Date: Wed, 6 Jun 2007 16:52:13 -0700 (PDT) From: adm2780 Subject: Brads Idol Chapter Fifty-Four 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. If you like feel good stories, allow me to recommend "Never Take Love For Granted". It's written by a friend of mine and is posted under Adult/Youth. Chapter Fifty-Four: Brad's Idol A nudist camp is a resort. Families that come there on a regular basis leased cabins. There were a couple of buildings that had what were obviously rooms, kind of like motel rooms. Donny said that nudists believed being naked and one with nature was a benefit to both your mental and physical health, so there was only one building with indoor recreational facilities. He told me they didn't worry about being outside in the rain so long as there wasn't any lightning. He also told me that many nudists started as babies and remained nudists for their entire lives. This resort had members that covered four generations. Donny said I might not want to see all four generations. Uncle Ray told me I would see people older and younger, plus some bigger and smaller. I thought he was talking about kids around my age and telling me we didn't all have the same builds or the same size package. It didn't take long for me to learn that what he said applied to a lot more than just kids around my age. The people ranged from babies not able to walk yet, to really old people. The older ones surprised me the most; I hoped I didn't sag like that when I got old. While I looked I realized that Donny was laughing again. "Dude, what are you laughing at?" I asked, puzzled. "You," he answered simply. "Don't worry; you aren't doing anything that other newbies haven't done. Brad, you need to understand that the pictures you see in magazines or on the internet aren't real. At least, the people aren't what you would call average. I can tell by the look on your face that part of what you see kind of scares you. Those old people haven't always looked like you see them now. Some of them may have been in those magazines years ago. It's just nature and what you learn is anyone that sags like they do, they've been through a lot more than us and survived. In the Orient, they would be highly respected." "Man, I don't mean to be disrespectful or stare. It's just that, well, it's kind of scary to think we'll look like that one day." "Well, how about we don't sweat it right now; we aren't even grown yet, much less getting old. C'mon, let's go see the pool and picnic area and then I'll show you the barn where we have the horses; one of 'ems mine and we can go riding tomorrow." He started to run while he talked to me so I chased after him. "How come there's two pools?" I asked out of curiosity. I'd been to resorts where they had separate adult and kid pools, but he said this was a family resort so I assumed everybody used the same pool. "They started out as separate family and adult pools, but they're both mainly family pools now." When I gave him a questioning look, he explained. "When people let the babies go in they're supposed to put a swim diaper on the babies. Sometimes the babies go in without a diaper and sometimes the diaper doesn't seal right and leaks. When the baby decides to poop and it leaks in the pool, the pool has to be closed and chemicals added for health reasons." "Oh," was all I could think of to say. The idea of swimming in a pool with baby poop didn't sound good at all. We looked at the area where they had volleyball courts and basketball courts. There was a place where people could play shuffle board, horse shoes, and the kids could just run and play. Donny said there were other places the kids liked to go play that were away from the main family area and we'd see them on Saturday when we went horse-back riding. "Hey, Donny!" A boy about our age called out as he ran in our direction. I noticed his package bounced up and down while he ran and wondered if it hurt, but then figured out if it hurt he'd stop. "Hey, Rick! What's up?" Rick slowed down as he neared us and I got a better look at him. He was about our age, but I thought a little older than me because of the pubes he had. He had a nice muscular build, sun bleached hair and dark skin that said he spent a lot of time outside, naked. He turned and looked at me. "Hey, man, I'm Rick. What's your name?" he asked and flashed a smile that should have been on a toothpaste commercial. "Brad," I said when I realized he was talking to me. I knew I blushed because I was caught staring. "Hey, man, don't worry. After you've been here a while you learn that all the newbies stare a little; kind of inspecting the natives. It's alright, really; the natives will be inspecting you too. Soon everybody figures out we're just like anybody else, except that we're naked." He spoke with a sound of laughter in his voice that immediately put me at ease. "Donny, you here for a while, or just the weekend?" "Just the weekend. I'm not as lucky as you. My folks won't let me get home schooled. If they would I'd live here all the time." That just explained a lot. "Well, we'll have to get together sometime over the weekend. You gonna show Brad some of the games the guys