Date: Thu, 18 Jan 2007 14:49:38 -0800 (PST)
From: adm2780 <adm2780@yahoo.com>
Subject: Brad's Idol   Chapter Thirty-Two

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Chapter Thirty-Two: Brad's Idol


This year was one of those unusual Christmas vacation breaks where we had
more time off after Christmas, than before.  Christmas fell on a Thursday
and we were in school through Friday of the previous week.  Grandma took a
couple of days off, and so did my aunt so someone would be with me all the
time.  I figured the few days we had would be spent just hanging around and
maybe putting up some decorations.  The club where grandma worked saved me.

Grandma had Tuesday and Wednesday off.  Since my aunt worked in retail at a
department store, there was no way she could get off the last two shopping
days before Santa was to arrive.  The club called grandma Tuesday
afternoon.  It seems there was a big party going and a couple of the people
scheduled to work wouldn't be showing.  Usually no sweat, except there was
the problem of me.  A quick trip to Burdine's was in order.

At twelve you can get away with not being too dressy, but jeans don't cut
it either.  We decided khaki Docker's, brown loafers and belt, a dark green
shirt (remember the season) and a tie would work.  Grandma picked out a
clip-on tie.  I had to explain to her that clip- ons were for babies.  She
wasn't convinced till I showed her I knew how to do a Windsor knot.  How'd
I know?  Uncle Ray, of course.  I picked out a nice tan tie to match the
pants.  Grandma thought I should wear a 'seasonal' tie.  Why do grandmas
think the most embarrassing ties are the cutest?  There was no way I was
going to wear a tan tie with teddy bears wrapped in garland or with
Rudolph.  We finally settled on a tie with trees, snowmen and kids on a
sleigh.  I was ready to be employed, but I doubt I'd get paid and really
didn't care.

Working at the club with my grandma was a good excuse to call Uncle Ray.  I
really didn't need an excuse; grandma always let me call long distance
whenever I wanted to.  Now, I just wanted to; I had something on my mind.

"Uncle Ray?  It's me."

"Me who?  Do I^Å."

"Now, don't do that.  Every time I call to surprise you, you answer like
that.  It's me, that's who, you know ^Ö your boy."

"Well, give me a hint.  Which boy?"

"The ONLY 'your boy'."  He was laughing to himself on the other end, but
that last one wasn't funny.  "How many boys do you think you have?"

"Me?  Just one real boy.  Name's Brad; that you?" He figured this was hi
bailout from me being mad with him.

"You know it's me or you wouldn't be doin' that.  Guess what?"

"Wait a minute.  I just had to guess which boy.  How many guessing games
are we gonna play on this call? "  He was having a real good time.

"You're havin' a good time aren't ya?  Just for that, all I'm gonna tell ya
is I'm goin' somewhere special tonight and I'm not tellin'.  Gonna see
somebody special, too."

"Oh, really.  Not gonna tell, eh?  Well, I guess I'll just have to not tell
you about your special Christmas surprise we set up for you then.  How's
that?"

"What surprise, Uncle Ray?  I'm just goin' to the club ta work with grandma
tonight.  They called her in special.  We just got back from getting' me
some dress clothes.  That's all I'm doin'.  Now, what's the surprise?"

"Brad, I love ya, kiddo.  If I tell you the surprise, it won't be a
surprise, now will it?  But I do appreciate you telling me what the
'somewhere special' is.  I'm sure your grandmother will enjoy you being
with her."

"Wait! That's not fair.  I told you where I was goin', now you got to tell
me about the surprise."

"No, I don't got to tell you anything.  I will tell you this, though.
Early tomorrow morning you will get a Fed-Ex package at your grandmother's.
I'm assuming you don't have anything for Larry yet for Christmas; I know
Kathy normally does that shopping for you."  Yeah, clothes, I told
him. "Well, when the package comes I want you to open it and pull out the
sealed envelope.  Do not open that.  Put Larry's name on it and put it on
the tree for him.  Then be patient and don't ask me questions; I'm not
telling."

"See!  I told ya!  Somethin's up and you knew about it.  Am I comin' ta see
you after Christmas?  When?  For how long?"

"Brad?  Go enjoy your evening at the club and if I don't talk to you again
before then, Merry Christmas."

Grandma wouldn't say anything either.

