Date: Fri, 3 Nov 2006 16:35:54 -0800 (PST) From: adm2780 Subject: Brad's Idol Ch Twenty 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 author would like to thank Greg for his assistance in editing and proof reading the final product. Chapter Twenty: Brads Idol My school year ended a week before Dad's. We got out on Thursday and on Friday I was put on the bus to my grandmother's. "Dad, I thought I was going back to Uncle Ray for the summer." "Brad, where did you spend your spring vacation?" "In the dentist office. That shouldn't count." Dad looked at me with one of his 'tough stuff' expressions. "Well, I'm afraid it does count or maybe it doesn't count, depending on how you look at it. Ray helped us avoid braces for you by getting those teeth removed. You were layed up for two more days recuperating when you and I both know it shouldn't take that long. Charlotte came over and pampered you and you took full advantage. In the mean time your grandmother and aunt, who are accustomed to having you for spring vacation, gave up their time so you could benefit. Now, who did what for whom and who benefited the greatest?" I just looked at him. "Huh? Speak English. You're deliberately trying to confuse me." "No, I'm not trying, I thought I did a pretty good job." Dad just kept talking and grinning; he was having a good time with this. "The bottom line is your grandmother and aunt haven't had time with you since before Christmas, so now is their turn. I'll be coming down a week from Saturday. I'll stay for three or four days, and assuming things work out the way we anticipate, you and I will head up to Ray's. After a couple of days there I'm headed back to begin the seminars for taking the bar exam and you stay with Ray. Sound good now?" "I don't know. What do you mean by 'assuming things work out'?" Dad got that grin on his face again. "What did Ray tell you about that trip you wanted? If I'm not mistaken he said get the grades and get the trip; no grades then no trip, right?" "Yeah, but I'm sure I have the grades, I even asked for extra work to make sure I had the right grades." "Then you don't have anything to worry about do you?" I hated it when he said that to me. Dad and Uncle Ray would do that once in a while knowing it would make me worry that much more. Besides, suppose the grades didn't come in before Uncle Ray had the trip scheduled. Come to think of it I hadn't confirmed with him that he made the reservations. "Dad, do you know if Uncle Ray made the reservations?" "I can tell you he hasn't. He said he was going to wait until the report cards came in. I should have your grades sometime next week. Now, get your bags and let's head out to the bus station." *** The week with my grandmother and aunt both dragged by and rushed by, depending on what I was thinking at the time. Dad called every night but said nothing about the grades. Sometimes no news is good news, sometimes no news is nerve racking. Finally, after five days I asked him if he had seen my grades. When he said he hadn't seen my grades I suggested (actually told) him to contact the school; time was running out for making reservations and I knew I had the grades. Well, you should remember that my dad was finishing law school. In Cherokee legalese he would have been referred to as lawyer who speak with quasi-forked tongue. Stated another way, the envelope came in on Monday after I left, but he didn't open it, therefore he had not seen my grades. (ha - ha -) He thought it would do me good to sweat it out a little. Besides, according to him, regardless of which way it went there was nothing I could do about it now. I spent eight days sweating it out. During this time I did go to the beach two or three times, we made the air-boat ride on the Seminole reservation, and a couple of art festivals. What do you expect from their generation and both Dad and Uncle Ray said I owed them the consideration of doing what made them happy since I spent so little time with them. We also spent a little time shopping for new clothes. Now, I liked new clothes, but the kind my grandmother and aunt picked out didn't exactly fit in with current styles for young people. I learned to handle this a long time ago -- compromise. Get an item they liked, get an item I liked, then get an item we all liked. When I left for home, wear a combination and change when you're out of sight. They were of the generation that thought jogging shorts might be a little too revealing. Dad got there when he said he would and gave me the envelope. I saw the post mark date and showed it to him. "Don't show me the date. You asked if I'd seen your grades and I said no, because I hadn't; the envelope is still sealed. You never asked me if they came in the mail." Dad was playing one of his lawyer games with me, but I didn't care now. I ripped the envelope open and saw what I thought were pretty good grades. There was a 'B' where I thought I had an 'A', but otherwise things looked as I expected. The question now was whether I had the needed