Date: Wed, 27 Dec 2006 05:42:45 -0800 (PST) From: adm2780 Subject: Brads Idol Ch Twenty-Nine 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. My special thanks again to Greg who protects the reader from my slaughter of the rules of punctuation, spelling and grammar. Chapter Twenty-Nine: Brad's Idol Somebody wrapped me up like a papoose, I couldn't even move my arms. I awoke and realized I was alone. Uncle Ray got up whenever and must have tucked me in; I could hear him talking in another room. The clock said it was 9:00 already. He had me wrapped up nice and warm and cozy. I felt like staying there, but nature said I needed to get up or risk having a damp bed. After satisfying nature, I staggered into the living room. He heard me coming and moved the pillows so I could just plop down next to him, which I did and leaned against him. "Good morning, sleepy head." He sounded much too happy and cheerful. "Hey," was all the reply I could get out. Then after a couple of minutes, "you left me alone." "Yes, I did. You were out like a light. I figured I wore you out last night. Having fun can be tiring sometimes." "What are you^Å..oh, yeah, I guess so." was my mumbled response. It took a moment for me to realize what he was talking about. "That wasn't a nice thing to do to a little kid." "What wasn't nice? Letting you enjoy yourself or leaving you alone in bed." "Both," I answered, smiling and holding onto his arm. "What's for breakfast?" He teased me. "You're not awake yet and you're worried about breakfast?" "Having fun can be tiring but it makes you hungry too. What's for breakfast?" "Come up here, kiddo." He pulled me into his lap. "I hate to tell you this but you smell like a combination of sweat and dried cum; you need a bath." "It's your fault. You did it. You should give me bath and clean up your mess," I suggested. "You know, you're sitting in my lap. It wouldn't take any effort for me to pop that little bubble butt of yours. I suggest you go get a bath and I'll fix some bacon, eggs and toast." He said this like this was one of his non-negotiable issues. "By the way, is your butt sore?" "You mean from you havin' your finger in there? No. Thinkin' about it though's startin' to get me goin' again," I grinned as I answered him. "Then I suggest you take a cold shower and reduce your heat level because I'm going to fix breakfast. You go get a shower and be sure to shampoo." "What about you? You were sweatin' last night and got messy too." "You'll notice that I don't stink. I had a shower already. Now, git." With the last phrase I got another love pop on the butt and took off. After a warm shower I headed for the food. When I walked into the kitchen he just looked at me and smiled, but didn't say anything. I was in the drip-dry mode. He told me he returned the two calls on my lot. One guy wanted to think about it, the other he had to leave a message. The other issue was going to the beach with Aunt Charlotte, I didn't bring beach clothes. That was no problem because I could get swim shorts and a top at the club's surf shop. When the breakfast dishes and the rest of the mess were put away he poured himself a fresh cup of coffee and headed back to the sofa to finish his paper. After he settled down I curled up next to him with my head in his lap and watched cartoons. After all, it was Saturday. While watching a show I noticed a message running across the bottom of the screen and finally realized it was a weather warning. "Uncle Ray, look at the bottom of the television picture. It looks like a weather warning." "Looks like a front coming in." he said, I think more to himself. "Yeah, it's still about a hundred 'n fifty miles or so west of here. We can still do the beach with Charlotte if we go late in the morning and plan on being back here around mid-afternoon. I'll call her." He called Aunt Charlotte and I just kept watching cartoons. He'd tell me what was up when he got off the phone and I knew it. Listening to his end of the conversation I could guess the trip to the beach was probably still on. Actually, my choice was to stay home and lounge around. When he hung up he told me Aunt Charlotte was going to call the club and see what weather conditions there were, then a decision would be made. In the interim, I kept watching cartoons. The phone rang about ten minutes later. Aunt Charlotte was being efficient. Being a bit of a smart ass, like a lot of twelve year olds, I answered the phone as "Brad's Pool Hall". I knew this would surprise her. I was the one surprised, it wasn't Aunt Charlotte. It was someone calling about my lot. Oops. "No sir," I said quickly when he asked if this was really a pool hall, "I was expecting a call from a friend and thought I'd be cute. You have the right number; we have