Date: Sat, 23 Feb 2008 14:25:09 -0800 (PST)
From: adm2780 <adm2780@yahoo.com>
Subject: Brad's Idol  Ch Seventy Eight

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Chapter Seventy-Eight: Brad's Idol

Was it the big steak I ate for dinner; or, maybe, the steak combined with
the glass of beer he gave me to enjoy?  Whatever it was, I was definitely
more mellow after dinner than I was that afternoon.  We lay on the sofa
with me spooned into him, the afghan once again covering us.  I used his
left arm as a pillow while his right arm was wrapped around my chest,
keeping me snuggled in close.  Subconsciously, one hand held onto his arm
while the other stroked the hairs on his forearm.

You don't think about your body moving when you breathe.  It's a natural
action that we always take for granted.  Lying there, my back pressed into
him, the fine hairs on his chest tickled my skin.  It wasn't a funny ha-ha
type of tickle; it was a soothing, comforting kind of tickle.  The
movement, together with the heat generated by his body, let me know he was
there.  This was one of my favorite things to do; just lie naked with him
and cuddle.  I felt safe and secure; there was nothing that could shatter
my world.

We lay there, neither of us saying anything.  I reached down and pulled his
hand up to me.  I gave him a light kiss on the back of his hand.  It felt
right.  His response was to pull me up and closer, if that was possible.  I
felt the kiss on the back of my head.  He moved his right hand and ran his
fingers through my hair.  A tingling sensation ran through me and I had to
stretch my body out.  I felt him chuckle and again pull me close.  Reaching
back, I ran the palm of my hand over the side of his face.  I settled back
into my nest.

Sometimes things happen and you aren't aware of when it began.  You just
become aware of the fact that it's happening.  We watched one of the Rambo
movies, I don't know which one.  It was the one where the colonel got him
out of jail and he was supposed to rescue some prisoners.  The awareness
began with that tingling sensation again, accompanied by my mewing.  His
fingers were moving slowly, softly up and down my chest and stomach.  His
thumb teased my nipples.  When his fingers moved down and neared my already
alert boyhood, I moved my right leg over his legs, giving him total access
to my every being.  I closed my eyes and enjoyed the pampering; my mind
drifted.

                                       * * * *

People say a small child follows their instincts.  They know,
instinctively, when they first meet someone whether that person is a threat
or will protect them.  No one that I know can explain, at least I can't,
what it is about someone that let me know that I didn't need to fear them.
I was five the first time I met Uncle Ray.  What I remember from that first
time was not being afraid of him and the time he spent with me playing with
the toy rifle he had bought me.  The only other man I can remember spending
that kind of time with me was my grandpa on the farm.  My dad never did, at
least not that I could remember.

After Uncle Ray left the university, he would come back to visit us.  He
got my bed and I slept with my dad.  Sometimes, my dad would be out and it
would be just me and Uncle Ray and he let me cuddle with him.  My instincts
told me it was okay.  Sitting on the sofa, he would bring both feet up
usually with the right leg laying on the sofa and the left foot standing on
the right ankle.  That left a space for me to crawl through and lay my head
in his lap.  We didn't have air-conditioning, so if it was warm weather we
didn't usually have a shirt on.  I could lay, or sometimes sit, in his lap
and lean into him.  He felt warm and his arms around me felt good; and,
there was that special smell.

When my dad got so busy with his work at university, he would send me to
Uncle Ray for the weekend.  Without my dad there to tell me what I couldn't
do, I always climbed into Uncle Ray's lap and wanted him to hold me.  He
let me sleep in the same bed with him; what a treat.  Uncle Ray had this
huge bathtub he let me fill with water.  He let me do something else my dad
said I couldn't do.  He let me play with my army men in the tub. Grandpa
let me run naked on the farm.  Dad yelled at me and even put a belt to me a
couple of times for running around naked.  He never told me why it was bad.
Uncle Ray let me run naked too.

