Date: Sat, 16 Sep 2006 19:20:08 -0700 (PDT) From: adm2780 Subject: Brads Idol Chapter Twelve All rights reserved. Other than downloading one copy for personal enjoyment, no part of this story may be reproduced or transmitted by any means, except for reviews, without the written permission of the author. As in real life, the sexual themes unfold gradually and are kept to a realistic level. Comments on the story are appreciated and may be addressed to the author at adm2780@yahoo.com This story contains descriptions of consensual sexual contact between males, adult and minor. As such it is homoerotic, designed for the entertainment of mature adults. If you are not of legal age to read such material, or if the subject matter would create irresolvable personal moral dilemmas, please exit now Chapter Twelve: Brad's Idol Part of my summer was spent helping Uncle Ray rehab the first unit. His habit was to rework the first unit himself then bring in contractors for the rest. The reasoning behind this was he learned a lot about the building and problems the contractors would likely face with the rest of the units. This let him have a pretty good idea when someone was trying to rip him off. Before starting on this building though he brought in a contractor that specialized in moving houses. When I asked why he said these guys were the most experienced at lifting a building off the existing foundation and then resetting it level on a new foundation. This building had foundation issues in the rear corner. Uncle Ray stood in the rear apartment and set a marble on the floor. The marble rolled to the back corner of the building. He went into each room and did this. Each time the marble rolled in the same direction. The farther we got from the corner though the slower the marble rolled. We went through every room in every apartment on the ground floor doing this. Each time the marble rolled towards the same point. Uncle Ray said this was good because if there had been another area where the foundation was giving out that area should be lower than the rest of the building and the marble would roll to the lowest point. As it was, the marble always rolled towards the same point, meaning there was only one area to be concerned with. The contractors came in and replaced part of the joists in the rear corner; we had a level building. It was timed so the leveling was completed during the time we spent selling the surplus at the flea market. Which unit did we redo ourselves? The one with the sinking corner, of course. This also happened to be one of the units in the worst condition. A major issue was the walls; several had cracked due to the settling problem. Today, cracked walls are not a major issue. If it is a large crack simply cut out a section of dry wall and insert new. A little sanding and new paint and no one will realize there was a repair. Buildings constructed during the first half of the twentieth century did not use drywall, it hadn't been developed. This building's walls were plaster over wood lathing, and that is what I learned how to repair. However, before making any of these repairs we had to remove the walls previous owners added to chop up the units. The unit was originally designed as a one bedroom one bath apartment with approximately seven hundred and ninety square feet. Entering the front door you walked down an entry foyer about four feet wide and eight feet long. Near the end on the left was a door to a large closet measuring eight by eight, and containing a Murphy bed. For those not familiar with a Murphy bed they were three-quarter beds that folded up against the wall when not in use and were found primarily in studio or efficiency units. On the other side of the closet was the kitchen measuring eight by twelve. The kitchen had one of the old fashion ironing boards that folded into the wall. The kitchen was accessed through French doors in the living/dining room area that should measure twelve by twenty-four. The trick here is someone had added two walls to the area creating an extra bedroom. What was intended as a dining area became the new living room area. My job, under Uncle Ray's supervision, was to remove the two extra walls and find the original room. Work attire consisted of an old pair of jeans, work boots compliments of Uncle Ray and K-Mart and goggles. I didn't bother with a shirt and declined the face mask offered by Uncle Ray -- only sissies used those. I thought this would be fun, just swinging away with a big hammer like I had seen them do on television. That's not the way it's done. If you just swing away, chances are you will do more harm than good. Rather than tear down, we dismantled. First the baseboards, then the door facings; when the door facings came down a pry bar was used to break the drywall panels loose. They didn't all come down in one piece, but they did come down with minimal impact on the original materials. The worst part of all this was hauling the trash out to the skid in the back yard. It didn't take long for my nice Florida tan to be replaced with a solid coat of light mousey gray dust. After doing this all day Uncle Ray wouldn't let me walk in the house. I had to strip outside and get hosed off, then head straight for the tub. The next room to tackle was the kitchen. We pulled up at least five layers of linoleum before finding the original wood floor. We then removed all cabinet doors and the countertops. The countertops