Date: Wed, 29 Nov 2006 15:52:27 -0800 (PST) From: adm2780 Subject: Brads Idol Ch Twenty-five 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: I have received a number of inquiries regarding other stories I have written. I am posting simultaneously with this one New Horizons under the Authoritarian category. The story is actually anti-authoritarian. If you enjoy Brad you should also enjoy Daniel and his group of boys. Chapter Twenty-Five: Brad's Idol BAM! BAM! BAM! "Wake up sleepy heads. Breakfast is gettin' cold and there's work to be done" That was Kathy. She needs to talk to Uncle Ray about how you wake somebody affects their mood for the day. Her way was enough to put anybody in a rotten mood. When I opened my eyes, Larry was still next to me with me on my back and him layin' with his arm over my chest. At first I wasn't sure I liked this but then I remembered last night and what he did. We were both butt naked and sporting full morning salutes. Funny, either he didn't here his mom or he was a good pretender 'cause he didn't move. I reached down and pushed his full salute down to point at his feet and then let go. He woke up. "Owww! That hurts. What'd you do that for?" "Your mom just banged on the door and said breakfast was gettin' cold. Besides, I gotta pee and need to get up. Let's go." We got up and he started to walk out naked in full salute status. I told him he better at least put some underwear on. That's when he told me he used to walk out like this all the time and his mom would see and didn't saying anything. I told him his mom might not but if my dad saw him he might heat up his butt. "When I was four and we lived with my grandparents on the farm my grandpa let me run through the sprinkler naked. When dad saw me he got mad and told me to wear pants or I couldn't play anymore. Let's face it, its been hard tryin' to keep one parent satisfied, now we got two of 'em to worry about. Let's make a deal, I'll try to cover your ass with my dad and you do the same for me with your mom." The deal was made. Funny, who ever thought wimp boy and me would be makin' a deal to protect one another? He grabbed a suit of underwear and I grabbed shorts to head for the bathroom. He saw I didn't grab any underwear and I told him I liked to go commando. He told me they called it free-ballin'. Whatever they called it, I didn't like wearin' the underwear, plus, there was no way I was wearin' blue shorts with cartoon characters After relieving the pressure I grabbed my tennis shoes and headed to the kitchen. I thought about a shirt but figured it was hot enough nobody would bother me. Dad and I used to sit around without 'em all the time. Uncle Ray and I sat around without 'em, and a lot more, all the time. Larry followed my example about the shirt. Boy was he skinny. This kid was nothin' but skin and bone with no definition. I didn't know then what he did about the under shorts, that was his problem. "Okay, guys, hurry up and eat. Brad, your dad has a present for you after you finish breakfast. He's out in the garage. He's got one for you, too, Larry. So, hurry it up." Present? That sounded good to me. When I got out to the garage I wondered how I could be so dumb. Dad was working on assembling a new lawn mower. The other present was an edger. Sometimes I thought grownups had a warped sense of humor. Why didn't they just say the lawn needed to be cut and edged and tell us it was our job from now on. It wasn't like I hadn't done it before, Uncle Ray saw to that. We played with our new presents for the rest of the morning. The yard was mess and took more time than normal. Turns out Larry had never had to cut a yard before and was trying to claim he didn't know how. No way was he bailin' on me. I gave him instructions like he was somebody that didn't know how to tell when it was light or dark down to the part of how to pull a rope. I told him the hardest part was to move the handle to the three letters that read 'r-u-n'. Put it there and pull the rope and you'd be surprised what happened. Larry finally gave in and figured he had no choice helping to cut the yard. He may have been able to con his mom, but Dad and me wasn't having anything to do with that crap. I got a little pissed with him and told him just when I thought that maybe he might be a decent kid to know he started acting like a wimp. That pretty much took care of our understanding and he didn't try to bail on me anymore. When we finished we were both hot, sweaty and dirty. We had cut grass and dirt from head to toe. I kicked off my shoes and grabbed the hose for a quick rinse. Larry stood there looking at me like I was nuts. He wanted to go inside for a warm shower. I told him he was acting like a moron, only sissies did that. Holding the hose over my head I let the water run down and brushed the mess off. Wet from head to toe including my shorts I put the hose down my pants for a thorough cleaning front and rear. After I finished cleaning out my crack I pointed the hose at the wimp and let him have it. God, you woulda thought he was gonna melt or die or somethin' the way he hollered. Dad walked out about then and thought the same as me, Larry was acting a little too effeminate for comfort. Dad told him to stop squealin' or