Date: Tue, 10 Apr 2007 16:14:17 -0700 (PDT) From: adm2780 Subject: Brads Idol Chapter Forty-Six All rights reserved. Other than downloading one copy for personal enjoyment, no part of this story may be reproduced or transmitted by any means, except for reviews, without the written permission of the author. As in real life, the sexual themes unfold gradually and are kept to a realistic level. Comments on the story are appreciated and may be addressed to the author at adm2780@yahoo.com This story contains descriptions of consensual sexual contact between males, adult and minor. As such it is homoerotic, designed for the entertainment of mature adults. If you are not of legal age to read such material, or if the subject matter would create irresolvable personal moral dilemmas, please exit now. NOTE: Special thanks to Greg for his time and efforts proof reading and editing the chapters. Greg's assistance contributes substantially to a more enjoyable story I have received requests regarding other stories I have or am writing. I am posting simultaneously with this story "New Horizons" under Authoritarian. The story is anti- authoritarian, opposing a lax social system that neglects the innocent. Chapter Forty-Six: Brad's Idol Saturday morning I found myself in bed alone, again. I was tucked in too tightly to have been there alone for very long. Rolling out, I stumbled my way half asleep into the family room where he was reading the paper and with the ever present morning coffee. I worked my way into his lap, ignoring the newspaper he was reading. "Good morning, sunshine," He said too cheerfully. 'Noooo, it's not. You left me again," I mumbled. "You were still asleep, again. Kiddo, why don't you go back to bed? Get the sleep you need. I'll be right here. Do you need some help waking up? I could toss you in the pool and leave you." "No. That's mean; right now I'm waking up. How'd you get the paper? You're still naked." "My robe is on the sofa. It's okay to go out front with that on." "Oh. What's for breakfast?" "Not awake yet, and you're worried about your stomach?" "Priorities," I advised. "Tell you what, I'll make us some French toast and you go get a quick, wake-up shower. You need to get yourself clean after last night. Deal?" "It'd be better if you gave me a shower; bet I'd be cleaner," I teased. "Sorry, kid. Sometimes we just have to bite the bullet and do things for ourselves. This is one of those times." "Hey!" He started pushing me off his lap. "That's not nice. I'm leavin'." I gave him a quick kiss on the cheek and headed for the shower. By the time I finished my shower I could smell the toast and bacon coming down the hall. The smell told my stomach to tell my brain the fuel tank was on absolute empty and needed attention. When I walked into the kitchen he gave me one of his 'never know what he'll do next' looks. My hair was still wet and the towel did go over my body, but not as well as it could have. I was dripping some and glistened. After I poured juice for each of us he handed me a plate and we headed for the patio. "'Member what you said to me about fantasy and realty? You made one of my fantasies real last night. I wondered what it'd be like for me ta go ta sleep with you in me. It was nice. But you were supposed ta be there when I woke up, too." "I'm sorry, you didn't tell me or else I would have been more than happy to stay there. Are you sore this morning?" he asked more seriously. "Not really. When I squeeze my butt muscles I can feel it some, but it's not really what I'd call sore. We gonna do it again?" "Not now; no," he said smiling. "Do it too much and you forget how to appreciate it. Besides, you'd wear an old guy like me out." I just snickered at him. Like he thought I was going to buy that one? "Did I tell you I had a fantasy, too, and you helped make it become real?" "No. What was it? What'd I do?" "My fantasy was that after breakfast you went inside and put on some pants and then I saw you guiding the lawn mower around the yard without me having to fuss with you. You were having a good time doing it, too." "Whaaat?! That's no fantasy; that's a nightmare! You musta ate somethin' that didn't agree with ya." "The other part of the dream showed me you were bitchin' and moanin' about it. You bitched and moaned while you guided the mower. Get the message?" "Yeah," I answered resignedly. "The lawn hasta get mowed and I'm elected. I'm still gonna bitch and moan so your fantasy comes true for you. Wouldn't want to disappoint ya," I teased him and kept a wide berth so he couldn't grab me while I took my dishes inside. Mid-morning in August and already it was hot. I pulled out the mower and he was next to me with the