Date: Thu, 25 Oct 2007 15:57:26 -0700 (PDT)
From: adm2780 <adm2780@yahoo.com>
Subject: Brads Idol  Chapter Sixty-Nine

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Chapter Sixty-Nine: Brad's Idol

The room did get finished by noon the next day.  We were up early and met
Donny and Mr. Paul at the house.  Donny crawled around in the attic
dropping wires for his dad.  By the time he came down he looked like he'd
been swimming in hi clothes.  Actually, he was swimming, just in his own
sweat.  Uncle Ray used his jig to finish the floor and we mounted all the
trim.  Larry, sometimes know as Skinny Minnie, was the only one small
enough to get into the front corners of the closet to finish the trim
inside.  The base molding was mine, while Uncle Ray did around the doors
and hung blinds.  When we finished we had a nice looking room.  Every-body
started talking about how we were going to decorate the room with
skateboards hanging on the walls and pictures of hot rods and old cars.
When pictures were mentioned, I got an idea of what I wanted to do for
Uncle Ray.

Mr Paul said something to Uncle Ray about Donny's mom and sister declaring
a girl's day out since the two of them were working with us, so Uncle Ray
invited them over for a little cookout and fun.  As soon as I got Donny and
Larry alone I explained to them what I wanted to do and asked Donny to
help.  I knew Uncle Ray had one of the new digital cameras and with the
computer we could do any pictures we wanted without getting into trouble or
worrying about someone reporting us to the law.  During the next several
days we were going to get Uncle Ray's money's worth out of that camera.

As soon as we got to the house, everybody got comfortable.  Uncle Ray
pulled out a couple of beers for him and Mr. Paul; we got cokes.  However,
Uncle Ray did pull out some real nice looking steaks and smothered them in
his own marinade.  Mr. Paul was the salad chef.  Donny, Larry and I did our
part by staying out of the way; we went swimming.

We decided a couple of pictures coming off the diving board were in order.
Larry went first and had to dive three times before we had the right angle
to keep the sun from giving us a hot spot.  I told Donny I was going to try
a "screaming-mimi" dive which required being parallel to the water with
hands and feet splayed in all directions. The trick was to be able to kick
out for good entry into the water without getting hurt.  Not all dives come
off as planned.  I did the first one but missed keeping myself parallel to
the water.  The first dive was more like a swan in distress.  The second
time I did great on the splaying, but missed changing my angle of entry.  I
didn't do a belly-flop, I did a whole-body flop.

Uncle Ray and the doctor had cautioned me on more than one occasion not to
get too cocky with my ribs.  I'd think they were alright when, in reality,
they weren't.  As much as it pained me to admit it, they were both right.
When I hit the water it hurt, I mean it HURT!  The breath went out of me as
I grabbed my side and rolled over to find only water.  I was trying to
breathe, but couldn't.  I had no idea who jumped in the pool then, but I do
remember being carried in Uncle Ray's arms while whimpering about how much
it hurt.  He laid me down on the chaise, on my side.

"Okay, kiddo, cough it all up and spit it out."  He must have said that at
least a dozen times while patting (pounding?) me on the back.  "Take a few
deep breaths and settle down."

"Settle down?" I shot back to him, "you have any idea what my side feels
like?  And, the rest of me stings like crazy."  I looked up to see the rest
of them trying to stifle laughs.  "What's so funny?"

"You," Donny answered, "you should see yourself.  You weren't that red
after spending all day in the sun the first time we went to the camp.  Man,
that had ta hurt."

"It did, and it's not funny!" I snapped back.  I tried to sound upset but I
couldn't keep from laughing myself.  The biggest problem was when I tried
to laugh my side hurt that much more.

"What were you trying to do, Brad?"  Uncle Ray asked, sounding concerned
and more than a little puzzled.  After all, I spent a lot of time in that
pool and coming off that board.  I wasn't exactly a novice.

"I just missed a dive, that's all," I lied.

"Well, suppose you stay off that board for now.  Why don't you just lay
there and rest a few minutes and then you boys go play some pool or
something less harmful to your body?"

