Date: Sat, 7 Jul 2007 10:36:11 -0700 (PDT) From: adm2780 Subject: Brads Idol Chapter Fifty-Eight 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-Eight: Brad's Idol Pony loped along so slowly that his attitude let it be known he really didn't want to be out walking but would do it if Donny insisted. Right after breakfast, Donny and I hurried over to the barn to get Pony and go for a ride. I remembered our last ride and really wanted this one. Late September in Florida is still more like summer than fall, especially in the central and southern portions of the state. This day was typical for that time of year. There was a little humidity; just enough to help you sweat a little. It wasn't real hot, but it was nice and warm. Overall, it was a good day to be riding Pony with a friend and a good day to enjoy being naked. Like our last ride, Donny helped me up on Pony and then sat behind me. We had a blanket over Pony's back, but no saddle. As we rode along I was kind of lulled into a very relaxed mood and gradually sank back till I was leaning against Donny. His left arm was wrapped around my chest and hung to my stomach. His right leg rested over my right leg. He held the reins in his right hand that rested on top of my thigh and slid a little bit to the inside. Occasionally, I felt his fingertips tickle the inside of my leg, sending chills through me. This is how life was meant to be. Then I realized I had a slight problem. We were up early that morning. Nancy didn't come with us this trip, which I found both disappointing and settling. I didn't have to worry about embarrassing myself in front of her when I looked at her boobs. Donny's sister was there, but we ignored her. One of the things that bothered me was Donny's mom. She was a nice lady and I thought she had a nice figure for someone that I knew had to be as old as Uncle Ray. I almost told Donny his mom was pretty, but decided that it didn't sound quite right. She fixed a big breakfast for us that morning; she claimed growing boys needed the fuel. That breakfast, especially the four slices of greasy bacon, was the source of my current problem. "Donny, where we goin'?" "Just up ahead a little bit. There's a private swimmin' hole with a small beach. I always liked swimmin' there. It's far enough away that most of the kids don't come. I like the quiet and bein' alone. That alright with you?" "Yeah, sounds nice. I was hopin' we'd have some time, just you and me, without the other guys. Don't get me wrong, or anythin', they're cool, I'm just not too sure I'm ready to play some of their games." "They can get a little wild. Remember, they been playin' games since we were all real little. Most of us grew up playin' sex games, so it don't mean anythin' to us. Sometimes, they can get a little rough, though. Right now, I just liked the idea of it bein' us." "I like that too. Donny? I gotta ask ya somethin'; I got a problem." Donny squeezed me a little and gave me a look like he was waiting for me to tell him my problem. I knew what the problem was but I was a little embarrassed to ask. Finally, I took a deep breath, let out a little, and asked. "What do ya do when you're way out here and ya gotta take a dump? That breakfast is doin' a job on me, man." He looked at me and then started laughing. I didn't think it was all that funny and if he didn't give me some quick advice, he wouldn't think so either. "I'm sorry, man. I didn't mean to be laughin' at you. I just never expected that to be the problem; you caught me by surprise. We do it Indian style." I just looked at him. "Dig a hole with your hands. Get down on your knees with your legs spread, sit on your ankles and do what ya gotta do. When the job is completed, fill the hole back in with the dirt you dug out." "What about the paper work?" "Find a clump of grass, a big leaf or a smooth rock. If none of those are available, use the creek to clean up. Where we're goin', the swimmin' hole will work fine if you can't find anything else. I've done it there more than once. There's some palmettos you can go behind for privacy." Soon, we were at the swimmin' hole and it was necessary for me to make a quick trip behind the bushes. I did like he said and it felt kind of weird, but exciting at the same time. I'd never done it in the open before. Take a leak, yes; a dump, never. While I was down near the ground I kept looking to make sure there wasn't any ants, little spiders or other crawling things going where they didn't need to go. I was in too much of a rush to look for grass or a leaf, much less a rock, so I headed for the creek when the time was right. As I stepped around the palmetto bush I saw Donny and stopped. He had spread the blanket out on the ground. He squatted down so he was balanced on the ball of his feet and sat partially on