Date: Fri, 27 Oct 2006 19:05:44 -0700 (PDT) From: adm2780 Subject: Brads Idol Chapter Nineteen 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 Nineteen: Brad's Idol Between the ski trip to Sugar Mountain and spring break I got to see Uncle Ray only four times. Two of those we traveled to visit him; I say we traveled because Dad and I made the trip. Having Dad along put more than a little damper on the things I wanted to do. I could just imagine his reaction if he saw me running around naked all the time and then playing games with Uncle Ray; and the funeral will be.... The other two times Uncle Ray traveled down to visit us. This was a little easier because Larry would spend the night with Ben and Uncle Ray and I would have the room. The damper here was he said I was a 'screamer' when things got hot and we needed to keep it calm and quiet. When he came to visit the three of us usually went to the basketball game, there wasn't a whole lot else to do at university that time of year. The games could be fun when I got to sit between the two of them and they would play around trying to squeeze so hard I would beg for them to let go. Sometimes both of them would grab me at the same time and play tug-o-war with my arms. When I protested they told me to be glad they didn't grab my legs and do that -- ouch! If it was an afternoon game we did a cookout at the apartment, stopping on the way for a suitcase for them to drink and sodas for me. On his first visit it was an afternoon game and during the cookout afterwards I asked if I could have a drink. They said yes and I helped myself. After a little while they realized something was wrong because I wouldn't shut up and giggled at everything. I had helped myself one of their beers and was floating between high and just plain drunk. Neither of them said much to me about it except that I was acting like an idiot, a drunken idiot, and if I got sick I had to clean it up. The strange thing about beer is that at first you feel a little giddy and high, and after a few minutes things go a little numb and everything wants to move. When we went to bed that night I didn't even think about my bed, I just stripped and crawled right into Uncle Ray's arms, letting him know I didn't feel so good. Of course, he told me it was my own fault and if I felt sick not to wait till it was too late, but at the first feeling head for the bathroom. A few minutes later I told him I felt like I was going to throw up. He grabbed a pair of pants, threw them on top of me, scooped me up and we headed to the bathroom. Fortunately, there was a pair of my dirty underwear in there that he tossed into the tub and turned the water on. When Dad came in Uncle Ray had managed to get his sleeping pants on and I was on my knees on the floor naked and, as Uncle Ray put it, I was worshiping the porcelain god. He and Dad stood there and laughed while I had one of the worst experiences possible for an innocent boy. After getting me cleaned up and wringing out the pair of underwear and laying them on the side of the tub, we went back to bed. Uncle Ray held me while I slept, we didn't play that night and I didn't care. The next morning I was super hungry and had a headache. Neither of them let me forget for a long time; nor did I drink anything other than root beer for a long time. The entire spring break was to be spent with Uncle Ray. Larry and Laura were shipped off to their dad's place for the break. Dad was finishing law school and had some kind of required research paper to do. If he didn't get it finished and turned in within a couple of weeks, he wouldn't graduate. He thought that was urgent and I thought it was great, I was where I wanted to be. Uncle Ray picked me up at the bus station at the normal time and we headed out for something to eat. "Uncle Ray, Dad said you had a surprise for me for break time." Uncle Ray just sat there and looked at me like I was talking some foreign language; then the light went on. "Brad, I think your Dad may have been playing a game with you; you know he can have a bit of a warped sense of humor sometimes." "That doesn't sound good. What's he warped out about? Am I gonna like this?" "Monday morning you have an appointment to get your teeth cleaned. Monday afternoon you have an appointment with the dentist." "Why? I don't have any cavities and I brush every day. I never had to do this before." "Brushing every day helps, but you still get a build up of what is called tartar. The lady in the dentist office will get rid of it for you and you'll see a big difference in the way your teeth feel. Doing this on a regular basis is important to protect your permanent teeth. Remember, you only get one set, unless you don't mind running around with a pair of clackers by the time you get to be my age." "It'll be a long time before I'm that old. Can't I just start later?" "No, and be careful with the wise cracks or you may live long enough to get that old." "Uncle Ray, you love me and we both know it. Know what I want to do?" "If I had to guess I'd say from the look on your face your ready to go home and get naked and play little boy games, right?" "No. I wanna get naked and play big boy games; and guess with who. It's been a long time since we had a special time and I'm more than ready." "Guess what, kiddo, me too. It may be embarrassing