average. After four calculations with four different answers I asked Dad for help. He told me I knew how to do it, I just needed to take a deep breath and settle down. I did and I did. I did settle down and after two calculations with the same answer, I did have the needed average by the skin of my teeth. I handed the grades and calculations to Dad to review. Then the bomb hit. "Okay, son, you did it. Now do you understand what it is that you've done?" "Yes sir, I got the grades Uncle Ray said I needed for him to take me on the trip I wanted." "That's the short term goal. The long term goal is that now there are no more excuses of 'can't read', or 'don't know how' or 'I can't' when it comes to your school work. No more arguing with Kathy over what she's asking for in grades, you've shown here you can do it." "Whoa! That's not fair. You and Uncle Ray tricked me." Dad put his hand up real quick. "Don't fuss with me. You made the deal with Ray, talk to him." I was caught somewhere between pissed-off and pouting. The problem was that I wasn't sure who I was pissed-off with. I figured the best thing to do was just tell Uncle Ray about my grades and go from there. When I told him he said we could choose a cruise when I got there. I spent the last three days at my grandma's looking through cruise brochures. We left for Uncle Ray's when Dad said we would. My grandma and aunt gave me fifty bucks for mad money to get them souvenirs on the trip. *** The first surprise when we got to Uncle Ray's was that he bought a boat. Of course, being Uncle Ray, it was not the standard fiberglass runabout; he bought a 1953 Michigan Wolverine, at least that's what he said it was. To me it was a mahogany wooden boat with two passenger compartments powered by an outboard with air-fuel controls on the front of the motor. The boat looked like something out of an old black and white movie. The next two days were spent on the river. During our first ride Uncle Ray said to hold on tight and then he flipped the wheel hard left. The boat practically went on its side and could almost turn on a dime. Between being scared to death the boat was going to flip over and screaming with delight, I had a great time. Great, that is, until Dad and Uncle Ray said it was time for me to ski. I knew how to water ski, although I hadn't done it in a couple of years; Dad and Uncle Ray said it was like riding a bike, you just jump back into it. After a couple of falls on take-off I was back into it. That little boat popped me up like a cork. The two of them had a great time throwing me into sharp turns and watching me fight to stay up. Dad and Uncle Ray took their share of falls and I didn't give any sympathy to either of them. After two days I think all three of us had more sore muscles and bruises than anyone would admit. When Dad suggested we quit a little earlier than planned on the second day I noticed Uncle Ray didn't object. I found out later there was a reason for the practice. While Dad was there it was pizza, bar-b-que and beer for supper. Their beer was the 'feel good' variety while I got the 'root' variety. They did fudge some and let me share a little of their beer with the pizza but made sure it wasn't enough for me to have to worship the porcelain god again. Dad left after dinner saying he had seminars starting early the next morning and would be in touch. After he left I told Uncle Ray I was tired and sore and just wanted to rest for a little bit. He admitted he had a few aches and decided to draw a hot bath for soaking. We sat in the tub for a long time, soaking and talking about where to take our cruise. It had been a while since I could sit in is lap and let him bathe me. I loved the feel of his hands gently stroking or rubbing me; it definitely was relaxing. When he asked about where I wanted to go on our trip I suggested the Mediterranean, which was nixed based on time, cost and no passport. When he asked me why I chose that cruise I just said it was in one of the brochures I had and looked neat. He suggested a cruise to the Caribbean. "Where to in the Caribbean? What is there to do?" I asked. "We'll go to three or four different places. You can see Mayan ruins in Mexico, take a hydro-boat ride, climb Victoria Falls, maybe do some snorkeling, there's a beach at almost every stop, each stop is in a different country, a couple of days at sea, a day at a private island, and there's a special program for kids." "What kind of program for kids? I don't wanna do any baby stuff, I wanna be with you." "Brad, it's not baby stuff. All cruise lines have special programs so you can meet other kids your age and do things kids like to do. I'm not sure what the whole program is, depends on the company and the trip. Remember one thing, these people specialize in making sure you have a good time, and I do want you to spend some time with kids your age. The brochures you had show a party room for teens, there's water games at the pool, some ships have rock-climbing walls, an ice-cream parlor and lots of