Date: Thu, 31 Jan 2008 16:25:49 -0800 (PST) From: adm2780 Subject: Brad's Idol Chapter Seventy-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. 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 its good; really good. Chapter Seventy-Six: Brad's Idol Classes on Friday were like a hazy dream. I managed to get myself worked into a frenzy over the dance and what I was going to do, or not do. My insides felt like they were jumping all over the place; I was almost afraid to eat anything. One part of me was excited and said got for it, it'll be a blast. Another part of me said no-way! Both sides kept changing their minds about which side was going to win. Saturday needed to hurry and get here before I starved myself. Neither Uncle Ray nor Larry would tell me what they were up to. Uncle Ray said I needed to just sit back and let Larry have his turn at some fun and something a little different. When I asked them if it had to do with a costume for the dance, neither of them denied it, but they still wouldn't tell me what it was. Uncle Ray was picking Larry up at school again and said I'd know what was happening before the dance. I didn't argue with them, figuring I had enough issues of my own to deal with. "Hey, Brad, you ready for tonight?" I turned to see Todd heading my way, grinning like a Cheshire. "I don't know, man. Part of the time I think about it and get excited, the rest of the time I break into a cold sweat. I do think it might be hot though, if they'll let me do it." "Yeah, well, listen, some of the kids don't know what we're talkin' about. They heard of Tom Cruise, but say they only heard their parents talk about that movie. When I tell 'm you're gonna have ta lose your pants ta do it, everybody goes kinda kinky. Know what I mean?" "I hope you didn't let 'em think I was gonna be naked; it ain't gonna happen!" "Naaahhh, we told 'em that in the movie Tom Cruise did it in his underwear. Man, the girls are goin' ape over this shit." Todd laughed himself almost to tears; he was having a good time. "Well, you better tell 'em they're gonna get disappointed, 'cause I'm not doin' it in my drawers neither. I'll be wearin' my joggin' shorts." "You mean the ones I saw with most of the built-in underpants cut out and slit up the side?" He talked loud enough that we might just as well have been on the school public announcement system. By the time lunch break came around, my fate was sealed. I would have it made for the rest of my junior high career because I pulled it off, or because I tried to pull it off and the teachers kicked me out forever. The other option was to do nothing and be labeled a chicken. There was no way I could survive junior high as a chicken. My third option, for which I had little or no hope, was for Uncle Ray to tell me to stay home. When I got home my stomach felt like it was doing flip-flops and I thought I was going to be sick. I knew it was nerves and laughed at myself. After all, the people who would see me were just kids that I went to school with and a few teachers or chaperones. My nerves were so bad I didn't even feel like eating my usual after school snack. A nap sounded better. "Brad." I heard my name through a fog. "Hey, kiddo, wake up." The voice got a bit more clear and then I felt his hand rubbing my back to wake me. I rolled over to look up. "Hi," was all I could manage while I tried to wipe the sleep out of my eyes. "What time is it?" "A little after five. When did you lie down for your nap?" "Soon as I got home from school." Uncle Ray looked at me like he was worried. "You feel okay? You're not sick are you?" "Only in my stomach; it's been flip-floppin' on me some. Uncle Ray, I think I really fucked up good. Everybody's waitin' for me to do my imitation thing and, well . . to tell the truth, I'm kinda scared 'bout it." He didn't say anything, he just looked at me like I was supposed to keep talking. "I mean, s'pose I try to slide in and wind up doin' a split, or worse!? I don't wanna make myself into the laughing stock of the school." "Brad, the kids that will be there are the same kids you go to school with everyday. A number of them are your friends. Remember this, don't take yourself, or what you'll be doing, too seriously. Laugh at yourself a little, and the others will laugh with you. I imagine that if you do mess up a little, you won't be the only one. The trick is to turn the screw-up into something fun for everyone. I know it sounds like a lot of crap right now, but one day you'll learn that it's true." He leaned over and kissed the top of my head and mussed my air. "Now, would you like to hear some good news, or maybe it's some not so good news, depending on your perspective." "What are you talkin' about?" Adults had a way of making things more complicated than they needed to be sometimes. "I'll be at the dance, too. Paul is supposed to be the head chaperone and it seems one of the other parents that was supposed to be there can't make it. He needs one more or they'll be in violation of some kind of school rule regarding how many chaperones they need at an event like this. I wouldn't say yes or no until I talked to you and Larry. You know, it might work to your advantage." "I think it's cool for you