the lot for sale. Just a minute." I handed the phone to Uncle Ray. The man wasn't there and I still felt my face turn red. I was counting on Uncle Ray bailing me out on this one. As they talked Uncle Ray asked the man to hold while he cut off another call coming in on the other line. The new call was from Aunt Charlotte. When he told her we'd try another time I knew the beach date was off. Before he hung up on the lot call they made a date for noon at the lot. "Okay, kid, you have an appointment at noon to show your lot." "What am I supposed to say to him?" This was new to me and I really didn't like the idea that I had to do this. "Start with a pleasant 'hello', and if he teases you about the way you answered the phone just smile and say 'sorry'," he advised. "Then ask him what he'd like to know. I suggest you take a piece of paper with the price and terms with you. He'll probably ask about closing costs, also." *** "Uncle Ray, do ya think he'll show?" It was already seven minutes past noon. I was eating cheese crackers and a coke for lunch till this was over. About the time I asked the question a pickup truck headed our way. It was him. When he stopped we got out of our truck. I don't know why, but I expected to see an older man that looked like he'd swallowed a water melon and his pants held up by suspenders. This man was just a little older than Uncle Ray and wasn't fat. He did have the baseball hat, as any cool person would, and looked like a nice person. He got me as we walked toward one another and he extended his hand. "Brad's Pool Hall I assume?" he said with a smile. I blushed and answered, "At your service. What can I do for you?" He had a boy with him about my age, or at least my size. He and Uncle Ray started talking and then Uncle Ray told him it was my lot and up tome to set the price and terms. I was boxed in; I thought Uncle Ray was going to handle this for me. The kid and I talked some. His name was Mike and he was my age. He asked me if this really was my lot and I told him it was. I also let him know I had to work out here during the summer, cleaning and cutting to earn the money for it. He thought that was neat, and now, I did too. Then the man asked me to show him the corners. Usually when someone wants to see the corners I thought we walked the lines together. This man wanted to stay on the road and watch me. He said if I stood at the back corner he'd get a better idea of the size of the lot. Mike and I took off down the line. It was easy to see Uncle Ray and the man were talking, but I was too far away to hear anything. Soon, they gave me the hand signal to move over to the other back corner. The way Uncle Ray moved his hand and pointed I knew he was telling the man this corner was in a low spot. It wasn't big and held water only in a heavy rain. Sometimes it stayed mucky for a few days after a hard rain. "BAM!!!!" That was thunder and all of a sudden somebody turned the bucket upside down. Mike and I were caught away from the trucks. There was no warning. No drizzle or sprinkle, just a downpour. Mike and I both decided to take the most direct route; through the low spot. The low spot was mucky and slippery. We both went down, much to the delight of the adults. When we got to the trucks both of us were half drowned puppies and half mud monsters. His dad told him to drop the pants and throw them in the back, he didn't want his seat messed up. Uncle Ray said the same to me. I dropped it all, the shoes, the socks, the jeans, the briefs, and the shirt. I stood in the rain to rinse off and it was cold. I grabbed a blanket that was behind the seat and wrapped myself in it to get warm. As we pulled off Uncle Ray stopped next to the man's window and told him to call if he wanted the lot. He also said something about this would be a good time for the man to see how the lot drained. Then, Uncle Ray told him he had a naked drowned puppy he needed to get home. The man said his puppy was doin' the same. As we left I told Uncle Ray he didn't need to give everybody all that information. We stopped for hamburgers; drive-thru, of course. We also stopped at the video store. Uncle Ray suggested it wouldn't hurt to have two or three around in case it rained the rest of the weekend. He went in while I stayed in the truck and finished my lunch. When I was finished he was still inside so I decided to join him. Besides, I needed to make sure he didn't get sissy movies; we needed some good blood and guts type movies. It's a good thing he didn't wear dentures. You should have seen the look on his face when he saw me standing next to him, barefoot and wrapped in a blanket. "What?" I asked innocently. "Would it be a good guess if I said you wouldn't want me to take that blanket right now?" he asked