Date: Tue, 22 May 2007 19:42:33 -0700 (PDT)
From: adm2780 <adm2780@yahoo.com>
Subject: Brads Idol  Ch Fifty-Two

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"Never Take Love For Granted".  It's written by a friend of mine and is
posted under Adult/Youth.


Chapter Fifty-Two: Brads Idol

One of the things you have to accept if you're going to hang around Uncle
Ray is that you will, with or without meaning to, learn some local history.
That is over and above learning to appreciate how to dance, handle yourself
at a formal dinner table, concerts, music, art, the symphony and antique
cars.  That day, Sunday, was the day for me to get acquainted with what I
termed my new training grounds.  Actually, I had been here one other time,
but didn't appreciate the significance at that time.  I had also learned
some of the history behind the place.

When I woke up that morning I felt pretty good, even though I was a little
sore.  I got what I asked, or begged, for; a good ass pounding.  I fell
into such a deep sleep I had no idea when Uncle Ray got up.  I just woke to
find myself alone and neatly tucked in.  Staggering into the family room
Uncle Ray was in his big chair with the paper and the ever present cup of
morning coffee.  Nothing was said.  He opened his arms and I climbed up to
rest my head on his shoulder.  I took a couple of swallows of his coffee
for some start-up fluid.

"You left me alone again."

"You were sleeping rather soundly.  I thought you needed the rest after
last night.  Are you okay?"

"Yeah.  My butts a little sore, but it's not really uncomfortable.  It's
your fault you know."

"I know.  I treat you so badly.  Really, why on earth should I listen to
you when you practically scream out to the whole neighborhood that you want
a hard ass pounding and beg me to do it?  The neighbors probably think a
couple of sex fiends live here and the older one is abusing the younger
one."

"We do and you do." I answered happily as I hugged him and gave him a peck
on the cheek.  "Where's breakfast?"

"Now, it's at the club.  Do you know what time it is?"

I didn't but I soon found a clock.  I'd slept half the morning away.

"C'mon," I said, while pulling him by his hand, "we both need a bath.  I
won't tell you what's running down my leg.  You made me sore so you need to
pamper me some now."

We filled the tub with hot water, some soap (bubble bath) and turned on the
jets.  Do you know what happens to bubble bath in a jacquzzi?  The bubbles
practically reach the ceiling.  But boy, did it ever feel good, especially
with him bathing me and shampooing my hair.  I was capable of doing it but
it was like I told him, I earned the pampering.

We rode to the club in the 'MiGi', his little sports job that he was
supposed to be saving for me.  Riding in a sports car, or any convertible
for that matter, you learn to have short hair or lots of hair spray.  I had
medium hair, and he had lots of hair spray for me to use.  The weird thing
about this car was the feeling that the door wasn't there or that it was
always open.  The car was a replica of a '52 MGTD which meant the top of
the door barely came up to your waist.  Thank heavens for seat belts.  The
car had one other major characteristic -- it was fun!

When Uncle Ray parked the car and we were climbing out I looked over and
noticed a car that looked almost identical to an old Regency he once had.
The car aged and had lots of miles on it so he took it off the highway and
gave it to his mother (Aunt Jackie) to use around town and he bought
something else.  I knew she still had the car but we rarely saw it since,
whenever we went somewhere, Uncle Ray drove.  Of course, there was a reason
the car looked familiar.  When we walked in, Aunt Jackie and Aunt Charlotte
were sitting in the reception area waiting for us.

This is where paying attention when Uncle Ray was teaching me something
paid off.  Two ladies whom I called 'aunt' were standing there.  Which one
do you greet first and risk slighting the other?  The answer is neither.  I
popped a huge smile, both arms went out and walked right in between them,
greeting both at the same time and not stating any names.  I was an equal
opportunity greeter.

Neither Aunt Jackie nor Aunt Charlotte had been to Club Continental before,
so that was where the history lessons paid off.  Being first time guests,
they were intrigued by the design of the building and grounds.  I had the
opportunity to show off my knowledge.

"Okay Brad," Aunt Charlotte began, laughing, "We all know Ray well enough
to know he's given you the full low-down on this place.  Tell us what you
know."  This was a challenge; everybody was grinning.

"Okay.  First, it was built in the early 1920s by a man named Caleb Johnson
who was the grandson of the founder of Palmolive Soap Company which is now
part of Colgate- Palmolive Company."  I looked at Uncle Ray and he gave me
a nod which meant I was right.  "It was their winter home and was called by
two names.  One was Winterbourne and the other was Mira Rio.  The design is
Mediterranean.  It's now owned by the grandson of Caleb Johnson.  When he
made it into a club he made twenty-two guest rooms, a yacht basin, tennis
courts and three swimming pools.  I don't remember how many boat slips and
tennis courts, though."  I looked at Uncle Ray and he smiled.

