Date: Tue, 3 Apr 2007 15:42:54 -0700 (PDT) From: adm2780 Subject: Brad's Idol Chapter Forty-Five 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 Tried "Never Take Love For Granted" yet? I didn't write it, a friend did. Each chapter gets better than the previous chapters. Chapter Forty-Five: Brad's Idol The next morning I woke and could feel Uncle Ray behind me. He had an arm resting on my shoulder. I reached back with my hand and discovered it wasn't Uncle Ray; it was Larry. Looking around, Uncle Ray was no where to be seen. The clock said it was almost ten; I knew he'd gone to the office. When he came home Larry and I were playin' in the pool. We thought he'd join us but, instead, he said we had to get dressed and register for school. Larry was supposed to gather some clothes to stay with Ben a couple of nights. No surprises, but I noticed something different. Uncle Ray didn't sound happy; he sounded sad like something was wrong. Before we got dressed we made sandwiches for lunch. Add chips, pickle and drink; nothing else required. The only thing was, if somebody walked in, Uncle Ray was dressed and we were still naked. This was our normal state of dress and we liked it. Actually, I waited for Uncle Ray to say something, but he didn't. Something was definitely wrong because he told us to get dressed before we got out of the pool; we should have been dressed before we ate and we weren't. Registration was pretty simple. Uncle Ray had our files but someone had sent a copy up because the school already had them. Our schedules were already set except for one class that was an elective. The lady said because my other classes were full she couldn't change anything and I'd have to pick from what was available for my open period. I took Wood shop figuring that should be an easy alpha. Larry chose Home-Ec - sweet. I was real good and didn't say a thing, even though it was tempting. The school gave us a list of supplies we needed to get. Through all this Uncle Ray would normally be teasing us he didn't say much of anything. We drove Larry to Ben's house. We went in and talked to his mom for a few minutes. One of his brothers was there, but he ignored us. We found out school didn't start until Wednesday so they decided Larry could stay at Ben's Thursday and Friday nights and Ben would be with us Saturday and Sunday nights. Somehow it was decided it was best if we started our school bedtime schedules on Monday night. I just looked at them and wanted to ask why; we shouldn't have to do that until Tuesday night. A look from Uncle Ray let me know to drop it. Driving back home I looked at Uncle Ray. He was starting to make me feel sad and I didn't even know why we were sad. He asked me if I wanted to see how the apartments were doing and I told him that would be cool. I didn't think that they would change much in two or three weeks, but whatever he wanted to do, I'd go along. Actually, with people living in them now, curtains, cars, kids toys and all the rest you'll see around apartments, they did look a little different. They looked better; lived in. There wasn't a sign outside so I asked him if they were for sale. He told me they didn't put the signs out on apartments because it made the tenants nervous, but there were two parties interested. He said it was time to go home. We'd get the school supplies on Monday when Larry could be with us and pick his out. I was glad to be going home. Maybe I could find something to make him happy again. "Uncle Ray, can I ask ya something?" He looked at me like that was a dumb question. "Well, you don't look or sound happy. Are you mad with us? Did we do somethin' wrong?" He looked at me and reached over like he wanted me to scoot over, closer to him. It was kind of hard with bucket seats and a console between us, but I tried. "You haven't done anything wrong. I didn't mean to make you feel like you did. Do you remember when I told you about that story I looked at on the computer, the one I didn't like?" "Yeah." "Well, I was hoping that maybe I'd read it wrong and it would get to be a fun story. It didn't; it got worse. It started talking about training rooms for the boys and I didn't like it." "What's so bad about training rooms? Boys like to work with weights and things." "Does 'things' include small rooms with no windows and steel doors; furnished with a big wooden table with manacles. The walls decorated with punishment canes and whips. And this is for kids your age and younger." "Uncle Ray, that's scary. Don't talk about that no more, please?" I was getting scared just listening to him. I knew there was more he wasn't telling me; my stomach didn't feel so good then. About that time we pulled into the driveway; the power gate opened and we drove in behind the gate. We were back in our world. "Change of subject." He was trying to sound happy now. "What would you like to do? Would you like to go out to dinner, maybe a movie?" "Can we stay home tonight, just you and me?" "Kid, I can't think of anything I'd rather do. Just you and me tonight. Now, what would you