Date: Thu, 22 Mar 2007 03:38:09 -0700 (PDT) From: adm2780 Subject: Brads Idol Chapter Forty-Three 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-Three: Brads Idol Grandma and my aunt drove me home. As we approached the house I spotted a white 442 sitting in the driveway. There was no mistaking what it meant, Uncle Ray was here. But, why?..and, when? I got excited and curious. When I looked at Grandma, she just gave me a little smile. She knew he would be here and never told me. When I went inside I had to look for him. Him, Dad and Kathy were in my room with packing boxes. I stood in the doorway, looking at them, dumbfounded. "What's goin' on?" "We're doing fine, nice of you to ask and it's good to see you, too." Dad answered. "Hi, how ya doin'?" I answered, getting his meaning loud and clear. "What's up? Why are you packing my stuff?" "Well, it's like this, son." With that beginning I knew my dad was in one of his moods and I'd never get a straight answer from him. He thought this was funny. "Kathy and I decided you're getting so close to the age of being a royal pain in the butt that we should go ahead and trade you in now before we had to pay somebody to take you off our hands. Fortunately, we were able to find someone that thought they might like to have a kid about your age. We tried talking 'em out of it, but they said they'd take the chance. The only condition was all your clothes had to go with you. After thinking about it a couple of seconds, we agreed. Your just in time to help pack." "Daaad, come off it. I know you better than that." was my response. Two could play this game and I'd gotten plenty of practice with him. "How much did you get? Half's mine." With that answer I heard my grandma and aunt break into hysterics. Grandma told my dad he'd played the game with me too much to think he could just get away with it one more time. "Uncle Ray? Come on, what's happenin'? When'd you get here?" I decided to go for someone who might be reasonable with me. "Hey, kid, talk to your dad and Kathy. I just agreed to help pack, so I came down day before yesterday. Your dad said he might need some support when he broke the news to you, but I think he did a pretty good job, don't you?" Okay, so now I knew both of them had taken the same 'dumb ass' pill. Kathy stood there with a big grin, laughing with my grandma and aunt. I gave grandma a pleading look, something that usually worked. She didn't let me down. "Okay, fellas. Fun is fun. Don't you think you're pushing it this time? Maybe you should tell him the truth?" "Mom, don't mislead the kid. Okay, so we did get a little cash. I don't see why we should split it with him; look what he's put us through," dad told her. Grandma's smile started disappearing, fast. That was a good sign for me. "All right. Enough is enough. The two of you ganging up on Brad." Grandma's tone of voice changed so it got their attention; at least, some. "You've had your fun. Can't you see how upset you're getting him? Tell him the truth or I'll take him back with me." "Mom, you don't understand. Sometimes it takes the two of us against the squirt just so we can have an even chance. Besides, I haven't had that much chance to pick on him this summer. Your dear little sweet grandson only called his dad about once a week, if that. My turn to pick." They weren't fussing. This is the way they went at each other all the time. Grandma treating dad like he was still somewhat of a kid, which he was sometimes, and dad wanting to sound like he was rebelling. Grandma always won. "Kiddo," Uncle Ray finally spoke up, "why don't you take a guess what's happening here. Look real close before you say anything." So much for getting a straight answer; I should have known better. I looked around. They were packing all my stuff. Not just my clothes, but everything I had. Then I saw it. They were also packing Larry's stuff. It took me a minute to figure it out. "We're moving." The look on their faces said I guessed right. "Good guess, kiddo," Kathy's turn, now. "While you were working so diligently this summer I was offered a nice position with one of the big five accounting firms. The office I'll work from happens to be near Ray. The position pays more than your dad and I make together right now. There are some things I need to finish first, but that's my problem. The big worry was what or how this would affect you, Larry and Laura." I stood there looking. So far I understood every word, but it really didn't make much sense. "Your dad did some research and discovered the county Ray lives in has one of the best school systems in the