Date: Mon, 18 Dec 2006 15:40:09 -0800 (PST) From: adm2780 Subject: Brad's Idol Ch Twenty-Eight 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. NOTE: Special thanks to Greg Bruce for his time and efforts proof reading and editing the chapters. Greg's assistance contributes substantially to a more pleasant reading of the story. I am receiving emails requesting the name of other stories I have posted. Simultaneously with this story I am posting New Horizons posted under Gay Male/Authoritarian. The category is misleading since the theme of the story is anti-authoritarian. It is not typical of the genre. Chapter Twenty-Eight: Brad's Idol I was half awake and half somewhere else when I felt him move. My head was buried under his arm with my left leg and arm on top of him. It was too early and I was too tired. "Uncle Ray, I don't wanna get up. I'm tired." "Then stay where you are and get some rest." He answered as I felt him slip from under me and out of bed. "I'll be in the living room with my coffee and paper. Get up when you're ready." He got up. I remember the covers were pulled over my shoulders as he tucked me in and I was out. When I woke again I looked at the clock and it was already 9:30. I couldn't remember the last time I slept that late on a weekend. Staggering out of bed I made my way to the living room. He was there reading the paper and the ever present cup of coffee was on the table. He dropped the paper as I approached. "Whoa, kid. Don't walk around the china cabinet, you'll be like the proverbial bull." "What are you talkin' about? I'm no bull." I answered, having no idea what he was talking about. "Never mind, come here." He wrapped his arms around my shoulders as I lay my head on his. "I don't think you're awake, yet. Don't you think you should go back to bed?" "No." I whined. "Well, do this. Go take care of your morning necessities and get a shower, it'll help wake you. While you do that I'll start putting some breakfast together. Can you handle that?" "Yeah, the breakfast I can." I could always handle food. "You may need to help with the rest." "I don't think so. You're spoiled enough. Now, git." he answered. "Omelets?" "Cheese and bacon omelets." he answered as I staggered off. I came back awake and ready to eat. Waking up has this way of making me hungry and the omelets smelled good. When I walked into the kitchen he just stood there looking at me. "What?" I asked. "Ever think about touching the towel? You're still dripping." "I used the towel. I wiped off, I just didn't completely dry off." I said. "Gee, never would have guessed." was his smart response. "You worry too much. I'll drip dry." I said. He tried to pop me in the butt with a dish towel, but I was too fast. I grabbed my plate and took off. While we ate breakfast I asked what the plans were for the day. I knew we had to get a shirt for me to wear to dinner that night, but that wouldn't take all day. He told me this morning I had to do book keeping. The bank collected the monthly payments on the lot I sold. I had to use those payment receipts to construct an amortization schedule reflecting how much of the payment was interest and how much went to principal. The next step was for him to show me how to compute how much of the payment was charged off as cost and how much had to be reported as profit and taxable income. There weren't too many twelve years olds around that could do this. When I thought about it, I doubt there were very many twelve year olds that would care. I liked it for two reasons. First, it was my money. Second, Uncle Ray did it all the time and I liked doing whatever he did. "After the books are done, what then?" I asked. "You have a 1:00 PM appointment, remember?" he answered. I just looked at him and shrugged my shoulders. No one ever said anything to me about an appointment. "What for and with who? No one told me." "Do you remember Tom?" he asked. "Yeah, he's your dentist friend that took out some of my teeth. My teeth are okay, they don't hurt." I insisted. "Well, they may not hurt, but there's two things to be done. First is for Tom to check your teeth and make sure they are alright and that we avoided the braces. Second, your teeth need to be cleaned. By the way, the appointment is non-negotiable." he said. "Okay, okay, I won't fuss. When we go shopping for a shirt for tonight, I need some more jogging shorts. The others are too small so I thought I'd give 'em to Larry." "Has your dad or Kathy seen what you did to those shorts?" he asked. "Yeah. Larry and I wore 'em one day after we cut the yard. We was goin' out on our bikes to explore the neighborhood. Kathy saw us wearin' 'em and told us not to catch cold." He started laughing. "What's so funny?" "Do you know what she meant by that?" "No, not really, but I didn't ask either. What'd she mean?" "She was