Date: Mon, 11 Dec 2006 16:04:57 -0800 (PST) From: adm2780 Subject: Brad's Idol Chapter Twenty-Seven 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 Greg Bruce for his time and efforts proof reading and editing the chapters. Greg's assistance contributes substantially to a more pleasant reading of each chapter. I am receiving emails requesting the name of other stories I have posted. Simultaneously with this story I am posting New Horizons posted under Gay Male/Authoritarian. The category is misleading since the theme of the story is anti-authoritarian. It is not typical of the genre. Chapter Twenty-Seven: Brads Idol Uncle Ray's visit was half way through the first grading period. During the next four weeks I studied hard to be sure I got the 'B' average required for the trip. Any time I got discouraged I thought about Uncle Ray's promise to help me become a big boy. I wanted to get stretched, and more importantly, experience the feeling of having my butt stuffed. Dad picked me up at school at 10:00 o'clock just like he said he would. We were supposed to meet Uncle Ray in Daytona at noon. This wasn't the original plan but Dad had an out of county court date in the early afternoon and had to make the drive anyway. He called Uncle Ray and made a date for lunch. This way I actually got to Uncle Ray sooner. I didn't have to go home until Monday afternoon. We arrived about five minutes late. As we pulled into the parking lot I spotted Uncle Ray's car, but it wasn't the new sports job. He drove the car he took to work every day. I had hoped for another ride in the sports job, but right now I just wanted to see Uncle Ray and go home with him. Uncle Ray had already ordered two club sandwiches with chips and drinks. Yes, there were three of us, but have you ever thought about how much food is in a club sandwich. Neither Uncle Ray nor Dad liked to eat heavy meals when driving; they claimed it made them sleepy. As soon as we got on the highway I slid over and leaned against Uncle Ray. Lifting his right arm I slid under and leaned against his chest. The right arm fell across my shoulders with his hand on my stomach. When I did this he didn't say anything, but gave me a gentle hug. We sat there watching the miles go by and listening to the radio. Every once in a while I'd snuggle against him. He'd rub my chest and stomach. Somewhere during the trip he began a light rubbing of my left nip through my shirt. The shivers coursing through me made me aware of what he was doing. I didn't stop him even though it was a little uncomfortable for my shirt to rub me like that. When it got too uncomfortable I just pulled my shirt up and put it over his hand. Now I could feel his fingers moving over my skin and sensitive nipple. "Uncle Ray, are you going to keep your promise to me?" "What promise is that? I don't think I've ever broken a promise to you, have I?" "No. Remember, you promised when I came to visit you'd take my cherry if I wanted you to, and I do. I want to know what it feels like. I kept my promise. I didn't let no body fool with me." "Did someone try to fool with you like that?" "No, but if they did I wouldn't a let 'em." "Brad, think real hard, son. What did I promise?" "You said we could, Uncle Ray, but I had to promise to let you know if it hurt too much so you'd stop." "As I recall what I said was I wouldn't say no then, but I wouldn't say yes either. We would discuss it some more when you came for a visit. I also acknowledged I understood why you were curious and wanted to find out for yourself. We agreed that if we did go that far, you would let me know if it hurt too much; you would tell me so we could stop. Isn't that what we talked about?" "Well I said practically the same thing, I just didn't hafta use so many words." "I hear ya, boy." "Ouch!" He just pinched my nipple real hard. "Why'd you do that?" "Let your mind think about something besides getting your butt stuffed for a while. By the way, we're not going straight home. Remember that lot you still have? We need to go put a sign on it. There's a shortage of lots and prices are moving up." "Think I can sell it this weekend?" "Don't know. Sometimes you put a sign out and no one calls for six months. Other times you'll get six calls before we get home." We turned off the highway and headed for the property. Uncle Ray said most of the land had been sold. He and Kelley were holding a few lots till Spring when the market should go up again. I asked why I needed to sell mine now and he said the price he put on the sign was the same they would be asking in the Spring. Same price whether it sold now or later. Putting the sign up was easy, a tree plus nail and hammer. All we needed now was a buyer. "We goin' home now?" I asked anxiously. "One more stop. We need food to eat this