Donny and Larry helped set the table and pulled out some music while I lay
on the chaise.  Donny passed me the camera with a thumbs-up sign.  When I
saw the picture I couldn't help but laugh even more.  It was a great
picture, but it looked absolutely dumb.  He caught me about two feet above
the water.  My arms, legs, fingers and toes were stretched out about as far
as they'd go.  I was looking right at the camera with the dumbest
shit-eatin' grin anybody ever saw.  I hope Uncle Ray liked this one 'cause
I sure was paying the price for it.

I tried not to laugh, but couldn't help it.  Each time I laughed it caused
the muscles in my side to tighten which just sent another message of pure
pain to my brain.  I really did hurt.  When Uncle Ray saw me, he got one of
his 'what are you up to' looks.

"What are you laughing at, kiddo?"

"Nothin'; just how dumb I prob'bly looked before I hit the water." I told
him the truth.

"You have no idea, kid.  Believe me, no idea."

"Thanks, love you too."

While I lay on the chaise, Donny and Larry fooled around in the pool.  I
had the camera so I managed to sneak in a few pictures.  We could look at
them later and decide if we wanted to use them.  While I watched them I
started thinking about the first time Uncle Ray let me go skinny dipping.
Actually he really didn't let me go skinny dipping, he picked me up and
threw me in the pool, fully dressed.  They were also the only clothes I had
with me at the time.  I had to strip to au natural while he dried my
clothes.  He told me to think of it as an oversized bathtub.  That was good
enough for a little kid.

I remember how good it felt climbing out of the pool, dripping wet, and
feeling the warm sun on my skin with a slight breeze.  I'd climb on the
diving board and do a cannonball.  As I swam back to the top the water
gliding over my skin felt different, but it was a good kind of different.
I couldn't remember if it was that trip or right after that trip that it
became an automatic thing for me to strip naked as soon as I walked in the
door.  Of course, it wasn't much longer that I started stripping before I
even hit the door.  There's something special about the feeling of freedom
and not ^Å.

"Hey, kiddo, that's an interesting grin you're wearing.  Day dreaming?"

"Huh?"  I was day dreaming.  "Oh, not really, just thinkin'."

"Oh really, care to share?"

"Later, okay?"  These were private thoughts.  I didn't mind sharing them
with him, but that wasn't the right time or place.  "Uncle Ray, my side and
arm keep throbbing."  He just held up his finger, signaling I should stay
where I was and wait.  He went inside and came back in a couple of minutes
with a glass of water, a pill and a towel.

"Here, take this."

"What is it?"

"It's half of one of those pain pills the doctor gave you.  If this doesn't
ease the ache in a few minutes then you can take the other half.  Take this
and then let's get you off that chaise."

After taking the pill I twisted around and stood.  He wrapped the towel
around me and started patting me dry.  As a normal teenager that enjoyed
attention, I just stood there and let him pamper me; I deserved it.  As he
dried my legs and moved up inside the thigh, he lingered a little extra and
teased me.  That thumb nail that traveled up my crack didn't have anything
to do with getting dry.  I just closed my eyes and let him do whatever he
wanted.  I was really getting relaxed until he patted the front.  When he
got low, like around the package, he wrapped everything in the towel and
decided to squeeze me dry.

"Hey!  Careful of the merchandise; it's irreplaceable!"  When I looked away
from him, there was Donny with the camera; again.

That pill he gave me started doing a real job on me.  Part of the problem
was probably because I hadn't eaten and took a pill on an empty stomach
that was supposed to be taken with food.  Larry, Donny and I headed for the
living room and game machines.  They played some pool while I was on the
pinball machine.  The more time that went by, the less awake I became.

The steak and salad didn't taste as good as usual and I didn't attack it
with my normal enthusiasm.  In short, I was kind of out of it.  After we
ate I tried to shoot some pool but I don't think I could have hit the ball
if it was glued to the end of the cue.  I was really out of it.  The next
thing I remembered was Uncle Ray telling me to go to bed and lie down for a
while.  No way!  I was fine.  He led me over to the sofa and it didn't take
much pushing for me to sit down and then lie down.  He lifted my head and
put a throw pillow under it.

"Uuuhhhmm . . Uncle Ray? . . uuummmm . . . I forgot."  I struggled to
remember whatever it was that I couldn't remember.  "  . . . oh, Uncle Ray?
. .love you."

"Love you, too, kiddo.  Now you just lie there and get some rest.  We'll be
right here."