"You did good, Brad," Uncle Ray said, "Now think a minute and what else do
you see outside that you didn't tell them?"  I looked out the doors to the
river and the light came on.

"Oh yeah.  We're on the river and they used to run a boat downtown.  Also,
some of the big oak trees are believed to be over two hundred years old.
There's somethin' about a plantation but I don't remember that either."

"That was wonderful, Brad."  Aunt Charlotte called out loud enough for
everyone to hear and make me blush with embarrassment.

The adults started in with some small talk that didn't mean much to me.  It
had something to do with what Aunt Charlotte and Aunt Jackie were doing
that afternoon.  While they talked the waiter served me OJ and everyone
else coffee.  I thought we would get a menu, but he left.  I just looked at
Uncle Ray and he figured out the questions.

"The answers to the questions running through that mind of yours are first,
I ordered the drinks while they were seating us; and two, there is no menu;
we're eating buffet style."  I continued to look at him and Aunt Jackie
laughed before telling Uncle Ray the problem.

"Ray, you only answered two of his three questions.  The third question
addresses when we are going to eat.  I recognize the look of a hungry boy,
so maybe we should start?"

Uncle Ray didn't seem to be catching on to things too well that morning.
Thank goodness for motherly instincts or I could have starved waiting on
him.  The small talk continued while I ate.  Once I started eating I
realized I was double hungry.  I did manage to slow down enough so I didn't
get in trouble for shoveling my food in or taking humongous bites.  After
the demands of my stomach were partially satisfied I picked up on something
about a garden show and started listening.  Then Aunt Charlotte asked the
dreaded question.

"Brad, do you think you and Ray would like to join us and attend the garden
show?"

Oh, my God! Ohhh, my God! No, don't do this to me.  No. No. Not a garden
show.  The thoughts and prayer raced through my mind, then Aunt Jackie came
to my rescue.

"Charlotte, I would imagine that a young man Brad's age would have
something more exciting planned for the afternoon.  Looking at floral
displays and buying plants would not rate very high on his list of exciting
things to do on a nice Sunday afternoon.  Would it, Brad?"  I tried to
smile and flashed a pleading look to Uncle Ray.

"Actually, Mother, I'm not too sure what he has planned for the afternoon."
I was doomed!  "However, when we leave here we are headed to the mall.
Master Bradley is in need of a new pair of sneakers for school.  His old
ones are actually wearing out before he can outgrow them."  Uncle Ray
looked at me and smiled and then at Aunt Jackie.  I didn't know we were
going to the mall or anything about shoes.

"You know, right now I have both Brad and Larry, and usually some of their
friends.  Larry's spending the weekend with Ben and won't be home until
tomorrow after school.  Brad's been sending me messages that he'd like a
little alone time so I though we might do that today."  Saved!  I just
looked up and smiled and tried to look at least a little remorseful because
I couldn't spend the afternoon with the aunts.

Brunch turned out to be a long meal.  I think it was timed to whenever the
garden show started.  Eventually, we did leave and I got the usual hugs and
kisses.  Aunt Jackie told me to enjoy my afternoon with Uncle Ray and if he
didn't do what I wanted I was to call her and she'd straightened things
out.  I thought that was funny because I also knew she would do it and
Uncle Ray would listen.  I had his mom on my side.

To my surprise we really did go to the mall and get some shoes.  They
weren't just any shoes, they were the new sneakers with wheels.  Of course,
since I had a pair, Uncle Ray said he had to get a pair for Larry too.
Afterwards, he asked me what I wanted to do and I really didn't know.  When
he got a look that said he thought he had a neat idea, I asked him what it
was and he just told me to trust him.  Sometimes that was fun and other
times it could be dangerous.  This one was fun.

We went home and changed into some jeans.  He told me to get some cutoffs
while he grabbed some shorts.  He specifically told me my shorts could not
be my special cuts.  We went to a place called Adventure Landing.  We spent
half the afternoon running around in go-karts, going down the water slide
and playing games.  Just the two of us.  He was right about one thing, I
wanted the afternoon with just the two of us.  Once I'd changed into my
cutoffs I never did dress again and ran around waiting for the sun to get
me dry.  It felt good riding home in the damp cutoffs with no shirt.  The
warm air felt refreshing.  Somewhere along the way, all the fun and the hot
dogs I'd eaten took their toll and I fell asleep.