weekend. There's a roast in the oven right now, but that won't take us through the weekend. You can pick out what you want for snacks." "Then home?" "Then home. Brad, there's something you need to understand. I understand your excitement at learning and experiencing something new. However, there's more to this than just greasing your ass and poking you. You want me to treat you like a big boy; I want you to act like one and have patience. If you want me to do this, we will do it slow and easy, understand?" "Yes sir, but just kinda. What more is there to it?" "Trust me, son, just trust me. Remember, I've always said I didn't want to do anything that would hurt you. If you expect me to stick you tonight, it's not going to happen. However, I think there will be some things you'll like. I'm just asking you to slow down a little, okay?" I just nodded, took his hand and entered the grocery. When we got home the first thing I did was get comfortable while Uncle Ray put the groceries away. You could smell the roast as you walked in the door but it was only late afternoon, too early for supper. Just being with him had me excited. I already told him that I played some with Larry, but that was different. With Larry I could satisfy a need to get my nut. With Uncle Ray, it was a lot more. It was a feeling of security and feeling loved. "Uncle Ray, sometimes when we haven't seen each other for a while you say you need to take the edge off first and then we can enjoy playing? Well, it's too early for supper, and that's how I feel right now." Without saying anything he reached under my arms and planted my little naked butt on the counter. He spread my legs, put a hand on each side of my chest with his thumbs over my nips and buried his face in my neck. He did it so fast I hardly had time to think. When he started I took a deep breath and pushed my chest out for him. Even though he held me there, I grabbed two handfuls of hair to balance myself and let him give me thrills. I wanted him to hold me; I wanted to feel him against me. "Uncle Ray, let's lay down. I want to feel you. Get naked." His only answer was a grunt. He quickly worked his tongue down my chest, teasing my nips and then dove onto my hard tool. I thought I was going to jump off the counter. "Uncle Ray, get naked. I want to lay on you and nurse." He carried me to the bedroom and lay me down. I watched him strip. I was so excited and hard it almost ached. When he lay down I climbed on top and immediately began nursing on him. I was straddling him with my knees to his side and my feet hooked over the top of his legs. When I situated myself I reached down and made sure he was pointing up. He felt warm and I could hear his heart beat. Laying on him like this I felt like I could just melt into him. Moving from one nip to the other I humped him, at first slow and then harder. He squeezed my butt and encouraged me with his moans and caresses. Before long I was breathing hard and whimpering. I could feel it coming on and wanted, actually needed, to get over the edge. My body had matured enough at this point that I released just a little; my time to shoot was coming. I held on tight and squealed a little when I peaked. He followed right after me. As I lay on him catching my breath and squirming in his cum I asked, "Uncle Ray, what are we going to do tonight?" "What do you mean?" "You said you wouldn't stick me tonight, but there would be something I'd probably like." "Oh, I see," he replied, "Why don't you sit up here for a minute?" I pushed myself up so I straddle him and propped myself on his chest, looking him in the eye. "Do you remember telling about the nights you and Larry talked a lot? He wanted to know why you enjoyed visiting me, and you told him. Do you remember what you said?" "Yeah. I told him I liked being with you 'cause you weren't afraid to show me you loved me. You'd hold me and hug me. I told him 'bout the back rubs and you'd let me sleep with you. I also told him I could talk to you and you didn't make fun of me." "Okay, and I'm glad you feel that way. Brad, you need to understand that I love you like you were my own. There's no way, if I can ever help it, that I'll let anyone hurt you." "I know, Uncle Ray, I love you too. I can talk to you. That's why I told you what I wanted to do and I want it to be with you." "I know, son, and I appreciate the fact that you felt comfortable enough to talk with me like that. Remember, I didn't say no and I didn't say yes. However, I need to know you're doing it for the right reason. The right reason is not because your younger step- brother did it and is more experienced. At the moment I'd like for you to think about why Larry is doing it. Think about what he said and then we'll talk some more, okay? For right now, how about some