Date: Thu, 8 Mar 2007 16:04:43 -0800 (PST) From: adm2780 Subject: Brads Idol Chapter Forty-One 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 Forty-One: Brad's Idol My grandma and aunt rented a place on Marathon Key. Dad and Uncle Ray said they could remember traveling down the keys and there would be signs everywhere to buy ocean front land for fifty bucks down and twenty-five dollars a month. They claimed you could go for miles on end without seeing a person or a house. I told them 'yeah, then they invented the wheel'. Now you couldn't find hardly a spot in the keys that didn't have a house, business or boat on it. We had a place on the ocean for five days. Grandma said it was cheaper to rent for the weekdays. People working rented on the weekends. We fished. We drove down to Key West and shopped and ate. They let me do the para-sailing thing after I convinced them I had done it with Uncle Ray. My aunt said she was ready to have a nervous breakdown when the boat came close to shore and I was waving at them with both hands. They didn't understand you were strapped into a sling. You couldn't fall if you wanted to. The great thing about para-sailing down there was the water was so clear you could see fish and watch the seaweed move with the currents. We spent one week in the keys and the other week at home where we shopped, ate out, went to movies and had a pretty good time. Grandma took us to the country club one night for dinner. I almost forgot what Uncle Ray had taught me. It'd been a long time since I sat down at a nice restaurant with more than just one fork, one knife and one spoon. Fortunately, the memory kicked in pretty fast. Towards the end of my visit I noticed my pants were getting a little tight. I thought I just needed to get some more and was going to let my grandma know. One night, after my shower, I looked in the mirror. The pants weren't the problem. The mirror said I needed to do something fast or I was going to be spending some time at the school track. With three days to go I dropped the garbage food and ran in the morning and again at night. I wasn't going to lose much in three days, but it was a start. It also gave me chance to work on what I was going to say to Uncle Ray to avoid having to run the track. My last weekend there I figured we would head up to Ft. Pierce. Instead, dad came down for a couple of days. He teased me about the weight I put own and told me Uncle Ray was going to give me hell; like I didn't already know it. He didn't let up either. I tried to explain to him what happened, but he didn't listen. He said it was my choice to eat the junk food, nobody forced it down me. Unfortunately, he was right, but I wouldn't admit it. When we left grandmas, dad didn't go in the normal direction. He turned right instead of left. We wound up at the Greyhound station where he gave me a ticket. When I asked him why I wasn't going back to Ft. Pierce he said he had to go get Larry and Laura. I just looked at him. Then he wanted to know what was wrong. Normally I'd jump at heading north to Uncle Ray. This time they arranged for me to go straight there and I was acting unhappy. I told him I wasn't unhappy, just confused. He put me on the bus and gave me a brown bag with my lunch, ten bucks, and four comic books. When the bus pulled out I looked and saw the ticket wasn't to go where Uncle Ray lived. I sat there for a while trying to figure this one out. I couldn't call anybody and you weren't supposed to talk to the driver while he was driving. When he stopped to pick up more people I told him my problem. I needed to go to downtown; my ticket was for Orange Cove. He told me not to worry, if my uncle wasn't waiting for me in Orange Cove, we'd call him. This was not going right. Lunch time brought another surprise. They gave me turkey on whole wheat with carrot sticks and celery; for an almost thirteen year old? This day was not only not going right, it was turning plain crappy. Six and a half hours to get from Dania to Orange Cove on a bus. I used to ride the bus from university to downtown, it was never that boring and you can only read comic books so many times. When we got to Orange Cove, there was Uncle Ray. When I got off the bus I gave him a hug and asked him what was up, why were we in Orange Cove? "That's part of the surprise I'm guessing you're dad didn't tell you about." "You're not making any sense, Uncle Ray. This has not been an overly great day and now you're trying to confuse me even more." "Wait a minute. Let's take a step back and start this over again, shall we? Hi, Brad, good to see you made it." "Hi, Uncle Ray, what the devil is goin' on?" I couldn't keep a straight face and started laughing. I thought I did pretty good, I started to ask him 'what the hell is goin' on?'