Date: Tue, 14 Nov 2006 17:27:43 -0800 (PST) From: adm2780 Subject: Brad's Idol Ch Twenty-Two 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 Twenty-Two: Brad's Idol Know how to tell when vacation time is over? It was easy for me. One morning he shakes me saying "Get up sleepy head, breakfast is on the balcony." It was great to just get up, take care of the morning's personal business, and then stroll out to the balcony au natural and have breakfast while enjoying nature's warmth. The next morning he shakes me saying "Get up sleepy head, the lawn mower's waitin'." Yeah, that's what he did to me. That's what I called social shock. We docked on Sunday morning. We had to pack our bags and set them in the hall on Saturday night, keeping only what we would need to wear on Sunday plus dirty clothes and personal hygiene items. Since we played and slept naked, that was no big deal. Two and a half hours were spent clearing customs and trying to get off the ship. When we finally got off and collected our luggage it was a five and a half hour drive back to Uncle Ray's -- home. We were both tired which was mainly my fault. Our last night on the cruise and I didn't want to settle down. Jay and I ran all over the ship. Every time Uncle Ray or Mr. Rick said it was time to call it a night we thought of one more thing we just had to do or the world would come to an end. Finally, Uncle Ray grabbed me and threw me over his shoulder, Mr. Rick did the same with Jay. When we got to our room I was still keyed up. We may have gotten three or four hours sleep. This really didn't cause a problem since I slept in the car most of the way home. That night I wasn't sleepy, but I was tired and spent most of the evening lying on the sofa with my head in his lap. Uncle Ray said he had to go back to work to get some rest. Sounded silly to me, but I think I know what he meant. Having fun can sometimes take a lot out of you. He went to work Monday morning, but not before he made sure I was up and knew where the lawnmower was. Right after he left I plopped down on the sofa for a nap. When the phone rang I got a surprise. "Nap time's over, kiddo. Lawn's waitin'." "What makes you think I was nappin'?" "Brad, one day you will learn not to try to kid a kidder. You probably didn't even wait till I cleared the driveway before you lay down again. It's been two hours, it's time to get movin'. Besides, Charlotte will be over to check on you soon." "Check on me, why? I'm big enough to stay by myself." "You may be big enough, but you're not old enough. You have to be twelve, that's five days away. Now, do you remember where the gas can is? Time to move. Brad, I'm serious now, the past several days were fun, now it's time to be a big boy again and take care of your job." "Yes, sir, I will. Uncle Ray, what can I pull out for lunch?" "Charlotte said she wanted to do that. Now, cut the grass and clean off the walks. Then you can take a nice cool bath and get a nap before I get home. If you need me, I'll be at the office. Maybe I can get out of here early. We'll see." Doing the yards this time was a real chore. I had to keep telling myself to not stop or it would never get done. Aunt Charlotte didn't bring lunch over. She called over the fence for me to come there. I found a shirt and made it over. About half way there I remembered something Uncle Ray said. I should always stand straight, keep the chin up, the shirt had to be buttoned all the way and tucked in, and smile. If I passed out later that was okay. I did the yards the way I was supposed to and took a refreshing shower. I didn't even bother to dry off when I plopped down on the bed, the fan blowing the air over me felt good. For some reason I was worn out. The next thing I knew it was two hours later. When I got up I put on some shorts and thought I should pull something out for supper. The refrigerator sure was empty. Funny, I was looking for something for us to have for supper when I realized I had put clothes on. I didn't normally worry about clothes at Uncle Rays. Finally, I called him and asked him what he wanted me to do. When he offered to take us out I told him I was tired of restaurant food and would rather eat at home. After a spaghetti dinner he decided he needed a long hot soak and headed for the tub. I had a bath earlier so I went to the living room and turned on the television. After a few minutes I realized he was serious about the long part and decided to join him. As I climbed in he was a little surprised and said he thought I already had a bath. I let him know this wasn't to get clean, this was to relax. I lay back against him and let him pour the warm water over me. It'd been a while since we did this, this way. When we both started turning into prunes he said it was time to get out. I dried off and headed back to the sofa. He came in a couple minutes later with something in his hand, I couldn't tell what it was. As he approached the sofa he turned out