state. Their schedule and curriculum is different than here. If you start here, then after four weeks we have to transfer you up there. You'll lose one week in the move and transfer. Plus, they start a week earlier than here, so you'd be two weeks behind and still have to adjust to a different curriculum. Simple solution to the hassles is to let you start school up there. You and Larry will stay with Ray till your Dad and I can get up there and get us a house. Somehow, we didn't think you and Larry would object to staying in that fun house bachelor pad I hear Ray has." I just stood there looking at her. This was unreal. Mind? She had to be kidding. I was going home with Uncle Ray! My problem was that after all the crap they pulled when we got there, I wasn't totally sure Kathy wasn't still kidding around. "Brad, close your mouth son, you look silly," Uncle Ray told me. "Kathy's not kidding. Tomorrow morning, after your grandmother and aunt leave for home, you and I head north. Larry's dad is going to fly him up in three days. Laura is staying in Miami with her dad. Now, how about a little help pulling out some of the clothes you'll want for school and clearing some of this mess? You and I have to sleep in here tonight." "No sweat, we just bought 'em. They're in the car, ready to go." I smiled. Who wanted old clothes for school, especially a new school? Why don't adults understand that a kid doesn't start school in old clothes? That's asking to be left out, cut out and laughed at. *** We shared the air mattress on the floor. My bed was clear, but only because we moved everything to Larry's bed. We lay there with me in my favorite nest, but sleeping wasn't on my mind and he knew it. I lay there and played with his left nipple while I talked to him. "How long do I get to stay with you?" "That depends. Kathy has a couple of tests to take. They need to find a house for all of you to live in, make arrangements to move, clean this place up and turn it over to the rental agent. Your dad and I guessed about six or seven weeks, realistically. Now, I hate to burst your little bubble, but this isn't going to be all fun and games. When it comes to your education, I can make your dad look like a picnic." "Burst your little bubble, but^Å." I said and he knew what I meant. "No, this is what I mean. I'm trying to be serious with you and you want to play games. Understand, when it comes to your education, there is no option for playing around." "I know. I'm sorry, I just couldn't resist it the way you said that. School's no problem when I put my mind to it. When does school start?" "Ten days. First, I have to get both of you registered. Kathy and I picked up your records, yours and Larry's, yesterday." "Will they let you register us?" "Sure, why not. I have a power of attorney for both of you." "Since when?" "On you since the first time you came to visit. On Larry since the first time he came to visit. I can do anything with either one of you that I want." "Uncle Ray? I know what I want; it's been over two weeks since I did anything with anybody except me." I didn't wait on an answer, I rolled over some and nibbled and sucked his nipple. At the same time I reached over and started pinching the other one. His back arched and he took a deep breath. We were on our way. "I got a little bubble butt you can bust if you want to. I'm horny; real horny." "Not tonight, young man. Whether you realize it or not, when you get started you are not exactly quiet. Besides, you haven't been properly prepared." With that said he pulled me on top of him and then up. He clamped his legs around me to pin me down, wrapped his arms around me and attacked my neck. If we had been at his house I would have hollered loud enough for the neighbors to hear. Instead, I took a deep breath and held on, whimpering and loving every moment. It was an instant hardon. We rolled to the side and he didn't let go. I was crushed against him. His arm over the small of my back wouldn't even let me hump him. I whimpered and kept taking deep breaths and didn't know if I should struggle or melt. Swapping from one to the other I begged him to stop while I told him to keep going. Then I felt this finger slide down my crack. "Ohhh gaaaahhhhd ^Åooooohhhhh ^Å. stoooop ^Åyyeeeeaaaah ^Åmoooore .. mooore ^Å do it harder ^Å. Oooohhhh ^Åmmmmmppphhhh ^Å mmmmppphhhh ^Å. yyeeeaaaahhh stick me ^Å. stick me ^Å. Ooohhh ..ooohhhhh ^Å.. bite my tits ^Å. AAAHHHHHH ^Å my balls ^Å your crushin' 'em ^Å. yyeeeaaahhhh ^Å oohh .. oohh .. oohh ^Å uuuuhhhh .. uuuhhhh ^Å oohh gaaaahhhd ^Å." I needed to get my nut so bad I wanted to