I don't know when it happened, it really didn't matter.  It may have been
one of the many times he gave me a powder rub-down, or when he held me, or
when he made me feel so special.  But there was one thing I knew above all
else, I loved my Uncle Ray and would do anything to not disappoint him.  I
thought about the time I cheated in school and he found out.  He was going
to spank me and I wished he had.  Instead, I got something worse; the hurt
look on his face tore me apart and then I lost the privilege of seeing him.
When I did see him again, I promised myself, it would never happen again,
and it didn't.

The trips to the beach, the whitewater rafting, the skiing, the concerts,
shows and plays.  The dirt bikes, running the trails and getting filthy
dirty from head to toe.  The apartments, again getting filthy from head to
toe, soaked in sweat, and tired.  They were all fun, they were all good;
but, the best times were the times we were alone; grab-assing in the pool,
lying naked in the warm sun after a good swim.

"What are you thinking about?"  His voice startled me back to the
present. I moaned, feeling him massage the twins.  When I opened my eyes,
he was directly over me.  When did I roll over onto my back?

"Hey," I said softly, looking into his eyes, and smiled and stretched my
body as I enjoyed his caresses.

"Hey yourself, boy."  He smiled and then growled at me, playfully.  Another
growl and he attacked my neck, sucking and chewing all over my neck until
he reached my ear.  His tongue explored as I cried out my pleasure.

"AAAAGGGGHHHHH!!. . . not fair!. . .ohhhh
gaaahhhdd. . .ohhhh. fuck. . . you feel so gooodd. . .mmmmmpppphhhh," I
whispered as he gave me a tongue bath.

When he moved away from my neck and down my chest, he lay on top of me
propped on his elbows by my side.  Placing a hand on each side of his head,
I tilted his head to look at me.  Tears formed, but I didn't cry; I just
looked at him and he knew.  He looked at me a moment and smiled.  Slowly,
he dropped his head, balancing me with his hands under my shoulder blades,
he suckled a nipple.  I gasped at the touch of his tongue as he sucked my
nipple into his mouth.  One nipple and then the other, back and forth, till
I squirmed and writhed with the pleasure coursing through me.

His hands moved around my shoulders and, slowly, his fingertips traced
their way down my arms.  My fingers slipped between his and we locked
hands.  He pulled my hands up and then stretched my arms out over my head;
at the same time he continued to send waves of pleasure through me as he
nibbled on my nipples.  With my arms stretched out he left my nipples and
attacked me in the arm-pit.  I felt his tongue and then the suction of his
mouth against the tender skin.  I gasped, and whimpered as I twisted to
give him better access.  He kept me in teen boy heaven.

Arm-pit to nipple, nipple to nipple, nipple to arm-pit to ear; his tongue
explored deep inside my ear as I whimpered and bucked against him.  My legs
pulled up, involuntarily, and wrapped them selves around his waist.  I
bucked against him and screamed as I felt my boyhood explode so violently I
knew it was damaged.  My juices flowed between us, I bucked harder and
harder, gasping for air; he continued to suckle.

His hands again slipped under my shoulder blades.  He lifted me and I
wrapped my arms around his neck, my legs still around his waist, he
supported me while I recovered.  When my breathing settled, I lifted my
head off his shoulder and kissed him softly on the cheek.  He let me fall
away just enough so we could look into one another's eyes.  Nothing was
said as he lay me back down.

When he sat up he used the first two fingers of his right hand to scrape up
some of my juices.  One finger he offered to me and I cleaned it; he
cleaned the other.  I used the first two fingers of my right hand to scrape
up more of my juice.  One finger I offered to him and he cleaned it; I
cleaned the other.  We smiled at one another as I bent forward and suckled
a nipple.  He held me for a few minutes until I gently pushed him back.  He
lay down and I lay on him to return the pleasures he had given me.  I
stopped for only a moment as I reached over and picked up the tube of lube
and handed it to him.  Straddling him with my knees on the couch I felt two
fingers begin to massage the entrance to my treasure.

I nibbled and tongued my way over his chest while I whimpered from the
feelings he gave me.  Pushing myself up, I propped myself on his chest
while using my thumbs to massage is nipples.  After I knew he had me loose
enough, I lifted myself up and moved down to swallow him.  Holding his
staff, and pointing it towards our feet, I used the tip of my tongue to
tease him and then put the head in my mouth.  As I opened my mouth for him
to enter, I exhaled so my warm breath flowed over the sensitive head.
After twirling my tongue around the head, I sucked and swallowed.  It was
an awkward angle, but by shifting a little I swallowed him.  Controlling my
swallows and backing off only enough to take in fresh air, I smiled to
myself as I watched him squirm with pleasure.