the lamp but left the television on. Sitting in his usual spot he put pillows in his lap and against the arm of the sofa. I knew where this usually went. It had been a while since he made me feel good this way. He looked at me and without a word being spoken I lay across his lap with my head on the arm. He sprinkled powder over me and began to gently rub me down. He stroked me not to get me excited, but to help me relax. Nice, soft, even strokes. As he crossed a nipple he would pause only a moment for an extra caress or two and move on. His fingers running over my brow and down the side of my face was relaxing. The tip would run down the side of my face and around the ear, then follow the neck to the middle and drop every so slowly down my chest and stomach. When he reached my package area I spread my legs for his finger to run down one side of my package, circle the bottom and come up the other side. The way he did it I couldn't help but come to full attention and sometimes it would rub against his hairy arm; we both ignored it. He rolled me over and worked on my back and legs. Again as he ran his fingers through the crack I opened up for him to have full access. He said I whimpered like a little puppy and squirmed some. I don't doubt it, I was his boy and he could do whatever he wanted. He turned me over on my back again. I opened my eyes enough to look into his face -- he had a slight smile and was looking at me. I smiled back and said "what?". "Can't I look at my boy and admire him when I want to?" Putting both arms around his neck I pulled myself up and whispered in his ear. "Love you." The next thing I remember was waking up the next morning. *** The rest of the week was spent working at Uncle Ray's office. I usually went to the courthouse to do recordings or pay taxes, sometimes I made deliveries to clients. It was nice walking in and seeing friendly faces. Walking through the office I could sometimes hear Uncle Ray on the phone with somebody and my name would get mentioned. I used to ask who he was talking to and why my name was mentioned. It didn't take long to learn not to ask. One day he had a client with him and I heard my name mentioned several times. I'd walk by his door but mostly he ignored me. The client had a boy close to my age with him that I assumed was his son. Finally, I heard Uncle Ray call me and didn't waste any time getting to his office. Uncle Ray introduced me to the man, Mr. Edwards. I remembered to do a firm hand shake and look him straight in the eye when I said it was nice to meet him. Mr. Edwards introduced me to his son, Todd. Turns out we were all headed out to lunch together. Mr. Edwards said for me to call him Kelley, I looked at Uncle Ray who nodded it was okay. At lunch I learned that Kelley and Uncle Ray invested in land together once in a while. Kelley did a lot of work buying large tracts and then dividing and selling the smaller lots off. Kelley decided it was time for Todd to learn where "it" came from. Uncle Ray thought it was a good idea for me to learn where "it" came from. Todd and I sat there listening to the two of them discuss the two of us like we weren't even there. By the end of lunch Todd and I found out we started work on Tuesday of the next week which happened to be the day after my birthday. Todd and I talked while the adults ignored us. He didn't have much more of an idea of what we were supposed to do than I did. He did know we needed old blue jeans, a t-shirt we didn't mind getting messed up, and snake boots. Snake boots? We did find out that we had something in common -- we both had dirt bikes and no friends our age to ride with, until now. We wanted to ride this coming weekend. When we asked about it Uncle Ray said we were leaving town again Friday, but I might be able to ride with Todd on Monday. If not, then he didn't see any problem with the weekend after that. I knew not to ask about Friday, yet; and I knew I wanted to ask about the snake boots. On the way home we stopped at one of those western supply places to get me a pair of snake boots. I decided I needed to know more about what was happening and found out Todd and I would be the grunt guys on clearing some property Kelley and Uncle Ray bought. They bought an eighty-acre tract that was to be divided into one to five acre lots and sold. When I asked what a grunt guy did on the job he told me whatever the boss said with no questions asked and no arguments; Kelley would be the boss. That night after supper and a bath I climbed into his lap and asked about Friday. He explained my grandma and aunt wanted to get Dad a new car for his graduation present. The car would really be used, but new to Dad. The kind of car they heard him say he wanted had to be bought at a special interest car auction and there was one being held in Orlando that weekend. Drive to Orlando Friday morning, bid on a car that day or Saturday, come home Saturday night and party on Sunday. Sounded