Date: Tue, 22 Jan 2008 15:59:12 -0800 (PST)
From: adm2780 <adm2780@yahoo.com>
Subject: Brads Idol  Chapter Seventy-Five

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Chapter Seventy-Five: Brad's Idol


By the time lunch period arrived, it seemed as though half the school knew
that I was coming to the dance and would do my Tom Cruise impersonation.  I
found the rumor interesting since I hadn't even decided to go to the dance,
and had no desire to dance in my underwear in front of every kid around.
What I wanted to know was who started the rumor that got me into all this.
Donny, Todd, Larry and I sat together at lunch.

"Hey, Brad," Donny started before he even finished sitting down and he was
wearing a shit-eatin' grin, "hear you're gonna dance naked at the dance."

I thought I was going to choke to death on my lunch.  Todd started beating
on my back while I was choking and I thought if I didn't choke to death, he
was going to beat me to death.

"Guys!  Who started all this crap anyway?"  They just looked at me like
they were innocent.  "And don't give me any 'not-me' looks.  Somebody had
ta start all this shit."

"You did," Larry volunteered, without missing a bite of his meal.

"What d'ya mean 'I did'?"  I was really getting pissed off with these guys.
"I didn't do any such thing!  One of you guys had to start this; maybe it
was all of ya."  At that point I was too pissed to care.

"Hiiii, Brad," came this sweet, angelic, voice.  "You gonna be at the
dance?  I heard you're goin' to put on a show for all of us.  That right?"

It was Linda.  God was she good looking.  That girl had a set of tits you
could use for a food tray and lips that were just right for . . . Anyway,
she was an attractive girl that a lot of the guys talked about.  Most of
them just wanted to get inside her bra.

"Brad, stop droolin'." Todd and his smart remarks.  "You might want to
start practicing that slide you do in the beginning of the act.  You
wouldn't want to fall and bust your butt, would ya?"  Everybody thought
that was funny; I even smiled a little.

"Listen, guys, you gotta help me.  I don't know who started all these
rumors, but you know I can't go to the dance and do my Tom Cruise thing.
They'd kick me outta school for dancin' in my underwear!"

"So, don't," Donny offered, like that was a big help.  When I turned and
looked at him, he added, "wear your joggin' shorts instead."  With friends
like these guys I definitely didn't need any enemies.

"Guys, I can not do that impersonation at the dance.  I'd feel like an
idiot.  S'pose I screwed part of it up?"

"Brad," Donny jumped in without giving me a chance to get a breath, "think
about what's gonna happen if you don't do it now.  Do it, and everybody
will think you've got big brass ones.  Don't do it and you're either
chicken, or you got no balls at all.  You'd also hear about it for a long,
long time to come; your school life would be one royal fuck up."

"Thanks," I said just before taking my tray to the window and heading to
class.

"Hey, Brad," Larry called after me, "Uncle Ray's picking me up from school
but your supposed ta go ahead and take the bus."

Now what?!

                                                 * * * *

Home alone, I decided I better figure out what I was going to do.  The
first thing I needed to do was practice the entry slide.  I stripped down
to just my white socks and put on a pair of jogging shorts.  All of these
shorts had my special cut in them which meant there was no underwear
support except for my package, and that wasn't much.  To make matters
worse, or less, I'd grown some so more cheek showed than before.  When I
looked in the mirror I thought I looked pretty hot, especially with no tan
lines.

Three out of the first four slides, I busted my butt.  I knew it would be a
lot better if I could catch a cold real fast and run a little fever; at
least Uncle Ray would make me stay home.  While I sang, I tried to remember
all the moves; the words were easier to remember.  After three falls and
what I knew would be some good sized bruises, I wanted to pull out the
recording and see if I had remembered all the words.  It didn't take too
much digging round for me to find the tape.  When I was ready to play the
tape, the door bell rang.  At first I hesitated, but then figured I'd seen
people out wearing just jogging shorts lots of times.

"Hiiii, Brad." God, she had such a sweet voice, and those boobs; God!

"Hi, Nancy.' I studdered out, "What's up?"