cry. To keep from hollering out I bit into his shoulder while he squeezed me tight. Then I squirmed all I could until I felt him start humping against me. When he started, I followed for all I was worth. It ended with me whimpering and drooling all over his shoulder. He held me till I caught my breath and then I slid down into my nest. He wiped us off and ran is fingers through my hair while he told me it was time to get some rest. *** My grandma and aunt left right after breakfast. We finished packing clothes for me and Larry, and started loading the car. Uncle Ray made sure we had the computer we used for homework. While we packed he put the towel we used the night before in a plastic bag and stuffed it into a box that was going with us. It would not have been good for dad or Kathy to find that towel and smell it. It felt strange leaving for Uncle Ray's this time. All the other times I knew where I'd be coming back to; but not this time. We were ready to leave around nine thirty, but I wanted to go say goodbye to John. We'd become pretty good friends during the past year. He was the only boy around my age that I didn't have to ride my bike forever to see. We shot a lot of hoops and he helped me get a lot better. When I got to his house, he wasn't there and wouldn't be home till late afternoon. I told his mom what was going on and she said she'd let John know I came by to see him before leaving. We had one another's email address and I knew I could send him a message from Uncle Ray's. On the way 'home' I thought it might be neat if he could come up for a visit some time. We'd worry about that later. We left a little after eleven. We did the usual hugs and kisses, love ya, call me, be good kind of thing. Still, it felt strange that I'd be going to school staying somewhere that my dad wasn't there. Funny thing, sometimes I wondered if he really loved me when I thought about the times he worked my butt over with his belt, plus all the hollering and lectures. I'd never thought about whether he worried if I loved him. When we left I didn't wait for him to do what I always wanted, I did it first. I ran and jumped in his arms and wrapped my arms around his neck. I kissed him on the cheek and told him I loved him. He wouldn't, or maybe couldn't, tell me he loved me, but he did give me an extra tight squeeze. He also told me to be good in that special tone of voice that said he wasn't trying to give me instructions; it was more than that. Dad walked me to the car and helped me get the t-tops out. I hadn't been wearing a shirt since coming back from John's and just tossed one under the seat. When I got in I pulled the lever and let the seat drop to a reclining position. Dad handed me the seat belt. Soon as I had it fastened and straightened up he told me to be good and at the same time smacked me right in the belly. You should have seen the red hand print I had across the front of me. He got me so hard I started to tear up but didn't cry. It really stung. I knew he didn't mean it because he brushed over it with his hand to make it better; fat chance of that happening. While Uncle Ray drove, I set the radio to the right station, which meant it wasn't Uncle Ray's elevator music, and lay back to get some rays. I didn't remember crossing the county line. I woke when Uncle Ray was slowing down on the exit ramp in Daytona Beach. Somebody had spread a shirt over me. "Good morning, sunshine. Hungry?" "Some," I said. "We in Daytona? Who put this shirt over me, I wanted some rays." I was still out of it or I'd have figured out there was only one person that could have put the shirt over me. "Yes. Me. You were getting more than a few rays, you were burning. How about some Krystal burgers?" "No way! You know what gut busters do to you. You'll be fartin' all the way home and I'd have to listen to it. Do we have to do fast food? Can't we go inside and be waited on?" "If you'll put your shirt and shoes on, we can. How about Ruby Tuesday's?" I was probably still half asleep going into the restaurant. It was cold in there. I couldn't believe Uncle Ray would even think of Krystal's for lunch. Both he and Dad told me how, when they were at university together they were on a tight budget and lunch was two Krystals and water every day. They both also told me how they affected Uncle Ray. Dad used to tease Uncle Ray about it all the time. No way did I want to go through that. After lunch, when we got back on the road, I tried to position my seat so I could lay on my stomach and get some rays on my back. That lasted for about fifteen minutes or the first hundred bumps; I'm