good to me. While we talked I sat in his lap playing with his nipples. There was something else we hadn't done since getting home and I let him know I wanted to be tied up again. He obliged. "Oooooohhhh gaaaahhhhd, Uncle Ray...don't...don't....your not bein' fair.....mmmmpphh...yeeeeaaaaahh...moooore..moooore....oooohhhh.." He was sucking my balls in and flicking them around with his tongue. Then he'd let go and tease the end of my prick. I kept trying to lock my legs around him so I could pound into him, but he kept blocking me, laughing while he teased and I begged. "Yeeeaaaaah..lick 'em...ooooohhhhh...gaaaaaaahhhhd...yeeeeaaaaaah.lick 'em." He had one butt cheek in each hand kneading them like bread dough. He'd pull me up and tease with his tongue and then drop me back down to make me wait for the next lift. I wanted to grab his head and push him into me, but he had me tied. Finally he moved his arm so I could lock my legs around him. I had his head locked between my legs with my dick in his mouth. I pumped and squeezed for all I was worth. He knew when I climaxed and placed his arms under me for support. Softly telling me to settle down he began tonguing my nips sending me into another heat rage. He turned me over and started teasing my neck and worked his way down to my crack while he dragged his fingernails over my thighs. I was in ecstasy and cried for more. He rimmed me out good, and I mean but good, and then oiled me up for the fuck. When he slipped into me he untied my arms and slid his hands under my chest to lift me. Suspended in the air, he used a middle finger on each nip to massage and torture me. "Ohhh gaaaaahhhddd..Uncle Ray...pleeeaaaase...no mooore...ohhhhhh..yeeeaah...that feeeels soooo gooooood...uuuhhhhhh...uuuuuuhhhhh...ooooohhhhhh geeeeeeeze ....mmmmmmmmmm....nooooooooo....ooooohhhfuuuuck.....yeeeeaaah" I couldn't handle any more. He pounded my butt and I bounced off the bed. As he pounded in you could hear him slapping against my butt. When he pulled out he would let me down some; as he pumped into me he'd pull and arch my back more. This was more than fantastic. I loved being at his mercy like this. He knew how to wear me out but beg for more at the same time. We had been doing this forever, but more felt so good. . "OOOOHHHHHHH GOOODDD...YEEEAAH...DO IT...AGAIN...DO IT.." I cried and begged him to finish. I cried and whimpered begging him to stop but do some more, then I felt him bite down on my shoulder as he soaked my privates. Finally, we were both spent. We were both covered in sweat and his juices. As he slid over on the bed I climbed up on him and held on while he rubbed his fingers through my hair. I loved doing this with him. *** We got to the auction site in the early afternoon. He registered as a bidder and talked to some of the people. Seems he knew the people running the auction. I have no idea why this might surprise me given he liked to drive special interest type cars. He found three cars he wanted more information on. One was a hard top, another had t-tops, and the third was a convertible. I liked all three. Uncle Ray said they wouldn't be up for auction until Saturday but we could sit in the tent and watch some of the action after supper tonight. The cars that came through first were teasers. Some were nice, some weren't. The idea was to get the bidders comfortable with the process. Nice cars coming through early that didn't sell would be run through again later. Saturday afternoon Uncle Ray bought the white car with t-tops. It was an Oldsmobile Hurst 442, white with a gold stripe down the middle from front to rear. The interior was done in the same gold color as the stripe, buckets seats, console, tape deck, air and all. This car was hot. We left for home that afternoon, a carrier would deliver the car the next morning. The time of delivery was great for two reasons. One, it was my birthday; and, second, Dad would be there. Of course, one of those reasons had nothing to do with delivery of the car, but it was important to me. I was going to be twelve. Dad and Kathy arrived that morning. I was glad to see him, but also noticed he didn't bring any presents in. I looked out the window to see if I could see anything in the car, but couldn't. I think Dad and Uncle Ray saw the look on my face and they broke with a smile; they were up to something. A couple hours later we heard a truck pull up. It was the car carrier. You should have seen the look on Dad's face as they unloaded his new car. He called my grandma and aunt and described the car to them. You could hear the excitement in his voice. When we had looked the car over at least five or six times we headed inside to cook hamburgers. When I walked through the door there sat a ten-speed bike with a bow and my name on it. How did they get that in there without me seein' it? I didn't care. Dad had his car and I had a new bike. Aunt Charlotte and Aunt Jackie came over. Each gave me a card with