letting you know in a very nice way that you wee showing a lot of skin. My guess is she was referring to your butt since it was the seat you cut out of the things. If she didn't tell you to change and your dad didn't say anything, I wouldn't worry about it. You're lucky she didn't say something about how white your little butt isn't." "They show more than just a lot of butt on me now." I told him. "Uncle Ray, I've grown a lot and you hadn't said a thing about it. The shorts actually drop pretty low on me now. If I had pubes they'd probably show. But Larry can wear 'em." "Kid, I knew you had grown, and grown quite a bit. When you stick your little toy in my mouth, I can tell there's more there - it goes back farther. The family jewels seem to have kept up too." He responded as he walked up behind me and put his hands on my shoulders. "If the shorts drop so low they'd show pubes, I guess we better get a couple pairs. Wouldn't want you running around the neighborhood displaying everything you should be saving for private showing." He patted me on the shoulder and headed for the kitchen - more coffee. As he walked away he asked, "Do you remember the formula for computing the interest and principal split?" "Yeah," I called back. "It's principal multiplied by interest rate divided by twelve. I have to use the principal balance after each monthly payment." "Good boy." He said. "Let me know when you're finished." Then he sat back down with his coffee and paper, leaving me on my own. The books took only a few minutes to finish. After all, I just sold the lot this past summer so the people only made four payments. When I finished I headed to the living room to join him. He was still reading the paper so, rather than crawl in his lap like I usually did, I sat next to him and leaned into his side. He put an arm around my shoulders, pulled me in close and used two fingers to scratch the side of my hip. Soon, I put a pillow in his lap and lay down with my legs curled up. There was a game show on television and this was comfortable, especially when he started rubbing my back. *** The visit to the dentist's office wasn't nearly as bad as I thought it would be. Pulling the old teeth had the desired effect of letting me skip braces. The dentist even said I took good care of 'em. The part I didn't know anything about and discovered I really didn't care for was the cleaning. Scraping my teeth with that metal pick didn't feel good and sounded horrible. I survived. We stopped at the food court in the mall for a quick lunch. Uncle Ray wanted to keep it light since it was late for lunch and we were headed out with Aunt Charlotte. We hit the department store where we found some shirts and the jogging shorts. Uncle Ray made me try the shirt on before he bought it; said it was 'cause I was growing so much. I had to try the sorts on, too. Boys do not like trying clothes on in the store. Get what looks like the right size and we'll live with it. I tried arguing, but as I said, I tried them on. As soon as we got home I changed to my birthday suit and went searching for scissors or a razor blade. I made quick work of the butt portion of the built-in support. When I put them on to show Uncle Ray he just smiled and shook his head. He told me they didn't cover a whole lot so I might want to think twice before splitting them up the side. I took his hint and left that part alone. We still had a couple of hours before meeting Aunt Charlotte so I decided to lay across his lap and relax. He had taken his shirt off but left his pants on. He said he was wearing those tonight, so he left them on. I still had the jogging shorts on when I lay across his lap and used his arm as a pillow. He began to gently rub my back. I loved it when he did this, it was so relaxing and I could forget there was a world outside of him and me. "Are you tired, son?" he asked softly. "A little," I mumbled in response. I lay in his lap while he rubbed my back. He was watching one of those crazy afternoon talk shows where people come on television and tell the world about the family's dirty laundry. Uncle Ray said the people were after their fifteen minutes of fame, but actually got fifteen minutes of shame. The feeling of his palm caressing my skin was so relaxing. He gently rubbed me from shoulder to toe. Once in a while he's put his hand on my head and pull his fingers through my hair. I felt his warm palm caress my butt cheeks. He slipped his hand below the flap that made the back of the shorts to scratch my butt. This always helped me relax. The next thing I remembered was him rolling me over. "Good morning, again, sleepy head." He said this while I was trying to figure out where I was. While he rubbed me I had fallen asleep. "You've been sleeping for over an hour. It's time to get up and get ready for dinner." "I'm still sleepy, I