The car bounced as we pulled into the driveway, waking me.  I was out of
it.  Getting out of the car I pretty much staggered towards the door when I
felt Uncle Ray's hand on my shoulder.  He kept me steady and guided me into
the bedroom where he had me sit on the bed.  I felt strange being awake
enough to know what was going on around me but out of it enough to feel
like I was moving through a fog.  I hated it when that happened.  You
should either be asleep or awake, not both.

My brain registered that the water was running in the bathroom.  It
wouldn't register enough to tell me if it was the shower or the tub.  It
really didn't matter because I didn't plan on going anywhere.  Of course,
sometimes my plans didn't count.  I woke up when he pushed me backwards so
I lay on the bed and suddenly my feet were way up in the air as he pulled
my pants off, leaving me naked.  This was okay, too.  I just waited till he
tossed me over his shoulder and carried me into the bathroom.  On the way I
felt a sharp pain on one cheek when he gave me a wakeup pop.

Always ready for pampering, I sat in the tub and leaned against him while
he bathed me.  He didn't just bathe me though.  Special attention was given
to each nipple as he ran his hands over my chest and stomach, pausing to
trace a circle around the nipple with his fingernails before flicking my
little tit.  I just sat there for a few minutes and let him tease me.
While he pinched one nipple I felt his other hand completely wrap itself
around my whole package and start massaging me.  I was already hard and he
wasn't helping matters.  This was the way to spend an afternoon alone.  I
couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like if we had a jacquzzi
outside.  While he pleasured me I also thought about an idea I had that
sometime I wanted to lay out on the diving board with the sun shining down
on me while someone, preferably Uncle Ray, gave me the greatest blow job
ever; that would be another time.

"Hey kid, you know what?" he asked, and I responded by placing my hand up
behind his neck and twisted my head to give him a kiss on the cheek.

"I'm horny this time, but I'm a little tired too.  Do you think a drink
from the fountain of youth might help me?"

That sounded just plain hot to me.  He rarely admitted to being horny or
telling me he wanted to have sex with me.  Usually, we'd be in bed and he
would just tease me a little and get me squirming which always led to some
hot sex.  This time he was just outright saying he wanted to blow me and
that really turned me on.  This man that I loved so much and would let do
anything to me was letting me know he wanted me and asking my permission.
There's no way I could ever describe how good that made me feel.

I turned, got on my knees and faced him.  He had this really strange look
on his face.  It was a look that just radiated peace, love and caring.  I
melted into him, wrapped my arms around his shoulders and then kissed him
gently on the neck.  This wasn't sex, it was a lot more and it felt good.
I stayed in that position while he held me and massaged my butt.  If he
wanted that part of me, it was his for the taking.  After a few minutes he
helped me stand up.  I thought he was going to take me then, but he didn't.
He stood and we got out of the tub.  Strangely, not a word was spoken, we
just moved.

After he wrapped me in a towel and dried me off he carried me to the bed
and laid me down gently.  When he lay next to me he pulled me close.  I
heard him take a slow, deep breath as he smelled my hair.  Soon he started
placing soft kisses up and down my body.  He stopped at the nipples to
tongue them and suckle some before continuing on.  While he kissed me his
hands ran up and down my back and sides; he teased my crack just a little.
His fingernail crossed my pucker and I couldn't help but whimper.  Soon I
felt the warmth of him taking me in his mouth.

 He held me there and just worked me with his tongue until I was whining
and whimpering.  I held his head and tried to hump him.  He held me tight
enough that I couldn't move, not even to piston in and out of his mouth.  I
was lost in sexual pleasures.  The closer I got to the edge the more I
needed for him to take more of me.  I wrapped my leg over his side and
tried to pull him into me and me into him.  He crushed my every being
between his tongue and the roof of his mouth.  As his tongue passed over
the tip of my dick, I whimpered and cried for more.  When I came I just
yelled out my pleasure and he kept sucking on me, using his tongue the way
a baby suckles a bottle.  He didn't stop until I was again whimpering,
begging him to let me go.  When it was over he moved up on the bed and slid
his arm under my head.  Pulling me close and holding me tight, we both took
a nap.

When I woke I found myself in my usual situation.  I was alone, lying on
top of the bed with the spread pulled half over me; I was also starving.  I
lay there for a couple of minutes trying to finish waking up when I
realized I heard his voice.  Who was he talking to?  He hadn't closed the
bedroom door like he usually did if someone came in so I assumed we were
still alone.  Sneaking down the hall so I could hear better, I realized he
was talking on the phone.  Better, he was ordering pizza.

