Date: Fri, 16 Mar 2007 16:51:39 -0700 (PDT) From: adm2780 Subject: Brads Idol Chapter Forty-Two 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 Like stories like this one? Try "Never Take Love For Granted", you won't be disappointed. Chapter Forty-Two: Brad's Idol Work progressed on the apartments. The worst part for us was getting rid of the carpet and those tack strips nailed into the floor. Whenever we thought we had all that behind us, we'd find some nails we'd missed. Some of the nails didn't want to come out so Uncle Ray either pounded them into the floor or broke them off; whatever worked. Between gigs pulling carpet we were given the 'opportunity' to assist the adults removing kitchen cabinets, bathroom vanities, and toilets. Oh, we also got to remove the towel bars and toilet paper holders. What part of this undertaking was our 'opportunity' to learn something new? It was how fast we could get the mess they made cleaned up and out to the skid, what else? That may sound like simple work, but when you weren't accustomed to it you looked forward to the end of the day. More than one night we went home and all I wanted to do after supper and a bath was lay on the sofa with Uncle Ray and veg. I was too tired to play and more than once he carried me to bed. The worst part was what was happening to my knees. Cutting and hauling out carpet may not sound bad but when you're on your knees all day, they get bruised. One thing I definitely learned was that I didn't want to do grunt work for the rest of my life. Strange thing about doing this kind of work, we boys could always find a way to have some fun with it. We'd race to see who could haul out the biggest loads or rip up the most carpet in a given period of time. We grab-assed and horsed around. We'd stand around sometimes and listen while the workmen outside told dirty jokes. Of course, we didn't let them know we were listening. I even managed to repeat a couple of them to Uncle Ray. He'd give me one of his 'where'd you learn something like that' looks, and I'd act perfectly innocent. I asked him once if he was upset with me for telling him a dirty joke and he said it was all part of growing up, but I might want to be careful around my dad for at least a couple more years before I started repeating the really gross jokes. After everything got cleared out, it was time for minor repairs and paint. I learned how to fill holes with spackle and then smooth it over with a wet block sander. When we thought we were ready to start painting, Uncle Ray had us go through the apartment and remove the wall plates on the switches and plugs. When that was done we painted all the trim. 'We' meant Uncle Ray, Mr. Larry, me and Todd. It was then time to paint the walls so we could get all the cabinets and carpet in. We did that right after we got back on our knees and taped the edge of the trim so we didn't mess them up painting the walls. Nothing was as simple as I thought it would be. We even worked on Saturdays so we could take time off for the holiday and not fall behind schedule. This was the summer I would officially become a teenager. My birthday was July 4th and I still liked to think at least some of the fireworks were to celebrate my birthday. The big day this year was on a Saturday. Uncle Ray had already planned a big shin-dig at his house. Todd and Tommy and their families would be there. I'd already told them about the pool, Pac-Man, pool table and there was now a pinball machine. Rain or shine, we could have a good time. The Wednesday before my big day we didn't go straight to the apartments; I had an appointment at the hospital. That's when I found out about the surgery scheduled for the next morning. Another forty-five minute procedure that would take all day. After the hospital took the blood samples we did go to work. It was a shorter work day, but there was still a full day's work to be done. To make up part of the time we cut the lunch break short, but at least we didn't cut lunch out altogether. During supper he told me my dad and Kathy would be coming in that night and staying for the party. No big deal. Sometimes adults can really screw up what should be milestones in a kid's life. I had waited twelve years, three-hundred and sixty-one days to gain teenager status, and he wanted me to have an operation two days before the big day. How was I supposed to party and be a good host if I couldn't bounce around, swim and whatever else we found to entertain ourselves. He told me to relax, because the doctor had assured him that the operation probably wouldn't interfere with me having a good time on my birthday. Probably? After supper, I tried to convince him it'd be better to wait another week for the operation. I was talking to a wall. I knew I wasn't going to win so I decided I might as well go with the flow and make the most of my evening. He didn't expect Dad and Kathy until around midnight. That