As tempting as it was to let him release in my mouth, I backed off.
Smiling, I crept back up to straddle him.  Reaching back, I aimed him at my
treasure and slowly, he entered me.  When I knew I had all of him, I sat up
and rocked back and forth just a little; he gasped.  The pony stroked my
magic spot and I whined.  I gasped as his warm hand encircled my raging
boyhood.  Sitting still, I concentrated to work my inner muscles.  His
breathing told me I'd pleased him.

His hands went to my hips to stop me.  He opened his arms for me to lay on
him.  When I lay on him he held me close, rolled over and stood up; I still
rode the pony.  Carrying me he moved over in front of the fireplace and
stood there.  One hand on my back, he used the other to move my hand off
his shoulders.  His hands went to the small of my back and I felt his
thumbs in my sides.  With his fingers locked in the small of my back, I
fell backwards and he began a steady bucking motion.  .

"AAAGGGGHHH!!. . .AAAAAAGGGGHHH. . . .OOOOHHHH GAAAAHHHDDD. .
.ohhh. . .ohhh. . .uuunnngghhh. . .uunngghh. . .OOOHHH
. .OOOOHHHH. .NOOOOO!"  I pleaded as each movement of the pony stroked
across my magic spot.

My hands flailed through the air.  I slobbered on myself and I saw without
seeing.  My very being was exploding in me as he continued to stroke the
spot.  Then I felt pain. No!  It was pleasure, but it was also pain as I
again erupted.  My juices went into the air and landed on both of us; I
squealed my pleasure and spewed out gibberish to express the ecstasy I
felt.  When I'd finished, he lay me on the floor.  My butt in his lap; I
kept the feeling of fullness with him in me.

He lifted my legs so they lay to the outside of his upper arms.  His hands
rubbed up and down my sides.  My breathing returned to normal and I opened
my eyes.  I laughed when I felt him tweak my nipples and he began a gentle
rocking motion.  He leaned over and placed his hands under my shoulders.  I
circled my arms around his neck as he lifted me.  Staying on his knees, he
leaned back to balance us and I used the leverage of my legs on his arms to
raise and lower myself; I rode the pony.  The ride lasted till I felt him
fill me with his own strong eruption; he gasped for air.  When he lay me
down he moved my right leg to his front.  He twisted me on my side as he
lay down behind me and spooned me.  There was a kiss to the back of my
head, my hand reached back and stroked the side of his face.  Nothing was
said as we slipped off to sleep with him still in me.

We slept on the floor, in front of the fireplace that night.  I awoke in
the middle of the night and felt him behind me.  Retrieving a warm
washcloth, I cleaned us both; he lay there and left me to do what I wanted.
After drying us off, I again found a nipple to suckle.  He stroked my back
while I held myself close to him, relishing his warmth.  After a few
minutes I turned so we were head to toe, our favorite position.

There was only intermittent sleep that night, but it was all we needed.
Little was said; little needed to be said.  We continued until we both fell
asleep from total exhaustion.  In the morning, he carried me to the
bathroom where we soaked in a hot tub and he bathed me.  He washed my hair
and I washed his.  We fixed breakfast and talked about the fun times we had
that summer.  He reminded me he would always be there for me, and only a
phone call away.  That's what made me feel sad; I didn't want him a phone
call away.  I needed him near me where I could feel him, his love and
security.

We cleared the table and, as he loaded the dishwasher, I sat on the
counter.  Naked, clean and content, I offered myself to him again.  He
smiled at me and buried his face in my chest.  I held his head while I
waited for him to take a nipple.  He kissed me in the middle of my chest
and then gave me a raspberry.  I giggled as he lifted me and carried me to
the sofa.  We lay down with me spooned into him.  We stayed there with him
holding his boy until Larry came in a little after noon.