his heels. His body arched in a crescent shape with his arms dangling over his knees; he stared at the water. The sun shone down on him so it highlighted his facial features. The wings on his back stood out prominently, the shadow of each rib let you see the muscular definition and lack of fat in his body. His face was serene. He looked just plain hot. I was careful to sneak up on him, pushed him over and made a run for the water. When I hit the water I heard myself scream out and if I could have climbed an invisible ladder, I'd been with Jack's giant in no time flat. That water was COLD! Donny splashed in right behind me and when he saw that my lips were probably turning blue, he showed no mercy. He dunked me and when I came up he started splashing. "That's what happens to newbies that don't listen and then push me over. I told ya the water was spring fed. Spring water is cold, cold, cold. Of course, you did hit it the right way. You just run in and get it over with. When ya get used to it we can get out and swing on the rope hanging from the limb above ya." I looked up and spotted this huge old oak tree with its limbs stretched over the water. There was a big rope that hung to within about ten feet of the water. "Who hung that there?" "Don't know. Everybody just remembers it bein' there. I asked my grandpa about it and he said he just came out here and found it one day. Can you imagine what it must've been like to climb that big ol' fuckin' tree and then shinny out on that limb? All I know for certain is that it wasn't me." "How do ya get to it? It's too high for us to reach." "There's a lot smaller rope tied to it that runs over to the tree. Grab the small rope, pull the big one over and go for it. When who-ever's swimmin' is finished, they just tie the small rope back around the tree. C'mon, let's got for it!" We swung on that rope so many times we lost count. We did the mandatory Tarzan yells and a few others, including trying to sound like Chita. My favorite was to swing out and kick my legs up so I dove in head first. No matter how many times we did it, though, the water was still cold. After we'd been diving' for a while, Donny said he had to sit in the sun. "Man, I gotta get warm. Parts of me is so cold I can't feel 'em any more. Look, my balls have turned blue and shrunk inside my body." At that last remark I looked at mine and couldn't find them either. We both laughed. He sat on the blanket just like he did when I pushed him over, facing the sun. When he looked up, he closed his eyes and looked like he was dreaming. As I approached he opened his eyes and signaled for me to come in front of him. He guided me to sit between his legs and I leaned into him. He wrapped his arms around me and held me tight. He said body warmth would warm us fast. His arms were around my chest, his fingers hanging down. Soon, I felt him tickling sensitive areas. I relaxed and let out an involuntary moan. His fingers tickling my member really felt good. I relaxed and really melted into him. Next thing I knew he was laying back and pulling me with him. When we were almost prone, I turned over and slid to his side. My head and shoulders lay on his chest. We looked into one another's eyes. With his hands under my arms, he pulled me up so I looked directly into his eyes. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and we exchanged a gentle kiss. We lay there basking in the sun and feeling each other's warmth. For a while we didn't say anything. I just lay there with my head on his chest and used my finger to draw circles around his nipple and down to his belly button. Around his belly button I drew a wide circle, gradually pulling it in till I could swirl my finger real fast in his hole; he giggled worse than a girl. It wasn't long before I felt mischievous and started running my finger down the little valley between the leg and torso. Of course, I didn't stop there and soon my fingernail was drawing a line up and down his dick. For someone that complained about being cold, he got hard in a hurry, a big hurry. He had an interesting sounding whimper, also. "Man, you keep that up I'm gonna need to get back in the creek to get clean again." "Promises, promises," was my only reply until I moved down and put something much warmer around his manhood. He didn't try to stop me. His moans and whimpers, with his fingers tangled in my hair, encouraged me. I felt his back arch and a throbbing in my mouth. He worked to catch his breath while I worked to swallow. After I cleaned him up, I simple lay back down beside him with my head on his chest. "Brad," he spoke softly, "don't you want me to do you?" "Uh-uh. I blew a load while doin' you. Besides, I got a favor I wanna ask you later." I didn't say any-more then. There was a big favor I wanted to ask