Date: Tue, 26 Sep 2006 16:15:35 -0700 (PDT) From: adm2780 Subject: Brads Idol Chapter Fourteen 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 Chapter Fourteen: Brad's Idol Wish I could say we became one big happy family, but we didn't. We did become one big 'figured out how to tolerate one another' family, though. Laura and I reached a kind of unspoken 'leave me alone and I'll leave you alone' agreement. It was really easy, we just ignored one another. However, since Larry and I had to share a room it was difficult to totally ignore one another. I imagine Larry didn't like sharing a room with me any more than I liked having to share with him. We both knew we didn't have any real choice in the matter. In the beginning it was a little awkward; I had become accustomed to sleeping raw and liked it that way. As a matter of fact, if I knew Dad wasn't going to be home I would often come in, strip, take a quick shower and not bother to dress until I heard the key in the door. Now I wasn't shy, but I didn't need for Larry to be blabbing his mouth about this to the whole household and at school. It would be just like him to do this and then laugh about it. When Uncle Ray took me home after that 'special' weekend to keep Dad from killing me, we did have a few talks before he left. One thing I was supposed to understand was that I needed to stay home for a little bit to allow the household to settle down or settle in. It seemed to me the household had a much better chance of settling any way it wanted to without me there. In fact, if I had my wishes I would be living with Uncle Ray, but that was not to be. Even though my usual trip to see Uncle Ray every two weeks was now put on hold, no restrictions were placed on the telephone so long as the calls were made collect. We spoke about twice a week, there was always something I wanted to gripe about and he always came up with an answer to try and solve the problem. The most common complaint I had was sharing a room with the wimp. The complaint contained the usual issues of how messy he was, I didn't like his incessant whining, he acted like a sissy and there was no privacy; besides, I didn't like him. Uncle Ray suggested that this issue, and my lack of showing any initiative to solve the problem, was contributing to the delays in being able to make the trips to see him. Fine, I'd do whatever it took to overcome the problem and get to Uncle Ray. The solution was to do something nice toward him such as offer to share some posters to go on the wall. Then if he said no, no one could point to me and say I was causing the problem; I tried to be nice. Uncle Ray said he would be down for a visit the next weekend and we could work on it then. True to his word Uncle Ray showed up Friday night, and I was sitting there waiting. Kathy had told Larry he could sleep over with one of his friends and Uncle Ray would take his bed, but Larry was still there when he arrived. When we sat on the sofa I managed to be next to him and half way on top of him. He did bend over and ask if I had made the offer to Larry, which I hadn't. That look told me what I needed to do, so when Larry came walking through I went to the room and made the offer, letting him know Uncle Ray and I would be hanging things this weekend. Kathy pulled out the rolled up posters for us to lay out. There were a couple of boxes of knick-knacks belonging to both Larry and me. The posters needed to lay flat for a few hours and Uncle Ray said we could get some inexpensive shelves for some of the other stuff. Larry didn't know what he wanted, but did like the idea of the shelves. Somehow it all got hashed out and Uncle Ray figured out what we needed for shelves, the next day we would go shopping. After all these major decisions were made, Larry took off to his friend's house. This was the first time Larry and I had worked through a situation without yelling at one another. That night was spent mostly in the living room watching television. Dad was sprawled out on the floor, Uncle Ray sat on the sofa, and I lay on the sofa with my head in his lap while he rubbed my back. It had been a long time since just the two of us was together and I wanted to play. With my head in his lap I could feel him under me and deliberately shifted my head once in a while just to tease him. I also had my right are tucked between him and the back of the sofa; I saw no harm in sticking my hand under his shirt and tickling him some. I don't remember when I fell asleep, but do remember waking up in my bed. Someone had undressed me, leaving only my underwear. I could still hear the television going, but didn't get up. I got out of the tighty whities and decided to wait on Uncle Ray. Of course, I fell asleep again but did wake up again, this time I didn't hear the television. This time I got up and climbed under the covers finding my usual spot with his arm as a pillow and throwing my leg over his. I felt him reach down and squeeze my butt. "Scratch my butt." He did, I was happy and slipped back to sleep. Saturday was the football game with a cookout afterwards. I had taken a nap in the afternoon after we got the shelves up; I didn't want to get too tired that night. When everyone finally went to bed I again climbed in bed with Uncle Ray. He reached down and squeezed my butt as usual and this time I said "play time." He said okay but I would have to be quite. This is more like it should be. He wet my nipples and began working them in circles, first one way and then the other. I squirmed and gasped for breath, trying to keep quiet. He did everything he knew that would make me squeal. With me laying almost on top of him he pushed me up and then forward so he could give me raspberries on my belly and ran his