Date: Sat, 15 Dec 2007 15:15:17 -0800 (PST)
From: adm2780 <adm2780@yahoo.com>
Subject: Brad's Idol  Chapter Seventy-Three

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Chapter Seventy-Three: Brad's Idol

Donny spent the afternoon with his grandparents.  We didn't know who asked
for what or when, but we understood that Donny's grandparents wanted at
least a few hours private time with him and his dad.  I wanted some time
with Uncle Ray and hoped he wanted a little private time with me.  Private
time for us didn't mean we were going to play sexual games, although that
would have been alright, too.  Private time was just what it said, a little
time for us to be alone and have quality time together.  Our time was on
Pony and in the little private clearing.  Larry stayed with John and the
other boys; that could be frightening; for the boys, not Larry.

Donny's dad and granddad loaded the golf cart with hot dogs, chips, drinks
and other forms of junk food that teenage boys thrived on.  When we were
told visiting time was over and it was time to disappear, Donny and I
headed out to the campsite.  When we arrived, we were both more than a
little surprised.  It seemed as though these boys definitely had an
appetite for hot dogs, and not the kind we had in the golf cart.

I had heard about orgies, and even fantasized about being involved in one,
or maybe more.  Surfing the internet had allowed me to see pictures of an
orgy.  My fantasies and the pictures didn't even come close.  We were
greeted with nothing less than a full fledged suck-off with Larry and
Paulie right in the middle of the action.

We just stood where we were.  Donny laughed and started encouraging some of
the action while I stood there with my jaw on the ground and eyeballs
falling out of their sockets.  This was unreal; this was wild!  Slowly, I
walked around and viewed the action.  Larry was easy to spot since he and
Paulie were the only two in a somewhat upright position.  I stood behind
Larry and had to turn more or less upside down to see what was happening.
Whoever had him impaled wasn't as big as Ben, so I understood why Larry
didn't whimper as loud as normal.

I couldn't tell who was enjoying Larry's community property because the
guy's face was covered by another guy's butt.  The kid on top was being
sucked off by the kid lying on the ground poking Larry while the kid on top
sucked off Larry.  Of course, there was no way that Larry was going to
leave his other hole empty, so he was sucking off Paulie while Paulie
twisted and pulled at Larry's nips.  The only thing I could think of at the
moment was to kick myself for not having a camera.  I don't know how long
they'd been gong at it but I was sure that I saw cum down Larry's stomach
and back, and all of them were sweating.

Standing in one spot, I turned and saw that sixty-nine seemed to be the
favorite position.  I had to admit, it was hot.  It was more than hot; it
was slutty, boy-fucking fun.  No body seemed to care who did who or how.
The number one priority was to get your nut, help the other guy get his,
and move on to the next one.  It was a fuckfest.  When I turned back
around, Paulie was staring at me.

"Fuck me," he said with pure lust in his voice.  He never missed a beat
with the pulling and twisting torture he applied to Larry's nips.  "I'm
ready."

"I can't," I answered, "I don't have any lube."

"I've already taken three loads; tryin' ta set a new record," he
grinned. "Just shove it in; I like it hard.  The harder the better."

Like an idiot I just stared at him; he was way too young for this stuff,
but, maybe not.  When I hesitated, Donny moved in behind him.  Donny
slipped a finger down his crack and played with his hole.  When Donny
pulled his finger out, it was coated with cum.  I was surprised when Donny
grabbed Paulie's hips and viciously rammed his pole in.

"OOOHHHHHH GGAAAHHHHDDDD! . . .YEAH!! . .YEAH MAN!! . .FUCK ME!! . .  Show
my ass who's the boss!"  Paulie cried out as he threw his head back.  This
kid was younger than me and sounded like he lived for nothing but sex.

I stood there in a semi-traumatized state until I felt a hand on my neck.
Donny reached out and grabbed me by the back of my neck and pulled me into
him.  When he started tongue fucking my mouth, I lost it.  I started
humping like a rabbit in heat and grabbed for anything I could twist, pull
or squeeze.  Donny let go of my neck, reached down and grabbed my full
package and pumped my nuggets till I was whimpering like a baby into his
mouth.  Then I heard another kid holler.

"CLUSTER FUCK!! . . . CLUSTER FUCK!! . . .give it to 'im, Donny!"  I kind
of wondered what Donny was supposed to give to whom.  I felt hands all over
me.

I quit thinking about whether I should be part of all this.  More than one
night I had a wet dream watching pictures of this kind of thing run through
my head.  In my dreams I was in the middle; I was the submissive one
letting anybody do anything they wanted to me and loving it.  I stopped
thinking about having a good time, and just did it.

