Date: Fri, 9 Feb 2007 15:48:10 -0800 (PST) From: adm2780 Subject: Brad's Idol Chapter Thirty-Six 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 for his time and efforts proof reading and editing the chapters. Greg's assistance contributes substantially to a more enjoyable story. Chapter Thirty-Six: Brad's Idol Saturday morning I woke up with two problems. One was a desperate need to find the bathroom. The second problem was a funny tingly feeling I had. My whole body felt like it was still half asleep and I kept needing to stretch. When I stretched it sent shivers through me. I got up and headed to the bathroom and took care of the first problem. As I crawled back in bed I tried to be quiet and let Uncle Ray sleep. When I looked at him I knew what I needed to solve the second problem. I snuggled up to his side like I did when I made my nest to sleep and slung my left leg over the top of him. Then I started humping him like I used to. It wasn't long before I was sweating and panting. I panted right into his side and probably made more than my share of whimpering sounds. It felt good and I needed to do this. I wasn't sure why, but I was sure I really needed this. While I worked to get relief I suddenly felt myself being lifted. He pulled me on top of him. I lay there like I used to and reached down to make sure I was pointed up. He hooked both of his legs over mine and had a cheek in each hand. At first I humped as hard and fast as I could. He was trying to tell me something but I couldn't hear him, I was lost in what I had to do. Finally, I felt him hold me real tight. "Slow down, son, slow down. It'll be alright, I promise." He held me while he stroked my hair and ran his hands down my back. I looked up at him with tears in my eyes. "Uncle Ray, what's happenin'? I can't help it, but I don't know why. I'm scared. It hurts like it's gonna blow up." "Ssshhhhhh, it's okay. Just follow me and we'll talk later." With his legs over mine, he held them to the bed. He had a firm grip on my butt and started pushing down while I lay on him panting and whimpering. He started pushing his hips up to meet me; soon I was humping him as hard as I could, but at his pace. A couple of times I pushed myself up with my arms. After a couple of humps I lay back down on him. My head turned from one side to the other. My lashes caught on his fur and made me think I saw something move. "Uuuggghhh^Å^Åuuuggghhh^Å^Åuugghh^Å^Åuugghh^Å.uugghh^Å.uugghh^Å.ooohh^Åoo ohh^Åooohh^Åooohh^Å^Å.aaaaahhhhh^Å^Åaaaaahhhhh^Å.aaahhh^Å.aaahhh^Å.aahh^Å. aahh^Å.ooohh^Å.ooohh..oohh..oohh..oohh..AAAAAAAAAHHHHHH.." It ended. I was covered in sweat and panting like I'd run who knows how far. I could feel my heart racing and pounding like it wanted to jump out of me. I knew I'd just had an orgasm, but it had never been like that. I lay on him trying to catch my breath. He stroked my head and told me to just lie there. Soon he pulled me up so I could lay my head on his shoulder. Then he rolled me off and leaned over me, wiping me with a towel. "Feel better now?" "Yeah. Uncle Ray? It felt like my dick was gonna explode. I don't know why. I just woke up feeling funny and knew I had to get my nut, but it's never been like that." "It's okay. Look what you did. I bet that was the most you've ever squirted." "Yeah. It felt like it. Uncle Ray, it felt good. It was just scary. I felt all light headed and I saw white thingys." "Well, I think it was only scary because you didn't understand what was happening. My boy, I don't know how to tell you this, but this is only the beginning. You'll learn to recognize the feeling and how to deal with it. When you do, you'll enjoy it. Now, why don't you lie here and rest a few minutes while I go shave and shower, okay?" "Okay. I'll be there in a few." I said as he walked out of the room and closed the door behind him. "Uncle Ray?" Larry spoke, concerned, "Is Brad alright?" Ben stood with Larry. "He's fine. Brad doesn't know it but he just took another step towards being a big boy. It's going to happen to all of you sooner or later. We'll talk after breakfast. He'll be out in a minute, as soon as he rests a little. How about you boys starting some bacon for us?" Ben and Larry started breakfast. They even thought to turn Uncle Ray's coffee on. After about five minutes I got up and headed for the bathroom to see Uncle Ray. When I started to walk I felt all weak kneed, but kept going. When I came out of the room Ben and Larry turned to look at me. I didn't want to say anything right then; I didn't know what to say. They didn't give me any choice. "Brad," Larry asked with his voice sounding shaky, "Are you alright? We heard you and thought somethin' was wrong." "Yeah, I'm fine, Lar, nothin's wrong. Uncle Ray said it was normal and I'd learn to handle it and then really enjoy it. I just got kinda horny, but my dick swelled so much it hurt. He made me shoot, and I shot more'n I ever had. Uncle Ray said he wanted to talk to us after breakfast and then we'd understand." "Tell Uncle Ray we turned on his coffee." Changing subjects was Larry's way of ending the talk for now. I just said "'kay" and