I drifted off into one of those states of consciousness where you're not
awake, but you're not asleep either.  You float between both worlds, aware
somewhat of things going on around you, but not aware enough to understand
what those things are or mean.  I could hear someone talking periodically
and even knew who it was, but what they said didn't register.  I remember
moving around some and someone, I think it was Donny, saying something
about settling down and then rubbing my back.  The next thing I remembered
was my shoulder being squeezed.  I woke up enough to recognize Donny.  He
was dressed and telling me goodnight.  Then I went out again.

I heard voices.  They sounded far off and I couldn't quite understand what
they were saying.  I approached the voices and realized they really weren't
saying anything.  The sounds were more like grunts or moans.  We were
outside, the sun was high in the sky and it was warm.  I walked slowly
towards the sounds until I reached some bushes.  The closer I got the more
I realized the sounds suggested that somebody was really havin' a good
time.  I looked over the bushes and there were two boys on the ground.

One boy was on his back with his knees pulled up next to his head.  His
legs partially draped around the other boy's chest.  The other boy was on
top and there was no doubt that he was stuck inside the bottom boy.  They
were kissing and fondling each other like there was no tomorrow.  The moans
and grunts never stopped.  The top boy had the bottom boy's arms stretched
out above the bottom boy's head, and they were being held to the ground.

The boy on top wasn't really pistoning in and out of the boy on bottom; it
was more like he was rocking forward and backward without lifting his butt.
When the top boy rocked forward, the bottom boy tightened his legs and
tried to pull himself up and into the top boy.  He was moaning and grunting
like he needed it bad, real bad.  This kid really wanted a good fucking.
Both boys were enjoying themselves.  I tried to look closer and see who
they were, but I couldn't see their faces.  I could just see their bodies
locked together and hear their moans of pleasure.  They were joined
together in a real lip lock and it looked like you could see them taking
turns sucking on one another's tongue or exploring the other's tonsils.
They weren't just fucking, they were making passionate love to one another;
the way it should be.  Watching them pushed me to the point I was almost
ready to cream all over myself.

I couldn't help but move a little bit.  I started humping my hand.  My
member was hard and needed attention.  My balls needed to be held in a warm
palm.  I humped into my hand and started teasing my nipples.  The more I
did it the less I watched the other boys, but I still peaked a little.
Funny thing though, I know I was pinching my nipples, but it didn't sting
like normal.  It didn't matter; I just needed to find relief.  I felt warm;
I felt comfortable.  I heard myself whimper and then tried to stifle a cry.
I squeezed my balls, hard and whimpered.  I pulled at them, and moaned.  I
felt hot; I felt like I was sweating.  I pinched my nipples harder, but I
really didn't feel anything.  I didn't care; just let me hump my way to
release.  I heard the other boys crying out as they found relief.  Five-
fingered Mary needed to hold on tight and let me shoot.  Finally, it came
and wave after wave of pleasure ran through me.  I gasped for air, and lay
down to rest and let my system return to normal.  I fell asleep.

There were voices again.  This time I could understand what they were
saying.  Not all of it registered, but I could tell I was hearing Larry and
Uncle Ray.  Also, I could tell that I wasn't outside; I was laying on
something warm and comfortable.  It was Uncle Ray.  We lay on the sofa with
him holding me close.  I was about three quarters of the way on top of him.
I shifted a little and he pulled me in close and rubbed my back.

"Larry, don't talk too loud.  We need for Brad to sleep if he will."  Why?
I wondered.  I drifted back into my own world, but I still heard them.

"Uncle Ray, do you think you could talk to Brad's dad for me?  He'll listen
to you.  If I try ta say somethin' he just gets pissed off."

"Larry, believe me, I understand.  Brad's dad is a good man, but he can be
a little old fashioned and stubborn sometimes.  He's not too flexible about
some things either."

"Tell me about it.  He told my mom he wasn't goin' to have a fairy ballet
dancer in his house.  I had to stop takin' dance lessons.  How come he
won't let me do what I like ta do?"

"Like I said, he can be a little old fashioned.  To him, only girls take
ballet.  He's never heard of men like Baryshnikov.  Remember, your talking
about a man who would rather make and drink home brew than buy a six-pack.
I can't claim to be a connoisseur of the arts, but I do enjoy watching a
good ballet once in a while.  I know enough to know that there are a lot of
male ballet dancers.  Look at their tights and it's easy to distinguish
male from female."  Larry laughed.