                                                 ****

When I woke the morning after the fuckfest, I was wrapped in Donny's arms.
We were in our own sleeping bag away from the others, but I couldn't
remember when or how we got there.  My eyes felt like they were the size of
cue balls and they burned.  My boyhood was stiff, but I assumed it was
because I needed to pee; I hoped that was it.  I reached around to feel my
butt and was pleased to feel nothing unusual.  Then I had an after thought,
how come I didn't get fucked?  I thought for a minute and remembered
somebody fingered my hole and I told them my treasure was off limits.  That
probably explained why my jaw felt a little sore and I had a strange taste
in my mouth.

If what I felt like was what it was like to have a hangover, I swore right
then that I would never take a drink.  Luckily, I just swore it in a half
conscious state and managed to forget about it at the appropriate time.
Donny woke when I tried to get up.  He pulled me back down and held me kind
of tight.  This was something new, only one other person did that to me; I
only let one other person do it to me.

"Donny, man I gotta get up; I need ta piss, bad."  He relaxed his grip but
didn't let go.

"Are you okay?" he asked in a tone that let me know he was concerned, but I
didn't really understand why.  He must have seen the confusion in my
expression.

"Don't you remember about last night and what happened?"

"Yeah . . . kinda," I answered.  I thought for a minute.  "We got here and
there was a fuckfest goin' on.  Larry was getting' it from Paulie and
somebody on the ground.  I remember you started fuckin' Paulie and kissed
me.  Somebody hollered clusterfuck and there were hands all over me.  But
why do my eyes and head feel swollen?"

"Don't you remember the beer?  You drank at least four."  Donny smiled and
laughed a little.  "Of course, that's assumin' it was just beer."

"No way!  I never had that much at one time."

"You did last night; so did I . . . I think.  Anyway, somehow we wound up
in the middle of the clusterfuck.  You, me, Larry and Paulie.  Larry and
Paulie were takin' it at both ends and you were on your knees; me too, I
think.  We sucked guys off like there was no tomorrow.  'Course, we weren't
the only ones.  Everybody had a diet of cum and beer for dinner.  Somebody
gave us some beer and then two or three idiots tried to feed us the
recycled beer."

"Huh?  You mean somebody tried to get us to drink piss?"  I was somewhere
between surprised, shocked, pissed off, and worried I might have done it.

"One of the guys stuck his rod in your mouth and started to piss.  You
jumped back and hit him in the balls with your fist.  He pissed all over
everybody then, includin' us.  You took a couple gulps of beer, swished it
around your mouth and then blew it out hard, right on the guy.  Everybody
laughed, and then somebody filled our mouths with dick again."  We both
stopped for a minute to laugh.  It sounded wild, and I guessed we had a
good time.  "I heard somebody say somethin' about fillin' the bottle and
givin' it to us.  That's why I said I was assumin' it was just beer.

"You remember the part where they had you and me and Paulie in a jerkin'
contest?  While somebody filled our mouths, somebody was behind us jackin'
away at us and tryin to rip our nips off.

"One of the guys kept wanting to get your butt, and you kept yellin' it was
off limits.  Ya kept sayin' somethin' about that was a private treasure.
Nobody could understand you tryin' ta talk with a full mouth."

We laughed some more.  I rolled off of him enough to look at my body.  The
evidence was definitely there.  I wasn't sure what I was coated in, but it
was sticky, some was hard, none of it smelled good, and I still needed to
take a leak.  We both got up and staggered off around the trees.  We didn't
bother to hold or aim anything; we just let go.  God, it felt good.  One
other thing I felt; I was starved.

"Man, I'm hungry; I gotta eat somethin'."

"Careful sayin' that around here," Donny told me, smiling.  I didn't
understand and just looked at him.  "You kept sayin' that last night and
every time you did somebody filled your mouth and shot their load down your
gut.  Brad, you had to have set a new record of some kind.  Of course,
that's assumin' that I didn't."

I couldn't believe it.  I let myself become a cum slut for a night.  At
least, I think that's what you called it.  The dumbest thing about it all
was that I know it was something I always wanted to try.  Finally, I did
it, but I couldn't remember exactly how or with whom.  I guess Donny just
explained it all.  One thing I was grateful for was it sounded like I
wasn't the only one.  I was also very thankful that we were in 'Vegas'.
There was only one big problem, the feelings of guilt and shame if I ever
had to tell Uncle Ray.  When one stream stopped, we headed for the other
stream.  Knowing it was cold, we just took a deep breath and jumped in.