headed for the shower and Uncle Ray. "Uncle Ray, you should see your front. You're all messy." "Well, you did it. You feel better now?" "Yeah. You gonna tell me what happened?" "After breakfast, son. Get in here and let's get you clean." *** Uncle Ray made himself some more coffee. He was known to be a coffee drinker and his secretary once told me that when he made extra like that, he was thinking real hard or getting ready for something big. I knew what the 'something big' was, or had a good idea, and I could have used some coffee too. Ben, Larry and I were around the pool table when he came in. He set his cup on the table, ending the game, and held his hands out for me to come to him, which I did. He lifted me and set me on the edge of the table. If he'd ever tried sitting on the edge of that table he wouldn't have done that. The edges were kind of sharp, hard and they were not comfortable, but I sat there. "Okay?" "Yeah, the edge is kinda hard, that's all." "Okay, guys, let's talk for a minute. First, I want to say that someone or maybe more than just one someone made some good decisions this morning." We all looked at him, having no idea what he was talking about. "Brad was being a little vocal and you heard him. You came to check on him and saw something going on. I saw you through the partially open door." Three boys then snickered and blushed. "You backed off quietly and never said anything, not even to tease Brad. You did the right thing and showed consideration. That's good." "We didn't want you to think we were tryin' to spy on you. We just heard him and thought somethin' was wrong." Ben explained. "I understand. Again, you did good. Now, let's talk about this morning. Can one of you explain to me what happened?" Three boys quickly acquired blank looks. If anyone knew, or thought they knew, nobody was talking. "All right, nobody wants to take a chance, I understand. I'll just explain it. Would it be a good guess to say that all three of you wake up stiff every morning?" The smiles and blushing faces answered the question. "When you get up you try to hide it from everybody and run to the bathroom. You take a leak and everything goes back to normal, right?" The smiles and nods answered that question. "Well, boys, Brad has just entered a stage of puberty where that changes. Of course, I'm assuming all three of you know what puberty is." The laughs took care of that one, too; we weren't complete dummies. "For about the next, I'm going to guess forty-five or fifty years, when Brad wakes he will most likely have a morning woody. In the past you guys just stepped up to the porcelain bowl, point it down and find comfort. Suppose it's so stiff it won't point down? What do you do? The answer is to get inventive. You may have to sit on the toilet and point your head at the floor so your body bends at the right angle to aim it at the bowl." He stopped at this point because we were laughing too hard with this picture in our head of a kid laying on the bowl and trying to stand on his head. "But, Uncle Ray, this morning wasn't just me needin' to take a leak." I told him. I also turned myself around on the table; the edge wasn't comfortable. He put an arm over my shoulder and across my chest and pulled me back to him. I sat there leaning against him. It was easier to talk with him holding me like that. "Well, that's the other part. This morning, in addition to a woody because you needed to go to the bathroom, you got stiff because you were horny. The end result proved that, didn't it?" I blushed, "Yes, sir. But it's never been like that before." All three of us laughed. "You're changing, son. Just because it hasn't ever been like that before only tells me you're going through another growth period. This morning you experienced a chemical change in your body. My guess is you had a testosterone peak, the result of which was an erection so strong it hurt and you squirted more than you normally do." "What's testerone?" "Testosterone. It's a chemical that's produced in your testicles; okay, your balls. You know how when you shoot it's normally clear. That's going to change for you soon. Testosterone is produced by your body and it controls the growth of the male sex system. In short, your package is about to get a little bigger. Looks like my boy's startin' to grow up." "All right! I can handle that. Right on!" I answered enthusiastically; any kid likes the idea of a bigger package. "How long will it take to grow?" "Uhhh, it won't happen while you're watching it. For right now why don't we just say you shouldn't worry if you wake up hard to the point it hurts a little and you'll probably have trouble getting things back to normal." "Nope. Normal's gonna be to be horny. I can handle that, too." I said smiling at him. The other two were getting a kick out of this too. "Somehow, I think we're about to go down a different path now. I think I'll look at my paper and leave you three to work this out." It's best I not give any details about what the three of us talked about. We were twelve year olds on the brink of great discoveries, and we acted like twelve year olds learning