. "What do you mean' what's goin' on'? You're dad and I thought you'd be thrilled to come straight here this early in the summer." "I am, but I don't understand why we're in Orange Cove. I always rode the bus to downtown." "That's part of the surprise. Right now, though, we have to get to the store before they close and get you some new shoes." "Why do I need new shoes? Besides, I'm hungry. You should have seen the lunch dad gave me." "Yeah, I heard you got put on a diet, and now I see why. How many meals did you eat each day you were with your grandmother?" "Thanks, I think I'll stop now before this gets any worse." "Good idea, jump in the car and I'll explain it all to you while we ride." We stopped at a western store that sold mostly boots, jeans, jean jackets, and that sort of thing. When we went in he walked straight to the construction boot area and had me try some on. I kept asking him 'what's up' and he kept handing me shoes or boots to try on. He finally explained these were steel toed boots to protect my feet. Now I understood. I'd worn some like these when Todd and I worked in the woods with Uncle Ray and Mr. Larry. When I asked him if I was going to be working with them again, he said I was. He checked my bag and decided I needed two more pairs of jeans so I'd have a clean pair to put on each day. No problem. He decided we'd just have an early supper since I was so hungry. Dinner was at Steak & Ale, I could handle that. When I ordered prime rib, the lady asked me what side I wanted, I ordered fries. He cleared his throat and shook his head. I tried baked potato and got the same reaction, so I asked him what I wanted. My options were broccoli, asparagus or sweet potato. He had to be kidding, but I knew he wasn't. The side was a sweet potato and salad. "Uncle Ray, are you going to tell me what's going on. I understand the boots and jeans; where am I working and what will I be doing? How much do I get paid?" "How much you get paid depends on how hard you work. We'll talk about that part later. I know you remember Larry and Todd. Larry, another gentleman he and I know, who is a builder, David, and I purchased seven quadruplexes. We are going to renovate them and then sell them. They're just up the road. When we finish eating I'll show them to you." "When do we start? What am I supposed to do?" "We start tomorrow, that's why your dad put you on a bus this morning. All of us will be working plus four additional men we've hired for the project. Larry decided Todd needed to learn where the money comes from. Your dad and I decided the experience wouldn't hurt you either." "That's okay, I don't mind." After dinner we drove a couple of miles up the road and turned into a residential area. In the back were seven quadruplexes. The area looked nice but the buildings looked dirty. "The two down on the end are the starting point. The plan is to renovate them, people in these two buildings, which is phase two, will have first choice for taking one of the renovated units. Then we'll sell them. Five apartments are already empty and waiting on us." "Are you gonna be there all day with us?" "Larry and I will alternate mornings during the week. We'll both be here in the afternoons. You and Todd will be given a list of things you need to finish each day. We'll look inside tomorrow. Now, for the rest of your surprise." "What is it?" "If I told you it wouldn't be a surprise, would it?" When we got back to the main road I knew we needed to turn left to head back into town; he turned right. He really had me confused now, but I didn't say anything because I knew it wouldn't do any good. He made a couple of more turns, which meant I had no idea where we were. We drove down one street where he pointed out a house and said that was where Larry and his family lived. He did a couple of more zigzag turns and then pulled in a driveway and parked. I just looked at him, waiting. "Welcome home, kiddo." "Whose house is this?" "Mine, I moved in last weekend. You going to get out of the car or stay here?" Nobody ever said anything to me about him moving. I thought he was joking till I spotted Reginald sitting in the garage. We walked in and there was the same old furniture, plus a little more. He was serious. It was a nice house, too; and it was big. We walked into the garage and used the side door to enter the kitchen. There was a bathroom right there off the garage. If we'd walked through the garage we would have been in the backyard. There was a room opposite the bathroom where he had a treadmill machine and some weights. The family room was just off the kitchen. It was really big; he had two sofas in there. When I looked out the sliding doors, there was a huge swimming pool with a diving board. "Oh, man! A pool! Can we go swimmin'?" "Shortly, but how about not in those clothes?" "Can I go skinny dippin'?" "Somehow, kid, I didn't think you'd go any other way. See those other doors on the side of the patio? That's the bedroom." When I went into the bedroom I saw it was twice as big as the other house and he had a huge bed. There was a big bathroom right there, too. By the time I finished looking at the bedroom and bath, I was naked and ready to go. He just stepped to the side and told me to go for it. I ran out and did one of the best cannon balls ever into the deep end. Soon, Uncle Ray came out; he was naked, too. He walked around to the diving board. I couldn't believe the spring in the board. He did a real nice back flip. Not to be outdone, I tried, but landed a little flatter than I meant to; I was going to have a red belly for a while. We played in the pool for a while, then I realized that when we jumped on the board we went pretty high. High enough so someone might be able to see us. When I said something he said look around. I had to stand on the diving board