Date: Tue, 16 Oct 2007 16:23:55 -0700 (PDT)
From: adm2780 <adm2780@yahoo.com>
Subject: Brads Idol  Chapter Sixty-Eight

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Chapter Sixty-Eight: Brad's Idol

"Good morning," I heard him say as I felt the tip of his finger run lightly
up and down my nose.  He was way, way too happy for that early in the
morning.

"Noooooo," I whimpered, "it's Saturday; we get to sleep in."

I felt his hand reach behind my head and support it as he pulled the arm,
which I had comfortably made my pillow, away from me.  Momentarily, I felt
the pillow slide under my head and him sliding out of bed.  Good, I knew he
was going to let me sleep when I felt the sheet pulled up over my shoulder.
I didn't quite make it back to a sound sleep when I heard him come back
into the room.  When I felt the sheet shift behind me I knew he was up to
something, but I played possum.  Then he did it!  What happened to how you
wake someone influences their attitude for the day?  He put some crushed
ice on the inside of my thigh!

"AHHHH!  Ohhh, GOD!"  I jumped up and my side let me know it.  "Stop!
Stop!"  He put his arms around me and held me in a sitting position.
"Uncle Ray, this isn't fair!  Oh, God, nooooo," I whined.  "Now guess what
you did."  I tried to act mad but I couldn't help but laugh because it felt
so weird.

"What?" he asked so innocently.  Yeah, innocently, uh-huh.

"That was ice you put on my leg.  What happened to rubbing my back to wake
me?  Besides, now the bed feels like I wet it.  Yuk!"  Instead of saying
anything, he just held me closer and patted my head.  "I'm hurt.  You're
supposed to feel sorry for me and give me sympathy."  Then I got a
raspberry, a wet one, in the side of my neck; then another one and another
one.

"Stooop. Stop ..stop..stop.. you're getting me all slobbery wet," I tried
to tell him between the giggles.  As usual, he didn't listen but started
gnawing on my ear.

"Uncle Ray, I'm not supposed to do any work.  Doctor's orders, remember?"
It was impossible to make a good play for sympathy when he kept gnawing at
my ear and playing with me.

"Uncle Ray's orders: you want a nice room in the new house, let's go.  We
can get it done this weekend and then there will still be a couple of
weekends to enjoy or we can goof off this weekend and work next week-end
too.  Your choice, but I'm meeting Paul and Donny in one hour.  You need to
get Larry moving, too."

Of course, there really wasn't any choice.  If I decided to stay in bed
he'd be disappointed and my whole day would be miserable.  Accepting
defeat, I got up and headed to Larry's room to get him moving.  Normally
you could count on Ben and Larry being together for the weekend.  Either
Ben was at our house, or Larry was at Ben's.  Uncle Ray had told Larry he
should help with the room plus Uncle Ray wanted to spend some time with us
before we had to leave.

"Lar, get up.  Uncle Ray says we gotta go over to the other house and
work."  Ben was laying on his side, hugging a pillow.  This wasn't unusual
for him because he usually liked to lay like that but with somebody behind
him.  When I pulled the sheet off him, I got a surprise.

"What's this?  What the . . .," I didn't have to finish the question to
know he had the vibrating plug stuck in him and the control was lying on
the bed.  I just turned the switch to high.

"HEY!  STOP!  Turn that thing down!"  At the time I would have bet that his
whole body cleared the bed by at least two feet.  Trying to reach for the
cord and control, he got himself all tangled up and made matters worse; or
in his case, it might have been better.  The fact that I just stood there
holding the control and laughing my butt off didn't help his situation.

"Hey, you always said you liked getting your butt tickled.  I was just
tryin' ta help."  Just then Uncle Ray decided to check in on all the
commotion.

"What are you two up to now?" He asked as he walked in.  Then he saw the
cord coming out of Larry's butt and took the control from me.  "Larry, have
you been sleeping with this thing in you?"  I thought it was obvious but I
guess you have to start somewhere.  Uncle Ray sat on the side of the bed
and lifted Larry into a sitting position.  Before he could say anything to
Larry, Larry started.

