Date: Tue, 21 Aug 2007 15:29:47 -0700 (PDT) From: adm2780 Subject: Brads Idol Chapter Sixty-Three 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 Matthew for his time and efforts proof reading and editing the chapters. Matthew's assistance contributes substantially to a more enjoyable story. If you like feel good stories, allow me to recommend "Never Take Love For Granted". Matthew wrote it and if I have any criticism, it's that he doesn't write fast enough or post as often as I would like. Chapter Sixty-Three: Brad's Idol Wednesday morning, normally time to get up and get ready for school; however, I was on suspension for kicking the school bully's butt. I decided to punish myself and sleep in. The bed rocked when Uncle Ray got up, but I ignored him. I was actually in a kind of half-sleep. I knew he was in the room, I could hear him. The sounds told me what he was doing from shaving, to his shower, to opening the drawer to pull out clean underwear and socks. I heard it all, but really none of it; I was still half asleep. The bed rocked again, this time he sat down and I rolled towards the depression. "Hey, kiddo, look this way." There was that teasing sound in his voice I'd heard more times than I could count. "Noooo. I know what you look like. It's too early." I whined in response. "Look at me. I want to know that what I'm saying registered up top." I turned my head enough to look at him and let the eyelids roll back just far enough to register an image. I didn't see any detail, but there was an image. "What." I managed to get out. "I'm leaving for work and you have school work to do. You know, if you weren't on suspension you'd be down at the bus stop about now. How come you're sleeping in today?" "Because I can. I'm still a growin' kid and need plenty of sleep." He didn't say anything. "Uncle Ray, why don't you play hooky today and stay with me?" "Sorry, kiddo. Sounds like a good idea, but it doesn't work that way. Listen to me now, you need to get your assignments done and behind you. When Donny comes over I want you to promise me you'll be careful, okay?" That request woke me some. That sounded like a really strange thing to say. Be careful? Why? It's Donny; he wouldn't hurt me." Before I could let everything register enough to say anything, he kissed me on the forehead, patted my butt and left. Something he did say registered right off the bat. Uncle Ray had a priority list he followed. Take care of your work and other responsibilities, then take time to play. Do both well so you don't embarrass yourself; and have fun. That was his way of saying he'd be looking for my work as soon as he got home. If it wasn't done then he would escort me to the study, sit me at the desk with no television or radio and expect to not see nor hear from me until I was finished. I made myself get up and parked myself at the desk with a bowl of cereal and my assignments. Sometimes, school could be a real pain. Sometimes, school could be a real bore. The only salvation with going to school is that you didn't suffer alone. When you were on suspension and all alone, school work was both a pain and a bore; double time! I kept playing tunes in my head while I worked and it helped. I looked at the clock and realized I'd been sitting there for almost three hours doing school work. That kind of attention span on school stuff was a record for me. At the end, for some reason completely unknown to me, I started thinking about Tom Cruise and That Old Time Rock 'n Roll. I remembered doing my impression of Tom Cruise in his underwear for Uncle Ray. That was a while back, but I was just in that kind of mood. I found the record and put it on the stereo. One thing about Uncle Ray's stereo; if you didn't set it to end after the record played, it just went back and repeated the program. While the music played and got me even deeper into the mood, I put on some thick white socks and one of Uncle Ray's dress shirts; fresh and neatly ironed, naturally. Tom wore a blue shirt, unbuttoned, in the movie with a white undershirt. I wore a blue shirt with one button buttoned and stayed naked. When I bounced, everything showed nicely. The record ended and I waited for it to begin again. When it did I made a nice slide down the hall towards the family room. I could see myself in the patio doors. The reflection wasn't the best, but it was good enough. While I lip-synced the song, the moves were really good. Everything bounced around and showed real good. I watched myself in the mirror and thought this would be fun to do with Uncle Ray again. I watched the equipment move around and first appear