One of us was going to need some clothes to answer the door when the pizza
was delivered so I reached in the drawer and pulled out a pair of my
special shorts.  When I got to the family room he was in his big chair.
This time he shifted to the side and pulled his right leg up making the
figure four seat I always liked.  I climbed up and settled in without a
word while he wrapped an arm around my shoulders.  The shorts were just
tossed across the arm of the chair until needed.

"Well?"  I asked him, not looking at him.

"Well, what?" he answered sounding confused.

"Did a drink from the fountain of youth get you over being tired?" I
teased.

His answer came when I felt both hands lock onto my chest.  He laid me over
the arm of his chair and began a tickle attack and blew raspberries all
over my front.  I threw my head back and laughed until I was screaming.
The more I hollered for him to stop the harder he tickled and the harder I
laughed.  He did stop eventually which was good because I was about ready
to pee on both us when the door bell rang.  I slipped my shorts on and
turned the waist down to give the guy a good show.  Uncle Ray just shook
his head and handed me the money; then he disappeared into the kitchen.

The guy gave me a good look, too.  I made sure I gave him something to look
at.  I turned so he got to see plenty of cheek, but no more.  As soon as
the door was closed I used my free hand to drop the shorts.  When I had one
foot out, I used the other to sling them towards the family room.  Uncle
Ray came out of the kitchen with our drinks just in time to see them flying
through the air.  I liked his choice of drinks too.  He had one big mug and
one smaller mug.  He let me share a beer with him while we ate out on the
patio.

"What are smiling at, kid?"  I'd been sitting there thinking about things
we had done together and things I still wanted to do, I also thought about
the weekend.

"I was just thinkin' 'bout this weekend and how nice it's been with just
you and me."

We sat there and talked about what we did at Adventure Landing and the fun
we had.  I thought it was neat that we could just sit there and talk about
nothing in particular and laugh.  After we ate we went back inside and
settled in his chair.  He again made the figure four seat I liked and I sat
with him while we tried to watch some television and work a crossword
puzzle from the paper.  The crossword puzzle wasn't too bad as soon as I
realized the answers were printed at the bottom of the page, just upside
down.  I amazed him with some of my answers until he figured out how I was
cheating.

When the telephone rang I was given the distinct privilege of getting the
receiver for him.  As soon as I gave it to him I tried to get back in my
seat but wound up having to sit across his lap with my legs draped over the
arm.  It only took a minute to realize he was talking to Paul and they were
having a strange conversation.  By the weird way he was talking I could
tell part of the conversation was about me.

"Paul, why don't you put Donny on the phone and we'll let them work this
out?"  That was definitely about me.  Uncle Ray looked at me and just told
me Donny had something to ask me and I needed to be honest with my answer.

"Hey, dude, what's up?"  I tried to sound cheerful after Uncle Ray's
strange sounding advice.

"Brad, me and the family go off once or twice a month for a fun weekend.
Mom and Dad told my sister and me we could each invite a friend to go with
us.  So, I'm askin' you if you'd like to go.  It's fun.  We do horseback
riding, hiking; there's games and a pool for swimmin'.  How 'bout it?"

"Man, that sounds cool.  Let me ask Uncle Ray.  Hold on."  I didn't say
anything because I was still sitting in his lap and knew he heard
everything.  He put his hand over the microphone.

"It's strictly up to you.  If you think it would be fun to go with Donny
and his family, then go.  You need to spend some time with kids your age,
and not just with me."

"Donny, Uncle Ray said it was okay.  Somehow, I think he knew before I
asked him."

"Great.  Okay, give the phone back to Ray and he and my Dad'll work out
what we have to do.  I'll see you in school tomorrow."

"Cool."  And I gave the phone to Uncle Ray.

When Uncle Ray hung the phone up I turned and straddled his lap.  Holding
his head in my hands I looked him straight in the eyes.  I made sure to
wiggle my butt a little, too.

"Remember you said that if I wanted to have sex with anybody I should let
you know?  Well, I'm letting you know.  You asked me while ago and now I'm
askin' you.  I want you to go to bed with me and let's make out like we
used to."

"Is my boy havin' a horny toad weekend?"

"Noo." I whimpered like I was hurt, and I was.  "Uncle Ray, I want ta have
a nice, easy, long, relaxed, hot and sweaty, session of sex with you
tonight. Now, before it gets too late and I have ta go to sleep for school
tomorrow.  I don't want to just fuck.  I want ta show you how much I love
you, okay?"  As I finished I reached around and stuck my tongue in his ear.
He pulled me in close and stood up, holding me.  We walked around the room
and I leaned over to turn the lights off and lock the door.