edger and blower. He didn't have a great big yard, but it was big enough. In no time, sweat was pouring off me and him, too. He edged faster than I could cut, but he had to go back and clean off the walks too. The way I was cutting I sometimes got grass cuttings on parts of the walk he'd already blown off. When he finished he didn't leave me, he started pulling weeds out of the flower beds while I finished the cutting. About half way through, my shorts were soaked with sweat. I wasn't watching when suddenly I felt like it was raining. He was shooting me with the water hose. I unfastened the front of my shorts so he could spray me there. I thought he was going to choke when he saw I was going commando. When we finished, he was putting the mower and stuff away when he called me over. "Okay, my little smart ass kid." "I'm not you're smart ass kid, I'm your smart ass boy, remember?" "Okay, smart ass boy. I have something else for you to do. You need to go in and put on some clean shorts, your shoes and a shirt. You're going out," he said while holding me face up and smiling down at me. "Where are we goin?" "You didn't hear me. I said you were going, not 'we'. You need to take my bicycle, I'll adjust the height for you, and go exploring. If you're going to live around here you need to know what and who is around. I have a map inside. I'll show you where you can go and see whatever there is to see and, hopefully, you may run into some kids your age to be friends with. First, rinse off." The look in his eyes said 'fun kind of mischief'. He got the hose and rinsed me. It really felt weird going full blast when he stuck it down the back of my pants and in my crack. Since I was going out in the heat; that was good enough. When I came out he looked and smiled. He thanked me for not trying to wear the special cut shorts. I had on a pair of my cutoffs, damp sneakers, and tucked a 't' in the waist at the small of my back. He looked and even gave me a nod of approval when he saw I was wearing underwear. "I agree, it's a little hot for a shirt, but you need to take one just in case, but don't lose it, please? Take my cell. It's coded for star 1 and it rings here, call at least every hour or so to let me know you're alright. Here's ten bucks to put in your pocket. Now, look at the map. Here we are, here's the school. I'd almost bet you could get into a pickup game there. I made this copy so you could fold it up and put it in your hip pocket. I'll be here if you need me. Now, go find some new friends." Exploring the area was something I'd thought about doing; we were just always too busy. Exploring alone was a lot different than riding in the car with him and looking. I liked being with him, but sometimes there's just some things better done alone and this was one of those things; he knew it or he wouldn't have sent me out. When I got to the school there weren't any cars there, of course; it was Saturday. I rode through the courtyard and made sure to ride everywhere that had a sign that read "No Bikes". This place was huge, a lot bigger than where we went in Ft. Pierce. I rode through a tunnel thing to get out back where they had a track and several basketball courts. There was a game going and one kid standing by himself. With me, that made one more for each team. I rode over and got off, chaining the bike to a pole. After I stood there a couple of minutes, he eyed me and I eyed him. We kind of met in the middle to greet each other and trade names. The guys on the court saw us and asked if I wanted to play, and the day began. First, I made sure to call Uncle Ray and let him know where I was. We did the b-ball thing and then five of us hit a pizza joint. I was glad Uncle Ray gave me money and I had a shirt. The guys were about my age and size and all of us, except one, played ball about the same. The one exception was better than two of us put together. They told me the school was new and kids from three different schools would be going there. It was supposed to be some kind of special deal the school people had going. At thirteen you didn't worry about the technicals, you went where you were told. While we ate I told them I was staying with Uncle Ray just until my parents found a house here. There was the usual stuff about what the rents did, brothers and sisters and all that stuff. I just told them I had one step-brother and one step-sister and didn't want any more. My step-sister could be a bitch and my step-brother was a little nerdy. There was no way I was telling anyone my step-brother was girlie. When they asked me about Uncle Ray I opened my big mouth and said something about the cars and the games he had in the house. I think two