Date: Mon, 12 Nov 2007 05:23:48 -0800 (PST)
From: adm2780 <adm2780@yahoo.com>
Subject: Brad's Idol  Chapter Seventy-One

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Chapter Seventy-One: Brad's Idol

As soon as we got home from school the next day, we headed for Wal-Mart.
Donny was with us and, since we only had two bikes, Larry rode the
handlebars while Donny did all the work.  One of the top requirements as a
kid who's moving to a new area is to learn all the local short-cuts.
Adults like to take their cars everywhere and have to stay on the street.
Kids learn all the paths and where there is no path, create one.  Jumping
the railroad tracks, cutting through the church parking lot, riding down
the street and taking the path behind the school, we could get to the store
faster on our bikes than Uncle Ray could in a car.

This whole shopping trip was a new experience for all three of us.  We had
never worried about buying sheets before.  Someone else always did that.
The worst part for us, up to this point, and it was a pain, was having to
make the bed.  We wandered around a little until we figured out to look up
and read the signs.  We never had to do that before because every kid knows
how to find the toys and electronics sections.  The first shock was the
size of the sheet section.  We always thought a sheet was a sheet.  We
looked around some and found out there could be a big difference in prices,
too.  Since it was to be used only as a backdrop for photos, we figured
cheap was fine.  The trick here was to set our priorities and follow the
system.

The first thing we used to narrow the choices was the price; the cheaper
the better.  This sheet only had to hold up for a few days and be the right
color; and fit in our budget.  Once we found the lowest price we started
looking for anything on sale that cost less than the lowest price.  I think
a lady that worked there spotted three teenage boys searching through the
sheets and decided something was up.  She was right to a certain extent,
but we couldn't tell her what it was that was up.  She was nice and asked
if she could help us find anything.  Larry immediately declined but I
decided to take a chance.

"We're looking for a sheet or something like that we can use as background
for a school project.  We have to take some pictures and we looked in some
magazines and saw how they used some kind of shiny material for a
background.  That's what we want ta do.  We need something shiny and in a
dark red.  It can't cost a lot either; we don't have much money," I
explained.  The lady gave us a 'grandmotherly' kind of smile and offered to
help.

"You know, sometimes we get in damaged goods that we normally send back to
the distributor.  When I say damaged it could be a problem with the dye or
possibly a rip or cut in the material.  For what you boys are doing, I
don't really think that would bother you.  Plus, damaged goods cost a lot
less.  Why don't you boys come with me and let's take a peak in the damaged
goods bin?"  Now the lady was talking our kind of language.

Since we didn't care what size the sheet was, as long as it was at least a
double, we had a better chance of finding something.  The lady took us just
inside the storage area in the back to two huge barrels marked 'damaged'.
We found what we needed and at less than half the price of the cheapest
thing out on the shelves.  As we headed to the checkout counter we spotted
some netting which was actually like a lady's shawl.  It was white and had
some beads in it.  We didn't need to say anything, when we saw it all three
of us got pretty much the same knowing smile.  It also pretty much finished
off our budget without tapping into the lunch money.

Riding home, we tried to decide exactly how we wanted to do this.  Around
idea number one-hundred-twenty-something we decided to skip the technical
plans and just experiment.  One thing we all did agree on was that all the
pictures could not be of us naked.  We were naked most of the time around
the house, but sometimes we did wear clothes.  Besides, some of the
pictures we saw on the internet showed guys wearing clothes.  They just
wore them a little more suggestively.

The sheet and shawl were hidden under Larry's mattress.  Larry started to
undress but we stopped him.  Donny brought out the digital camera and we
headed outside to figure out just where, when and how we were going to do
the posing and picture taking.  Donny took over the photography and
directing duties.  He had me sit on the chaise while he stood on a chair
and aimed the camera at me from above.  After a couple of shots he had me
unbutton my shirt about half way down and make it flop out.  He kept having
me play around with one side until it fell just the way he wanted.  When I
looked at the picture later I realized he had me move it so you just saw
the tip of my nipple sticking out.

Larry sat on the chaise after me and did roughly the same things.  I
watched the two of them for a few minutes and realized Donny seemed to have
a pretty good eye.  At least, that was my amateur opinion and I knew he was
doing better than I could do.  When I looked at them once, I realized the
sun had moved enough to make my shadow cross over Larry's shadow, so I
moved away.  Standing by the pool I subconsciously began removing my shirt
and getting comfortable.  Before Donny left he showed us the pictures.