to look over the fence and hedges. There was a house on one side and nothing everywhere else, except trees and bushes. When I looked at him and shrugged my shoulders he told me it was part of a wetlands preserve and nobody could build back there. That was one reason he liked the house, absolute privacy. That meant I didn't have to worry about clothes, which was fine by me. This summer I would get my nice no-line tan back. Most of the backyard was landscaped. There was one area just about the right size to park two cars that was grass. Under the grass was a large fuel tank for the pool heater. The rest was concrete and flowerbeds. I spotted the shed in the back corner, but didn't ask. He must have read my mind because he told me that's where I'd find the mower and edger. He said it like it was something I should worry about. The message was understood. We played in the pool till dark when he tossed me over his shoulders in a fireman's carry and we headed inside. He said we had to get rid of the chlorine. He had a new leather chair with an ottoman. This thing was big enough for both of us to sit in, so I just climbed in and then onto his lap, straddling his legs. I sat just like always with my knees on the cushion and my feet hanging over the front edge. Putting a hand on each shoulder I looked him right in the eye and reminded him that I'd been with my grandma and aunt for two whole weeks. I was also almost thirteen and now had seven pubes. I was ready for horny-toad time. He looked me straight in the eyes and said 'no'. "Right now is not horny-toad time. There's something you and I need to have a serious talk about. Actually, I'm going to do most of the talking and I want to be sure you're listening. Understand." "Yes, sir. But, what did I do?" I asked, confused more than ever. "You haven't done anything, and that's the way I want to keep it. Redoing those apartments is not a game; it's very serious. If you aren't careful, you could get hurt real bad. We'll be ripping out all the kitchens, appliances, carpets, and bathrooms. There will be nails sticking through lumber and broken tile that can cut you like a razor blade. I have construction gloves and protective goggles for you to wear, and I expect you to wear them. Those boots were bought to help protect your feet. Somebody drop a bathroom sink or just a kitchen drawer on your foot the wrong way and you could be on crutches. Understand?" I nodded and he kept going. "Another thing we need to talk about. I've never said anything about you going commando when you wanted to. You need to realize that before, your sac stayed close to your body, so there wasn't much chance of you getting hurt there. As you so proudly point out, you're getting pubes and getting bigger. That means your sac is hanging lower, too. You'll be doing a lot of bending and twisting working on the apartments. You get that sac caught on the wrong side of those jeans and you will be one hurtin' little boy with a very high voice." I had to laugh. I know he was serious, but I couldn't help it. "Laugh now, but I'm serious. The older you get the bigger the problem will get. Understand?" "I'm sorry, Uncle Ray, it's just the way you said it. I don't do commando 'cept when I'm wearin' my special shorts cuttin' the yard. Sometimes at school I get a stiffie and if I go commando I don't have a way to hide it. Before we moved to university and we were with my grandparents on the farm I hurt myself once. My grandpa let me run naked, dad didn't like it, but he let me anyway. One time I was tryin' to walk up the wooden thing where the horses go on a wagon and slipped off. I fell with a leg on each side and it hurt. I mean it hurt. 'Course, then I didn't know I'd cracked my balls, I did know it hurt. Grandma put a Band-Aid on 'em for me. It helped. Stop laughin', it's true." He laughed so hard he had tears coming down; it wasn't that funny. "What am I going to do with you, kid?" "Love me, I'm worth it; promise. We finished talkin' serious now?" He nodded and I attacked his neck and ear. I stuck my tongue in his ear and then said 'horny-toad time'. He caught me by surprise when he dug his fingers into my ribs and pushed me down in his lap. I thought he would let me go at him. He had propped his feet up on the ottoman and laid me back. Grabbing my arms on the inside of the biceps, he twisted my arms so they were over my head and held them there. I screamed and giggled so loud it was a good thing he didn't have any neighbors close by. He made that growling sound and attacked my nipples. Between acting like he was going to chew them off and all the raspberries on my belly, I couldn't stop giggling and hollering for him to stop. He knew that stop really meant don't stop, and he didn't. I felt him moving me and before I knew it he had me laid over the ottoman. He was on his knees on the floor. His mouth was on one nip, his fingers pinched the other, and I could feel my whole package being massaged by the other hand. "Uncle Ray, STOP!! Ohhh GAAAAAHHHHD! You're killin'me, stoooop^Åohhh, don't bite 'em off^Å..aaaaahhhhh^Å.my balls^Å..don't crush 'em^Å..dooon't^Å.ohh yeah..ohh yeah..lick my nuts..yeeeaaah..ohhhh..ooohhh gaahhhd..fuuck yeeeaah..yeeaah..lick the twins for me^Åyeeeaaah ^Å don't suck the twins off me..lick 'em .. mmmmppphhh^Å" I