believed me and the other two thought I was full of it. I ducked out to the bathroom and called Uncle Ray to find out if I could invite them over for a little bit. I also told him what I did and why I wanted to invite them over. He said I could for a couple of hours, but he expected Larry and Ben before too long. After we ate we all rode around together and they showed me some shortcuts so I didn't have to ride a mile to get somewhere you could throw a baseball to. I called out when we got there and Uncle Ray opened the fence for us to come in. The message was that it was safe; I didn't have to worry about any embarrassing moments of Larry and Ben skinny dipping. The guys were properly impressed by Reginald. Uncle Ray was cleaning the 442. I'd told them about the little special built sports job, but it wasn't there and that was okay. Inside, they made all the right sounds when they saw the pool table and pinball machine. Since there was four of them and one of me, I took Pac- Man and let them have the others. After about an hour and a half Uncle Ray said we had to start getting ready for the company that was coming. They left and my intro was made. Cool. When they left I looked at Uncle Ray and he smiled at me. As I thought, the company was Larry and Ben. He knew that with those games, the guys would hang around all afternoon. He gave me the chance to make my mark and start school heads up. Uncles are nice to have. I gave him a hug. "There's one thing I want you to watch out for. When word gets out about these toys a lot of guys are going to want to be your friend so they can get into our little play land here. I don't want people coming over here every day after school. Two reasons; one is liability and the other is, don't let these guys use you. If they really want to be your friend, they'll understand when you tell them it has to be cleared with me first. Okay?" "'Kay. When's Larry and Ben 'sposed ta get here? We got a while?" "They should be here now, but my guess is they're running a little late. At least, whoever's bringing them is a little late. Just in case it's Ben's mom, how about you keep some clothes on, she may decide to walk in with them?" "Awwww. I had some plans for me and you. 'Member I said I had some fantasies? Well, we did one of 'em last night and I thought we might do another one today." I thought my suggestion might get him going and thinking the same thing as me. "Do I really want to take the chance of asking you what that little fantasy is?" "Well, last night, what we did, I don't like callin' that fuckin'. That was more like you was pamperin' my butt. Those times are extra nice. My next fantasy is for you to sit in your big chair and I'm gonna climb up and put my knees on the arms. I'm still gonna have shorts on too. Then you start playin' and get me all horned up so I get a blow job. When that's finished you pick me up and put me over the arm of the chair, lube me up, and pound my butt. Fuckin's when you do me hard like that and I like it like that sometimes. Like that? We can have a good time," I asked with anticipation; who wouldn't? "I think there's just one thing wrong with that scene. I don't have to get you horned up, I think you're already there, kiddo; and, you have one wild imagination." He teased me, showing a big smile and that special look he'd get in his eyes a lot of the time when we talked. "I'll make a deal with you, kiddo. I'll help you experience that nice horny little dream if you help me enjoy my dream. How's that?" "What's your dream?" I asked, knowing it would be nice for me. "Later, I'm going to take you into the bathroom. We'll turn the warm water on in the shower and sit on the floor. Then I'm going to get you good and clean, including shampooing your hair. When I get you dried off I'll carry you to bed, lay you out and then lie down next to you. After that, I want to hold you and enjoy the sweet smell of my boy. In the meantime, why don't you jump up on the counter and give me a hug?" He helped me up on the counter. Nothing else was said as he placed both hands in the middle of my back and pulled me to him. I wrapped my arms around his neck and hugged him. Shortly he pushed me back and with that special look again, he bent down and kissed my left nipple, then he sucked on it. He raised his head and looked at me; I didn't say anything. He kissed my right nipple, then he sucked it. After that he buried his face in my neck. I could feel his warm breath on me, and he gave me a raspberry. We were well on our way to fulfilling my fantasy when we heard the door slam and a familiar voice called out, "Uncle Ray?" Larry was back, with Ben. Glad Uncle Ray had me keep my pants on too, Ben's