he'd get a scrub brush and give him somethin' to squeal about. He finally took the hose and cleaned himself off and , I think to show he could act like a boy, put the nozzle down his pants. I swear I saw a smile on his face when he stuck the hose in his crack. When he finished I told him he better get some dry clothes 'cause if he was wearin' any underwear he'd soon have a diaper rash. We were so messy Kathy wouldn't let us in the house for lunch. She gave us sandwiches and a drink and told us to find a spot in the yard. We found a good spot in the side yard away from the house where we could sit on the grass and be comfortable. Since no one was around I decided to follow though with last night's conversation. I have to admit he had me curious about the games they played. "Lar, no ones here but us, talk to me. Last night you said somethin' about games you played?" Larry looked around to be sure no one was near, then turned his back on the house. "Yeah, some of 'em just me and Ben played, other times it was all of us. They had one they liked to play called 'wrestle to the blow'. Ben would wrestle one of his brothers and I'd hafta wrestle the other one. We'd wrestle until they pinned us or we hollered uncle. Most of the time they made sure we hollered 'uncle'. The loser had to blow the winner. You can guess who did most of the blowin'. Once in a while they'd let us win to keep us from hollerin' they was unfair. They just didn't want us to stop blowin' 'em." Another game we played was when the older boys wrestled one another and me and Ben wrestled each other. They called that one "wrestle to the fuck". Guess what happened to the loser." "You're kiddin'," was the only response I could muster. "No. I'm not kiddin'. Biggest problem was I still had my cherry and didn't know how to do what they was talkin' about. They thought that was funny. Actually, it was embarrassing. The first time I couldn't do it. Ben was too big, so we changed the game to 'wrestle to the stretch'. Every time I lost I had to wear this butt plug that stretched me open. After a couple weeks they started giving me en'mas to clean me out and then they'd finger me." "The en'mas felt good long they was warm. Each time they started with one finger and ended with two or three, depending on how tight I was. Man, it was hot. They knew how to find the prostate gland. Ben and one brother held me down why the other stuck his finger in and massaged the prostate. I'd be on the floor screaming and trying to get free. Sometimes I'd scream so loud they stuffed my underwear in my mouth. It didn't hurt, actually it felt great. Problem was since I couldn't shoot they just kept going and I kept feeling these thrills till I was worn out." "Brad-----Larry---where are you? Time to come in." Kathy called us in. Damn! Right when everything was getting super hot and I was all boned up, Kathy calls us. We just had lunch, why was she callin' us in? "Boys," Kathy continued, "time to get cleaned up and dressed. We're going school clothes shopping this afternoon. You need to get cleaned up and then make an inventory of what you have. I want to get this done before the last minute. I hate fighting last minute crowds." "Yes Ma'am," Larry said and we both left. Larry went to our room and I went to the bathroom. I wanted to be first to get a shower 'cause I was so boned up from him talkin'. After a quick shower and taking care of business, I wrapped a towel around me and headed for the room. When I got there the door was locked. I tapped on the door and whispered for him to let me in. When I heard the lock snap I opened the door and walked in to a naked Larry. "What are you doin' man? The door was locked." I asked him. "I locked it while I was changing clothes and forgot to unlock it." The wise ass smiled while he repeated what I told him last night. "Yeah, I know. You probably got all hot and bothered like me sittin' out side talkin' about what you did with Ben and his brothers. Probably did the same thing as me to take care of it too." Then we both started laughing that knowing laugh. I dropped the towel and looked in my drawer for my special cut jogging shorts. When I put them on I think he started to drool. "Brad, where'd you get those? I never seen any cut like that." "Won't neither," I answered, "Uncle Ray got me the shorts and I did the special cuts. Like 'em? I got another pair." "Yeah, Ben probably woulda invited you to his house if he'd seen you wearin' these. I don't believe your dad lets you wear these." "Why, there's nothin' wrong with 'em. I wore 'em on the cruise ship and in Mexico this summer. All I did was cut the butt support out and split 'em a little more up the side. Here, try these when you get your shower." Larry practically ran down to the bathroom. In no time a dripping Larry came back wearin' the special cut shorts and thought he looked hot. He deliberately walked out to see if his mom would say anything. I heard her when she saw him. "Careful, kid, might get a cold butt wearin' those things." When he came back we both rolled in the floor laughing. *** "Uncle Ray?" "Hey, kiddo. How ya' doin'?" "Uncle Ray, miss you. When are ya comin' here?" "Do you remember me sayin' Ocotober?" "Yeah, but that's too long. I been doin' what you wanted. Me and Larry been talkin' and getting' along a lot better. In fact, we get along real good now." "Really. And what great revelation brought this about? Before, the two of you were like mortal enemies. Now after just a few days the two of you are bosom buddies?" "We weren't that bad, Uncle Ray. We just talked and found out we had a lot more in common than we thought. We even worked together to put stuff on our walls. In fact, we don't mind sharin' a room no more." "God, will miracles never cease. What brought all this about?" 