was sweating. He had me laid out and was driving me crazy. I loved it. I more than loved it. I wanted it and I needed it. He moved around and started licking around my package but wouldn't take my dick. Finally he did and reached up and started pulling my nips apart. It felt like he was going to rip them off me they burned so much. My arms and legs just bounced in the empty space. "yeeaah..that's it^Åsuck me^Åyeeaahh^Åaaaahhhh..aaaahhhh..mmmmppphhh..oooohhh shiiit!...." I grabbed two fistfuls of hair, wrapped my legs around is chest and started humping his face for all I was worth. It felt like he was sucking so hard he was going to pull it inside out. His hands held my cheeks and he kept squeezing pulling them apart. "Fuuuuck me..pleeaase fuck me ohh..ohhh..oohh.AAAHHHHH!" He did it again. He jammed his finger, maybe it was more than one, up my butt and twisted it. If he hadn't been part way on me I'd have shot straight off the ottoman. God, it felt great. I begged for more and he let me have it. I felt myself getting close and told him but he held me tight. He kept brushing my balls down and I couldn't get off. Finally, when I was panting and sweating like I'd run a marathon he let me peak. I hollered and cried out so much. My legs were still wrapped around him and between humpin', bouncing off the ottoman and arching my back, my arms were flying wherever they could go while I cried out in pure bliss. I had never, ever, gone over the edge like that. I lay there panting, with him holding me. "You all right, kiddo?" "Yeeeaah. I never felt anything like that. You shoved your finger in my butt and I thought I'd die. That was great, I mean great. Uncle Ray, I gotta catch my breath. I thought you were gonna fuck me." "Not now, little guy, you're not ready. I just thought I'd give you a thrill, that's all. Just think, as you get older, the thrills get bigger. That's why it felt so good." "You mean it gets better than what you just done? I can't wait to get older and bigger." I sat up and turned to look at him. He was still on his knees and I wrapped my legs around him. He started to pick me up, but I stopped him. After I gave him a big hug I told him to stay there. I ran to the bathroom and got a towel and some baby oil. I ran back and put the towel on the ottoman. He didn't get his nut. I got on my knees and kissed and licked his pole to get him good and hard, then I handed him the baby oil and lay across the ottoman. He spread my legs and rubbed some oil on me. He made sure to oil up my whole package, and spread it up my crack, too. The feel of him rubbing oil into my sac felt strange, but good. We never said a word. I crossed my arms in front of me and laid my head down. He pushed my legs together and I felt him push his pole in between my legs. My sac rested on top of his pole. With oily fingers he reached under and started working my nips again. They were actually a little sore but I didn't say anything. He began with a slow and steady pistoning motion. Gradually he picked it up. He moved from my nips to my package, squeezing it till I groaned. Sometimes he rubbed the palm of his hands over my balls and I cringed. I took a sharp breath and had to hold it when his fingernail went down my crack. It didn't take long before he was pounding me hard enough to jolt the ottoman. I shifted some and could feel him slide near my treasure. He felt good. When he let go he made a mess of the towel, me, him and the ottoman. He lay over me for a couple of minutes, I could feel his breath on my neck. When he got up I pushed my self back so I was sitting in his lap, leaning against him. I reached back and pulled his head forward and gave him a hug. There was something peaceful about that night. We stayed there on our knees for a few minutes. I sat up and turned around to face him. I reached down on my belly for his juice and smeared some on my lips and then some on his lips. I hugged him again, laying my head on his shoulder with my face in his neck. "Uncle Ray. Thanks, that was great. Promise me somethin'?" "What?" "That took the edge off. Next time, start getting me ready so I can give you my treasure?" "Are you sure?" "Yeah. I really did like it last time. It just took some gettin' used to. I want you to take me again. Okay? It felt nice havin' you in me once I got used to it." "Promise." Is all he answered. He picked me up and carried me to the shower. We both needed cleaning. After a quick shower there was no fooling around. We just went to bed. "Uncle Ray? Can I tell you something?" He knew I didn't expect an answer. He squeezed my cheek as a response. "Sometimes I get these funny feelings, and it scares me." "What kind of feelings?" "You know how I say Larry likes to play slave and wants us to order him around? I tell him if he doesn't do a good job I'll have to punish him and he likes it. If he messes up I swat real easy on his butt and he thinks that's fun. While ago you shoved your finger in my butt and you did it hard. What scares me is that I liked it. Am I goin' to wind up bein' girlie like Larry?" "Because you liked it doesn't mean you'll be effeminate like Larry. With Larry it's more mental. He likes the idea of someone controlling him and giving him pleasure. He expects you to tell him what to do. With you it's more physical. I