"Uncle Ray, it was Brad's fault.  He came in here, grabbed the control and
pushed the thing up to high while I was sleepin'.  I didn't know what had
gotten me."  He used the most pathetic 'woe is me' tone that was an obvious
play for sympathy.  He needed more practice.

"Well, you were both wrong.  He was wrong for pushing it too high and
surprising you like that.  You were wrong for sleeping with this thing
stuck in you and turned on.  This is a toy, but you could hurt yourself
with it.  What would you do if it shorted out?"

"Same thing he did when I turned it on high," I laughed.  "You should have
seen him jump."  Then I got 'the look' from Uncle Ray.  "Sorry, I was just
playin' with 'im.  I wouldn't deliberately hurt him."  He still gave me the
look.

"Okay, funny boy, how would you like to wear this thing all day?  Want to
try for today?"  The tone in his voice made me wonder if he was teasing.

"Uncle Ray!?  Gimme a break.  I was just funnin' with 'im!  I said I was
sorry.  What more can I do?"  When both Uncle Ray and Larry gave me a
'let's get even' look, I did what any intelligent person would do; I ran.

                                                 ****

Donny and his dad pulled up to the new house just as we were unloading
Uncle Ray's truck.  After the usual greetings, Donny helped us move all the
new trim pieces into the garage.  We used a painter's tarp to cover the
floor and bricks to elevate the pieces.  While I was down, and mostly out
with my ribs, Uncle Ray showed Larry how to stain all the pieces.  All that
remained to be done was to put a clear coat over the new pieces and they
would be ready to install at the right time.  Since the trim pieces were
near the floor and there was only one of us that had trouble reaching over
their head, guess who got the job of finishing the pieces.  Actually, I
really didn't mind and did appreciate the work Larry had already put into
them.

When Uncle Ray asked us what kind of finish we wanted on the wood, he
started a twenty minute debate.  The first thing we had to do was explain
to Larry the difference between matte, semi-gloss and high-gloss finishes.
Initially, two out of five agreed, then it became four out of five; we
didn't try for a unanimous decision I wasn't sure why we were trying to get
everyone to agree; there were only two of us that had to live in the room.
Interestingly, it was Larry and I that couldn't agree.  I wanted semi-gloss
and he wanted high-gloss, but stopped arguing when everyone else said semi.
When the decision was made, Uncle Ray reached behind the truck seat and
pulled out a quart of semi-gloss clear-coat.

"Uncle Ray, why did we just spend twenty minutes trying to agree on a
finish if you'd already bought semi-gloss.?"

"I was hoping you and Larry might agree on a semi-gloss finish.  If you
settled on something else I was prepared to convince you otherwise.
Actually, the semi-gloss finish will look nice and it's easier to keep
clean."  He answered me and looked at me like the whole thing should have
been perfectly obvious.  I didn't think I would ever understand some of the
things adults did.

Uncle Ray and the others went inside to paint the room.  He told me he had
picked up a second color and I'd have to look at it when he was ready.
Larry and I picked out a dark leaf or forest green.  Uncle Ray picked out a
grayish-green he said was moss green.  He painted the inside part of the
front wall of the closet for us to see.  After we looked, Larry and I were
going to have a moss green room.

When the strips were all laid out, the job didn't look as though it would
be difficult.  I figured I'd be finished with the finish coat before they
finished painting the room.  How difficult could it be to spread a coat of
clear polyurethane on a few strips of wood?  It wasn't, then I looked
behind me and saw the closet doors, they were louvered.  Each louver had to
be coated, let the whole thing dry, and then flip it over and do the back.
The doors took longer than all the other pieces put together and required
two coating sessions.  I would have been better off inside painting, hurt
side or no.

Uncle Ray came out just as I was finishing the last door; it was time to
make a lunch run.  He asked me if I wanted to ride with him, which
translated to he wanted to talk.  It wasn't any big deal except he wanted
Larry and me to understand that we would take Donny and Mr. Paul out to
dinner to show our appreciation for their help and it was to be just the
three of us at home.  Actually, I liked the idea and I thought Larry did
too.  During lunch, Donny showed me what he and his dad did by installing
recessed lights in the closest that would turn on and off with a switch
mounted in the door frame.  They also mounted recessed lights over the area
where our desks would go; neat.  After lunch, we began laying the floor.