gave us time to play. We hadn't played much during the week because I was so tired after working. Not tonight. We were lying on the sofa when I started wiggling my butt and pushing back. He knew what I was up to and told me to be careful or I'd get something started. When I asked him if that was a promise he grabbed me and rolled on his back. That left me lying on top of him, staring at the ceiling while he pinned my legs down and had my arms hooked under his arms. I was trapped with no chance of getting out. He started running his knuckles up and down my ribs like they were a washboard. I hollered and giggled loud enough to make him keep going. When he had me limp like a wet rag he grabbed my sides and pulled me up; I went wherever he tossed me. I landed sitting on his face and he put a hand between my shoulders and pushed me down. When I felt his tongue enter my crack I didn't hesitate to pull my legs back and spread them. Lying there, I began to whimper and squirm with the feelings he gave me. After a few minutes I reached down and wrapped my fist around his pole and pulled it to me. It'd been a while since I licked an ice cream cone, but it didn't take long to remember how. After a few minutes I could tell he was breathing hard so I backed off and alternated playing with his twins. I thought I would jump off the sofa when he pushed my hips up and let my dick drive straight down with my sac straddling his nose. I did my best to reciprocate. Rubbing his head against my cheek and letting it hit the hairline always made him jump. It wasn't long before he flipped me around and I dropped my legs between his. He pinned my legs down and we began to hump one another. He coached me into a slow but steady rhythm. His hands gripped my cheeks and massaged them while I humped. When I pushed down he pulled up on my cheeks causing more friction. Sometime during this I lay on him and started kissing his neck and tonguing his ear. I let him know when I was close and he'd slow down for a couple of minutes before picking up speed again. Eventually I came with him right behind me. We were both covered in sweat and our own juices. I squirmed around smearing it all over both of us. "You promised to loosen me up, remember?" He scooped up some of our juices and then his finger inched its way down my crack. He moved it slow enough that I lifted my butt, trying to open it enough to get him to move faster. He stopped just at the edge of my pucker and teased me. I squirmed some more. Eventually, he slipped his finger over my hole and began a slow circular massage. After he completed the circle a few times he'd put pressure to push in, but not quite get there. I don't know how long he did this because he had me squirming and whimpering, begging him to push in. I tried pushing my butt up to meet his finger but he had a hand on the small of my back holding me down. Holding me that way just made me squirm and whimper more. Finally, he slid in and moved his finger in a circle to stretch me. I didn't feel the second finger until it pushed past the muscle, making me rear my head and shoulders up and clamp down with my butt. The circular motion started all over again. The squirming and whimpering continued, mixed with innumerable 'oh gods' and grunts. There was no way I could stay still. His fingers moved in a circular motion inside my butt, getting me loose and ready. While he worked me he moved his fingers in deeper. I felt the fingers twist and hollered. "Ohhh GAAAAHHD^ÅOOOOHHHH^Åooohhh.mmmmppphh^Åmmpphh..oohh..oh gaahd^Åoohh..oohh..oohh..mmmmppphhh^ÅAAAAAAAHHHHH..uuuhhh..uuuhhh" He hit my magic spot and had me jumping, crying out from pleasure and shooting all over both of us. I pushed up on his shoulders and tried humping him as hard as I could with his fingers buried in me. When it was over I was panting for air and covered in a mixture of sweat and boy juices. *** "Hey, big guy, you gonna sleep all day?" It was Kathy sitting on the side of the bed. When I lifted my head Dad and Uncle Ray were standing in the doorway drinking coffee. Kathy had my necklace to ward off evil spirits. After sticking a hand under the covers to make sure I had shorts on, I started the slow process of climbing out of bed. I knew the routine; just enough water to brush my teeth, no more and no breakfast. This operation went just like the last time. My forty-five minute procedure took all day and wiped me out for most of the night. I did wake long enough at some point to get dressed and leave the hospital. Supper was a bowl of soup, a couple of pills and I was out again. I woke in the middle of the night in the bed in my room. When I realized where I was I got up and headed to Uncle Ray's bed where I stayed the rest of the night. We had an early doctor's appointment so we had breakfast at Shoney's where I made up for the lack of food from the previous day. The doctor said everything was good. The