me, acting a little perturbed. "It's okay if you don't care if I streak through here," I smiled back. "Boy, one day you're going to push your luck and embarrass yourself." I shrugged my shoulders and found three good movies and we headed to check-out. On the way he kind of whispered in my ear. "Get your little butt in that truck before I warm it up for you." Oops. He might have been a little upset. Once we got in the truck. "Kid, don't pull another stunt like that one on me. If you had dropped that blanket I'd had a helluva time explaining why I was running all over town with a naked twelve year old. My butt could have wound up in jail." I never thought about him getting in any trouble. "I'm sorry Uncle Ray. I didn't think about it like that. I had a good grip on it." He wasn't buying it. "Good grip or no, if you stumbled on what was dragging on the floor it would have been over. How'd you like to explain it all to your Dad?" "I wouldn't," I said with honest remorse. "I'm sorry. You know I wouldn't do anything deliberately to get you in trouble." He didn't say anymore. He pulled me over to lean against him. He also held the blanket closed till we got home. "Run inside and get the hot water going. I want you to soak some and get the chill out of your bones." At least he didn't sound upset anymore. "You gonna soak too?" "Yeah, but I need to put these dirty clothes in the laundry first. You go ahead." he replied. I slipped the blanket off and slid out of the truck. When I turned to get my wet clothes he was looking at me again. "What now? I'm naked, but I run around naked out here all the time. It's not like we're in public or somethin'," I told him. His look said 'shut up and get going' was the best course of action ^Ö I did both. I thought about the shower, but he said soak so I started filling the tub. Soon he came in and we both got in the tub for a nice warm soak. As usual, I sat in his lap and leaned against him while he used his hand to pour water over me. We sat there quietly, just enjoying being there. After he poured water over me for a while he used a cup to pour water on my head and then gave me a good shampoo. When he finished I turned around, straddling his lap, and did the same for him. I wasn't as fast and played around, but I got the job done. After that he told me to stay there. I knew what that used to mean and crossed my fingers. He didn't let me down. He came back with a towel fresh from the dryer and warm. He wrapped me in the towel and gave me a brisk rub down. This is how life should be always. When he finished I wrapped my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist. I didn't even bother waiting for him to offer to carry me. Spoiled? You bet. Lovin' it? Absolutely. We lay on the sofa watching a war movie. I was spooned into him with his lower arm stretched so I could use it as a pillow; the forearm and palm held me against him. He had spread a light blanket over us. It was as warm and comfy as anyone could hope for. I lay there feeling his fur and the warmth he generated. Neither of us said anything or moved much. Sometime during the movie we both managed to fall asleep. When I woke I realized that somehow I was no longer spooned into him, but had managed to turn over and was sprawled across his front with one leg and arm over the top of him. My head was on its side and I could hear his heart beat. Funny how that always fascinated me; I thought it was relaxing. For a short while I lay there listening to his heart and feeling his chest rise and fall with his breathing. As I lay there enjoying the sounds and feelings I would occasionally run my fingers through his fur. After a while I realized my knee was in his groin; good thing I didn't kick in my sleep. When I ran my fingers through his fur and then closed them, I lifted them slowly, watching the hair fall below my fingers. Without thought, I spotted his nipple and rubbed it gently. When I did, he squirmed, so I did it again. It was funny watching his reactions. After a while I looked up and watched him sleep. He looked content. I can't say he looked angelic, but he did look content and at peace. Slowly I moved down and under the blanket. When I reached his groin I knew he was half-hard. The heat he generated surprised me. I took his tool and ran it along each cheek and under my chin. I thought it was interesting how the shaft could feel so hard. The skin was tight but felt soft and silky at the same time. The head felt almost spongy. I enjoyed rubbing it along my face and feeling it rub against my skin. He shifted but I couldn't tell if he was awake. I was under the blanket where it was dark. I could smell him too. He didn't smell bad but I didn't think he smelled fresh like he said I smelled; he smelled strong. While