Date: Tue, 23 Jan 2007 17:23:40 -0800 (PST)
From: adm2780 <adm2780@yahoo.com>
Subject: Brad's Idol    Chapter Thirty-Three

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Chapter Thirty-Three: Brad's Idol

I woke up Saturday morning, alone.  Somebody had tucked me in like I was in
a cocoon.  Uncle Ray wasn't to be seen, of course you couldn't see much
through a half-open door.  I had to look at the door and think, because he
never closed it like that.  Then I smelled the coffee and heard the
television.  Rolling out of bed, I staggered to the bathroom and then
headed to the living room.

"Good morning, sleepyhead," he greeted me, "How's my boy this morning?"

"Still asleep," I whimpered in response. "You left me alone again."

"I left you to sleep.  You never knew I got up, so I just tucked you in.
Your body was trying to tell you something."

Rolling onto the sofa, I kind of half-curled up in his lap.  He rubbed my
back gently to let me wake up.  Then he started pulling his fingers through
my hair.

"Don't," I was still whimpering, "You'll just make me go back to sleep."

"If you're that tired, maybe you need to go back to sleep, or maybe bed."

"Noooooo."

"Well, how about if you go get a quick shower and clean up?  While you do
that, I'll start some breakfast.  How's that?"

"You need to take me to the shower."

"I need to do what?"

"Aren't you going to shower, too?"

"Kiddo, I already have; shaved and made coffee, too.  No, you make your way
to the shower.  It'll wake you up and you don't need to smell like dried
man juice.  Now, get up and go."

He gave me a push, rolling me off his lap.  If I hadn't let my legs fall,
I'd have landed flat on my face.  As it was, I landed on my knees.  When I
looked up at him he just pointed in the direction of the bathroom.  He was
right though, I had man juice dried on me.  Ben and Larry didn't need to
see or smell that; there'd be no peace after that if they did.

After the shower I joined Uncle Ray in the kitchen.  He'd already poured me
some OJ.  He was making pancakes.  I put bacon on the plate and cooked it
in the microwave.  I used to help by putting the bacon in a frying pan and
putting it on the stove.  That first time, I learned not to cook greasy
food in a frying pan when you're naked.  It hurts.

He cooked a stack of pancakes and I asked him if he wanted me to get the
other two up.  He said to let them sleep.  That was fine by me since it
would give us some quiet time.  After we ate and put our dishes away, he
got himself another cup of coffee and headed to the living room.  I headed
to the bathroom again, but this time I didn't have to pee.  I'd drizzled
syrup down my front and looked like I'd been drooling.

When I got to the living room I climbed up in his lap, facing him.  I gave
him a hug and a peck on his neck then leaned against him.  He held me
rubbing my back some and suggested I go back to bed.  I told him I wasn't
sleepy.  I just wanted to enjoy him holding me and asked if I could just
sit there and lay my head on his shoulder.  We stayed like that for a few
minutes until the other two came out and joined us.  Uncle Ray said I
should have seen the look on Ben's face when he walked into the living
room.  He said Ben's expression said he couldn't figure out if we were
doing something or if I was just sitting there.  Although he was naked,
too, Ben wasn't accustomed to the freedom we had with Uncle Ray and he
didn't know if he should stop, run, or ^Å...

"Good morning, Ben.  Ready for breakfast?"  Uncle Ray asked.

"Well ^Å. I, uhhhh ^Å^Å"

"It's alright, he's just resting.  We've eaten.  There's pancakes and bacon
on the stove for you and Larry.  OJ and milk in the 'fridge.  Help
yourselves, but we eat at the table."

While Ben and Uncle Ray talked, I turned and looked.  I wasn't really
looking at anything or even listening.  While they talked, Larry came out.
He was till anked, too; good luck getting clothes on that one, he's worse
than me When he saw me he just smiled; he knew Uncle Ray and I were close
and wasn't surprised to find me in his lap like that.  I smiled when he
walked up behind Ben, leaned against him and put a hand on his shoulder.
Think there's a message there?