***

The club where grandma worked was considered to be one of 'the clubs' in
the area to belong to.  It was one of the oldest and most luxurious ^Ö that
translates, as Uncle Ray told me, to one of the most expensive to belong
to.  It was a true yacht club and I won't even begin to tell you about some
of the boats.  Words couldn't do them justice.  After grandma locked away
her pocketbook we toured the dining area and ball-room.  This was supposed
to be a big dinner party one of the big law firms threw each year for it's
personnel (we were beyond 'employees') and their families.  It was a
dress-up affair.

The dining room was one of those places with lots of shiny dark wood with
just the right amount of brass trim.  Spotlighted portraits hung on the
wall.  Your feet sank into the thick carpet - I think you get the idea.
Tables were setup to handle six to ten people.  Each table had seasonal
decorations and, of course, there was the seasonal china.  Dinner was
served at the table.  Dessert was buffet style.  After dinner, the party
was to move to the ball-room for music, drinks and dancing.  The party
would last till midnight.  I would last till I dropped.

Grandma arranged and supervised these affairs.  She gave me the job of
standing by the dessert buffet and helping anyone who needed help carrying
desserts to their table.  I thought this was a nice way of saying 'stand
here and stay out of the way'.  Truth is, you wouldn't believe how many
people came up and tried to carry back several desserts.  I was porter and
server.  Before all this started I ate some of their dinner for my dinner.
The chef was great.  During dessert time, I sampled my fair share.

In the ball room, everyone gathered in groups and just talked while sipping
whatever and the band played to an empty floor.  There were some kids my
age at the dinner and they did just like the adults.  At first, I stayed in
the kitchen area, but got curious.  As I stood around watching a couple of
them came over and started talking.  Well, kids being kids, before long I
was part of the party.  We just stood around making fun of the 'old fogey'
music and talking dumb twelve-year-old kind of stuff.  One of the kids was
a girl named Angelica.  I thought she was cute, but there's no way you say
anything in front of the guys.

Angelica kept looking at me and I kept sneaking peaks at her.  She was
cute.  Maybe part of it was the she was dressed or the way her hair was
done.  It was all kind of fancy and the hair wasn't like you'd normally
wear to school.  At least I'd never seen any girls at school with that kind
of hairdo.  I kept looking at her eyes.  Uncle Ray always said they were
the window or doorway to your soul and showed what kind of person you
really were.  Her eyes were a dark grey-green color, and sparkled.  When
she smiled ^Ö wow!

She kept moving over till she was standing next to me.  Sometimes our arms
would rub together and I got goose bumps.  Thing is, I wasn't sure what to
say to her.  Most girls don't know much about football and stuff like that;
stuff that boys like.  As I stood next to her I thought back to the times I
went to the club with Aunt Charlotte or Uncle Ray.  I could handle this and
decided to go for it.  When I asked her to dance, if the other guys had
been wearing dentures, they would've fallen out.

Uncle Ray had taught me how to do a simple two-step slow dance.  I was good
enough that I didn't look like a mechanical doll rocking back and forth.  I
could move around a little and not break her toes.  It was obvious when her
parents came up next to us, I was ready to hide then, but her father just
nodded like it was okay and her mother smiled.  We walked out on the dock a
little, being careful not to get too far away from the party.  Neither one
of us wanted to get into trouble by going to far off.  We stayed within ear
shot.  For the rest of the party we pretty much stayed together till her
parents said it was time to go.  When she left, she gave me a little peck
on the cheek, right in front of her mother.  I think I blushed ten shades
of whatever.

*** Christmas morning we got up early, packed the car and headed to
Ft. Pierce.  It wasn't far up the road and we knew probably only Larry
would be up early.  I was tired and managed to find room on the back seat
to go back to sleep.  I was old enough to know there wasn't a fat man that
came down the chimney or had a magic pass key to come through the front
door.  That didn't mean I couldn't get excited about Christmas.

The Fed-Ex package came and I did what Uncle Ray said.  That envelope was
part of the reason I didn't sleep much Christmas Eve.  I wanted to know
what was in it and no one would talk.  When we got to my house I put the
envelope in the tree like I was told.  When I did, I saw two more just like
it; one with my name, one with Laura.  Okay, something was definitely up.

When it was time to open presents, I wanted the envelope.  It was just like
the one he sent down to me at grandma's so I knew it was from him.  Dad and
Kathy said the envelopes were last.  They got one too, but had already
opened theirs since Uncle Ray said to.  The presents were the usual, some
neat toys and lots of clothes.  Then the envelopes came out.  We had to
open them at the same time.  We did, read them and looked at one another.
Laura seemed happier than anyone.  Larry looked puzzled, and don't know
what I looked like.  I felt kind of hung out in nowhere land.