of him, but I hadn't quite figured out how. "Brad, if I tell ya somethin', promise not to get mad?" I just nodded and waited for him to say more. "For a long time I was kinda jealous of you. Can you believe that?" I lifted my head and just looked at him. "It was because of Ray. Don't get me wrong. What I was jealous of was the relationship the two of you seem ta have. You always seem so relaxed when you're together. Most adults and kids, well, it's like you're just there. Ray and my dad have been friends for a long time. Even before you came to stay with him, he used ta talk about you all the time. You're very special to him. When you talk about him or when I see the two of you together, both of you have that special look in your eyes." "He is special to me," I told him quietly. "I can't explain it. I know he'd never do anything to hurt me and I also know that if he won't let me do something, it's only because he doesn't want to see me hurt. I can tell him anything. If I told my dad some of the things I told Uncle Ray, my dad would go into orbit. Uncle Ray just sits back calmly, and we talk. He's never told me 'because I said so'." Donny lifted my head and rolled onto his side to face me. "Brad, I'm gonna say somethin' and I don't want you to answer. Just try to understand." I just looked at him like he was being weird, and he was. "My dad's like your dad, about goin' into orbit and all. I never had an Uncle Ray like you do. I've talked to Ray sometimes and know what you mean when you say he's special. I'll tell ya a secret, and don't you dare ever tell anybody. My dad says I'm too big now, but I'd really like to be able to go to somebody like Ray and just sit or lay with them and them hold me. There's been times I wish I could go to him and just let him hold me; sometimes more." Donny got real quiet. I looked away from him and didn't say anything. I had a good idea what he had just told me and thought it best to stop there. I left my head laying on his chest and started tracing circles with my finger again. After a couple of minutes I asked him for my favor. "Donny, you're a special friend and there's somethin' I want you to teach me, but no one can know, okay?" He nodded and waited for me to go on. **** While I was at camp with Donny, Larry and Uncle Ray were together for the weekend. What was interesting to me was the accounts I got of that weekend. Uncle Ray was known for understating a lot of things. Larry was known for embellishing stories. I figured the truth was somewhere in between the two, and this is the story of their weekend as best as I could put it together. Larry had wanted some one-on-one time with Uncle Ray. I'd never thought about doing things with Larry and left him on the edge of the action until he said something. After all, Larry and Ben were together most every weekend and I knew they had their little trysts in the boy's room at school sometimes. Anyway, Larry wanted time, and Uncle Ray gave him the time, but decided to make it different than what he and I did together. Friday night, they went out to dinner. Larry loved Italian so they ate at Olive Garden. The waiter didn't think anything of it when Uncle Ray ordered one regular dinner and one lunch portion, which is usually the kid's meal. The waiter was a little surprised when he saw how much salad Larry could put away and then, when he served Chicken Alfredo, Uncle Ray took the smaller portion and Larry ate the whole dinner. After dinner was a movie and then home. This is where the changes in routine really began. Where I would normally start filling the Jacuzzi bath for the two of us, Uncle Ray headed straight for the shower. Larry had gotten himself comfortable and Uncle Ray could tell that Larry wasn't sure what to do. Uncle Ray settled the matter by picking him up and tossing him over his shoulder, much to Larry's squealing delight. Larry enjoyed Uncle Ray bathing him. He told me later it was better than normal because it was just the two of them. Larry then bathed Uncle Ray and wasn't bashful about bathing Uncle Ray's manhood for a little extra time, to let him know some playtime would be nice. When the shower was over, Larry was dried, wrapped in a fresh towel and Uncle Ray picked him up, cradling him in his arms. Uncle Ray settled them on the sofa, with Larry in his lap, and proceeded to give Larry a powder rub down. Larry claimed it was really nice and it got a lot better when he felt Uncle Ray's fingernail traveling up and down his crack and then inside his leg. Uncle Ray told me Larry whimpered louder than me. The way both of them told me the story there was no doubt that Larry became a whimpering little wet puppy just like I always did. The big difference in their stories was whether Uncle Ray inserted the vibrating plug before he turned Larry