other things. You need to go back and look at those brochures." As we talked I turned around and straddled his lap. I leaned against his chest and relaxed with my head on his shoulder while he gently scratched my butt. This was heaven. I sat up some and rubbed him down with soapy water and played with his nips some until he dropped another little surprise. "Tell you what, kiddo, how about if I take a lot of the indecision out of all this?" "What are you talking about? Uncle Ray, sometimes you don't make sense." "See if this makes sense. Next Friday we are driving down to your grandmother's; then Saturday morning we finish driving to Miami to board a cruise ship for eight days in the Western Caribbean. Does that make sense?" "How do you know we can still get reservations?" "Because I made them two months ago. Had to make them then to get a room with a big window overlooking the ocean." "What? And you didn't tell me? Why?" "Suppose you didn't get the grades? Remember the deal, no grades, no trip. If I had waited 'til the last minute it would cost a small fortune, plus I most likely wouldn't get the accommodations I wanted. How do you think I knew about the different countries and the kid's program? And, if I had told you then you would think you had the trip locked-up and there would be no incentive for you to do well. Also, why do you think I encouraged you to ask for the extra work? It was to make sure you got the grades." "Yeah, but look at all the work I could've avoided." "Poor baby, you really are so mistreated, aren't you. You're just bitchin' now to hear yourself bitch. Get up and get out of here before we both turn into prunes." He was right of course, but before I got off his lap I bent over and gave him a hug and whispered "horny toad." We lay on the sofa looking at the brochure for the trip and the different things we could do. He said we still needed to do some clothes shopping for me, but that would be easy. As we lay on the sofa I was spooned into him so we could both read the brochure with me slipped down a little. As we lay there I could feel him behind me and deliberately flexed my butt once in a while to tease him. It wasn't long before I turned to face him. Without a word I began nursing on his nipple to let him know it was play time. I also let him know I liked it the time he tied me and wanted to do it again. He cradled me in is arms and carried me to the bed. Dropping me in the middle of the bed, he reached in the closet and pulled out two ties. When I asked what they were for he said he was granting my wish. Straddling me, he tied me spread eagle, one hand to each side of the headboard; he left my legs free. Positioning himself between my legs he used his legs to spread me as far open as he could. Kneeling, he bent over and started teasing me by barely touching the head of my penis with his tongue. Then he put his mouth over the head, but didn't close. Instead, he used his tongue to circle the tip and exhaled his hot breath. I lay there laughing and moaning, wanting more. He slid up placing a knee on each side of my hips, his feet were hooked over my legs so I couldn't move. Leaning over my face he just grinned and started rocking. As he rocked his balls brushed over the tip of my penis and I jumped with each contact. "You wanted to be tied and play rough, so you got it. Ever hear of the Chinese water torture?... or the torture of a thousand cuts? Well, this is going to be the torture of a thousand licks, bites and kisses, and you can't do anything to stop it." "Nooooo ..... don't Uncle Ray .... That's not fair .... Aaaaahhhhhh ...." I was so excited I could hardly stand it. I knew he was going to make this great and I couldn't wait for him to start. He began by kissing and flicking his tongue over my forehead, working his way all around my face and into my ear. When he hit my ear I squealed and jumped as much as I could. After he reamed out my ear he moved to the side of my neck, across and up to the other ear. The neighbors could probably hear me three blocks away. While he did this he kept rocking so his balls kept brushing over the tip of my penis. He propped himself on his forearms so his thumbs were free to pinch and pull my nipples; and he did this dry. They stung and hurt and I begged for more; he gave me all I could take and then some. True to is word he didn't stop until he covered the entire front and both sides of my body. When he got to my crotch he worked around my package, deliberately going slower than slow, and barely touched the tip of my penis again with his tongue. When he reached my toes I was relieved, thinking it was over; he flipped me over leaving my hands tied so my arms were now crossed over my head. I felt him breathing on the back of my neck just before he started the tongue bath. This time he positioned himself so that as he rocked up and down his penis moved along my crack and sometimes near my treasure. He had already turned me into a whimpering puppy before he flipped me, now I whimpered and begged