supper?" "Uncle Ray, I'll think about it, but I'm not sure what you want me to say." "Brad, I want you to say what's in your heart and what common sense tells you. That's all. For right now, how about giving an old man a hug, and let's finish preparing supper?" While we talked, tears formed in my eyes. I wasn't crying, but the tears did run down my face. A couple of times he wiped them away, but never said a word. He talked to me like I was a person; he didn't talk down to me like I was a dumb kid. That's one of the reasons I was comfortable with him. We talked, he didn't lecture or fuss. When he asked me for a hug I knew this conversation was over. I wrapped one arm under his shoulder and the other around his neck. With my face buried in his neck all I could say was "Love you." His response was to squeeze me tight; no words needed. I couldn't remember the last time I had home-made pot roast. It smelled great coming out of the oven. Matched with broccoli and a cheese sauce plus mashed potatoes, that was a meal to enjoy. Uncle Ray was always a stickler about eating at the table with the television off. I always thought there was something funny about two naked people sitting down to a formal place setting. Not that I hadn't done it before. When we went out, particularly to the club, I was expected to use proper etiquette. When he was teaching me I sat down to a formal place setting and I was naked, but at home. We ate this meal on TV tables while he watched the news. I say he watched because at twelve all I cared about was it only lasted thirty minutes. "Brad, you need to call Charlotte and let her know you're here. If you don't see her or spend a little time with her this weekend she's going to be hurt. Why don't you ask her if she'd like to go out to dinner with us tomorrow night?" "Were we planning on going out tomorrow night?" "Not really, but we can. She may have another suggestion. After all the time she took with you during the summers though, you need to show her some consideration. She may want to take you out and leave me here, who knows?" After we cleaned up our mess from supper, Uncle Ray settled back down on the sofa. I settled in my normal place in his lap, but this time I had the portable phone. After I talked with Aunt Charlotte for a few minutes I told her Uncle Ray wanted me to call and ask her to join us for dinner tomorrow night. She sounded excited and wanted to know where we were going. I kept having to repeat what she said to me so Uncle Ray could keep giving me answers. He said we'd go to the new restaurant downtown on the river. When I hung up he wanted to know if I brought a pair of nice casual pants with me. I didn't, but I did bring a new pair of jeans and shoes. He said I could use those with a nice button-up shirt ^Ö something else I didn't bring. "Kid, after all the times you've been here and you didn't pack to go out someplace nice? You should know better." "But, Uncle Ray," I pleaded, "I thought we were goin' to stay in all weekend. I wanted to spend the whole time with you here and I don't wear clothes here. We stay naked all the time." "Stop the cutesy buttering up game. Every time you come you know we go out at least one night. I may still have clothes for you in there, I'll look. If not, tomorrow we go get you a nice shirt to wear to dinner." "Uncle Ray, I gotta get up." "If you're going where I think you are, start filling the tub." "Okay, I will." I called back as I ran for the bathroom. Somethin' got to me in a hurry. We lay in a hot tub of water with me leaning back against him like I always did. Since we left university I always felt like I lost something that would never be replaced. Being here with him I knew things were the way I liked. We didn't say much, I just leaned back on him while he gently bathed me and scooped warm water on my shoulders. It felt nice as it ran down my front. I could lay my head back on his shoulder, reach back and run my fingers through his hair. This is how we always relaxed. No kid could ask to feel more comfortable. A couple of times when the water started getting cool he drained a little and added more hot water so we could soak longer. When it was time to get out he told me to stay there a moment and he would be right back. I remember the first time he did that to me and I hoped he was doing the same thing. He did, he brought me a towel fresh from the dryer. It always felt good to be wrapped in a nice warm and thick towel. When I was dried off he sent me to the living room, giving me a love pat on the butt as I left. In a couple of minutes he came in, but he was carrying another towel and a bottle of something. He sat down tucking his right foot under his left leg, as always, which formed my seat. When he put pillows in his lap I knew where this was