for me to stand up at the moment, just from sitting here and listening to you." We headed for home. Along the way I reached into his lap and squeezed his log. He was right about one thing, he definitely was ready. He'd take my hand out of his lap fussing because he had to drive. I'd tease him and tell him to drive and I'd handle the rest. He pushed my hand away and I put it back until he hit the brake and pulled over to the curb. He was definitely going over the edge, you could see it in his face and breathing, and I could feel his log throbbing in my hand. When he finished he looked at me saying I was a trouble maker and pulled me into his side, then said I was his special trouble maker. At home we repeated the normal routine. When we got out of the tub he said we needed to talk for a few minutes. I really didn't want to talk 'cause I was so horny. He sat on the sofa propping his feet on the coffee table and I climbed into his lap, straddling him. I had planned on being good but when I sat on his log and he teased my nipples for a minute I couldn't help it, I stood up grabbing two handfuls of hair and bending his head back a little and put the tip of my dick to his lips. "Please, Uncle Ray, I need to just once then we can talk promise." He took me in and I thought I was in heaven. I just stood on the sofa with my butt cupped in his palms and me holding onto his head. Rocking back and forth real slow sent waves of pleasure through me. He'd tighten down a few strokes, others he licked the head all the way in and out. It's been a long time since it felt this good and it didn't take long for me to get tense and enjoy the thrills. My knees would shake and I felt weak as the moment hit, but he supported me until I was ready to sit down again. When I did sit down, he caressed my nipples and I did the same for him. Somehow, I didn't think this was going to be one of my favorite conversations. "Brad, have you ever heard of the word promiscuous?" "No, and I don't think I can pronounce it either. What's it mean?" "A person is said to be promiscuous if they have casual sex with several different partners within a short time frame? Understand. Or, it could be someone who pushes having sex all the time with someone; like they're just using that person for that reason." "Uncle Ray, I don't do that. I'm old enough to know that what we do is called sex. I know that most boys play sex games with each other and then when they get older they might or might not keep playing with other boys. I think Larry will, though. It's called bein' gay." "I'm not sure I want to know where all this knowledge is coming from. It might ...." "It's just talkin' to kids at school. You grownups think we're stupid, but we're not. We want to know what's goin' on and if a grownup won't tell us, well, most of the guys have older brothers or a cousin that tells 'em. They don't know that I have you. Thing is, you need to understand that you and me aren't the only ones doin' this, playin' big boy games like this. I know at least three guys been fucked in the butt by older brothers." "Whoa .... TMI time. Do you guys just sit around and exchange war stories? Your school sounds like an information desk; want to know what's happening in town just hit the local elementary." 'Stop teasin', Uncle Ray. It's true, you grownups don't think we know anything. We know a lot, we just need somebody to help us understand it, that's all. I've known since way before I knew you that it felt good to play with myself, you just showed me how without hurtin' myself. I knew my nips were sensitive and I played with 'em a long time, you just do it better. My dog licked my butt once, but he was scratchy." "Okay, okay, I get the picture. You had a lot of the information, you just needed somebody like me to get it into focus." "Yeah." "Brad, I'm going to ask you something, and it's just between me and you, okay? But it's important. Have you been playing sex games with anyone else?" "Well .... Uhhhh .... You said we wasn't supposed to tell, but I've already told you about Larry and Ben. Well, there's this one kid at university lives same place we do, he's a year younger than me. I showed him how to jack-off, that's all, I swear, Uncle Ray, no more and then only one time." "Alright, slow down. I'm not upset with you, but I do want you to realize there are a lot of people out there, young and old, that would love to get you into bed and have sex with you. Thing is, they wouldn't care if they hurt you as long as they got what they wanted; and what they would want is that treasure hole of yours. You just promise me not to play with anybody else, okay? I don't want you getting hurt." I nodded and gave him a hug. I knew he was just worried about me, but I also knew not to be friendly with just anybody. He was right, one of the boys at university had already been hurt by a man that tried to rape him. I didn't tell this to Uncle Ray, I didn't know the boy and they caught the man a couple days later. When I let go of the hug I deliberately let my nipple stay close to his mouth. He tongued it for me as he carried me with my butt in his palm, his middle finger parting my crack. He lay me down without breaking his stimulations to my nipple. He lay me with my head to the foot of the bed. I didn't care, I knew where we were going and loved