not sure which was first. One thing was certain, my back didn't like bending that way. I scooted up so my knees were in the seat; I was draped over the back of the seat. My lower back needed some rays so I pushed my pants down some but not so much that I didn't stay decent. Uncle Ray finally told me that anyone we pulled up on or that passed us might think I was trying to moon them. He suggested that I could lie in the sun at the house. When we got home it didn't take nearly as long to unload the car as it did to pack and load. We put everything in what was supposed to be the room Larry and I would share. Soon as we finished the last trip out to the car I stripped and ran for the pool. I hadn't realized how hot it was riding in the car. When I looked I saw that I did get some sunburn down my front. The cool pool water felt good. Uncle Ray came out shortly with the phone and motioned for me to come over. He just handed me the phone and a towel. I knew it meant for me to call my dad. I dried off and did what I should. When I hung up tears formed in my eyes. Uncle Ray saw them. "Uncle Ray, how come my dad won't tell me he loves me?" He sat behind me and pulled me back, so I leaned into him. Then he wrapped an arm over each shoulder. "I think you need to learn there's more than one way to say 'I love you'. I've heard your dad say it many times; not just say it, but almost scream it. Think about the times he's taken off from work to drive you up to Daytona to meet me so you could spend a few days up here. What about the weekends he put you on the bus from university to come here. When I say scream that he loves you, think about this summer. Your dad has given up what most dads would consider their time so you could do what he thought would make you happy. Your dad has trouble saying the words you want to hear, but he knows how to show you he loves you. Understand?" "I think so. I never looked at it like that but when you say it, it kinda makes sense. There is one thing I wish he'd do sometimes though to show me he loved me; I'd really like for him to just walk up and give me a hug. You do it, why can't he?" "I can't explain that to you, Brad. I can tell you that as a little boy he didn't have a dad at home to tell him he loved him or to give him a hug. I think that maybe he just never learned how and now he's afraid to try. Can I suggest something?" I nodded without saying anything. "You keep giving him the hugs and telling him that you love him. Maybe, just maybe, one day he'll figure it out. Just remember though about all the things he's let you do that most kids never have a chance to experience. It's because he loves you." We sat there on the deck with him holding me. We didn't say anything. He just held me and hugged me. Sometimes he'd start rocking a little. It was hot and we both were covered in sweat. "Uncle Ray, no offense, but you kinda stink. You need a bath." I said it with a mostly straight face. He got up and picked me up like we were going inside. Suddenly he turned and we were flying through the air. I hollered and twisted to see where we were. Too late, I saw the water and went under with my mouth wide open. When I came up and got my breath I used both hands to push a wave at him. He dove under and the next thing I knew I was under, too. "Hey! You're not playin' fair. You dunked me and I didn't even get my breath yet." He came over and put his arm around me to support me while I got the water out of my eyes and nose. When he thought I was breathing normal he asked if I was okay. When I nodded I was, he pushed me under again and took off. I wasn't going to get anywhere like that so I got out of the pool. He was swimming under water trying to find my legs and I wasn't there. When he came up and opened his mouth for air, I did a perfect cannonball right in front of him. I swam away under water and headed for the side. My turn to laugh. "Okay, kiddo, you got me back real good. How about a little supper?" He thawed some ground beef and browned it. After it was drained he added some potatoes O'brien and set it to simmer. When he covered the pan he walked up behind me, picked me up and tossed me over his shoulder. "Hey! What'rya doin'? I was settin' the table." He took me in the family room and dropped me in his oversized chair. I wasn't sitting in it; it was more like I was half-laying in it. He spread my legs out and dropped to his knees. He never said a word. He pinned my arms down by my side and attacked my nips with some real enthusiasm. He sucked and nibbled hard. When I sucked air through gritted teeth and tried to arch my