don't wanna get up." I complained. "I know," he said, "but we have a dinner date tonight, remember? I think a quick shower will help you wake up. I need one too, so let's go kiddo." I wrapped my arms around his neck and laid my head on his shoulder. "Carry me." "Any one ever tell you your no light weight any more?" he asked. "Yeah, but your strong and I'm not awake yet." I answered. I was ready to be overly pampered. He carried me into the bedroom and plopped me, not set me, down on the bed. As I bounced he bent over and started giving me raspberries on my belly. He knew they tickled and I'd start giggling; I didn't let him down. He did it so much I was practically screaming. During this little melee he managed to get my shorts off. Then he told me to get up and head to the shower, he'd be there in a minute. When I got up he gave me a love swat hard enough to sting as I took off. I knew he would do it and tried to move away from him, but I wasn't fast enough. Dinner was at a nice restaurant on the river. Aunt Charlotte commented about the new shirt and I was wearing the ruby necklace from Cherokee. The usual chitchat went around about the new school, any new friends, how do you like it down there; you know, the usual BS. Of course, I was polite; that, or face Uncle Ray's wrath. Uncle Ray let me have the lobster tail and salad for dinner, which helped get me through the small talk. Then, she asked me to go to the beach with her on Saturday. She asked Uncle Ray, too, but he later told me he thought he was an after thought. Aunt Charlotte really wanted time with me. When dinner was over I was ready for some dessert. A big sundae or something along those lines sounded good to me. When the waiter came around with the desert menus Uncle Ray declined. I gave him a poutty look and he shook his head. Something was up. Then he let me know Aunt Charlotte had a surprise treat for us. Aunt Charlotte made reservations for us on a paddle-wheel boat that runs tours up and down the river every night. We had reservations for a table on the upper deck. This was the late tour. On the early tour, dinner was served. On the late tour it's dessert only. The desserts were setup on a buffet. I tried four of them. I had no idea what they were, but they looked and tasted good. Uncle Ray and Aunt Charlotte enjoyed theirs with coffee; Uncle Ray let me have decaf coffee. After the eating part they were happy to sit there, sip coffee and talk; I went exploring. The boat was built t look like the ones you saw in westerns. The boats they always named the Dixie Belle or Mississippi Queen. I don't know if the paddle wheel actually made it move, but it sure looked neat. The deck sat so close to the water I was sure they didn't take this thing out in choppy waters, it'd sink. On the second deck I walked into an area marked "crew only". If they stopped me what could they do, throw me off? Anyway, the gentleman did see me and was nice, he let me look in the 'wheel house'. They actually steered this thing with a wheel like you saw in the old movies. *** There were two messages on Uncle Ray's answering machine about my lot. It was already 9:30, he said it was too late to call people; we'd do it in the morning. We both got a quick rinse off type shower and settled in on the sofa watching an old John Wayne movie. He laid on his side with me spooned up against him as close as I could get. I put my head on his shoulder and he wrapped an arm over my chest. With the lights out this was quiet and peaceful; it was secure, too. "Uncle Ray, if somebody wants to see the lot, how are we supposed to show it and go to the beach with Aunt Charlotte?" "I wouldn't worry about the beach too much. A front is supposed to come through and bring rain starting early tomorrow afternoon and going into Sunday." He answered. "Charlotte won't go to the beach in bad weather." "But, if it's supposed to rain, how am I supposed to show the lot?" I asked. "Don't worry." He said, "Showing it while it's raining is good, people can see how well it drains. Besides, you won't melt if you get wet. Promise." We lay there watching the movie which I really didn't care a whole lot about. These old movies didn't have nearly as much action in them as the new ones. I did care about laying in his arms and feeling his warmth. I kept squirming and he kept telling me to be still. To calm me he'd start rubbing my chest and stomach, staying away from the sensitive areas. I could feel him behind me and finally worked my top leg in between his. It wasn't long before I started teasing him. I put forth a reasonable effort at trying to be good. The problem was, it wasn't quite enough effort. Before long I felt his hand get a good grip and hold me close as he rolled onto his back. He pinned my legs down with his legs and pinned my arms down with his arms. Then