Date: Sun, 27 Aug 2006 19:13:03 -0700 (PDT) From: adm2780 Subject: Brad's Idol Chapter Six All rights reserved. Other than downloading one copy for personal enjoyment, no part of this story may be reproduced or transmitted by any means, except for reviews, without the written permission of the author. As in real life, the sexual themes unfold gradually and are kept to a realistic level. Comments on the story are appreciated and may be addressed to the author at adm2780@yahoo.com This story contains descriptions of consensual sexual contact between males, adult and minor. As such it is homoerotic, designed for the entertainment of mature adults. If you are not of legal age to read such material, or if the subject matter would create irresolvable personal moral dilemmas, please exit now. The story is based mostly on real events with sufficient changes to names, dates, places and events to be fiction Chapter Six: Brad's Idol It's funny how summers seem to fly by but the school year takes its own sweet time. We were now well more than half way through my stay with Uncle Ray and I hadn't gotten to do nearly as much as I had hoped. Too many times on weekends we were invited to cookouts or parties at the beach. These parties would last late into the night. By the time we got home he just carried me inside, took off my clothes and I was sound asleep. Don't misunderstand, the parties were lots of fun. The trips o the beach and club with "Aunt Charlotte", Uncle Ray's neighbor, were fun, too. Aunt Charlotte was a good friend of Uncle Ray's mother. We attended three of the Star Light Symphony concerts held at the amphi-theater on the riverfront. We always sat on the grassy knoll with a drink and snacks listening to the music. Once, we packed a picnic type supper and enjoyed it there. Before you think the music was boring to a nine year old, I'll say the music program was designed to be cross-generational. Some I enjoyed, some I didn't. But I always enjoyed being there. I met a lot of people and did things I would otherwise never have had the opportunity to experience; but they cut into the time I had with Uncle Ray. If I got worn out with parties on the weekends, we still had the weeknights for play, right? No. We worked during the week, which meant I didn't sleep in like a lot of kids do on summer vacation. Uncle Ray's house was active between 6:45 and 7:00 every weekday morning. This meant that I had to go to bed around 9:00 and needed to be asleep around 9:30. This was almost as bad as when I was in school, except I had more fun during the day at Uncle Ray's. On a normal day we would get home around 6:00 or 6:30, then supper had to be prepared, eaten and dishes cleared and cleaned. Now, Uncle Ray did all the cooking, but I helped with setting the table, and clearing the dirty dishes while he washed and dried them (he said it was just as easy to do this as run the dishwasher -- so why did he have one?) While he finished the dishes, I was in the tub getting clean (playing). I got out and then he got clean. Sometimes he came in to get clean and I stayed in, too -- this was more fun. By the time all this is done and we can sit down for a few minutes it's almost 8:00. There wasn't a lot of time left for me to cuddle or for him to play with me. I did continue to climb in his lap much of the time, but I also discovered the pleasure of stretching out on the sofa and laying my head in his lap. Usually when I did this he would pick me up and move me so my chest was in his lap and my head lay on pillows propped against the sofa arm. He'd gently rub my back or run his fingers through my hair rather than the thorough massage he occasionally gave me. This was also relaxing, just in a different way. There were also times he would stretch out on the sofa and I would curl in next to him; I learned later this was called spooning. As I lay there using his arm to rest my head he would run his fingers through my hair or sometimes rest his hand on my side and gently scratch wherever his fingers touched. I liked it when he touched me and enjoyed feeling him up against me. Doing this with Uncle Ray felt natural, I didn't understand why I couldn't do it with my dad back home; why wouldn't he give me the attention and affection I craved? Uncle Ray was secure enough with himself to let me do what I needed to be secure and comfortable with myself. We were already at Thursday evening and I lay on the sofa next to him. I reminded him that I got a boogie board on my birthday, hadn't had a chance to use it and we had only been out a few times to ride our bikes. After talking a little he understood that I was asking for more time just for us. If someone called asking for us to go to another cookout or party, we had plans. If someone called wanting to meet us at the club, we had plans. This was to be our time and our time alone. He told me he liked that idea and would rather spend more alone time with me anyway -- good idea! There were two hitches to this idea. The yard work was normally done on Saturday, the same day I wanted to go both bike riding and to the beach. Uncle Ray thought that might be pushing it a little, but I didn't see anything wrong with a half day of each since we normally only spent a half day on either activity anyway. The question became, what do we do about the yard work that normally got done on Saturday morning? I thought we should hire someone, he shook his head, unless I was willing