Date: Sun, 19 Nov 2006 08:50:23 -0800 (PST) From: adm2780 Subject: Brads Idol Ch Twenty-Three 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-Three: Brad's Idol When you know something is most likely going to happen that you aren't going to be happy about, that unwanted something sneaks up a lot faster than you want. That's what happened to my twelfth summer. Don't misunderstand me, the first part was great. I even enjoyed working out in the woods with Todd. I always thought it strange that people don't understand that guys like to get out and work half naked, get a good tan, get sweaty and dirty. It's a macho thing and at twelve years old you want to be viewed as macho. So, if my summer up to that point was so good, why did I not want to see the end racing towards me? It didn't take a genius to figure out that once Dad took the bar exam he had to take a job. He had been interviewing up near Uncle Ray, but I knew he was interviewing more down south. Logic said there was a better chance of going south and moving away from Uncle Ray. Admittedly, I wasn't the only one unhappy about what was happening. Ben, Larry's bosom buddy, had already moved. His dad graduated at the end of spring semester and they moved up near Uncle Ray. I wasn't sure where but I did hear him and Larry talking about being able to keep their special visits if we moved here too. I guess it really wasn't fair to be pissed off with Ben and Larry about that, it wasn't their fault. They liked being together as much as I liked being with Uncle Ray. I resented the thought of having to move away from the person that was special to me and sometimes took it out with my attitude towards Larry. Near the end of July, and just before Dad was to take his test, he and Uncle Ray were on the phone. Uncle Ray was handing out the 'congrats' left and right and wishing Dad well. I heard him tell Dad something about an area being nice. That's something I don't think I was supposed to hear. Uncle Ray thought I was down the hall but I was standing around the corner listening. I wanted to know what area. When Uncle Ray hung up the phone and didn't say anything I knew the news would stink. Matters got worse when the longer he went without saying anything the more of an attitude I got. Then he started getting pissed off with me. I felt like I couldn't win if I had to. Finally, he had enough. Several days I went around with a chip on my shoulder. He would try to talk to me but I wouldn't cooperate. One night we were in the tub and I sat there like he was expected to do something to make me happy. That's when he drew the line. "Brad, is there something we need to talk about?" "No." "You sure? You know you haven't been acting like my boy lately. Want to tell me what's wrong?" "No. There's nothin' wrong." I replied rather curtly. "Well, let me put it this way then. If you recall I heated up that butt of yours once for lying to me. I think the only lie you're telling me now is that there's no problem. If that's true, then I suggest you have a serious problem because I'm getting a little tired of you acting like a total ass. If I need to heat up your butt to straighten all this out, just let me know. If not, then I suggest you change that attitude real quick." While he fussed with me he had turned me in his lap. I sat in the tub straddling his lap and never looked him straight in the face. By the time he finished there were more tears welled up in my eyes than I could handle. I just took one look at him and burst out crying. Really, it wasn't crying, it was a good old fashioned bawling. He sat there and held me while I cried it out. We sat there a long time before I cried myself dry and he said anything. "That was quite a reaction from me just threatening to warm your butt. If that was practice I wonder what would happen with the real thing." "Don't tease me." I told him. "Come on, I think we need to get out of here and get comfortable. Then it's time for a long talk." He wrapped me in a towel and rubbed briskly. I always liked that and he was trying to show me he really wasn't that upset with me, but he was concerned. He led me into the living room where we lay down on the sofa. He stretched out on his side and I spooned into him using his left shoulder and arm as a pillow. I wrapped his forearm and hand over my chest. He let his right arm fall over my stomach. I squirmed and moved until I had all of me that I could touching him. He held me close and this is where I wanted to be. "Now, young man, do you want to tell me what this is all about?" I just lay there and shrugged my shoulders. "Come on son, nobody reacts the way you did while ago unless there's something real big bothering them. The only way this is going to stop is for you to talk." Again, I just shrugged my shoulders. I really wasn't sure what to tell him. I knew what was wrong, but I didn't know how to say it. "Problem's that bad? Is it so big you can't say what it is or maybe you're not sure what it is?" "Jus' kinda. Uncle Ray, I don' wanna go." "You don't want to go where Brad?" "You know, wherever it is Dad told you we were goin'. I heard you talkin' on the phone. You kept tellin' him how nice that area is, wherever that is." "Is that what this is all about? You heard me talking to your dad and decided you didn't like the place we were talking about. Do you know how close I've come to blistering your butt for acting like a total ass?" He was getting pissed off all over again. Somehow I wasn't doing this right. "Uncle Ray, don't get pissed off with me again. It's kinda your fault anyway." I knew before I shut my mouth that was the wrong thing to say. "It's my fault! Would you like to explain that one?" He was really getting pissed off with me now and I was getting upset. Instead of holding