he put his thumbs in my ribs and started tickling me. I screamed loud enough for them to here me two blocks away and begged him to stop. He knew I really didn't want him to stop and kept going. It wasn't long before I was laughing so hard I was drooling like a baby and had tears running down my cheeks. When he thought I had enough, he flipped me over and wrapped his arms around me to keep me down. "Let go," I said, "that wasn't fair. You pinned me down so I couldn't do anything." "And, pray tell," he answered, "just what do you think you were going to do if I didn't have you pinned down?" "I don't know," I said trying to sound mad but unable to avoid laughing more, "but I'd think of something." "Well," he said gently, "come back here and I'll put you in that same position and we'll see what you could do." "No." I answered emphatically, " you'd just start tickling me again." Then when he still held me down and thought he had me I thought of something. I grabbed his nipple and twisted, hard. "I'd twist your titty off." "Ow! Boy, that's not held on with Velcro. Easy there." He hollered hard enough I knew it actually hurt. "I'm sorry, Uncle Ray, I didn't mean for it to hurt that much." I said trying to sound sympathetic. "Here, I'll kiss it and make it better." I kissed, licked it and started sucking on it ^Ö the games had begun. "You little faker, this is what you wanted to do all along, isn't it?' he accused me. My answer was to look up without letting go of his nipple and give him my devilish grin. I worked on one side, then the other. The one that wasn't in my mouth was stimulated by my fingers. His breathing and moves told me he was enjoying this. While I did this he had a firm grip on both cheeks and was massaging them. Every few minutes he'd run his fingernails up my sides and travel down my back with his palm. When the circle closed, he reversed the move with fingernails up my back and palms down the sides. When the fingernails traveled up he put the tip of both first fingers at the edge of the crack to tease me. God, did it feel good. I pulled both legs up so I looked like a frog to give him access to the sensitive areas. Before long he told me to go get the baby oil. When I looked at him questioningly, he said for me to just trust him, I'd like it. He had me lay back on top of him, which I did. His time I lay high so I could reach his head and began working on his neck and then tongued his ear. He was always extra sensitive there and this time was no different. The deeper I tried to push my tongue and the more it traveled in circles, the more he arched his back and groaned. When I thought I'd worked him over real good I returned to the nipples. Then I felt something cold running down the crack of my butt. The feeling and the thought of where this was going got me more excited. As I felt the oil ooze its way down to my treasure, I stopped sucking and just held on for a moment. His finger entered the top of my cracked and moving in tiny circles began to spread my cheeks. Ever so slowly he was working his way to my treasure. The thought of what he would do both frightened and thrilled me. My body was covered in goose bumps, my dick was so hard I could feel it throb. His finger finally his home, I pulled my legs up his sides to give him access. Then I felt it again. THUMP----THUMP----THUMP. He did that thump thing about ten times before he stopped and started massaging my cheeks. Then the finger nails started running up my back and down my sides again. The nails made to circles before stopping at my treasure, where he did it again. THUMP---- THUMP----THUMP----THUMP----THUMP----THUMP. Again, ten times and I could feel everyone coming through my insides. This was the strangest and wildest feeling I ever had. I lay there moaning and squirming. I was under his absolute control and loved it. When the last thump landed his finger stayed there a moment, and then began moving in a tight circular motion. I could feel him pull the inside of the lip out and stroke it. God, it was sensitive. "Ohh, God, Uncle Ray-----ooooooohhhhhhh-----mmmmmmmppphhhh------shiiiiit---- yeeeeaaaah------that' so nice------do it again-------thump me-------yeeeaaah." I squirmed and whimpered all over the top of him. When he thumped me the second time I had to take a mouthful of nipple to keep from crying out. As he thumped and I clung to him ever harder. God, if he was going to take me tonight, please do it now. He kept going. After another session of thumping, again ten times, I couldn't lie still and kept reaching for something on him to hold on to. I reached down and pointed my tool to our feet and pulled his up between my legs. I was ready for him and felt like I needed him, now. I felt his hand grip me at the top of my left thigh, his other arm wrapped around me. "Time to go to bed, boy." He