When Ben and Larry headed to the kitchen, I whispered to Uncle Ray.  "You
see Ben?  That boy is hung!  I do mean hung!"

"Brad?!," Uncle Ray said in mock astonishment. "I didn't think you noticed
things like that."

"Who could miss that?  Can you imagine Larry wantin' that thing up his
butt?  Larry said it made him feel full; now I know why."

"Jealous?" Uncle Ray asked me.

"No!  Why should I be?"

"Most boys your age look at other boys.  They want to know if they're at
least as big as the other boys.  How does yours shape up?"

"I seen boys in gym.  I'm 'bout the same size as them.  Some a little
bigger, some littler.  But Ben, he's a lot bigger.  Larry says his brothers
are just like 'im, big and hung.  Larry says they got big, I mean BIG,
balls, too."

"Sounds like a gay boy's dream come true."  Uncle Ray said.

"Yeah, that's pro'bly why Larry likes 'em so much."  Then he popped me on
the butt.  It wasn't a hard pop, just one of those 'behave' pops.

"Ow! Why'd you do that?"

"For not bein' very nice." he said.  Then he picked me up with one hand
under my arm and the other went straight to my crotch.  He squeezed my
package and threw me over his shoulder.  Carrying me like this, I was
hollering and laughing for him to put me down.

"Hey guys," he called out to Ben and Larry, "anybody want to paddle a naked
boy's butt?"

"NO! Uncle Ray," I cried between gasping for air while I laughed, drooling
down his back, "They'll do it."

POP!  Somebody popped me on the butt.

"Hey! Stop it!" I said, "I'm gonna kick somebody's ass.  Lemme down."  I
struggled but he held on.

"Easy now, Brad," he told me, "I started it and you'll survive."

He wrapped an arm around my chest and grabbed between my legs again and
laid me on the table.  He held me there with one hand on my chest and made
sure he had a good grip on my package.  He kept squeezing and letting go
while I hollered it hurt and for him to let me go; well, at least the best
I could holler between laughing and trying to protect my balls.  I knew
there was no way I was getting up from this until he had his fun.  However,
like any respectable kid, I made sure I put on a good show for the other
two; can't have them thinking I'm a wimp.

"Seems to me you can't figure out if this hurts or tickles, you're laughing
so hard."  He was right, I was laughing so hard now that I started drooling
on myself.  "Now, let me see if I have this right.  You wanted me to put
you down so you could do what, now?"  While he took his time asking me this
he made sure to squeeze my package even more.  He was letting me know who
was really in control of this situation.

"Noooo, Uncle Ray, don't squeeze so hard," I cried out while giggling, only
as an eight year old would, and that was bad considering I was twelve.  "I
said I was gonna kick somebody's ass for poppin' my butt so hard."

"You're gonna do what?' he asked again and squeezed.

"Uncle Ray, have mercy.  You're crushin' my balls.  Stoooop."

"You're gonna do what?"

"I said I was gonna kick some ass."  He squeezed again, "Owwwww, dooooon't,
pleeeaaasse, my balls.  How about, I was gonna go pee?"  I was laughing so
hard it hurt at this point.  He finally took his hand off my chest and I
tried to roll away, but he held me there.  I did manage to pull my legs up
for some relief.  He was having a good time and the other two thought this
was a riot.

"Try again.  You're gonna do what?" he kept asking.

"I'll pee in your hand."  I threatened.  This earned me another good
squeeze.

"Owww, Uncle Ray, have mercy.  How about, I'll be nice to them other two?"
I'd go for anything to keep him from crushing the twins.

"Boys," he looked to Ben and Larry, "Do you know what it sounds like when
you crush two peanuts together in your hand?"  They nodded and looked real
excited.  "What do you think it'd sound like if I crushed his little nuts
right now?"

"Noooooo, Uncle Ray!"  I pleaded while slobbering all over myself.  Thing
is, I couldn't stop laughing either.  "Don't ask them that.  And you two,
don't say anything; he'll do it!"