it. When he let go of my nip he moved to the head of the bed and we immediately began giving one another pleasure. My head rested on the inside of his thigh; I broke the suction occasionally to give his sac attention. He did the same for me. As he lavished attention on my delicate parts he would run the tips of his fingers up and down my crack, pausing to scratch his fingernail over my treasure spot. We both did our share of moaning with my whimpering added in. Finally, I was his puppy; he flipped me on my stomach, laying me on a towel covered pillow and focused his attention on the most sensitive of spots. "Ohhhhhhh, Uncle Ray ...... yeeeaaaahhh .... That's sooooo ni.ice ...... moooore ..." He again started at the base of my neck, then kissed and tongued his way to my crack. He worked slowly, teasing my crack and thighs as he inched his way down my back. I whimpered and cried for more. When his tongue hit my crack it was like a shock of electricity rushing through me. Before his tongue was even near my hole I was pushing my little butt up to give him easier access and begging him to do it. "Nooooww, Uncle Ray ..... lick me ... yeeeaaahhh ... ohhhh gaaahhhdd ... yeeeaaaah ... this is heaven ...... Uncle Ray, I love it .... oooooooohhhh ...mmmmmmm " I could feel him clean the inside of my hole with that great tongue of his. I'd wiggle my butt and reach back to pull myself open wider for him. While we were in the sixty-nine position I had peaked two or three times and continued even now. Each time I peaked I became a little weaker and further out in my own heavenly world. Finally, I felt his hand oiling me up and knew he was going to stick his dick in the hole. I felt it slide in, caressing my hole, perineum and sac; it was pure bliss. He slid in and I continued to hump the pillow and push my butt up to him. He straddled my legs, then , grasping me by the arms just below my shoulders, pulled me up to hang in mid-air. My arms were locked out to my sides and above me as I felt him slide in and out, up and down in a slow deliberate motion. He moaned and I whimpered. He told me what a sweet ass I had and I begged him to fuck me hard. After what seemed forever, he began a real pounding of my ass. You could hear him slapping against my butt, him grunting with each thrust forward and me grunting on the hit. He hit and my body arched even more with my head just dangling. I whimpered so hard you'd think I was crying; I wasn't, I was begging for more. "Uuuuummmph .... Uuuuummmmppphh .... Uuuuuummmmpphh ....uuuuummmpphh ... uuuummmpphh ...uuuummpphh ... uuuummpphh ..uuummpphh .. uuummpphh" "Ohhhh fuuuuck, boy ..... I'm gonna shoot .... Get ready ..... AAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!" He fell to the bed next to me. I looked over, wrapping my arms around his neck, and kissed him on the cheek. "Thanks ..... that was great." The weekend was filled with a couple of movies, dinner out Saturday night with Aunt Charlotte, and several more hours of our special relaxation. Uncle Ray wanted to know if I ever got worn out. I told him at my age I was just starting; worn out was for the old guys like him -- that earned me a good love swat as I paraded my butt past him. *** Monday at the dentist office started out being not too bad. The hygienist cleaned my teeth; she was nice and made the experience at least bearable, although this would never make my list of things to do by choice. When she finished she called Uncle Ray; he had left me there since his office was right next door. When he arrived the dentist, Tom (who happened to be a friend of Uncle Ray's) came in and I could tell from their conversation that me being the subject of their conversation was nothing new. The dentist told Uncle Ray my teeth appeared to be in good shape, there were no new cavities and all the signs suggested I brushed on a regular basis. Well, I knew I could have told them that part. The next part bothered me though; the dentist said 'that other thing' they discussed would require x-rays to determine the status of my teeth and whether they could head off trouble. What trouble? Nobody bothered to clue me into what they called 'trouble'. "Uncle Ray, what kind of 'trouble' are ya'll talkin' about?" "Easy, son, Tom and I are discussing whether we can avoid braces for you. Come over here and let me show you something. This is a picture of you taken last summer in Cherokee. This is a picture of you taken at Sugar Mountain. Now hold one up on each side of your face and look in the mirror; tell me what you see." "My front teeth look like they're twisting and pointing out." "That's what we call protruding teeth or buck teeth; it's caused mainly from having too many teeth for the size of your mouth." "But, won't my mouth grow as I grow; then I can take 'em all?" "It doesn't work like that. You are about to get your twelve year molars, then another set will come in around age eighteen. Not too many people can take that last set, including you; also, you may have trouble with the twelve year set. That's what Tom and I are discussing now. Most people correct the problem by waiting until you're about thirteen or fourteen, having some teeth pulled, and then braces." "No way! I don't want railroad tracks in my mouth." "Settle down, and let me finish. Tom is going to do a set of x-rays. The x-rays