Date: Fri, 12 Jan 2007 19:14:35 -0800 (PST) From: adm2780 Subject: Brads Idol Ch Thirty-One 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 for his time and efforts proof reading and editing the chapters. Greg's assistance contributes substantially to a more enjoyable story. Chapter Thirty-One: Brad's Idol "Brad? Are you mad at me?" Larry asked in his typical whiney voice. "Larry, what are you talking about?" was my irritated response. "You haven't said hardly anything to me since you got back this afternoon." Larry continued with his whiney, high-pitched voice. "Well, it's not because I'm mad at you," I answered. "I've just got a lot on my mind, that's all." "Like what?" Larry wasn't going to back off. He was going to keep pushing until I told him what I was thinking. "Okay, okay ^Å like you, that's what. Uncle Ray said I needed to help you?" "Help me? Help me how? What for?" he asked. "Help you avoid getting your butt kicked about three or four times a week. That's what for." I sounded like I was royally pissed off. I really wasn't, at least not with Larry. Truth was, I didn't know why I was pissed off; I just was. I had a good weekend with Uncle Ray. He didn't take my cherry, but in a way I was glad. The more I thought about it the more I felt like if he did pop my cherry, then I'd be puttin' myself in the same position as Larry. I couldn't handle that. I didn't need to let somebody stick me to feel wanted and loved. I just needed to get to Uncle Ray and he took it from there. However, he did tell me I had to do something about Larry. "Lar, I'm not pissed with you, promise." I tried to use a 'not mad' tone of voice. "Listen, maybe it's just better if I say it in plain language. You act like a sissy. Truth is, you are a sissy. The way you walk and swing your butt is an open invitation for everyone behind you to kick your butt, or take your butt, or both. Now, do you want every horny guy in school satisfying himself with your butt? You know, kinda like 'wham, bam, thank you boy, tough shit if you didn't like it'?" "Nooooo ^Å you know I don't want that," he whined. "Another thing, stop whining. Three year olds do that. Speakin' of three year olds, we got to do somethin' about your body." "What about my body?" "That's what I said, 'what body'? Lar, John's little step-brother is half your age and has bigger pecs than you. You like sleepin' with me, right?" "Yeah, you know I do. I like ta be naked and spoon with you." "Well, if you want to keep doin' that, then every night this week I want to see you do six pushups and fifteen ab crunches." "Why?" "That's how you are going to start developing your body and looking more like a boy instead of a girl not ready for a training bra. Now, it's time for bed, better get started." He just sat there looking at me. "Okay, have it your way. You stay in your bed and spoon with your pillow. When you change your mind, let me know." I turned off my light and rolled on my side with my back to him. I hoped this worked because I didn't have a backup plan. If this didn't work I'd have to call Uncle Ray for help. "One ^Å Twwooo ^Å Thrrrreeeee ^Å^Å. Fooouuurrr ^Å^Å.. Fiiiiii ^Å" "Rest for a minute, Lar. Nobody said you had to do all of 'em at once, just do 'em. Stop and take a breath, then finish." "Fiiiiiiive ^Å^Å.. Siiiiiixx. Brad, you're trying to kill me." :No, Lar, I'm trying to save your ass, and maybe mine, too." "Why yours?" "Suppose we're at school and somebody decides they want to beat up on the sissy gay boy; that's you. If I'm there, what am I supposed to do, act like I don't know you? If it's a big kid, odds are he'll come after my butt, too." "You mean you'd stand up for me?" "Shhhh! Don't say it so loud. Somebody might hear you. Now, what about the crunches?" "What's a crunch?" "Don't you have PE in school?" "No. I go work in the office during PE." "Well, two things. First, don't volunteer for the office. Get outside and do something with your body. You look like a walking ghost. A little sun would help a lot. Second, you just explained a lot. You have to exercise to build muscle. A crunch is like a sit up 'cept you don't stretch your legs out. Pull your legs up so your feet are flat on the floor. Clasp your fingers together behind your head. Leave the elbows pointed to the side. Now, do a sit up touching your right elbow to your left knee, but don't pull the elbow around, keep it pointed out. Ten of 'em, let's start." By the time Larry got to the tenth crunch you'd think he was dying. He kept telling me how mean I was being to him. I kept telling him he didn't have to do this, but he knew he did if he wanted to sleep in my bed. After number seven he had to rest a couple of minutes and each crunch took longer to complete, but he got there. This was going to be a real challenge. I held his feet in place while he crunched, then I got in bed. He stood and just looked at me, trying to catch his breath. I