a twenty dollar bill -- they knew what I liked. We had hamburgers, then ice cream and cake before everyone left. Dad and Kathy headed back to study some more leaving me and Uncle Ray. When we went to bed that night I got more of my favorite treats. *** Mr. Edwards, or Kelley, picked me up first thing at Uncle Ray's office. I had a small drink cooler with bottles of water, two cokes and crackers. This seemed to be a strange combination to be taking into the woods until I found out Todd had the same thing. Todd told me the property we were going to was about twenty miles away. There was already a work crew there building roads. When we arrived I saw the heavy equipment and thought this was going to be easy; I could handle one of those things, no sweat. Well, sweat, I did. Maybe I should say we did, 'cause Todd suffered the same fate as me. We both wanted to know what we did wrong to get into this. We started out cleaning small brush off the front of the property and piling it where the new road was rough graded. We got our name from the sounds we made after working about two hours. It was about that time when both of us decided to shed the shirts, too. It was sweaty, dirty work. We drank plenty of water and made the required trips behind a tree. After a while I developed another problem. Kelley gave me a roll of paper and a spade. I was to go behind the bushes and dig a small hole, squat to do my necessities, clean up and bury everything. I thought he had to be kidding -- he wasn't. He did tell me to be careful of snakes and chiggers. As I walked into the woods Todd ran up to me. "Wait up, Brad. Let me give you a hint. Don't just dig a hole and squat -- bet that's what my dad told you ain't it?" "Yeah" "Figures, he and your Uncle Ray pulled this stunt on me last year. If you drop your pants and just squat, chances are not all of it will fall on the ground -- some of it falls in your clothes and they thought that was funny. Get behind a tree and lean against it with your legs in front of you like you're sitting on an invisible chair. That way it all goes to the ground." "Thanks, Uhh.. Todd? What's chiggers?" "Their little black bugs that dig under your skin and suck blood. The longer you leave 'em in the deeper they get. That's why you wash those jeans in hot water tonight, to kill anything might be in them. Check yourself too, if you have any put bleach or nail polish on 'em, they'll suffocate. They're real bad if they get on your butt or around your balls; you'd be out here scratching all day." "Todd. How am I supposed to check my butt for chiggers?" We worked until mid-afternoon when Kelley said it was getting too hot and we were quitting for the day. Before we left he pulled out a big map of the property that had lots and roads drawn on it. He showed us what they planned on doing and where we were working today. All the garbage we pulled out was to be burned the next morning if the weather permitted. Kelley took me back to Uncle Ray's office. As we got out of the truck I got my shirt and put it on and used my fingers to comb my hair. I had dirt all over me, sticking to me from a combination of sweat and sun block. I walked in with my shoulders back, chin up and a smile. I stood in front of Uncle Ray looking at him for a moment and then proceeded to fall right into the front of him. "Hey. What are you doin?" "You said I had to always come in with my shoulders back, chin up and a smile even if it took the last bit of energy I had. Then if I wanted to pass out it was okay. I was passin' out." "Smart ass. Go look in the refrigerator and get a bottle of cool water; see if Todd wants one." Todd and I got some cool water and found some food. We scarfed it down like we were starving. Meanwhile, Kelley and Uncle Ray laughed over my experience with needing to take a dump in the woods. They laughed and I have to admit that Todd and I did too. Come Saturday, Uncle Ray loaded my bike into the truck and we headed back to the work site, this time for fun. When I asked him why he didn't load his bike he told me he and Kelley would be riding four-wheelers. His four-wheeler turned out to be a tractor pulling a bush-hog mower. Todd and I spent all morning riding our bikes through the woods. We got dirtier than when we worked during the week. Riding with Uncle Ray was fun but I had to admit it was nice to be able to fool around with somebody my own age. We could tell one another dirty jokes and use any language we wanted without worrying about whether an adult might get mad. While we rode bikes Kelley and Uncle Ray rode the tractors up and down the roads. The blade was set high to avoid stumps and other small trash on the ground. Compared to the uncut area, the cut looked real clean. At lunch Kelley got us prepackaged subs from the convenience store with Gatorade. We kept going full throttle until mid-afternoon when we all decided we had enough. The four of us stopped at Kelley's favorite bar-b-que