over, or after. But, he did insert the vibrating plug and Larry went crazy, squirming and whimpering. With Larry on his back, Uncle Ray continued to give him those warm fuzzy feelings every boy enjoys. He should, given he had a vibrator stimulating the love canal and Uncle Ray working his nips and squeezing his package. Larry didn't know how long this went on but he did remember that Uncle Ray wouldn't let him touch himself. He also told me he'd never experienced those kind of feelings like that before. Of course, I knew Uncle Ray had a way of making you feel extra special and showing you how to enjoy your body. Larry claimed he begged for release; Uncle Ray said Larry was too busy whimpering, moaning and squirming. Eventually, Larry got relief and Uncle Ray carried him to bed. I didn't like that part too much until I found out he slept on Uncle Ray's right side. The left side was my nest. Saturday morning, Uncle Ray followed his normal routine of getting up early and sitting on the patio with his coffee. Like me, Larry woke up alone wondering when he got left behind. Larry was never big on getting up early and bouncing. It didn't matter when he got up, he staggered for the first few minutes. Uncle Ray cured that problem in a hurry. When Larry staggered outside, it was a practiced movement that had Larry falling into the pool. Wake up call! After horsing around for a little bit, Uncle Ray made them a light breakfast. "You wanted to go to the university and see the ball game, right?" "Yeah. Did you get tickets?" Larry asked, suddenly wide awake and ready to go. "We have tickets and parking. We need to leave here around 10:30. Be sure that you wear clean jeans and a collared shirt." "I can't wear my football t-shirt?" Larry had a scrunched up expression on his face like Uncle Ray was punishing him. "You can wear the school shirt only if it has a collar," stated as though the point was settled, and it was. "What car are we takin'?" Larry changed the subject. "Which one do you think we should take? The Olds has air; the MiGi doesn't." "We can put the top down on the MiGi and we don't need air, do we? I can stay cool by leavin' my shirt off till we're almost there. I can get some more tan, too." "Yeah, like either one of you needs to get any more sun? Seems to me the last time I looked both of you had pretty good all-over tans. By the way, anybody at school ever ask you about that when you're changing for gym?" "Uh-uh. I don't shower at school so I don't take my tighty-whities off. I don't think Brad does either. We found out we can take gym in summer school and not worry about it during the school year. That's what both of us plan on next summer. We'll go to school and play in the mornings. When we come home all dirty and sweaty, we'll just jump in the pool." "I hate to mess up your plans, but I don't think that house your parents rented has a pool." "No, but you do." Uncle Ray let it drop at that point. Larry got a big surprise when they reached university. They weren't sitting in the normal stands where Uncle Ray had seats on the forty-five, twenty-fifth row. He contacted a friend of his and they were sitting in the box seats. The big thing about the box seats was the touchdown terrace. There was a buffet lunch spread out that could add ten pounds to anyone. You also get to go on top of the boxes and could see for miles. Each box was equipped with air-conditioning, snacks, a private bathroom, closed circuit television, and a great view of both the ball field and the student section. Uncle Ray claimed the best show was always in the student section. He also cautioned us that if we ever pulled half the stunts we saw at those games, we were to have fun and don't let him know about it. When you sit in the touchdown terrace, you don't go home after the game. There's always a party to celebrate the win. Larry walked out of the box to find another buffet spread around. He claimed that he ate enough food for three people, and Uncle Ray didn't correct him. All I heard about for a while, when I got back, was the four-layer coconut cake, chocolate cake, German chocolate cake, banana pudding, mousse, and I'll never remember how much other sweet stuff was there. Larry's favorite part was the ice cream bar where they made him a real old fashion banana split. His least favorite part was the belly ache he had to endure afterwards. **** We got home late Sunday afternoon. After saying my 'goodbyes' and 'thank yous' I headed to the door and ran smack dab into Uncle Ray. "Hey, kiddo, you have fun?" "Yeah, lots. Miss me?" "Some. Don't you think you could have at least put on more than just your shorts for the trip home?" All I was wearing was the shorts I'd worn to school on Friday. You should have seen the look on his face when he heard my response. "I