Larry wasn't alone; Ben came in with him.  I felt Uncle Ray laugh to
himself and knew he was glad we had the afghan over us.  We just waited for
Ben's mom to come around the corner, but she didn't.  Ben had come in to
thank Uncle Ray for all the times he let Ben stay overnight and for, as Ben
put it, understanding about him and Larry.

"Mr. Ray, well, I just wanted ta say thanks for. . . well. . .you know, for
bein' so good 'bout me and Larry and helpin' us with my ass-hole brothers."
Ben did a good job of stumbling over himself.

"Your welcome," was all Uncle Ray said in response.  I could look in Uncle
Ray's eyes and tell he was amused about something.  Ben just stood there,
fidgeting; Uncle Ray knew it and enjoyed watching him squirm.

"Mr. Ray, do you think that maybe, only if you want to, of course, that
maybe, you could maybe talk to Brad's dad and. . . ."  Uncle Ray was
smiling at how much Ben was stumbling around by now.

"Yes, Ben, I will," Uncle Ray interrupted, to Ben's relief. "You two need
to remember though, that all I can do is let him know you are good friends
and I let the two of you exchange overnights some during the summer.  He'll
do the same, but I wouldn't go into any real detail if I were you.
Understand?"

"We understand!" Larry and Ben blurted out, almost simultaneously, which
made Uncle Ray and me begin to laugh.

"Thanks," Ben responded, sounding very relieved.  "Well, guess I better go,
my mom's waiting in the car.  See ya in school, Brad."

I waived to Ben and watched as he left, followed by Larry.  We knew that it
would take a couple of minutes for Ben to actually leave, while the two of
them said their own personal goodbye.  Ben and Larry knew, just as I did,
that once we were home with my dad and Kathy, things would be a lot
different than when we were with Uncle Ray.

Larry came back looking a little different than when he followed Ben out.
His shirt was now in his hand, his pants were unzipped and appeared to be
tented, and it really looked like one of his nipples was wet.  When I
started laughing a little, Uncle Ray popped me on my butt and whispered for
me to hush.  Larry's eyes were also a little red.  Uncle Ray motioned for
Larry to come over to him and sit on the coffee table.  Then he told me to
sit next to Larry.  Larry sat on the table and stared at the floor.

"Larry, look at me, son.  The world isn't ending.  The only thing changing
is you'll be living back home with your parents.  You'll see Ben and go
stay with him and he'll come visit and stay some weekends with you.  No one
has said the two of you can't see one another."

"I know," Larry whined, "but it's still not the same.  Before, we always
had ta worry about his brothers, and you helped us straighten that out.
And when he came here we didn't have ta worry about anybody knowin' that
him and me was, well, you know, like lovers.  You didn't pass judgment on
us.  You just told us ta be careful and not force anything.  Now, we gotta
go back and be real careful and hide from everybody.  Why'd everything have
ta go backwards?"

"Lar, when all this started, didn't we all now it would only be for a few
weeks until your parents were able to get here?  It lasted a couple of
weeks longer than we thought it would, so shouldn't we just be glad we had
the time to relax and be ourselves?"

"Yeah, I guess, but I still wished it could be longer; Brad does too. If it
was up to us, we'd never leave.  Maybe, 'stead a bein' sad, I should say
thanks, too."  Larry sounded like he wanted to at least sound happier; he
wasn't having much success.

"Larry, it's okay to be a little sad as long as you also remember the fun
times.  If I had my way I'd keep both of you here, too.  But, it's not
going to happen and I plan on holding on to the fun times and try to keep
these last few hours from being sad."

"Uncle Ray, you know what Ben told me?  He said one of the reasons he
really liked it here was 'cause you let us go naked all the time.  Ben's
real proud of his big package and sometimes he'd just stand in the middle
of the room and spread his feet apart and rock back and forth.  He said it
felt good to feel his balls bouncing around."  Larry was smiling again.
"Does that sound stupid, or what?"

"No, Larry, that doesn't sound stupid.  In fact, I know someone else who
likes to do that."  Uncle Ray looked over at me and smiled. "It just sounds
like a boy being a boy."

I didn't say anything back to him.  I just stood in front of him, spread my
feet, and let my package bounce from side to side.  Uncle Ray grabbed the
twins with a firm grip and pulled me into his lap.