back, he pushed down on my arms and swapped nips. I did a dance with my legs and moaned, trying to push my package into him. He kept his stomach just far enough away that I could barely touch the hair that ran down his stomach to his package. I could hear him laughing while I whimpered and squirmed. After a while he stopped, looked at me and asked if I smelled anything. Who cared? God, I was hot and on the edge. I needed my nut now, not to smell something. He stood and pulled me up, tossing me over his shoulder again. He said it was time to eat. "You can't leave me like this! I'm horny as hell and need to shoot. Put me down! Put me down!" I cried. "No, you don't need to shoot. That was just an appetizer. Don't touch yourself." "Uncle Ray, you can't expect me to stay like this. My dick's so hard it hurts." "Don't touch. If you even think about it or trying to rub something I'll tie your hands behind your back. You'll have a rough time eating then. Besides, it'll be more fun for you later." "What are ya goin' ta do later?" I needed to know. "Relax, kiddo. It's a surprise. What do you like for me to do?" "Promise?" I asked all hot, bothered and excited. He nodded. After a supper I almost swallowed whole, we still had to clean up the dishes. I was more than ready for whatever he had planned. When everything was put away he said we still had to wait a few minutes. When I gave him a confused and pleading look he said we needed to give nature time to run its course. After I answered nature's call we got in the shower where I got thoroughly cleaned. Somewhere along the way I'd gone soft again. While he dried me off I started thinkin' about what I knew he was going to do and rose to full salute again. I didn't say anything; I watched him. He had that look on his face that he said was mischievous when I looked that way. This was my night to be carried over his shoulder. When he picked me up again I helped and started giggling. He gave me a friendly pop on the butt and told me I sounded happy for somebody that was about to get tossed on the floor. Oh yeah! He grabbed a light blanket on the way to the family room. Once there, he spread it out using his feet; he wouldn't put me down. I felt his hand on my back and saw my perspective on the room quickly changing as he lay me down. He dropped to his knees and leaned over me. I couldn't help laughing. "Your choice. Boy? or toy?" I thought for a second before I answered "Toy." I wasn't real sure what that meant but knew he'd make it fun. I didn't even consider him hurtin' me. No matter what choice I made, he'd make it fun for me and I knew it. He got up and came back with the cuffs. He cuffed my right wrist to my right ankle; my left wrist to my left ankle. I didn't expect that and began to wonder if I made the right choice. He lifted my butt and placed a throw pillow under my butt and small of my back. He went back to his knees, spreading them so they were just on either side of my butt. He leaned over me and smiled. It was coming. Leaning to his right, he kissed and then nibbled the area behind my left knee. I never knew it was so sensitive. While he nibbled behind my knee the left hand was running his finger nail up and down the back and inside of my leg. With his right hand he ran a finger nail over my treasure hole. "OOOHHH GAAHHD! .. OOOHHHH .. AAAAAAHHHHH .. STOP..STOOOP .. oh gaaaahhhhd ^Å that's not fair ^Å aaaaahhhh ^Å. shit .. shit .. shit .. shit .. oooohhhhh ^Å yeeaaah ^Åyeeeaaahhh ^Å. YYYEEESSSS .. YYYEEESSSS .. ohh fuck! ^Å AAAAHHHH!!!" He played around my hole. teasing me to tears and screaming for more. Finally I felt the coolness of the lube as he squirted it on my treasure hole and began to massage it in. I pushed out like I was taking a dump but he didn't go in. While he tortured my hole he continued to tongue bathe the back and inside of my thigh and rake his nails up and down. His other hand tickled my crack. Feelings came from everywhere and I could only beg and plead for him to do more. "Ooohhhhh gaaahhhd ^Å yyeeeesssss .. mooooore .. do mooore ^Å yeah, harder ^Å stick me ^Å. fuck ^Å yeah, fuck me ^Å. make me feel it ^Å yeeeaaahhh ^Å. oooooooooohh . oh jeeeeze ^Å.. fuck me .. pleeaassse .. fuck me ^Å I love it .. yeah ^Å twist 'em again ^Å. oohhh ^Å fuck ^Å OOHHHH FUCK .." Another finger went in and he went for my magic spot and started pushing it hard. Sometime, while he fingered me, I shot and shot hard, without him touching me. "ooooohhhh Uncle Raaay ^Å oooooohhhh ^ÅYEAH! .. MORE!! ^ÅYEAH!! ^Å AAAAHHHHH!! ^Å fuck .. fuck me ^Å fuck me now ^Å pleeaase ?" I felt his head touch my