looked at him, then moved over. "Come on, you can jump in," I told him. You should have seen the smile. I was lying on my right side with my back to the wall. He tried crawling over, but I stopped him. He lay down with his back to me and then moved back till he was spooned against me. I put an arm over his chest and thought he was going to start purring. When he started wiggling his butt I popped him on the cheek and told him to be still. Feeling his warmth was bothering me enough; he didn't need to make things, actually me, hard. *** "Uncle Ray? I need some help. When are you comin' to visit?" "Brad, I hadn't planned on coming down there. What do you need help with? Have you asked your dad?" "I can't ask Dad about this," I replied in an incredulous tone. He should know that. "This is about Larry. I been doin' what you said. I got 'im doin' six pushups and ten crunches every night." "How do you get him to do them?" "He likes to sleep with me. He likes for me to spoon him. Remember I said we fooled around some, but nobody knows it, okay?" "I'm not saying anything to anybody. That's your business so long as neither of you is getting hurt. If he's been doing those exercises for the past two weeks, it should be easier for him now. If it has gotten easier, have him do a set in the morning and a set in the evening. Or, increase the number of pushups and crunches in the evening." "Uncle Ray, that's not what I need help for, I figured that part out already. You know that big clock Aunt Charlotte has in the front hall? You know, the one with the pendulum swinging in it? Well, that's what Larry does with his butt when he walks, it swings like that pendulum thing. That's the problem I need help with." He didn't answer me right away because he was laughing so hard. I didn't see what was so funny. "Brad, you are a trip, boy. Okay, what he's doing is walking and letting his legs swing from the waist. When a boy walks he should let the leg swing from the hip joint. This will be a challenge. Try walking behind him and hold his butt straight for him. Also, tell him to take shorter steps. It'll be a challenge, but you can handle it. Brad, I'm proud of you for taking the time to help your step-brother. I knew my boy had it in him." "Thanks. Uncle Ray? When do I get to see you again?" "I'm not sure. Your dad and I have been talking. Your grandmother would like to have you visit with her and your aunt for the Thanksgiving weekend and that's weekend after next. The next time you're off from school is Christmas holidays." "That sucks. I liked it better when we was at university. All I had to do then was catch a bus for the weekend, we didn't have to wait for school holidays." "I know kiddo. I liked it better then too, but we have to go with the flow and move on. You'll be spending a few days at Christmas time with your grandmother and aunt. Right now we're guessing before Christmas since your grandmother will be busy at the club with New Year's parties. The rest we'll have to play by ear. You know what you need to do to help things, right?" "Yeah, get good grades. Seems like a waste though if I don't get to see you." "Keep the faith, kid. Remember one thing, though. You're still my boy and I love you." "Love you too, Uncle Ray. Bye." When I hung up I was back to feeling a little depressed. I always did when I talked to Uncle Ray. It wasn't the talk that made me depressed, it was the not knowing when I could see him again. Ever since we moved to Ft. Pierce, it seemed everything was just all messed up. In the middle of my depression, just when I was getting a good 'feeling sorry for me' going, Larry came bouncing in. "Hey Brad, guess what?" I just looked at him. "After Christmas I'm not working in the office no more. I saw coach and he said I could do the same as the other boys." Larry was really pleased with himself. I almost gave a smart answer, then realized this was a big thing for him and he wasn't the one that was making me feel bad. "Good goin' little bro. You're makin' progress. Now, I got somethin' for you, too." "What?" he asked warily and probably with reason. "I just talked to Uncle Ray. He said you need to do a set of pushups and crunches in the mornin' and in the evenin'. Or, you can just do more at night. He also told me how to help you do somethin' else that'll make you act more like a boy." "Am I gonna like this? I don't so far." "Relax, will ya? Listen, Lar, the way you walk you are either tellin' the guy behind you that ya want him to jump your bones or that you're a girl. If you're sayin' you're a girl, he's gonna want ta jump your bones anyway. "Member how we laughed at those guys in the Olympics that was doin' that twenty-five mile walkin' race? The way their butts moved from side to side when they walked? That's what you look like when you walk. Uncle Ray told me what to do ta help you stop that." 