"Oh, Gaahhdd!  It's colder than yesterday when Uncle Ray threw me in."

Donny laughed while I reached down to check on the valuable parts.
Everything was there, but definitely trying to draw in for warmth.  I tried
to cup them in my hand for warmth, but it didn't do any good.

"Just wash off real good.  Make sure you get it all so you don't have to
get back in."

We washed off real good and then ran for the sunshine.  Standing in the
sun, we wrapped our arms around each other for warmth.  There wasn't any
concern for anything sexual happening; all the equipment had shrunk up and
wasn't interested in coming out.

"Didn't you guys get enough last night?  After that show you two put on,
you oughta be worn out."  John made the comments while he was followed to
the river by smiling, or at least smirking Larry, Mike, Paulie, and the
rest of 'em.

"Show?" Donny whispered as we just looked at one another.

                                                 ****

Breakfast consisted of Mountain Dew and Fritos for us with the other guys
eating a similar meal.  The hot dogs had sat out all night and we didn't
know if they were any good or not, so we buried them and the buns.  Some of
the guys even ate some of the marshmallows.  We figured we did a pretty
good job of covering our backsides in case the adults looked at the
inventory, and headed back to the cabins.  There was no way I wanted to
have to explain to anyone why we didn't eat the food.  A couple of the guys
said they felt like they were going to barf after that breakfast, but
nobody really cared as long as nobody squealed about what we really did.
The biggest problem for Donny and me was that we weren't totally sure of
what we did.

On the way back to the cabin we asked Larry if he knew what the guys meant
when they talked about the show Donny and I put on.  He had to be lying to
us.

"You and Donny chugged a couple of beers and somebody got the two of ya
goin' on and on about who could suck the other one dry.  You both dropped
into the sixty-nine and went at it for all you were worth till some guys
pulled you apart."

"You're lyin'," I told him in no uncertain terms.  "We wouldn't do that in
front of everybody!"  Larry laughed.

"You two are now known as the cheapest drunks in camp.  Two quick beers and
you were not only happy, but ready for anything the guys suggested.  I bet
you had almost as much fun as me."

"What happened when they separated us?"

"Ya both kept suckin', just not each other.  I tried to get in the action
but somebody kept pluggin' my butt."

I wanted to get some more explanations, but we were too close to the cabin.

"Hey, fellas," Uncle Ray called out as we walked up. "you guys have a good
time last night?"  Larry started snickering and I wanted to clobber him.

"Yeah, it was pretty good," I answered, trying to sound nonchalant.

"What'd you guys do?" I just gave Larry 'the look' at that point, daring
him to snicker again.  I'd been trapped by that question before, and wasn't
about to get trapped again.

"Nothin' much; just guy stuff." Again I tried to sound like it was no big
deal.  "You know, dirty jokes, grab-assin' and stuff; and please don't ask
what stuff."  I hoped he wasn't expecting an answer quite that blunt, and
it worked.  "Why're we packin' so early?"

"Bad weather front coming in," Mr. Paul said. "It's supposed to get real
cool tonight.  In fact, they say we could probably light a fire at home
tonight right after dark.  We didn't think you guys would want to be
runnin' around here 'naturally' in the rain and cold, so we're headed for
home."

At first, I thought we were going to miss out on some fun.  However, given
how tired I was, and the fact that I probably was suffering from a hangover
(I didn't know because I'd never had one) home and a warm fire sounded
good.  Uncle Ray called Larry over and talked to him for a minute.
Whatever Uncle Ray said sure made Larry happy.  Uncle Ray got on the phone
and a couple of minutes later he hung up and gave Larry the okay sign.
Larry was thrilled.  So was I when I found out we were dropping Larry off
at Ben's on the way home.  I started making plans.  My first plan was to
get rid of this terrible feeling I had in my head and gut.

Breakfast didn't do me any good.  Before we left I had to pay tribute
before the porcelain throne.  So did Larry and Donny.  Breakfast wasn't
very good the third time around either.

As usual, Donny and I, and now Larry, climbed in the truck still naked.  We
had clothes but didn't see any sense in wearing them till we had to.  Why?
We started joking around and I heard Uncle Ray refer to us as the three
nakedteers.  Larry grabbed his pole and announced to everybody that his
sword was ready for a bout anytime.  That's when Uncle Ray suggested that
we give serious consideration to getting dressed.  I knew it really wasn't
a suggestion; it was a directive.