treasure spot and push in. I tried pushing out and into him. My butt and legs and everything else felt like they were on fire. I wanted him in me; I wanted it bad. I felt his hands on my hips, pulling me. He stopped when he was all the way in and removed the cuffs. I wrapped my legs around him. When he bent down and sucked my nipple in his mouth I wrapped my arms around him and held him there. He didn't move but I began wiggling my butt from side to side. I could feel him moving in me. We were both sweaty and slick. While I held him he put both hands behind my thighs and scraped me with his nails. If he hadn't been on me I'd have cleared the floor. He began a gentle fuck while I held him and mewed; again, I was his wet puppy and loved it. "Ooohhh yeeaah that feels sooo good ^Å. I love feelin' you move in me ^Å ooohhh don't stop ^Å fuck me good ^Å niiicce .. niiicce ^Å mmmmmmppphhh ^Å. don't stop ^Å" He slid in and out, nice and easy. While he plowed me real good he tongue bathed my neck and rimmed out my ears. His fingers worked each nip till they burned. I kept trying to arch my back and push into him when I felt him pushing back into me. I tried to match his movements. I'd lost track of time. We'd been there long enough that I was getting worn out but didn't want to stop. I was his boy and only his boy and I loved it. "Fuck me hard ... do it fast ^Å make me feel it ^Å do it hard ^Å fuck my ass .. plow me .." I wanted to feel him going hard and fast. The nice and easy motion felt good, but I wanted to know my butt had been plowed hard. He didn't disappoint me. He grabbed my hips and pulled me into him. I could hear him breath fast and hard. We both were covered in sweat. "Here it comes ^Å uuuggghhh ^Å uuuggghhh ^Å it's comin' kid ^Å get ready ^Å. yeeeaaahhh ^Å ohhhh FUCK!!! ^Å AAAHHH .. AAHH .. AAHH ^Å there." When I heard him start to shoot I clamped my legs behind his back and held him. When he stopped pumping into me I waited a few seconds and did a sit-up, wrapping my arms around his neck. I held tight and bit into his shoulder. It felt strange feeling his juice shoot into me. I wondered what it felt like for him. Someday, he'd let me find out. When my dick rubbed his stomach, I started shooting again. The butt muscles closing in around his shaft felt awesome. He leaned over and laid me down again. Sitting up, he scooped some of my juice off my stomach and put it on his lips. He scooped some more and put it on my lips. We both licked our lips at the same time. Placing his hands behind my shoulders, he pulled me up to him again. I held tight. I was his boy, we both knew it and liked it. Nothing needed to be said as he carried me to the shower. *** Clean and fresh, we sat in the oversized chair watching television. I sat on his left leaning into him with his arm over my shoulder. Swimming didn't interest me at the moment. I had other things on my mind; things that worried me. "Uncle Ray, I wanna ask you something, but don't get mad at me, okay?" He squeezed my shoulder. "Am ^Å. am I a slut?" I felt him tense, relax and then twist some like he was looking at me. I didn't look up at him; I was afraid to. "Why would you think you're a slut?" he asked simply, running his fingers through my hair. "I heard kids talk about boys that like sex a lot and think mostly about getting their nut. I read some about it too. Sometimes I get feelings like all I want to do is get my nut. I'll play with myself and shoot and sometimes it doesn't go back down. It stays up and I've rubbed it till it was red and hurt." I spoke in a low voice, trying to hide the tears running down my face. He didn't push me, he just held me. "When we worked at the apartments this summer and me and Todd and Tommy worked outside, I'd look at Tommy and get horny. He's only nine months older than me but he's taller and got more muscle. I wondered if I'd grow that much in nine months. There was somethin' else I wondered; whether his dick and balls were that much bigger, too. I wanted to see him naked, Uncle Ray, and there's been boys at gym when we're changin' clothes I've looked at." The tears really started flowing now and I couldn't talk to him any more. He still held me and ran fingers through my hair, letting me calm down. When I calmed down I still didn't look at him; it was easier that way. "I read where boys who do that they call sluts. Some they call cum sluts. If the boy liked ta get fucked they said he was a boy pussy. I don't wanna be a pussy but I keep havein' these dreams about things I wanna do or try. Sometimes I wake up and I've shot and messed up my bed. Is there