said. I wrapped my arms and legs around him holding on as tight as I could. While he carried me to the bedroom I worked on his neck and ears again. This is the night I'd asked for. He laid me on the bed, gently; I pulled my arms away from his shoulders. He had brought the oil with him. I saw him squirt a little more down there, and felt him begin to massage my hole some more. While he rubbed my hole, he sucked my nipples and squeezed my hard tool. I held him with two fistfuls of hair. Soon he stopped sucking and told me to push like I was taking a poop. I felt something slide in ^Ö God, did it burn. When he slipped in I arched my back; I must have been almost bent in half backwards. I pulled on his hair and started gasping for air. I don't know what ti was, I was sure it had to be a finger, but it felt like fire. He told me to take deep breaths and let them out slow. I did and the fire went away. I could feel him moving it in circles inside me, stretching my hole. Sometimes it hurt, sometimes it felt good. He was holding me when he told me to push out again. When I did he went deeper. I could feel his knuckles pressing into my cheeks. "Ohhhh gaaaahhhd-----yeeeeaaaahhh-----eeeeaaaasssyy---eeeeaaaaasssyy---oooooooo---- -ooohhhhhhh-----mmmmmpppphhh^×mmmmmmpphh---oooohhhh fuuuck----- OOOOHHHH GAAAAAHHHHDDDD!." While I lay there trying to get used to this log he jammed up my butt he did something that caused me to double up backwards and almost go flying off the bed. It didn't hurt, it felt fabulous. Then he started doing it again and again, and wouldn't stop no matter how hard I pleaded with him. "OOOOHHHHHH GGGAAAAAHHHHHDDD----OOOHHHHHH----AAAAHHHHH-- --STOOOOOOPPPP-----OOOOOOHHHHHH------MMMMMMMMPPPPHHHH!" I begged to the point I was crying. While I begged he twisted my nips and played with my dick. He had one hand behind my back supporting me when he went down and started giving me a blow job. I grabbed two fistfulls of hair and bucked into him as hard as I could. Whatever he was doing to my ass was sending me out of this world. I know I peaked out at three times and he never stopped sucking or working his magic in my butt. Finally, I was in tears and he quit. He pulled out of me gently and then sat straddling me. He bent over and kissed me on the forehead and than the cheeks. My eyes were closed. I was exhausted. Never, never, had he ever worn me out like this. I was in heaven or as close as you could get without dying ^Ö that is, if I was still alive. I was covered in sweat as he held me close and started a gentle humping. I wrapped my arms around him and tried to stay with him. He must have really been worked up because in no time he shot a huge load over both of us. When he sat up most of it was on me. He spread it around with his fingers, putting some on my lips and some on his. Then he spread some on my nips and licked them off. I was still so sensitive that when his tongue touched me I gasped and arched my back again. He put a hand in the small of my back and looked up at me, smiling. Finally, he wiped us both off with the towel and laid down next to me, pulling me in close. "Are you alright? You are one hot boy, know that?" he asked while hugging me. "Yeah." I panted, proud that he thought I was hot. "What'd you do? That was outta sight. I never felt anythin' like that. What'd you do inside me?" "That was my middle finger. Did it hurt or burn a little when I first put it in?" "A little, but you made it stop. What'd you do inside me? I thought I'd leave the bed." I spoke between trying to take deep breaths and slow down. "Take it easy. You did real good. I'm assuming you liked that, maybe we'll do it again some time." He said and laughed a little as he did. "Not tonight, Uncle Ray. I don't think I could take it. But, what did you do inside me?" "I hit your magic button. It's actually the prostate gland that forms part of the reproductive system. You can shoot a little so I knew you were developing. You know how mine always looks white when I shoot? The prostate gland produces that milky looking fluid. It's also pretty sensitive, as you just found out." I looked at his chest and saw a little cum still around his nipple. I sucked it off and gave him a big hug. "I thought you were gonna pop my cherry tonight." I said softly. "Brad, you're one hot kid. I love you boy and don't want to hurt you. You know what it felt like to have my middle finger in you. Can you imagine what it would feel like to have something the size of my dick in you?" he asked with only love and concern in his voice. "It'd probably hurt a little." I said chuckling to him. I gave him a hug and wrapped myself around him as much as I could. "Love you, Uncle Ray." He squeezed me and we fell asleep. End Ch Twenty-Eight To Be Continued; comments welcome; contact Dwight Wilson at adm2780@yahoo.com