will tell us if there is a chance to correct this problem without braces. If there is, we have to do it now. You know, there was a reason your dad sent you to me for spring break. You normally go south to visit your grandmother." I should have known Dad was up to something besides being nice. Some surprise. After the x-rays and probing in my mouth more times than I cared for, Uncle Ray and the dentist decided if four teeth were pulled I had a good chance of avoiding braces. The real problem was I had two permanent teeth trying to come in, but the baby teeth wouldn't give way and fall out. Two teeth in one space meant something had to give and it was the alignment. Four teeth! I was going to lose two baby teeth and two permanent teeth. I'd never had a tooth pulled and this was beginning to sound like not much fun. 'Tom, you know I have a power of attorney on the boy, but I want to talk to his dad. He'll say go with my best judgment, but the call needs to be made as a courtesy. Let's go ahead and schedule this for tomorrow if we can. Do all four at one time, there's no need to put the boy through this twice. Of course, I want Brad put under, he's too young to have to worry about the pain and he'd be frightened by the sounds, if nothing else." "Uncle Ray, I'm not sure I like this." "Brad, I understand, but this has to be done now or later. Do it now and most likely no braces down the road. Now you know I'm not going to let you be hurt or suffer any more discomfort than absolutely necessary. Tom will give you a shot to make you woozy, then he'll give you something to make you sleep. I'll be with you the whole time, and when you wake up, it'll be over. You will feel some discomfort, but there will be pills to take care of that. Right now, we need to call your Dad." "Uncle Ray, can we get some lunch first?" The next morning he limited the amount of breakfast I could have. Said it was to keep me from embarrassing myself. He didn't want me half out of it on drugs thinking I needed to use the bathroom and then just letting loose. That would have been embarrassing, but I was still hungry. There was no doubt in my mind that Uncle Ray and I needed to have a better understanding of the definition of 'discomfort'. It hurt almost as bad as when dad used to work his magic on my butt. I did get the shot, I did go to sleep or something, I have no memory of them pulling the teeth, and now I know why Uncle Ray said he didn't want me to go through this twice -- no way. I woke up with my head throbbing, I couldn't quite figure out what was going on because I was still half out of it, and my mouth was beyond sore and throbbing. I also had a death grip going on Uncle Ray's arm. As soon as I woke up he asked me if I felt sick. Sick was an understatement. He wanted to know if I felt like I was going to throw up. The answer was no, but I'm sure it would have been a relief. He asked the lady there to give me something for the pain and maybe make me go back to sleep. I was trying to tell him I wanted out of there. The last I remembered was him standing over me and the lady giving me another shot. Sometime later he got me off the bed and helped me walk over to his office. I got lots of sympathy and attention, too bad I didn't feel well enough to enjoy it. He had me lay down on the sofa in his office. More than once I did feel like I was going to throw up so he put a trash can next to the sofa, turned out the lights, and closed the door. He worked in the conference room that day. We went home early; he undressed me and lay me on the sofa. I do remember he came in and sat down. At some point he had undressed, put a pillow in his lap and two against the arm of the sofa and pulled me up. This was the same position he put me in for a powder massage. One of those might have felt good if I had been coherent enough to enjoy it. I was moving around in a fog. That night I slept spooned in his arms and spent the next two days home. I had to wear sleeping shorts during the day in case Aunt Charlotte came over to check on me. She was there about every hour on the hour. She fixed me lunch and spoon fed me soup. I was capable of feeding myself and even more capable of taking advantage of all the sympathy and attention being poured on me. She sat on the sofa and put my head in her lap while she rubbed my back. She even said how bad Uncle Ray was for having all four teeth pulled at once. I agreed, if he had done two at a time I could have gotten twice the attention. I also would have given him a really hard time before submitting to the second session; he knew that and covered things up front. The second night I was lying in his lap when he decided we needed to talk. He reminded me that dad would be graduating at the end of the semester. This meant he would get a job some where, and things could change. "Brad, you need to be aware that we may not be as close to one another as we are now. That doesn't mean we won't see one another, it does mean it may not be as often. Remember, where ever you are, I'll only be a phone call away." What a bummer. I don't feel well, restricted from any kind of good play time, living on a liquid diet, and he wants to tell me we may be separated. After three days the dentist said I should be able to suck a milk shake through the straw and to give it a try. We did and I did; try