didn't have time. I just started dressin' when we turned the corner down there and Mr. Paul didn't slow down enough." "Figures. Go put your things away and let me speak to Paul for a minute." I headed inside, turning around at the door just long enough for another wave to Donny before going inside. I saw Donny start to laugh when Uncle Ray looked inside the car and realized Donny was still naked. Next time he'll believe me when I tell him I didn't have time to dress. When Uncle Ray came in I was already comfortable and talking to Larry. "What'd you do when ya got back from the game?" I was being both nosy and curious. "I laid down and prayed for my stomach ta stop hurtin'. I ate so much food I thought I was gonna explode. Every time we hit a bump in the road it felt like I did explode. Finally, it hit me and I had ta make a mad dash to the john. I think I lost half my insides, but I felt better. I didn't eat anything else last night, either." I started laughing. "You got sick from eating too much? That's a first! You really got sick?" I couldn't believe it. The kid that ate the idiot's sundae that hardly anyone ever finished. Not only did he eat his, but he finished mine. Now he gets a free one every year on his birthday. "Sick ain't the word for it. Man, I got sick at both ends at the same time. Gross!!" "Well, I would say that 'gross' describes the situation pretty well. It was kind of hard to sit on the throne and bow to the throne at the same time." Uncle Ray was back and I was rolling around in his big chair, laughing. "Keep laughing, kiddo. Next time something like that happens I'll let you be the one- man cleanup crew. Bet you won't think it's so funny then." Uncle Ray couldn't even keep a straight face and threaten me at the same time on this one. "It really wasn't so bad. There's a reason you keep a plastic liner in the trash can. Once his system purged itself, it was just a matter of a warm shower and then lying down to rest for a while." Then he changed the subject. "How was your weekend? You and Donny stay out of trouble?" "We always stay out of trouble, at least most of the time. Yesterday morning we took Pony out for a ride and I had a problem too. Donny's mom fixed some bacon and it was kind of greasy. While we were out I had a stomach issue. Actually, it wasn't my stomach that had the problem, it was my . . ." "Excuse me guys? As intellectually stimulating as this discussion is, do we think we could find another subject? How you pooped in the woods really doesn't do a thing for me." Uncle Ray didn't appreciate the subtleties of our predicaments. "Okay, I was just getting' to the fun part. We went swimmin' in this river that's fed by some underground springs. Donny told me the water was kinda cold. Well, it wasn't cold, it was COLD, COLD! When we hit that water, parts of us retreated to the inside. Donny's grandpa told us that it was part of the same river that goes through Silver Springs and it's the same one where they filmed a lot of the underwater scenes in them old timey black and white Tarzan movies." For some reason Uncle Ray was sitting in his chair listening to me and just started shaking his head. He got up and headed to the kitchen, hopefully to fix some supper. "Uncle Ray, I swear, I'm telling ya just what Donny's grandpa told us. That's part of the river where they filmed those old movies. He said the man that played Tarzan was an Olympic champion, but I don't remember his name." "Johnny Weismueller. He was a champion swimmer back in the twenties." He called back to us. Whatever; I shrugged my shoulders. "Lar, there was a rope tied off on a tree and me and Donny took turns swingin' and divin' into the river. After a while though we had to get out and lay in the sun ta get warm." "What'd ya do when you were just 'layin'' in the sun?" Larry had one of those dumb grins on his face when he asked me that. "Nothin' much; mostly talk some." It wasn't any of his business what we did. I didn't ask him how much sex he got into while I was gone. He didn't need to know about mine and I decided to change the subject. "What'd ya'll do today?" "We just went to the beach." Uncle Ray said it like it was no big deal. "Yeah, and we got jet skis." Larry suddenly blurted out, sounding excited. "We went to Villano and Uncle Ray taught me how to run the jet ski. We started in the inlet and then he let me jump some small waves. The first one threw my butt in the water and I thought the jet ski was gonna run over me, but it just shut itself off." "No way! You got ta go jet skiin'?" Uncle Ray looked at me and shrugged his shoulders. "Man, what a bummer." "Hey, no complaints. You weren't here and this was Larry's turn for some fun time. What else did you do at camp besides swim in Tarzan's river?" He changed the subject again. "We