play? Maybe, he'd like to join in?" "Yeah, we'll be around and he'll have to make up his own mind. We'll probably see you tomorrow. We're takin' my horse out tomorrow morning, early." "Great! See ya tomorrow, then. See ya Brad." Rick took off running towards one of the cabins. I was curious about the games he talked about. When I asked Donny what kind of games Rick was talking about, he just kind of brushed me off saying it depended on how many guys were around. We'd have to wait till the next day to find out. We headed to the barn where he showed me his horse named 'Pony'. I thought that was a strange name for a fully grown horse, but he said he was a pony when Donny first got him and when he was slow deciding on a name, the family decided Pony was a good name. After seeing the barn we had to head back for supper. After supper that night we sat outside with a number of other people. Benches had been placed in a circle and a fire pit was in the middle with a nice fire burning. The little kids roasted marshmallows. It was apparent that Nancy, Uncle Ray's cute neighbor, wasn't new here because of the number of people she spoke to by name. Rick was at the gathering and all three of us sat with a group of other boys. They all talked about meeting in the pasture the next day for some fun away from the 'rents. After a while it suddenly occurred to me that I was seeing a lot of people that I'd never seen before, but I stopped thinking of them as being naked or being self-conscious about being naked myself. We just were. Donny and I shared his room which had one double size bed. When we went to bed I lay on my side as close to the edge as possible without falling off. Donny was on his side but as we started dozing off we both rolled towards the middle. The touch of his skin was electric, and hot. When we touched we tried moving away but it was no use. After touching three or four times I rolled onto my back and the flag pole was pointed straight up; Donny had the same problem. When he handed me a couple of tissues, we simultaneously solved our problems. Saturday morning we headed to the barn for some horseback riding. I thought about the fact that he only showed me one horse. Donny said Pony could handle both of us with no problem because we would just be riding easy, no running. After he put a bridle on Pony and threw a blanket over his back I looked for the saddle. "Brad, think about a saddle and the horn," he said, smiling. "If Pony stopped suddenly and threw us forward, where would the horn hit you?" "Ohhhhh. Ouch!" I responded, laughing. "The family jewels might not survive. What good does the blanket do?" "Some will tell ya the blanket is to protect the horse's back. I'll tell you it's to keep his hide from rubbing us raw. Run your fingers up his back then think about his hide rubbing your skin with every step." I did what he said and understood right away. Rubbing the palm of my hand up his back was like rubbing it over sandpaper, maybe worse. Donny grabbed a handful of mane and swung himself up on Pony's back. Holding his hand out, he helped me up. Sitting in front of him, he wrapped both arms around me to hold the reins. "Let's head out towards the woods. There's a trail there that follows the creek. Some of the guys might be at one of the swimmin' holes along the trail." We moved like he said we would with Pony just walking along at a nice, easy pace. As we followed the trail I felt peaceful. It was quiet, a bird flew off or a lizard crossed our trail occasionally, but that was it. Somewhere along the way I leaned back against Donny and he was supporting me. He gave me the reins and his hands rested on top of my thighs. Pony's gait made his fingers gently caress the inside of my thigh which felt nice. I could also tell that his dick was nestled part way in my crack and moved, again with Pony's gait. I was relaxed and definitely at peace with the world and everything else around me; this was livin'. Then I felt Donny tighten his arms around me and hold me close. "Ohhh, gaaaahhhd! Brad, I'm soorrry, man. Ooohhh, shiit! . . .aaaaaahhhh . . aaaahhhh . . . ohhhhh fuck! . . Fuck! . . .nnnooo . . aaaaagggghhhhh!" At first I didn't know what was happening and then I felt his dick moving in my crack. Pony's movement had caused Donny to get horned up and then I felt him blowing his load in my crack. I held his arms as tight as I could and pulled him against me. I didn't want him to forget where he was while he felt his sexual high and fall off Pony. He put his head on my shoulder while he tried to calm his system. "Oh, man. Brad, I'm so sorry, man. I knew my dick was rubbing against you and it just felt so good. It was hot, man, really hot! But, I didn't mean to blow my load on you like that." He took the reins in one hand and held me against him with the other hand. I could still feel his dick in my crack. I could feel it the whole time we were riding and didn't say anything because it felt good ^Ö exciting. He guided Pony closer to the creek and when we were out of the woods, I saw a cleared beach. We were the only ones around. He helped me get down and then I helped him. We walked into the creek where