"Well, I thought I'd see if you needed some help getting the album ready or
maybe some help practicing for the dance."  I guess I looked at her like I
was confused, which was true.

"You know, the Halloween dance.  I heard you were going to do that routine
you did for you uncle.  That true?"  I just took a slow, deep breath and
then let it out all at once.

"Seems ta be; least that's what I heard at school today.  I'd sure like ta
know how all this got started."

"Can I come in?"  Good thing Uncle Ray wasn't there to see me stumbling all
over myself and forgetting my manners.

"Sorry, yeah.  Come on in.  I was just about to play a tape of what it is
I'm supposed ta do at the dance.  I gotta be losin' my mind ta even think
about doin' this."

"Why?  I think you'll be great.  Can I watch?"  Before we could sit down, I
turned beet red when she said, "nice shorts."  I really wanted to look at
her and say, 'nice tits', but I bit my tongue before I got myself into
trouble.

I wondered if she meant watch the tape or me.  After playing the movie
scene about five times, I decided to go for it again.  I asked Nancy to
stay in the family room, and we'd pretend she was the kids at school I was
doing this for.  This time, though, I decided to get my lucky necklace and
wear it.  I definitely needed some help somehow.

To my surprise, and probably hers, I made the slide just the way I wanted.
Having made it through the hard part, I proceeded through the whole show.
The only change I made this time was when I was squatting down a little and
balanced on the inside of my feet, I added a little pelvic thrust to the
jumps.  I thought it was kind of hot and Nancy seemed to like it.  However,
she reminded me that not everyone may appreciate it.

"Uhhh, Brad, you may want to think about those little jumps, especially the
part about thrusting your hips out like that?  The teachers may not like it
as much as we do.  But you know what?  Those shorts are really hot.  You
can see the side of your cheek on each thrust.  I think I've seen those
before."

She stared right at my butt and then managed to let her eyes take in every
inch from the top of my head down before going back to my butt.  She had
this funny smile on her face, too, like she was thinking a lot more than
she was saying.  While she was talking, she got up and walked over next to
me.  While she was telling me how hot my shorts were, she managed to rub
her fingers over the side of my butt cheek.  It was at times like these
that a boy was reminded how cruel nature was.

The very thing that helped separate boys from girls, and let boys stand up
to pee, was both his best friend and his biggest enemy.  It was great that
it hung where it did.  A guy could stick his hand in his pocket and with
some not too obvious rubbing, make himself feel real good.  I'd done it
more than once and had even been known to cream my pants on occasion.
That's when it was his best friend.  It was his biggest enemy at times,
like now, when she rubbed the side of my butt and my pole sprang to full
attention and refused to go back down.  There was nothing more embarrassing
than sporting a boner you couldn't hide while standing in front of a girl.

When her fingers touched me, my heart skipped about four beats; I was so
boned up that it hurt, and my mouth went dry as a desert as my tongue
managed to swell up four times its normal size.  I excused myself for a
personal matter.  When I got back a couple of minutes later everything was
fine again.  I'd slipped on a jock strap, hiding the straps that normally
go under my cheeks and inside my crack.  At least the pouch kept everything
in place.  When I walked in to the family room I saw her deliberately look
at my crotch and my still hard boner throbbed.  All I could do was stare at
her boobs.

"You know, I had another reason for coming over here."  She stood so close
to me that I could smell something soft and nice.  God, she smelled good!
All I could think about was how those boobs might feel cradled in my palms.

"I wanted to apologize to you for what I did that time all of us went down
to the camp.  You know I deliberately walked behind you and rubbed up
against you.  I thought you'd like it."

"I did and you don't have to apologize ta me.  We were at a nudist camp and
it was a tight space." I hesitated and then added, "Besides, I kinda liked
it.  The only thing was that it was my first time there and I didn't want
us to get in any kinda trouble."

"Oh?" She sounded pleasantly surprised. "So you don't mind if we're naked
and I rub up behind you, right?  I think that might be nice."  I felt her
hand rub lightly over the side of my cheek; and it wasn't the one on my
face, either.  My legs suddenly felt a little rubbery and my breathing got
a little funny.  God, she had nice boobs; I was afraid I'd drool on them.