"Yeah.  First time I had to wear tights I refused to go to class.  I was
the only boy and my little pecker stood out like you wouldn't believe.
With all those girls around, there was no way, uh-uh, not me.  I told my
mom I felt like I was naked.  She told me I could go practice that way,
too.  I couldn't believe what she said and when she gave me that look of
hers I ran into the class."  Larry couldn't help laughing some.

"Uncle Ray, there's somethin' I had'n never told you.  I used to go naked
at home when my mom and dad were married.  So did Laura.  I guess it was
somethin' we started when we were real little, and just kept doin' it.
When people came over to visit we didn't even put clothes on until my mom
started datin' Brad's dad.  Bein' naked around people is nothin' new for
me.  I had'n even told Brad about that."

"That doesn't really surprise me; you took to it too easily for it to be
something you were taught not to do.  You know, I would imagine that if
people would just be honest with one another, you'd discover that there are
a lot of families that allow the kids to run free at home.  It isn't
unusual to see a toddler running around without a diaper and if you look
for the tan lines, you'll realize there aren't any.  Most kids would rather
run around without clothes anyway.  I think they like the feeling of
freedom.  Remember one thing, running around naked is actually running
around natural.  It's society that says being natural is not good."

"So you think it's okay for us to run naked if we want to?"  Larry had to
be kidding with that one.  I didn't hear Uncle Ray answer him so his answer
must have been the 'you are kidding' look.  Then Larry added, "Yeah, I
guess that was kinda dumb.  If you cared we wouldn't be sittin' here naked
now.  Right?"

It was all I could do to keep from laughing.  How dense could Larry be?  If
Uncle Ray was worried about us running around free did Larry really think
he'd let me go to the nudist camp with Donny and his family.  Did he think
that Uncle Ray didn't know what he and Ben did in Larry's bedroom?  I tried
shifting my weight and when I did, Uncle Ray tightened the grip he had on
me.  Even I could figure out that was my signal to stay still and keep
quiet.

"There is something I wanted to ask you.  Are you and Ben still playing
you're games with his brothers or each other?"  Larry didn't answer, in
fact, he was really quiet.  That told me he wasn't expecting the question
or he was trying to figure out what to say.

"What kinda games?" was the too late and too simple answer.

"Larrr-ry, don't play with me, son.  I play dumb for you guys sometimes,
but don't ever bet on me really being there.  You know, you, Brad and Ben
all three have a common problem; you learned to whisper in a saw mill.
Now, I know that you know that I know you and Ben play your little boy
games in your room.  When you go to his house you do the same.  I can also
figure out that his brothers didn't just back up and decide to leave the
two of you alone."  Uncle Ray paused for a moment.  "Listen, I'm not trying
to judge you and the fact that you like an authoritarian scene when playing
the boy games.  However, I do expect to make sure that you're not hurting
yourself and when I ask a question I expect a straight, honest answer.
Fair enough?"

"Uncle Ray, it's just that . . .well, ya see . . . if people knew what I
liked they'd think I was crazy.  Brad thinks I'm a sicko already.  He
doesn't understand and he doesn't try."

"Larry, stop worrying about Brad.  He hasn't learned yet that different
people like different things when it comes to enjoying your body.  He likes
it soft and easy; he likes to be pampered.  Every once in a while he likes
a firm thump and someone controlling, but mostly he likes to be pampered.
If you like the authority scene and want to be controlled, that's up to
you.  However, I want you to remember that you could easily get hurt
playing around in that scene.  Someone decides to get carried away and it
won't be fun anymore."

"I just wish Brad coulda been more understanding.  I was willin' ta be his
slave.  He coulda done anything he wanted, but he just didn't wanna even
try.  I thought it was hot, I mean real hot, for him to be my master.  He
ever tell you I put on a collar for him once?  He thought I was nuts so I
never did it no more.  I used ta get all horned up just thinkin' 'bout what
it would be like for him ta tie me up, blindfold me so I didn't know what
was comin', and then just use my body.  Of course, I don't mean hurt me or
anything like that."  You could hear Larry getting all excited as he
talked; he wasn't doing me any good either.