During the afternoon he had been taking pictures of us just moving around
the yard.  The pictures he had Larry and me pose for came out real good.
The way he had us spread our shirts open looked real suggestive and hot.
The pictures that surprised all of us were the ones he took of me
undressing around the pool.  I had walked around the pool and didn't
realize he was taking pictures of me.  He managed to get one of me tweaking
my nipple and rubbing the palm of my hand over my stomach.  There was a
real good one of me taking my pants off and moving around in just my
tighty-whities and white socks.  I was wearing underwear that was
three-quarter cut so it dropped about half way between my navel and the top
of my package.  With the dark tan and obvious lack of tan lines, the
picture made me look real hot.

Donny managed to get the same type of pictures of Larry.  They weren't
exactly like mine, but they were natural pictures, not posed.  Larry was so
thin it was almost funny how his hip bones pushed out at his underwear.
The bones pushed out enough to leave an opening just big enough to slip a
small hand between his skin and his undies.

We spent a few minutes trying to decide where to spread the sheet.  The
decision was to wait until the next day and try several different places.
Donny said he also wanted to get some pictures of us in the pool and lying
on the deck and chaise.  We all knew this project would not get finished in
one or two days.

                                                 ****

Uncle Ray sat in his favorite chair in the family room after supper.  Larry
and I finished loading the dishwasher and set the timer.  When we went to
the family room I climbed into the chair beside Uncle Ray and wiggled my
way into my normal comfort spot.  He put an arm around me and drew me
close, giving me a kiss on the top of my head and mussing my hair.  Taking
a deep breath, I exhaled slowly and settled in to enjoy his warmth.

"Tired?" He asked me softly.

"A little.  I'm gonna go ta bed before long."

"How's your arm and side?  I noticed you didn't wear the protective shields
that the doctor gave you."

"Uncle Ray, I don't like those things.  They're more of a pain than
anything else.  Do I hafta wear 'em?"

"I'll leave it up to you.  How do your side and arm feel?  Do your ribs
still hurt when you take a deep breath?"

"Not really.  They're not quite the way they should be, but they only hurt
when I twist a certain way.  Know what I mean?"

"Just do me a favor, okay?  Don't try playing the macho game and let
yourself get hurt unnecessarily.  I think you're old enough to be able to
know when you need to wear the protector, so I'm not going to tell you that
you have to wear it.  Just promise me you'll use a little common sense with
it; fair enough?"  He didn't fuss; he just made a simple request.  He also
knew that since he made me promise that, I'd make sure I didn't play games
with him.

"Yeah, I promise."

"Okay, kiddo, let me ask you something else.  Did you learn anything last
night?"

"Huh?" was the most brilliant answer I could think of then.  I had no idea
what he was talking about.

"Last night, particularly, when I cuffed you to the headboard, did you
learn anything?"

"Uncle Ray, you're coming out of left field."  I had no idea what he was
referring to.  I sat up and tried to think.

"Last night, when I put the cuffs on you, you got excited.  Why?"

"'Cause I knew something good was gonna happen; and it did!"

"And is it fair to say that you knew that you couldn't do anything to stop
what happened, but you had a good time?"

"Oh, yeah!  The only bad part was today when my butt felt like I fell and
landed on somethin' hard, like concrete."

"Well, the only thing hard that I associate with butt didn't hit it; the
hard thing was in it."

"Ha, ha.  You know what I mean.  You pounded my butt so now it feels a
little bruised."

"I pounded your butt a lot more gently than you were begging me to, young
fella.  You were havin' such a good time it's a wonder the neighbors didn't
come over to enjoy the show."  This time I couldn't help but grin, he was
right.  "What I want you to realize is that you got real excited when I
cuffed you and took control.  You didn't know what was going to happen, but
you knew it would be fun.  Now, a question: what's the difference in you
enjoying that and Larry enjoying it when he and Ben play?  Did you learn
that control and dominance can be fun?  It doesn't necessarily have to be
inflicting pain.  Understand?"

"I know, but, Uncle Ray, ya hafta understand somethin'.  There's a big
difference when you do it and somebody else doin' it.  I won't let anybody
else do that to me."