We used a floating floor similar to the floors we had laid in the
apartments several months earlier.  Neither Larry nor Donny had done this
before, so I got to be the teacher- supervisor.  Mr. Paul took the
measurements while Uncle Ray operated the table saw.  The initial slow-down
came when Larry wanted to argue over whether to run the boards the length
of the room or the width of the room.  He was correct when he said it would
be easier and faster to run the length of the room.  I tried to get him to
understand that by running the length of the room, the room would look
longer and narrower.  Running the width of the room made it look wider and
bigger.  After he shrugged his shoulders for the fourth time, I just laid
out some boards and let him see for himself.  We ran the boards the width
of the room.

"Brad, you plan on goin' to the Halloween dance at school?" Donny asked me
while we were on our knees laying boards.

"Don't know.  After the last dance, I'm not anxious to repeat any more
problems and create any more problems." I answered while I shrugged my
shoulders.  "Besides, I don't know what to wear.  Do most of the kids dress
up in a costume?"

"Yeah, it's a rule.  No costume, no entry.  They also give out prizes for
the best costume."

"Yeah?  What kinda costumes' been winnin'?"

"Last year, four guys got together and dressed like one of those rock'n
roll groups from the sixties; you know, like from when your uncle and my
dad were teenagers."

"Oh, God," I interrupted, "have you seen the clothes they wore back then.
Dorky, and I mean double-dorky.  Did the guys dress like that in jeans with
the cuffs turned up and plaid shirts with button-down collars, tucked in no
less?"

"Noooo.  Nothin' like that.  They wore tuxedos.  All of 'em wore black
pants and bright blue shirts that looked like they were covered in sequins.
Those shirts wee so loud you could see them through closed doors.  When it
was time to judge the costumes they stood up front together and somebody
played a song called "Get Ready".  The guys lip-synced the words.  I don't
remember the name of the group.  It was something like "The Temps" or
something like that."

"Hey, Uncle Ray!"  I hollered out the window.  "What singing group recorded
Get Ready"?

"The Temptations.  Why?" was the immediate answer.

"See.  Just ask an old-timer."  Donny and I both broke up laughing; both
knowing how Uncle Ray would react if he heard me.

We got most of the floor in that afternoon.  We didn't finish because Uncle
Ray forgot to bring the jigsaw to cut pieces to go around the doors.
Before leaving, we all chipped in and the clear coat was put on the back
side of the closet doors.  We figured we could have the whole project
finished the next day.  Rather than going home and cleaning up, we just
headed for the barbeque place for supper.

During dinner Donny, Larry and I sat at one end of the table while Uncle
Ray and Mr.  Paul sat at the other end.  We had our conversation going
while they had theirs.  During the conversation, Donny and I both heard
Uncle Ray and his dad say something about a trip.  We didn't know anything
about a trip.  Unfortunately, we couldn't get Larry to stop talking long
enough so we could eavesdrop enough to find out what was happening.

                                                 ****

"Brad, you hear Uncle Ray say somethin' 'bout a trip?"  When we got home
Uncle Ray said he had to write some checks and for me and Larry to go ahead
and get cleaned up.  This was not the way we usually did things.  He and I
usually got in the Jacuzzi tub together and he pampered me which always led
to other things.  Since I'd been hurt, we hadn't done much at all, at
least, not early enough.

"Yeah, Donny and I both heard 'em talkin'. Unfortunately, one member of the
group wouldn't shut-up long enough for us to find out what was happenin'."

"Well, why don't ya just go ask him?"

"'Cause I'm guessin' that he'll tell us when he wants us to know.  That's
assuming it even has anything to do with us.  Remember, we're supposed to
leave before long.  Suppose it's about him takin' us back early?  If it is,
I don't wanna know."  With that thought, my mood seemed to go down.

"I got an idea."  I just looked at Larry.  Some of his ideas could be
pretty lame, others weren't too bad.  "Why don't we tease him some tonight;
you know, try to get him horny and all.  Maybe he'll just pop up and tell
us."