tongue around in my belly button. Pushing me as high as he could I set my knees on the bed for support and let him kiss and tongue away at my lower abdomen. I was so hard I'd probably rake if he touched me, but I wanted him not only to touch me there but take me. Whenever he got close, though he'd move away; leaving me frustrated but still manipulating me towards ecstasy. I spent a lot of time biting into his shoulder to keep from squealing out my delight. It had been way too long since I had felt the tips of his fingers tracking across my body. It was all I could do to stifle my whimpers and moans of delight. I almost cried out when he began pinching my butt and running his fingers up and down my crack, I always loved it when he did that. After driving me crazy this way for a while he rolled me on my side and began massaging my little sac. Uncle Ray wasn't the only one handing out the pleasures. When I could catch my breath I nibbled on his ear and neck, and then moved down to his nips. First I would run my thumb across them to make them hard, and then pinch and this time I nursed; he nearly jumped off the bed. While nursing he pulled me in loose, cupping my butt and massaging each cheek. Then I began a slow humping into him. These were all things I had learned from listening to the older boys at school and looking at the magazines. There was a lot more I wanted to try, but didn't have the courage to attempt. How long we played that night is anyone's guess. I do know that I tried things that I had never tried before and there were more things I wanted experiment with if he'd leave me alone to do it. He should have understood that I really enjoyed the giving as much, if not more, than him giving to me. After offering to share posters and putting up shelves for him, the situation between Larry and me improved some; we were at least civil to one another. We were more inclined to put up with one another, but there should have been little doubt we would never become close friends. We were just two people on opposite ends of the spectrum having nothing in common. Then, the problem managed to solve itself one day. A common ground appeared that we both enjoyed. One afternoon, coming home from school, I walked into the apartment and noticed my bedroom door was closed. I decided to sneak up to the door, and when I did I could hear these grunting sounds coming from the room. Ever so quietly and gently I tried to open the door; it was locked. Well, Uncle Ray had already shown me how these locks worked. The knob in the hall way had a hole in the middle. Using a nail or wire coat hanger you could feel the spring switch. Simply push in the spring and open the door. I didn't have a nail or coat hanger, but the ice pick did the trick. Ever so carefully, I pressed in the spring and eased the door open just a crack. What a surprise. Larry was on his bed, stark naked. He had a magazine that he was totally engrossed in. As he looked at the pictures, and I could tell from where I was he was looking at a Playboy or something similar, his butt was moving up and down on a pillow. His best friend Ben, where he spent the night while Uncle Ray was here, was on my bed doing the same thing. Like Larry, Ben was also stark naked. To tell you the truth I didn't think the wimp had it in him. Now, if I was surprised to catch them doing this, you should have seen the look on their faces when I popped out with "Having fun, boys?" It's a good thing they hadn't just finished eating, 'cause something definitely would have gotten dirty. Larry and Ben both jumped off their beds, both of them in full salute status. Now, with Larry there wasn't hardly enough there to hold to take a pee. However, Ben was a different story. Ben was the same age as Larry but his equipment sure was a lot bigger; in fact, he was a good bit bigger than me. I couldn't help it, when I saw him naked I just stood there staring at his package, this kid was definitely hung. Both of them started stuttering out some kind of story and I just looked at them. There was no way they could convince anybody they were doing anything other than looking pictures of naked people and playing with themselves. "Forget it guys, your both caught. Now, what are you looking at?" I stepped over and took the magazine from Ben, he had a Playboy. I took Larry's magazine, he had a Playgirl. "Fellas, stop looking so scared, nobody's gonna tell. I'm just pissed you haven't been sharing the mags, where'd you get them?" Ben said his brothers had them hidden away and they snuck them out of the house. I asked if they had any more and when he said they did I told him to get them some time and bring them over; it's only polite to share. Then I stripped and was just as naked as them; Larry and I now had something in common. Turns out Larry liked to sit around naked too, mostly because he wasn't supposed to, and also because it was easier to play with himself. The three of us lay on the floor sharing the magazines and having fun for most of the rest of the afternoon. Larry and I never became what one would term as close or best friends. After the magazine incident we did accept that we were both different and alike. One way we were alike is we both liked to sleep raw but didn't for the same reason; that changed. More than once I walked in to go to bed and found him working over a pillow again. Many times he walked in and found me naked; sometimes asleep and sometimes not. The one unspoken understanding we did have is that we were both boys and, like most boys, enjoyed playing. What he did away from the apartment and with whom I never knew and never asked; he extended the same courtesy to me. Admittedly, I always wanted to ask him if he let Ben stick him in the butt. When