"Well, it's not that, it's just that . . .uuhhh . . .well, you see, my
Uncle Ray, he's kinda funny 'bout me havin' naked girls in the house, and
now . .  ."

"Brad!" There was no doubt that it was Larry.  "You here?"  Donny was right
behind him.

I didn't know if I wanted to kiss him for saving me or kill him for
interrupting; maybe both.  Nancy stepped back a little and I sat down to
hide the obvious.

"Hey, Nancy," Larry smiled and acted perfectly innocent.  "What're you guys
doin'?"

I hope he didn't really expect an honest answer to that question.

"Brad's tryin' his impersonation routine out and I'm coaching him.  Wanna
help?"  She said that like it was the absolute truth instead of only part
of it.  Man, she was good, real good.

"How's he doin' on the slide?"

"Busted my butt three times already.  Where's Uncle Ray?" I thought for a
second, then added. "Where'd you go after school today?"

"No where special, Uncle Ray had some place he wanted me to see."  He was
lying through his teeth and not even trying to hide it.

"And I'm right here.  Somebody looking for me?"  There was Uncle Ray, so I
knew that I definitely was not standing any time soon.  It was interesting
to see him try to look without being too obvious to see what, if anything,
I was wearing.  A few minutes later and I might have been wearing nothing,
if Nancy had kept going and I didn't lose my nerve.

"Yeah," Larry volunteered, "Brad's tryin' ta get his impersonation thing
down pat for the dance and he's already busted his butt three times."  I
couldn't tell if Larry was happier over me busting my butt or whatever it
was that he and Uncle Ray were up to and hiding.

"Three times?!"  Uncle Ray looked at me like he thought I had lost my mind.
"What's wrong kiddo, you forget how to ski?  Try again and let's see how
you look."

There was no way I could tell him how grateful I was for the distraction;
it helped my tattletale boner go away.  I lined up for the entry, hit the
wood floor, and bam!  I busted my butt, again.  Uncle Ray sat there and
laughed till he had tears running down his face.

"Glad I could make somebody happy," I told him, frustrated.

The next time I tried it, no problem.  Three more skids with no bumps, and
I was ready to move on.  Once I got into the beat of the music, I
remembered the words and we all had fun.  I was wearing just my socks and
jogging shorts, which I happened to have the waist band turned down a
little.  When I got to the part with the little skips or jumps and added
some pelvic movement, everybody whooped and hollered, including Nancy.  At
the end, Uncle Ray just sat there with this weird grin on his face and
looked at me.

"What?" I asked, looking at him.

"Kiddo, I'm not sure if you're trying to get kicked out of school or get
all of us put in jail, but you just might accomplish both with that little
display.  In fact, I don't remember you being quite that risqu??when you
did it for me."  I couldn't say anything, but I did blush more than a
little.

"Alright, we all know that you'll be wearing more than those shorts and
socks at the dance, so why don't we try it in full dress uniform; such as
it is.  Also, you might want to consider something besides pushing your
front end out at everyone."

The more Uncle Ray talked the more Nancy seemed to enjoy herself.  She was
having a great time, but so were all of us.  Uncle Ray took me to the
bedroom and gave me a shirt of his to wear.  With his shirt, there wouldn't
be any problem with showing more than I should.  When I looked in the
mirror I thought I was wearing a nightgown ? no way.  I pulled out my white
dress shirt and put it on.  Uncle Ray did the finishing touches.

The first thing he did was turn the collar up.  He put my lucky ruby
necklace around my neck and then turned the sleeves up two rolls.  Next
came his gold necklace which he wrapped around my left wrist like a
bracelet.  He stood back, looked at me, and got that weird Cheshire cat
grin going again.  He unbuttoned the top four buttons, not including the
neck, left the next two fastened, and unbuttoned the rest.  Then he opened
the shirt a little and kind of fluffed it out.