helped Mr. Paul put in some electrical stuff. He showed me how to set junction boxes. You shoulda seen Donny and me. We were both walking around naked and wearin' tool belts. The hammer hung down like a six-gun and we had quick draw contests. Donny's dad and grandpa just laughed at us; especially when each of us managed to crack ourselves in the nuts. They laughed and we cringed." Now Uncle Ray and Larry were both laughing. Why is it people think when a guy gets hit where no guy wants to be hit, it's funny? "Come on boys; let's eat. Then it's time for both of you to get cleaned up for bed and settle down. School tomorrow." Talk about ruining a mood. Uncle Ray sent Larry and me to get a shower while he cleaned up after dinner. Given the choice between a shower and kitchen duty, we just said okay and took off. While we were in the shower I told Larry what I learned from Donny and that I wanted to surprise Uncle Ray. We were both willing to bet he was going to go crazy when I did give him my little surprise. Larry and I stayed in the shower and probably used up most of the hot water. Larry told me about the powder rub-down and the plug Uncle Ray put in him. He also admitted to me that Uncle Ray helped him get off a couple of times. He had hoped he could get Uncle Ray to penetrate him, but he didn't. When he told me what happened, or didn't happen, it made me feel better. I knew that what they did shouldn't be any of my business. I also knew that I considered Uncle Ray to be mine; it didn't matter if that feeling was right or wrong, I thought of him as exclusively mine. Since Larry told me what happened with him and Uncle Ray, when he asked me what I did with Donny I told him. Before, I would normally tell him it wasn't any of his business. But things were changing between us to the point we could talk about some boy things. We were both kind of horned up, so before we got out of the shower we did play around some; actually, a lot. Larry knew that I wanted to pull my little surprise on Uncle Ray that night and helped me to get ready. While Uncle Ray got his shower, Larry went to bed and I turned out all the lights in the house. It was a little earlier than normal for us but there was a good reason. When he came out of the shower I was lying on the bed waiting for him. He looked at me and had that little smile that said he knew what I was up to. He begged off long enough to fix his coffee pot for in the morning. When he laid down, I climbed on top and straddled him. He placed his hands on my sides; they felt warm and comfortable. When he looked up at me, I knew I was home. He pulled me down to lie on his chest. I buried my face in his neck while he spoke softly in my ear. "I missed my boy." I squeezed my legs together and began bathing his neck and ear. His finger ran down my back and stopped at the top of my crack. He scratched the top of my crack lightly before moving down ever so slowly. I whimpered and went into sexual overdrive. When he asked me if I needed to get the edge off, I nodded and we began humping. Quickly, I unloaded between us and lay on him to catch my breath. "That wasn't fair," I told him. "I had somethin' planned as a surprise for you and you were supposed to be first." "I'm still here, kiddo, and waiting." I worked my way down his body, touching and caressing every spot I could think of. He moaned and squirmed a little, but not nearly as much as I wanted. Slowly, I sank down between his legs. I let my legs splay out and lie on top of his. Stretched as far as I could to straighten my neck, I licked the head of his tool and teased the helmet before moving on to the twins. I focused completely on his groin; nibbling, kissing and licking all areas till he had a thorough bath. I wrapped a fist around his shaft and worked to please him. While Donny and I lay on the beach drying in the sun I told him what I wanted to learn. At first he thought I was kidding, but then realized I was serious. He started telling me all these weird stories about how they used to have side shows at the fair or the circus. None of that made any sense to me until he got around to the sword swallowers. He asked me if I'd ever seen anybody swallow a sword. The only time I'd seen somebody do that was on television; but I knew what he was getting at. I spent the better part of two days learning to be a sword swallower. It's not as easy as someone might think, trying to keep your neck straight, overcome the gag reflex, and relax your throat muscles at the same time. I lost count of the number of times I tried to swallow the sword, or precisely, Donny's dick. I also lost count of the number of times he put a load in my gut. Every time I could get Donny hard, I was trying. When I finally did it, which was about three o'clock Saturday night, or Sunday