Ben slept over he supposedly used a sleeping bag on the floor that we always made sure was there in the morning. In reality, he slept with Ben and they weren't always quiet. The two were 'good' friends and nothing would have surprised me. Even though I still thought he was a wimp, I would have been willing to oblige his desires if he wanted. A couple of weeks after his visit I got to go see Uncle Ray. It was Columbus Day weekend and we had a three day weekend. As usual Dad picked me up from school and took me straight to the bus station. He didn't do this because he wanted to get rid of me in a hurry, if we took the time to go home first I'd miss the bus and have to wait another two and a half hours for the next bus. This also meant Uncle Ray would be stuck downtown for some time. Sometimes I packed clothes and put them in dad's car that morning, other times Dad told me to work it out. I always wanted to ask him if he knew how I usually worked it out, but knew better than to ask. When Uncle Ray picked me up and asked about supper I suggested KFC. He gave me that 'funny' look of his and said something about how I must be in a hurry to get home. I gave him that 'funny' look of mine and just grinned. On the way home I did tell him about catching Larry and Ben naked in the beds and what they were doing, but I didn't tell him about the nights Ben slept over. When he asked I also told him I joined them. "Been playing little boy naked games, have we?" "Yeah, but it's not nearly as much fun as being here. Uncle Ray, I really need a bath, real bad." I just looked at him and grinned. He grinned back and chuckled without saying anymore. After supper we did get in the tub. We were there so long he had to warm up the water twice and we were beginning to look like a pair of prunes. Whenever he said something about getting out I let him know I didn't want to. I loved laying there on him, letting him roll me around and bathe every part of me as many times as I could get him to do it. Finally, he got up, telling me to stay put and he would get me a warm towel. Well, this was mid-October, it wasn't real warm but it wasn't that cool either. He came back and got me just like I wanted him to and carried me to the living room. He had done just what I hoped, there was a small fire in the fireplace, no lights, but I could see the powder on the table. I looked out the window and could see it was raining. I relaxed and let him do whatever he wanted. "Uncle Ray, make me feel good just like you used to. God, that feels nice... oooohhh ... yeah, play with me ... ooohhhhh .... oooohhh.... AAAAAHHHHH!!..." I remembered the first time he ever did this for me it was like yesterday and nothing ever felt so good. The last time he had done this for me was too long ago. I loved feeling his hands running up and down my body. When he used his fingernails I was ready to jump off his lap. It seemed to me this time I was more sensitive than before, or did I just want it more? As his fingers ran over my nips they became hard and pointy. They were real sensitive but I wanted him to keep doing it. "Moorrree ... do mmmoooorrreee ...Gaahhd, I love it ...oooohhh ...ooohhh. uummmph .geeeeeez .... do mmoooorre ... uuummmpph..." "Is my boy being the horny toad tonight?" "Yeah .... just horny .... Ggaaaawwwwwd ...don't pinch 'em off ..mmmooorree..." He would use the tips of his fingers to lightly outline my torso, when he neared my groin I used my hand to push his further down. It didn't take long before I was squirming in his lap and whimpering again like a little puppy. When he flipped me over he gave me a raspberry in the small of my back and the top of my crack. He hadn't done this before and I loved it. He continued to use his finger tips to drive me nuts. After a while he picked me up, and standing, he lay me down on my stomach. He gave me more raspberries, going down the back of my thighs, stopping behind the knee, and then working his way up inside the thigh. As he moved I spread my legs to give him all the room he wanted; just don't stop. Of course, through all this I developed a tremendous stiffie. He began blowing gently along my crack and I went ape. "oh shit, Uncle Ray ....ggaaawwd ....do moooree ... that's great ....do it again ....oohhh gaaahhd .... shit, mmooooore .... yeah, rub my nuts for me, pleeeaasse ..." There I was lying face down on the sofa, he was kneeling on the floor where he could work me over from one end to the other or both ends at once. When he reached down and began massaging the perineum and then used his other hand to reach under for my nips I went over the edge, the cliff, or whatever it is when you are going out of your mind with pleasure. I reached both arms around his neck and began whimpering the never ending whimper, trying to tell him it felt so good it almost hurt. He kept going and I kept falling over the edge. Saturday turned out to be a fairly warm day even though it was a little nasty because of the rain. Our plan had been to take the bikes out and I didn't see any reason not to. We gassed them up and warmed the motors at the house, then loaded them for the trip to our usual riding area. Uncle Ray packed some spare clothes 'just in case'. So what if I got dirty and wet, I didn't melt; besides, that's what boys are supposed to do. There were several other people out riding besides us. We kind of fell into a follow the leader situation and before we knew what was happening wound up in the middle of this huge mud puddle. Of course, this puddle wasn't usually there, and someone misjudged its depth. Fortunately, none of the mud and water got into my motor, something not everyone could say, but I sure got splashed. I was coated in mud from the top of my helmet to