We stopped again at the Paddock Mall and hit the cafeteria.  I couldn't
believe how hungry I was.  Of course, I'd left most of my so-called
breakfast back at the camp.  What really looked good was the vegetables.  I
grabbed an adult serving of roast beef and added potatoes and gravy plus
green beans and a carrot soufflé.  I thought Uncle Ray was going to pass
out when I added the strawberry shortcake.  All three of us had about the
same thing and didn't leave a thing on our plates.  Mr. Paul broke into a
laughing fit when Larry wanted more strawberry shortcake.  As we left, I
felt Uncle Ray's hand on my shoulder, holding me back.

"Brad, are you okay, son?"

"Yeah, why wouldn't I be?" I had to ask.  One day I would learn to keep
answers simple.

"Why don't we just say that as parents, Paul and I wander in the night.  As
parents, we have a tendency to wander near the area where we know our kids
will be.  We don't spy, but we do check to see what's happening and make
sure you're safe.  As long as we know you're okay, we leave you boys to do
what boys do.  Now, I'll ask again, are you alright?"

I just stood there and looked at him; I was in shock.  He knew!  I know he
knew.  The problem was that I didn't know how much he knew but I knew that
he knew more than I wanted him to know; but he knew.  I didn't say anything
at first.  I just leaned into him to both give him a hug and get a hug.
Then I answered.

"I'm okay, I guess.  Nobody forced me, Uncle Ray.  But I'm not proud
neither."

He held me for a minute and ran his fingers through my hair as he kissed
the top of my head.  I couldn't quite place it, but I could tell his mood
was changing.  He felt sadder, which made me feel like dirt.  He never said
a cross word.  Ashamed, a tear escaped my eye.  I wrapped an arm around his
waist and leaned into him as we walked back to the truck.

                                                 ****

The warm water and jets felt so nice and relaxing.  Lying against him, I
let my body and mind go, enjoying the feel of his hands as he washed me.
He didn't say any more to me and I wondered if I should say anything to
him.  I kept quiet as he leaned me back and washed my hair.  Cradling my
neck in the palm of his hand, he leaned me back and rinsed my hair the same
as he did the first time when I was so much younger.

When he finished, he kissed me on the forehead and smiled.  It was just a
smile, but it was one of those special smiles that said he loved me and
would always love me, no matter what I did.  I wondered if I imagined that
because that's what I needed right then, or did he really mean it.  He
didn't say anything to ease the hurt I felt inside.  I would have to work
that out myself; that was the price I paid for what I did.

He let me know he was getting out and would bring me a warm robe since the
house was getting cool.  After he brought me the robe and left, I got out
of the tub but left the water.  I didn't want him to know I was out.
Looking under the sink, I found what I wanted and began the task of getting
thoroughly clean.

There was a fire in the fireplace.  He sat on the sofa, reading the paper.
I straddled his lap and when he looked at me, I kissed him on the end of
his nose.  Neither of us said anything as I slipped off to his side.  With
my feet tucked under me, I just sat there and leaned into him while he read
his paper.  After a few minutes, I got up and pulled out a light blanket
which I spread on the floor in front of the fireplace.  I dropped two
pillows in place and returned to him.

There was no way that he didn't see what I had done.  I just stood in front
of him until he set the paper aside and looked at me.  We didn't say
anything.  I loosened the cord holding my robe together and stood there
looking at him.  He leaned forward and placed his fingertips on the outside
of my thighs.  With the lightest of touches, his fingers moved up my sides.
When his fingers were just under my arms, I felt his thumbs brush lightly
over my nips.  With my eyes closed and head slightly back, I took a deep
breath and released it slowly.  Just as slowly, I moved my head down and
opened my eyes.  This was what I really enjoyed.  I looked through tears
that had formed and settled in my eyes.  He pulled me in close and settled
me across his lap; he held me.  When he stood with me cradled in his arms,
I moved my arms and let the robe fall to the floor.

We lay on the blanket in front of the fireplace.  The fire burned low, but
you could just feel the heat radiating through the screen.  I lay on my
back; he lay on his left side, propped up on his elbow.  My eyes were
closed, I thought of nothing while I enjoyed the loving touch of his
fingers running through my hair.  Looking up into his eyes, I had to clear
my mind, my fears.

"Are you mad with me?"

"Nooooo," he answered in a voice that was soft and barely above a
whisper. "Should I be?"

I didn't know what to say, so I just shrugged my shoulders.

"Are you disappointed in me?"  Again, tears formed in my eyes and I tried
to stop them.

"Kiddo, are you feeling bad about what you did, or the fact that I know
about it?  Do we need to talk?"  He stopped rubbing his fingers through my
hair and used them to turn my face toward him.

"Both, I guess," I answered, "Was it bad?"

"You tell me.  Did you enjoy it or learn anything?"