and then hide behind the shirt-tail. When I thought about what would be fun for Uncle Ray to do to me, I went into full salute mode. I also knew I didn't want to wait on Uncle Ray; I'd probably have to play with Larry or have a private session real soon. At the end, I stood in front of the doors, humped a couple of times, and gave my self a nice compliment. "You sexy, sexy boy. WHOOOOO!" I told myself. "I'd double that! You sure have one of the nicest bubble butts I've ever seen." "HOLY SHIT!!" I screamed out. When I turned around there was Donny, already naked and in full salute! "When'd you get here?" "A few minutes ago. Man, the way you were doin' that song and dance, there's no way I was goin' ta interrupt. You were definitely hot. C'mere." We walked towards one another and then, suddenly, he put his hands around my chest and spun me around towards Uncle Ray's chair. I plopped down pretty hard but he didn't waste any time diving down on my need. "Ohh gaaaahhhdd, Donny, . . ohhh, shiiit, man . .fuck . .yeeeaaahhh . .take it . . . take it, hard! " He was blowing me so hard it was like he hadn't had any sex in a month. He was going strong and hard; it felt fantastic! I put both hands on his head, but I couldn't hold him. After he sucked on me some, he let go and drew the twins in to his nice wet, warm cave. His tongue pushed them from side to side while I was ready to freak out from pleasure. Suddenly he let go and backed off; he sat back on his heels, stared at me, and then got this really weird smile on his face. He grabbed my leg and arm and spun me around. I didn't know what was going on but there was something special about what he did. It wasn't planned or thought about; at least not by me. It just happened and it was really hot. He had me turned on so bad it wasn't funny. When he turned me he had me upside down. I could feel the welting on the cushion top pushing against my butt; my feet were flying in the air. His knees hit the front edge of the seat cushion and his dick was in my face. He moved his hips so his sac bounced off my face. All he said to me was to open and he filled me with his tool. I was being face fucked, turned on, and liked it!. He bucked his hips back and forth, his sac slapping me in the eyes with each thrust. Uncle Ray did this to me once and I wasn't sure if I liked it or not. Right now, this was so hot that I didn't care. I put my feet down on top of the chair and started humping into his mouth. Two could play this game. I didn't mind being face fucked and him having a good time so long as I did too. "That's it, you're getting' into it now." He sort of laughed and said to me. I wasn't sure what he was talking about, but I knew what I was into, I wanted to get my rocks off and this was driving me crazy with pure lust. He fucked hard and I loved it. The harder he gave it to me the wilder I got. He didn't hurt me. How could he? I was impaled on the very tool that originally taught me to deep throat. I used all my skill to drive him nuts. I grabbed a handful of cheek in each hand and guided his butt into my face. I even reached under and grabbed a handful of balls. I knew he felt it when he yelped. I was still humping right along with him. My only problem was that I sweat so heavily that I was also sliding on the chair. We worked at it, and all too soon, we both unloaded inside the other. When it was over, we both collapsed to the floor, panting for our breaths. "Man, you were one hot fuck this morning." Donny told me. "Me? Man, I've never seen you go at it like that. I thought you was gonna pound my face in. What got you so horned up this early in the day?" I told him, smiling. But his smile faded and he got this worried look on his face. "Brad? I didn't hurt ya, did I? I'm sorry, I didn't mean to . .you know . .it's just that when I came in you were doing that sexy dance and all . .well, you know how it is sometimes . .I saw you doin' that and it was instant horn dog time. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have." "Wha-at? Are you kiddin'? Donny, that was fuckin' hot man. It was just so . . you know . . it was just so instant, spur of the moment. I'd never done it like that. Sometimes, I've been surprised and had a good time, but not with something that wild. That was unreal." "Yeah . . well, I'm glad I didn't hurt you. And, Brad, it wasn't right, man. You don't just attack somebody like I did you and start rapin' their mouth. But, you know what, I said it at the camp, and I'll say it here, you got one helluva talented throat." "You too, I thought you was gonna suck my balls off or at least try to suck your dick right through mine." We both fell over laughing. I turned and lay my head on his chest. He ran his fingers through my now sweat-soaked hair. We talked about school some and our assignments. Of course, he was one grade ahead of me so we didn't have a whole lot to talk about. Not until the subject of food came up anyway. That we had no trouble with and did a repeat of the day before. We ate on the patio and then swam some. After we swam, he sat on the steps and I leaned against him. He played with my nipples and we gently went into the sixty-nine position. One great thing about being a teenager was that we recovered fast and had more opportunities to enjoy ourselves. Donny went home before Larry got home with a promise to see me the next day. When Larry came home he looked more than just a little flushed. Some people would look at him and think he was mad about something; I knew better. After he got naked he got a snack out of the kitchen and joined me on the patio. I took one look at him and knew I was right, he was excited. Sometimes I wondered how he made it through a school day without embarrassing himself; then, I was willing to bet that he didn't. "Brad, how come you don't ever play with me any more? We used to have fun after school but since we been here, you just ignore me." "Lar, don't look now, but I don't think you've really been neglected. I mean, when Ben's over here or you're over at his house, I bet you don't sit around playin' Monopoly." "No, but sometimes we do play house or king of the castle." He was grinning from ear to ear. I just closed my eyes and shook my head. The next thing I felt was water splashing all over me. Larry did a cannon-ball into the pool. "Lar!" I glared at him. "Oops, sorry, guess I was a bad boy." That was his signal for the game he wanted to play. I jumped in the pool and went after him like I was mad. Taking him by the wrist I led him out of the pool and made him sit on the chaise. He was told to stay there or face harsher punishment. I found the rope and cuffs we used and put them on him. He was then tied securely to the chaise. The next step was to gag him. How he got off on all this no one ever figured out. No one was willing to claim a blood relation either. I found the last item needed in Uncle Ray's room. Returning to the patio I showed the implement to Larry, who feigned fear but really loved it. I inserted the plug and set the vibrator to medium. Larry began to squirm with pleasure. He was definitely weird; really weird. **** "Uncle Ray, this mornin' when you were goin' ta work, you said somethin' about 'when' Donny came over. You didn't say 'if'. How'd you know?" We were in bed; I was snuggled into my nest while he rubbed my back. I was still trying to figure out what he meant that morning. "Instincts, kiddo; just instincts," was his whole answer. "Whadda ya mean 'instincts'? What made you think he was comin' over? And, what did you mean when you said to be careful?" I could feel him take a deep breath and then he shifted so I wound up on my back and he was propped up on his elbow, looking down at me. His face had this smile on it; it was a caring smile as he ran his fingers through my hair. "Whether you realize it or not, I can tell that you like Donny. Can you deny that?" "Pro'bly not; depends on what you mean by 'like'." I was the son of a lawyer and the boy of the man who had to be the absolute champion at qualifying an answer. "Well, why don't we say that you're not falling-head-over-heals-can't-live-without-him in love at this point, but he is a kind of special friend? He's special enough that you'd be willing to have sex with him, and I think we've already had that understanding; right?" God, I couldn't very well deny something I'd already admitted. "Do you remember me telling you that the teen years were the years you get to experiment and learn? I think I also told you that you needed to spend time with others and learn that different people like doing things different ways. Hopefully, I've also taught you that there's a difference between love and lust, but sometimes the two can mix." "Yes, sir. I know. Are you tryin' ta tell me somethin' about Donny?" "I'm trying to tell you to be careful about what you agree to do. You are accustomed to being with me and maybe Larry and Ben, and, now, Donny . I don't know who else, if anyone, and it's none of my business. That's your private business unless you want to share. I'm also trying to tell you that I know, for a fact, that Donny likes rough sex. That's the kind of games the boys down at the camp like to play. Didn't the guys try to get Donny