Of course, I knew Uncle Ray wouldn't crack my nuts together; he wouldn't
hurt me.  I just didn't see any sense in taking the chance.  "Don't Uncle
Ray, I swear, I'll be good."

"What did you say?  Not sure I heard that one."

"I said please, double purty please, don't crack my nuts.  I'll be real
good.  I'll even be perfect, I swear."

"You wouldn't be tryin' to con ol' Uncle Ray, now, would you?"

"No, I swear.  I'll be good, I promise."  With him clamping down on my
balls and the way my sides hurt by now, I would have promised almost
anything.

With that, he let go of my package and sat me up.  I wrapped my arms around
him and held on.  He was playing and I knew it.  Actually, it was his way
of letting me know I over reacted to one of the other boys popping me on
the butt.  It only took a couple of minutes for me to get my breath and
slow down.

"Uncle Ray," I complained, "That wasn't fair."  I tried pushing the lower
lip out some.

"Maybe not," he replied with absolutely no sympathy, "But Ben, Larry and I
had a good time; didn't we boys?  Right now, young fella, I'd say you
drooled on yourself from laughing so hard, you might consider getting in
the shower and cleaning up."

"Okay guys," Uncle Ray got serious now while he continued to hold me
close. "Enjoy the morning.  I'd planned on goin' to the beach or somewhere
like that, but the weather isn't cooperating.  So, we'll go someplace for
lunch and then I think we'll hit the MOSH."

"What's MOSH?"  I asked.

"Museum of Science and History.  Don't worry, I think you'll find it's a
hands-on experience and you'll enjoy it.  Besides, a little culture
wouldn't hurt any of you.  By the way, for this excursion you will be
expected to wear clothes."

I just rolled my eyes.  Ben and Larry looked at me, trying to figure out if
Uncle Ray really thought they would go out without clothes.  I told them
that if they knew some of the stunts I'd pulled, they'd know that he'd
learned not to assume.  Uncle Ray lifted me off the table and pretty much
pushed me in the direction of the bathroom.  Guess it was shower time.

Three naked boys played Pac-Man and horsed around only as boys can do.  We
could've played strip Pac-Man but none of us had anything to strip off.
When Uncle Ray said it was time, we dressed and headed out for lunch.  He
didn't ask where we wanted to go and I remembered him sayin' we were fixin'
lunch ourselves.  When I asked where we were headed, he just said it was a
place that I'd never been but we should like it.

Lunch was at a place called Tom and Betty's.  It was a sandwich shop on the
way downtown.  The name may not sound like it was a cool place, but don't
let the name fool you.  Inside, the walls were covered in NASCAR posters,
pictures of old Daytona races, and sales pictures from magazines of cars
from the fifties and sixties.  A lot of this stuff was even older than
Uncle Ray.  The most prominent thing on the walls was the hubcaps.  Some
came from cars we never heard of before.  Ben, Larry and I just sat there
pointin' at all the different pictures and caps.  Uncle Ray ordered.

We didn't get a sandwich for each of us.  Uncle Ray ordered a sampler
platter of three different sandwiches.  We wondered how he planned on
satisfying four big appetites with three sandwiches.  The answer came with
the sandwiches - they were huge.  We had a Thunderbird, an Eldorado, and a
Clipper.  Uncle Ray said the last one was named for a Packard.  Ben and
Larry never heard of a Packard.  I'd seen them at the auctions we went to
sometimes.  While we ate we ask questions about cars we'd never heard of
before.  They had pictures and caps from cars named Kaiser, Nash,
Metropolitan, Tucker, and a bunch of others.  We boys got so caught up in
all this that Uncle Ray had to tell us to eat before the manager started
charging rent on the booth.