incision sealed over and I made it a point to ask if I could go swimming. My only restrictions were to not play with the stitches and keep a bandage on the cut. After we left the doctor's office we took dad and Kathy by the apartments and showed them how much we accomplished so far. Dad and Uncle Ray started talking about what was coming next when I heard Uncle Ray say he and I would be installing tub surrounds, vanities and toilets. The tile men were due in that afternoon to put in the new floors in the kitchens and baths. They would be back on Sunday to finish the grout so we could work on Monday. Dad asked Uncle Ray how much work 'the boys' were actually doing, and Uncle Ray told him the adults were making sure we 'boys' pulled our own weight. When dad kind of smirked, Uncle Ray told him not to underestimate how much we were capable of, especially when someone was there to teach us. We may not be as fast as some of the construction men they could have hired, but none of us would trade the experience for anything. I thought about that and realized that, even though it was hard work (not to mention hot and sweaty), it was a pretty good way to spend my summer. *** My birthday was clear, sunny and hot. The pool had been cleaned and the water was crystal clear. Todd and his family plus Tommy and his family were coming over; so were Aunt Jackie and Aunt Charlotte. On the way back from the apartments on Friday we stopped at the grocery and Uncle Ray bought what he called his 'just in case' supplies. He explained 'just in case' supplies are the ones we used just in case he used up everything before party time. The party was a blast. The adults had their drinks and we had ours. Aunt Charlotte got her orange juice spiked with bourbon. Aunt Jackie and Kathy drank wine and the rest of the adults wiped out more than a case of beer. Food was all over the place from munchies, finger foods, to barbeque and cake and ice cream for desert. We boys ate all day long; I suffered that night. Standard uniform for the day for us boys was cutoffs. They worked inside or outside. We were boys; we didn't wear any more than we had to in the summer. That meant each of us had a good tan and didn't worry about getting sunburned. Uncle Ray set the thermostat high and left the doors open so we could go in and out without any hassles. We played with the Pac-Man and pinball some and then headed for the pool. After playing around some we decided to go for the diving board. That was when our lack of training or finesse showed the most. After a few minutes Aunt Jackie called me over and gave me a couple of pointers. I know she meant well, but this wasn't school. This was fun time. A few minutes later she came out in a swim suit; so did Aunt Charlotte. Uncle Ray told us to clear the pool and to watch and learn. Learn what? Aunt Jackie wore one of those single piece suits like you see in old movies and a shower cap. She walked into the pool, rolled onto her back and back-stroked to the other end, hardly making a ripple. Then she turned around and swam back to the shallow end doing the same thing. Unreal! I didn't think old people could do that. The real surprise came next when she stepped up on the diving board. She did one of the cleanest jack-knifes I'd ever seen. When she hit the water straight up and down we thought she'd whack her head on the bottom. The pool had an extra deep diving well, but she went straight in. She surfaced almost all the way to the other end. We stood there, looking at her in disbelief. If that wasn't enough she got out of the pool, and walked back around to the diving board. This time she stood with her back to the pool. When she jumped up, she bent forward doing another jack-knife. I thought she'd hit her head on the board, but she didn't and came up in almost the same spot as she went in. "Uncle Ray, where'd she learn to do that?" "Brad, has it ever occurred to you that she's had a few extra years to learn and practice? You would be surprised what she could teach you. She does pretty good, doesn't she?" "Yeah, 'specially for an old person." I said, but I didn't mean it in a bad way. I'd never seen an old person do what she was doin', that's all. All kids usually here is 'when I was younger' or 'when I was your age'. "You better hope she didn't hear you call her an 'old person'. If she did, I'm not savin' you." That afternoon, three teenage boys learned how to do a clean jack-knife and dive backwards without hitting our heads on the board. All thanks to somebody I thought was an old person. She was, but far from being over the hill. After dinner, when it was time for desert, Aunt Jackie went inside and came out with a cake I hadn't seen. Uncle Ray said she baked it for me. It was all decorated, had thirteen candles, and was my favorite ^Ö chocolate over chocolate with chocolate in the middle. The ice cream was vanilla and chocolate marble. There were