we cleaned ourselves and then started playing in the water. "Really, man, I'm sorry. I owe ya one," he told me. One what? "Donny, I felt you in my crack and I felt you moving around. I didn't say anything 'cause it felt good. Don't feel bad, what happened is normal; I thought it was kind of hot," I told him and smiled. All I told him was the truth; it was hot. When we got out of the water he walked over and sat straddling a log. He motioned for me to come over and patted a spot in front of him. I didn't hesitate to straddle the log facing him. He put a hand on each side of my chest and tried to lift me up. I used my hands to lift my weight and let him guide me close to him. I sat with my legs draped over his thighs. He looked at me and smiled and I melted. I knew I wanted sex with him, and he knew it too. With his hands still on the sides of my chest, his thumbs moved to cover my nipples and he pulled my close. His head went next to mine and he whispered in my ear, I could feel his hot breath tease me. "Trust me?" I nodded and let him have his way. He suckled my neck and I thought I was being branded. I didn't want to be marked but in my present state of sexual euphoria, I couldn't stop him. He teased me a little before moving to my ear to nibble the lobe and then tongue me. I had an instant hard on and started panting immediately. This was the first time any one my own age was allowed to touch me. All I could think of was how good it felt until I remembered I promised Uncle Ray I wouldn't have sex with anyone without talking to him first. Then I began to make excuses to myself. This was Donny, not a stranger, and Uncle Ray knew him. Uncle Ray also told me Donny knew his way around here and he also told me that I should follow Donny's lead because he'd see to it I didn't get hurt. What-ever Donny said was okay was okay with Uncle Ray. I was glad because this was hot as hell and really felt fantastic. I was being seduced and loving it! He placed a hand in the small of my back and pulled me into him while he had a hand on my chest, pushing me away. I allowed my body to relax and follow his commands. As I bent backwards he worked his way down my chest to a nipple and began to nibble. Then he suckled so hard I thought he would pull the nipple off. He made passionate love to one nipple and then the other while his hand left my chest and moved down to massage the twins. I moaned and whimpered with pleasure. I don't know how long he worked my nipples and balls before he laid me down on the log. With one hand on top of each thigh, holding me where he wanted, he went down on me. His warm, wet mouth surrounded the head and slid slowly down the shaft. When he had it all, he stopped and massaged the shaft with his tongue. I still wasn't real big, but I was big enough for him to have the head down his throat and I thought I would die from an overdose of sexual pleasure. After pumping up and down a couple of times he let my tool fall free and licked the valley between the scrotum and thigh. With each touch I cried out my pleasure and whined. He stroked me a few times and licked his way across my sac, stopping to take the twins, one at a time, and massaged them with his incredible mouth. He was in control, and I was more than willing to let him do what he wanted. He played with me, making me cry out my passion and pleasure before he finally went down on my shaft as far as he could and tried to suck me inside out. When I shot off, it was incredible. Uncle Ray was the only person to ever give me feelings this strong. Now, a boy my age was able to do it. When I finished exploding he let my tool go and lifted me up. He looked at me with the strangest but most caring look I'd ever seen from another boy. I was mesmerized by what he had done and the way his eyes looked at me. There was a slight smile on his face. He moved towards me and I didn't move to stop him. His lips covered mine and I felt his tongue caress my lips. No one had ever kissed me like this. When his tongue wanted to move in, I didn't resist, but opened willingly, more than willing to share his taste. Instead, he pushed something into my mouth. Suddenly, I realized we were sharing my cum. This was so fucking hot I thought I was going to blow another load right then. He broke the kiss and held me close while I caught my breath, then he pushed me back a little. "Now, we're even. We both got to blow a load. Did you like it?" "Shit! You gotta be jokin'! That was incredible. That was the first time with a kid my age 'cept for Larry, and he don't count." I didn't even think that the statement could be interpreted more than one way. We got back on Pony and rode a little further. Soon we could hear some kids and Donny seemed to know right where they were. We rounded a bend and saw five other boys from about nine to fourteen or fifteen. There was a rope tied to a big limb hanging over the creek and they were taking turns swinging and diving. One of the boys was Rick. Donny stopped Pony short and leaned down to tell me something. He spoke barely above a whisper. "Brad, this is a wild group. Don't act shocked by anything. Just act cool and let me control the