to join in on their games and he wouldn't? That's because he wanted to protect you. Sometimes it can get pretty rough and somebody could get hurt. I don't think permanently, and I know how he feels about you and he wouldn't do anything to deliberately hurt you." "How do you know those things about him?" "Why did I tell you I thought it might be a good idea for you to go with Donny and his family to the camp? Do you remember?" "Yeah. You said it was to learn how other boys handled things sometimes, but I wasn''t sure what you meant." I thought a moment. "Ooohhhhhh ^Å" "Uncle Ray, I'll be careful, I promise. But, I think I gotta tell ya somethin'. Me and Donny, well, he came over and I was doin' my Tom Cruise imitation; you know, the one where he danced in his socks and underwear? I didn't know Donny was in the house watchin' me and well, he got kinda real, real hot. He kinda tossed me to your chair and went down on me. Then he turned me upside down and face fucked me. I was surprised, but I got real turned on, too, and started doin' the same thing ta him.. Uncle Ray, it was really hot and I liked it. Donny apologized when it was over and said he was sorry if he hurt me. Thing was, I wanted ta do some more. Is that wrong?" "C'mere, boy." He pulled me up so that my face was even with his. "I always said that the day would come that I'd have to let my boy go and let him grow up. What you did wasn't wrong and if you liked it, that wasn't wrong either. Just promise me to be careful, okay?" "Okay. Uncle Ray? I love you." I gave him a kiss on the cheek and a hug; then I settled into my nest while he scratched my butt. I fell asleep thinking how hot the sex Donny and I had was. I also knew that I wanted to at least try more. I was sitting at Uncle Ray's desk trying to get my assignments done, but not having much luck I kept wondering if Donny was coming over again and if we could go at it some more. For me to do the Tom Cruise imitation again was a bit obvious. I thought about just flat out telling him I wanted to try his kind of sex, but I was afraid that might include him getting my butt. My butt was private. I wasn't ready to let anyone have it except Uncle Ray; not even Donny. The next thing I realized was that I was sitting at Uncle Ray's desk playing with myself and getting lost in the feelings when the phone rang. What a killer! "Hello?" What else could I say? "Hey, kiddo. You awake now?" "Yeah, I'm doin' my assignments like you said." "Brad? Have you been runnin'? You sound like you're breathing a little hard." Oh, great! No way was I admitting the truth. "Only down the hall. I was half way between the kitchen and the study when the phone rang. I just ran for it." I lied and it felt like my heart moved up to my throat and was pounding away. "Why'd you call?" Please let that direct his thoughts somewhere else, please? "Oh, Mr. Paul called about a couple of things. He said if you and Larry decided you wanted some recessed lights in your room he'd install them for you. He also said Donny knew how to wire speakers for the stereo if you wanted." This sounded good, but not quite right. But . . "That'd be neat! But, I never thought about lights. I don't know where to put 'em." "Don't worry about it, kiddo, we'll figure it out. He asked me something else, too. They're going down to the camp this weekend and he was wondering if you'd like to go down with them. I told him I'd have to ask you." "To Donny's grandparent's place? Yeah!" Talk about an unexpected surprise. "Well . .but . .Uncle Ray? I want to, it'd be fun, but when do I get to be with you?" Every weekend that went by I knew I was closer to having to leave him and I wanted some time for me and him. "You won't be gone all weekend. You'll leave tonight and come back early Sunday. That'll still give us part of Sunday and Monday. Monday's a school holiday, remember? Plus, I'll take Monday off. There is one condition, though. All of your school assignments have to be finished today." "Today?! No way!" "Today. Yes, way. Otherwise, we'll have a nice long weekend together. Donny's been told the same thing." Then I heard the call waiting beep in. "Okay, I can get it done, but I've gotta get busy. When Larry gets home he's so loud I won't get nearly as much done." "Alright, I'll call and tell Mr. Paul you can go. Get busy, okay, kiddo?" "I will. Bye." Then I punched in the waiting call; it was Donny. "Hey, Brad, did'ja hear about going to my grandparent's place?" "Yeah, Uncle Ray just called. He said I have to finish my assignments if I want to go. So, I gotta get back to work." "Same here; I was just callin' to