for more, the whole time taking short quick breaths and pushing my butt up to him. Every few minutes he pushed me into orgasmic heaven and I lost all thought of what he was doing; I concentrated on enjoying the fantastic feelings coursing through me. When he reached the base of my spine I felt him nibbling my butt and then the fingernail started its long slow journey down to and across my pucker. When the nail hit the pucker I cried out for him to stick me. "Ohhhh gaaaahhhhddd .... Lick me .... Yeeeaaaaahhh .... Ooooooooo ....mmmmmmpppphh .... Oooooohhhhhh Uncle Ray, I can't ... take it any more .... Oooohhhhhh .... Mmmmmmppppphh ....uuuuuuuggggghhhhh ...uuuuggghhhh ..... stick me ..... stick me , Uncle Ray ..... plllleeeaaasse ..... ooohhhh gaaahhhhdd..." I didn't care what he used as long as he did something. He spread me open and began that marvelous pattern of sucking, sticking and licking out my hole. Whenever I felt his hands reach around in front of my hips I instinctively pushed my butt up for him and begged him for more. He never disappointed me. On one of the push-ups he slipped a towel under me. I don't know how long it was there 'cause I was concentrating on the feelings everywhere else, but I remember the feelings of the oil oozing its way down the hole. He put two or three fingers in there and massaged me, then I felt him. His dick slid down slow and easy. It felt so good as it rubbed the area around my hole, the perineum and my sac. He positioned himself so his whole body was over me. I don't know when he released the ties, but he held my wrists, pulling them under my chest and began pounding my butt. Every time he beat down my body jumped up against him; again, he had his tongue in my ear and it drove in deeper with each hit. I lay there whimpering and loving every moment while he did anything he wanted. He teased me, "Next time, be careful what you ask for, you just may get it." "Promise?" I said. God, I certainly hoped so. "Hold, on, I'm almost there. This is gonna be a big one." By now I had learned to recognize those short quick breaths he took just before he reached orgasm. His breaths were short and quick. He exhaled his hot breaths into my ear. Then I felt it; he bit down on my shoulder and held me. His load was so big I wondered if the towel could take it all, but who really cared. When he finished we were both exhausted and covered in a combination of sweat and his juices. I don't think I can describe how good I felt at that moment. It ended; I was begging for him to end it but was sad it was over. When he rolled off me he reached down and pulled some of his juice up my crack, massaging some into the hole. He wiped us both off with the towel while I wrapped my arms around him and snuggled in as close as I could. "You alright, son?" "Yeah, that was great. I'm just tired from the number of times you pushed me over the edge." I kissed him on the cheek and lay my head on his shoulder. I fell asleep with him rubbing my back. *** The days before our trip to my grandma's were spent getting the yard ready for the summer. In other words I got the pleasure of mowing, and now edging and then fertilizing the grass. We both worked on remulching the flower beds. We made three trips to the mall for clothes. I did get two more pairs of jogging shorts and took the time to work my magic on removing the butt support; a fact he didn't discover until we were on the ship. The week before this trip, after that first night my dad was gone, we played in bed only twice. The other nights I was tired from working outside all day and he would have me spoon against him on the sofa at night. Almost inevitably, I would fall asleep with him rubbing my back and he had to carry me to bed. Usually, I didn't wake up when he tucked me in. We stayed at my grandma's on Friday night. He and I shared the same room and bed as dad and I used. When we went to bed I was too excited to sleep and wanted to play; he wouldn't let me. Again, he said I was too much of a screamer. That night he pulled me on top of him, held my head to his shoulder, and rubbed my back and butt until I fell asleep. He said if I would go to sleep the time to leave for the ship would come faster. We left right after lunch; I wanted to go earlier but he said I needed to give my grandma and aunt a little time. When we got to the ship they had just opened the doors for boarding. I couldn't believe the size of this thing. When we boarded we got an escort to our room. Turns out it wasn't a room, it was a suite at the stern of the ship. That big window he wanted was a sliding glass door onto our own private balcony. The bath had a huge tub, plus a shower. There was the sitting area with a television. The sleeping area had a king size bed and the balcony had chaise lounges. After checking in with the kid's program he let me go exploring on my own. This was some ship and I knew this was going to be some trip. End Chapter Twenty To Be Continued: comments welcome; contact Dwight Wilson at adm2780@yahoo.com