"Yeah and I think so.  When we got there it was already happenin'.  The
guys were all over the place, fuckin' and suckin' each other.  Me and Donny
were kinda surprised and I wasn't sure what ta do.  I'd always dreamed of
doin' somethin' like that, but I never thought it'd be quite like what we
saw; know what I mean?  I looked around and one part of me said go for it
and another part said no.  This one kid, Paulie, was workin' on Larry and
he looked over at me and said he wanted me ta fuck 'im.  I told 'im I
didn't have any lube, and he said it didn't matter 'cause he'd already
takin' three loads."  I had to stop and smile while I said it.

"Any-way, I didn't stick 'im, but Donny did and things moved on from there.
I got all kinds of horny and hot and didn't worry about it no more and just
jumped right in.  I got on my knees and started suckin' whoever wanted ta
get sucked off."  I had to look away from him then, I couldn't look him in
the face.  I continued to look away.

"Uncle Ray, I let myself be a cum dump.  I always wanted to just be there
and be used for sex like the way Larry does it.  I wanted ta see what it
felt like; so I did it.  But it got worse 'cause I know some of the guys
shot their loads on me and one guy wanted me to drink his piss."  I looked
him in the eye real fast. "But I didn't do it; honest Uncle Ray.  Some kid
tried foolin' with my treasure and I wouldn't let him.  When he kept goin'
after it I cracked him in the balls, though."  I hurt somebody, and he told
me to never do that.

"That's alright, son.  If you are legitimately defending yourself,
sometimes you have to go that far.  Tell me something.  Did you have a good
time?"

"I think at first I did, but then things kinda changed.  They gave me and
Donny some beer and I think I drank four.  Donny thinks it wasn't four
beers, he thinks they had partly empty bottles and filled 'em with pee and
then gave them to us.  Anyway, I think I got drunk and that's part of why I
felt so bad this mornin'.  The other part was . . . well . . . I wasn't
exactly jumpin' with excitement and wantin' to tell everybody what we did;
'specially you."

"Well, let me let you in on a little secret.  Both you and Donny looked
like you'd really been through it this mornin'.  Paul and I guessed some of
it and decided to let the two of you suffer; maybe you'll remember it
better.  Now, did you learn anything?"

"Yeah, I don't think I'll ever just be submissive like Larry, least not in
a group like that.  I don't think I like drinkin' that much beer, or
whatever it was, at one time neither.  I know somethin' else too, I don't
mind bein' submissive for the right person.  I think an orgy might be fun,
but not that kind.  I like the lovin' kind better."  I paused a moment and
moved both hands over my head and crossed my wrists. "Love me?"

He leaned over and kissed me on my cheek.  I turned my head and he kissed
me on my other cheek.  When I looked at him, he moistened his lips and I
felt electricity flow through me as our lips touched and his tongue entered
my mouth.  As he broke the kiss, he reached up with his left hand and
gripped my wrists, firmly.  I surrendered to him, heart and soul and body;
I was his boy.

The look in his eyes as he gazed down on me was all I ever wanted.  Slowly,
he kissed and tongued his way down my neck and over my shoulder.  I
squirmed and whimpered.  He placed a leg over my legs to hold me.  At my
shoulder, he moved down and suckled, then nibbled at the sensitive skin of
my underarm.  I gasped and pleaded.

"No . . . oh, gaaaahhhdd, no!  That tickles, Uncle Ray.  Don't!  Nooooo
. ."  I broke into a giggling fit.  The more I protested, the more he
licked and suckled the tender spots.  I wiggled and squirmed, I begged and
pleaded for him to stop.  Tickling can be torture.  Then he stopped and
looked at me with that special twinkle in his eyes.

"That wasn't fair.  You're supposed to be loving me, not tickling me to
death."  Then the look changed and I knew something else was coming.

"AAAAAAHHHHHH!!! STOP! . . . NO! . . . NOT FAIR!! . . .AAAAGGGGHHH!"  He
had put the claw on my stomach and was really going at me.  I couldn't help
it, I screamed and pleaded for him to stop, but I really didn't want him
to.  He had changed me from being worried and almost afraid he was mad or
upset with me, to his squirming puppy.  I laughed and pleaded so hard I
forgot to swallow and drool was coming out of the corner of my mouth.  My
last scream was a moan as he let go and quickly sucked my left nipple into
his mouth and gave it a tongue bath.  The right hand moved down and began
to massage my package.  Two fingers massaged each nugget with my pole
standing between the second and third fingers.  Now I moaned and whimpered
from pure pleasure.  He kept me like that until my hips bucked and I shot a
load over both of us.