"Do I see a kid looking for trouble?" he asked me.

"Depends.  Sometimes my kinda trouble can be fun; horny toad fun."

He lay me in his lap and let go of the family jewels.  Then he did the last
thing I expected.  He sank his wide open hand into my stomach and got me
with the claw!

"AAAHHHH.. . . stop! . .stop!. . .OOHHH GAAHHDD!. . .not fair. . .ohhh
noooo!!. .  .nooo!!. . .not fair!. . .it hurts!. . .I'm serious, it
hurts!!"

Of course, he didn't listen.  I guess it was hard to take me seriously
given how hard I was laughing and, Larry's laughing didn't help matters.
He finally stopped when the phone rang.  I knew immediately that he was
talking to my dad.  While they talked, I straddled his lap and leaned into
him; my poor stomach needed protection.  As payback, I pulled and twisted a
nipple while he talked to my dad.  There was no way he was going to say
anything while they talked.  I got another pop on my butt for my efforts.

"Okay, you two, listen up.  He's just now leaving and won't be here for
another four or five hours.  It occurred to me that neither of you has any
sleeping shorts you can wear around the house, at least when the ladies are
around.  So, how about we go get the two of you some sleeping gear, and
maybe take a few things over to the other house.  We need to check it out
and make sure it isn't too dusty for you to move in anyway."

"I thought we were going to move everything at once.  Why can't we just
stay here for a while longer?"

"How about you two showing some consideration to your dad by letting him
know you're trying to help?  You know, if he wanted to be selfish, he could
have insisted that both of you go back and help him load the truck and get
the old house ready to turn over to the realtor.  I don't think I'm asking
too much, just a little suggestion of cooperation?"

"We go do this and get it done in a hurry, then can we come back here and
play some.  Larry and me can show ya how to have a real good time; just for
fun?"

"Don't you two ever think of anything else?"

"Yeah, food.  We gotta eat ta keep our energy up for our second favorite
past-time.  Remember, we're just growing boys trying to discover ourselves
and we got a lot left ta discover," I told him.  My smart answer earned me
another smack on the butt as I climbed off his lap, laughing, and headed
down the hall.

                                       * * * *

Home room Monday morning was mostly a blur, so was most of that school day.
When I left for school, Uncle Ray was there to give us a hug and tell us to
have a good day.  I gave him a big hug and didn't want to let go.  His
hands were on my back, holding me.  He moved his hands to my neck and gave
me a kiss on the top of my head just before he said, "Go now, and make me
proud."  What he meant was for me to keep my head high and handle the
situation.  It wasn't easy; not by a long shot.  God, how I wanted to cry.

I smiled to myself remembering Sunday afternoon.  Larry and I had packed
some of our things Sunday afternoon and put them in Uncle Ray's car.  We
all headed to the mall where Uncle Ray bought us satin finished boxers
which he called sleeping shorts.  Uncle Ray said we were too big now to be
running around the house in front of the ladies wearing just our
tighty-whities.  When I suggested we use jogging shorts with my special
cut, the only response was a very evil look.  Of course, the shopping was
preceded by a stop at the food court for lunch.

It didn't take much time to take some of our clothes and other things in
and put them away.  Uncle Ray had brought Pledge and rags.  Since we had
wood floors in our bedroom I explained to Larry how you could spray Pledge
on the floor and do some absolutely unreal slides in your socks.  I kicked
my shoes off and did a demo for him.  When I stopped the slide I turned
around to see Uncle Ray standing there with his hands over his ears and
eyes closed.  He had seen me do slides lots of times at the old house.  Why
react now?

When we got back to the house the first thing Larry and I did was look at
the clock.  We still had a little over two hours before my dad would get
there.  Larry and I grinned at each other and stripped.  When Uncle Ray
asked what we were doing we reminded him that he said we could play when we
got back.  He really didn't say we could, but he didn't say we couldn't
either, and that was just as good as saying we could.  Larry went after
Uncle Ray's shirt while I unfastened his pants.  Soon as we had him naked,
we each grabbed a hand and pulled him back to the bedroom.  We didn't play
around and try to trick him.  We just pushed him down on the bed, cuffed
him, and secured his arms to the headboard.  It was horny toad teen attack
time for fun.