mom walked in with them. Talk about lousy timing. I stayed on the counter until I saw Ben's mom. "Hi, Donna, see you brought us the trouble twins," Uncle Ray said as a greeting. "I don't know about trouble, but definitely hungry all the time; hope your stocked up." "No problem. Can I offer you something to drink?" "No, thank you," she responded, "I just wanted to make sure someone was here. I didn't see a car in the driveway. By the way, nice home. Larry said you just got it?" "Yeah, just moved in earlier in the summer. Brad was here most of the summer working. This is Larry's first visit; Ben's too." "Mom!" Ben yelled out from somewhere. My immediate thought was that if I did that, Uncle Ray would let me know we didn't live in a barn. "Come look at the living room. This is unreal." Donna smiled at Uncle Ray and headed in the direction of Ben's voice. She laughed and then stated, "Uhhh-huh. Little boys-little toys. Big boys-big toys. Now I know why you two were so anxious to get up here. Okay guys, have fun. Ray, give me call and let me know when I need to get Ben? If he gives you any trouble, just do whatever you'd normally do with the other two." "Let me walk you out, Donna." We watched them through the windows. Uncle Ray was saying something to her and she was laughing up a storm. The three of us stood there when he came in, waiting for the report. "What?" he said looking at us standing in front of the door. "What was so funny?" I asked him. "Nothing really. I asked her if she minded if Ben went skinny dipping because you two liked swimming like that, but I wouldn't let it happen if she objected. She told me I'd be lucky to keep clothes on him. Seems Ben, and his brothers, like to run around the house naked most of the time. Donna said they were flexing what they call their masculinity." Ben turned a deep crimson. "Damn," Ben said, "she don't mind embarrassing me any." Before he finished what he was saying he was half naked already. "Lar, let's hit the pool," He hollered over his shoulder from halfway down the hall. Uncle Ray turned and looked at me with his 'what are you waiting for' look. I didn't want to hit the pool with them; plus, they'd already messed up the mood we had going when they came in. "Uh-uh. I wanna do somethin' else. How 'bout I help you finish cleanin' the car and then you show me the weights. Then, after we work out maybe we'll let you fulfill your fantasy and think about mine too?" "Somehow, I knew your hormones would work into this, but at least the weights came first." Oh yeah, I planned on getting some hormones going in this one. I just wasn't telling him how. We worked on the car. It was cleaned inside and out. After a thorough cleaning, we applied a light coat of was. At least he didn't give me all the hard and dirty work; we shared. Once the wax was wiped off, he pulled out a big power buffer. He made it look easy so I figured I could handle that. It wasn't that easy until he showed me how to balance the thing, then it pretty much worked on its own. I'd have to admit that even though I did part of the work, we did a pretty good job, actually a real good job. After cooling down some he took me into the exercise room. He had a couple of machines like the ones you see on television, plus a treadmill. There was a bench with dumbbells and a couple of barbells with weights. "Okay, first lesson. You do not come in here and use these weights when you're alone. If you are using a barbell and it slips out of your hand, you could very easily kill yourself; particularly if the bar lands on your head or throat. For that reason, you always have someone with you that can act as a spotter, just in case. Second lesson, you do not use any weight over forty-five pounds. Your bones and joints haven't developed enough to handle weights much heavier. If you use a weight that is too heavy, you could do permanent damage. Got it?" "Yes, sir. But what about the machine like the one you see on television? If they're too heavy or I drop them don't they just fall back to where they came from?" "They do. What I'm talking about is using these free weights. I don't use the heavy barbell when I'm here alone. If I got hurt, who'd be around to keep your little butt out of trouble?" "You got hurt, then I'd have ta come stay here and take care of ya. Remember the little accident on the motorcycle when you busted up your ribs?" I reminded him in what I thought was a nice way. "Yeah, I hear ya. Okay, set those dumb bells at fifteen pounds each and I'll show you how to do some butterflies. They buildup the chest and shoulders so you can show 'em off at the beach. Remember, the key here is to use just enough weight to put a little strain