"Larry, can you tell me that Ben and his brothers don't hurt you?  That's
all I'm really asking."

"They don't.  When Ben's here we go in my room and he makes me go to slave
display position.  Then he'll put my slave collar on and sometime a leash.
It's actually a dog collar and leash, but we pretend.  One time he made me
lie on the floor and stretch my arms and legs out so he could tie me to the
beds.  Then he blindfolded me.  I stayed like that most of the night."

"What did he do to you?"  Uncle Ray sounded concerned.

"Nothin'.  I felt somethin' hit me and it turned out he just dripped some
ice water on me.  He ran a ostrich feather thing up and down me several
times.  Oh, he put a butt plug in me.  You know, the one you have that
vibrates?  He made me sleep all night like that.  Uncle Ray, he wouldn't
hurt me, honest."

"Larry, I don't think Ben would deliberately hurt you.  Does he like doing
this as much as you."

"More, I think."  Larry was really getting excited now.  "He likes it
rougher than me.  His brothers pick him up and toss him around; me
sometimes, too.  They'll tell him he's a useless piece of shit 'cause he
didn't pick up their room and now he's gonna pay.  That's when the games
begin.  They put wide collars on us and leashes.  They have ankle and wrist
cuffs too.  There's no whips and stuff like that, though.  The only painful
part sometimes is if they decide they need a fuck real bad and rush
things."

"Would you like to explain that?  What do you mean by rush things?"  Uncle
Ray sounded both concerned and curious.  I was just plain curious.

"Well, you've seen Ben and the package he's sportin'.  Well, he's kinda
small compared to his brothers."  Larry said that like he wasn't sure
exactly how much he should say.  "Comparin' Ben to them is like comparin'
me or Brad to you . . .understand?  When they decide that they're real
horny, which is most of the time, they'll collar and leash me and Ben.
Sometimes they just cuff us and sometimes they like to tie us up, kinda
hanging from these hooks they put in the ceiling.  Part of the game is for
them ta lube us and finger us till we're beggin' for it; you know, ta
loosin' us up.  Sometimes they get in a hurry and don't get us quite as
loose as we think they should.  Them two is hung like you wouldn't believe,
and they last a long time; I mean a loooooong, long time.  It's hot.
Sometimes they'll tie me and Ben in a sixty- . . ."

"I think I've heard enough if you don't mind.  Just remember this, be
careful.  I don't want you getting hurt.  If you do, those boys do not want
to see me coming through the door.  I'm liable to fix things so they won't
ever have to be concerned about how long they last.  Understand where I'm
coming from?"  Damn!  Why did Uncle Ray have to stop him?!

"Yes, sir.  Don't worry; me and Ben wouldn't let it go that far.  His
brothers like to act big, but they really do care.  I think the macho thing
is just for us."  Larry stopped a moment, but then continued.  "Uncle Ray?
Thanks."

"No. Thank you.  You and Brad.  You two have made the past few months real
special."

The two of them started whispering then and I couldn't understand what they
were saying, but I knew they were up to something.  I continued to lay
still and see what would happen.  I felt Uncle Ray's fingertips run ever so
lightly over my cheeks.  He knew that would give me goose bumps and every
time he did it, it tickled and I'd start squirming.  I did my best not to
move but the hardest part was to not laugh.  Then something else happened.
I felt this small finger start running up and down my crack.  At the bottom
it scratched back and forth over the lips to my little hole, barely
touching the skin.  I couldn't help but shiver and squirm.  When I lifted
up was when I got my surprise.

"Hey, you two.  How's a guy supposed ta rest."  Then I felt something that
didn't feel so nice.  "What the. . ."  Uncle Ray and Larry both broke out
laughing like crazy.

"Surprise, kiddo."  Uncle Ray said, still laughing.  "You're the one that
made that sticky mess; you got both of us."  I stuck my finger in it and
knew immediately that it was boy milk.  "You had a wet dream."

"Yeah, you shoulda heard yourself."  Larry added and then began his sound
effects.  "Uuummmppphh, ooohhh, fuck yeah
. . .mmmmmpppphhhh. . . .uh-uh-uh-uh . . .and then at the end you screamed
out AAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!" and Larry rolled in the floor.