like for just you and me to do?" "Do we have ta do anything? Why can't we just hang out and veg?" We went inside and both of us stripped. Usually I was naked before I hit the bedroom. This time I waited till I got there to even start. I kept watching him. He stripped and put his things away. Instead of leaving the room he turned the shower on. The water got real hot until the room looked like a steam bath. He didn't say anything; he just stepped in and stood there. I watched him and then walked in with him. He had that water so hot it burned, but I didn't complain or leave. I stood there looking at him for a minute while he held his face up to the water. Then I wrapped my arms around his waist and lay my head against his stomach. We just stood there. I wanted to cry, but didn't know why. If it would help him, I would have anyway. I don't know how long we stood there. I didn't care because I was used to the hot water now. Eventually, I reached around and turned the water off. Without saying anything I handed him a towel which he wrapped around my shoulders and used to dry me off and then dried himself. Maybe it was the hot water and steam, but he looked like he'd been crying. We headed towards the kitchen with him following me. Just before we got there he put his hand on my shoulder and turned me around. He dropped to his knees and sat back on his heels. "Have I ever asked you if you knew what is the most beautiful thing God put on this earth?" "Once; you said it was a boy. Back then you said it was a pre-prubescent boy." He smiled. "That's pre-pubescent. I have changed my mind about that. You know what I think is the most beautiful thing God ever put on this earth now?" I shook my head and he put his hands to the side of my chest. "The most beautiful thing God put on this earth is a young adolescent boy. The most beautiful of the young adolescent boys is my boy." He tweaked my nose and grinned; I wrapped my arms around him. I knew he was trying to come out of his mood and I liked how he did it. "Love you Uncle Ray. I really, really do." He had an arm around my back. He put the other one behind my legs, lifted me up and set me on the breakfast bar. He pulled away after a couple of minutes. "After all that time at Ben's, we kind of blew our afternoon, didn't we? It's almost supper time; hungry?" "Not much. How 'bout just a bowl of soup and maybe a halfa sandwich?" "Your wish is my command, young sir." "In that case then, after we eat, how about some pinball? We'll play two games. Top score chooses what we do tonight and tomorrow." "Deal." *** We played one warm-up game. After I saw my score I wanted that one to count; it didn't. We were pretty close on the first game and then I told him I was warmed up and ready to kick butt. The first ball out went almost straight to the side trap; I didn't even get to hit the flipper. Not with him; I could've taken a nap he played so long. My second ball wasn't too bad. I got quite a few points but I still didn't match on my two balls what he got on his first. His second wasn't nearly as good as the first, but he still had the lead. My third ball was the way all of them should have been. I played and played. The secret was to get a rhythm going and I definitely got the rhythm. At the end of the third ball I had a nice lead on that game and overall. He could catch me, but not if he didn't get the rhythm. He tried and he did real well till suddenly there was an offensive buzzer and everything went dark except the little sign that read 'TILT'. My game! My choice for the evening and tomorrow! After the pinball match he suggested we play some pool. I agreed so long as it didn't change the bet. He agreed. When I thought about another time we did this I said we had to play eight-ball, not 'rack Brad's balls'. He laughed; that was good. We talked some while we played; this was a nice change. When he asked me about the next day I told him I'd like to go to the beach at that state park. I remembered seeing signs where they had bike trails and rented bikes. We did play a long time and I was getting tired. Outside it was getting dark which meant it was also getting late. Taking him by the hand I led him out side to his chaise. I went back in and got two bug candles and turned on the stereo that he had set to some light jazz; not my thing, but I could handle it. It was still summer and the mosquitoes would want to dine on my sweet little butt and I didn't want that. After lighting the candles I lay down next to him, getting in the same position I liked at night. His fur tickled. "Uncle Ray, do me a favor." He patted my butt. "Don't look at that story no more. I don't like it when you get in a mood like today. Okay?" He patted my butt and ran his fingers through my hair. We didn't say anything. I kissed him on the nipple, not to get anything going, just 'because'. I woke some when he picked me up. Wrapping my arms around his neck I buried my head in his shoulder and nuzzled some. When he lay me down on the bed I kissed him on his cheek before letting go. When he settled in, I