighted.  I
whimpered and moaned with pleasure.  I had face-fucked and been face-
fucked several times over the weekend.  This wasn't one of the boys.  His
love for me, his protection and caring, gave this a whole new dimension.
It was slow and easy until I was beyond the point of holding off any
longer.  He milked me for everything I had and then pulled me down into his
secure embrace.

He waited till we both came down from our sexual highs and relaxed on the
chaise for a few minutes.  It was nice to lie in his arms, feeling the warm
sun, and saying nothing.  We stayed that way until my stomach growled.  I
knew he hadn't pulled anything out for supper and neither of us had lunch.
We decided to go for barbeque; sex can make a guy hungry.  He asked for a
special booth we knew about in the corner.  That meant he was going to
order a beer and I'd get a taste.

We had one of the all-you-can-eat dinners for two.  That's all I needed,
especially with my plans for that night.  But there was no way I could
resist those beans; man were they ever good.  I'd just have to deal with
the side effects later.  What I enjoyed most about the day, the meal and
that night was that it was just the two of us.  No plans, no time
schedules, no projects; just the two of us.

"Uncle Ray, did you hear Donny say somethin' 'bout seein' us tomorrow?  At
first, I thought it was just one of those things you say when you're sayin'
goodbye, but I don't think so."

"We'll see him tomorrow, along with his dad.  Evidently, they didn't say
anything to you about their plans."  I gave him my classic 'duh' look' I
didn't know what was going on.  "Donny and his dad are going to meet us at
your new house tomorrow morning about ten.  We're going to pull all the
wood-work down, measure it out, and buy new trim.  We'll use the old pieces
as templates for the new pieces.  The big difference will be that the old
pieces are painted white, the new pieces will be stained to match the new
floor.  You and Donny are going to remove all the switch and wall plates.
Donny's dad is going to check the room and closets and install any new
lights you may need."

"Wow!  That sounds neat.  Donny said he'd help me wire in for stereo if we
wanted it; and, assuming my dad doesn't bitch about it."

"Hey, kiddo, what'd I tell you about using that kind of language regarding
your dad?  I'm serious.  You may not like a lot of the decisions he makes,
but you need to realize we don't always know the whole story.  Okay?"

"Yes, sir.  I didn't mean to be disrespectful. But, Uncle Ray, you know how
he is.  If I say we'd like ta have stereo speakers, all of a sudden it
becomes a major project and nobody can say or do anything but him.  Why
can't it just be simple?"  Then I got that look again and knew to shut up.
Suddenly, what was a perfect day and supper was going the wrong way so I
tried to change the subject.  "When are we going to paint the room?"

"I thought we'd try it next weekend.  With luck, we can get it painted and
begin installing the new floor on Saturday and finish up on Sunday.  That's
assuming you and Larry get the trim pieces stained this week.  Keep in mind
that the staining is not a one night thing.  You'll have to do a little
each day when you get home from school."

"That's no sweat, but, can we not talk about that now.  I was enjoyin' it
bein' just the two of us today.  I don't wanna hafta think about leavin'
right now.  Pleeeaase?"

"What would my boy like to do for the rest of the evening?  It's your
night."  Perfect!  Just what I wanted.  My smile told him I had something
in mind.  He just looked at me and shook his head.

"Here's the plan."  I lowered my voice to almost a whisper.  There were
some things people sitting close by didn't need to hear.  "We'll get
comfortable in the big chair and just watch something until it's dark.
After dark, there'll be no lights, maybe a candle or two, and some music.
We get another bath and I get REAL clean.  When you get comfortable in your
chair, I'm going to find a good spot and you get to pamper me for the rest
of the night."

"I 'get to pamper' you for the rest of the night?  Should I feel thankful
for this privilege?"

"You might want to, after I show ya a new trick I learned."  I answered,
grinning with mischief from ear to ear.