MOSH?  Well, all I can say is, how many kids do you know that think going
to a museum is exciting?  It's more like a school field trip thing, and
it's only exciting then because you get out of class.  We found out that
MOSH used to be called The Children's Museum.  It was designed and built
for kids.  This place had exhibits on fire, whales, dinosaurs, and even an
old Civil War boat that was sunk in the nearby river.  The exhibits weren't
just 'stand there and look', most were kid friendly so you could push
buttons and make parts light up or move.  They also had a show on
electricity where they took kids out of the audience to help with
demonstrations or experiments.  Of course, Uncle Ray pushed all three of us
onto the stage.  Larry was so nervous I thought he was going to pee in his
pants.

I was at the whale exhibit pushing buttons and looking at all the parts
when Ben walked up.  "Brad, can I ask ya somethin'?"  I just nodded and
kept doing what I was doing.  "You and Ray fool around any?  Do you let him
fuck ya?"

Talk about being blind sided and stunned.  I was in shock and ready to
panic.  Trying to think fast and stay cool wasn't easy.  "Why'd you ask me
somethin' like that?" I asked, trying not to sound ready to freak out.

"Larry said you told him you and Ray sleep together naked.  Then this
mornin' when I saw ya naked and sittin' in his lap, well, I just thought
that maybe the two of ya was doin' somethin'."  Larry walked up while we
talked and just stood there.  "I was just curious, that's all."

I was getting mad and wasn't sure who I wanted to be mad at.  "First, his
name is Uncle Ray, not just Ray.  Second, I been comin' to him for a long
time.  He's more special and better to me than I can tell ya.  Another
thing," the more I talked the madder I was getting, "nobody causes trouble
for him.  Larry had no business tellin' you anything about Uncle Ray and
me.  He went to a lotta trouble to set this weekend up for you two, and
there's no way in hell I'm gonna sit around and watch somebody try to fuck
him up.  You understand what I'm sayin'?"

"Brad, slow down." Ben was backin' up as I got closer to his face. "I
didn't mean nothin', I swear.  You know, I just thought, well, maybe, you
know most adults wouldn't let us do things like he does."

"Ben, when you go home sometimes, you ever feel like you just want somebody
to hold you.  I mean hold you just to hold you, no other reason?"

"Yeah, my mom does it sometimes.  She kinda seems to know when.  When I
want to be with my dad, well ^Å. he says it's sissy and won't let me sit
with him."

"That's what Uncle Ray does for me.  This mornin', when you walked in and
saw me in his lap, that was just me wantin' to be comfortable.  Most adults
aren't like him.  I can tell him anything and not be afraid.  He isn't
afraid to hold me and let me know he loves me.  Hell, nobody at home does
that for me.  Not for Larry neither."

"Brad, you don't understand," Larry interrupted, and I just looked at him,
waiting. "Ben and me don't want to cause no trouble for Uncle Ray.  Well,
we was just wonderin', you know, that, maybe, if he'd do somethin' with
you, then maybe he might do somethin' with us?"

These two had to be kidding. "Do you guys have any idea what you're
sayin'?"

"Brad, it's like this," Ben answered, "You know me and Larry been foolin'
around for a while and Larry told me that he told you my brothers fooled
around with us, too.  We don't mean nothin' bad.  We're just curious and
Larry said that you said you could talk to Uncle Ray and not be afraid.
There's no way, and I mean NO WAY, in hell that I could talk to anybody at
home.  My brothers, they been fuckin' me for over a year.  I ask 'em
somethin' and they just poke fun at me.  They think instead of tellin' me,
they gotta show me; that's how my cherry got popped."

I couldn't say anything to him.  Just listening to him talk I started
getting a boner.  Being with his brothers sounded exciting and scary at the
same time.  I still didn't know what they really wanted, though.  "Ben,
what is it you and Larry really want?"

"Well, it's not Larry as much as me," I already told ya my brothers've been
doin' me.  It's not so much fun with them.  They think that just 'cause
they get horny it's okay to put me on my back and load my butt with their
juice.  I come in from school; they're there and will sometimes grab me and
strip my clothes.  When I holler and fight 'em they think I'm playin.  My
biggest brother just sticks in some lube, a couple fingers, and then sticks
me.  It's kinda like wham, bam here it comes.  Both of 'em are like that
most of the time.