"Uncle Ray, this isn't the way Tom Cruise did it in the movie.  In fact, he
had a white t- shirt on under the other shirt.  I show this much skin, I
could get in some big trouble."

"Well, let me ask you this.  Do you want to hear everybody say how you
looked hot like Tom Cruise, or do you want to hear everybody comment on how
hot you looked and how good you were?  Also, this is supposed to be a
costume dance and entertainment.  You'll be alright as long as you remember
to put your pants back on and button a couple of buttons back up.  Now, let
me go back and let's try this again."

When I looked in the mirror I had to admit that I looked not only hot, but
double hot.  I could almost see me making a move on me.  When I bent my
knees and stuck my package out a little, the shirt split open just enough
to show a little skin.  From the right angle you could even see the edge of
the nipple.  I wondered if an earring would be too much.  What about a fake
nipple ring?

For some reason the slide started working like a charm for me.  I didn't
fall when I made my entrance, I didn't even feel close to loosing my
balance.  By now I had done this routine so many times I could go through
the words without even thinking about it.  This time I improvised a little
and, instead of doing a lot of the little jumps or skips and thrusting my
package out, I jumped up on the sofa and ottoman.  I turned slowly and when
I was about a quarter of the way around, I flexed my muscles so my bubble
butt bounced to the music.  I also made sure the shirt stood open a little
and slowly rubbed my hand over my stomach and chest.  I was definitely
going to try for a fake nipple ring.

Donny and Larry were going crazy and said they couldn't wait to see me do
that at the dance.  Uncle Ray told them not to say anything at school; it
wouldn't be fair to put that pressure on me just in case I changed my mind;
yeah, uh-huh.  Nancy carried on like a wild person.  She laughed and
shouted at me.  When it was over she said she had to go home.  On the way
out her hand went to my butt again and she pinched me.  I was shocked, or
at least acted like it, and turned to look at Uncle Ray, who was about to
fall out of his chair, laughing.  That made three times she felt me up in
one day and I hadn't gotten my hands in her bra yet.

* * * *

After supper, Larry and I started our usual clean-up; this time, though,
Uncle Ray decided he would help us since he had burned some of the gravy in
the pan.  It not only smelled bad, but burned on gravy could be a chore to
get cleaned off.  After we had the dishes cleared from the table and on the
counter, Larry asked if he could just go ahead and get his shower.  He'd
been acting a little funny since he got home and still acted that way.
Uncle Ray told him to go and he and I would finish cleaning.

"Uncle Ray, you gonna tell me what you and Larry did today?"

"No."  That's all he said.  I had to turn and look at him; no explanation,
no nothing, just "no."

"Brad, do you want me telling everyone what you do all the time?"

"That's different," I argued, "we, you and me, know what I do."

"Right, and Larry and I know what he did.  If he wants to tell you, that's
up to him.  In the mean time, you need to reel that nose in a little.
He'll tell you when the time is right."  That was it, nothing else.  We
continued to clean the kitchen for the next few minutes.

"Did it have anything ta do with school?" I asked, not completely
innocently, but not completely not innocently either.  He ignored me and I
didn't say anything for a couple of minutes, I think.

"Did it have to do with the dance tomorrow night?"

"What did I tell you just a few minutes ago?  Don't push it, kiddo.  Larry
has a right to some privacy too."

"Well, don't get mad at me.  I was just tryin' ta help."  Then I got the
look that said don't push it any more, or else.  I let it drop; for then.

After we cleaned the kitchen Uncle Ray headed for his chair and pointed at
the shirt I had left on the sofa.  I didn't say anything, I just picked up
my shirt and hung it back in the closet.  It also let me walk by the
bathroom door.  Any boy could identify the sounds coming from there.  I
listened at the door for a minute before I headed for the family room.
Larry must have really been bathing one particular appendage on his body;
the one that made him moan real loud.

Uncle Ray was in his usual over-sized chair reading the paper; the
television tuned into the news.  I climbed on his lap and turned around,
propping my feet kind of next to and on his shoulder and draping myself
across his legs.  He laid his paper over my back and it felt like he must
have been doing the crossword.  That or he was making some weird design on
my legs and butt.