"What you need to understand, kiddo, is that Larry trusts his friend Ben in
much the same way that you trust me."

"Okay, but he still needs to be careful.  If somebody's gonna dominate him,
it needs to be so he dud'n get hurt."

"Yeah, well, I'll let you and Larry work that one out.  Right now, I think
we've beat this subject enough; okay?  Right now, I think I know two young
fellas that need to get their baths and settle down for bed."

"Aren't you gonna get a bath too?  I think you need to come with us.  After
all, we worked hard last night and we're both really tired and could use
some help."

"You think you two really worked hard last night, eh?  Well, I know what
you did; what did Larry do?  There something going on I need to know
about?"  I just took a deep breath, gave up on arguing, and told Larry to
come on.

"I need to make a phone call and then I'll be in to get my bath," he called
out to us as we headed down the hall.

I wasn't sure about Larry, but I really was tired.  I slept well the night
before, but the pre- sleep activities took a lot out of me and cut my sleep
time short.  We bypassed the tub and went for the big shower.  Larry and I
took turns bathing each other and when he tried to play with my package,
everything just flopped around.  I really was tired!

Larry was the one more interested in playing around.  He told me that he
lay in bed the night before listening to me whimper, moan and howl, while
Uncle Ray worked me.  I thought about apologizing, but only for a minute;
that wasn't what Larry wanted.  While I bathed him I spent a little extra
time massaging his nipples and bounced his twins around a little.  He
really was worked up because it didn't take him any time to start moaning.
I wasn't in the mood to worry about getting my-self clean or dropping to my
knees for him.  However, I did bend over, brace my-self against the wall,
and let him soap me up good between my legs.  He slipped his tool into the
bottom of my crack ad I let him pump me between my legs.  His gasps and
hard pounding, together with the gushes I felt between my legs, told me he
found relief, at least temporarily.  As we came out of the shower we could
hear Uncle Ray talking to someone.

"You know that one day you will have to accept the fact that not everyone
looks at things the way you do . . . . yeah, I know . . . . but you have to
let them find their own way sometimes, too . . . . . don't you think you're
being just a little bit stubborn about all this .  . . .when you and Kathy
married you knew what he was like then, do you really think that being a
jerk to him now is going to change anything? . . . . . you heard what I
said, you're being very narrow minded . . .you can deny him now and all you
will do is create problems down the road . . . . . . .yeah . . . . .no
. . . . . .what's the harm in letting him try?  He may be good and surprise
you . . . . .no one says you have to go to any recitals or even encourage
him to work hard at it . . . . . . but as a parent you have to encourage
him to find himself . . . . . .yeah, I hear you . . . . .you are being
stubborn . . . . .try something new, enter the twenty-first century, you
might just find you like it here . . . . . no one's asking you to put out
any money, or time, or effort, or support; you are being asked not to stand
in his way . . . give the boy a chance to find himself . . . . okay, we'll
see you in a week or so and I'll have the boys call in a couple of days."

There was only one person Uncle Ray would talk to like that over the phone
and the message at the end confirmed it, he was talking to my dad.  Uncle
Ray was also the only person that I knew that could get away with talking
to my dad like that.  When it was obvious that the call was about to end I
told Larry to hurry and get in bed.  I didn't know what was going on, but I
didn't want to be in the middle of what ever it was, either.  He rushed to
his bed and got under the covers; I did the same.

Lying in bed, I listened.  I could hear Uncle Ray setting his coffee pot up
for the morning, then I heard him walking through the house turning out
lights.  When he got to Larry's room, he went in.  I could hear his voice
and Larry's, but I couldn't make out what they were saying.  That was
frustrating; something was happening and everyone knew about it now except
me.  Soon, Uncle Ray came out of Larry's room and came to bed.  He climbed
in and I found my usual warm nest.  One hand mussed my hair while the other
landed on my butt and scratched a cheek.  When I turned my head up to look
at him and ask what was happening, he patted my butt and told me to go to
sleep.

                                                 ****

The school day moved along twice as slow as normal.  I wanted to get home
and get more pictures for the album.  I was also curious about the
conversation I heard Uncle Ray having with someone that I was certain was
my dad.  Just before the last bell there was an announcement for Larry to
come to the office right after the last class.  When the bell rang I
grabbed my things and headed straight for the office.  They didn't call me,
but that didn't mean I was any less curious.  Just as I rounded the corner
in the hallway, I spotted Uncle Ray standing outside the office door; Larry
was with him.  Uncle Ray didn't even give me a chance to ask him anything.