"I don't know if he'll just tell us, but I can handle the horny part.  Ever
since my ribs got messed up it's been mostly me and five-fingered Mary.
It'd be real nice to play some tonight; it's been a while since it was
three of us, too."  I commented with a sly grin and enjoyed the vision
running through my head.

"Oh yeah, and here's what we'll do^Å.."

                                                 ****

While Larry and I played in the big tub, I had heard the shower running in
another bathroom.  I knew that Uncle Ray would be sitting in his big chair
and be comfortable, which was a nice way of saying he wasn't wearing any
clothes.  After our bath, I wore my special cut jogging shorts and tube
socks.  I had rolled the waist-band of the shorts in which caused them to
ride a little lower.  They were low enough that if I'd been outside I would
have gotten more than a few stares.  I also pulled them up a little tighter
in the crotch to emphasize the goodies.

I slinked into the family room, smiled at him and then turned my back.
Placing my feet about shoulder width apart, I used two fingers on each hand
to bounce my cheeks.  They didn't bounce together, but alternated.  After a
few flips with the fingers I worked the glutes to really get two of the
nicest looking, well-tanned and talented bubbles bouncing in rhythm.  I
even managed to get a little circular motion going to entice him even more.

"Just what do you think you're doing, kiddo?"  I could hear the laughter in
his voice.

"I'm showin' ya my butt.  You like?"  I kept the bubbles bouncing until he
was really laughing.

"What are you laughing for?  I've got a nice butt and it takes practice to
control the bubbles like that.  You should be happy that I'd do that for
you."  He held out his arms and I walked over and straddled one leg.

"And, do you mind telling me why we are putting on this little show?"

"'Cause I've been neglected and I just thought maybe it'd give you some
ideas how we could play games tonight.  You know I've been sick.  I've been
sufferin' from a bad case of ragin' hormones.  Besides, you were mean this
morning and I think you owe me a nice butt scratchin'.  That'd be a good
attitude adjustment."

"Oh, really?'  POP!  Instead of scratching my butt, he popped me!

"Hey!  I didn't deserve that.  That stings!  I said the scratchin' would be
a good attitude adjustment, not a pop."  I protested and added a well
rehearsed pout. "You need to rub it a lot now."  I laid my head on his
shoulder while he gently rubbed my stinging cheek and told him he needed to
call Larry.

"Larry, hey kid!  What are you up to?"

I don't know which was funnier, the way Larry looked or the look on Uncle
Ray's face when he saw Larry.  Larry came out, really exaggerating the
stride in his steps.  He was wearing the sash from his white bathrobe
wrapped around his waist, hanging real low, and with the two ends trailing
down the crack in his butt.  He had a white hand towel tucked into the
front of the sash like a loin cloth.  I had no idea where he got the chain
around his neck with one end hanging about half way down his stomach,
almost touching his navel.  He stood in front of us and started doing one
of those dances a lady from the mid-east would do for a sheik.  That kid
knew how to bounce his hips!  We laughed and it was hard not to keep
watching him.  When he started turning and throwing the hip nearest us out,
we just about split a seam.  He was pretty good.  Uncle Ray held an arm out
to him and Larry came over and straddled the other leg.

"Larry, do I really want to ask where you learned to do that?"

"I learned it from television.  This lady was on one of those early morning
talk shows and was showing people how to do it.  I just copied her and with
some practice . . .well, it just kinda worked out."

"Now, I know the two of you well enough to know that you didn't do this
just to put on a little show."

"You got it," was all the answer I gave him before moving in and attacking
his neck.  First, I just kissed him there and then I began to nibble and
suck a little.  When he tilted his head to his right, he bounced into Larry
echoing my moves.  I heard him inhale sharply through clenched teeth and
tilt his head back while my leg found its way between his thighs and I
slowly began to hump into him.  Larry repeated each move I made.