were tiled and looked like they would be easy. Who ever did this formed the top in place and poured concrete in the form and then set the tile in that. This really became hard work. The tiles wee not going to come out. We broke the top in sections and removed it that way. An electrician and plumber were brought in to setup the kitchen to accept a garbage disposal and dish washer. A finishing man made new cabinet doors with glass inserts, installed new formica countertops and laid tile on the floor. With paint and appliances you had a modernized kitchen. After the living/dining area was opened we proceeded down the hall that was about six feet long. On one side was the bathroom, and on the other built in closet and drawers. Behind this built-in unit was the walk-in closet for the bedroom. Uncle Ray said this was a dressing area. The bathroom floor was finished in small black and white tiles set in a checker board pattern. The tub was an old footed unit that he had refinished along with the toilet and pedestal sink. The floor required minor grout repair and with new sconce lights and accessories, the bath was ready. The major issues in the bedroom were two walls were cracked and the trigger switch in the door jam for the walk-in closet didn't work. The switch was easy to replace thanks to a local hardware store that specialized in keeping parts for these old units. Repairing the walls was to be the big item for me. I had seen workers use spackling or putty to fill holes, let it dry and paint over. That is not what you do with plaster. The plaster is held in place by clinging to the lathing strips tacked to the studs. If you just smear spackling or even plaster over the hole it leaves an air gap between the surface and lathing. As the plaster dries it will shrink in and create another crack. The trick to repairing plaster is to build up the repair from the inside out. Spoon in a little plaster and let it sit and dry. Then spoon in a little more, repeating the process until the surface is even with the surrounding wall. One nice thing about this process is most walls were not smooth but had a rough finish. This allowed the repair to blend in more easily. When originally constructed the woodwork in this building was stained, not painted. Now, some units remained stained and some were painted. Uncle Ray said it wasn't worth the effort to strip the paint and restain, but where the stain remained he tried to refurbish the finish. After removing the door knobs from all doors and pulls from the dressing room built-in, we used fine sand paper to remove some of the worse blemishes on the doors, door frames and the built in. After sanding we washed them down with mineral spirits. The baseboards and window frames were painted. Uncle Ray said he would normally do the paint and stain work himself but decided to bring in a contractor so we could have more time together. The unit was painted a neutral color and a clear coat painted on the stained wood. The original wood floors were sanded and sealed with polyurethane. Carpeting was added in the living/dining area with a simple chandelier over the eating area. Shades with sheer curtains, a ceiling fan in the bedroom, window air-conditioning unit and replica door knobs and pulls completed the project. Looking at the before and after photos, you would never believe it was the same unit. As I said, finishing contractors were used more than normal so he and I could have our time together. I didn't mind working on the old building; in fact, I enjoyed it. What made it even more enjoyable was I worked with him and got real dirty with him. This was something shared by only the two of us -- that made it extra special. I spent eight of my eleven weeks vacation with Uncle Ray that summer; of course, for six of those weeks I was in school. We did take time to ride our bikes and go to a movie once in a while. There were also trips to the beach, a couple of parties and a car show I think I hit the beach at the club about four or five times that summer without Uncle Ray; I was with Aunt Charlotte, Uncle Ray's next door neighbor. She didn't have any children of her own and doted over me like you wouldn't believe. I knew she loved me in her own way, I also knew she loved her orange juice and bourbon because you rarely saw her without it. I had outgrown my swim suit from last summer, but that was easy to cure with a quick trip to the mall. She liked to get there about an hour before lunch to stroll along the beach. We would then go to the outdoor café and always ordered a club sandwich for each of us. I drank the bottomless coke and she had the oj and b. Of course, during lunch there is no way you could keep count of how many people stop by to say hello, good to see you, how are you, etc. It was always interesting most of them remembered me and my name and many of them I would swear I had never seen in my life, but I did smile and return the greetings as taught. After lunch it was another short stroll on the beach and then she would settle into one of the hooded lounge chairs. I would take off my shirt and give to her, and make a bee line for the water. There were always lots of kids thee my age to play with and sometimes I had my boogie board. If some of the kids didn't have one we shared mine. Around mid-afternoon Aunt Charlotte would let me know it was almost time to go so we could beat the traffic. This was my signal to head to the men's dressing