When I surrendered myself to him, I did it knowing he would give me nothing
but pleasure.  He gave me pleasure and had me begging for more.  Soon, time
and place were lost.  My mind focused only on the sensations coursing
through my body as he gave me a thorough tongue bath.  Somewhere during all
this I realized he was no longer holding my arms over my head; I was the
only one keeping them in place.  I brought my hands down and pushed on the
top of his head.  I needed his warm, moist mouth surrounding my aching
pole.  When his head reached my package, his fingers wrapped around the
shaft and he rubbed the sensitive head over the shadow of his beard; I shot
off the floor.

My body was rolled over so I lay on my stomach.  Something firm, but soft,
and wet, flicked its way down my crack.  By now, I squirmed and whimpered
continuously.  When my legs opened to give him better access to my
treasure, his arms slipped under my hip bone and grabbed each wrist.
Pulling them down and back, my legs stretched behind me, I was again his
helpless puppy.  I begged for more as I felt his mouth close over the
private opening and begin to suck; his tongue entered.

"Ohh, Gaaahhhddd . . . fuck me . . . pleeaasse, fuck me . . .mmmmmppppphhh
. .aaaahh .  . ohhhhhh . . .mmmmmppphhhhh."

A finger entered me and struck the magic spot.  I wanted to jump but
couldn't.

"AAAAAAGGGGGHHHH!! . .YYYYEEEESSSS . .MOOOOORRREE . .YEAH! . . .
uuunnnnngggghhhhh . . .mmmmppphhhh . . .help . .help me . .oh
GGAAAHHHDDD!!"

He didn't stop until I let out one continuous whimper while my body again
spewed forth my young boy milk.  His hand was under me and he caught it.
He rolled me over and drizzled the creamy fluid over my stomach and chest,
being sure to drip some over my nipples.  He looked up at me, but I could
only see him through almost closed eyes.  I gasped and panted for breath.
With one finger, he rubbed the milk into my nipples and I squirmed one more
time before he bent down and kissed me.

While my body soared with the passion and moved through its own universe, I
tried to return my breathing to normal.  Nothing, absolutely nothing, that
I had experienced at camp could even come close to comparing the
experiences he offered me.  The camp was juvenile sex and play.  Here, in
front of the fireplace, was love in its purest form.  He lay behind me and
pulled me close to spoon into him.  An arm wrapped over my chest while the
other reached down my torso and cupped that which defined me as a boy.  I
melted into him and closed my eyes.  I was his boy.

                                                 ****

My mind told me to wake up.  It registered the smell of food; warm food.  I
opened my eyes and looked around.  He wasn't in the room with me.  Then I
heard him and knew he was in the kitchen.  I had to think for a minute.  We
were on the floor, it was mid- afternoon and I surrendered myself to him.
He didn't disappoint me; he never did.  I was wrapped in his arms, my body
covered in boy milk.  When I looked, I was clean.  Was I so tired and out
of it that I didn't feel him bathe me?  There was also a second blanket
over me, but I still lay on the floor in front of the fireplace.

Sitting up, I remembered what happened and had to smile.  Then, I also
remembered he made me shoot at least two, and maybe three, loads.  It's bad
when you can't remember how many times your body reacts to the
stimulations; or, maybe, that's good.  There was one other thing, I didn't
remember him getting his nut; he just took care of me.

"You awake, kiddo?"  He startled me.

"Yeah, I think so.  Geez, I can't believe how hungry I am."  I started to
move and parts of me ached.  I wondered why and, again, had to smile and
chuckle.  He did a job on me. I stood and stretched.  Then I walked into
the kitchen and wrapped my arms around his waist.  "How long was I asleep?"

"A little over two and a half hours.  I think your little night-time
escapade took its toll."

"I think my uncle had more to do with it than anything else."

"Well, maybe that too.  Right now, why don't you get a quick shower and
I'll finish fixing us something to eat."

"Why do I need a bath?"

"Because you smell like dried up sex, better known as boy cream.  I'll make
it easy.  You can get a quick warm shower, or I can toss you into the pool.
Care to guess the water temperature?"  I didn't say anything; I ran to the
shower.  When I got out there was a fresh towel.  It was warm enough that I
knew he had put it in the dryer for me.

We shared a bowl of soup and a sandwich for each of us.  It was a simple
meal, but the room was filled with more than the smell of freshly made
soup.  The dominant presence could not be seen or touched or smelled, but
it could be felt.  After we ate, we quickly cleaned the kitchen and loaded
the dishes in the dishwasher.  Standing there, without saying anything, I
wrapped my arms around his waist and, again, just stood there.  I could
have stayed like that all night.