Abstinence definitely made everything tastier, or we were hornier than
usual.  Uncle Ray always had chewy ear lobes and putting a tongue in his
ear was always good for a few moans and sharp breaths.  I could tell that
Larry was having a good time eating the other side of his neck and, after a
few minutes, began working his way down to a nipple.  He worked hard enough
on the nipple that you would think he believed he could actually suck some
juice out.  If nothing else, Uncle Ray was probably going to have a raw nip
in the morning.

Uncle Ray didn't just sit back and take it either.  He slumped down in the
chair a little to give us better access to the good parts while his hands
stayed busy.  I did more than my share of whimpering while he held the
twins firmly and rolled them around.  He'd squeeze so hard I'd whimper from
the pain, then suddenly let go and lightly tease my perineum.  More than
one finger found its way to the entrance to my treasures and tickled the
opening.  When he tickled I tried pushing out and down to get his finger in
me, but he always pulled back enough to keep in contact but not push in; he
enjoyed frustrating me.

When Larry shifted down on Uncle Ray's leg a little, I straddled his
stomach.  Sitting up on my knees, I was in perfect alignment to draw his
mouth to my sensitive nips and let him bathe them.  While tongue and teeth
worked over one nip, a hand was busy pinching and twisting the other nip.
Normal breathing was completely gone as I drew sharp breaths through
clenched teeth.  His other hand stayed busy around my package and didn't do
anything to relieve the building tension.

Larry stayed behind me and straddled Uncle Ray.  When his skin touched me
it felt like a hot iron.  He leaned in on my shoulder; I could feel his
breath flow across my neck.  He told me to sit up a little.  I sat up,
knowing what he was about to do.  Uncle Ray moaned his pleasure over my
nipple as Larry dropped down to swallow Uncle Ray's pole.  He took it all
down in one gulp which showed how much he practiced with Ben.  I could feel
Larry's hair move up and down on the lower part of my back and the upper
area of my cheeks.  The feeling only intensified my need and desire.  Soon,
I felt two warm palms on my cheeks and knew it was Larry.  He sat up and
whispered in my ear.

"I'm going down."

I knew exactly what he meant; we talked earlier about what he always wanted
to do, but was afraid I would get mad.  I understood how he felt and had
often wondered what it would be like to do a three-some like we were
enjoying.  When I told Larry I wouldn't get mad if he could get Uncle Ray
to take him he smiled.  I explained that there was a big difference between
fucking for the fun of sex, and passion.  I was willing to share the fun,
but the passion was mine; this was a one boy show.

Putting a hand on my shoulder to balance himself, I could tell he shifted
his weight and position.  We had both prepared ourselves after our bath and
came in ready to go all the way.  Larry whispered he was ready and I felt
him just drop down on Uncle Ray, fully impaling himself.  I felt the sudden
expulsion of air as he absorbed the thrust and then whimpered with delight.
I had held Uncle Ray's head close to my chest.  When Uncle Ray realized it
wasn't me impaled on his pole, he pulled his head back and looked at me.  I
told him that Larry had been wanting this for a long time and gave him my
best pleading look.

Two large hands gripped my cheeks and lifted me.  My pleasure pole felt a
moist warmth that caused me to toss my head back and moan.  I positioned my
knees to support me and felt his fingernails rake my cheeks and the back of
my thighs; only the thumb raked upwards and moved to the sides so he
gripped the upper part of my thighs.  A finger began the tortuous, teasing
path inside my crack to play with the entrance to my treasure.  Each finger
pulled the lips sideways and then pushed them together, rubbing them up and
down.  Each time the fingers invaded the entrance, they moved in a little
deeper and pulled a little harder.  The sensations around my love chute
combined with the warm suction on my hole to keep me in moaning and
whimpering my pleasures.  Just as I drew in a sharp breath, I felt a finger
invade me hard and deep.  I cried out.

Larry did his own share of whimpering and moaning.  He kept repeating
"ooohhhh . .  .ooohhhh" to no one in particular.  I turned my head to see
that he lay backwards and rested on Uncle Ray's legs.  His hands gripped
Uncle Ray's legs and pulled and pushed him on the invading pole.  Larry had
a good rhythm going and didn't show any signs of stopping any time soon.
While I watched Larry and grinned at him and from my own pleasures, I felt
a second finger literally ram itself into me.  I jumped and both hands
grabbed a fistful of his hair as I pulled him into me.  His fingers flexed
like scissors and I again cried out and whimpered my pleasures, begging for
more.  Soon, I used the two handfuls of his hair to piston him up and down
my pole while I began to thrust and meet his movements.