When he laid me on the bed he was halfway over me.  I pushed him back so I
could lie on top of him.  I just lay there with my head on his chest, my
fingers running up and down his neck.  He gently rubbed my back and drew
circles on my cheeks with his fingernails.  I giggled when his finger
traced my crack and crossed over my pucker.  After about five minutes I
turned my head so I could look at him.  I couldn't help but smile as my
finger ran along the edge of his ear.  He pulled me up and kissed me
lightly on the lips.  I sank down for a hug and we began to show our love.

This wasn't the love of lover to lover like it might be with a spouse.  It
wasn't the love a son would feel for his dad.  This wasn't the love a
friend feels for a friend.  This wasn't the love a nephew feels for a
favorite uncle.  This was all of those things rolled into one, and more.  I
was his boy and we both knew it.  I wasn't his boy like a boy-toy sex-toy.
He was my mentor; he wasn't my master.  I loved him and he didn't question
that.  He loved me and I didn't question that.  There was a special bond
between us that probably no one could ever describe, but it was there.

We smelled one another, we tasted one another.  There wasn't much we didn't
do that night.  I went down on him and he went down on me and then we went
down on each other.  We both whimpered, gasped for breath, whispered our
pleasures and spoke of our love for one another.  We rolled all over that
great big bed.  He pulled me on top of him to rim me and listened to his
puppy whimper more.  I reached down to taste and suckle each of the twins
before kissing my way down the perineum to rim him.  I looked at the clock
and knew we had been going at it for over two hours.  We were both sweating
and feeling good.  I was willing to bet most thirteen year olds were not
lucky enough to experience and enjoy what I did.  That was too bad because
when you're young and its new, and when you're getting the love and
attention you need at a very delicate age, it's more than special.

I was sitting on him.  I had cleaned myself shortly before the phone rang,
knowing I wanted to do this.  I reached for the lube and handed it to him.
He reached under and began to prepare me for what I wanted.  I locked my
eyes on his and we smiled and spoke without saying a word.  When I thought
I was ready I bent down and took him in my mouth again to make sure he was
good and hard and felt warm.  Positioning myself so I felt him touch my
pucker, I slid down, pushing him into me.  When I felt myself sitting on
his pelvic bone I sat straight up and then leaned back and rocked while he
massaged my prostate.  He just lay there while I rode the pony and pleased
my self.

In a few minutes he had me turn around.  Holding me, he shifted us so I lay
on my stomach with him over me.  He moved in and out, gently.  Then he
moved in and out, pounding me.  He varied his speed and rhythm sending me
wave after wave of pleasure.  I had already orgasmed twice, and it felt
like I was going over the edge again.  I whined and whimpered as he
massaged my insides, I didn't want this to ever end.

After a few minutes he moved his left leg under my left leg and rolled so
we were both on our sides.  We both curled into a half-fetal position while
he gently pushed in and out, letting me get used to the new position.  Then
he placed an arm under my right arm and across my chest and pulled me
straight so my back was arched.  At the same time he clamped down on my
legs.  I was stretched tight and the new sensations caused me to begin
crying out to him and begging.  I exclaimed my pleasure loud enough for all
to hear.  When he rolled onto his back with me lying on my back on top of
him, still stretched, I cried out my joy.  Nothing had ever felt like this.
Every move was across my prostate and I wanted to bounce or buck all over,
but he held me and began blowing in my ear and then tonguing me.  We had
found a new world full of pleasure.  My juice shot straight up or in
whichever direction my dick was pointed at that moment.  I felt it hit me
and didn't care.  Then he began to pound me hard and fast.  Soon he was
filling my insides.

When it was over we were both covered in sweat and our own juices.  After
he caught his breath and began to soften he came out of me and I whimpered
when I felt it pop out.  I liked going to sleep with him in me.  He slid me
down on the bed and he went into the bathroom. Returning with a warm
washcloth, he wiped me off and then patted me dry.  After taking care of
himself, he lay next to me and I found the nest that I always felt was my
personal comfort zone.  We lay there, gradually falling asleep while he
lightly rubbed my back and told me I was his.  I don't know how long we lay
there when a thought suddenly hit me.  I bolted upright and turned quickly
to look at him.

"HOLY SHIT!  UNCLE RAY!  I ACCEPTED AN INVITATION TO GO TO A NUDIST CAMP!
A NUDIST CAMP, WITH DONNY!"

He just started laughing like it was the funniest thing he'd ever heard!

End Ch Fifty-Two

To be continued; comments welcome -- contact Dwight Wilson at
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