big, naughty secrets. *** "Uncle Ray?" Ben walked into the living room where Uncle Ray was reading his paper and finishing off his coffee. "Can I talk to ya for a minute?" "Sure, what's on your mind, Ben?" "Well, I just wanted to tell you thanks for this morning. Nobody's ever talked to me like you did to us a while ago. If it had happened to me what Brad had happen to him, well I'd be afraid to ask my dad. I couldn't ask my brothers; they'd just make fun of me. So, anyway, I just wanted to say thanks." "Ben, you're welcome. I'm not the best, but I hope it helped you some. Tell you what, why don't you get the other two and tell them I need to see all three of you for a minute?" ''kay" Ben answered as he took off. Ben told us Uncle Ray wanted to see all three of us. Nobody knew why. We hadn't done anything, we hoped, so we went bouncing in full of energy. "Guys, I think we need to get out of the house. What do you think about spending a little time at The Cave game room? I'd try to think of something outside for you to do, but it's a little cold to stay out long." "Cool." "Oh, yeah." "Uncle Ray, are we gonna have lunch while we're out?" The three of us waited to see if this was going to work or not. "Did you get appointed to ask that question, or did ya'll draw straws?" That brought about three sheepish grins and a couple of red faces. "I got elected. We figured I had a better chance of talking you into it." I answered. "I'll make you guys a deal. I'll pop for lunch but you three get kitchen cleanup duty tonight while I sit down and relax. Fair enough?" "'kay, we can handle that." Larry said. "Lar, wait a minute. When an adult makes it this easy, there's a catch somewhere. What's the catch, Uncle Ray?" Ben stood back and was having a good time watching all this. I knew Uncle Ray well enough to know this was too easy, but I couldn't figure out why. "Wait a minute, guys. Uncle Ray, what's for supper?" "Ribs, slow cooked in the oven, with sweet potato, and broccoli with a hollandaise. There's ice cream in the freezer if you want dessert." I looked at the others and thought about this. I was willing to bet there was a catch, but I couldn't figure it out. After we nodded to one another, we made the deal. "Okay, where do you want to go for lunch?" "McDonald's," Larry piped in. "Loop de loop," I suggested and Ben nodded. "Okay, you guys can go play while I get the ribs setup. I'll let you know when it's time to get ready. Also, I may have a little surprise for you when we get back." "What is it?" Larry bit into that, hook, line and sinker. "If Uncle Ray says it's a surprise for when we get back, Larry, you don't want to get so excited. I've learned over the years. I knew he had a catch to this." We went back to the Pac-man game and waited. We could hear him in the kitchen and I knew he was putting the ribs in a broiler pan and covering them with foil. When he slow cooked ribs like this it usually took three hours or more for them to get done. Like he would say, that's what automatic ovens are for. When he was done he told us to get dressed. I was planning on wearing my warmup suit, commando style. We boys talked about it and decided we'd all go like that. Uncle Ray saw me and closed the door. "Brad, come here, son. I know you and the other boys want to do these daring little naughty things. You think they're fun; that's normal at your age. Right now though if you wear those loose pants without drawers, what's going to happen?' I just looked at him and shrugged my shoulders. "That soft material is going to be rubbing across the head of your private little toy and keep you worked up all afternoon which means you'll be erect all afternoon. Do you want everybody at the mall to see you with an erection proudly sticking out?" "No way! But, Uncle Ray, it's been doin' this to me all mornin'. I still feel kinda funny, you know, all tingly and like shivers are goin' through me sometimes. Am I always gonna feel like this?" "No, it'll go away, I promise. You need to learn to deal with it. Any idea what you think you should do?" "I feel like I wanna jack off." "Well, that's pretty much the answer sometimes. Problem with that though is if you wrap your hand around it and pump it like a jack-hammer, what happens?" I shrugged my shoulders. "If you don't have lubricant, you'll rub yourself raw and then it'll hurt from being stiff and burn from being raw." "Shit, Uncle Ray, I can't win." "Yes you can, and watch the language. Come stand over here and I'll show you how." He had me stand so he was behind me and off to the side a little. Then he showed me some real thrills. "Put your finger under the head right here; feel the little ridge there?" I nodded. "That's the magic triangle; it's the most sensitive part. Now just rub it a little." I took in a deep breath. "Oh, gaaahhhd,, ooohh , gaaahhdd." "Sensitive, isn't it? Now put the flat part of your thumb over the head and rub it lightly; this part is also called the helmet." He rubbed me first with his thumb, causing me to take a deep breath and hold on to him. "Now, just rub the thumb over the head and stroke the triangle at the same time and