and actually do it, that is. Of course if I could suck a milk shake through the straw, that meant play time should be back. That night after dinner I wasted no time in filling the tub with warm water and stripping out of those shorts. I took Uncle Ray by the hand and told him we had some fun to make up. Usually, in the tub I would lay there and let him do what he wanted. This time I lay there only a few minutes and began doing what I wanted. Rolling over and straddling his lap I used the soap to clean him front and back. It was nice laying against his chest and reaching over his shoulders to clean his back. Tub time was cut short and after he dried us I climbed up on his front with both legs wrapped around him. While he took us to bed I started the big tease. We had been playing all over the bed for quite some time. The sixty-nine position had become one of our favorites and a regular position at some time in our play. We moved from head to foot, changed positions from top to bottom and pretty much had been going at it when he picked me up bodily and dropped me in the middle of the bed. He bent my legs back over my head and then leaned on top of them pinning me to the bed; this was completely new. I looked up at him in surprise and he just smiled at me. Reaching for the nightstand he got a rope made from some kind of soft material and tied my wrists together with the inside of my elbows behind my knees. I didn't know what to say or do. Didn't really matter because he had me pinned where I couldn't do anything. After getting me where he apparently wanted me he just sat back on his ankles and smiled. Then he pulled out a feather and started tickling my pucker. "Oooohhhhh gaaaahhhd, Uncle Ray, stoop, please, stoo op .... Ooohhhh ...oooohhhh.." He had me laughing so hard I had trouble begging him to stop. When he did finally stop he sat back, looked at me again and then he started licking me. He started in the canal where the thigh meets the body and worked his way up and down both sides, kissing his way over my sac to change sides. "Ohhhhh gaaaaahhhddd, oooohhhh...ohhhhh ... yeeeaaah moooore ...mooore ....lick it, Uncle Ray, lick me good ....ohhhh yeeeeaah " Then I saw him look up at me with that mischievous smile of his. He teased me by rubbing the tip of his dick up and own my crack, then over my pucker. Suddenly he bent over and stuck his tongue in me and I went ape. "Oooohhhh ... oooohhhh .... Gaaaaaahhhdd .... Ooooohhhhh daaammmmm ...mmmmmppphh .....mmmmmmm .... Ooooohhhhhh ... do it harder ...... oooohhhhh" He had stuck me with his tongue before and it felt great, to both see him do it and feel it at the same time was out of this world. He kept this up for a long, long time. Once he took a break and used his thumb to massage the pucker while he nursed on my dick and sucked my balls at the same time. I couldn't believe he could do something this good. Finally he untied me, flipped me over and slipped into the hole. This time he pulled me up and back by my elbows. I dangled in mid air begging for more and drooling until he finally shot off. As always, he reached down and got some of his juice from my sac and smeared it over my hole. This time he lingered their massaging some of it into me. I melted into his arms as he cleaned me. The tieing me up part was a little scary at first, but every time I thought about it after that, I got excited. He did it again before taking me home. The second time I did everything I could to open myself to him and watch everything he did. Feeling was good; feeling and watching was amazing. Before I went home he decided we needed to talk some more. One night after our bath he carried me into the living room, rather than the bedroom. "Brad, there's something we need to talk about and I want to make sure you understand how serious I am." "About what?" He had me completely confused, I couldn't even guess where this was headed. "You are old enough to assume some responsibility for yourself. By that I mean it's time for you to pay more attention to your school work without me having to bribe you. One day you will have to make a choice about what kind of work you want to do. Whatever that choice is, I want to be comfortable you make it because that is really what you want and not because you can't qualify for anything else. If you want to dig ditches, that's fine with me; it's honest work. But, you do it by choice, not necessity. Understand? Don't give me that exasperated look, you're going to hear me say it many times over the next few years." "Yeah, I know, but why can't I just be a kid right now?" "You can, so long as you're a responsible kid and show me good grades. Capisca?" "Uncle Ray, are we still on for the summer if I get the grades?" "Yes, we are. I promised and I'll live up to my end if you live up to yours; and, yes, I know you're doing well so far. Keep it up, kid; I'm proud of you." He said this as he gave me one of his crushing bear hugs. I always wondered why adults felt it necessary to throw a damper on a good time. After I went home I had to keep reminding myself about the summer trip if I pulled the grades. School wasn't hard; it was more like boring. What I kept remembering was when he said he was proud of me. End Chapter Nineteen: To Be continued: comments welcome; contact Dwight Wilson at adm2780@yahoo.com.