Caring only about my own pleasures and wanting more.  I began to fuck his
face, hard.  The harder I pumped into his mouth the harder he stretched and
pumped my treasure hole.  He found my prostate and was unmerciful with his
massaging action.  I was going out of control, crying out my pleasure and
my need.  My own drool was running down my chest as I felt a nibbling on my
butt and someone lightly pinching my thighs.  Soon I was over the edge,
screaming my pleasure with my thirteen year old balls pumping out as much
and as fast as they could.  Covered in sweat, Uncle Ray had to support me
while I regained my breath.

Larry remained impaled on Uncle Ray and was loving it.  I turned around and
again straddled Uncle Ray, settling on my knees.  Larry liked being
controlled; he also liked it rough.  With a firm grip on both wrists, I
pinned his arms behind him, pulling them up to a point where I thought it
had to hurt a little.  It was hard for me to relate pain to sexual
pleasure, but that was his thing.  I was trying to be nice to him and do
what he wanted, but I had trouble knowing whether I really hurt him or made
him feel good.

Attacking his neck with my tongue and biting him I forced him to bend over
backwards.  I attacked his neck, ears and nipples without mercy.  The
harder I went after him the louder he moaned and cried out.  Pulling myself
into him, I controlled his movement on the impaling pole.  When he wanted
to rock hard, I held him and made him beg.  After a few seconds I would
rotate his butt in a circle so the pole stretched his insides and rubbed
his prostate.  I enjoyed making him moan and cry out as much as he enjoyed
having it done to him.

Just as he had asked me to do earlier when we planned this, I showed no
mercy and even growled some like he wanted.  He moaned and whispered,
crying out his pleasure as my teeth sank into his shoulder and then chewed
a nipple.  After a few minutes, he began to rock and jerk out of control.
I could feel his glutes flex and knew he was trying to milk Uncle Ray.
Sometimes I interfered and other times I helped.  Larry enjoyed his own
brand of sexual play.  He liked for me to tell him what a good bitch he was
and how talented his ass was.  I did what he asked and was amazed at how it
brought him so much pleasure.

Sitting there holding him, whispering in his ear about what a nice ass he
had and how he was such a good bitch, with both of us covered in sweat, he
erupted.  Without touching him, just holding his hands behind his back and
forcing them higher and higher while he cried out, he erupted stronger than
I would have ever imagined.  With each shot he cried out and I quickly
realized his cries were also for the feelings in his love chute as Uncle
Ray filled his hole.

Larry fell against me, gasping for breath.  Uncle Ray supported us both
while he also tried to return his breathing to normal.  Uncle Ray pulled me
back against his chest and whispered in my ear.

"Not bad for an old timer, eh?"  I'd been caught, again!

When we were able, we disentangled and all three of us hit the shower.  I
helped Larry clean himself out and he relubed for another round.  The night
was far from over.  We went to bed and had a great time rolling in the
sheets.  We were all over the bed and one another, not to mention all the
different positions we found to be in one hole or another.  It was a great
time, a great threesome.  Late that night I fell asleep spooned into Uncle
Ray, and impaled.

The next morning I woke and looked over at Larry still sound asleep; he was
on Uncle Ray's right side.  Somehow during the night Uncle Ray had pulled
out of me and I worked my way into my normal nest.  I lay there thinking
about all the time I'd spent with him, not just this summer, but through
the years.  I thought about what I knew was going to happen and he wouldn't
be there to rub my back and wake me in the mornings or hold me at night as
I drifted off to sleep.  I looked up at him, his eyes closed and his
morning shadow that always felt like sandpaper on my skin.  I didn't cry,
but the tears began to flow.  I couldn't help it and I didn't try to stop
them as I wondered what would happen.

The tears flowed quietly onto his chest as he pulled me in closer and held
me tight.

End Ch Sixty-Eight