found my nest. *** It was late morning before we got to the park. It took almost an hour from Uncle Ray's house. He packed us a couple of sandwiches with chips, fruit and drinks so we could do what we wanted when we felt like it. Besides a nice beach, bikes, and trails, another thing I liked was this park had facilities on the beach, including showers. I remembered being real little and going to the beach with dad and people from university. When I had to go real bad one time, and not just pee, he took me over the sand dune and dug a hole. He took my swim suit off and made me squat over the hole and do my thing. Afterwards he kicked sand over the hole and carried me under his arm into the ocean. When the waves came in he held me so my butt got washed and then I got my suit back on. When I was real little, fine - not now! We parked the car and I started taking off my cut-offs. When he looked at me I just smiled. I hope he didn't think I was going to run around here naked. It would have been fun but there were a lot of people around. I had my special cut light yellow jogging shorts on underneath. They looked great with my tan and I did have a nice tan. "Lookin' kinda cheeky there, aren't ya kid?" he said laughing. "Think I should roll the waist inside some?" I taunted and showed him how it'd roll down to the top of my package and still cover almost all of the crack. "I think about half way between the package and belly button is just fine, young man." Oops. 'Young man' meant that's where it would be; no playing around. We rented our bikes and had to have helmets, too. There was a high-school kid handling the bike shop. When he saw me wearing my special shorts I noticed he gave me several long visuals. Instead of going straight to the beach we headed for the trails. Glad I had my sneakers on. "Hey, Uncle Ray, you see that kid in the shop eyeballin' me?" "He was probably trying to decide if he was goin' to hafta get his bikes back from the cops after you got us both arrested for too much cheek exposure." "No he wasn't. He was admirin' my butt. I wanted to tell him it was private property, but decided I shouldn't. Besides, them thong things they sell for men and women show a lot more than I am now." "Want me to get you one?" he asked smiling. "Only if you want me to show everybody your private property," was my answer. We rode a long ways. The bikes were equipped with water bottles that we had to stop and fill a couple of times. This place was a lot bigger than I thought. Something else I hadn't thought about recently started grumbling at me, my stomach. Uncle Ray heard it and smiled. A few minutes later we were at the parking lot. Funny, how breaking through the trees and dunes, it got a lot cooler and there was a breeze. We found a table under a canopy in the picnic area and had either a late lunch or a very early supper. After we ate we rode the bikes along the beach. Uncle Ray said we rode down a couple of miles and had to turn around and go the other way. On the way back this little kid kicked his ball right in front of me. The ball was okay; it was the kid chasing the ball I had to avoid. I turned the wheel, squeezed the brakes and went down. I landed on 'soft' sand, if there is such a thing, and in the water. A lady ran over and grabbed the kid and then asked me if I was all right. By then Uncle Ray was getting the bike off me and I was spitting out the salt water that was splashing into my face. When I rolled over and got up, Uncle Ray looked at me and started laughing like he was going to split a seam or something. I just looked at him. "Don't look now kiddo, but those shorts you're wearing, those are the ones that are see- through when they get wet. And they are wet all over and they do show it all." He kept laughing and I wasn't sure if I should blush, laugh or run. I was used to being naked so I let everybody that wanted to look, look. The lady was real nice and thanked me for taking the spill and not hitting her little boy. Sure thing. I saw a couple more guys my age, maybe a little older, staring at me. That was okay with me, I didn't have anything to be ashamed of. I had a nice body, a decent package and Uncle Ray said I had a cute bubble butt. Let them look; I enjoyed the attention. Wonder how many realized I didn't have hardly any tan lines? We rode back past the parking lot and kept going a little ways. One thing I noticed was I now had sand caught around my package and in my crack. It didn't feel very good and I told Uncle Ray. He told me to park the bike and run into the water and rinse it out. When I asked how I was supposed to do that I got a 'don't ask dumb questions' look. I ran out in the water. When I was deep enough I pulled them down and did what I needed. I took my shoes off and got it out from between my toes too. When I ran back to him he was grinning from ear to ear. I asked him 'what' and he said I had to be an original test model that got rejected somewhere along the way. Whatever that meant. Besides, I wasn't showing any more than when I ran out into the