let you know I have to get finished, too, so I won't be over later. We'll have time down there though. That okay?" "Yeah, sounds like fun. Uhhh, Donny, you know . . . that's alright. We'll talk later, gotta get to work. Later." I wanted to tell him how hot I thought what we did yesterday was, but for some reason I didn't. I'd been playin' with myself the whole time I was on the phone and had to just drop to my knees and finish things off. Then I was able to concentrate on my work. **** "Bra-ad. Hey, kiddo, where are you?" Uncle Ray was home and I was still working. "In the study. I'm almost done." I hollered back at him. He walked into the study with that look of his that said 'what's going on'. I had turned the thermostat up so it was eighty-two degrees in the house. I liked it like that sometimes because it made me sweat a little and I thought it felt good. He looked at the thermostat in the hall and changed it. He just looked at me and shook his head; he knew what had happened. "You say you're almost finished? That's good, because they'll be here in about an hour. You want a sandwich before you leave? Where's Larry?" "He's out skateboardin' with the new kid down the street, Jerry something or other. A sandwich would be good. I haven't eaten all day; I been too busy." While Uncle Ray made a quick snack (that's all one sandwich was to a thirteen year old boy) I finished checking my work. When I finished I jumped up to tell him. I headed to the kitchen and stopped right behind him. "Uncle Ray, I'm done; it's ready to be checked." He turned around and looked at me, smiling. "What happens if too many of the problems are wrong?" I looked at him and all of a sudden got this strange feeling in my gut. "They're not; I already checked the answers in the back of the book. If I had the wrong answer, then I wrote down the right one and went back and found the mistake and corrected it in my work." That strange feeling stayed with me, I couldn't help it. When he turned to look at me I reached up and put my arms around his neck and pulled myself up on him. I had a death grip going and wouldn't let go. His hands supported my butt as he carried me over and set me on the counter. "Easy, easy kiddo. What's wrong?" Then he sniffed. "Boy, I can tell you one thing that's wrong; you need a bath. What have you been doing, as if I couldn't guess?" I had to blush ten shades of red. "Don't pick on me, Uncle Ray. There's nothin' wrong. It's just that I want to go, but I don't at the same time. Understand?" He kissed me on the forehead before he answered. "I understand. You need to remember that I'll be right here when you get back, okay? I'll be waiting on my boy. Is that who will be coming back to me?" I knew what he meant and smiled before I gave him a big hug. "Right now, kiddo, before they get here, and while I'm making your snack, you need a bath. I'm not going to ask what you've been doing, I can guess. You stink, and I mean really stink. Get going." He plopped me down on the floor and I felt the old familiar love swat as I took off. I laughed all the way to the shower. All afternoon I'd been feelin' more horny than normal and I did somethin' about it. I also felt like being a little 'dirty'; that's why the temperature in the house was high. I liked feeling sweaty and the slick feeling from it. I also caught most of the boy milk and used it like a lotion; that's why I smelled. I dressed properly and was almost through the sandwich when Donny and his dad walked in. We waved, and I took off with the remaining part of the sandwich in my hand to get my bag. When I came out Uncle Ray wanted to know what I packed. Sometimes he acted just like a parent. I told him I had clean socks and underwear, a clean shirt, one pair of shorts, and my toothbrush and hair brush. I didn't think I needed all that; we were going to a nudist camp. As we left I heard Uncle Ray and Mr. Paul talking and didn't pay much attention. What caught my attention was when I heard Donny say something about taking care of me and watching out for me. When I was almost to the car I gave Donny my bag and ran back to Uncle Ray. I did the flying leap thing into his arms and hugged him. As he set me down I gave him a kiss on the cheek. He held my face in his palms as he kissed me on the forehead and told me to have a good time. "I will. And, Uncle Ray, I'll be careful. Promise." "Is my boy coming back to me?" "Yeah . . ." and I was off to the car. His boy would be back, but he planned on coming back with new experiences. End Chapter Sixty-Three To Be Continued: comments welcome; contact Dwight Wilson @ adm2780@yahoo.com