He picked me up and carried me to the sofa.  We lay on the sofa with him
behind me and me spooned in as close as possible.  I could feel his fur
against my back.  It moved and tickled with the rise and fall of his
breathing.  He bent his knees and I tucked my butt into his package.  I
could feel his pubes rub my cheeks.  Every part of me that I could have
touch him, did.  My head lay on his arm that was draped up and over my
chest.  With his other hand he used the remote to turn on a movie and then
lay it over my stomach; I lay secure in my nest.  After a few minutes I
excused myself to satisfy a natural calling.  In the bathroom, I prepared
myself to please him.

When I returned, he held out his arms to hold me.  I didn't lay on my side
with my back to him; I faced him.  My left arm ran under his neck, the
other hooked under his arm and rested on his side; one leg worked its way
in between his.  I lay there, looking up to him and feeling his fur rub my
chest as he breathed.  A thumb found his nipple and lightly rubbed over the
top.  He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.  Before he could open his
eyes, I pulled myself up and gave him a light kiss.  Laying my head on his
chest, I listened to the gentle thump-thump-thump of his heart.  The heat
flowed from his body to mine.  Reaching up to give him another loving kiss,
my body melted into his as I invaded his mouth, and then he mine.

Our lips parted and mine found his nipple.  I suckled, tongued and nibbled.
I always liked to nibble his nips.  His chest rose high with the feeling
and the deep breath he slowly sucked in and released.  Slowly, enjoying the
feeling of him enjoying what I was doing to him and for me, I worked my way
down.  When I reached his package, I allowed his manhood to rub along my
face; I held it in my hand and felt the softness of the head move over my
face.  As the head crossed my lips, I reversed the motion.  This time the
tip of my tongue made contact and he gasped.  I placed his rod under my
chin and slowly turned my head from side to side.  He tensed and gripped
the sofa while my hands sought out the silky sac underneath.

Smiling at the feelings I gave him, I rolled the marbles in my palm.  My
other hand held the shaft steady while I slowly, deliberately, and
tortuously licked and nibbled my way up and down his pole till I had it
glistening with my saliva.  When it was thoroughly covered, I allowed my
tongue to touch the area just behind the crown and circled it several
times.  Again he jumped, and whimpered.  He was becoming my whimpering
puppy.  I was very pleased with myself.

Without warning, he reached down and pulled me up.  That wasn't part of my
plan.  I wanted to attack the perineum.  He had other ideas.  He lay me
across his chest; I could still suckle a nipple and didn't hesitate to suck
one into my mouth.  One finger touched the top of my crack and slowly
entered.  My legs spread, wanting to give him access.  The one finger
traveled down until it reached my opening.  I let him know I was fresh, and
he began a gentle massage.  I squirmed and continued to suckle.  His
fingers began rubbing through my hair as I felt him pull his hand away.
Soon, his finger returned.  With his thumb and two fingers, he spread me
and began to lube me.  I relaxed and turned my head to look at him.

"That's nice; feels good," I said; he smiled.

He didn't rush.  He moved his finger in a circular motion until he felt me
relax.  He reversed the motion and pushed in just a little.  I tried to
buck my hips to encourage him to penetrate me.

"Easy, kiddo.  Soon enough.  I enjoy feeling my boy lying across me and
holding him.  You are my angel from heaven."  Saying nothing, I settled
down and closed my eyes while my fingers played with his other nipple.

When the circle reversed the third time, he pressed into me.  I tensed and
whimpered; he held still.  He had penetrated me with his finger only a few
hours earlier, but I needed to adjust again.  When he sensed that I was
relaxed, his finger started moving in a circle, stretching me.  Soon, a
second finger joined and we repeated the process.  I couldn't lie still, I
had to squirm.  I couldn't stay quiet; it was the whimpering and mewing of
a puppy begging for attention.  It was his boy enjoying being pampered.
When the fingers moved in a scissors motion and a third finger entered, I
was reduced to his wet puppy.  I had totally surrendered to him; he could
do with me however and whatever he pleased.

His fingers left me and I felt abandoned, empty.  With his hands on either
side he shifted me to straddle him.  I moved to center myself and shifted
downward for the penetration.  Instead, both of his hands cupped a cheek
and we sat up.  He stood and carried me back to the blanket in front of the
fireplace.  Dropping to his knees, he turned, sat down and then lay down.

"Do whatever you want," He whispered in my ear.