water. With me rinsed off we headed back to the bike shop and then hiked to the parking lot. I say hiked because we didn't take the short paved route. We kind of created our own through the woods and stuff. Sometimes those bushes could hurt, but it was fun to explore. We grabbed towels and clean shorts and headed for the showers. I didn't know they were outside. When he told me to shuck the see-throughs and get the cut-offs, I thought he was joking. Out here? "Brad, as much as you like to run naked at home, and given the show you gave people today, don't tell me you're getting shy now." I dropped them right then and there and took my time putting the others on. I also stayed facing the wall and tried to be sure I was in front of him. He rinsed off and then went inside and changed in the men's room. It was a great day at the beach. It was a long day at the beach. We had the t-tops out and I didn't want to put a shirt on but he made me. He said I had enough sun for one day and he didn't want me getting any kind of sun poisoning, especially this close to school starting. Gee, thanks. We weren't far out of the park before I went out. I woke when we bounced pulling into the parking lot at his favorite seafood place. Guess this was to be supper. Good thing they allowed casual. I was in a tank top, cutoffs, flip-flops, and commando. I hoped my shoes would dry out in time for school. I didn't realize how hungry I was, or how thirsty. They always brought out crackers and a shrimp dip or spread when you got the menu. Two bites and I was ready for anything as long as it was a lot. We both got fried shrimp plates that came loaded with shrimp, fries and hush puppies; real, old-fashion, Southern style hushpuppies. I ate so much I had to unsnap the top of my shorts while I sat there. I didn't bother to fasten them going out either. The shirt covered everything. I probably had three glasses of Coke and Uncle Ray downed a couple of tall beers. I was tired going in and wired coming out! When we got home Uncle Ray said he was pooped and ready to sit down. I took him by the hand and when he looked at me I shook my head. "That's not in the plan. Remember, I won the bet and the day's not over. We need a shower and I need to be pampered. I deserve it after fallin' in the ocean." "Bull. That's a convenient excuse. We did what you wanted, didn't we?' "Now let's go. You're not goin' back on your word are you? Remember^Å" "I know. Let's go," he said and led the way, pulling me behind him. He undressed and I stood there looking at him. When he looked at me I gave him my best 'well' look and waited for him to undress me. Quality pampering. I gave some too and in the shower I soaped him up and made sure he was clean. After I did his front I turned him around and took care of his back. I dropped to one knee to do his legs and coming up, ran a finger tip up his crack. When I turned him around I saw that my little trick had the desired effect. When it was his turn to do me, I leaned into him and enjoyed the way he could give me a bath and a massage at the same time. He played the finger in the crack trick with me and it had the same effect. When he turned me around to do the front I heard him laugh a little when he looked down. After the shampoo he thought he was finished until I bent over and offered my rear view. I told him I still planned on riding the pogo stick before going to sleep. Taking his hand, I led him into the bedroom. When he lay down I straddled him with my knees pulled up towards his chest. We didn't need to say anything to one another. He rubbed his fingers through my hair and I could hear him smell it, then he kissed me on the head. I played with his nip, flicking it with one finger. After a few minutes I turned my head and played with the other nip. He used one finger to draw circles and lines over my butt. Finally I did a push-up so I could look him in the face and said he should stay where he was. Retrieving a towel from the bathroom, I pulled out the lube and set it on the nightstand. Before returning to bed I turned on the radio; it was set to the same soft jazz station. I climbed back on top but this time I put my hands above his shoulders so I could lean down on him. I wanted to be pampered, but I wanted to give to him too. He looked me in the eyes, running his fingers along my cheek. "How's my boy?" "Feelin' good. How's my mentor?" Without a word he pulled me down gently so my nipple was over his mouth. The whimpering and moans began when his tongue made contact and his hand gently cupped my thigh. He rolled me to my side with my arms extended over my head and began his attention under my arms. I whimpered and squirmed, relishing his touch. Tonight was gentle and relaxing. I was his boy and didn't want to be anything else. He bathed me from nip to arm pit across to the neck, thoroughly reaming my ear. Then he swapped sides and repeated the path in reverse. When he started to move down, I stopped him. Pulling him down close to me I kissed his cheek and worked my way to his ear and then to his neck. I