Laura's envelope said she would be spending the rest of the holiday
vacation with her favorite aunt.  They were going somewhere to celebrate
New Years.

Mine said, "Good things come to those who are patient ^Ö see you tomorrow
night.  Love Uncle Ray.  PS: Larry's coming with you as a reward for doing
well with his exercises.  You helped arrange another surprise for him up
here."  I had no idea what he was talking about.  Worse, I didn't want
Larry there.  How could Uncle Ray and I play?  I wasn't overly thrilled,
but didn't see where I had much choice.  How could Uncle Ray do this to me?
Larry and I gave Kathy and Dad our 'what's goin' on?' look.

"Okay," Dad began, "guess we better explain.  You know Kathy and I had an
envelope too.  Ray gave us a nine-day Caribbean cruise.  We leave Saturday.
It was kind of a graduation, wedding and whatever type of present from him
to us.  Law practice is slow until after the first of the year and Kathy
will be swamped with tax work after the first.  The only time for us to go
on a cruise right now, is now.  Laura, do you understand where you're
headed and is that okay?"

"Yeah, and no problems here." She answered.

"Boys, I know you read your notes and we can tell you don't understand.
All we can tell you is that tomorrow we'll meet Ray in Daytona around 1:00.
Brad, it's the usual setup you're accustomed to when you go visit.  Ray
will have to tell you the rest of your surprise then.  Don't ask any more
'cause we aren't saying anything except you'll enjoy it."

Can you imagine how screwed up Larry and I were the rest of the day?  Dad
and Kathy thought it was funny.  Larry and I went to bed.  I was so screwed
up I didn't make him do his exercises and he spooned me anyway.  He wanted
to play and I didn't.  That's really being screwed up for a twelve year old
in puberty.

***

We got to the restaurant about 12:45; Uncle Ray's car was already there.
When we went in and found Uncle Ray, he was sitting at a big round table.
This seemed odd for just four people.  When we reached the table dad put a
hand on our shoulders like we were supposed to stop.  I had pictured it in
my head that when I saw him I'd take a running start and jump to give him a
hug.  None of this seemed to be goin' like I imagined.  We did the hellos
and Uncle Ray looked under the table.  "Better get out from under there,
kid."  This kid crawled out from under the table.

"BEN!!!" Larry screamed, and I do mean screamed out to the whole place.  I
was dumbfounded.  Dad and Uncle Ray were laughing.  I wondered how he got
here; I thought he was gone forever.  It's not that I didn't like him; I
didn't know him well. I just thought he and his family had moved away.
When we were able to pry Larry off Ben and sit down, Uncle Ray explained.

"Larry, your surprise, as you've probably guessed, is to spend the rest of
the holiday vacation with Ben.  Brad told me the two of you were good
friends.  Based on information Brad gave me, his dad and I were able to
track Ben's family and locate them.  They live about thirty minutes from
me.  When we leave here, the two of you will stay with Brad and me this
weekend.  Ben's mom will pick the two of you up Sunday night and you'll
stay there next week."

Larry was so happy he was giddy.  He was so giddy he was reverting to
acting like a girl until I punched him in the ribs and told him to settle
down.  I liked the idea that Ben's mom was picking them up Sunday night,
but this was just Friday afternoon.  That meant I had to wait a long time
before I could get naked and curl up in his lap.  Ever since I found out
about coming up here I'd thought about him holding me.  I thought about
some sex, but mainly I wanted him to hold me.  Except for Larry, it didn't
happen at home.  I wasn't happy and felt guilty all at one time.

We had our usual lunch, except this time Ben and Larry kept a constant
mumble going as background noise.  Dad and Uncle Ray talked on and on about
adult stuff.  My lunch was getting painfully long.  I wanted to get out of
there and find out what was happening.  Finally, somehow, somebody decided
it was time to go.  I don't think Larry and Ben missed a word while they
walked out to the car.

When we got on the highway, nothing changed.  Larry and Ben sat in the
back, yakkin' away.  Every once in a while you could hear Larry come out
with that silly giggle I thought I'd broken him from.  I slid over close to
Uncle Ray and he had an arm around my shoulder.  With the two in the back
seat there wasn't any way I could ask him anything.  He must have sensed my
frustration because he squeezed me and told me to be patient.