'I can't tell ya on the phone. I'll tell you when we're together. I did find out he likes to sleep naked too, and he really likes my special cut jogging shorts." "Oh my God, Brad have you started corrupting that boy?" "More like the other way 'round. He's cruptin' me. Can't you come in September and maybe I can come see you in October? I really need a weekend with just the two of us." "Brad," Uncle Ray was now using his serious voice, "if your dad can tell me that you and Larry have been able to work things out so there's peace, and thee's no hassles with school, then I'll arrange to come down the third weekend in September. As for October, we'll talk about it then, okay?" "Yeah, I guess so. We're goin' out to buy school clothes in a few. I've never done that with anyone but you. S'pose I don't like what she wants me to get?" "Then take it anyway with a smile. You take it home and put it in the drawer or hang it in the closet. There's no rule says you have to pull it out. Besides, you should have quite a few clothes. Heaven knows there's no way you're going to wear your clothes out up hear. In fact you hardly wear them much less wear them out." "Uncle Ray, you're teasin' me again." "Would I do that?" "Yeah, and it's not nice. I'll be good, I promise. But, try to come down? Please?" "I'll see what we can work out. You just keep bein' good okay?' "Yeah. They're callin' me to go shoppin' now. Love ya, Uncle Ray." "Love you, too. Remember, I have faith in my boy, okay?" "Okay. And, Uncle Ray, I like it when call me your boy. Bye." Kathy asked me who was on the phone. Logical question I guess since we didn't know nobody here yet. I told her Uncle Ray said I could call collect and he might come for a visit in September. She just said okay and kept goin'. I thought September was pretty good until I realized we were still talkin' another four weeks till he'd be here. When she asked about the phone I got worried about what she heard. I talked so Uncle Ray would know what I meant and thought nobody would get the same message. I'd just told Uncle Ray I was at the horny toad stage and needed him to play for a whole weekend. When she didn't say anything I knew she didn't get it. The clothes we picked out weren't too bad. After all, jeans are jeans, right? Same with tennis shoes and under shorts. Even if we could afford to get the fancy name jeans and shoes, I wouldn't. Uncle Ray says that's bein' too pretentious and snobbish. Besides, he could always find better things to do with the money like get another car toy or take a trip. Kathy's idea of a nice shirt to wear left a little to be desired. Kathy's idea of a nice shirt was good for a first grader. I now knew why Larry had drawers that were blue with cartoon characters. When she suggested I get a shirt with a picture of a cartoon character I just asked her if she was kidding. I told her that's what little kids wore and why Larry got picked on in school. I don't know if the first reason meant anything, but the second one hit home. She asked Larry and he confirmed it to her. Then she started in wanting to know why he hadn't said something before. God help us all. I led Kathy over to another stack of shirts and told her this is what the big boys wore. She picked one up and said it was still and cartoon character. Trying to explain to her there is a big difference between a cartoon character and a video game character was like talking to a wall. She finally let me and Larry pick out our own shirts. I just told him nothing in pink. The big advantage here was we didn't have to hide any or make up a story why we didn't wear a particular shirt. Kathy said if there was a problem down the road to remember who picked them out and learn to live with it. Fair enough. That night we lay in bed, he was close enough to touch me and I didn't move this time. All this talk was getting' me worked up and I liked feelin' him touching me. I lay on my back and he was on his side facing me with his head propped in his hand. I wanted to know more and was really getting jealous that he'd done so much more than me. After all, I was older than him. "Larry, you said Ben and his brothers finger fucked you and made you wear a stretcher?" "Yeah, they were too big for me to handle in my butt. They put a plug in me that adjusted to different sizes. I'd wear it for a couple hours at a time. They used their fingers to stretch the muscle too." "Didn't it hurt?" "At first, it hurt a little. They didn't try stretchin' a whole lot at one time. After about two weeks of doin' it after school they started stickin a candle in me. It felt funny, but didn't hurt. They said the candle was the size of a normal dick. They'd put it in me then start pumpin' me