I ran the shaft against my cheek, I held his balls in my palm. They moved within the sac and the hair moving tickled my hand. Another thing I noticed, they didn't move together. While I held his balls and let them glide along my palm I kissed the shaft up and down and around the whole thing. Then I ran my tongue around the base of the spongy glands; one side and then the other. Slicked up with my tongue I opened my mouth and stuck the head in. It was big enough to fill my whole mouth. He moaned and shifted. I knew he must be awake. I didn't worry about it but kept doing what I was doing. I sucked as hard as I could, crushing the head between my tongue and the roof of my mouth. I let the head go, replacing my mouth with my hand, and rubbed the head while I went after one of his balls. They were so big that I knew one is all I could handle at a time. When my palm rubbed across the spongy head he really began to moan and gasp for air. I was pleasing him and that's what I wanted. Lying down between his legs he couldn't just reach out and grab me. This time I wanted it to be just from me to him. The groans and erratic breathing said I was doing a good job. Soon I felt his hands on top of my head. His fingers ran roughly through my hair. His hips were beginning to move up and down some like he was bucking. I slobbered all over his balls and returned to licking and sucking. I'd lick up and down and then take it all to suck three or four times then return to licking and squeezing. The more I could make him squirm the better. This was payback in one way, but it was really more a gift to let him know how much I cared. Later tonight, I would give him my special treasure so he knew how much I loved him. I grinned listening to the 'oooohhhs' and 'aaaahhhhhs' and 'oh shiiit' or 'fuuuuck your hot'; and he thought I had an interesting vocabulary. All the phrases encouraged me to do more and try harder. Finally, I felt his balls pull close to him. I didn't know what this meant except something was changing. I wasn't prepared when he began erupting. He hit me in the face, some on my chest, my face, and even in my mouth. This got real messy real fast. Some ran down my chin like drool or down his shaft and over my fingers. When he finished shooting I pumped the shaft with my hand. I wiped the tip off with my fingers and then sucked them clean. It didn't taste bad, it was kind of creamy. He reached down and pulled me up to him. He had me under the arms and held me so he looked up, straight into my face. I had tears in my eyes, but so did he. I had just given my first solo blow job. His juice ran down my face. The smile said he enjoyed what I did. He wiped one side off with his finger and put it in my mouth; then the other side and put the finger in his mouth. He laid me on his chest with my head on his shoulder. I told him, "We made a mess." I could feel his chest bounce when he laughed. "Boy, do you know what the most beautiful thing God put on this earth is?" he asked lovingly. "No." I said softly. "A naked twelve year old boy. My special naked twelve year old boy." "Love you, Uncle Ray." He just squeezed me and held me for a few minutes. After waiting what I thought to be an appropriate amount of time, I shocked him. "Can we have pizza for supper?" He just started laughing. *** The pizza was a little early for us, but that was intentional. This was Saturday night and I planned on reminding Uncle Ray what he said he would do. We took our time enjoying the pizza and watching part of the late afternoon football game. When we finished it was an easy and quick cleanup. We settled down on the sofa to let everything digest. We sat there for a little while. I could see him glancing down at me occasionally. He finally asked me what he wanted to know. "You want to tell me what's on your mind?" "What are you talkin' about?" I responded innocently. "Kid, don't play innocent with me. This is me, remember? I can tell when you're up to something. You're being too good and too quiet." He sounded like he was laughing to himself when he said this. "Uncle Ray, you have no faith in me." "Yes I do. Just enough to let me know you're up to something." He put an arm around me and pulled me in close as he said this. "Uncle Ray, it's Saturday. Are you going to keep your promise to me?" He ran his fingers through my hair a couple of times, I could tell he was thinking. Then he asked me a simple question, "Have I ever broken a promise I made to you?" End Chapter Twenty-Nine To Be Continued; comments welcome, contact Dwight Wilson at adm2780@yahoo.com NOTE: Holiday commitments require that I be away from my computer for a few days. The next chapter will not be posted until Jan 6th. Happy New Year to all and thank you for all of your comments.