Every once in a while we could hear funny laughter come from the back seat.
Uncle Ray could look in the mirror, which he did, to see what was
happening.  A little over halfway home the sounds really got funny. I
turned my head to see what was going on and I'd swear Larry had his hand in
Ben's pants and Ben was doing the same to Larry.  When I tried shifting
around to make sure I was seeing what I thought I was seeing, Uncle Ray put
his hand on my head and pushed it forward again.  I looked up at him to see
what he was doing.

"Some things you don't need to know about.  Best you mind your own business
right now," he told me.

"Uncle Ray," I whispered, "you know what they're doin?"

"I can see some in the mirror and I wasn't born yesterday.  I can make a
good guess, but sometimes, it's better to stay ignorant as long as nobody's
bein' hurt.  They're not doin' anything that you haven't thought about or
that they're not gonna do if they were somewhere else.  Turn on the radio."

I turned the radio on and then turned it up loud to try and drown out some
of the noise from the back.  They weren't panting like they were in heat,
but they sure giggled and snickered a lot.  Every once in a while you heard
a moan or one of them took in a quick breath.  What were they doin' to each
other?  I was going nuts with curiosity, but Uncle Ray wouldn't let me turn
around.

I moved closer to him and finally just lay down and put my head in his lap.
He rubbed my back some, which felt good.  If we'd been alone I would have
unfastened my pants and asked him to scratch my butt like he used to.  He
must have read my mind because he did scratch it lightly with his
fingernails over my jeans.  He still sent chills through me and I got goose
bumps.  After a little bit he put his hand on the side of my chest and
rubbed up and down gently.  This is the way it was supposed to be with me
and him - him giving me attention and me opening up and loving it.

It always felt good when he rubbed my back.  He'd rub up and down and then
around.  I liked it when his fingers ran through my hair.  Maybe it messed
up the 'do, but who cared?  It didn't take long before I completely forgot
about the two in the back seat.  I rolled around on my back a little and he
scratched my belly.  His hand settled on my chest and he teased my nips
with his finger tips.

His fingernails rubbing lightly over my nips was like a real slow trip to
heaven.  Somewhere along the way his hand got under my shirt and he pinched
my nips and worked them around good.  My nipples were always real sensitive
and he knew just how to make me squirm.  Without thinking, at some point I
reached down and was rubbing what had to be a painful boner.  I was
squirming and looked up to see him smiling.  Later he told me I made as
much noise purring as the two in the back put together did giggling.  No
way!

When we got to Uncle Ray's, Larry and Ben became bug eyed.  They'd never
seen those big houses in the historical area before.  When we walked in all
we heard was a few expletives that would earn them a mouth washing with
soap.

"Oh shiiit." Ben said. "Look at them fuckin' floors and how high them
ceilin's are.  That a real fireplace?  Damn, what's that in it?"

This kid saw everything and had a comment or question about it all.  I
forgot to tell Uncle Ray that Ben had kind of a dirty mouth.  Kids at
university ignored it, some thought it made them sound big.  I knew Uncle
Ray wouldn't appreciate it, though.  Larry just stood in the room and
gawked at everything.

I answered Ben's questions while Uncle Ray tried to squeeze past them to
get in.  "Yeah, it's a real fireplace and that's a coal burner.  In the old
days they stoked it with coal to last all night.  The cover kept hot ashes
from poppin' out and messin' up the floor.  Wait till you see the tub, it's
like a little swimming pool."

I shouldn't have said anything about the tub.  Immediately, both Ben and
Larry wanted to know where the bathroom was.  I headed to the bedroom to
unpack my bag and got a surprise of my own when I walked past his office
area.

"Uncle Ray, you got a pool table and a Pac-Man machine! Where'd you get
that?" I didn't wait for an answer or him to say it was okay to get to the
machine.  Of course I found out it didn't matter since it wasn't turned on
anyway.

"Whoa, everybody freeze," Uncle Ray called out. "First things first.  Ben
and Larry, take your bags to the guest room, that's where the two of you
sleep.  There's only one bed, so you'll have to figure it out."  The two of
them looked at one another with a 'perfect' expression.  Hope they didn't
think they was foolin' anyone.  "Brad, put your bag away.  Anybody need the
bathroom, do it quick.  Then, everybody to the living room for a pow- wow."