You and Uncle Ray got somethin' special between ya, anybody can see that.
I thought that maybe if he was fuckin' you he'd do it right.  I just wanted
somebody to do me nice so's I could enjoy it, too.  Know what I mean?  With
themit's just sex and a way to get their nut; they don't what I get, if
anythin'..  They do me 'cause I'm the youngest."

"Ben, Uncle Ray doesn't fuck me, but I know what you're sayin'.  He is nice
to me.  I can sit in his lap and melt into him.  I don't know if I can make
you understand how good that feels.  He'll hold me and I know I don't have
ta worry about nothin'.  When we talked 'bout Larry a couple times he told
me that lettin' somebody fuck you doesn't mean they love you.  If somebody
loves you don't mean you got to let them fuck you neither.  That sounds
kinda funny, but I thought about it and understood what he was sayin' to
me."

We stood there a minute.  On of us really poured a bucket of cold water on
our outing.  If it was me, I didn't mean to.  Maybe I did it when I started
getting' mad when I thought they might hurt Uncle Ray.  Anyway, Uncle Ray
did find us and said it was getting late in the afternoon.  He suggested we
might stop at the video store on the way home.  We had about fifteen
minutes to look in the store if we wanted.  Ben and Larry took off, but
Uncle Ray grabbed my shoulder and turned me around.

"Hey kiddo," he began, "I wasn't eavesdropping, but I did hear part of the
conversation between you and the other boys." I looked at him not knowing
what to expect. "You did good, kiddo; real good."  He smiled when he said
it and I knew he meant it.  He gave me a hug and I hugged him; what more
could I want?

***

As soon as we got home and out of the car, three boys started undressing.
When I walked in the back door the smell was something else.  When I asked
Uncle Ray about it he let me know real quick smells were usually not very
nice.  Shit smelled.  What I had detected was the aroma of English cut pork
ribs slow cooking.  I'd managed to get my shirttail out and shirt
unbuttoned by the time I got to the stove.  I had to take a peak.

"Well excuuuuse me!" I tried to make it sound like Steve Martin in a film I
saw on television.  When I opened the oven door I had to let go and back
off real quick.  The heat hitting my face and eyes was enough to make my
eyes water.  He just stood there with a smile on his face.  The other two
laughed.

"Fellas, stop undressing." We all turned and looked at Uncle Ray, wondering
what we did wrong to get punished. "Two things.  First, I don't think I
told you that at dinner time, when we eat at home, we all sit at the table
together to eat.  The table is set properly and you are expected to use the
proper manners.

Second, it's getting cold outside.  How about all three of you getting
three or four pieces of wood off the wood pile and bringing them in and
I'll put a fire in the fireplace.  Brad may have told you he runs out there
naked sometimes, in fact most of the time, but the neighbors don't need to
see three naked boys coming out of this house.  That could start some ugly
rumors that we don't need.  Now git.  When you get back you can get
comfortable."

Uncle Ray put a fire in the fireplace.  I played Pac-Man while Larry and
Ben played pool ^Ö I had winners.  I saw Uncle Ray walk in the doorway and
then back.  A second later Ben followed Uncle Ray.  I was curious, but knew
not to follow them, at least not immediately.

"Ben, sit down here, son, and let's talk a minute."  I could hear part of
the conversation but not enough to put it all together.  I heard enough to
know Uncle Ray was about to have a man to man as we like to say with Ben.
I did something I probably shouldn't have done, but I did it.  I moved
close to the door so I could hear.  I signaled Larry to not say anything.

"Ben, I heard part of the conversation you and Brad had today.  What I
heard was the part about what your brothers do to you.  Understand, I
didn't mean to eavesdrop, it's just that I think boys sometimes learn to
whisper in a saw mill, so, like I said, I heard part of the conversation."
Uncle Ray paused a minute.  I heard Ben take a quick breath.  "I'm sorry
your brothers treat you like that, and I hope they don't do it all the
time.  Usually, when boys do that they don't really mean any harm.  They're
just following their hormones and use you since you're the smallest,
right?"