We played our normal games with him, chewing and sucking his nipples, a
good tongue reaming of his ears with some lobe nibbling.  It was always
nice to get him worked up so he moaned and mewed some; that made him our
whimpering puppy, or maybe, big puppy.  We kissed, sucked and licked our
way down his sides and back up.  When I nibbled the inside of his thigh I
thought he'd clear the bed.  After we got his nips good and red while we
played with his package, Larry and I each straddled a leg.  That was the
first time that I was ever a co-blower in a blow job.

Uncle Ray's arms were still secured to the headboard, and with our weight
on his legs, maybe he could throw us, but not likely.  I pulled my
fingernails up the inside of his left thigh while Larry dragged his down
the inside of the right thigh.  One problem Larry and I had was when each
of us tried to suck in one of his twin orbs.  However, we worked at it and
by twisting our heads a little, each of us managed to get a mouthful.  We
also got an earful of him inhaling sharply through gritted teeth and
shouting out a couple of interesting exclamations.  Boy, did he ever get
worked up!

Another first was co-bathing his manhood.  Larry had one side and I had the
other.  Sometimes we both licked and sometimes one licked while the other
nibbled.  We did make sure we shared the knob and didn't nibble at that
point.  Another trick I learned from Uncle Ray through experience, was that
by pushing at the very base and underneath the pole, you could suppress the
urge to climax.  It didn't eliminate the need, just prolonged the
inevitable.  We prolonged the event as much as we could and when Uncle Ray
decided to share his cocktail, he shot a record for distance and volume.
With each shot his hips cleared the bed, and he let out with some great
sound effects.

When the shower was over, we got a warm washcloth and clean him up.  When
he came back to reality and his breathing slowed, I reached up and kissed
him on the chin.

"You like?" I teased as we released the cuffs and settled into our nests.

His answer was to come down on each of our little butts hard.  I mean he
really smacked us!  Before we could recover from the initial shock of
getting smacked, he grabbed a handful of our butts and ran a finger into
each valley.  That wouldn't have been so bad except his middle finger
invaded a very private hole; it was also a very dry hole.

"OH GAAHHDD!!!.. . .Uncle Ray, NO!. . .OOOHHH SHIIIT!!. . .AAAGGHHHH!"

Larry hollered, but I couldn't make out what he hollered over what I
hollered.  It didn't hurt so much as surprise us.  Worse, we were at his
complete mercy.  I tried to jump up but he held my butt down.  My back was
arched as much as it would bend backwards.  Larry wasn't any better off.
We knew it was get even time, and we couldn't wait!  This was bound to be
good.

He stood without removing his fingers.  Larry and I had to grab his neck to
avoid getting injured in our very delicate areas.  When he turned around,
he literally dropped us on the bed.  The next thing we knew he not only had
his middle finger in our holes, but our jewels were trapped in the palms of
his hands.  We begged for him to be gentle, which really meant 'let us have
it', maybe.  Uncle Ray went for the 'let us have it' interpretation.

His finger started invading my poor little treasure trove.  The same
treasure trove that had taken so much pounding the day and night before.
Larry was bouncing on the bed like a fish out of water and begging for
more.  We were both so hard that it hurt.  Another thing that hurt a little
was the fact that we were still dry.  When I looked over to the nightstand
and spotted the lube, I stretched out and grabbed it.  Uncle Ray looked at
me and said if I wanted it I had to apply it.  You should try doing a
sit-up and squeezing lube on your treasure hole while it's being invaded.
When Larry asked for some I just gave him the bottle.

Uncle Ray made sure he worked plenty of the lube onto and into us.  We knew
he wouldn't really hurt us, or thought he wouldn't.  Once we were lubed up
real good he shoved his finger in and I was in a three point stance, my
feet and the top of my head were all that touched the bed.  Larry just kept
on bouncing.  We both cried out as Uncle Ray kept hitting our prostate.  It
felt like he was using my prostate for a drum and beating out a rhythm.  It
didn't take long for both of us to be shooting everywhere.  As the shots
subsided to an oozing, he stopped the stroking but left his fingers in us.
When our breathing approached a semblance of normalcy, he started again.