                                                 ****

The telephone rang just as the show we were watching was going off.  I
could tell by the conversation that it was Ben's mom asking about keeping
Larry or bringing him home.  Uncle Ray said he could stay the night and
then invited Ben to come stay the next night.  When Uncle Ray looked at me
I just shrugged my shoulders.  I didn't care if he stayed with us so long
as I had that night alone with Uncle Ray.  Somewhere during the
conversation they settled on Ben's mom bringing them to the new house
before noon on Monday.  While they talked, I turned off the television and
started running water in the tub.

One of the issues I had to deal with was to be sure I was properly clean
for Uncle Ray to give me all the pampering he wanted to.  Sometimes eating
barbeque didn't always agree with me, so I had a real concern.  This time
though, my body cooperated and the excess moved through the system in a
nice way.  While Uncle Ray talked on the phone I started taking care of
those very personal matters.  Within a few minutes he walked in and gave me
a little help before we got in the tub.

"You know, it seems to me I was just in this tub earlier today.  Do you
really think we need to do this again?"

"Yeah.  Remember, you said it was my night," I reminded him. "Besides, this
helps us relax and get in the right mood."

"Should I ask what mood it is we need to get into?"

"Uncle Ray, you're not bein' nice.  You know what mood.  You know what else
I want?  'Member the rubdowns you used to give me?  I want one of those,
then we'll see what happens from there; maybe a surprise."  I looked up and
smiled at him.  "It's been a long time since I've been really pampered."

He leaned back against the tub and I straddled his lap, facing him.
Gently, he placed a hand behind my neck and pulled me into him.  I lay my
head on his shoulder with my face buried in his neck; he smelled good.
There was always something special about the feel of our skin rubbing
together when we were wet.  He used his hand to bring the water up to my
shoulders and pour it down my back.  He bathed just as he had done for so
many years and it felt even better than the time before.

It was nice when he bathed me because he teased me at the same time.  His
fingers traveled lightly down my crack.  I could feel him chuckle each time
he realized that his teasing made my whole body shiver.  I liked to lay
there with him.  As he pampered me, I could reach out occasionally and kiss
him gently on the neck or nibble on his ear; that made shivers run through
him and I chuckled.  After a few minutes I was limp as a rag doll.  He
leaned me back and with his hand behind me to give support, he washed my
hair.  I floated in the water with my eyes closed and let my mind and body
drift in a blissful state.  When he finished my hair, he palmed water over
my chest and stomach.  Again, the fingers traveled down to tease my
sensitive areas.

Still floating and with my eyes closed, he maneuvered me so he could stand
up.  I could tell when he stepped out of the tub, but I continued to float.
Soon, his arms slid under me and he lifted me out and stood me in front of
him while he dried me.  I was being pampered; I was being spoiled.  It was
nice, real nice.  When I heard a cabinet door open and close and then a
drawer to do the same, I knew what was coming.  He cradled me in his arms
and carried me into the family room.  I tried to stay as limp as possible;
well, most of me.  God, this was great!  When he set me down on the ottoman
and I heard him sit in his chair, I couldn't help it; I opened my eyes a
little and smiled.  He pulled me up to straddle his lap.

We were back to when it all started.  I sat on my knees, straddling his
lap, and could feel him bring his legs up.  With his feet propped on the
ottoman, his legs formed a bed for me to lie on.  Holding me close to his
chest he whispered in my ear how nice I smelled and how soft my skin felt.
Two fingers ran slowly up and down my back.  Two fingers lightly ran over
the outline of my cheeks and then traveled down to tease my crack and
treasure hole.  Shivers ran through me and I began to whimper and squirm.

When he lay me back, he pushed my arms to the side and let them hang
naturally.  My head bobbed and rolled with the whimpers and deep breaths.
Again, two fingers began to travel up and down my front and sides.  Slowly
they moved; my skin became very sensitive and I whimpered like his little
wet puppy.  A finger outlined a nipple, then the fingernail bisected the
nipple; a sharp breath from the sensation.  A finger tickled the valley
between scrotum and thigh; another deep breath.  A fingernail traced the
outline under the glan; a cry of pleasure.  Two hands rested under my back
and lifted me so his warm, wet tongue could bathe my chest.  When he lay me
down again, a thumb massaged the entry to my treasure.  His pace was
steady; he never hurried.  He teased me into a sexual delirium where I
whimpered and whined my pleasures to him.