situation, okay?" I nodded, not having any idea what he was talking about, but this was his stomping grounds. How wild could they get with a nine year old around? We joined in the swing and dive game until all of us got a little tired. Who could guess that having so much fun could be so tiring? After a while someone said something about having to head home for lunch. I didn't know who said it because even though Donny introduced all of them, I only remembered Rick and the young kid, Jimmy. We all agreed to meet at another swimming hole after lunch. On the ride back Donny had Pony move a little faster and I asked him why he thought he might need to control the situation. What situation? "Those guys like to get a little wild sometimes, that's all. I've played with 'em and don't care, but I don't want them thinking it might be fun to play games with you and you don't know what's happenin'." "How wild can they get with a nine year old around?" I asked, confused. "Brad, that kid may be only nine but, believe me, you wouldn't believe what he knows and likes to do. If you want to meet them at the other hole after lunch we can go; it's up to you." After lunch we met the guys at another swimming hole. This time we walked and left Pony in the barn. I was just as happy because riding him and having that wool blanket rub my legs was chafing me; something I didn't need. Not all the guys were there so we went swimming while we waited. I was anxious to find out what kind of game they wanted to play that could be so bad. While we were swimming I felt something nibbling where I didn't particularly care to be bitten. There were some small fish in the creek that thought one part of my body was bait. Donny laughed and told me the trick was to keep moving and they wouldn't bother me. Yeah, uh-huh. When the other guys got there everybody hollered out the typical greetings and hit the creek. After a few minutes, Rick wanted to know if everybody was up for a game of stones. I didn't know what he was talking about until Donny explained it was like horseshoes except they put a stick in the ground and tossed stones at it. They measured heel to toe to figure out where to put the scoring circles. When I still looked puzzled he explained to me that the loser had to blow the winner and everybody else got to watch. I didn't want to be a wimp, but wondered if I was being set up for something. I also looked at Jimmy and his smile said he knew exactly what was going on. Donny found a stick to drive in the ground while the rest of us looked for stones. They tried to make it fair by picking out stones of about the same size and weight. Rick did the heel to toe measuring and drew the circles. The game was no big deal until we got to the end. I didn't win, but I didn't lose either; neither did Donny. David, a fourteen year old, won. What blew my mind was who lost and how. Jimmy took his three stones and hardly put anything into tossing them. He tossed one after the other as quickly as he could and proudly turned around and announced that he was the loser. He was happy! I looked at Donny. "Jimmy loves to do blow jobs." Donny said it to me like it was no big deal and everyone knew it. "Just wait; you won't believe what he can do. Every time we do a game like this he always makes sure he loses. By the way, Jimmy is David's little brother." We sat on the ground with our legs crossed, Indian style. When David asked Jimmy how he wanted to do it, Jimmy just dropped to his knees and looked up at David who just moved up to Jimmy. Jimmy wrapped his hand, at least as much as he could, around David's shaft and started licking him down like his dick was an oversized ice cream cone. Jimmy just kept looking up at his brother and his eyes said he was happy. Before long David laid on the ground and Jimmy lay on top of his legs. When he did, Jimmy swallowed David clear to his pubes. Jimmy was deep throating David; he acted like a pro! Shit, I couldn't do that but decided I was going to learn how. "Listen, you think this is somethin', you oughtta see when the daisy chain gets going." I gave Donny a questioning look, so he continued. "A bunch of the guys lay on the ground forming a circle. You suck off the guy ahead of you. You can't let his dick out of your mouth until he goes soft again or you lose. If you lose then the guy you were sucking gets to either fuck you or you're his slave for a day; that means multiple blow jobs during the day whenever and wherever he wants it. If you think it sounds easy you have to remember that while you're suckin' him, someone else is on you." That night Donny and I were in bed having a repeat of the previous night. This time Donny didn't hand me any tissues, he turned his head and looked at me. Without saying a word I moved down and took him in my mouth. I tried to drop on him like I'd seen Jimmy do to David, but I started gagging. After the third time David told me not to try anymore, but concentrate on the head. It wasn't long before he moaned and was gasping for breath. I backed off and licked his balls some, and enjoyed watching and feeling him squirm. He teased me on the log, now it was my turn. I heard him