going and broke out a smile. The television was on, but he turned the light out and patted the pillows. No one had to explain that to me and I didn't waste any time lying down. When he picked up the bottle I had to ask. "What's that stuff?" "This is body oil like a professional masseur uses to give a massage. It makes it easier for me to rub you and when I rub it in it's good for your skin." I didn't say anything; nothing needed to be said. When he opened the bottle it smelled like some kind of herbs. It wasn't real strong, just nice. I watched him pour some in his hand then rub his hands together. When he reached towards my head I closed my eyes and relaxed. He gently rubbed his palm over my forehead and then began massaging the temples. The oil was warm and felt good. I felt his thumbs across my eyelids and then my cheeks from the nose out. It felt so good when his thumbs followed my hair line while the fingers worked the area at the back of my neck. He had turned my head so he could use both hands. I heard him pour more oil and rub his hands together and then felt both hands begin at the side of my neck below the ears and rub firmly, but gently across my shoulders. When he reached my arms he came back on my chest following the muscle that led to my nipples. His palms worked in a circular motion. I was completely relaxed and went totally limp, lying there enjoying letting him do whatever he wanted. When the palms crossed my chest again he let them barely touch my sensitive nipples and rolled them while I squirmed. His fingers traced the line between my ribs, one at a time. Then he worked my stomach. His hands made wide sweeping motions across my stomach, first one side and then the other. My body just rolled with the pressure. He worked his way down to the lower abdomen and I felt his thumb at the base of my pole. He traced a line up the middle to my navel, then to the side and down the crevice between my stomach and legs. Again, first one side, then the other. I opened my legs to give him full access, but instead he followed down the top and inside of my leg, coming back up on the outside of the leg. When he reached my feet, he ran an oily finger between each toe. Wow! His fingers did this several times. The way he rubbed me I couldn't help but get excited, but I wouldn't move or say anything. He spoke in hardly more than a whisper, telling me he was going to turn me over. Placing another pillow under my chest for support, he extended my arms down my sides. I lay there in a world without danger or threats or darkness. I lay in a world of any boy's dream. Again the hands began at the shoulders and neck. He stretched and massaged every muscle in my back, stopping at the base of my cheeks. When I thought he was going to work on my butt he picked up each arm, and using his thumb and second finger, worked up and down each muscle several times. When he reached my hands, he ran a finger between each finger and followed the tendon to the wrist. My legs were the next part to feel his gentle touch. The thumb followed down the center of the back of my leg, two fingers held the muscles coming back up. On the second trip down he lifted my leg, bending it gently at the knee and massaged the instep of my foot. Each trip down and back up my legs spread wider to give him full access. On a trip back up his fingers continued over my cheeks, making circles from the outside in, he teased the edge of the crevice leading to my treasure. Every other trip down my legs he teased my cheeks, and then about the fifth or sixth time he concentrated on my butt. After a few minutes I felt his finger sliding down between my cheeks and I opened as wide as I could. His finger slid over my treasure and reached the perineum. He massaged me there, reaching forward occasionally to massage the sac and its contents. I was squirming and mewing like his lost puppy. This puppy was lost in his own heaven when I felt the finger settle on my treasure and begin to massage the entrance. He didn't put any pressure there, he just moved his finger in a circular motion, stretching the side some. When he did this I really began to whimper and squirm. God, this felt great; he could do this forever, but he didn't. After a few minutes of my squirming and listening to me whimper he said for me to sit up. I sat straddling his lap with my groin up against him as close as I could get. The pillows were gone and my knees were on the sofa. He held me back while he wiped me off with the towel. Then I leaned into him dropping my arms to my side and laying my head on his shoulder. He wiped my back off with the towel. When he finished he spoke to me. "My boy feel good now?" "Yeah. Uncle Ray, you can do that some more if you want, it's nice." He didn't answer me, but I felt his fingers traveling