me close he was holding me up and had flattened out himself. This wasn't going real good for me. The tears started building again but I fought to keep control. "I wanna stay here, Uncle Ray. I don't wanna go no where. I wanna stay with you. Why can't I live here? I'll do my school work, honest, and nobody has to stay with me. I don't wanna leave. Don't you want me?" By this time the tears were running again. "Boy, how could you be so dumb? Of course I want you. I couldn't love you more if you were my very own. There's been many times I wish you were, but you're not and your place is with your dad." By this time I was laying on top of him. I reached for his left arm and laid it on my butt. I wanted him to scratch me like he used to. He knew what I wanted and did. "Brad," he continued speaking gently, "what I think is really wrong here is that you're afraid of change, and that's okay. It's normal for us to get comfortable with the way things are. It's normal to want to resist the unknown. There's one thing we can't change though, and that's the fact that all things change. Look at you. When I first started keeping you and you came to visit with me you were only eight. Look at all the changes that have happened since then. You've grown taller, heavier, you don't require the naps you used to take, and you've gotten a lot hornier." "Uncle Ray, don't tease me." "Why? If I can't tease my boy, who can I tease?" He said that while he wrapped his arms around me and 'cause he knew it always got me. I liked being his boy and I loved him telling me so. I also loved feeling secure wrapped in his arms. I lay there with him scratching my butt. The television was on but I didn't care. Right then I just wanted him to hold me and I wanted to feel him over every square inch of me. One thing about him scratching my butt though was that it did tend to get me kinda horny, but I didn't ask him to stop. A couple of times I lifted my head and flicked a nipple or kissed him on the cheek. I didn't push beyond that 'cause I wanted to just be held that night. I woke up as he put me in the bed. I saw him turn out the lights and walk over to the bed. When he lay down I wrapped myself around him. His hand went down and cupped my butt. I did have a problem because I was stiff and began to hump his side. The hand cupped around my butt helped me until I gasped with pleasure. When I calmed down, he told me to get some sleep. The rest of the summer was spent with me doing the yards and sometimes doing Aunt Charlotte's, too. She wanted to give me money for it but Uncle Ray said if I took it, after all she had done to show me a good time, he would beat my butt, and I believed him. We made it to the beach a few times and I managed to keep a good tan, especially after working in the woods with Todd. Shortly after the night that we talked about what an ass I had been we got a call from my dad. He took a job in Ft. Pierce, that was three and a half hours away from Uncle Ray. At first I was depressed and he said I had a choice of accepting what had happened and adjusting, which meant I could enjoy the rest of my time with him, or pouting and not enjoying the rest of my time with him. There wasn't enough time left to pout. It was Thursday. I looked at the calendar and realized we were leaving for Ft. Pierce on Tuesday. Dad had rented a house down there and was getting it set up now. Larry and Laura would be coming in on Monday. I asked Uncle Ray if he could take Monday off so we could have a long weekend, just me and him. We could rent some videos, grill and have pizza. He asked me what else I wanted to do, like he didn't know, and I decided to shock him. "I wanna fuck till my balls turn blue." I thought he was going to die laughing rolling around on the sofa. That pissed me off and I decided right then and there I would keep him going as much as I could all weekend. "Where in the hell did you here that?" "At university. I hear a lot, you just don't know," I replied as I pounced on top of him. "Boy, what am I ever going to do with you?" "I know," I told him, "tie me up and make me beg you to stop and then beg for more. Then I know how we can end it too." "Boy, you're startin' to scare me with this bondage thing of yours, you know that?" "I'm not scared, you wouldn't hurt me and I know it. I like it when I can't stop you and you just keep going. It feels great when you oil me up and lift me by the nips while you pound my butt. That's what I want all weekend. I got to have lots 'cause I don't know how long it'll be before I get more." Lots I got. I stayed all over him every moment I could and wouldn't stop regardless of what he said. He tied me up and left me there once just so he could get a break. He pounded my butt so much it should have been black and blue. I remember like it was yesterday. I also remember I drank his milk. He was shocked and I was scared, but I did it for both of us. The details of that are a memory he and I will keep. He took me to Ft Pierce and stayed the night helping Dad set things up. On the trip down we talked about the summer and what I might find in our new home. He made it a point to talk about the last semester of school when I had to work for the grades to go on the cruise. When he asked me what I learned about myself I looked at him with my 'what are you talking about' look. He told me what he wanted me to learn was that I could accomplish things when I set my mind to it. There was no doubt that he was right, but he didn't have to rub it in. "Brad, there's something else we need to talk about, too. Your dad tells me you and Larry don't exactly get along very well and lot of the fault is with you." "Why me? What'd I do?" I asked rather defensively. "How about it's more like what you haven't done. Your dad