on the muscle, but you want repetitions for definition. If you want to build those great big muscles like you see in magazines, use real heavy weights. Personally, I prefer to see a kid with definition that looks more natural. Some of those muscled up guys look a little gross to me. By the way, your muscles may feel a little tired tonight; tomorrow they'll ache." After the butterflies and couple of other weight exercises, he had me doing crunches for my abs. He said it was to make sure I didn't develop a beer belly gut. I wasn't fat and I didn't make it a habit to drink beer. He had me crunch up and put my right arm pit on top of my left knee, then reverse the move for the left side; said it wiped out the love handles. After doing forty crunches he had me doing push-ups. I didn't see where this had anything to do with the weights. He didn't have me do normal push-ups. I had to stick my feet on top of the weight bench so part of my weight was down on my arms. The first ten weren't bad at all, the next ten took some effort and the last five were rough. "Hey, Uncle Ray, how come I'm doing all the execise? What about you?" "I did them yesterday. I'll do another set tomorrow." Yeah, uh-huh. "I got another question." He just looked over at me. "What's for supper? You see what time it is?" "Oops. Ben and Larry haven't said anything about being hungry. Maybe they've eaten already." "I doubt it. Those two can eat anytime. They're just busy in the pool right now, that's all. Go mention food and see what happens." I thought Uncle Ray would have known that with an increase in hormones comes an increase in appetite. "How about some spaghetti and a salad. I'll brown some hamburger, pour in a jar of sauce and I'd say we should be ready in about twenty minutes. Good enough?" "Yeah. I can help, too." "Think you could mix a good salad?" he asked me like that should be some complicated thing to do. He did the spaghetti and I did the salad. I also sliced some the French bread we had, applied some butter and slipped it into the oven. When everything was ready we carried the plate out to the patio. Larry and Ben figured they were getting some pretty good treatment until we finished. "Okay guys, since Brad and I fixed supper, who's volunteering for cleanup duty?" Larry and Ben both just sat there looking down like nothing was said. "I'll repeat that. Brad and I cooked. Who's volunteering for cleanup? That means taking the dishes in, loading the dishwasher, etc. Do I hear any volunteers?" I kicked Larry under the table and he hollered. "Larry, I knew you'd want to volunteer and make sure you and Ben did your fair share. Brad and I thank you. By the way, just load the dishwasher; I'll run it when we go to bed." Uncle Ray and I hit the pool while the supper table was cleared. We took turns doing back dives off the board. We were far from being pros and smacked the water kind of hard a couple of times, but who cared? When the other two came back we made it a point to hit a couple of cannon balls in front of each of them. There was the normal horsein' and grab-assin' around for a little while until I needed to go in. When nature decided it was time for me to get out, I told Uncle Ray it was time to fulfill his fantasy. After I satisfied the natural demands on my body and flushed everything away, I told Uncle Ray there was another part of me that needed to get flushed. He gave me one of those 'you're weird' looks and then I got flushed three times. Feeling very clean and fresh we sat on the floor of the shower. He leaned against the wall while I sat between his legs and leaned into him. It's hard to describe how relaxing it feels to lean back and be held while someone gently runs their fingers through your hair. The shampooing was like a slow motion massage with one hand while the other hand traveled slowly over my body. As the finger tips crossed a nipple, they paused for a moment to press and circle the nub. When the right hand traveled from left to right, his hand rolled so only the thumb nail had contact with my skin; then he pulled the nail up my side. I reached behind me to keep his twins warm in the palm of my hand. "Why is it I have a sneaky suspicion my boy is up to some mischief tonight?" he whispered in my ear, nibbling the lobe at the end of the question. "Because he might be?" I teased; then I turned my head and kissed him on the cheek. "Ummmmm, I ever tell you that you smell good?" That was part of his fantasy; mine was a bit more lively as I planned on letting him know. We sat in the shower till the water started turning cool. When we got out he used a fresh towel to pat me down till I was dry. When we left the bathroom he headed to the family room where I could hear the television was going. It wasn't probably two minutes later I showed up wearing a pair of my special shorts. He just smiled as I climbed up on the chair and put my knees on each arm; I dropped the jar of Vaseline in the chair beside him. He shifted my ankles so they were on the inside of the arms and I sat down, looked at him and smiled. He remembered my fantasy. "You really want to do this now?" He asked while he slipped his arms between my legs and began tickling the back of my thighs and butt. "You know we're not alone right now." 