Date: Sat, 7 Oct 2006 04:12:36 -0700 (PDT)
From: adm2780 <adm2780@yahoo.com>
Subject: Brads Idol  Chapter Sixteen

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Chapter Sixteen:  Brad's Idol



Wanna see a kid act like an idiot, at least more of an idiot than normal?
Take a southern kid who's never been out of the deep south in winter and
drop him someplace where there's snow.  When we got to Tennessee, I got my
first look at snow (not counting what I saw on television).  I was so
enthralled it took Uncle Ray, his mother (who I called Aunt Jackie) and
Aunt Charlotte to make sure I didn't get lost.  I just wanted to run
outside and roll in it.  By the time we got to the luggage claim area Uncle
Ray asked his mom and Aunt Charlotte to watch for the bags while he took me
outside.  First thing I did was make a snow ball and throw it, catching
Uncle Ray square in the chest.  Then I made and threw three more, but
missed with two of them.  Trick was, he made snow balls and threw them at
me.  He got me three out of four throws.  Those things hurt.

The lodge was fantastic, just like the ones I saw on television and in
magazines.  It looked like it was built of logs with a huge stone fireplace
that had a big fire going.  The lounge area was two stories high with
leather sofas and chairs.  There was a game room, a bar for the adults, and
big restaurant; plus the normal gift shops.  We checked in and Uncle Ray
got some schedules for ski classes and times the slopes were open.  Our
room was on the third floor, front corner; couldn't ask for better.  There
was a balcony on one side overlooking the slopes and we could see out the
other side, too, but no balcony over thee.  Aunt Charlotte and Aunt Jackie
shared the next room.  They had a balcony, too, but there was a big privacy
wall between us; we could holler back and forth but couldn't see each
other.  Actually, I thought this was good for privacy and I didn't have to
worry about them seein' me run around naked in the room.

After putting our things away, we all met back downstairs in the lounge.
Uncle Ray got all of us a cup of hot chocolate and we looked at the
brochures.  I don't know what the ladies wanted to do, but I had skiing on
my mind.  We found out there was an ice skating rink in Banner Elk and
sleigh ride tours were available with a reservation.  While the adults were
going through all the papers I wanted to explore the lodge.  Uncle Ray let
me go as long as I didn't go outside and be back in thirty minutes.  I
found a swimming pool downstairs with a weight room next door.  There was a
small theater, and a game room as I said before, and a hot tub.  Thing is,
they had two hot tubs, one inside and one outside.  This place was neat,
and I mean NEAT!  When I got back Uncle Ray was buying tickets for the ski
lift and ski lessons.  The lessons weren't until ten in the morning; that's
half the morning gone.  When I said something to Uncle Ray he said I was
just being impatient and needed to learn to go with the flow.

During supper Aunt Jackie asked Uncle Ray if he had put anyone else on the
car as an authorized driver; he put her.  I was surprised to hear she and
Aunt Charlotte didn't plan on skiing, but were going shopping.  Why did
they come to a ski resort if they weren't going to ski.  Turns out they had
to go get some more warm clothes.  I suggested they get some long underwear
lie Uncle Ray got me.  He let me know real quick you don't talk to ladies
about what kind of underwear they should use; the ladies thought it was
funny and were having a good laugh.  By the time we finished eating it was
almost eight o'clock.  Someone said it was almost time for the show; what
show?

Turns out a group of skiers comes down the mountain carrying torches and
doing some fancy skiing.  There are two shows each night.  We stayed in the
lounge to watch but you really couldn't see that well unless you were right
by the windows.  We'd be able to see the second show from our rooms at ten.
When it was time to head to our rooms I told Uncle Ray I wanted to get
something from the shop and would be right up.  I walked in with a candy
bar and he just laughed; I didn't tell him what else I bought, not yet
anyways.