tells me you've been real critical of Larry and treating him like he's your worst enemy. Have you ever thought that maybe, just maybe, he wasn't any happier about your dad and Kathy getting married than you were? And, like you, he really didn't have any say so in the matter?" "Well, no -- not really. Can't say I ever thought about it like that ever." "I want you to do something for me. I want you to try to be civil to him. The two of you are step-brothers and any tension between the two of you will just make things harder for everyone. I'm not saying you have to be best buddies, just be civil. If you just sit down and talk with him a little you might find the two of you have more in common than you think." "No way, Uncle Ray, no way. He acts like a damn wimp or sissy. It wouldn't surprise me if he wears underwear with lace on 'em. He even talks and laughs like a girl." I said this more than just a little emphatically. Then he pulled the car into the next rest stop but pulled over to the side. When he parked, he shut the engine off, turned to me and pulled me into his lap. "Brad, I want you to listen to me and listen carefully." He said to me in his 'I'm not playing' tone, "You're making a lot of judgment calls on Larry when you haven't taken the time to know him. I know what he's like and I understand what you're saying. Remember this, everybody needs and deserves a friend. You think he's a sissy because of the way he laughs. Let's be more honest than that, you think he's gay and that bothers you." "But, Uncle Ray, I'm sure he is." I insisted. "Brad, you are judging him. So what if he's gay. Has he tried forcing himself on you? Let him live his life the way he wants and you live your life the way you want. As far as being gay goes, if people knew what we did sometimes what do you think they would say about you?" "But, that's different with you and me. We do it 'cause we like it. If I didn't play with you, it's like you said, I'd probably be experimenting with other boys somewhere." "Brad, think about what you just said, particularly experimenting with other boys. What has Larry been doing with Ben? Are we being a little two-faced here?" "Well, maybe. I never looked at it like that. Uncle Ray? Are you sayin' we can't play no more?" He was beginning to scare me and tears were welling up. "No, I didn't say that. Understand that you and I have played games that a lot of people don't play and many would not approve of. There is no way that I would ever want to hurt you or even think I hurt you. When I say hurt you I don't mean physically like heating up your little butt. I'm talking about hurting you mentally and emotionally. If I ever thought that what we do was causing you to have problems about thinking of who and what you are, I'd stop it in a heartbeat. I'd make you sleep in the other bedroom and stay fully dressed all the time. I hope that I've taken enough time with you to make you secure with who you are." "There's something I want you to always remember. You don't have to give me your body to prove you love me. I know that you love me. I hope you understand that I love you, more than anyone could ever describe. Always remember, that no matter how old you are, when you need me I'll only be a phone call away. Can you do that?" Before I could say anything the tears were running down my cheek and my arms were around his neck. I lay across his lap holding on and crying some, then whispered "love you, Uncle Ray." *** In all my self pity I didn't think about anyone else being upset like me. I was wrong. I knew Larry was unhappy but didn't see where he had a right to be as upset as me. As far as I know Larry's best friend, and I think probably only friend at university, was Ben. This isn't because Larry was such a wimp. It was more because of the turn over with people graduating every semester and families moving in and out. If I got to know a kid for more than three semesters, it was rare. It was no different and no easier for Larry except that Ben's family was there for two years. The house Dad rented was a three bedroom which meant three kids shared two bedrooms. More accurately, two kids, being Larry and me, shared one bedroom. When we got there we went inside to take a tour. It looked pretty much like any other house. You know, bedrooms, bathrooms, living room, dining area and kitchen. Dad said it was built in a snow bird retirement area. I had to ask what that meant. It meant an area where lots were set up and then sold through the mail mainly to people from up north. It was called 'own a piece of paradise for $5.00 down and $5.00 a month'. Thank goodness Larry was the one to ask if that was what it really cost 'cause Dad gave him the 'you can't be that dumb' look. Our room was a wreck. Dad just took our stuff off the truck and dropped it in the middle of the floor. The beds weren't even set up. I asked Larry where he slept the night before and he said the floor. It was the only place not messed up. Uncle Ray helped us get our beds together so we could have a place to sleep that night, then we started the sorting process. Larry and I had a kind of mutual toleration agreement. I found his stuff and tossed it on his side of the room and he did the same with mine. After a while Uncle Ray said he was glad we weren't fighting mad with one another. He'd hate to see what would happen. Before the end of the day we were both tired and I was getting depressed too. I didn't think about the fact that Larry might already be there. That night Larry got kicked out of his own room so Uncle Ray and I could have a place to sleep. They were single beds but that didn't matter. Uncle Ray could lay on the bed and I'd lay on him, or I could go on the bottom for him. The bottom is where I usually wound up anyway when