"Yes, sir," Ben replied meekly, and that was unusual for Ben. "I know they
love me and would protect me if somebody biggerin' me picked on me.  It's
just, well, I don't like feelin' like I'm their private toy.  Are you mad
at me for what I asked Brad?  Am I gonna get sent home?"

"No, Ben, I'm not mad and no one's going home unless they want to."  I
peaked around the corner and could see Ben sitting on the coffee table
facing Uncle Ray.  Uncle Ray was bent over with his hands on Ben's thighs.
It was easy to see that Ben was nervous.  "I have two concerns here.  One
is that you not feel bad about yourself.  I hope you'll let your brothers
know how you feel and things can change some.  The other thing is that I
want you to think about how you feel and why.  When you do, promise
yourself, and me, that you won't treat Larry like your brothers treat you."

Uncle Ray saw me standing in the door watching.  His look told me I
shouldn't be there.

"I like Larry.  I can't say I love him like my brother or somethin'.  I can
say he's special, but I don't know how to describe it."  You could hear the
nerves in Ben's voice.  "I know you figured out we play around, but I don't
hurt him, and I wouldn't deliberately.  He don't hurt me neither.  We play
and it's not like with my brothers.  With Larry I don't have ta be scared.
Did Brad tell you what else I said?"

"Ben, Brad didn't tell me anything, he wouldn't betray that confidence.  At
least, I hope I've taught him enough to know not to do that."

"Well, I'll tell ya.  I told him 'bout my brothers and just bein' their
toy.  Before that I told him I was wonderin' if you'd do me.  I told him I
could see you two had somethin' special and I wanted to feel like part of
somethin' special.  I thought maybe if you was fuckin' him, you maybe might
do me and make me feel nice.  I wanted to feel what it's like to be treated
like somethin' special.  He said you don't fuck him."

"Ben, I don't.  Did Brad also tell you we can just be together and feel
that something special?  Brad's not a sex toy for me.  He can sit in my lap
and let me hold him like he did this morning, and it's special.  He really
likes to spoon against me and have me hold him.  That's special for us
both.  We can play around like you saw me do with him on the table this
morning; that's special time for us.  You need to let your brothers know
how you feel.  Sometimes saying 'no' is good."

I didn't hear the rest of the conversation, I'd already heard more than I
was supposed to.  Eavesdropping isn't usually good, but I was glad I did.
This time it made me think of why I thought Uncle Ray was special.  A few
minutes later Ben came out.  When he walked up to me he looked like what I
could only say was comfortable.  He wasn't sullen, but he wasn't excited or
nervous either.  Ben had just learned part of why Uncle Ray was special.
He walked up to me and just looked at me for a moment before telling me I
was lucky.  I waited a moment before just nodding to him.  Sometimes guys
don't have to say anything, a look can it all.  Then I offered him a pool
cue.

After dinner, Ben, Larry and I did most of the clean up.  Uncle Ray took
care of the real nasty stuff which consisted of rolling up the foil he had
in the baking pan.  Somehow the subject of showers came up with me and the
other two showering together.  I saw Uncle Ray looking at us, but he didn't
say anything.  Next thing I heard was the shower going.  When he came out I
looked at him.  He told me he heard us planning on showering together and
decided he'd take his before the hot water was gone.  When I gave him a
questioning look, wondering why he didn't wait on me, he stepped up and put
a hand under my chin, bent over and told me to go play with my friends.
I'd know where to find him.

We'll forget about the mess three boys, eleven and twelve, can make in a
bathroom.  We used extra towels trying to dry the floor.  Big deal, now we
had a big load of laundry.  One of the things we did to make a mess was, I
showed them how to clean out their butts.  Larry loved this and insisted on
having his done five times.  I told Ben that Larry's butt was clean enough
to enjoy now.  I left the other two, ran to the bedroom for a blanket and
grabbed a toy out of the drawer.