inside my boots. This stuff really felt strange in my underwear. This was one of the few times I had come out biking that I didn't go commando. If I had it wouldn't have been nearly as uncomfortable. When we got home the bikes had to be cleaned. We unloaded them and began rinsing the mud off. I was uncomfortable with all the sand and mud in my clothes and stripped. I had already taken by boots off before we left to come home. Uncle Ray had the hose squirting off the bikes and me. All of a sudden I heard Aunt Charlotte. "Hey, Brad, aren't you worried about catching cold out there?" I looked up and she had opened her window and was looking straight at me in all my glory. Uncle Ray said my face turned redder than a fire engine. Then she called out again. "Ray, if you can get that boy to keep some clothes on, how about going out to dinner tonight?" Uncle Ray told her he'd try to keep me dressed; it would probably be a big job, though. He told her we could be ready in about an hour. An hour? I thought. There goes the fun I was looking forward to tonight. Aunt Charlotte never let me forget that time, she loved to tell everyone and watch me blush all over again. That was alright with me, after all she had done a lot for me and was always good to me. Dinner really didn't take that long and we got home before I tired out. Saturday night was a repeat of sorts of Friday night. This time though he had me straddle his lap and threw me backwards. My head dangling in the air, my arms splayed in the air. He began rubbing, teasing, nibbling and the ever present raspberries. "yeah, Uncle Ray, work 'em ... gggaawwwd ...oooohhh shit ....shit ..shit ..shit ... mmmoooorrre ...twist 'em ....ooohhhh ...oooohhhhh...ggaaahhhd ...yeah ...mooore ...again ... mooooree .... Uuummmph ...uuummmpph ....do it ....again ....fuck ..Uncle Ray I gotta ...I gotta .... Oooohhhh ....let me up ....i gotta .....shit ....ggaaaawwwd .... Uumph ..uuummmph ..uuummph.....ooohh..ooohhh..ooohhh.oohh.oohh.oohh" I went wild just as I always did and wanted him to just keep going. This time he lifted me up and started giving me raspberries on the area just above my dick which was already as hard as it could get. The closer he got the wilder it felt and I was hoping he'd give me one right there. He didn't, but he did all around it and it was amazing how sensitive the area was. As always I became the whimpering puppy and eventually sat up, grabbing him around the neck. The next thing I would remember was him holding me and telling me to calm down. Sunday we went to the beach club with Aunt Charlotte. There were a lot of people there that I had met during the summer and all of them made me feel like I had been gone too long. For lunch we each had a club sandwich. Aunt Charlotte had her orange juice and bourbon, Uncle Ray had a Manhattan, and I had root beer. Aunt Charlotte wanted to go out again tonight but I really didn't want to. Uncle Ray looked at me and figured out I didn't want to and told Aunt Charlotte I had been running all weekend and needed to rest up to go back to school. Not exactly a lie, but kinda, and it did work. We stayed a little extra time at the club and stopped at a little Italian place she knew about on the way home so we could all have a little supper. The food was good and better still, it was quick. When we got home I made sure to walk her to her front door, thank her for the great time yesterday and today, and gave her a big hug. When I went inside I could hear the tub running. Uncle Ray was in his room undressing; I quickly joined him and wasn't two minutes behind him jumping into the tub. "Okay, young fella, I could tell by the look on your face that you didn't want to go out like last night. That's unusual for you, what's up?" "Nothin', I just didn't feel like going out." As I was talking I turned around and straddled his lap while we were still in the tub -- this was unusual. I normally liked to play in his lap and let him bathe me. "I have to go home tomorrow and I wanted all the play time I could get. Since Dad got married I haven't been able to come up and visit like I used to, and I don't like it." I had wrapped my arms around his neck and gave him a raspberry on the side of the neck. "I've missed you too, and things will begin to settle down. It was only right for you to stay there and let the family have a chance to meld together. After the holidays, hopefully, thing will go back closer to normal." "Uncle Ray, let's not talk about that right now." I reached around and gave him another raspberry on the side of his neck while bouncing up and down against his stomach -- wow, what a feeling when we were both wet. Lately, I had begun to realize that I was thinking more and more about playing this way. Sometimes, I wanted it so bad that I would have been willing to play with Larry; fortunately, things never went quite that far. I wondered if this was normal and wanted to talk to Uncle Ray about it, but at the same time I didn't want to mess up the mood. "Horny toad. Even after the last two nights? " "Yep, and ready to play, especially after the last two nights." And play we did, starting in the tub, then moving to the sofa and finally to bed. When he wanted to slow down I just started in on him. I squealed, whimpered and whined till I fell asleep from exhaustion and then repeated the next day. We didn't put clothes on until it was time to go, and I delayed that as much as I could. He could do anything he wanted to me and I didn't care, I was his boy -- that's all I cared about and ever wanted to be, his boy. This felt like the fun times I was accustomed to and I didn't want them to end. End Chapter Fourteen To Be Continued; comments always welcome, contact Dwight Wilson @ adm2780@yahoo.com