plenty of gifts, too. It was a good 4th and a good birthday. *** Dad and Kathy left for Ft. Pierce on Sunday morning. One of the nice things they did Saturday night was help me put some of the folding tables and chairs away so I didn't have to spend half of Sunday cleaning up. By noon, Uncle Ray and I were alone again. He wanted to go swimming and then take a nap. I liked the swimming part, but the nap part seemed like a waste of good play time to me. We swam and he took a nap on the lounger out on the patio. I played Pac-Man and then joined him. I was just going to veg a little, at least that was the plan until I fell asleep. Fortunately, we weren't lying in the sun or I would have wound up with tomato cheeks. My nap was going real good until I felt myself being picked up. Yes, I knew it was Uncle Ray and I knew he was up to something. Something to him was usually something fun so I held on to his neck and didn't protest. At least, not until I felt him step up and we began to bounce. It took a minute for me to realize we were on the diving board. By the time I realized where we were, it was too late. I remember hollering 'oh, shit!'; I also remember forgetting to hold my breath. He held me while I tried to replace the water with air. The next hour or so was spent playing in the pool with me trying to get even with him. Uncle Ray decided that we had napped and played our way past lunch so we would have an early dinner of left-overs. I didn't have any problem with more ribs, baked beans and potato salad. Besides, by doing left-overs there was just that much that didn't have to be cleaned up later. We fixed our plates and took them out on the patio. When we went back in for drinks he got one of the leftover beers. When I eyed it he asked me if I wanted a little and we split a Coors. Not bad; thirteen for one day and I was already getting barbeque and beer for dinner. One of the disadvantages of sitting on the patio in the middle of the afternoon was that it was hot, hot, hot. Just sitting there eating we both had perspiration running off us. After we ate I dove in the pool just to rinse off. He put the plates away and came back to lie on the lounge chair. Getting out of the pool I walked over and straddled him. Making sure to place his dick so it pointed up at his chin, I had it so it massaged my perineum. When I sat down I wiggled my butt and could feel him start to grow. I was already standing at full mast. I bent over, propped myself on his chest and started working a nipple with each thumb and first finger. "Just reached teenage status and already becoming a pain in the butt." "No, just reached teenage status and horny. I been good for four days; I need to play." "Don't you think this is kind of a dangerous place to be playing, young fella?" "No. It's private and I wanna feel the sweat running down and slide over you. I like the feel of the sun on me when I'm naked. You're horny too; I can feel you under me." "Boy, it's bound to grow when you keep wiggling like that. Careful or I'm liable to have to do something about it." Of course, that was my signal to really go to work on him. Rather than just wiggle I started sliding up and down while still playing with his nipples. It didn't take long for him to pull me up and start nibbling on my nips. While he nibbled I reached back and put his dick in my crack and kept sliding on him. "Uncle Ray, you promised to stretch me, remember? Do it now, please? I want you to fuck me out here. I want to lie on top of you and slide down. The further down I go the deeper you go in me. I want you to fuck me silly to where I don't know where I am or how long we've been doin' it." He rolled me on my right side and held me so my face was buried in his neck. I just kept whimpering and squirmed while he tongue fucked my ear and licked my neck. He pulled my left leg over him and started playing with my hole. My arms were wrapped around him and I kept trying to get closer to him and open myself more. Between whimpers I whispered for him to fuck the shit out of me. I let him know I wanted him in me and for him to make me feel things I never felt before. After a while he worked my butt so I was actually humping him while I lay on my side. Both of us were covered in sweat which made it easy to slide over him. "Oooohhhh gaaahhhhd ^Å fuuuuck ^Å..yeeeeaaahh^Å.mmmmmpppphh ^Åmmmmpppphh..ooohh..oohhh..oohhh..Uncle Ray?...oohhhh..I'm gonna cum and you're not fuckin' meeee^Ådooon't^Åpleeaasse.. doooon't make me cum..ooohhhh. .mmmmmpppphhhh..I can't help it..I gotta.. I gotta^Åooohhh^Å." I buried my face in his neck, bit him hard on the shoulder and humped like a rabbit in heat with a purpose. "oooohhhh fuuuuuucck..stooop..stooop..It hurts." I lay in his arms trying to catch my breath and my senses. He did what I wanted, that felt great. I didn't think I'd ever felt like that before, and he'd shown me some really good feelings. Was it