Our room had a modern tub/shower combination.  The tub wasn't nearly as big
as the one at Uncle Ray's, for both of us to get in at the same time didn't
look like it would be a lot of fun.  He took a shower and then asked me if
I wanted a bubble bath. It sounded nice but I didn't want to take the time
tonight, so I said I'd shower, too.  When he got out he said he'd be on the
balcony waiting on the next show.  When I got out I toweled off and reached
for a blanket.  I always crawled up in his lap naked.  When I stepped
outside, it was cold.  I pulled the blanket tight and jumped into his lap.

"Whoa, kid.  You can't do that here, you'll wind up sick.  You need to put
on one of those warm-up suits we just bought and use the hair dryer to get
your hair good and dry.  Put on some warm socks, too."

I did like he said and will have to admit it was more comfortable, but I
still kept the blanket.  After getting situated in his lap with his arm
wrapped around me I covered both of us with the blanket and we just sat
there looking at the sky and waiting.

"Brad, are you alright, son?  You act like either you don't feel well or
you have something mighty heavy on your mind."

With my right hand I reached up behind me and rubbed the side of his head
and shrugged my shoulders.  He was right, I had a heavy load on my mind.
All the way up here I had thought about how I was going to talk to him;
now, I was scared.  I couldn't believe it, scared of saying something to
the one person who never hurt me, always let me know he loved me, and I
could talk to any time.  Problem is, what I wanted to talk about was the
very thing he would always stop me from doing, so why should I think it
would be any different now?  After a few minutes I reached down with my
right hand and put his hand over my little package.  Then I reached back up
to his head.

It wasn't long before he picked me up and turned me to face him; I was
straddling his lap.  He straightened the blanket to cover me and then held
it on with his hands.  For a moment he just looked at me and I peeked at
him, I couldn't look him straight in the face.  When he started to speak,
silent tears ran down my face.  He put my head on his shoulder and let me
stay there to get control of myself.

"Brad, I don't know what it is, son, but you know you don't have to be
afraid to talk to me, don't you?

I just nodded my head and let out a whispered "Yes sir."  Shortly, I had
control; taking a deep breath I sat up, determined to say something.

"Uncle Ray, am I your boy?"

"You know you are.  I couldn't love you more if you were my very own."

"I know, and I love you, too.  But, you know how you said you'd let me do
what I wanted, you know experiment and learn?  Well, you haven't."

"What do you mean I haven't?  What is it you want to do?"

"Well, remember when I told you about Larry and Ben and catching them naked
humping the pillows and lookin' at pictures of naked people?  Well, they do
more than that.  Now, sometimes when they're there and doin' that, I get
naked and do it too."

"Okay, there's nothing wrong with that.  Just boys playing little boy naked
games."

"That's just it Uncle Ray.  I'm not a little boy anymore, I'm older and
bigger.  I'm not stupid either, I know some of the things we see in the
books and the kids talk about.  One time I walked in on 'em and they was
both in Larry's bed. Ben was behind Larry, Larry was spooned against him
real tight.  Ben's butt was moving like he was humping Larry's butt or he
was fuckin' him.  It wouldn't surprise me if Ben was fuckin' him, but I
didn't ask; I just looked, smiled and kept goin' I've also caught them in
the sixty-nine position."

"The what?  Have you done anything else with them?"

"Not really.  We've looked at the pictures and felt one another up, but
that's all.  I think Ben and Larry have their own thing goin'.

That's what I mean Uncle Ray, I've got a fuckin' wimpy step-brother younger
than me and he's experiencing things you won't let me try.  I want to run
my hands all over you and feel you.  I want to do things to make you feel
good; I want to experiment.  And see there, you act shocked I know what the
sixty-nine position is -- they was given each other blow jobs.  How do you
know I don't like that too?  You never let us try."

"Brad, don't you understand; I've just been trying to protect you,
son. ... Maybe, I've tried just a little too hard."

"Uncle Ray, there's guys at school that do what we do, you oughta hear 'em.
There's one kid whose big brother makes him give him a blow job every
night.  When he's finished the brother just pushes the kid off the bed.
When somebody asked him why he did it, the kid said his big brother was
baby sitting him one night, they were in the shower and his brother said
for him to suck him off.  When the kid said no his brother sat on the
toilet with the kid over his lap and spanked him with a hair brush till the
kid said yes.  Now, that's using somebody.