"Hey, kiddo.  Larry has an appointment so you'll be alone this afternoon.
He'll be coming home with me.  See ya later."  That was it.  I just stood
there, gawking.  What he didn't know, apparently, was that I wouldn't be
alone.

Donny went home with me to help with the pictures.  He acted surprised when
he asked me about Larry and I told him Uncle Ray wouldn't tell me anything.
I did tell him about the telephone conversation Larry and I overheard the
night before and, if I had to guess, my guess was that Larry wanted to do
something my dad didn't approve of.  Given that Larry could do a lot of
things my dad didn't care for, my best guess was dancing school.  That was
the only thing I could remember recently that Larry asked Uncle Ray for
help on.  Anyway, we'd probably know when the two of them got home.

There was still plenty of sunlight left in the afternoon, so we decided to
do more pictures outside.  I put on my special cut jogging shorts and
immediately realized that they had shrunk or I had grown.  Most of the
bottom half of my butt was exposed.  To spice things up a little I turned
the waistband inside which made them ride lower and exposed even more.  The
fact that I didn't have any tan lines really helped make the picture nice.
I stood looking over my shoulder and threw a hip out, a couple of times I
tucked in the flap over my butt a little.  A thumb in the waistband helped
expose me right to the top of my package.  Bending over backwards and lying
on my back over the chaise had the desired effect also; there's was o
guessing about what was being outlined.

After a few shots in the shorts, I took those off and used the white net
shawl.  We just played around with it, letting an end fall down my crack or
hang in front between my legs.  I draped it across the torso and then tied
it around my waist; only a perky bubble butt kept it from falling off.
Donny started teasing me about the shawl and I teased back by bouncing my
butt for him or thrusting out my package.  He laid on the ground a took a
couple of pictures shooting straight up my front and side.  I did a little
more thrusting and he told me to be careful or he might have to put me in
my place.  About the time I told him words were cheap, he reached up and
grabbed the twins.  He held them too, not letting me go.  A minute later he
had me down on the chaise with him straddling me.  It was difficult to
protest as hard as I was laughing.

"Donny, don't man," I protested to no avail.  "I was just teasin' man,
that's all.  'Member, we're supposed ta be takin' pictures for Uncle Ray."

"How do you think he's gonna like these pictures?"  Donny started shooting
picture after picture while he straddled me and I just kept laughing and
making faces.  Not all the faces were of me smiling either, particularly
after he started twisting and pinching my nips.

"Hey, nice nipple, guy.  Let's get a shot of this one normal and then this
one after I pinched it some."

I was sweating and so was he.  With both of us naked, our skin rubbing back
and forth over each other felt kind of hot.  He reached back and grabbed my
rod which was already standing tall.  With a grin that screamed of pure
mischief he jacked me a couple of times and then held the camera over the
back of his head and aimed down, taking a picture of my hard package that
included part of his bare butt.  When he did that I worked a hand free and
grabbed his tool.  Not only did I squeeze, I did a little twisting and
bending of my own.  He yelped.

"Hey!  Take it easy, that's attached."  He hollered through our laughs.

"Not so loud," I cautioned him, "the neighbors'll think we're puttin' on a
show of some kind."

"It's a thought," he commented, "but I gotta get home.  We've got enough
pictures for today.  Can I borrow your bike and bring it back in the
morning?"

"Sure thing.  You sure you don't wanna wait on Uncle Ray?  He'll take you
home."

"Naah, not that far.  Besides, we don't know when he'll get here.  The
'rents didn't have any sweat with last night, but if I make it a habit,
they'll say somethin'.  I'll put the camera in Larry's room.  Want me to
take the shawl?"

"Yeah, thanks." I answered.  Then he got smart.

"By the way, Brad, you look real cute in lace."  he called back, laughing.

                                                 * * * *

"Hey, kiddo."  I felt something tickling my butt and knew what and who as
soon as he spoke.  "Be glad this isn't the middle of summer, you'd have a
delicate part there all fried."  I had fallen asleep on the patio chaise.

"Hey, I was enjoying that rest."

"Rest, nothing; you were out," he told me.  "You feel alright?"