because he did something different or because I was further along into puberty? It didn't matter, it just felt fantastic and I was panting like a long distance runner. Then I realized that while I concentrated on humping him, he'd buried a finger up my butt. He'd been working my magic spot to help me get my nut. "Hey, little man, you all right?" "Yeah," I answered, "let me get my breath. You had your finger up my butt pushing my magic spot." "Not exactly," He said smiling. "I had two fingers up your butt, and yes, I was playing with your magic spot. You said you wanted me to stretch you, so I did and you rode those fingers like your life depended on it." I laughed and smiled at him. Then I gave him a big hug. "Not my life, at least not all of it. That was great, but you were supposed to stretch me so I could ride the pole." "Well, before you do that I want two things." I looked at him questioningly. "First, I want to know it's something you really want. Remember, it will hurt a little when we start. The second thing is, you're not clean inside. I don't need to be pushing your Baby Ruths around." "Yes, it's something I really, really want. I've been waitin' 'cause I know you were afraid you'd hurt me. I don't care if it hurts when we start, it's a good kind of hurt. You said after we do it a few times I'd get used to it and it wouldn't hurt so much. We gotta start sometime, why not now? Know what I want to do now? I wanna take a good dump and then get cleaned out and a shower. We can lay on the sofa while you stretch me some more. I wanna be your boy and ride the pole." "Pretty sure of yourself, aren't you?" he said smiling at me. "Yeah." *** "Mmmmmpppphhh ^Å.. oooooooo ^Å^Å^Å that feels good, real good^Å" After we got thoroughly cleaned up, he spread a blanket on the floor and turned the ceiling fan on. He also closed the patio door and turned the air conditioning up a little so it wasn't hot in the house. It wasn't cool either, but just warm enough to be comfortable and stay naked. I lay on top of him at an angle while he played with my crack and butt. He had one hand down my crack with his finger pressing at the back door and used the other hand to massage my package some. The hand on my package would alternate holding my head while he reamed out my ear with his tongue or bathed the side of my face and neck. I was more than his boy, I was his young wet puppy who trusted and loved him more than anyone else. He made me feel good. I was experiencing and learning about things the guys at school always said they wished they could experience. While I cooed and wriggled around he never stopped giving me attention. When I shifted in the right position and noticed where I was, I gave his nipple attention. It was hard to concentrate on giving him pleasure because my whole body felt different. It wasn't like it was on fire; it was more like I was feeling things just from touch that I'd never felt or realized before. My body was coming alive and crying for attention and I let him know it. "Oooohhhh ^Å.mmmmmppphhh ^Å.mooore ^Å..do mooooore ^Å.mmmmmpppphhh ^Åmmmmpphhh ^Å.. fuuuck me ^Å.. now, I wanna feel it ^Å. Let me slide down ^Å oooohhhh ^Å^Åhow many fingers are in me?" "Two; the first two. I've been working them around to get your muscle loosened. You sure you want to slide down? That may be the hard way. It might be easier with me on top." "Nooo ^Å. Did I ever tell ya I had dreams 'bout doin' it like this? ^Å I wanna slide onto your pole. Did ya put Vaseline in me?" "Some, but you need more. Just lie there and let me guide you, okay?" "Kay ^Å. Yeeeeaaah ^Å.feels gooood ^Å.mmmmmppphhh." He shifted me around so I was lined straight up and down. He had me pull my knees, which were hanging near the floor, up around his chest so I'd be open as much as possible. He put his hands over my shoulders and slowly pushed me down. I reacted a little when I felt the tip hit my pucker. Soon as I felt it I wrapped my hands under his shoulders, hooking my fingers on top. He told me to push out like I was taking a dump and I felt his fingers on each side of my hole; then he was there, ready to push in. I pushed out like I was taking a dump and used my knees to push down on him. He pushed on my shoulders and we started. It hurt and I whimpered when he started in. When I felt him trying to pull me up I put my hands against his arm pits, pushed and told him "nooooo". My butt felt like it was on fire from him stretching me, but I didn't stop. I cried a little when I felt a strange popping sensation. He told me the head was in and to relax a little before going on. He was right. It hurt, it hurt bad and I couldn't help rearing up, but we didn't stop. I wouldn't let him. I gave him my cherry more than six months earlier; now he was getting it again. When he was part way in he told me to straighten my right leg. When I did he rolled me on my side, then rolled over so he way