to pay out the money. Yard work was my responsibility for the summer -- it was one of my chores. I already knew how I thought we should handle it, but decided I should let this sit for a few minutes The second hitch was he still had to take me shopping for new school clothes. I pointed out we still had two or three weeks before school started and could worry about that later. Uncle Ray was not one to put things off to the last minute and preferred to shop before the crowds gathered. His solution to this problem was to go shopping this Sunday. This was not exactly what I had in mind for the weekend, but it did leave us alone together and I got a new wardrobe. The underlying consideration was the type and quantity of clothes I knew Dad would get and what I thought Uncle Ray would get. Based on my own personal interests I didn't object much to the Sunday shopping. Now it was my turn to suggest a solution to the first hitch. While the yard work was primarily my responsibility the truth is we both did it. I did the mowing while Uncle Ray ran the power edger and did some trimming. He never said it but I knew he didn't want me handling those power tools. I knew I didn't have a chance with the small tools but did argue I was big enough to handle the mower without his supervision; after all, I had been doing it all summer without mishap. At some point he was going to have to let me handle the mower without him around, why not start now? If he would trust me with the mower, I could stay home Friday and do the yard work; Saturday would then be clear for just us. His response was to let him think about it -- this translates into he couldn't come up with a good argument to counter mine. Friday morning started out like most except Uncle Ray dressed for the office and I scrounged out a pair of dirty cutoffs. After breakfast he must have made a dozen trips around both the front and back yards; about the third trip I figured out he was looking for junk I might hit with the mower. Just after 7:30 I cranked up the mower and started work. It took only a few minutes to work up a good sweat but it wasn't bad with the morning breeze blowing over my bare chest. Another thing I did to help keep cool was to not fasten my pants up all the way. I'd leave the waste snap unfastened and only pulled the zipper about three quarters of the way up; I counted on my butt to keep them from falling off. I started out in the front yard and figured I'd do the back last when the weather and me were the hottest. To stay cool I planned on shucking the pants as soon as I started around back anyway. When Uncle Ray was leaving for the office he walked up to me in the front yard. When he got close he stopped and smiled; I looked at him quizzically. He put his hand behind my head pulling me up next to him, and then stuck his other hand down the back of my shorts. "Did we forget something this morning?" "No, the boys at university don't wear underwear when it's hot; better air circulation. It's called goin' Green Beret. Besides I planned on shuckin' 'em when I got around back." "It's called going commando, not Green Beret. Just be careful when you fasten or unfasten that you don't get a delicate part caught in the zipper, it would be very painful. And, if you get a sensitive area sunburned I don't want to hear about it." As he said that he tapped my little dick. "I'll be careful." If I hadn't gotten anything burned up to this point I wondered why he thought I might now; it wasn't like this was the first time I'd run around in the backyard naked. "Do I work today?" "Yeah, someone will be headed downtown with a lot of courthouse work and they'll need your help. You need to be ready to go by 10:00. Want to go out to eat tonight and maybe catch a movie? You can choose where and what." "Just us?" "Just us. From now until it's time for you to go home, it's going to be just us. I heard you last night, loud and clear. I'm sorry I didn't realize what was happening before you said something." "Thanks, I'll look for a movie; but, Uncle Ray, do we have to be out late?" "No, why?" And I just answered with that 'just wait' grin that he calls mischievous. Dinner that night was a sub from the sandwich shop near the theater in the mall. We caught an early movie; you know one of those big action jobs. I've been trying to remember which one but just haven't been able to. It doesn't matter because, although the movie did catch my attention, I wanted to get home and do what I was really thinking about. When we got home we followed the normal routine, he went in for a quick bath and I followed. The only real difference this time was I didn't wait for him to finish before I jumped in. We played a little and he pretty much wound up bathing me, something I always enjoyed. I was hoping he would tell me he had a surprise for me and would be back in a few to get me -- he didn't even come close, so it was going to be left up to me. I stayed in the tub only a few minutes after he left; I wanted him to have time to settle into his familiar spot on the sofa. When I got out of the tub I went ahead and pulled the plug, usually I did this later for some reason I can't even begin to know now. With towel in hand I headed to the living room. Normally he'd have me stand in front of him or pick me up and set me in his lap to dry me. This time I didn't want either of those. As I approached him I didn't wait to make sure he knew I was there, I just climbed