When he carried me to bed, he lay me on my back.  The bed rocked as he lay
down with me.  I was totally relaxed, except for one part that was very
important to all males.  He crawled on top of me, propped on his elbows and
lying between my legs.  His warm breath flowed over the side of my face.  I
opened my eyes and smiled.  He bent down and kissed me on the forehead and
then the end of my nose.  He looked at me again and smiled for a moment
before he bent down and caressed my neck and ears with his tongue.  Before
he finished, every nerve in my body had been set on fire.  There was only
one person who could ever make me feel this way and I loved it.  His puppy?
Yes.  His boy?  Absolutely!  My warrior?  No doubt!  Eat your heart out,
Sparta boy.

He rolled me on my stomach and I felt him suckle at the back of my knees.
My reactions were now just one continuous moan or whimper, interrupted only
by sharp breaths that begged him to continue.  His tongue licked, stabbed
and flicked its way up my crack and then back down.  He dove down to the
perineum and licked the back of my sac.  I spread my legs as wide as I
could.  Gently, slowly he worked his way up my back while his fingertips
played with the back of my thighs.  He pushed me into another world where
only he and I existed and I was there for him to do whatever he pleased.
When he reached my neck, he lay next to me and pulled me on top of him.

I lay there, squirming and waiting for whatever he wanted to do to me.  I
knew he wasn't finished but I didn't know what to expect next; it didn't
matter.  His fingers ran through my hair and he whispered how it was angel
soft.  He told me how fresh and vibrant I smelled.  He took my head in his
palms and told me how beautiful a boy I was and our lips touched.  I melted
into him.  His taste sent renewed shock-waves through my body.  As we
kissed I felt the middle finger of his right hand travel down the crack and
begin to massage my hole.  I whimpered into his mouth, but I didn't pull
away.  As his finger put pressure on my hole, his tongue put pressure on my
lips.  Both opened without resistance.  I didn't know which felt better;
they both sent messages of pure pleasure through my mind.  After a few
minutes, during which his finger never stopped massaging me, he broke our
kiss.

"Just lay there and relax," He whispered.  "I'm loosening my boy up.  Soon
I'll enter you and you'll experience something I've never done for you
before."

He promised something new.  There was no apprehension, only excitement and
anticipation.  One finger moved in a circle to open me, then two.  With two
fingers in me he moved them in a scissors motion, stretching the sides.
With everything I did that weekend at the camp I probably could have taken
him with no trouble, but this felt too good.  A third finger entered and
they moved in deeper.  I jumped and grabbed him around the neck as he
stroked my prostate.  The fingers left me; I felt empty.  Then, the fingers
came back and I could feel the lubricant.  He continued the massage.

"Okay, do you think you're ready?  I've been working you for almost an
hour."  My only response was to hug him.  "I want you to slide onto the bed
and lay about three-quarters of the way on your stomach.  I'll show you
something you won't learn at Sparta-boy training camp."

I did exactly as he said.  My plan for the night had been to have hot and
furious sex with him.  He turned the evening into passionate pampering of
me.  I wanted to milk him with my new skills.  He decided to show me love.
One of his legs parted my legs.  His hand reached down and spread my
cheeks.  I could feel his rod, hard and stiff.  The heat his member
generated sent my level of desire higher and higher.  I wanted him.  I
wanted him his way.  His right hand slipped under my cheek and lifted my
head to rest on the crook of his left arm.  The right hand returned to my
cheek and I felt him lining up to enter me.  I tried pushing back, I wanted
him.  He told me to lie still and just enjoy the feelings.