laying on top of me. Not only did my butt hurt and burn, he was now crushing the breath out of me. He lifted my butt and inched his knees under me. Now, I lay on the floor looking up at him and I could see his dick going in me. It was fascinating. He'd lift and pull on my butt a little at a time and I could see him disappearing in me. The closer I got to his body the more I had to spread my legs. When it looked like he was almost all the way in I locked my legs around him and did a situp. When I sat up I fell the rest of the way on him. "AAAAAAAHHHHHHH! ^Å.OOOOOHHHHH GAAAAHHHD, that hurt! ^Å^Åhold me ^Åjust hold me^Å. Mmmmmppphhh ^Å.ohhh gaaaahhd that hurt ^Å. There was more left than I thought." "Boy, it's a wonder you didn't split yourself open. Why'd you do that?" "Don't fuss with me, pleeeaase. It hurt bad enough. I read it in a book and the guy said it felt great. I wanted to feel it." "Son, don't you know most of those books aren't real?" He held me while I adjusted. I kept my legs wrapped around him and had my arms around his neck with my face in his shoulder. He stayed on his knees, sitting back on his heels. It hurt and I teared up. I was biting his shoulder and didn't realize I was just about to draw blood. He began rocking back and forth slowly and gently. I could feel him moving in and out, just a little, but moving. I held on tighter and soon started moving with him. The pain was gone and he felt so good. He felt like he was as big as a baseball bat stuck up my treasure hole, but it was a nice baseball bat. He leaned over and lay my shoulders on the floor. I looked up through teary eyes and smiled. He kissed me on the forehead and whispered in my ear asking if I was all right. I nodded my head and we interlocked our fingers. I pulled at him with my legs to let him know I was ready. Careful as always, he slowly pulled out. When I felt like he was almost out I locked down with my legs to keep him from coming all the way out. I didn't know if I was doing it right. I was doing what I read in the stories and he didn't complain; that made me feel good. He slowly pushed in with me pulling him with my legs. When he was all the way in again, he bent over and kissed each nipple. Pulling out again, he pushed against my hands until I clamped my legs down. Coming back in he pulled on my arms and I pulled him. This time he bent over and stuck his tongue in each ear and kissed my nipples. This went on and on until I was aware of only me and him. It didn't hurt any more like at first. The only hurt I felt was when he paused at the end of each stroke and I wanted to feel him moving in me. This was beyond description. This was beyond great. This was heaven. Once he released my fingers and ran his finger nails up and down my sides while he finished several strokes. I cried for more and pleaded with him to do it again. While he fucked me he squeezed my package, bringing me close but not letting me go over the edge, until I couldn't hold back any more. We were both covered in sweat when I begged him to fuck me hard. Let me have it; make me feel him in me. "Take me, Uncle Ray. Pleeeaase? Fuck me hard, make me beg for more^Å.God I love it^Åfuck me goooood. I wanna be your boy ^Å.oooohhhh.oohh ..oohh..oohh..eeeeeiiiiiii ^Åeeeeeiiiii..aaahhh..aaahhh..aaahhh..aahh..aahh.AAAAAHHHHH" I didn't get my nut just once that night. I shot enough that I had to get at least two or three. When we finished I was exhausted and covered in my own juices. His were in me; so was he. I told him I wanted to stay like that the whole night. He reached down and pulled me up to him. He held me close and tight. We didn't say anything. *** After the holiday, or my birthday, whichever way you want to look at it, we started putting the units back together. The tile men had done their job over the weekend like Uncle Ray said. He and I started installing the tub surrounds. I was surprised to find out there were only three pieces and they were put up with glue. The only hard part was locating the plumbing stub-outs. Uncle Ray showed me a trick about putting blue chalk powder on the end of the pipe and pushing the wall piece against that. Then you look on the back for the blue circles and cut. When the whole thing was in and dried, we just caulked around the edges. He and I also put in the toilets, vanities, sinks, hooked up plumbing and mounted mirrors and towel bars. He showed me how to do the electrical hookups, too. Step one on electrical was to make sure the juice was turned off. Todd found out the hard way. He said he changed switches at home and didn't flip the breaker; he could do it here. About two minutes later we heard him holler. He jumped around the room and cursed like a pro. We, including his dad, just looked and laughed. Todd flipped the breaker before he finished. We installed what they called floating wood floors in the living room and hall of the downstairs units in the first