nibbled the lobe before caressing the side of his neck. My efforts would leave a mark for anyone to see over the next few days. He showed me how to feel good, I tried to do the same for him. When I finished with the other side of his neck he pulled me up, looked at me and smiled. "You are sui generis. Don't ever change," he told me. "What's sweet genris? Is that good?" I asked, confused. "It's sui .. gen.e.ris. It means you are unique, one of a kind, in a class all by yourself. In your case I think that's not only good, it's great. Don't ever change." The look on his face as he spoke meant everything. The smile wasn't a laugh, it was more like, I guess, caring or even love. "Uncle Ray, pamper me? I like it when you do that and tell me I'm your boy." "You will always be my boy, don't you know that?" Pamper me he did. Burying my face in his neck he began again with sliding his tongue in my ear. I could feel it move gently in and out and then the nibble on my ear lobe. Deliberately, I kept my arms up high so he would play with me in my pits. It tickled, but it sent chills all through me when he sucked on the tender skin in the pit. His tongue pleased one area while his hands worked another from my nips to my package and beyond. I moaned, taking many deep breaths caused by the sensations he sent through me. Occasionally he gave me raspberries, especially on my stomach and down my sides, that caused me to giggle while I continued to whimper and tell him to do more. When did he roll me on my stomach? I didn't know when it happened. I did know I was experiencing new sensations from the back of my legs and the bottoms of my feet. This was new territory. When he started licking inside my thigh I thought I'd lose it all then and there. When he worked his way up my crack he gave me a raspberry right in my crack that made me giggle. When he reached my neck I rolled over and pushed on his shoulders. He let me guide him down. I lay across him trying to emulate everything he did to me. I pushed my tongue as deep into his ears as I could, pulling out and pushing in as I reamed the sides. Tonguing his neck I let my saliva run down his neck and spread it with my tongue while each hand worked a nipple, twisting and pinching; rewarded with his moans, grunts, and quick breaths. Before moving on I whispered in his ear for him to stretch me while I continued to give him pleasure. His tool was pressed between us; I kept it warm. When I reached his package he placed a hand in my crotch and turned me. I lay on him straddling his chest. As I bathed his pole, he bathed my treasure, causing me to again arch my back. I had to let him go to draw breath through clenched teeth. Cupping his twins, each received special attention as I felt my twins sucked into the warmth of his mouth. My breath was in short, quick gasps. I let him know I was close and didn't know if I could hold it. He lifted my hips and took me as deep as he could. He didn't give me a choice. I held him tight and cried out as he drained me dry. When my breathing began to settle I turned around and lay on him, dropping my feet and legs to the bed. With arms propped on his shoulders and holding his head in my hands I simply looked at him. We rubbed noses and I kissed each cheek and told him his boy loved him. Sliding off to his side and lying on my stomach I turned my head to look at him. "My treasure's gotta itch, it needs you." He shifted around, placed a towel under me and began to massage the lips marking the entrance to my treasure. The lube was cool but quickly turned warm. He continued to give attention to the rest of my body while he pushed in his finger, worked me around for a little while and then slipped in another. There was no pain when the second went in, only the promise of something nice to come. When he asked me if I was ready I nodded and shifted my legs to give him room. With one hand on my shoulder, the other under me, he whispered in my ear that he was entering me. I pushed out and felt the warmth of his fullness. That night was the longest we ever spent until that time, showing each other how much we cared. Nothing was rushed. I relished the feel of him moving in and out of me. He moved till he found the right angle and massaged my magic spot with each stroke. We both were breathing hard and fast. I cried and whimpered, letting him do anything he wanted. I came again. His hand moved down to claim some of my juice which he spread on his lips and then on mine. He spread some on my shoulder and then cleaned it off. I was in heaven and didn't want this to ever end. He had his boy in paradise. It did end as it must always. When I felt him begin to fill me I pushed back and squeezed, to milk all I could from him. He was panting hard; I felt his warm breath on my neck and his arms around me. When he started to pull out I reached back and stopped him. "Don't. Stay in me. Hold me?" He slid an arm under my head, kissed me on the neck and pulled me in close. End Ch Forty-Five To Be Continued: comments welcome; contact Dwight Wilson at adm2780@yahoo.com