Uncle Ray was sitting on the sofa enjoying the fire in the fireplace.  I
climbed up facing him with the blanket wrapped around me.  He just put an
arm around me and rubbed his hand up and down my back while he finished
reading an article in the paper.  When I started squirming he looked to see
what I had.

"I don't' believe you, kid.  You want to play with that thing with the
other two here?"

"Why not?  I don't have to share this with them, do I?  Besides, I'll be
under the blanket; they won't know."

I laid the control on his stomach, looked at him and smiled.  He hesitated
a moment and then took the plug and stuck it in me.  When he turned it on I
just lay against him and held on.  When the other two came in he asked Ben
to put the video in and I turned around, but I stayed under the blanket.
While we watched Indiana Jones, he kept changing the speed on the thing.
He knew he was driving me nuts and had a good time doing it. To me, there
was something exciting about doing this in front of the other two.

Ben and Larry gave me funny looks once in a while.  Uncle Ray just smiled.
I don't know if I was moaning, squirming or what caused them to get so
curious, but they figured out that something was going on.  Without
warning, Uncle Ray tossed the blanket off.  I tried to grab it, but he
stopped me.  Ben and Larry really got an eyeful then, especially with me
sporting full wood and a wire coming out of my butt.  When the laughing
slowed, they asked what the wire was for.  Uncle Ray just flipped me on my
back and raised a leg to give them a full view.

"Hey! Don't!  Uncle Ray, you're embarrassing me.  Stop!"  The way I said it
I wasn't laughing, I was closer to being pissed off.  "They don't need to
see my butt with a plug in it."

"You know, kid, you're right.  Let's pull out the plug and show 'em your
butt without the plug."  He reached down for the plug, and before I could
stop him he pulled it out.  Then he flipped me over and lifted my leg
again, showing them my butt hole without the plug.

"Uncle Ray, stop!  They got no business seein' my butt hole."  The other
two were laughing like they'd just seen the funniest thing on earth.  The
more they laughed the more pissed off I was getting.

When I tried to get up he held on to me and wouldn't let go.  He leaned
over and told me to settle down; told me I was acting like a brat.

"Why do you want to act pissed off?  Ben and Larry just discovered you're a
normal kid that gets horny and wants to play, too.  My heavens, the world
must be coming to an end.  You really think they didn't know you liked to
fool around, you and Larry do it, right?  Don't think of your friends as
being stupid.  You run around here naked, you've already told Larry things.
They are capable of figuring out that I let you fool around some.  Seems to
me there's a double standard going on here.  It's alright for you to know
about them but they can't know about you.  Isn't that a little
hypocritical?"

"You didn't have to show 'em like that."

"How would you like for me to show them?  If I had just said for you to
tell them and admiti t, would you?."

"Noooo.  But you didn't have to flip me over and raise my leg that way.
That's embarrassing."

"Well, I'll apologize if I embarrassed you.  I thought since you ran around
here naked all the time showin' it all off, it really wouldn't matter."  He
gave me a hug when he said this.  He really wasn't apologizing and I knew
it; he was makin' fun of me still.  I tried to get up again and he wouldn't
let me.  When I looked at him he ruined my whole pissed off mood.

"You can't get up.  They might see me with a hard-on and I'd get
embarrassed."  He said it loud enough that everybody knew he was sportin'
one.

Soon as he said that I couldn't help but laugh.  Of course, I made sure I
did get up so the other two could see his hard-on.  He knew it and just let
me go.  After that Larry really got going.

"Hey, Brad, can I try that thing?"

Ben stuck the plug in Larry and turned it on high.  You should have seen
Larry smile.  Let's just say that he entered his own little world of
pleasure.

When we went to bed that night I'm sure Ben gave Larry somethin' else to be
happy about.  Uncle Ray made up for embarrassing me.  It took a long time,
or maybe I should say, he took his time, but it sure made my evening nice.
His finger in the right spot did more than any plug ever could.

That reminded me that I needed to talk to Ben.

End Chapter Thirty-Three

To Be Continued; comments welcome, contact Dwight Wilson at
adm2780@yahoo.com