to be there," I answered, excited. "But, where's Larry and what have ya'll been doin'?" I got his 'I'm havin' a good time' smile and about the same time I heard a shower come on. "Larry's getting ready for the dance; what about you?" I knew I had to go; actually, I really wanted to go. The only thing that I didn't want to do was make myself look like a fool in front of everyone. Uncle Ray thought I was over- reacting. He must have been too old to remember what junior high was all about. Whatever happened would follow me all the way to graduation, assuming I lived that long. Larry strolled out of the shower and I froze in my tracks. The fact that he was naked meant nothing, we usually were. It was his hair that stopped me. I just looked at him, and then at Uncle Ray. There was no doubt that someone had styled, cut or done whatever to his hair; and it was plastered in place. When I looked a little closer I saw that he had some highlights in his hair, too. Uncle Ray just smiled and watched us. Larry turned a little to the side and struck a pose with one hand on his hip and the other near his face with a finger touching his nose. "Behold!" he declared, "a new Greek god is born." "A what?" I retorted in sheer disbelief. "Lar, most statues of Greek gods are done in the nude. You're not about to try somethin' stupid are ya?" Uncle Ray laughed, but I wouldn't put anything past Larry. "Nah, Uncle Ray wouldn't let me go naked. I told 'im it'd give everybody a thrill, but he still said no." Larry laughed and Uncle Ray just shook his head. "Okay, boys, time to get ready if you're going to the dance. Larry, you need to get yourself a sandwich or something before you dress. You mess your clothes up and there isn't anything I can do to help you." You never had to mention food to Larry more than once and he was off. Uncle Ray and I climbed in the shower and all I got was a little help with the shampoo. There wasn't even any time for teasing a little. Actually, there was a little time, but I had to choose between teasing and getting frustrated, or grabbing a bite to eat. As soon as I managed to swipe the towel over the majority of my body, I ran to the kitchen. "Hey, leave the sandwich stuff out; I'm hungry too. You gonna tell me what kind of costume you're wearin'?" "Nope, Uncle Ray said it was supposed ta be a surprise; and, believe me, it will be. I can't wait ta see the look on Ben's face when he sees me. Course, you'll see it when we leave, but you gotta promise to let the others figure it out on their own." I wasn't sure what the big deal was, so I just shrugged my shoulders; whatever. My outfit was simple. Clean jeans, clean sneakers, long sleeved shirt, my jock support and jogging shorts. The only other things I needed was something to use for a microphone since I was fairly certain there wouldn't be any fireplace tools available like Tom Cruise used, and the music. Uncle Ray had gone on line and downloaded about a minute and a half to two minutes of Bob Seger's Old Time Rock 'n Roll for me. He also managed to find somewhere a black stick that telescoped to use as a microphone. The closer we got to time to leave, the more nervous I became, but the more excited at the same time. I stopped in my tracks, though, when I saw Larry. "Holy, shit! Where'd you get that outfit?" I was dumfounded. Larry wore a light beige tuxedo. He had the whole matching outfit. The shoes were dark brown paten leather that would blind you if the light shone on them right. The cummerbund matched the shoes and he had what was supposed to be diamond studs; of course, they were actually cut glass, but looked good. That's when I noticed the highlights in his hair were done to match the color of the tuxedo. He was even wearing a 'diamond' stud earring! I thought Uncle Ray had let him get his ear pierced and I wanted to get mine done; that's when I found out the earring was just glued on. "Fuck, man! You do look sharp, but what're ya supposed ta be?" He smiled one of the biggest smiles I had ever seen on him. Uncle Ray led him into the family room and I followed. Before we knew what was going on Uncle Ray took a picture of Larry. After the picture Uncle Ray tied a tag on the lapel and took another picture, plus one up close to read the tag. When I saw the tag I had to laugh and turned to Uncle Ray. "You gotta be kiddin' me. Uncle Ray, half the school knows Larry and knows there's no way!" "Brad, stop messing around with Larry. This is a costume party and dance. You're no Tom Cruise, but you can have fun pretending tonight, right? Let Larry have his fun, too." "Oh, man, I can't wait to see this one. People are gonna see him and ask what he's supposed ta be. I can't wait to see the look on their faces when I tell them to read the label. How many are gonna laugh and how many are gonna be in shock when they read 'God's Gift To The Girls of Junior High'? " * * * * We got to the dance just about the time it was supposed to start. Uncle Ray pulled up to the front door and let us out. Larry walked in and strutted like a peacock. I didn't know if I should smile, laugh, or crawl in a hole. A bunch of my friends were there dressed as a hobo, or vampire, pirate, and the usual stuff. They all asked me