Kids at school, the way they talk; those that have a big brother to teach
them say the brothers are usually mean.  The ones that don't wish they did,
even if they was mean, at least something would happen.  Of course, I don't
tell them about us, but each one says they wish they had somebody they
could go to and talk or play and learn without being scared of getting
beat.  They all want an Uncle Ray like I have."

There, I said it.  As I looked at the front of him, 'cause I couldn't look
him in the eyes, the tears began welling up again.  I couldn't stand it.

"Uncle Ray, are you mad at me?"  The question came out more as a whimper.

He used both hands to cup my face and then gave me a gentle kiss on each
cheek.  I let my head fall back to his shoulder while he wrapped his arms
around me.  Then I got the shock.  He ran his cold hands down the back of
my pants and grabbed each cheek.  I jumped.  His hands were cold.

"Nice place to warm my hands, big boy."

***

We watched the fire light ski show with me sitting in his lap.  When I say
we watched it, I'm being generous.  After our 'talk' he turned me in his
lap and kept us covered with the blanket.  I was sitting on his left thigh.
It didn't take any time before his right hand was down the front of my
pants squeezing my most delicate parts.  A couple of times he squeezed so
hard I tried backing away and let out with a little "ow".  He told me not
to worry 'cause they wouldn't crack -- ha ha.  Let me squeeze him that hard
and see.

Well, two could play that game.  I reached under me and grabbed his log and
began a nice steady squeezing of my own.  He got big in a hurry and I could
tell by his breathing that I was getting to him.  When he started breathing
hard I just let up and waited a few minutes before starting over.

While his right hand was busy on my package, his left hand was working my
butt.  He liked to tickle my butt and then scratch it.  Every once in a
while he used the ends of his fingers to tickle my crack, and I shivered.
Somewhere during all this he managed to get my pants off me.  Then he moved
to my nips.  He rubbed them and then tweaked, and I don't mean easy.  He
pinched and twisted to the point it hurt but felt good.  While doing this
he kept pushing my top up and eventually had it off me.  Here I was sitting
in his lap wearing nothing but a pair of socks.  Seems to me he said not to
be out here naked or I could get sick.

"Uncle Ray, you said I couldn't be out here naked 'cause I'd get sick.
You've got me almost completely naked."

"Don't worry kid, I'll keep you warm.  You keep squeezing me that way and
we'll both be wet soon."  I just gave him a hard squeeze and that
mischievous grin.

When the show was over he put my clothes in my lap and cradled me in his
arms.  When we stood up the air blowing across my butt was cold.  He looked
at me and grinned.

"Think you want to play with the big boys now, right?  Think you can handle
it?"

"Yeah, as long as I get to play too."

We went inside and rather than lay me down gently as usual, he just dropped
me on the bed -- I bounced.  I was also getting real excited because he'd
never done this with me before.  I had no idea what to expect other than it
would be new and it would be fun.  After all, this was Uncle Ray and I knew
he wouldn't do anything to hurt me.

The blanket, clothes and socks were tossed on the floor.  I jumped up and
pulled down the covers while he stripped.  He told me if I thought I had to
go to the bathroom I'd better do it now.  He went in there, so I followed
and decided to try just in case.  All this just served to get me more
excited.  I thought Cherokee had been fun, it was nothing compared to what
I felt now.  We both pissed, he picked me up like a sack of potatoes and
carried me to bed.  Again, he just dropped me and I thought I was gonna
bust with excitement.

He lay on the bed placing himself about three-quarters of the way above and
over me.  I could feel his left arm slide under my shoulders and act like a
cradle.  With his right hand he moved my arm out of the way and then bent
over.  First he blew into my ear and then I think he tried to shove his
tongue in one ear and out the other.  I could feel it in me twisting and
moving in and out.

"OOHHH GAAAAHD UNCLE RAY, ohhh shit ....ooooooooo ... oooooo ...
aaaahh...ooohhh...oooohhh ....God, I love it ... moore ...moooore...do it ...yeah
... ooohhhh ....aaaaaahhhhh ....shit ....ooohhh.fuck, I can't stand it
...stop!!!'