right on up without breaking stride. "Hey, you're getting me all wet again." "You'll dry; here's a towel." He reacted with his 'what are you up to' look. I wrapped the towel around my shoulders and leaned into him, wrapping my arms under his and back up to the top of his shoulders. This should have given him a clue of what I was up to since this is how I hold him when we play and I hump his stomach. "Okay, I get the message, somebody's looking for attention." Finally, he starts getting the message! "What are you up to?" At first I give him my innocent and sweet "who me?" smile and then hug him. He's drying me off by now with that great brisk rub he has. When he reaches the bottom of my back I raise up so he can dry my butt and the back of my legs. It feels great when he takes the towel and gently tickles my crack by running it up and down several times. Maybe he's figured out what I want. Just in case he isn't totally sure I decide to tell him. While giving him a hug and a kiss on the neck, which he seems to enjoy, I tell him "I want to play horny toad." Then I let go of his neck and plopped backwards. It was a great time, as always, before going to bed. Saturday morning I was up, ready to load the bikes and go. Uncle Ray said breakfast first, and then we would service the bikes here before loading them on the truck. Both bikes only needed a little oil and the gas tanks filled; both cranked with no problems and we let them warm up before loading. We rode in an area known as the power lines which was over half way to the beach. I put on a pair of old jeans and my riding boots, grabbed the helmet and jumped in the truck. Uncle Ray went back and got me a shirt and some sun screen; he said I had to wear one or the other if I was going to be out in the sun all day -- I chose the sunscreen. I had also grabbed my boogie board and cutoffs for the beach. We rode the bikes till about 1:00 in the afternoon. Do you have any idea how much sand and dirt will stick to you if you're wearing sunscreen? I needed the ocean just to clean off all the sand that to me from bike riding. We hit a drive thru for a quick hamburger and headed for a state park Uncle Ray preferred for the beach. The park had showers and facilities. I didn't wait to get there to change. I stripped out of the jeans and into the cutoffs while he drove. He looked over and laughed because I was going commando again. The beach wasn't too crowded but if I wanted to use the boogie board we were required to find an area with not too many people, particularly kids that I could run over, and suitable waves. We didn't have to walk too far for the right spot, but it was away from the facilities. There was a couple of guys older than me riding their boards who gave me some tips that helped a lot. I rode, and fell off, the boogie board while the waves pounded him. It wasn't too long before the hamburger and coke caught up and I needed a bathroom. Rather than run all the way back to the facilities, since I only needed to pee I headed over the dunes. As I topped the dunes I froze in my steps; there lay two guys stark naked. One was on top of the other, the bottom guy had his legs drawn up and feet locked over the top guy's back. The top guy's butt was pumping up and down something like I imagine mine looked when playing with Uncle Ray sometimes. Both guys were making loud moaning sounds. I don't know if I stood there frozen for ten seconds or ten minutes, but I did run back where I came from. I headed straight for the water and had forgotten why I even went on the other side of the dune. Uncle Ray saw me and called me over. "Brad, what's wrong son?" "Nothin'" "Brad....this is me, don't tell me nothin'; somethin' is written all over your face. You look like you were scared by something. Now, what's going on?" I looked up at Uncle Brad rather sheepishly and hesitated, but I knew he wouldn't stop asking. "I went behind the dune to take a pee. Well....I saw two naked guys on the other side." "Okay....and why would that scare you?" "They weren't just laying there getting a sun tan. One was laying on top of the other and they both were moaning real loud. They were playing and I knew I shouldn't be there so I ran." "Brad, you know what they were doing. I still want to know why that scared you. Did they threaten you?" "No sir, I just...well, I just was afraid if they saw me they'd get mad and maybe come after me and...well....that's the first time I've ever seen something like that 'cept in a magazine." "Brad, look at me son. There's no need for you to be scared. Even if they did know you saw them and they got mad, you know I'm not going to ever let anybody hurt you, don't you? I think maybe you were more surprised or shocked by what you saw, it isn't exactly what you'd expect on a public beach. " "Yes, sir." Now I had my arms around Uncle Ray hugging and holding on. "Well, you did the right thing by turning around and coming back. We'll let them mind their business and we'll mind ours. Since this is a public beach it was't a good choice on their part. Did you ever get to pee?" "Not yet, but I will right now." And took off for the water. When it was time to leave we headed to the facilities building where they had showers. I don't know if the sand and dirt I had on me was from the bike ride, the beach or a combination of both, but I was covered in sand including inside my clothes. I rinsed off under the shower while Uncle Ray handled some