morning, and two blue- balls after we started, Donny said he was glad and asked if he could get some rest. I told him only a little bit because I needed to practice. I needed to make sure I was over the gag reflex. Lying between Uncle Ray's legs I kept telling myself to relax and keep my throat straight. I knew there had to be a different way to do this, but I would have to practice some more, first. My throat was a little sore from Donny and I was nervous, so I had to keep repeating to myself 'don't gag', 'don't gag', 'don't gag'. Mixed with that was 'relax', 'relax', 'relax', and 'you can do this', 'you can do this'. After a while, with my mouth getting tired and numb, I decided to go for it. When he least expected any more, I gave him my surprise. Taking a shallow breath and forcing myself to relax, I swallowed his manhood and massaged the head with my throat. He bounced off the bed and hollered his surprise! "OHHHHH FUCK! . . God, boy! . .SHIIIIT!! . .AAAAGGGHHHHH!!! . . What the hell are you doin'?! . . .Damnation kid . . oooohhhhh, god, that's nice. When did . .?" I held on to his hips so he couldn't throw me off and kept swallowing. I knew that each swallow sent new waves of pleasure through him. Every few swallows I had to ease off for a breath, but moved right back on him. The exclamations that included more obscenities than I had ever heard from him, plus the moans and bouncing said everything I went through over the weekend was worth it. When he went over the edge, I made sure to keep him in deep and felt that different, almost strange feeling, as his juices struck deep down inside my throat. When he finished, he reached down and pulled me up to him where I got a hug and a kiss. "Boy, you are something special; you know that? Guess I know now what you learned over the weekend." "Yeah, it took me a while and my throat's still a little sore, but I'm glad I did. I wanted to be able to do something special for you." "You did, kiddo . . . you did." He held me and rubbed my back. I waited a little bit before I said anything. "Uncle Ray, can I have what I want now?" He rolled me on my back and spent forever, but not long enough, giving me pleasure over my whole body. While one hand worked part of my body and his mouth stimulated another part, I felt his fingers in me, massaging my magic spot. When I unloaded, he didn't quit, but kept going, sending wave upon wave of sexual bliss through me. I was crying out my pleasure and sweating. When he slowed down, I wrapped my legs around him and bucked for more. Finally, he put me on my back and lifted my legs over his shoulder. My special treat was coming. "Uncle Ray?" I looked up at him and he looked down at me with nothing but caring. "Your boy really wants to feel you, okay?" He bent down and kissed me softly on the forehead as I felt him slide in. My legs locked around his waist; I pulled myself into him as hard as I could and arched my back as I felt his pubes touch my sensitive skin. Beginning gently, he ignored my pleas to go harder until I stopped pulling myself into him. When I stopped, he began to pound me so hard I thought something was going to get jarred loose. When I cried out my lust and pleasure, he slowed down to a gentle rhythm. Fast and hard, slow and gentle, back to fast and hard. I panted and grunted with sweat pouring off me; my own juices coated my chest and belly. Finally, when I felt exhausted, I felt his warmth in me, filling me. At the end, he moved my right leg off his shoulder and turned so he lay behind me. I rested my head on his left arm while he pulled me into him. Spooned into his body, with my butt full of his manhood, he kissed me on the head and whispered, "Time for my boy to get some sleep." I lay there thinking about the special treatments we gave one another and wanted to do it again and again. There was only one more week left with Uncle Ray. Lying with him, with him filling me, I thought about my dad. I knew that he loved me and I loved him. Funny, sometimes there needs to be more. My dad wouldn't let me lean on him; he wouldn't talk with me, but at me. When Dad thought I'd done something wrong, he reacted and then asked me why. Uncle Ray always asked why and then acted. With Uncle Ray I knew he loved me but I could also feel it. My head lay on his arm and his other arm wrapped around me, holding me tight; the tears ran silently down my cheeks. I was going to have to leave him; we both knew it. I knew he would want me to be thankful for the time we had together and not be sad. He would expect me to be strong; I promised myself that I would try, but the tears still flowed. It was going to be a shitty week. The tears continued to flow as I fell asleep. End Ch Fifty-Eight To Be Continued; comments welcome; contact Dwight Wilson at adm2780@yahoo.com