"What's wrong, can't keep up with the big boys."

"yyeeeaaah,,, suck my tittie ...aaaaahhhhh ...ohhhhh yeah...geeeeez...'

He not only started sucking my nips, he tried sucking them off and I was
going craxy.  While he did this his rights hand was running up and down my
side, back, through the crack, up and down my legs.  I had sensations
coming from everwhere at the same time.  I used both hands to try and push
him down.

Slowly he worked his way down my body.  Licking, kissing and tonguing every
square inch.  I wasn't even saying anything now, I just babbled incoherent
sounds and whimpered.

"Do it ... go ...go....yeeah ...oh gaaahhhd ....yyeeaah .... Ohh gaaaahhhd ...
don't stoop ...shit ...yeeaah ....pleeeeaassse ...ohhhh pleeeeaaassse .... Take
me ... take ...me ...Uncle Ray ... pleeeeasse .... ohhhhhh ....ooohhhhh
.... ooooohhhh .... Soooo goooood ....mooore .... Soooo gooood ...yeeeeeah
...AAAAHHHHHH!"

He worked his way down and when he sucked my balls into his mouth I thought
nothing could feel better.  He rolled them around and then let them out.
He started licking my sac like it was an ice cream cone and then sucked
them back in.  After tickling them with his tongue he started blowing them
out and then sucking them back in; he did this who knows how many times.  I
was in such a state of ecstasy that I was crying.

'AAAAAAAHHHHH GAAAHHHDD, Uncle Ray ... don't swallow 'em .... Oooohhhh
....heaven .... that feels so gooood ...ohhhh yeaaah ....moooore
... GAAAAWWWD"

Suddenly he let my nuts go and did what I'd been wanting forever, I just
didn't know it would be this great.  He took my dick and squeezed it with
his teeth.  It should have hurt but he covered the edges with his lips.  Oh
man, how much better could it get?

"GAAAAWWWDDD ....yes ... yes ... don't let go .... pleeeease .... Don't let go
...suck it ... suck it moooore ...."

He had shifted his body down between my legs, then he shifted so his
shoulders were over my thighs.  My legs ran under his arm pits.  He held my
hands and arms down with his hands.  I was pinned to the bed.  He'd never
done anything like this to me before.  Whenever we played he was always
gentle.  This time he was going at it hard and I loved it all.  He let go
of my dick with me pinned and began rubbing the head ever so lightly with
his beard stubble.  If he hadn't been on me I would have shot straight up.
He had me begging him to stop.

When he did stop he got the head wet and then holding his open mouth over
most of my little dick he began blowing hot air on it.  I could look down
and see his mouth over my dick.  It was like a small pole in a cavern that
breathed fire.  I was completely out of my mind by now but he kept going a
while longer and then asked if I wanted him to stop.

"Nooo ... don't stooooop ... this is fantastic ... moooore ....do mooore
... ohhh gaaawwwd ... moooore ... pleeeease ....ohhh fuuuck ... take meeeeee
...all ..."

I was caught between whimpering and crying out.  Then he got off me; before
I knew what he was doing he rolled me over on my stomach, but his head was
still below my pelvis.  He again opened his mouth and pulled my butt down.
I saw my dick disappear again.  This time it was a tight hole.  He used the
roof of his mouth and tongue to trap my dick.  He had me by the hips
pushing me up and down; I was fucking my uncle's mouth.  I was in shock.
Letting my arms fall out from under me I lay there with him pushing me up
and down relishing the feelings and whimpering.

After a while he stopped and pulled me down so my head was on his chest; we
lay dick to dick.  I felt his legs clamp me down, his hands took firm hold
of my butt and he started humping.  I started humping with him for all I
was worth.  Now he was the one whimpering and moaning.  Recovering enough
to know we would soon finish and having no idea how many dry orgasms I had
experienced, but knowing it was plenty, I reached up and started sucking
his nipple.  The one I didn't suck on I pinched and squeezed just as he had
done to me.