When 'Jeopardy' came on he set the paper aside and I felt him shift a
little.  His reflection in the television said his elbow was propped on the
arm and he was leaning into the palm of his hand.  The other hand lay
across my backside.  Soon, I felt his fingers rubbing over my cheeks as he
gently scratched my butt.  He almost had me asleep when I felt the slight
sting of a love pat with him telling me it was bath time.  I must have
fallen asleep because I didn't remember seeing Larry come in and lay on the
sofa.

I did get up and tugged at Uncle Ray's arm to come with me.  He thought I
wanted him to pamper me, which I was thinking about, but I had other plans.
When we got in the tub he turned on the jets and then realized that I had
set his safety razor next to the tub.  He did give me an interesting look.
I liked to think it might be a little curiosity mixed with a sense of fear
of what I might be planning.  He had nothing to fear from me.

"Care to tell me why the razor is sitting next to the tub?"

"Uncle Ray, you gotta trust me, okay?"

"Maybe.  Depends on why I need to trust you.  Want to explain?"

"Well, you know how you like to reach down and play with my nuggets, and
when you do you always say how soft and silky my sac is; especially when
you give it a tongue bath.  Right?"  He didn't say anything and just kept
looking at me; I pressed on with my explanation but divided my attention to
caress his nipple.  "Well, whenever I give your nuggets a tongue bath it's
not like that.  The problem is that you got too much hair around your
balls.  I thought maybe I could shave the hair off and then I could see if
your sac is as soft and silky as you say mine is.  Get it?"

When he didn't say anything I picked up the razor and reached for his sac.
You would have thought I wanted to do something horrible.

"WHOA!  WHOA THERE KIDDO!  You cut in the wrong place and there could be
some serious consequences here.  And I'm the one that would have to pay for
the rest of his life."  He reached down and took the razor.  "What makes
you think I want the hair shaved off, anyway?"

"Why not?  I don't have any there and you enjoy it.  Whenever I try to give
you a tongue bath there all I get is hair in my teeth.  Is that fair?  I
just wanted ta try it once without the hair.  That's all."  I kept my hold
on his sac and reached for the razor.  He stopped me again and decided he
would rather do it himself.

After the initial strokes he decided to stand up.  I stayed on my knees and
helped stretch the skin so it would be easier.  I also pointed out areas he
missed.  When his sac was finished I pointed to some more in the crease on
either side of his package.  With my supervision, he did a pretty good job.
Of course, it was difficult for me to leave him alone.  In fact, it was
impossible and so I decided not to fight the temptation.  It was easy to
stroke his pole 'innocently' and to just as 'innocently' rub the palm of my
hand over the head.  His breathing was very relaxed.

When we went to bed I didn't fool around any, there was no need.  He got
the message in the tub and I was more than ready.  Straddling him, with my
knees on the bed, I lay over him.  Propped up on my forearms, I could look
him in the eyes; we both smiled.  I pinched his cheeks between my thumb and
forefinger and jiggled his cheeks the way I remembered my grandma did me
when I was little.  He didn't like it any more than when it was done to me.
I made it up to him with a kiss to each cheek and then thrust my tongue in
his ear.  I heard the sharp breath and felt his chest swell upwards from
the sensations.  He was horny.

Sometimes the best kind of love and sex is the slow and easy kind.  As much
pleasure, and sometimes more, can be had from pleasing the one you love.
How many times had I asked him to pamper me; how many times to give me a
hard fuck; how many times did he only please me and take nothing.  He had
taught me that sometimes you take by giving.

Slowly, I reamed out each ear and tongue bathed his neck, licking and
nibbling everywhere.  His sharp breaths and whimpers encouraged me.  When I
reached the left nipple I licked it real good and then pulled back to blow
a gentle stream of warm breath over it.  I always liked his nips and spent
plenty of time moving from one to the other.  The nip I wasn't licking or
sucking received a nice massage.  There was no biting or twisting this
time; this was a gentle time.  His hands were all over me; rubbing,
massaging, probing.