shoved my finger in hard like that to give you a different experience. What you liked was the sensation your body gave you. Understand the difference?" "Kinda. But, I like it too when you stretch my arms out and hold me down and then attack me. Isn't that just like what Larry does?" "Think about the difference. Larry likes for someone to do him like that all the time. He also wants you to tell him what to do to you. Do you like it all the time or some of the time?" "Just some of the time. I like it when you do that, but I want to do you sometimes, too. It's better when I just do it. I like to hear you make those sounds that tell me you like what I'm doin', that I'm makin' ya feel good. I want ta do it, it wouldn't be as nice if I did it just because you said so. Sometimes I feel like I'm gonna bust if I can't get my nut a lot. I mean, is that normal?" "What you're feeling is very normal. Sometimes you'll feel like all you want to do is get your nut all day long. You're going to have days where it'll get stiff and never go down. Soon, you'll be having wet dreams. It'll be embarrassing at times, to wake up and find you've shot all over yourself. It still happens to me once in a while. That's why I like to keep a hand towel close to the bed. Don't worry, kiddo, it's all perfectly normal." I shifted so I was most of the way on top of him and could look in his face. "Uncle Ray? Am I still your boy?" "You're my boy; I wouldn't want it any other way." He pulled me up to give me a hug and then rolled me on my side. I snuggled in. It was time to get some sleep. *** Monday morning we met Mr. Larry and Todd at Shoney's for breakfast. The contractor, that was their partner, Todd and I called him Mr. David, was there with his son, Tommy. Tommy was fourteen already and had worked with his dad on weekends and during the summer for a couple of years. While the adults sat at one table talking, we sat at another table talking. All three of us had gotten the same lecture on being careful, this was not playtime and how much we made depended on how we worked. I knew Uncle Ray well enough to know he was serious. If I didn't be careful or he thought I could get hurt, I'd be gone. Todd and Tommy said their dads were the same way. We were on the bottom end of the totem pole, as Uncle Ray liked to say. That meant we got the grunt work. If you don't think pulling carpet up is hard work, try it. We were on our knees using razor knives to cut the carpet in sections between three and four feet wide. You roll up the carpet, tie it off and haul it out to the dumpster or skid. We started with five apartments, it took us two days to get rid of the carpet then we had to get on our knees and pull the tack strips. The strips were there long enough to dry out which meant they came out in pieces. There was some grunt work to do outside. Remember there were seven quads, that meant there were seven yards that had to be cut. Fortunately, time was important, so Uncle Ray rented a riding lawn mower. One of us rode the big mower while the other two used a smaller mower or blower and we got all seven done in about three hours. Not bad. The adults pulled out the appliances. They said if Todd, Tommy and I would load the things on a truck, we could sell them at the flea market and they'd split the money with us. At first, three of the apartments still had people in them. We stored the appliances in one of the units and waited until we could get the appliances from the last three units. The first Saturday after we had all the appliances, Uncle Ray rented us a small van from U-Haul and an appliance truck. We headed to the flea market and sold everything in a half day, pricing everything the same at fifty bucks each. That worked out to two hundred dollars for each of us. Mr. David had a crew working on the outside of the buildings to make repairs and paint them. That meant we worked inside most of the time. The apartments were all air conditioned but Mr. Larry said we weren't going to run the systems because they didn't want to cool down the whole outside. We worked with the doors and windows open. If we weren't meeting for breakfast, Tommy, Todd and I didn't even bother with a shirt in the mornings. I'm not sure where it was hottest, inside or outside. I didn't have to worry about Uncle Ray making me run those extra pounds off, he sweated them off me. One day when we were all soaked in sweat, including our jeans, Uncle Ray took us outside. He had his back to us and when he turned around we got hosed down. Who cared, it felt good. When we got home at night, boy did that pool feel good. Most of the time I just stripped between the car and pool. He let me swim some and then we had dinner. Usually, after dinner all I wanted to do was lay around and rest. He'd stretch out on the sofa and watch some television. I'd stretch out next to him or lay on him. Sometimes we played, sometimes we didn't. Many nights I'd bring the Vaseline in and while I lay either on him or next to him he played with my treasure, stretching me out and loosening me up. When he did this I just lay there and purred or whimpered. I'd wind up being his little wet, whimpering puppy. Nice way to spend an evening. End Chapter Forty-One To Be Continued; comments welcome, contact Dwight Wilson at adm2780@yahoo.com