place and he treated for supper. After unloading the bike we emptied the sand and dirt from our clothes and boots. That night we showered. Uncle Ray said he was worried about how much sand we'd get in the drains 'cause we were so dirty. When he sprayed my hair I laughed at the brown water draining out. He bathed me and I bathed him. We settled on the sofa to relax and watch television. Eventually I worked my way into his lap and we watched television while he scratched my butt and eventually massaged my perineum. One thing led to another and I started teasing him. He took the hint and carried me to bed where we had more room. Sunday morning Uncle Ray gave me a map and folder. He said this was the property we were working on and a copy of the closing papers where they bought it, plus the contract for the engineering and road work. I was to give my best shot at figuring out how much per acre they had invested. I studied the papers a little and then realized this wasn't as hard as I was trying to make it. Take the cost of the land from the closing statement. Add the cost of engineering, surveys and roads from the contracts. Divide all this by the number of acres and you have the cost per acre. Uncle Ray looked at my work and said I did pretty good for a first time. He knew a lot of people that could never grasp the concept. I asked what he meant by pretty good, I thought I did real good. He showed me where I forgot to add in the deposit they put up with the contract. This made a difference of about twenty-five dollars an acre. Even with that, it was such a small error and it was my first time, I thought I did real good but accepted pretty good from him. The next week Todd and I worked in the woods we were given a hundred ft. tape and wood stakes. We had to follow the map and set the stakes approximately where the lot corners would go. After double checking us on the first three Kelley let us loose on our own. Later in the week we did the back corners. These weren't so easy since we usually shed our shirts as soon as we got there and there was a lot of twigs sticking us. At the end of the week we finished early on Friday. I was surprised that we met Uncle Ray at the bar-b-que place in the late afternoon. They gave us some papers to look at that they said was a contract for each of us. Then we had a list of lots and prices. They told us what the cost of the lot was and how much it would sell for. We had to figure out the terms for the sale. This was way beyond either of us. Uncle Ray said he would show me how to do it when we got home. Our pay for working was figured up and then applied as down payment on two lots each -- lots we had to sell. That night Uncle Ray showed me how to roughly figure out closing costs and which ones I had to pay and which ones the buyer paid. Instead I set mine so the price went up the same amount as cost, buyer gave me more down, and I paid all closing costs. Uncle Ray wanted to know where I learned that and I told him something like this was on one of Dad's law tests. We didn't go to the property on Saturday because it rained real hard most of the day. We slept in some and I needed it. When we did get up it was close to lunch time so we had what he called brunch. After we ate he went to the living room, we were both still naked. When he asked what I wanted to do I told him I didn't want to go anywhere. I wanted to stay home, stay naked, and it be just me and him today. Watching television or whatever, but just me and him. He sat down and held his arms out for me to climb up. It rained all weekend. We stayed home, watched movies on television, called out for pizza, rolled in the bed, or lay on the sofa. More than once I lay across his lap and with him gently rubbing me, took a nap. There were only two people in the world that weekend, and we both liked it that way. That same weekend Uncle Ray taught me how to compute mortgage payments and how to break payments down to interest and principal. This seemed strange to me until he said I had to know this to send people some kind of tax statements each year. I didn't fully understand that part but figured he'd let me know when the time was right. We had lunch one day with an attorney friend of his. Turns out Uncle Ray had a trust put together for me, the money was for my college which at that time I thought was a lifetime away. I sold one of the lots but kept the second lot off the market. Todd sold both of his on the same weekend. He told me his money went into a trust too. Uncle Ray said to keep the second lot for a few months. As people moved onto the land and there were fewer lots to choose from the laws of supply and demand would force the price up. It worked. I sold the second lot for about fifty percent more than the first. My twelfth summer was a summer of change. It was going by fast and I wasn't sure I liked that. End Ch Twenty-Two To Be Continued: comments welcome; contact Dwight Wilson at adm2780@yahoo.com