somethin' wrong with me, Uncle Ray?" He didn't say anything. He let me sit there for a couple of minutes and then lifted me so I lay across his lap, just like when I was little. My head lay against his shoulder. I took a few deep breaths trying to calm down but it didn't help. Turning to bury my face in his shoulder and wrapping an arm around his neck, I just cried. He just held me till I stopped. When I stopped he turned me back around and used the corner of the blanket we'd been lying on to wipe my face. "You feel better now?" I nodded in response. "There's nothing wrong with you. The dreams you have where you wake up and find you've shot off, those are called wet dreams. Every boy has them; unfortunately they're only going to get more frequent for the next few years. They are the result of an illness we call the 'raging hormone disease' that affects all males from their early teens to late twenties." He was trying to sound like it was something I should laugh at, but I didn't like it. "You mean I'm gonna start wettin' my bed for the next fifteen years?" I asked, shocked and unhappy. "Do ya start wearin' a diaper again?" He was laughing now. "No, you don't wear a diaper. Sometimes you'll find it helps if maybe when you take a shower you pay special attention to your personal toy and get your nut. Sometimes that helps avoid the problem during the night. With each guy it's a little different." "So there's nothin' wrong with me 'cause I wet the bed? It wasn't bad?" "No, it wasn't bad. It's normal, and it's normal to be embarrassed by it, but you'll learn to handle the situation. Another thing you need to understand is that boys are competitive by nature. Do you remember running races at school and it was important to be the fastest and win?" I nodded. "That's competition. Right now you are becoming aware of your body and I bet you've heard girls and friends talk about how hot a guy looks and that he has a nice bod. Right? That's wanting to be recognized and admired or accepted by your peers. It's normal. Boys are curious to know if their package is just as big, and hopefully bigger, than other boys. After all, it's your package that helps define you as a boy." He stopped talking, but I kept thinking. I never thought about why I was curious about another boy's package. He was right about one thing, I was curious to see if I was as big as the other guys. Nobody wanted to be different unless it was a good different. Being smaller than the other guys wasn't a good different. "Now, as far as being a slut or boy pussy. You've been using phrases like 'plow my ass' and some others that I've wondered where you learned them. I'm guessing you and Larry have been reading adult sites on the internet, right?" I looked down and nodded. "There's a reason they're labeled adult sites. Mostly because you aren't mature enough yet to separate fantasy from reality. Right now I want you to just trust me when I tell you that you are not a slut or boy pussy. I also want you to promise me you won't be looking at those sites here without talking to me first." "But, Uncle Ray? They're hot stories. You should read some of the stuff they do. Man, you can get horny as hell. Sometimes I have ta stop and get my nut a couple times before I can keep readin'." "Brad, until I'm satisfied that you can tell fantasy from reality, I want the promise. You know, instead of trusting you I could just block the computer. I prefer to think I can trust you." "Okay, I promise. I swear, Uncle Ray, you can trust me. Does that mean Larry, too?" "Yes, it does. I'm going to find a story on the internet for you to read and then we'll talk about what's realistic and what's not. Then we'll take it from there. There's something else I want from you. Think son. Knowing what you've been doing, I'm concerned now why you want to have that cute little bubble butt stuffed like you do. Do you think you need to do that to show you love me?" "Uh-uh, no way, Uncle Ray. It's just that, well, I like it. I don't let nobody touch me there but you. You said that was my special treasure and I won't share it with nobody but you. Larry touched me there once and I let him know it was off limits. It's just that, well, with you it's special. I don't know how to say it but I never even thought about lettin' anybody else do me there. I've never let anybody else do anythin' with me 'cept you and Larry, and only him 'cause, well, he's there and willing and I get real horny sometimes." He laughed and gave me a hug. I hugged him back, real hard. End Chapter Forty-Three Comments welcome: contact Dwight Wilson at adm2780@yahoo.com