'That's part of it; not bein' alone, I mean. Last night I got pampered, tonight I wanna get a good fuck. I wanna get kind of raped and dominated, but it's gotta be a good kinda rape and dominated. I wanna be 'slut boy' tonight," I told him. "What on earth are you talkin' about? I've never heard of a good kind of rape and dominated." He told me while he looked at me like I'd lost my mind. "It's this story I got off the 'net. Now don't get mad, I got it before we had to promise not to go on there without tellin' ya. I got this one while you wee at work. Ya see, slut boy is the new kid that wants to get into this club. The initiation is he has to be the slut that gets fucked and messed over by the other boys. The only rule is nobody can do anythin' ta hurt 'im, but they can do anythin' they want to make him beg for more. That's what I want, I wanna be 'slut boy' tonight." I could hear Larry and Ben on the sofa laughing. "Oh, shit, this outta be hot!" Ben whispered like he was in a saw mill. "Boy, you gotta be nuts." That's all I heard as Uncle Ray kept tickling my thighs and butt. "Okay, but don't blame me; you asked for it." He continued to tickle my butt. I felt him take both wrists and pull them behind my back; he held me with one hand. I pushed my package up to his face and he took a deep whiff, but nothing more. Anytime he moved his face, I moved my hips so my package was in front of his mouth. He kept teasing me. He pulled me down to start working my nips, then my neck and ears. My butt was below my heels, so I sat low enough that I couldn't adjust my position. He held me there. I didn't complain; I moaned and urged him on for more. When he started letting me up I humped my package into his face. I had a hard, hard boner and wanted relief; he didn't help matters. He kissed all around my package, through the shorts. Then he started pulling the shorts down using his teeth. He pulled only a couple of inches at a time. While his teeth pulled my shorts down, his fingers started working my crack, teasing the edge of my treasure. My response was to whimper. At some point he got the jar of Vaseline open. I don't know when and didn't really care. I did care about what he was going to do with it. He put a dab on the treasure lips and began that crazy thumping thing of his that he knew drove me nuts. He'd thump five or six times and then press in a little. He'd wind up pressing in several times before he really started going in. While I squirmed and begged him to stick me, his mouth sucked my nipples and chewed around the edges. He kept going till I really was whimpering and squirming like his little wet puppy; and I was. I remembered him saying something to one of the others about getting a blanket spread on the floor. He pulled me in tight and we slipped down to the floor. God, I was so glad when he finally pulled those shorts off me. My dick felt like it was gonna break in those shorts. He kept my butt in his lap when he lay me down and spread my arms out perpendicular to my body. This is when he really went to work nibbling and teasing. He whispered in my ear. "Are you my slut boy?" I whimpered in answer. "Do you really want to get fucked?" "Ooohhh, yeah, fuck me --- do it - now!" I squirmed while he still held me down. I wiggled my butt looking for his pole, pushing myself into him. He kissed and caressed his way down my stomach and gave me a raspberry in my navel. Then he kissed and licked his way down to the top of my package. I humped, trying to stick my dick in his mouth; or, at least, feel his tongue lick the head. This whole time I was only slightly aware of Larry and Ben watching the action while he turned me into his whimpering toy. That made it that much hotter. I was being controlled in a good way, not hurt. "Fuck me, Uncle Ray. Stick that dick in me and pound the shit out of my hole. Make me know you're in me ----- pleeeaaase!" He motioned for the other two to come over. That wasn't supposed to be part of it. I just looked at him. "You wanted to be slut boy. Remember, never go half way. Tonight, you get to be slut boy." He looked at the other two. "Put a