room and change to fresh shorts and shirt. I wonder what she would say if she knew that I always went commando when I changed. A short nap was not unusual for me on the way home. Somehow, the fresh air and sea can really make you relax. When we got home I always had a smile with a big thanks for a great time, and wore a slight sunburn that quickly tanned out. Uncle Ray may or may not be home. This summer, if he wasn't home I sometimes pulled meat out of the freezer to thaw and we would grill our supper. After eating it was always bath time, a ritual we repeated more times than I can venture a guess on. I'd plop in his lap handing him the towel, he dried me and I settled back against him, contented. Uncle Ray and I hit the beach both at the club and the state park. He didn't walk around as much as Aunt Charlotte and would go in the water with me. It was fun when he had me curl up in a ball, then he'd picked me up and threw me out over the waves. I always went under and got salt water in my mouth because I was giggling so hard. If there were other boys out there for me to play with he would tell me to go play while he sat on the lounger and took a nap. Sometimes he did nap and sometimes he didn't. We hit the beach at the state park only once as I recall. This time there was no scene of any extra activity. I had my boogie board and he had a book. We stayed most of the morning and into the early afternoon. A cooler was packed with drinks and those cheese and peanut butter crackers you buy. When it was time to leave I headed to the shower to rinse off. Uncle Ray told me to keep my pants on this time in the outside shower. There wasn't anybody around so I didn't see why it should be such a big deal, but did as I was told. He followed me and used a garden hose to run water down my butt and get the sand out of my crack. I didn't change clothes with him because we were in his truck and couldn't harm the vinyl seats. As usual, I napped on the way home and was ready to play when we got there. We were invited to an early evening party at Patty's. I don't remember her last name and am not sure she ever told me -- it's always been Patty. Her husband is one of Uncle Ray's clients. Patty is what they called 'old line'; her ancestors were some of the original settlers of the city. She was the third generation owner of the beach house. When I heard about the invitation I thought it sounded like fun and no problem, I had new jeans and clean sneakers and shirts for the occasion. Uncle Ray said I was old enough now it was time to take a step up; we went shopping. I attended the party wearing white dockers with a brown belt and loafers. The shirt was jade green button down with the top three buttons left unfastened, the cuff of each sleeve was rolled up twice, and I wore my Cherokee choker. The choker became a big topic of conversation particularly when we talked about white water rafting and the Indians themselves. There were three other boys at the party that allowed peer company for me and we all dressed similarly except the youngest who was two years younger than me. He was dressed like I had dressed the previous year. This particular party was especially memorable for Uncle Ray. He enjoyed drinking a White Russian. If you aren't familiar with the drink it's a little vodka, with some coffee liqueur (usually Kahlua) and a little cream or milk. Well, whoever made these had no idea what they were doing. We think they made it with a lot of vodka, a little Kahlua and a little cream. However she did it, after two of these Uncle Ray was completely out of it. To say he put a scare in more than one of us would be an understatement. When he realized something might be wrong he said he needed to get some fresh air, hoping this would help clear his head. The house is on the ocean, the yard being bounded by the sea wall. He walked out there, Aunt Charlotte and I followed; he took one step on the sea wall and fell backwards stiff as a board. You could not only see but hear his head bounce off the wall. Aunt Charlotte was shocked and I was almost in tears. No one ever understood how he could bounce like that without at least cutting himself, but he didn't. The ladies spent the next three hours alternating holding his head in their lap while he slept it off on a bench Patty had in the yard. When he woke up and came inside he was famished and probably the only sober person there. I don't think he's had a White Russian since then. I do remember how frightened I was and seeing him passed out on the ground, naturally assumed the worst. I have never let him forget it. The car show was at Sea Island, and we were taking Reginald. The day before we left I got up without even bothering to put any clothes on and headed out the back door. If you are not familiar with the size of a 1932 Rolls I'll tell you the running board sits about fifteen inches above the ground and its another ten inches to step up inside. Once inside I could just about stand straight up without touching the roof. These were big boxy cars designed for pure comfort; at least for the passengers. This was a town car meaning it had a chauffeur's compartment up front with a removable cloth cover. I don't think Uncle Ray ever put the cover on. I used a ladder to climb on top and clean the car. This needed to be done early before the sun made the top hot and it burned my little butt while I cleaned. After cleaning the whole outside of the car, I