with it. After a while they'd twist it from side to side to loosen me up some more. This went on for a couple weeks usin' different size candles. Then I tried it with Ben again. Oh man, it didn't compare." "I was scared. In fact, I was so scared I was shakin', but I'd seen boys smaller than me doin' it in the films so I figured if they could do it so could I. Before we started though I drank a beer to help me relax and they gave me three enemas to clean me out. When we did try I laid over the edge of the bed. The films showed these guys or boys layin' on what they called a horse. It was this big padded thing with legs. You laid on it with your feet on the ground and your hands tied to the front legs. Sometimes they showed boys with their legs tied too." "Anyway, when we started he tongued me to get me good and hot. Then he smeared some Vaseline on me and said he put a bunch on his dick too so it'd be slippery and not hurt so much. They told me to push out like I was tryin' to take a dump and when I did Ben would push in. We had to try three or four times but then the head slipped in, but I'm not sure how far. I could feel my hole open, it felt like this huge turd tryin' to move backwards. But it felt good at the same time." "He'd push some and stop to let me get used to it. It'd hurt a little but not too bad 'cause I'd been stretched. I don't know how many times he'd say push and then we'd stop. Finally, I could feel his legs touch mine and I knew he was in me. I felt so full, but at the same time warm. When he got all the way in I had tears runnin' but I wasn't cryin'. He laid on my back and started kissin' my shoulders. Just like we'd seen in his brothers films. While he was doin' this his brothers was on each side of me talkin', tellin' me to relax and enjoy it. Easy for them to say, it wasn't their butt getting' filled." "Larry, wait a minute. You got me so hard my dick's gonna blow apart. Give me a minute to rest will ya?" Larry didn't give me minute. He turned around so his head was near my crotch. He spit on his thumb and started rubbing it into the oversensitive head. I nearly flew off the bed. "Oooohhhh, ggaaaahhhhdd, Larry, ooohhhhh ffffuuuuucckkk, ooooooooo, that's nice, yeeeaaaahhhh, do it maaaan, do it goooood, mmmmmpppphhhh, mmmmm--- mmmmmm---oooooooohhhh shiiiiiiiit, fuuuuuuuuuuccck-----" "Anyway, once he was in," Larry kept talking while he drove me nuts, "he laid on top of me for a few minutes and then began a long slow pistoning motion. I wasn't sure I liked it at first but after a few strokes I got accustomed to his size and after that I couldn't wait for him to do me again. That first time took for ever and I hit so many home runs that I lost count." "ohhhhh ffuuuuuuccckkk, Larrry, yeeeeeaaaaahhhh, OOOOOHHHHHH GGGAAAAAHHHDDD, ------shit --- fuck --- shit---do me-dooooo meeee" Lar was giving me the most incredible feelings. This was just plain raw sex like I'd never felt before. Not that sex with Uncle Ray wasn't good, it was tender and nice. This was rough and raw and fantastic. I knew what I wanted from Uncle Ray next time. Without thinking I reached over and began to fondle and work on him. Before I knew what I was doing, while he sent shock waves through me, I began to give him a blow job. We finished in the sixty-nine position with two of my fingers up his butt. "Oh man, that was unreal. Those boys did teach you good, didn't they." "Yeah, and you give pretty good head too." Just then it struck me what I'd done. I could only hope he hadn't figured out how I learned. There was something else I needed to know. "Larry, when Ben fucked you didn't it hurt?" "At first it hurt some. Especially that first time, that's why it took so long. After we did it a few times I could take him in one straight stroke all the way in. We did it with me free or sometimes they'd tie me to the headboard. Then I learned to do it on my back. My favorite position though was on my side. When I was on my side I could feel him rubbing me from my shoulders to my feet. Sometimes he'd swing a leg over my top leg, and that was hot. When he peaked out he'd bite down on my shoulder real hard. It hurt some but I loved knowing I was his bitch. We played sex slave sometimes, too, but I really liked being his boy toy." "I loved to feel him touching me. He laid on his side behind me and when he was pumping my insides felt great and I'd feel his smooth skin rubbing me. I could also stretch out and control the pressure in my butt holding him. He'd wrap his arms around me and rub me all up and down my front while kissing the back of my neck. Sometimes he'd grab my chin and turn my head so he could rim my ear. With him holdin' me that way I just felt like there was no one else in the world but us. Now it's gone." Larry was crying a little and I had to feel sorry for him. His security blanket was gone, mine was up the road and I'd see him sometime. When he finished the story he turned around and I spooned him into me. With his head on my shoulder I layed one arm across his chest and the other over his stomach. I gently ran my fingers up and down the front of him. "Lar, what kind of a game is 'sex slave'?" End Ch Twenty-Five To Be Continued: comments welcome, contact Dwight Wilson at adm2780@yahoo.com