"Brad ...ohhh ggaaaaawwwwd, son ... oooohhhh ... yeeeeaaah ... go for it boy ...
yeeeah ... mooore ... suck that tit .... Ooohhh... ooohh ..ooohhh ..oohh ..oohh
.. ooohhhh ggaaaawwwd .. here gooooeees ... fuck...I'm gonna shoooot ...
ooooohhh fuuuuck ...yeeeeah ....fuuuuuck..."

We both lay there totally exhausted, covered in sweat and cum.  When his
breathing slowed and he recovered some, he looked down at me and asked if I
was alright.

"Yeah, I'm fine.  That was great, but you did almost all the playin'.  I
didn't get to do hardly anything.  Next time I get to go first.  And, Uncle
Ray, ... thanks for my very first blow job.  No wonder the kids at school
talk about wanting it so much.  That was fantastic."

"Yeah, you can go first next time.  I just thought you wanted to experience
some of what the big boys got.  You are one hot little kid; ....  I'm glad
you're my boy."

"Yeah, me too.  But, Uncle Ray, I don't know if I could have kept going.
I'm pooped now.  I didn't know you could feel so good, so much, everywhere
at the same time.  .... Uncle Ray, I like being your boy."

He rolled me on my side and he rolled over, too.  He looked at the cum
spread between us and then he smeared it all over my stomach and chest.  He
even put a tad bit on my lips.  He said tonight we just got a cum bath,
we'd shower in the morning.

***

The next morning I took the beginners class in skiing.  Good thing I did,
'cause I couldn't stand up on those things, much less go anywhere on them.
After showing us the basics for controlling speed, turning and stopping we
made a few practice runs down the novice slope.  It was okay in the
beginning, but soon more speed was required.  I got on the lift and headed
for the moderate slope.  How hard could it be?  I could do what they showed
me except I had a little trouble stopping.  Besides, I only had enough time
for one run before lunch.

I did pretty well coming down the hill.  The moguls (bumps I called them
then) weren't too bad and helped me control my speed.  When I got to a
clear run I took off and tried to go fast.  Only problem was, I couldn't
slow down.  As I got near the bottom Uncle Ray saw me and started
hollering, but I couldn't understand what he was saying.  Then he turned
and popped his own butt and motioned with his palm to the ground.  Oh, he
wanted me to sit down.  I did sit down, but not soon enough.

He knew I wasn't going to be able to stop and lined up on me.  As I got to
him I passed, or at least part of me passed, between his legs and he caught
me under the arms.  We both wound up on the ground.  Aunt Charlotte and
Aunt Jackie were standing behind the fence laughing like crazy; they were
having a good time with both of us down.  Unfortunately, some one was
passing behind Uncle Ray as I met him.  When I looked, there was another
kid on the ground.

If looks could kill, I would have been a goner.  But the kid couldn't keep
the look going and in a moment the sparkle was showing in his eyes and he
began to grin from ear to ear.

"You stop the hard way.  That kinda dumb."

I looked at him kind of funny.  The kid had some kind of accent.  It wasn't
strong, but definitely there.  He also spoke pretty good English.

"I'm sorry, I lost control.  Hi, I'm Brad and the man on the ground is my
Uncle Ray."

"Good thing he there to save us both.  I'm Marich, this is my cousin
Michele.  You look at us funny.  Our English not real good.  We are from
Slovenija ....  you know as Yugoslavia."

I didn't know what it was about these two boys, but I thought they were
nice and liked them.  Then Uncle Brad stood up to meet them and had a good
idea.

"Brad, if you're going to knock them down, the least you could do is invite
them in for some hot chocolate."

"Can you join us?"

"That fine, but we have to sit where we can see my father.  He's up the
mountain skiing."  Marich, the smaller of the two, appeared to do most of
the talking for them.

I didn't know it, but I had just met two guys that were going to help make
this a trip to remember.


End chapter sixteen

To Be Continued: comments welcome; contact Dwight Wilson at
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