'What'd he tell ya?" "He said when you walk you let your leg swing from your waist. It's supposed ta swing from your hip. He said I should walk behind you and hold your butt so it won't swing and tell you to take shorter steps." "Sounds dumb to me. But, I'll try it. You holdin' my butt could get interestin'." We started walking and I thought what Larry said was true; this did seem kind of dumb. What was worse was he enjoyed me holdin' his butt. Uncle Ray said do it, so I did. He decided to act cute and really started swinging his butt. I told him to quit and when he didn't, I popped him a good one on the butt. He squealed and just did it more. I told him if he didn't stop I'd turn him over my knee and let him have it. I nearly fell over at his response. "Promises, promises," He said. This kid was sick. Not paying attention to where he was walking (where could he go in the house?) I was surprised to see we were in the bathroom. What tipped me off was when he turned the shower on. I stood up and just looked at him. He turned and looked at me, smiling. "Game time!" He said. "What are you talking about?" "It's game time. We're gonna play the slave game. Since you been makin' me do those exercises and change the way I walk, you're the master. I'm the slave." "You're fuckin' nuts!" I told him. "Yes master," He answered. With me just standin' there starin' at him he reached over and started unbuttoning my shirt. "Lar, what do you think you're doin'? Stop undressin' me." I told him as I pushed his hands away. "Oh master, please forgive this unworthy slave. I forgot you want me to get naked first. I deserve to be punished, sir." He stripped down stark naked faster than you could think about it. One thing that helped was he was goin' commando. That's something I taught him and it may have been a mistake. As soon as he was naked, he dropped to his knees and begged my forgiveness for his stupidity again. He looked at my feet and reached up, unfastening my jeans. I grabbed his hands to stop him. "Lar, suppose somebody comes in. What are ya goin' to tell 'em?" "Master, your parents are working and will not be home till late. Your honorable, or not so honorable, step-sister is at cheerleader practice and will not be home till late. We have at least two or three hours before anyone comes home. Master, this unworthy slave wants only to give his great master a bath worthy of a prince." He looked up and gave one of those mischievous smiles while he said this. There was no doubt he was losing it, totally. "If you're doin' this so I'll tell you I like you, you can stop now." "Does that mean that master loves this unworthy slave?" "No, it does not! Lar, I don't love you like you'd love a lover or a girl friend. I accept you for who you are, no matter how weird you act sometimes. I been tryin' to help you and you don't need to do this." "Brad?" His expression was now almost pleading. "I know you've been tryin' to help. I just wanted to have some fun and let you know I appreciate what you're tryin' to do, that's all." I though he was going to start crying at this point. "Can't we just have some fun and not make a big deal out of it?" I thought about it and then figured I was as worthy as any prince, so I figured why not and let him go. When I told Uncle Ray about this one, I knew he'd think it was as crazy as I did. It should be interesting too. When he had me naked he even reached down and carefully pulled the royal wand away from the princely twins. I took a regal step into the shower, positioning myself under the cascading waters. "Slave, the water is too cool. You know what this means, you will be punished." "Oh, thank you master, for making me a better slave." It was all I could do to avoid laughing. This kid was really into this. I just hoped he didn't think I was really going to punish him. I'd had experiences with a belt for punishment, and there wasn't anything fun or erotic about it. I just stood there with my head tilted up and my eyes closed while he stood behind me. He reached around and soaped up my chest, then my stomach and moved down my thighs. He deliberately avoided the royal package. I felt him kneel down and wash my legs. Uncle Ray had done this for me, but it was different. With Uncle Ray, I stood there or melted into him feeling his warmth and gentle security. With Larry, somebody was washing me. Don't get me wrong, it still felt good, but not like Uncle Ray. Larry moved his soapy hands up the back of my thighs and entered the valley of darkness. When I felt him there, I immediately tensed up. When Uncle Ray did it, I relaxed and enjoyed it. Larry stood again and washed my face. I could feel the water coming from his cupped hands to rinse the soap away from my eyes. Again, he stood against me. This time I could tell he had full wood and I made sure I closed all but the outer edge of the valley. His hands came around my hips and followed the ridge inside my crotch. He rolled my sac from side