if I was still going to do my imitation and I said I would. While we talked I watched Larry. As soon as we walked in, he got everybody's attention; he was the only one there wearing a tux. Some of the kids came over and I could tell they teased him a little, but it must not have been bad, because he laughed. Then I noticed some of the kids drifting over to another group. They would say something and point back to Larry. Then, different kids went over to look for themselves. It didn't take long to realize that most of the kids going over to Larry, and a lot staying around him, were the girls. We never figured out what it was, but for some reason the girls seemed to be hanging on to him that night. I laughed to myself to think that I knew a couple of boys there that might be a little jealous and would have preferred to hang on to Larry too. About half-way through the dance, it was time for the costume parade. The way it worked was for everyone to line up, the lights went dim, and they shone a spotlight on us as we walked down a pathway and posed or did whatever it was we needed to do. Larry was around the middle of the line and I made sure I was near the end. There wasn't any particular reason except to give me more time to build up my nerve. As everybody walked down the path there would be cheers and some taunting, but everything was in fun. When it came Larry's turn he stood next to the teacher making the announcements and I thought he was going to bust wide open. When the teacher announced he was 'God's gift.. .' there was loud cheering and a few disparaging remarks, but Larry ignored them and strutted his stuff. When he was met at the end by a bunch of girls, the smart mouths had to eat leather. A few minutes later, and it was my turn. I gave one of the coaches handling the sound equipment my tape and asked him to let me know when he was ready. While he set the tape, the teacher made the announcement that I was Tom Cruise in Risky Business. When the coach nodded, I kicked my sneakers off and took off my jeans. I didn't give anybody a chance to stop me and as soon as the music started, I did my slide entry. I almost went too far, but I didn't fall. I heard one of the teachers gasp and turn to ask someone if I could do what I was doing. I got scared. I was so scared I was ready to pee in my pants, right there! That's when the 'advantage' comment hit me. I looked at the end of the pathway and there was Uncle Ray, standing behind a couple of the kids. He smiled and mouthed to me, 'go for it', and I did. I heard the music and I replayed that scene in my mind again, for the thousandth time. My eyes focused straight on Uncle Ray while I tried to block everyone else out. I bounced up on my toes, bending my knees, while I unbuttoned the bottom button and the two top buttons. I fluffed the shirt away from my body and went for it. Watching him, I didn't have any trouble bouncing and imitating those steps and moves I'd seen so many times on the video and done for him. When I reached the end of the path where Tom was at the fireplace, Uncle Ray handed me the telescoping stick and I turned and lip-synced the words. In the movie, he jumped up on a coffee table; I bent down and did the quick humping jumps. Another scene had him lying on the sofa with his legs in the air shaking everything. No way! I stood in one spot and flexed my glutes to make my little bubble butt jump around while I turned in a circle. When I made my way back to the start and it was almost over, I did a little run and slipped to the floor to slide; ending on my side and propped up on my elbow. It was something I had seen in an old movie. During the whole routine, everybody cheered and shouted words of support. I felt great; actually, I felt fantastic! When I got up off the floor, Uncle Ray handed me my jeans which I managed to get on even while people were slapping me on my back and everywhere else. I even felt a few slaps on my butt, but I didn't turn to see who did it. Then one of the teachers came over and it got quiet. "Brad, after that exhibition I'm afraid we are going to have to ask you to leave." I just stood there and looked at her, not knowing what to say. The other kids started backing away. "Young man, we do not go around this school dancing in our underwear. I'm sure the principal will want to speak with you and your father on Monday." "Hi," Uncle Ray placed a hand on my shoulder as he spoke, "I'm Ray, Brad's guardian. Can we talk for a minute?" The hand on my shoulder was my signal to let him handle the situation, which I was more than willing to do. The tone of his voice let me know he was being friendly and smiling, trying to avoid a scene. We took a few steps away from most of the kids. Most of the kids took a few more steps away from us. "I'm sorry, I didn't get your name?" "I am Ms. Thomas. I'm one of the associate deans. As I stated before, we must ask Brad to leave. Dancing in your underwear is not acceptable." "Suppose he wasn't dancing in his underwear?" Uncle Ray asked, trying to sound friendly or, at least, non-aggressive. "Since you reference his underwear, I'm guessing you've seen the movie containing the original version of what Brad just performed?" "Well, yes, I'm