Date: Sat, 12 Aug 2006 06:21:10 -0700 (PDT) From: adm2780 Subject: Brad's Idol Chapter One 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 One: Brad's Idol This is the story of my dad's best friend, Ray, and me, Brad; I'm twenty-seven now. Ray, or 'Uncle Ray' as I called him, was not only my dad's best friend; he was my very best and only best friend growing up. Of course, he really wasn't my uncle, he wasn't even a member of the family by either blood or marriage, but in spirit he was my closest family. Uncle Ray understood me, he was the one person who really made me feel loved and I would do anything for him; this is true even to this day. Dad and Ray went to university together. My parents had just been divorced when Dad and I moved in with my grandparents -- my mother's parents. This should tell you who got most of the blame for the divorce. Actually, for a long time I thought I was the blame. I was born with a vision problem that could have been corrected with surgery right after I was born, but Mom wouldn't allow it. As time went on the problem became progressively worse and my parents argued constantly over medical treatment and other things. I remember one day Dad came home, he scooped me up in his arms and headed for the door. Mom tried to stop him but he wasn't about to let her. I can only vaguely remember the bright lights. I was in a hospital. When the bandages were removed so I could see I saw Dad, a lot of strangers, and they had me in a baby's bed -- I was too big for a baby's bed. One other thing, I could see right. They did give me some glasses that I wore for a while. When we got home, mom wasn't there. She didn't come to see me in the hospital either. It was almost a year before I saw her again. Strange, but I don't remember missing her. My grandparent lived about twenty miles from university. Every day Dad rode his bicycle to classes. We head a car, a convertible, but Dad said he could only budget two dollars a week for gas. That may not sound like much, but back then gas only like thirty cents a gallon (really!). I was too young for school so I stayed home with my grandparents and played. Sometimes, in warm weather, which is most of the year in Florida, they'd put out a sprinkler for me to play in. I liked it because they would let me run naked and I would stay like that as much as I could. When Dad got home though, he would almost always make me put on at least a pair of shorts. If I objected he told me to put 'em on or I couldn't play in the water any more. If I objected too much he smacked me on the bottom; and he could smack hard. I can also remember at my grandparents' place Grandpa and Dad made a drink they called home brew. They had a little still. I snuck a taste of the stuff one time and it wasn't good. Looked like muddy water. That's also the first time I saw Uncle Ray. When we first met he called me 'little man' or 'little guy' and he'd almost always muss my hair. I don't how to explain it, but from the very beginning I knew this man wouldn't hurt or threaten me and I liked him. He was real easy going, like my grandpa. I felt safe around both of them. After Christmas that year Dad and I moved to campus housing. It was old and small, but I didn't care. There were only two bedrooms and you had to walk through mine to get to Dad's. The bathroom also opened off mine. Sometimes company would come in and turn on the light without closing the door, and wake me. I remember being able to see Dad as he got out of the shower. Dad had a hairy body, but the hair felt soft and fuzzy. Sometimes after a shower he'd walk around the house naked for a little while. I tried this too, and he let me get away with it for a few minutes each night. Then we'd both put on those white briefs. I'd rather not have them, but you didn't argue with my dad. The biggest advantage to living at university is now I had friends to lay with me. Dad was a muscular man who didn't take anything off anybody. He was also a strict disciplinarian. If I was bad he would put the belt to my bare ass and then brag to people what I good job he did on me. His 'good job' left me crying my eyes out after begging him to stop, and in the long run I realized that rather than respect Dad, I feared him. I didn't want to cross him and get hurt again. The only person to ever stand up to him and tell him how wrong he was to beat me was Uncle Ray. Uncle Ray told me many times that Dad didn't mean to hurt me so much; he was treated that way as a boy, so he thought that's what you were supposed to do. Another thing about Dad, I know he loved me, but he would never hold me and let me curl up in his lap and, with no mother around, I missed being held. One day Dad said he had to take a final exam, but the usual baby sitter wasn't there so would I mind staying with Uncle Ray? I had only met him once up until now but I remembered him and said yes. Dad took me to his apartment -- it had a pool. Dad was supposed to be gone for two or three hours, so since Dad didn't bring any toys for me Uncle Ray took me to Pic'N Save and bought me a rifle that shot plastic pellets. I remember pulling some pellets off the plastic stick and loading the gun. I didn't do very well shooting at the target. Uncle Ray taught me how to aim the rifle and hit the target. I remember lying on the floor with him next to me. He reached his right arm over me and showed me how to cradle the butt of the gun in my shoulder. I remember how he smelled and how warm he felt. I don't know why but I loved it. Nobody had ever bought me a present like this and he was spending time with me, showing me how to shoot at the target. Dad was late and it was getting close to suppertime. Uncle Ray asked me if I was hungry, I was but wouldn't admit it. Dad had told me not to be any trouble. After a while the phone rang, Dad finished his test and went out for a beer with some buddies. He asked Uncle Ray if he minded watching me a little longer. I was glad when Uncle Ray said okay. When he hung up he told me Dad would be a little late, would I like to get a hamburger. I couldn't remember the last time we went out for a hamburger, Dad said our budget was too tight. I got a hamburger, fries and a shake. It was too much and I couldn't eat it all. I thought that I was in trouble because dad said I had to eat everything I ordered, even if it made me sick, or get a whippin'. Knowing how he used the belt there was more than one time I went to the bathroom and used my finger in the throat trick to make room for more food. Uncle Ray said don't worry about it. When it got dark and Dad still hadn't shown I was getting tired. Uncle Ray said I needed to get a bath and be ready when my dad got there. I hadn't had a bath away from home, in fact I couldn't remember the last time I had a bath, we had a shower. When Uncle Ray said he'd put soap in there to make bubbles, I jumped at the chance. The water got cold while I was in there so I got out and dried off. Uncle Ray asked me who taught me to use a towel, or had I even tried using one. He got another towel and dried me off. We were sitting on the sofa watching television and when he finished drying me I didn't move. I wasn't going to unless he made me. We sat there a long time. I liked being naked in his lap. He scratched my butt and it felt good. He had an arm around my shoulders. Then the phone rang -- Dad was on the way. I got dressed and waited. It was almost three years before I could enjoy that feeling again. End Ch One To Be Continued - Comments welcome; please contact me, Dwight Wilson, at adm2780@yahoo.com