had the 'privilege' as Uncle Ray would say of crawling under the car and doing the same thing. We borrowed a towing trailer from a friend of Uncle Ray's and hauled the car to Sea Island. I wanted to drive it up, that would really be cool, but if we did Uncle Ray said I had to clean it again top and underneath; besides, the truck was air-conditioned. He packed all kinds of clothes for me, I thought enough for at least a week and we were to be gone only three days. I had everything from cutoffs and jeans to the dockers plus now a navy blue blazer that I was to wear to dinner. I decided that living like this sure was a lot of work. I still didn't see why cutoffs didn't work everywhere. Of course, he was teaching me to function within a certain social and economic realm that could benefit me when I was grown. The resort was on the beach, there were plenty of kids around my age suffering through the same, I had my boogie board, and we all had a good time. There was even a small reception designed just for the kids to get to know one another. We stayed at the resort, of course, and the room was big and plush. I liked the idea of a fully stocked refrigerator in the room, fully stocked included candy bars. When Uncle Ray saw the candy I was restricted to two per day. The bed was king size. When we went to bed rather than spooning into him as usual I would always find a little extra energy and start bouncing; more than once I'd bounce and land on top of him. He'd grab me and try to hold me down so I'd fall asleep, but I played possum and then bounced some more. He told me once that if I didn't settle down he was going to make me wear pajamas. He said he'd put the top on me like a straight jacket, button it all the way up and use the arms to tie me to the bed. I was too young to realize that would never work and decided to settle down. Before I settle too far though I pulled out the baby powder which led to more fun anyway. The last party was at Patty's home in the city, and what a home it was. Located on the river, there was a cabana, a pool with no fencing, you could see downtown and all kinds of traffic on the river; there was also a nice cabin cruiser, but we didn't use that. The same boys wee there as at the last party at the beach; one was Patty's grandson and the other two nephews. We changed into our swimsuits in the cabaña and spent most of our time in the pool. Someone was always coming out to check on us and ask if we needed anything. Shortly before dinner we had to get out and dress. Funny, we were all wearing just about the same thing except for my raw ruby necklace. I left the top three buttons of my shirt unfastened as Uncle Ray said and rolled the cuffs up twice. When we went inside I couldn't believe the attention I got from the ladies. More than one even said I looked sexy with my shirt like that and the necklace. I dutifully blushed and soaked in all I could. Before we attended any of these events Uncle Ray always wanted to make sure I remembered my 'guest' manners and etiquette. When the other boys came to the table they just sat down. I stood behind my chair next to Uncle Ray who was also standing. As a lady came to the table near us we pulled out her chair. After all the ladies were seated and our host and hostess were at the table, we sat with them. As always it was a great dinner where everyone eats more than they should. As always, it was just adult talk. Patty said something about she should have had all the boys sitting together, and that might have meant more fun for us but most likely more noise for them to contend with. Since we weren't talking much, the boys finished first and we just sat there trying not to look too bored. Patty then suggested we could be excused to go outside and they would call us for desert or serve us on the patio. We opted for the patio service. After desert, Patty's husband came out to collect our dishes and check on us. The adults were inside doing whatever it is adults do at this kind of thing, while we were sitting in a chair swinging our legs and not saying a whole lot. He came up with a great idea that he said was okay for the other boys and wanted to ask Uncle Ray if it was okay for me. I assured him Uncle Ray wouldn't object, but knew he would ask anyway. It was dark outside by now. You could see the city skyline all lit up and occasionally see marker lights on a passing boat. We were wide open and went skinny dipping. There was a great diving board on the pool and although we were supposed to keep it down to a low roar, I'm sure people several houses away could hear us laughing. He pulled the drapes closed to give us privacy and we spent the rest of the evening naked in the pool -- wow! Now, the part I didn't know at the time was he did go ask Uncle Ray, who of course said it was no problem. However, Aunt Charlotte was standing there and heard him. Before Uncle Ray could answer she came out with "Care? Hell, that boy runs around in Ray's back yard naked all the time. I saw him sitting on top of the car the other day washing it, and didn't have a stitch on." If I had heard this I would have died of embarrassment. As it was not even Uncle Ray said anything to me. It was several months later that I heard about it from one of the nephews when we were at the club. I did ask Uncle Ray if she really said that and he said she did. "Why didn't you tell me?" "Why should I tell you? One, it was the truth; two, it was