When he finished with us, I was down to almost a pure dry orgasm, covered
in my own sweat and boy juice, and exhausted.  My bottom felt empty when I
felt him lie between us and put an arm around us.  Larry and I both climbed
half way on top of him and found our nest while he rubbed our backs.  This
was where I belonged.  The next thing we were aware of was an alarm going
off.

"Brad.  Brad, wake up man."  I became somewhat aware of someone pushing my
shoulder.  'Hey, man, wake up.  The bell just rang.  You shoulda heard
yourself, you sounded like you was having an orgasm or something."  It was
Donny talking to me.  I'd been day dreaming all the way through last
period.  I suddenly became aware of something else, too.  There was a
reason I sounded like I was having an orgasm; I did.  I creamed sitting
right there in class, and the front of my pants proved it!  Ohhh, man!  No
way! Not in school.

                                       * * * *

School was out for the day.  This was the first day and the first night in
the new house.  This was the time I dreaded.  We had unloaded the truck
Sunday night so Dad could return it on Monday.  Dad stayed at the house to
get some of it set-up for us and Larry and I were due home to help.  I
talked Dad into leaving my bike at Uncle Ray's so I'd have a good excuse to
go there after school.  I told him Larry and I had written a note to Uncle
Ray and just wanted to leave it for him to find when we weren't there.  Dad
said it was alright so long as I left the note and came straight home.
Just the way he said it reminded me how different things were going to be.

When I got off the bus, I walked with Nancy.  She knew I was down in the
dumps and why.  She tried to cheer me up by saying I was only a couple of
streets over and I could come visit Uncle Ray almost any time I wanted and
she was sure Uncle Ray wouldn't mind me coming over and using the pool, or
whatever I wanted to do.  She was right about Uncle Ray not minding, but I
wasn't so sure about the rest.

When I walked into the house, it felt like home.  It wasn't just Uncle
Ray's house, it was home.  In its own way the new house might feel like
home, someday, but it would never feel like this and I knew it.  I walked
through the house and then out back.  In my mind's eye I saw Donny and
Larry and Ben and all the other kids doing goofy dives off the diving
board.  I saw Uncle Ray grilling and sharing a beer with me.  I saw the two
of us lying on the chaise.

Inside, the afghan was still lying on the sofa, messed up from when he and
I used it two nights before.  I sat in his special chair; it felt right.
The game room was the same, just like his study.  I don't know what I
expected to be different; I just left there that morning.  As I walked
through the house and touched things, memories jumped in and out of my
mind.  Somewhere along the way I did what I promised myself I wouldn't do.
I teared up and they ran freely down my cheeks.  I couldn't help it, even
if big boys weren't supposed to cry.  Bull shit; I could if I wanted to, he
said so.

The photo album was tucked between the mattress and box spring of the spare
bed in Larry's room; the bed that was supposed to be mine.  One of the
things I didn't like was that I couldn't sleep with him that last night.  I
couldn't because of my dad and I resented that.  Then, suddenly, I laughed
out loud as I remembered what he did to us Sunday afternoon.  Larry and I
thought we were giving him a good going over.  It was Larry and me that got
the good going over; and how!

I walked into Uncle Ray's room.  No, it was our room.  I thought about a
lot of the things we'd done that summer.  It was a great time.  The big
shame was that I'd never be able to share most of it with anyone.  If the
wrong person heard about the things he let us do and taught us, he'd be in
a lot of trouble.  All of us kids, and some adults that were as open and
honest with themselves as Uncle Ray encouraged us to be, knew that a lot of
people would think we were victims.  We weren't molested or perved or taken
advantage of or some other narrow minded garbage.  We knew better.  We knew
who we were and what we were and were very comfortable with, and grateful
for, what we did.  We were secure with ourselves.  We lived the summer most
kids can only dream about.  I also knew there would be more to come.  When
I placed the photo album on his pillow, I left a very simple message:

OUR EXTRA SPECIAL SUMMER
your boy, brad
LOVE YA


The End.