take a deep breath and then he grabbed my legs and turned me around. A moment later my erection was covered in a moist, warm blanket with his tongue sending electric thrills throughout my body. I moaned and whimpered with pleasure. We continued to sixty-nine, backing off when one let the other know he was close. That didn't mean we stopped, we just concentrated on another sensitive area, especially the balls and the inside of the thigh. Occasionally, we both laughed because we tried so hard to muffle our moans but, sometimes, you couldn't help it. After backing off a few times we had all we could take and simultaneously blew a load into the other's mouth. This time we swallowed and were sure to milk the other as much as possible. When we were finished, I turned around and lay my head on the pillow. He put an arm over my chest, flicking my nipples, and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I didn't respond. I felt guilty again for doing something I had told Uncle Ray I wouldn't do. When Donny asked me what was wrong, I told him. "I promised Uncle Ray I'd let him know when I thought I was ready for sex with somebody so we could talk. We already talked about STDs." "Gee, Brad. I'm sorry, I didn't know. I just kind of thought that you weren't a virgin; at least, not totally." There was a hint of real regret in his tone. "I wouldn't a done what I did yesterday, man." "It's not your fault. I could have stopped you," I replied. There wasn't any need for him to feel guilty about something I wanted to happen. This sin was mine and mine alone and I would have to face Uncle Ray. Then again, Uncle Ray said that whatever Donny said was okay or wanted to do, Uncle Ray said it would be alright. I had this same argument with myself the day before and it didn't make me feel any better either time. *** We all, meaning all the kids, got in the car naked. It was one of those dumb daring things kids like to do and think are fun. We goofed off most of the time, but I did spend some time looking at Nancy. I still thought she had a nice set of boobs and wondered what it would be like to get my mouth on them. I didn't find out before we were close to home and Mr. Paul said we should put some clothes on. I slipped my pants on and that was it. Nancy slipped on her shorts and blouse. The last thing we needed was for the neighbors to see us naked. When we pulled in the driveway, Uncle Ray came out to greet us. He was wearing just a pair of shorts so I knew he'd been sitting around naked. I did my goodbyes and told Donny's parents thanks for having me and how much fun I had. Mr. Paul asked me if I thought I might like to go again. I looked at Donny and we exchanged smiles. I definitely wanted to go again and maybe for a longer visit. Of course, I didn't say that to Mr. Paul but I did tell him I thought it'd be neat to go again. He and Uncle Ray talked for a minute and then we went inside. It was getting late in the day; almost supper time. I went to the bathroom and started filling the tub. Then I found Uncle Ray and told him we needed to talk. He knew that if I was drawing a tub of water, that this was going to be a heavy conversation. I always did better with real serious things when we were in the tub and he held me. This was no different except it was real serious. I had to tell him that I broke my word. I knew he wasn't going to be happy and only hoped he wouldn't be too mad with me. We sat in the tub filled with bubble bath. I leaned against him like always and tried to relax, enjoying him bathing me. As soon as we got in the tub I knew I should tell him, but it was too easy to procrastinate, so I did. As always, the way he held me felt secure and comfortable. He didn't rush or push me to do anything. After bathing me the third time and shampooing my hair, he pulled me back close and held me tight. "You want to tell me what's wrong, now?" Before I could say anything, I lost control and started crying. I tried hard to stop the tears, but they just kept coming. I was scared and ashamed to tell him that I broke a promise to him. All I could think about was him always saying that a man is only as good as his word. Being horny and enjoying a few minutes of pleasure was turning my life into a living hell. Finally, I took a deep breath and tried to get everything under control. "Uncle Ray, I'm sorry," was all I could say before the tears started again. He waited and rubbed my back while I fought for control. "I swear, I didn't mean to, but I knew I was doin' wrong when I did it. I just couldn't help it." "Would you like to tell me what you did that has you so upset?" he asked in a caring voice. "I broke my promise to you. The one about not having sex with another boy or anybody without talking to you first." He pulled me close and held me while I cried it out. I felt like a piece of crap, but he held me anyway until I settled down. He wanted to get out of the tub, but I felt better staying there, so he stayed for me. "Brad, I want you to listen to me very carefully." He spoke in a calm, low tone that let me know he wasn't mad with me. "Sometimes we make a promise or give our word that we'll do something without