"Yep, that was about the way it sounded.  Real close to it," Uncle Ray
commented.

"Thanks," I told them and then looked at the mess I made.  "But, man, look
at it.  That's gotta be the biggest load I ever shot!" I added proudly.

"Well, Mr As Proud Of himself As He Can Be, how about you go take a bath
and get cleaned up now that you're awake.  You too, Larry.  You both have
school tomorrow."

"School?!  But what about my side.  I'm too hurt ta go ta school," I
pleaded.  It didn't take much of that look he gave me to know that I wasn't
going to win.  So I headed for the big tub.  "Aren't you going to get a
bath?  You're kinda coated in boy milk too, ya know."

"I'll be there soon.  I need to pack the dishwasher.  You two go ahead."

When Larry and I got in the tub, he acted a little sheepish.  When I asked
him why he said he just wondered how much I'd heard.  I told him I was sure
not all of it, but what I did hear sounded hot as hell.  In fact, he had
gotten me just plain horny.  He said he could use some relief too.  I
motioned for him to come over to me and turn around.  I pulled him back
into me and hooked my left arm under his left arm, across his back and held
onto his right arm.  Putting both legs over his legs, I pulled them back to
make him open up.  Then I reached around and started squeezing and
massaging his package.  What I didn't count on was that he could reach my
package and squeeze me just as hard.

When he squeezed my package I tightened down on my grip on his arms and he
let go.  I told him he would have to pay for assuming it was alright to
play with his master's balls.  I raked my fingernails over his stomach and
chest, stopping at his nipples to pinch and twist.  This kid was in erotic
heaven.  I continued to pinch and play with his nips till I got tired of
them and made him turn around.  He straddled my lap and we teased and
bathed one another's neck and ears with our tongues.  Soon we were humping
one another like animals in heat.  It didn't take long for two horny young
teens to find relief with one another.  While we were both shooting off
like crazy, Uncle Ray walked in.  He'll never convince me that it wasn't
planned.  He was also at least half-stiff.  He'd been watching.

When we went to bed I cuddled into my normal nest.  He felt warm and
comfortable and I wrapped myself around him.

"Uncle Ray, are you asleep?"  It was a dumb question but it got his
attention.

I climbed on top of him and straddled his stomach with my knees on the
mattress.  I was hard again; it was one of those benefits of being young.
I could feel enough of him touching me from behind to know that he was
already leaking.  He smiled at me as I looked into his eyes.  It was one of
those special smiles that always said he was happy and made you feel good;
feel loved.  I lay down and snuggled into him, he smelled good and felt
good.  Soon I turned my head to look at him and ran a finger along his jaw
bone and around his ear.  I felt him shiver.

"Uncle Ray?" I said, barely above a whisper. "Do you really think it's
alright?  I mean, what Larry likes ta do and all?  Won't he get hurt?"

"I hope not.  I hope neither of you ever gets hurt.  Unfortunately,
sometimes we can't help it.  But, you need to think about it.  Do I
particularly care for he thinks is a turn-on?  Not really.  But, isn't that
his choice?  Do I particularly approve of what he's doing?  Not really.
However, let me ask you something.  If I tell him its wrong and he can't do
it any more, what will he do?  Listen to me and stop or sneak around and do
it anyway?"

"Pro'bly sneak around and do it anyway."  I knew that was what he would do.

"So, if I can talk to him and try to keep him from hurting himself, isn't
that better than letting him sneak off to be with who knows who and get
hurt?"

"Yeah, I understand.  He thinks I don't like him 'cause of the way he likes
doin' it.  It's not that, really.  It's that I don't understand how that
can be a turn-on."

"Have you ever thought that maybe you don't have to understand how it's a
turn-on for him?  What you need to do is respect his right to enjoy himself
his way and let him do it, so long as no one is being hurt.  Let him fool
around his way and you do it your way.  You might find that once in a while
the two of you might want to play in the other's backyard."

"Ya know somethin'?  I wouldn't mind a good hard butt thumpin' right now
but I don't think my side can take it.  But I might be willin' to settle
for some nice pampering.  Know where I can get some?"