watch what happens." What happened of course was I started shaking with the thrills I felt. He handed me a towel and said to shoot in it so nothing got messed up. I climaxed faster than normal, but had to lean into him for support. "Now you know how to handle it when you're someplace like at school or out somewhere and have to have relief. You can do it in the stall of a bathroom without attracting attention, either standing or sitting. Now, if you want to go commando, you need to wear your jeans. If you want the warm-up suit, you need underwear. Let's go, kid." After a big lunch we headed to The Cave to play games. Uncle Ray was doing great on the pinball machine. He'd never told me he was so good on those things. I was looking around at the trophies and plaques and got a real surprise. I found a plaque with his name on it. "Uncle Ray, is that you on that plaque?" "That it is. What's wrong" Didn't think ol' Uncle Ray ever had any fun? They used to have contests at these places. Back then I think they had about five or six of these stores around town. You could come in and play; top ten scorers were entered on the team. I was on about four of them. The best we ever did though was second, but it was fun." "Damn, Brad," Ben interjected, "Your uncles full of surprises, itn't he?" The look from Uncle Ray let Ben know to watch the language. "Sorry." When we got back home we were all anxious to find out what our surprise was. He wouldn't ell us anything and we were loaded with energy and ready to go. He told us to follow him. We did, all the way to the track behind the school. His surprise was for us to burn off some of our energy by running four laps around the track. That was a mile. Some surprise. We, including Uncle Ray, did the four laps and he kept running till we got home. Everybody had a red face, was out of breath, and sweating. Sweating in the winter meant we got chilled. When we got home he trotted straight to the shower. I was right behind him with Ben and Larry not far behind. Kid's clothes were spread from the front door to the bathroom. We didn't even ask; we just climbed in with him. He finished in a hurry and said he'd get us some fresh, warm towels. I knew that meant he was putting them in the dryer. Ben and Larry hadn't experienced that yet. However, the consideration did not get Uncle Ray off the hook We had already made a vow that there would be payback for the track run. We just needed to hatch a plan. I bounced into the living room with the warm towel still wrapped around me. I jumped up on his lap and straddled him like I was accustomed to. Putting my hands around his neck I gave him a peck on the chin and told him thanks. When he asked for what, I told him, for a great week. While I kept him occupied, Ben had to get some firewood. I'd told Larry where the cuffs were that Uncle Ray used on me sometimes for play. We just needed to get everything in the living room without him knowing. "Ben and Larry are bringing in some firewood. We wanna watch some TV; there's a Rambo movie on late this afternoon." "I don't care. Go ahead." He answered. "No, Uncle Ray; you don't understand. When it's just you and me, we stretch out on the sofa. Four of us can't do that and the floor's too cold. We need to open the bed out so we can lay across it. Please?" "You guys can be a pain, too, you know it? All right, let's open it up." While we opened the sofa, Ben and Larry came in with wood. Larry had the cuffs hidden under the wood. Ben started to put wood in the coal burner unit and I told him he needed to let Uncle Ray do it because the unit was kind of tricky. While Uncle Ray took care of the fireplace, I wrapped the cuffs around a metal rod at the top of the bed frame. When he sat down on the bed he lay down between me and Ben. I told him I needed his hand. When he wanted to know why, I told him to trust me. That was his mistake. Before he knew what was happening we had him cuffed. Ben and I jumped on his legs to keep him down. I sat on his ankle with my knees on the mattress spread wide so my weight was on him. Then I leaned back for more leverage. He was strong, but I didn't think he'd be strong enough to throw me at that angle; I was right. Ben copied me and we had him. Now, we just needed to figure out how to hold him there without us having to sit on him all the time. I sent Ben into our room to get two belts. Then he went to the tool chest on the back porch and found two screws and nuts with washers. When he came back I had him wrap the belt around the bed rail and loop it through the buckle. The other end wrapped around his ankle. The first and last hole lined up just enough for me to put the screw through the hole and secure it with the washer and nut. When both legs were done, Ben and I got up. Now for the fun part. I went to our room and got a little toy he liked to use on me. When I got back Ben helped me pull his knees up as far as we could, which wasn't much. However, with some prying and pulling it was enough to find his hole. Uncle Ray got treated to the vibrating plug turned on high. While it worked I showed Larry how to use the edge of his nail and