thinking it all the way through. When you made that promise to me I knew that you didn't fully understand how difficult it would be to keep your word. Do you really think I let you go with Donny and his family without knowing, or at least having a good idea, of what went on down there? Do you want to tell me about it? No one forced you into anything did they; or hurt you?" "No, sir," I answered and then sat up to look him in the face. He continued to hold me with his hands at my sides. I told him about riding Donny's horse, Pony, and what happened to Donny; how he shot a load between my butt cheeks. Then I told him about the log and how I knew then I shouldn't be doing anything, but it just felt so nice and it was something I wanted. I also told him about Nancy and how she deliberately teased me by rubbing her boobs across my nipples and my instant reaction. I didn't bother to tell him about the daisy chain game Donny told me about or the stones game. I just told him there was some other stuff the guys did there. Before I finished I was smiling again, but he ended that right away. "Do you remember me telling you about how important it is for you to keep your word and maintain credibility?" I just looked and nodded. "Well, almost every day people will call me and ask for something and we'll promise it to them. The problem is that we don't always make it; we don't always keep our promise. The trick is to call the client and explain to them that we can't make the deadline; in other words, communicate. Things happen and we have to be willing to face up to them; when we do, everything normally works out fine." He looked at me with that look in his eyes that always said he loved me and things were alright. "Thank you for caring enough to tell me; okay?" "Uncle Ray, we gotta get outta this tub. My balls are shrinkin' inside." I laughed and teased him, and he just lifted me up and set me on the floor. "What's for supper?" "Wait a minute, kiddo. A few minutes ago you were worried about me being upset with you, now you think I should feed you?" I just looked at him and simply said, "Yeah, I'm hungry. You made me worry so much I hadn't eatin' hardly anything." The love swat on my butt that left a red mark sent me on my way. Larry was sitting in the family room; he must have come in while Uncle Ray and I were in the tub. I just gave him a quick wave on my way through to the kitchen. It was definitely time to eat. Larry set the table and dished out some applesauce while I heated up Stouffer's mac & cheese, and Uncle Ray grilled pork chops. While we ate Uncle Ray came up with another of his nice surprises. "Brad, I almost forgot to tell you something. The apartments sold." He said it like it was nothing and happened every day. This was a big thing to me; I stood to make some money for all the work I put in during the summer. "How much?" I asked. "How much what? How much did they sell for or how much did you make?" He was playing the games again. "Both," I told him, really on caring about how much I would get out of the deal. "Why don't we just say you'll realize a little more than we originally projected? We won't know the exact amount until closing because of prorations, rents, and other items, but I think you'll be happy." My problem with his answer was that I really didn't remember how much was originally projected. "Uncle Ray. Can't you just put a simple number on it?" That's what I was really interested in. "Originally the number was around ten thousand. You'll be about twenty percent higher." He smiled, knowing he gave me half of what I asked for and he was making me work percentages to figure the other half out. I used an old trick he had already taught me and took ten percent, then doubled it in a matter of seconds. "Twelve thousand? That's nice. What are we going to do with the money?" I thought of lots of things such as a new dirt bike, a trip, a new stereo system, a car . . . "There's only one thing that will be done with the money." He said it like he was reading my mind. "It goes into the bank in your educational trust account. It's for college. Period." Bummer. That night I lay across the ottoman with my feet in Uncle Ray's lap. Larry sat on the floor next to me, leaning against the arm of the big chair. I kept thinking about that money and all the fun things I could do with it. However, I also knew that when Uncle Ray said something and ended the statement with 'period', that was it. I decided I'd have to work on his attitude about my money. The three of us just vegged and watched a movie until Uncle Ray said it was time for bed. I had worried so much about Uncle Ray being upset with me that it was nice to just relax. The idea that he might come to bed and show me a little pampering sounded good. Usually I would lay in bed and wait for him to follow. The normal routine was for him to shut the house down and come to bed right after us. That night I was out before he came to bed, but I did wake up just enough to find my nest. He gave me a hug and I felt him rub my back and run his hand through my hair. End Ch Fifty-Four To Be Continued: comments welcome; contact Dwight Wilson at adm2780@yahoo.com