familiar with the movie." "Well, if you've seen the movie, then I'm sure you also remember that Tom lay on the sofa, on his stomach and back, and performed some moves with, shall we say, the lower portion of his torso? Moves that Brad did not repeat tonight because they certainly would have been inappropriate." Ms. Thomas blushed. Uncle Ray stepped behind me and I felt his arms come over my shoulders. The next thing I knew he was unfastening my pants. When the zipper was on the way down I looked up at him; he ignored me. Suddenly, my legs felt a rush of cool air as my pants dropped around my ankles. Then, he pulled my shirt-tail up. I pushed it back down real fast only to receive a slap on the back of my hand. The shirt-tail came up again. "Just stand there for a minute, Brad. You're not showing any more now than you were a few minutes ago." I could tell he was about to laugh and Ms. Thomas seemed amused at the same time. I wasn't! "Now, Ms. Thomas, if you'll look, I believe you will notice that Brad is wearing a pair of jogging shorts. These are the same type shorts the track team wears to its meets." Then he pulled the waist-band of the shorts out and pulled at the waist-band of my jock strap. When he did, I pushed his hand away. "Hey! Do you mind? There's nothing under that but me." I blushed and they laughed. I also pulled my pants back up. When I looked around, half the kids were watching what Uncle Ray and Ms. Thomas were doing to me; I knew there would be a price to pay come Monday. "That's okay, Brad," Ms. Thomas wasn't doing a very good job of not laughing. "I think, maybe, we have embarrassed you enough tonight. We didn't realize that you were wearing shorts over your underclothes. Just do us a favor and don't drop your jeans for us any more tonight. Okay?" I felt humiliated and embarrassed, and the two of them laughed! Uncle Ray and Ms. Thomas gave me a little push on the shoulder to let me know to leave and get back to the dance. As soon as I approached the other kids, everybody wanted to know what was up and what happened. When I told them the teachers thought I was dancing in my underwear, everybody got a big laugh, including me. Then everybody started asking me if I was wearing any underwear. Larry told them I wore a jock strap with shorts cut all the way up the side! The jeers and dares started, but there was no way I was going to drop my pants again that night. Normally, when the costumes have been viewed and everyone has walked the runway, there is a vote for trophies. They announced that there was still one more trophy to be decided but the winners would be announced before the end of the dance. When the announcements were made, we all knew which trophy had held up the awards. I don't remember who got most of the other awards, but Larry did get the 'ladies choice' award. I got the 'gutsiest' award. That dance was the first (and probably last) time the 'gutsy' was ever given. The dance was over at ten, but not the evening. A big group of us went to Denny's for something to eat. All of the adults sat at one table while the kids sat at another, with several tables in between. Part of the talk and kidding was about what I did, but most of it was about other kids. It was the usual kid banter about who dressed as what and how good their costumes looked. Larry got his share of the attention and loved all of it. We all did. Something else all of us got a lot of, was food. More than one parent just shook their head as they watched all the milk-shakes, fries and club sandwiches being delivered to our table. When we'd order sandwiches, they were placed in the middle of the table and everyone just helped themselves. We did the same thing with baskets of French fries. We thought a couple of the parents were going to get ill when we asked if all of us could have a banana split for desert. We got them and shared those, too. **** Larry went home with Ben. I was surprised until Uncle Ray said my dad told him he wouldn't be in until sometime Sunday afternoon. Larry was given a noon Sunday 'be home by' time. That was more than fine with me; that way I got a little extra time alone with Uncle Ray. However, I wasn't doing too well as we went to bed that Friday night; actually, it was early Saturday morning. "Uncle Ray, I don't think I feel so hot. My stomach feels like it's gonna bust wide open." "Really. Think maybe all that junk food you just consumed has anything to do with how you feel?" "It's not funny and I'm not kiddin'. My stomach feels real weird right now." "Well, if you think you're going to be sick, just do me a favor and make sure you're standing over the porcelain throne when it happens; okay?" "Gee, thanks for the sympathy," I told him as I settled into my nest so he could rub my back. "Sorry, kiddo, but there's nothing I can do for you unless you'd like a hefty dose of castor oil." "I don't know what that is, but I bet it's not good." "It'll help flush all that junk food out of your system. You'll either stand before the throne or sit on the throne for a while . . . or both." I could feel his body jerk with him trying to suppress the laughs. End Ch Seventy-Six To Be Continued Comments Welcome: contact Dwight Wilson at adm2780@yahoo.com