Oh yeah, he did.  He rolled me off his chest and onto the bed.  My head was
cradled in the crook of his left arm and I felt his right hand go down and
hold my package with his middle finger settled into my crack.  He was so
soft and gentle as he kissed my neck and worked his way up to my ears.  He
nibbled the lobe while I felt his warm breath blow into my ear canal.  I
was hot and he made me hotter.  Soon, he had me whimpering and begging for
more as he licked and nibbled at each of my nipples.  His right hand
continued to hold my package and keep it warm.

He chewed, kissed and licked his way up and down my torso.  I twisted,
humped, squirmed and whined.  When he came close to my package, he shifted
so the head of my pole was under his chin and then he would rub across the
head with the stubble of his beard.  I cried out from shock and pleasure.
The more I cried and whimpered the more he teased me till I gasped for air.
I pushed my butt down and pulled my cheeks apart wanting him to enter me.
As I pushed into him I begged him to stick me; he smiled and kept teasing
me.  After a while he rolled me on top of him.

I lay there enjoying the feeling of him kneading my cheeks.  I whispered
that he was being mean to me; I needed him to stick me.  He told me he
would, in time.  I kissed his neck and chewed an ear lobe while both hands
searched out and tended to sensitive nipples.  It was fun to make him draw
sharp breaths through clenched teeth.  He was hot and I knew it.  Now I was
in control.  I rolled around, pressing my pelvis into his package.  I
brought a knee between his legs and pressed against his twin orbs.  Letting
go of one nipple, I raked my fingernails up his side.  His back arched as
he gasped for air and moaned.  Then I felt his hands back on my hips,
slowly moving up my side.

He opened his eyes to look at me.  I propped myself up and looked back into
his eyes.  He smiled and pulled me up slowly for a gentle kiss.  His hands
teased their way back down my sides and then under my pelvis.  He lifted me
some and then moved my legs so that, again, I straddled him.  He told me to
turn around.  I did and he kissed me again, but this time right on my
treasure hole.  I gasped for air this time.  I knew what he was going to
do.

Shifting my weight so I could sit up a little; I propped myself up and
enjoyed the sensations coursing through me.  He pulled at my skin with his
teeth and chewed ever so lightly. He kissed the spot he chewed and licked
his way to another spot.  Soon, I was his whimpering puppy lost in a world
of sexual pleasure.  I tried shifting my butt around.  I didn't know where,
and I didn't care, so long as I could still feel him handling me.  His
fingers ran up and down the inside of my thighs while his mouth drove me
crazy.  He lifted his package and I knew it was my turn.

I bent down and did the best I knew how to bathe, caress and tongue his
tool.  I kissed, nibbled and licked his pole.  Taking only the head in my
mouth, I tried to drive my tongue into the slit.  He always went crazy when
I took the head and held it with my teeth just below the crown.  He
couldn't move without brushing the sensitive skin against my teeth.  I held
an orb in each palm and kept it warm till my mouth could take it and let it
roll over my tongue.  While I played with him I felt him lift my hips again
and spread my cheeks.  He did what I expected and hoped for.

His warm mouth was now exhaling his warm breath over my treasure hole.  I
knew what was coming; I just didn't know when, and that was part of the
thrill.  His lips closed on me and I felt him suck me, hard.  Then I felt
him push his tongue into me and I squealed with delight.  I lay there
licking, sucking, kissing and nibbling his pole while I squirmed under one
of the best rim jobs anyone could ever hope for.  After a few minutes I had
to shift again.  I could have stayed where I was, it sure felt good, but I
needed to adjust.  When I did, I positioned my head over his pole and
slowly, ever so slowly, I opened my mouth and sucked him in.  I sucked slow
and easy, making sure to relax and swallow, even though there was nothing
to swallow, yet.  When the time came, I started swallowing hard, until I
had all of him in me.  I was deep-throating him.  I controlled what I did
so I could breath.  He moaned his pleasure and I felt the vibrations on my
sensitive treasure lips.

As far as I was concerned we could have stayed that way forever, but it
never happens like that.  After a few minutes he rolled me on my side and
we slid into one of our favorite positions.  My head rested on the inside
of his thigh and his head rested on the inside of my thigh.  We lay there
in the sixty-nine position giving one another pleasure and pushing the
other to relief.  We lay there, sharing ourselves and sharing our love.


End Ch Sixty-Nine

To Be Continued; comments welcome; contact Dwight Wilson at
adm2780@yahoo.com