leg over his arm so he can't get loose. Then guys, he's all yours. Slut boy is tonight's entertainment. Twist, tweek, nibble, tease anywhere and everywhere you want. You heard him, it's what he wanted." "No! Uncle Ray, don't tell them that; there's no tellin' what they'll do." "He's right boys. You can't do just anything. You can't hurt him, but you can make him beg for more. Enjoy, guys." "Oh, shit!" I cried out. They acted like my nips were pieces of candy for them to chew and lick on. At the same time I could feel him lift my hips and his finger penetrated my hole. He shoved it in and I arched my back as best I could; it felt unreal in a good way. His finger twisted in me and found my magic spot. He immediately began a tapping on my spot. With each tap I jumped and cried out my pleasure. I kept my back arched. Was it from his finger, or the boy's playing with me? Lost in a world of sexual pleasure, I begged for him to fuck me. When I begged enough, another finger slipped in, then a third. My legs locked around his torso and I pulled as hard as I could. The boys had me pinned to the floor so I couldn't reach what I needed. I whined and loved it. "Oh, shit, man; I can't much more of this" Ben complained. "Uncle Ray, he wanted you to pound his ass, do it! Let 'im have it! I gotta shoot my wad, and now!" "Boys, he wanted to be slut boy. Keep him there. I'm going to make him shoot without touching him. You two go ahead and shoot, use him for a target and we'll let him have his fantasy. Initiate him into the club." With that said, I felt his tool slowly enter my treasure spot. He didn't go just a little bit and wait for me to adjust. It was a slow and steady entry. When he was all the way in I thought my gut was going to bust. He did wait a minute or so after he was all the way in and then started a slow and easy pistoning of my butt. I tried pulling on him with my legs. I wanted it rough this time. I didn't want to be pampered, I wanted a solid, old fashion fuck. I was conscious enough of what was happening to see them start to jack off. He pulled my hips up and started really pounding into me. With each thrust I cried for more. "Oh yeah! ----- gaaaahhhhdddd, fuck me! --- fuck me hard! --- harder! ^Ö harder!! ^Ö oh yeah ^Ö yeah ^Ö ooohhh ^Ö mmpphh ^Ömmpphh ^Ö mmpphh ^Ö Uncle Ray? ^Ö Uncle Ray?! ^Ö oooohhhhh --- aaaaaahhhhh --- aaaahhhh ^Ö aaaahhhh --AAAAHHH ^Ö AAAHHH ^Ö AAHH- AAHH ^Ö AAAAAHHHH!!!!!" My dick felt like the end was going to blow off. There was so much cum landing on me I didn't know where it came from. The whole time, Uncle Ray rocked my universe with his pounding my butt. I could hear each time my but was struck by his torso. He was breathing hard and loud. Finally, finally, it ended. I lay gasping for air and trying to focus on what was around me. He never pounded me like that or sent me so far out of it. I was gasping for air and exhausted. Then there was a different sensation that drove me wild. I started laughing and giggling, begging for it to stop, but I couldn't stop laughing. Larry and Ben were giving me a tongue bath. My nipples were so sensitive I wanted to clear the floor every time they touched me. I looked at Uncle Ray. He looked down at me, smiling. He stopped my agony and pleasure. He picked me up and carried me to the shower where I was rinsed off and had my butt cleaned out. After I was dried, he carried me back to the family room where we sat in his chair. I liked it when he cradled me in his arms and I wrapped my arms around his neck, burying my head in his shoulder. Soon, I'd be too big for this treat. I was already too big to curl up in his lap like I used to, but I curled up next to him and leaned in with his arms around my shoulder. Larry and Ben were in their room. The sounds coming through the walls left no doubt about what they were doing. I didn't care. I gave Uncle Ray a hug and a kiss on the cheek. "Love you too, kiddo. Are you alright?" he asked with real concern in his voice. "Yeah.," I answered quietly. "That was different. I felt a lot of different things and it was unreal." I said becoming enthusiastic before turning serious with him. "Sometimes it hurt a little when you pounded me real hard, but it felt good at the same time. But you know what, Uncle Ray? 'Slut boy' once was enough. It was fun, but I like it better when it's just me and you, okay? I like it when you pound me some, but I like it better when you pamper me." I felt him squeeze my shoulders and kiss me on top of the head. I pulled his arm around tight across my chest and snuggled in. We sat there and watched the movie. End Chapter Forty-Six. To Be Continued: comments welcome, contact Dwight Wilson at adm2780@yahoo.com