As his head broke through the sphincter, his tongue entered my ear and his
fingers pinched a nipple.  I inhaled and whimpered.  My hole was burning,
my ear tingled and my nipple ached.  My body began to convulse in every
direction, wanting more of whatever he was doing.  He told me to push out
and when I did, he thrust into me.  I cried out.  I don't know if it was
pleasure or pain, or both.  It felt magnificent.  We lay there with him
rubbing my stomach.  I twisted my head, subconsciously, and he kissed me.
He thrust again, I cried out again as I felt the heat of our two bodies
merge.  I was fully impaled.  His hips ground against me and moved in a
circle.  I thought I was loosened up, and maybe I was.  The sensations I
felt were unbelievable.  He was right, this was all new.

He hooked my leg, held me fast and, then, he pulled my leg down and back,
stretching me.  His left arm came over my chest and pulled me into him.  He
arched his back, stretching me.  This new position gave me new and even
more incredible sensations.  I was his whimpering boy.

"AAAAGGGGGHHHH!! . . .ohhhhh gaahhhhdd! . . .fuck! . . more . .fuck me
harder .  .harder . .aaaaggggghhhhh!! . . .aaaaaaaggggghhh!!"  Tears ran
down my face as I pleaded to be stretched and fucked even harder.  I wanted
it; I needed it.  Bad!!

"Fuuuck mmeeee!! . . .haaaarrd!! .  .haaaarrd! . .fuck . .uunnngggghhh!!
. .uunngghh .  .uunngghh . .uunngghh ; ; .AAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!"

My body contracted and stretched with each thrust.  With each thrust he
pulled me harder and further till I thought my joints would pop loose;
still, I begged for more.  A hand held my tackle.  His fingers pressed the
orbs: little finger, third finger, middle finger, first finger.  Then
reversed: first finger, middle finger, third finger, little finger.  He
squeezed and massaged the package while his thumb ran over the
oversensitive head.

"AAAAAHHH!! . .nnooooo . .nnnoooo . .I'm gonna shoot!! . .Uncle Ray!! I'm
gonna shoot!!"  He squeezed and massaged harder until I did shoot.  I shot
so hard that it hurt, and it wouldn't stop.  My insides convulsed and kept
trying to pump out more.  While I cried out and the tears ran down my
cheeks, he continued to thrust in and out, in and out.  I could feel his
pelvis pounding my butt: thump. . .thump . .thump . .BAAMM!!

Even after the twins were milked for all they had, he kept going and I kept
begging for more.  His left arm moved above my chest to grip my wrists and
pull me harder and farther.  My back followed the arch of his body; he was
bending me backwards now.  No more convulsing, just pulling me back,
pulling me tight while I felt his rod thrusting through my gut and over the
prostate.  Before I realized it, he was massaging my package again, and
again, it felt like I had to shoot.  I cried for mercy; I cried for him to
fuck me harder and harder.

He had one major problem; he was human.  He couldn't last all night.  I
don't know how long he did last, but it was an eternity.  His hand began to
fly up and down my shaft.  It was still sensitive and I cried for him to
stop but to go faster and harder.  Soon, I felt like I was going to cut
loose with another load.  I felt his pace pick up and then become erratic
as he pumped me harder.  He bit down on my shoulder as I yelled my passion
and he began to fill me.  I felt his rod jerk with each shot.  Before he
finished, I shot another load.  He pumped me a few more times and I
tightened my muscles to help milk him dry.

A gentle hand lay over my stomach and pressed me into him.  My head lay in
the crook of his left arm.  He stayed in me; he was still ready for action.
We were both exhausted and tried to catch our breaths.  I held his right
arm over me.  Holding it tight, I kissed the back of his hand.  He
whispered in my ear how much he loved his beautiful boy.  I squeezed the
arm tighter.  After a few minutes I felt his hand reach around me and try
to turn me over.  I turned and lay a leg over his body, an arm around his
chest.  He pulled me up and kissed me on the forehead.

"Love you, boy."  I didn't say anything as tears of love rolled silently
down my cheek.  After a few minutes I rolled my head over and kissed him on
the cheek and whispered in his ear.

"Love you, Uncle Ray.  Love you.  I just got royally fucked! . . . Wanna do
it again?"

End Ch Sixty-Five

To Be Continued: comments welcome; contact Dwight Wilson at
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