I looked at him and had to kiss him again. Then I devoured his neck and had
to taste his ears.  My hands raked his sides and I reveled in his moans and
sharp gasps.  Experience had taught me well; he had taught me well.  I sat
straddling him with my hands propped on his chest, playing with his nips.
Pulling my knees forward to open myself as much as possible, I slowly slid
down until I felt his tip touch my cheek.  I wiggled first to one side,
then the other, trying to line him up to my treasure.  When he felt right I
pushed back a little, never taking my eyes away from his.  I pushed a
little more and felt him trying to push in.  No matter how many times we
did this, the first touch, the first pressure, always felt strange.  It was
a mixture of slight pain anticipated and excitement at the pleasures to be
experienced.  Ignoring his warnings and teachings, I lined up and pushed
hard, forcing at least half his length in me at once.

"AAAAARRRRRRRRGGGGHHHH!! . .OOHHH FUUUCCKK!! . .ooohhh gaahhhhd . .
.yyeeaaahhhh . ."  I breathed deep and hard, trying to breath through the
pain.  "Now I know why you said to enter slow and easy.  But, God, that
felt great."

I lifted myself, and to his absolute shock, I let my weight go and crashed
down again with his full length spearing me like a hot iron.  The pain was
unreal; I saw stars as I cried out again.  The feeling was beyond
description and I loved it.  I loved it because of the look I saw on his
face as it happened.  That was the first time I speared myself that way,
but it wouldn't be the last with him.  Panting and sweating, I lay on top
of him and used my ass muscles to massage him.  When he started to say
something I put my finger on his lips and squirmed my butt to let him know
I was okay.

It was painful, but it wasn't like being beat with a belt or whip or kicked
in the ribs.  It was different.  It was a good kind of pain that quickly
disappeared and you felt a warm tingling sensation inside.  Wiggling my
butt and squeezing my muscles, I returned to suckling his nips.  His hands
rested on my back while I enjoyed the music of his whimpers.

Sitting up, I turned myself around to face his feet.  Leaning to each side
a little, I pulled my feet back so I pretty much sat of my knees; my feet
tucked into the small of his back.  Slowly, I leaned back until I lay on
top of him, still impaled on his member and my head on his shoulder.  I
turned my head and kissed him and then stretched both arms far over my
head.  When I told him he needed to hold my arms so I didn't throw them
around and hurt myself, he pushed his arms up through mine and then brought
his arms down, pinning mine.

I felt the heat of his body on my back and the heat of the fireplace on my
front.  He had complete control of me; he could do whatever he wished.  He
had my complete love and my complete trust.  He knew what I wanted.  I knew
what made both of us feel good.  His legs came up a little; he spread my
legs and proceeded to pound me.  He pistoned in and out with each stroke
crossing my prostate.  His hands moved under my back and stretched me as
far as possible.  I cried out my passions with each stroke and begged him
to fuck me harder and harder, faster and faster.  Covered in sweat, I
enjoyed wave upon wave of unequaled pleasure as I once again erupted.

He went slow, then fast, then he would stop and ask if I was alright.  Out
of breath, I panted my answer and asked for more.  He started again, this
time with my arms a little loose and a hand over each nip.  I lost track of
the number of times he checked on me and the number of times I asked for
more.  One hand moved to cover my chest while the other reached for my
package.  He massaged me to a hard climax.  With each stroke pressing my
prostate, my tool felt as though it was going to explode with each
contraction.  He stopped to let me get my breath.  When the breathing
slowed, he rolled me to the side and gently moved in and out of me.  The
movement didn't stop until I heard him gasp and felt his warmth running
inside me.

As he had done many times before, he took control of what I started.  My
intent was to mount him, to feel myself impaled by him, to join us.  I
wanted to ride the pony and watch his face as one expression of pleasure
followed the other.  This was my gift to him.  It didn't happen.  He took
control and I let him, like I always did.  He turned me, he led me.  I knew
what he was doing and stayed the puppy following his directions.  Long
before he felt his pleasures, he made sure I felt mine.  He cared for me
first.  When he carried me to bed I reached up and kissed him on the cheek.
His warm palm covered a cheek; his fingertips gently scratched my butt
while I fell asleep.

That was a special weekend.  I fulfilled a fantasy.  I participated in an
orgy where I was the cum slut.  I let others use me in ways I had only
dreamed of or seen in porn pictures on the computer.  The pictures were
hot.  The dreams were hot and wet.  I learned that weekend that sometimes
reality isn't nearly as good as the dream.  Raw, physical sex could not
replace a special kind of love.  I also learned that Uncle Ray would let me
make my mistakes and not judge me.  No matter what, he would always accept
me and love me.  He would let me be me, and I would always be his boy.

End Ch Seventy-Three

To Be Continued.
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