nothing to be ashamed of; and, three, I didn't want you becoming paranoid about it." "What's paranoid?" "It means I didn't want you to walk outside naked and then be afraid someone might see you so you wouldn't do what normally made you happy. Do you remember me saying from the beginning I wanted you to do what was comfortable for you and if it wasn't then there would be that little voice telling you not to do it? I didn't want someone else being that little voice unnecessarily." "Oh, okay. Well I've done it many times since then so I guess she doesn't care. If she's seen me naked now, no since in hiding, right?" he just grinned and I blushed. During this summer I felt things had changed somehow between me and Uncle Ray. I don't mean changed in a bad way, but it was different than it had been before. Of course, in the beginning, everything was new and exciting to me. Now, I felt more at ease with myself and with him. I always felt secure but would sometimes not be sure if it was okay to ask him things. Now, I knew I could ask him anything and tell him anything and it would be okay. If what I said or did was wrong he would just tell me and explain why. When I asked him why he explained and other people usually didn't, except for a 'cause I said so' he explained that isn't how I should learn. If I didn't understand what the mistake was and why, how was I to avoid it in the future. Only by explaining did I get a point of reference from which to reason things out. The feeling of comfort and security also made me bolder with what I both wanted to do with him and wanted from him. In the beginning I would sit in his lap making sure I got at least part of my butt in the palm of his hand. If I wanted him to scratch my butt I would wiggle it a little for him to get the message. Now, I just settled in and would whisper for him to scratch my butt. This same comfort zone allowed me to let him know when I thought it was play time or 'horny toad' time. One night I was in that playing mood and straddled his lap wrapping my arms around his neck I began to nibble on his ear. He always played and made me feel good, I wanted to do something for him, but he stopped me. "Whoa, kiddo.... Let's take a step back here." I looked at him questioningly, why did we need to go backwards? He placed his hands on the side of my chest and pushed me back to rest against his thighs; he had propped his feet on the coffee table allowing his knees to come up and form a back rest for me. As we sat there and talked he rested his hands across my stomach and chest. I rested my hands on top of his, occasionally running my fingers up and down his hairy arms. "What's wrong?" "Brad, do you know what you're doing?" "Yeah, I know. You play with me and I just wanted to play with you some and make you feel good, too." "Do you remember when you first started staying with me and I told you I would let you do anything you wanted to explore and experience things with your body?" I just nodded and tears began to well up in my eyes, but I don't know why. "Do you also remember I said that if I thought doing this might confuse you that we would have to stop?" "Yeah....but I'm not confused. Why would I be?" "The idea, son, was for you to experience the joys you can get from yourself, not for me to experience what you can do to me." "But, why can't I feel good by playing with you to make you feel good? Don't you like it when you play with me and make me feel good? What's the difference?" "Brad, have you ever heard your friends at school call someone else queer, or a fag, or gay? Do you know what that means?" "Yeah, they do it all the time to every body. No body has ever called me that, they just do it to people they don't like. They're sayin' that they're boys who like boys and not girls." "Well, that's pretty close. Let me ask you this, do you ever see any boys or friends at university and think you might want to play with them the same way I play with you?" "No way! That's different. You're Uncle Ray and I love you, and I love my dad too, but I wouldn't think of playin' with him like we do -- he'd beat my butt. It's different and I don't know how to explain it. With you, I can do what I want and not worry about anything; I can't do that anywhere else. You said we could play as long as I wasn't confused, but now, you're making me confused. How come before you said I could do anything if I wanted to and it felt good and now you say no?" "Slow down, kiddo. The same rule still applies, if you're comfortable and it feels good I won't say anything unless I think you're about to do something that could hurt you. You started doing something we hadn't done before and I needed to be sure you understood and were okay with it, that's all." I didn't say anymore, but reached up and put my arms around his neck to give him a big hug. He had his hands on my butt which I wiggled a little and he began to scratch me there. I turned my head into his neck and gave him a squeeze and a kiss, he squeezed back. This was my comfort zone and I knew we would both feel good that night and always with one another -- we would always have this special relationship that I could never really describe. What I didn't know at this time was that while Uncle Ray and I were getting even closer together, my dad was back at university turning my world upside down again. End Chapter Twelve To Be Continued: comments welcome; contact Dwight Wilson at adm2780@yahoo.com.