down my back, he squeezed my cheeks and then entered the crevice again. The way I was sitting I couldn't move to open up to him any more. When he reached my treasure hole he tickled me with his finger nails, causing me to squirm and whimper. Then he massaged me some more with his fingers. Just when I was really into it and almost out, he did something new. His finger moved in a circle, first one way and then the other. He did this several times and then I felt THUMP----THUMP^×the fingers circled again then reversed^×THUMP--- -THUMP----THUMP^×the fingers massaged some more^×THUMP----THUMP---- THUMP----THUMP. I could feel both hands holding my cheeks, pulling them apart when he tickled me with his finger nail and then again, THUMP----THUMP----THUMP. He had me squirming again and whimpering into his neck. Each time he thumped me I'd jump and whimper. "Ohhh, gaaahhhhdd, Uncle Ray, that feels weird-----ohhhh, geeeeezzz." "What's weird about it?" "It feels like its going through my insides. Every time you thump me I can feel my insides jump. Stop, your driving me nuts. Please." He stopped and wrapped both arms around me. I was holding him tight and squirming. I still had shivers running through me. Then he put a hand on each side of my chest with a thumb on each nipple and started pulling. "Ohhhh,gaaaahhd, Uncle Ray. What are you doin' to me?" "Makin' you feel good, I hope." He answered. Then he pushed me away from him. Putting one hand in the small of my back he pushed me down with a hand on my chest. I lay back across his legs like I used to. He went back to work on my nips and bent down, giving me a raspberry on my belly. It'd been a long time since he did this, I could remember him doin' it when I was real little; I think I was eight. I lay back with my arms splayed to the side and giggled just as hard and loud as when I was eight. When he used his fingernails down my sides I jumped up and wrapped my arms around him again. "Uncle Ray, take me to bed." He turned everything out and carried me to the bedroom with my arms and legs wrapped around him as tight as I could get them. When he lay down I crawled half way on top of him and began nuzzling his neck and then rimmed his ear. Now was my turn to please him and let him squirm and whimper, and he was good at it. I worked my way across his forehead and down the other side, rimming the other ear. Before long I worked my way down his chest and began to nurse. While I nursed one I tweaked and twisted the other, feeling him take deep breaths and hold them or arch his back. My hands never stayed still. The fingertips and nails ran all over him. I enjoyed feeling him react to what I did. We were both aroused and had been for some time. I quickly worked my way over his stomach and down to his package. Grabbing his hard tool in one hand I began to lick the end while I massaged his jewels with the other hand. He hollered out when my tongue hit the tip and then grabbed my leg, flinging me over his chest. I just grunted when I felt his tongue on my treasure. He used long strokes in the crevice to bathe me, stopping periodically to suck and stick his tongue in. The strokes then moved down to cover the perineum and sac. It was a toss of the coin which of us was moaning the most. The more he worked my hole the harder I worked his tool. Before long he rolled us on our sides and we went to the sixty-nine. I thought it was a good thing my package wasn't just sewn on, he sucked so hard he would have pulled it off. I couldn't hold out long and peaked. When I became too sensitive I pulled away and let him go. There was a towel we always kept next to the night stand and some oil. I lay on the towel and squirted oil in the hole formed by my butt and legs. I looked at him and told him to pound me. I felt him slide in and against the back of my sac. He felt great going in and out. When he knew we were completely lubed he picked me up by my chest and began pounding my butt so hard I was bouncing off the bed. He pulled up on my chest when he pounded down and let go as he withdrew. His middle finger worked over my nips as he pounded me. He was so worked up he didn't last long before I heard him hold his breath and felt his man juice all over my groin. When he finished he lay on me for a moment and rolled to the side. When he rolled over he reached between my legs and spread his cum up my crack. Then he took some and put it on my lips before sticking his finger in his mouth. I licked off my lips and used the towel to wipe me and him off. The towel went to the floor and I lay on his chest. His fur was soft and his heart beat felt nice. As with most times when we were together, I fell asleep in his grasp. End Chapter Twenty-Seven To Be Continued; comments welcome; contact Dwight Wilson at adm2780@yahoo.com