"Yeah, just relaxin'," I answered and then looked over and saw Larry.
"What on earth?  Lar, you look like the mini green giant.  What're you
wearin'?"

"Leotards, this is what I wear at dance class.  That's where Uncle Ray took
me this afternoon; I'm back in dance school."  He sounded so happy and
excited I thought he was going to stand on his toes and do a pirouette for
me.

"Man, is that an all boys class or are there girls?'

"There's both, but mostly girls." He informed me like I was stupid to ask.

"Well, just do me a favor, okay?  Don't wear those things ta school.
Believe me, they don't cover anything; in fact, they outline everything,
and I do mean everything.  Turn around and let me look."  Larry turned so I
could see his backside.  "Hoooly crap, can you feel those things running up
your crack?"  He looked at me and got this huge grin.

"They feel pretty good ta me."  Uncle Ray gave me 'the look', and I hadn't
said anything.

"Well, you might wanna consider goin' to the sport shop and at least
gettin' a cup.  Like I said, those things show it all . . . in detail.  If
you see somethin' that's gonna get you excited, everybody's gonna know it."
The look got a little harder.  Time to back up.

"Lar, if that's what you wanna do, go for it man.  Do me a favor though,
don't go doin' those pirouette thingies in school.  You know some dumb jock
will start pickin' on ya and my ribs had'n healed from the last time."  I
tried to be light hearted with what I said to him, but serious at the same
time.  If he started twirling in the halls, school would definitely become
hell on earth for both of us.  Whatever.

"Brad, you know I wouldn't do that to ya."  I looked at Uncle Ray and then
laid my head back down and closed my eyes.

"Uncle Ray, wake me later and say it was just a bad dream."  Instead of
answering me, he popped me on the butt; it wasn't a love tap, either.

"Oww!  Hey, that hurt.  What'd you pop me for?"

"Two things, being a wise ass with your brother and general principals."

"I'm his brother; I'm supposed ta pick on 'im.  It's my job."

                                                 ****

I lay in bed, waiting for him to join me.  Shooting the pictures and
building the album helped bring me some peace.  I was glad that Donny
helped; he knew more about how to take good pictures than I could ever
learn.  All I knew was what I thought looked good to me.  I lay there over
an hour, no thought of sleep even crossed my mind, till he joined me.  When
he lay down, I found my nest and got comfortable.  I laid my head on his
shoulder and felt his arm reach around me, his hand coming to rest on a
tender globe.

"Hey, kiddo.  You're supposed to be asleep; school tomorrow, remember?"

"Yeah, but I wanted to wait on you."

"Anything wrong?" he asked me, truly concerned.

"No, I just wanted to lie here like this for a little while; just you and
me."

"I talked with Paul today.  He's going down to his parent's camp this
weekend to do some work and invited us along."

"Us?  Donny never said nothin' 'bout goin' this weekend; and this weekend
. . ."

"Us; you, me and Larry; and Donny probably doesn't know, or didn't know
this afternoon.  I know, this weekend may be the last weekend we all have
together and I wanted to have the time to spend with you.  If all of us go,
we can still have time.  There's another consideration, too.  This may be
the last chance you have to go there for a while; last chance to see your
friends there."  I had to chuckle while I thought about what he was saying.

"Yeah, I can just see my dad lettin' me go off to a nudist camp, right?"
and we both laughed.

"I could help Paul do his work.  That would leave Donny free to be with you
and Larry.  I think it would be interesting to see how Larry reacted to
some of the things the boys do down there."  I didn't have to see the smile
on his face; I could hear it in his voice and feel the bounce as he laughed
to himself.  "Maybe Donny could make a few phone calls tomorrow and arrange
for Larry to get the correct initiation?"

"Ooooo, you're bein' evil.  Of course, Larry would love it and, it might
get real interestin'."

We didn't say any more for a few minutes.  I lay there with my head on his
shoulder and listened to the steady thump . . . thump . . . thump of his
heartbeat.  It was relaxing.  His left hand, filled with most of one of my
globes, gently kneaded the mound of flesh while the fingers of his other
hand ran through my hair.  I couldn't help but think of what would happen
in less than two weeks.  I promised him that I wouldn't cry, and I didn't,
but I couldn't help the tear that ran down my face and fell on my warm
pillow.  Just before I fell asleep, I tilted my head up and kissed him on
the cheek.

End Ch Seventy-One

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