to side; I sprang more wood. The water ran down my front, but I could tell he was cupping and pouring water over my pecs. I was sure he made a point to let his forearm rub my nips while he did all this. Soon, he took me by the shoulders and guided me through a turn so I faced him. He dropped to his knees and kissed the royal wand. It felt great. His lips worked their magic and had the desired effect. Soon the wand was engulfed in a warm, but moist, sheath. The twins also received attention. Being young and in the early throws of puberty, it wasn't long before I slipped over the edge. After catching my breath and coming back to earth I told my slave to turn around. He acknowledged his master and stated he was prepared to take his punishment. I popped him real hard on the butt, leaving a hand print, and told him to stand still. Then I soaped up my hands and rubbed him down fast and hard. The harder I rubbed the louder he moaned. When I grabbed his package and gave him a rough massage, the kid had a dry orgasm. When I cleaned his back and ran my hand down his crack pushing at his hole with my fingers I thought he was going to pass out. I enjoyed gentle attention; this kid enjoyed rough attention. He was nuts. When I finished cleaning him and knew he had more than one orgasm, even though they were still dry, I popped his butt again told him the game was over. We needed to get dressed and out before someone came home. When we dressed and kind of dried our hair we looked at one another, smirking and silently acknowledging a connection we had made. To me, the game with Larry was primarily, if not totally, physical. With Uncle Ray, the physical part was a distant second. Playing the slave game became something Larry and I did once in a while, just when we felt like it. If it had been up to Larry it would have been every day. Since I was the master, the game got played only every couple of weeks, if that much. There was something about the game that bothered me. I wasn't comfortable with it. Sometimes when we played I liked the physical feelings, but somehow always ended up feeling like there was an empty spot. That doesn't mean we were totally innocent every night. After all, I was almost twelve and a half and well into the mysteries of puberty. Larry was allowed to sleep with me so long as he did his exercises and followed the rules for walking, talking and getting some kind of tan. When he slept with me he was spooned to my front with my arm over his chest. He knew my dick was pressed against his butt and enjoyed teasing me. I didn't fuck him, but we did rub to climax and enjoyed oral stimulation. I will admit to fingering him and playing with his prostate, trying to emulate what Uncle Ray did for me. However, I never did fully understand how he could get a thrill out of me slapping his butt hard enough to feel heat and it turn red. Like I said, he was a little nuts sometimes. *** Thanksgiving came without much fanfare. We had the usual dinner and I knew I was headed to my grandma and aunt. Since grandma worked at the private club, they were serving dinner that day, so she had to work. She had a job that had something to do with arranging dinners and sometimes entertainment for large groups. My aunt worked for Burdine's and was off. Dad used to laugh and say my aunt just endorsed her check over every payday to cover all the clothes and things she bought for us while he was at university. I was naïve enough to believe him. Larry and Laura were supposed to visit with their father that holiday weekend. Since he lived in Miami and went past my grandma's, I was to ride with them. This was something new. However, I did learn something interesting. All those sissy traits we were trying to get Larry away from, his dad did the same thing, but worse. He picked us up that night. Larry and I sat in the back seat and he could see me watching his dad. I was going into shock with the sweet voice and limp wrists. I think I figured out why they got divorced at that point. If my dad was the kind of man Kathy liked, well, there's no way two people could be any different than Larry's dad and my dad. The ride down was uneventful. The only thing that happened was when Larry unzipped his overnight bag. His dad asked him something about did he pack pajamas, toothbrush and all that stuff. Larry told his dad he didn't sleep in pajamas any more. I looked over at him real fast, hoping he had better sense than to tell him he slept naked. He told his dad he had sleeping shorts he used. I knew better and gave him my 'what are you talking about' look. He showed me the jogging shorts with the special cuts. I covered my mouth to keep from laughing. Working for Burdine's meant my aunt got to work on Black Friday, the day after Thanksgiving. While she worked, grandma took me Christmas shopping. Normally, she would be working this weekend but made arrangements to be off and have time