he pounded my butt. He told me he wouldn't do it that night because I moaned too loud and the sound of him slapping my ass could be heard everywhere. I didn't say anything. When he laid down I climbed on top and after nursing on him some I spun around. He thought I wanted a mutually pleasing session, sometimes known as the sixty-nine position, but I wanted something else. I straddled his chest and planted my feet over his shoulders. When I sat up my treasure was right over his face. He worked me over till I was a whimpering, slobbering puppy. I buried myself in him to keep from making noise. When I was sane enough I reached out and gave him as much oral pleasure as I could. This went on for a long time before he finally pulled me on top and we humped our way to relief. When he finished we both reached down and tasted the fruit of our efforts. Before he left he told me I needed to stay there and get adjusted to the new home. I was going to junior high now and he expected me to get involved with a club or sport or something. He wanted me to make new friends and have a good time. He promised to see me in seven weeks, which would be the middle of October. When he left I couldn't help it, I cried a little but tried to keep a stiff upper lip. But it just plain hurt. The next night Uncle Ray had gone home and it was just me and Larry. The room was getting pretty well straightened out by our standards. We didn't care if some stuff got left on the closet floor. I was tired that night and depressed. I lay on my side feeling sorry for myself when Larry spoke. "Brad, you awake?" "No." "Brad," he continued, "why do you treat me so mean? I never did anything to you." "Larry, you act like a damn wimp. You could at least act like a real boy, not a sissy." "But, I can't help it. That's just the way I am. You think just 'cause you run around commando you're so macho?" As he talked he must have walked over to my bed 'cause the next thing I know I feel my bed rockin'. "You know, Brad, I'm kinda sad too, just like you." "What makes you think I'm sad?" I snapped back. "I saw the look on your face and the tears you tried to hide when Ray left. Bet you even tried to get him to let you stay with him instead of comin' down here. I did the same in Miami, I wanted to stay there, too. Brad, can I lay down with you, please?" I thought about it. I didn't want him in bed with me, suppose somebody found out. Another part of me felt bad 'cause I had treated him bad and maybe he really didn't deserve it. Promising Uncle Ray I would try to be civil to Larry was making me wonder too much. Finally, I lifted the sheets and he lay down. "Larry, you're naked!" "So are you," he answered, "do you really think I didn't know all this time that you liked to sleep naked? What difference would it make if we had drawers on? You know, right now all you think about is you. Ever think somebody else is hurtin' too? At least you know you get to see Ray again. My friend's just gone." He was right. It wouldn't make any difference if we were naked or fully dressed. The only thing I was worried about was maybe me getting stiff and him knowing it. I remembered what Uncle Ray said about talking with Larry and thought I could try. "It's alright, it don't make any difference about being naked. You know the only reason I acted pissed off with you was 'cause I was mad with dad and your mom when they got married. That just turned things upside down for me. You were the only one around I could get pissed off with and not get my butt worked over." "Yeah, I know what you mean. They didn't say nothin' to me neither. They just got married and came home and announced that I had a new step-father and a step-brother. You know, your dad isn't the easiest person to please." Larry had just made the understatement of the year. "Larry, you don't know how true what you just said is. I know my dad loves me, but sometimes he could hurt too. When I had trouble in school 'cause I couldn't read right he'd beat my butt like you wouldn't believe with this big belt. I hated school 'cause I knew before long I'd be getting' a ass beatin'. One time he did it just before I went to see Uncle Ray. He beat me so bad he drew blood. When Uncle Ray saw it he went into orbit." "Why? He couldn't do nothin' could he?" "Uncle Ray put me in a warm tub of water to soak and then I could hear him on the phone givin' Dad hell. 'Course I never let Dad know I heard or knew anything. That whole weekend I spent with Uncle Ray naked. My butt was too sore to let anything touch me. Uncle Ray doctored it and I remember him holding me in his lap. I lay across his lap with him rubbing my back talking to me. I couldn't remember my dad ever doin' that. He made me feel like somebody really loved me and would protect me." "You mean he let you stay naked the whole weekend?" Larry asked me like he was surprised. "Yeah, now you gonna go run your mouth to my dad or your mom?" "Noooo. That's not what I mean. I mean knowin' how your dad is, I'm surprised he didn't get mad with you." "Far as I know, he doesn't know and I don't plan on tellin' him. Actually, since you know that much, I might as well admit that I run around naked up there a lot. Uncle Ray didn't care, always said I was feelin' my masculinity and experimenting. I just like it." "Brad, I like goin' naked too. That's why I didn't like sharin' a room with you. If you knew, I thought you might rat on me and then my mom and your dad would really give me hell." "Funny thing, Uncle Ray said I needed to talk with you. He said I might find out we had something in common and could be civil. Guess he was right. We both like goin' naked. What else we got in common?" End Chapter Twenty-Three To Be Continued: comments welcome; contact Dwight Wilson at adm2780@yahoo.com