tease what Uncle Ray said was the magic triangle. He also ran it over the helmet. Ben on one side and me on the other, we started the teasing torture game. "Boys, when I get loose, you know whose butts are liable to get heated up?" "Not ours," I told him, "You said for us to go play the games that twelve year olds like to play, so here we are. Besides, we decided there had to be payback for the track run." I just stood there and smiled at him. "Ben, he's got real sensitive nips; work 'em over. Here's a little feather I got off the statue thing. Play with it in his ear." "Brad, he said he's gonna beat our butts when he gets up." "Don't worry, he won't," I told them, "I know my Uncle Ray. He really didn't even fight us that hard to get to this point. He's just lettin' us have our fun. But be careful later, he does payback, too." Ben and I worked him over real good, teasing and tickling him. When I heard him take a sharp breath I stopped to see why. Larry was licking up the side of his pole. I ignored him and kept working his neck, ears and nip. Ben took care of his side. We each did our share of bathing, licking, pinching and twisting. Uncle Ray just lay there moaning and having a good time. After a while it looked kind of like Old Faithful went off when he climaxed. We all got some of it on us, but none of us cared. We let him loose, and that was our mistake. When he sat up he grabbed me and didn't let go. He muscled me around so my head was against his stomach and he pulled my legs back so my knees almost touched my shoulders. I was trapped and didn't have a chance. I hollered the best I could between all the laughing, but he ignored me. "Ben, get that little toy our young friend here thinks is so much fun in somebody's butt." "No, Uncle Ray!" I pleaded half-heartedly, "We was just playin'. You said for us to play the games twelve year olds like to play; that's all we did." While I was pleading Ben was trying to stick the plug in me, but I clamped down. Uncle Ray pinned my arms under his legs and held both ankles up with one hand. He used the other hand to grab my balls and started squeezing. I squealed and kept saying 'no way'; he just squeezed harder. Of course, before it was over that plug was in me turned on high. Then he told the other two to have at me and do anything they wanted. I really started squealing then. They thought it was fun to give me a little spanking. It didn't hurt because Uncle Ray told them he wouldn't let them hurt me. Then they went to work on my nips, butt, package, and anywhere else they could think of until Uncle Ray said he thought I had had enough. I had, but I would have kept going because we had so much fun. He stopped it and said we had to get dinner on the table. He walked around all through dinner without cleaning his own cum off his front. After dinner, he reminded us of the deal so we had to clean up. Actually, the way he prepared it, there wasn't that much to do. He got another shower, thank goodness, and was sitting in the middle of the bed when we got finished. We didn't try to harass him any; we'd had our fun. We settled in for a quiet evening when suddenly, Ben went flying through the air. He had a look of shock, surprise, and some fear that was priceless. Uncle Ray had him. Uncle Ray put him down with Ben's head against Uncle Ray's chest. He grabbed Ben's legs and pulled him into the same position he had me in earlier. Then he told me to get the toy. You should have heard the flow of 'f' and 's' words coming out of that mouth. It's a good thing Uncle Ray was in a playing mood or that boy would have had to eat a whole bar of soap. We did to Ben what we did to Uncle Ray and they did to me. Uncle Ray didn't forget about Larry either. Since Ben and I had already gotten it Larry was watching out. When Uncle Ray started towards him, he ran ^Ö right out the back door. We could hear Uncle Ray telling him to get inside or he would turn on the flood lights so everybody could see the naked boy. Ben and I split a gut when the lights came on. We saw Larry run into the bushes next to the house to hide. He didn't know Uncle Ray went out the side door until it was too late. I turned out the light and Uncle Ray waked across the yard carrying a squealing Larry over his shoulder like sack of potatoes. Larry got the same treatment as the rest of us. The difference was we think he wanted us to stick that plug in his butt. When we did he didn't even try to resist us. Another thing about Larry, he was really ticklish. He screamed worse than a girl, laughed and squealed till he could hardly breathe. He may have complained, but he really loved the attention. That night, everybody got their turn to be the victim and have fun. It was one of the best trips I ever had with Uncle Ray. The secret was out about me and him, but I didn't worry about Ben and Larry knowing. Ben said he'd never had anybody talk to him or play like we did that weekend. He loved it and let it be known he wanted to do it again. Uncle Ray told him we'd see what could be worked out. End Chapter Thirty-Six To Be Continued; comments welcome, contact Dwight Wilson at adm2780@yahoo.com.