building. They were called floating because they lay on a foam pad and would give just a little while you walked on them or in case the foundation shifted a little with the weather. They weren't real wood either; they were laminate. Uncle Ray said real wood was too expensive for rentals they planned on selling. These were the only two to get the wood floors. Uncle Ray and Mr. Larry said all the rest were getting carpet. It wasn't any more expensive and took a lot less time, especially since they hired somebody to do it by the unit. I learned a lot working on the apartments that summer. The number one thing I learned was that I didn't want to do that kind of work for someone else. If I was going to work that hard, I wanted to be the one to get the big money. I wanted to be the person doing the hiring, not the one being hired. After we did the inside and thought we were finished, Todd, Tommy and I got a surprise. We still had to do the yards. Tommy's dad had brought in people to make the outside repairs and paint the buildings. We never thought about the yards. We thought we'd finished a week early. Uh-uh. You want to talk about sweating your butt off, try working outside all day in late July in Florida. It was hot and we all got the sunburns we thought we wouldn't get. Uncle Ray and Mr. Larry told us to wear light t-shirts or use strong sun block. That was for sissies and we weren't sissies. It did help when Uncle Ray rubbed some lotion on me at night though. Inside I worked mostly with Uncle Ray. Sometimes Todd and Mr. Larry were with us. Tommy stayed with his dad and the men putting in the kitchens. They also installed new doors to closets and the big one leading inside the apartment. Outside, he worked with Todd and me. He was nine months older than me. I looked at him with the sweat running down his body. By now our jeans were mostly homemade cutoffs. Tommy liked to wear his low, real low. Uncle Ray said he either went commando or wore bikini briefs because nothing showed. 'Nothing' also meant his pubes didn't show. I wondered if he shaved them or he didn't have any. He stood almost a head taller than me and had reddish-brown hair that was cut short and was real curly. I wondered if his hair was really like that or if he had somebody do that to it. He didn't have hardly any fat on him and you could see his stomach muscles, in fact all his muscles, when he moved. You could see his package push on the front of his pants. I couldn't tell how big it was, but I knew it was bigger than mine. I wondered if I'd grow that much in nine months. We finished up three days ahead of schedule and as a reward were treated to a full day at Wild Adventures in Georgia. Tommy's dad had to work on other jobs, but Uncle Ray and Mr. Larry took us up. Once inside the park they just turned us loose. Mr. Larry said he figured we'd find them when we got hungry; we did and more than once. We spent a lot of time at the water rides and rode the roller coaster so many times the attendant started giving us one of those 'you've got to be kidding' looks when he saw us in line. Did Uncle Ray and I have any more sessions with me riding the pogo stick? Oh yeah, and how. Sometimes he'd be layin' on the sofa and I'd just straddle him. Other times, he'd come in the family room and I'd be layin' on the floor waiting for him. My favorite way to do it was with him on his knees and my butt pulled up on his lap. Every time he got almost all the way in I'd do a situp and drop the rest of the way on him. It didn't take much for me to get used to taking him. We didn't do it every night, but we did it a lot. Some nights he just said no that I needed to learn sex wasn't everything. I tried to convince him it was a lot to a horny teenager. Some nights he would lay me out. I didn't care if it was in the bed, on the sofa or the floor. He'd stretch me out and caress every inch of my body. He knew how to set me on fire so my skin felt like I was attacked by a million pin-pricks of pleasure. I was ended up being his whimpering puppy; always, I was his boy. The second week of August, Uncle Ray put me on a plane to Ft. Lauderdale where I was to meet my grandma and aunt. It was to be ten days with them and then back to Ft. Pierce to get ready for school. I got double lectures on what and how much to eat. Grandma said both dad and Uncle Ray had a talk with her. We did the usual stuff, going to the beach, playing putt-putt, bowling and shopping. Usually this is when I got a lot of my school clothes. They bought me some, but not nearly as much as usual. I figured dad said something to them about spending too much money on me. That wasn't it at all. They didn't buy as much because it could be bought as I needed it; I was growing too fast to buy a lot right then. There was another surprise at the end of summer vacation. I found out I wasn't going to stay in Ft. Pierce to go to school. End Chapter Forty-Two