personal business, but was having trouble with sand inside my clothes that had also worked its way into the crack. This made walking not painful but definitely uncomfortable. When Uncle Ray walked out to the showers which were outside the building he didn't look too happy when he saw that I had taken my shorts off and was standing their naked. "What are you doing, you know this is not a clothing optional beach." "I got sand in my crack and can't get it out." About then one of the guys I saw on the other side of the dune walked up. He looked at me and smiled. I just looked at Uncle Ray. Uncle Ray pulled me up to the front of him and leaned over my shoulders to clean the sand out; he had trouble getting it all out too. Finally he picked me up and put me over his shoulder, aiming my butt at the shower head for a stronger spray. After brushing out my crack with his hand several times he put me down and told me to get my shorts back on. The tone meant now and no arguing. I looked over at the man I had seen on the other side of the dunes and he was just standing there watching us with a smile on his face. I fell asleep in the truck on the way home. This let me get a good forty five minute nap which served to get me recharged. When the bikes were unloaded and put away we went inside to really get cleaned up. I got a little burn, but nothing that hurt or wouldn't tan. After my bath I walked out to find pizza had been delivered. I didn't even bother to hand the towel to Uncle Ray to dry me, I was famished and just grabbed the pizza; I'd drip dry. After the pizza I ran to the bathroom and brought back the baby powder. "You've had a full day and now you want me to give you a powder rub?" "Uncle Ray, you jump to conclusions too fast. I didn't say this was for me. This is my surprise for you, if you'll lie down on the sofa." He did, and I climbed on top. I sprinkled some powder on his back and began to rub. I was trying to copy what he did to me that felt so good. I don't know how good I was but he seemed to enjoy it. I had to sit on his back to be able to lean down and put any pressure on. As I worked my way down his back I'd have to slip down until I was on his butt and then the back of his legs. Sitting on his legs and leaning forward to rub his lower back and butt my little prick would be rubbing along the surface of his crack; this served to get me at attention. When I finished there I ask him to turn over -- he was way too big for me to pick him up and flip him the way he did me. While I was giving him a rubdown we talked about what I had seen at the beach. He was more concerned that what I saw didn't upset or bother me. I asked him why should it. He wanted to know if I understood what they were doing, I told him I knew they were fucking. I knew a lot more than I think he was willing to give me credit for. He didn't ask me any more. When he turned over I continued the powder rubdown, beginning at the shoulders. As I worked my way down and got over his pecs, I stayed there and played with his nips some until they got hard, just like he always did with me. Then, using my middle finger, I flicked each one real hard; he jumped. I kept going down, sliding my seat down as I went, until I was sitting on his package. When I got there I deliberately wiggled my butt a lot, and then kept moving down. I sprinkled some powder all over the groin area and played around some; I knew this would get him squirming some the way he liked to make me squirm. I moved on down his legs and then back up the inside of the thigh. When I finished there I deliberately sat back on his dick and squirmed, then leaning forward and propping myself on his chest, I started rocking slowly, much the same way I had when I got here the first of the summer and he wet us both. He told me to be careful or we'd both get wet. I told him that's what I was trying to do 'cause I knew it felt good to him. He had done a lot for me and I wanted to do something for him, and if it made me feel good too, that was okay. While I was rocking on him this way I could tell he was hard and full. I just kept rocking and he started talking to me like we were having a casual conversation. He had a surprise for me, too. The next weekend we would not be able to ride the bikes because we wouldn't be in town. We were leaving on Thursday morning to go whitewater rafting. In addition to that we would visit a real Indian tribe to see how they lived and how it was different from what we read about in school, and go panning for gold. This sounded great to me and to show how happy I was I started rocking as hard and fast as I knew how. It wasn't long before he was holding my hips, guiding me. After a few minutes he told me to stretch my legs out and lay on top of him. He hooked his legs over mine, holding me down, and got a good grip on my butt. After asking if I was sure I wanted to do this I lay my head down on his chest and got a firm grip on his shoulders to pull myself up and keep rocking. He then started humping me and I humped back. We were both breathing hard, sweating and moaning. When I didn't think I had the strength to go any longer he pushed down real hard on my butt and had both of us bouncing off the sofa. I reached that magic moment more than once. He wet both of us. Then we just lay there with me being held in his arms; my safe position. End Chapter Six To Be Continued: Comments welcome; contact Dwight Wilson at adm2780@yahoo.com