As I slid down his body, I reached between us and held his hard pole.  I
held it up and let it pop against my crack.  As I slid down it pointed down
and pressed into my groin.  When my boyhood lay on his manhood, I began a
slow, rhythmic rocking back and forth.  As I rocked I nibbled and tongue
bathed each rib and pulled my fingernails down his side.  Finally, I
reached my ultimate goal.  I lay between his legs and smelled around his
package.  I had to smell him, then I had to lick and kiss him while his
pole rubbed along my cheek.  As I worked my way down his crease, I felt his
soft, silky sac rub my cheek.

I lifted my head and looked up at him.  His eyes were closed, each hand
clutched the sheets.  Again, I smelled his essence; I couldn't get enough.
Did this make me a cock hound or a cock slut?  No, this made me a boy who
wanted to please his man, a boy who was ready to give back a little.

A light kiss to his pole.  A thumb crossing the head, spreading his fluid
and making him whimper.  I held his pole to my cheek and felt his silky
firmness.  I was hard myself and fighting not to shoot.  I buried my nose
in his sac and then rubbed my face in the smoothness.  Tasting it was not a
choice; it was a necessity.  I began to whimper and hump his leg.
Suddenly, he sat up and reached under my arms, pulling me up.

"Noooooo," I whined, "I'm not finished."

He didn't say anything.  He lifted me up, smiled at me just before he
attacked my nipple.  I whimpered my pleasure just as he reached down and
grabbed the inside of my leg.  He pulled me up and held me there while he
buried my boyhood in his mouth.  He tried to suck my nuggets out of me; he
got my juice.  When I finished unloading, he held me while I calmed down
and then lay me back where I had been.  He lay down as though nothing had
happened.  I returned to bathing his sac and nibbling my way up his pole.

His hands were on my head.  He whispered encouragement to me which I soaked
up like a sponge.  His fingers ran lightly over the edge of my ears and
then tickled the ear canal.  I giggled and squirmed while I continued to
taste him.  I loved rubbing my face in his soft, silky sac; I loved sucking
one ball at a time into my mouth and rolling it around as much as I could.

Shifting to change my position, I placed his manhood in my mouth and
gradually worked it back.  It had been a little while, but I had swallowed
it before.  When it reached my throat, the natural gag reflex kept stopping
me.  I kept trying to swallow him and didn't stop until I could give him a
good tonsil massage.  I pulled his pole out until only the tip remained
inside.  Opening my mouth a little, I made my tongue flutter over the very
tip.  He almost cleared the bed.

When he caught his breath he reached down and grabbed me again.  This time
I was flipped upside down.  His head rested on the inside of my thigh.
First, my nuggets were wet and warm; then, he had my pole.  He tried to
suck my nuggets out through my pole.  I did the same to him.  Whatever he
did to me I tried to duplicate on him.  He lifted my top leg so it lay over
his head, then I went wild.  His middle finger traveled slowly down my
crack, stopping at the sensitive entrance to my treasure.  He let it rest
there a minute, then I felt thump . .thump . .thump.  Each time his finger
landed on my sensitive opening, a little shock wave of pleasure coursed
through my insides.

I squirmed and whimpered from the thrill of tasting him and from the waves
of pleasure he sent through me.  I had to wrap my arms around his butt and
hold on as tight as I could.  His hands were all over me and I didn't know
which part felt the best.  My whole body was on fire; it was like one big
overly sensitive nerve, I shot again.  As I shot, he held me close and
wouldn't let go.  While I shot into him, he unloaded in me.  I tried to
concentrate and swallow all he gave me, but some escaped and ran down my
cheek.

We both breathed heavily.  When we slowed down he lifted me up again.  I
settled into my nest as he wiped my face.

"Have I told you lately what an incredible kid you are?"

"Yeah, but you can do it again," I answered, smiling up at him and running
a finger over his chin.  "Love you, Uncle Ray."

 I drifted into sleep as he scratched my butt and kissed me on the top of
my head, telling me he loved me.  I was content, knowing I was his boy.

End Ch Seventy-Five

To Be Continued: comments welcome; contact Dwight Wilson at
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