with me. When we got to the mall it was crazy. I told grandma they needed to change the name to Nutso Friday. Do you remember being a kid and trying to shop for a gift for your dad? It's a pain, a real pain. Every-where we went the people in the stores wanted to keep suggesting a shirt and tie or socks. Dad could get his own shirt and tie or socks, underwear too. I wanted something different. We probably went in almost every store in that mall. Finally, I just happened to be looking around and spotted something in the window of the book-store. There sat the perfect gift. The gift I got him was a book titled Lawyers and Other Reptiles by Jess M. Brallier. I opened the book to page one, a section titled "The Bliss Of Childhood". The title said this was the perfect gift for my lawyer dad. The passage that got me was: "^Ålawyers weren't in my life, not the way that kind and helpful grown-ups like doctors, teachers, police officers, and barbers were. You see, a kid can look, listen, and understand what these normal grown-ups do. But a lawyer? ^Ö nah!" Another section said something about saying the word "lawyer" in a dreadful tone, like you'd say "taxes", "bills", or "IRS". This book was perfect for my dad. He was a lawyer and I know I didn't understand him and was pretty sure he didn't understand me. (Brallier, Jess M.; Lawyers And Other Reptiles; Contemporary Books, Chicago, Ill., 1992, p1-3.) After making my great discovery, grandma took me to a movie. After the movie we waited on my aunt to get off, planning to go out to dinner. When my aunt showed up, she was all for going out so long as it was someplace far away from the mall and the crazy crowd. The weekend passed quickly, but I did find out the plan was for me to be back at grandma's the week before Christmas. I kept after Larry to do the pushups and crunches every day. Actually, you could look at him and tell it was doing some good. After a lot of pushing I got him outside without a shirt so he could start tanning. He'd go out wearing those special-cut jogging shorts I gave him. When you looked at him naked, he definitely developed some interesting tan lines. Walking was a challenge, but he was doing better. The limp wrist part was easier, I just told him to stick his hand in his pocket and leave it there. I had to stay after him at first, but as time went by he did better on his own. He told me he found fun things to do with his hands in his pocket - I didn't ask. Don't misunderstand me, Larry wasn't turning into Mr. Macho, but at least he wasn't everybody's sweetheart, either. The closer we got to Christmas, the stranger things got around our house. Normally, Larry and Laura stayed with their dad the week after Christmas. I went off that same week. This time, they were going to see their dad the week before Christmas and come home Christmas Eve. I was to go to grandma's the week before and they would bring me back early Christmas day or Christmas Eve. No one was saying anything about the week after Christmas. Why? I'd been around long enough to know something was up, but what? The person that would know and would tell me, of course, was Uncle Ray. One afternoon, when no one was around, I called him. "Uncle Ray? What's goin' on?" "Well, I'm working at the moment. What are you up to, kiddo?" "That's not what I mean and you know it. Somethin's goin' on. I'm supposed ta go to grandma's the week before Christmas. Normally the next week I'm with you. No ones tellin' me anything." "Have you talked with your dad?" "Yeah, and he says plans aren't set yet. What kinda plans?" "I'm not sure I know what he's talkin' about, son. Maybe you need to sit down and talk with him." "Uncle Ray, you're hidin' somethin' from me and I know it. Don't I get to see you? I need to see you." "We'll probably get at least a couple of days, but we're still workin' on it. Just have faith, son, and let me work on it, okay? Trust me." "Alright, but, Uncle Ray, I want to come there, not you here. You know what I'm sayin'?" "I know what you're saying. Like I said, just trust me, okay?" "Alright, I will. But I still think you know somethin' you're not tellin' me." As soon as school was out, I was off to grandma's. Usually at this time of year they both worked. Grandma let me know she had arranged to take a couple of days off and so had my aunt, just different days so someone would be home with me all the time. I told them I was big enough to stay by myself, but they wanted to be there. Grandma was all smiles and did her usual holiday cookie baking. She wanted me to sit in the kitchen with her while she baked. What do you do? "Brad, come in here and tell me what my favorite grandson has been up to." Favorite grandson? I was her only grandson and there's no way I was goin' to tell her everything I'd been up to. That'd be a death wish. End Ch Thirty-One To Be Continued: comments welcome, contact Dwight Wilson at adm2780@yahoo.com.