Ben and Larry looked at me and all I could do was shrug my shoulders.  We
did what he said and headed to the living room.  By now I was usually very
comfortable (naked), but decided maybe I shouldn't with the other two still
here.  When we got to the living room Ben and I just stood there waiting
for more instructions.  Larry came bounding in like it was a party.  Uncle
Ray sat on the sofa, and I sat next to him holding on to his arm.  He had
Ben and Larry sit on the coffee table.  If I'd done that he'da popped my
butt.

"Okay, guys, time to talk and set some general rules.  Ben and Larry, you
both understand that Ben's mom will pick you up later Sunday afternoon and
you'll stay at Ben's house, right?"  They nodded. "Good.  Now, let's figure
out how we're going to handle things until then.  I could have set it up
for you to go to Ben's tonight or tomorrow, but I thought the three of you
might enjoy having some fun together, so that's the reason for the time
schedule."

He was right, the three of us could have some fun together, but I didn't
want that to interfere with my time with him, so I had mixed feelings about
all this.  Another thing, my time here was time away from normal rules.  So
long as I used some common sense he let me pretty much do what I wanted.
Of course, what I liked and wanted and did was run naked and cuddle up to
him.  I liked the comfort of being naked, the freedom, and the warmth he
gave me.  Ben and Larry just looked at one another and put on those shit-
eatin' grins that read pure mischief.

"Now, as you can see I've picked up a pool table and the Pac-Man machine.
Pac-Man came from the arcade down at the mall.  You may play with them and
enjoy them so long as you don't get abusive with them.  I get to have these
things because I take care of them and don't want them damaged.  Fair
enough?  Food is in the kitchen; you mess it up you clean it up.  Tonight
we go out to eat.  The rest of the meals we'll prepare ourselves.  Note
that I said 'we' will prepare.  I'm not a butler, got it?"

"Yes, sir," Larry answered, "uhhh ^Åwelll ^Å Uncle Ray, can I ask you
something?"

"You can ask, and I'll probably answer.  Depends on the question.  Go ahead
and give it a shot."

I sat back grinnin' 'cause I knew Uncle Ray was playin' with them now.  He
really didn't care what they asked, but he liked to see them squirm.  I'd
been there, where they were, many times.  I liked seein' somebody else
squirm.

"Well, you know Brad and me talk sometimes.  We kinda tell each other
secrets, the kinda stuff you don't tell parents or a lotta friends.  Know
what I mean?"

"Not really.  What kind of secrets would you tell each other that you don't
want anyone else knowing?"  Uncle Ray was getting on a roll.  Here goes -
Larry was squirming.

"Well," he stuttered, "well, it's kinda like, well, you know ^Å"

"Sorry, can't say I do know.  Want to enlighten me?" Yep, definitely on a
roll.

"Well," Larry tried again, "me and Brad share a room.  You know he's been
makin' me do exercises and teachin' me things to ^Å well, to make me not so
sissy.  He's been teachin' me other stuff too; you should see the shorts he
give me."  Larry was getting excited now.

"Larry, let me guess.  These shorts, would they happen to be what we call
jogging shorts with Brad's 'special cut'?"  Uncle Ray asked.

"So, you've seen 'em?"

"Larry, I bought them and he cut them before he even got them on the first
time.  I know he has some more and I'm guessing there's some in his drawer
now.  So far, I haven't really heard anything that's such a big secret.
Want to try again?"  Uncle Ray was having fun.  Larry wasn't.

Larry looked at me, then Uncle Ray and took a deep breath.  "Well, how
about we sleep naked?"  Uncle Ray gave him his 'and?' look.  "We sleep
naked together sometimes and I like him to spoon me."  Larry said it so
fast you could hardly understand what he was saying.

"Okay, fellas, I won't tease you.  Larry, it took guts for you to say that;
I'm proud of you.  Of course, I think you knew or had a good idea that I
knew what was going on down there.  I'll admit to all of you that I
probably know a lot more than you think or may really want me to know.  We
won't go into detail."

"Here's the deal.  Ben and I had a long talk driving down to Daytona.  He
knows what happens in this house.  Larry, this is your first time.  The
understanding is simple, what happens or is said here, stays here.  When
you go out these doors, as far as anyone is concerned, you had a great time
with the pool table and Pac-Man machine.  This is my house and I have the
right to walk around and live here in any state of dress or undress that I
choose.  You may choose how you dress here for yourselves."

"Part of what I'm letting the three of you have is a 'boy's free-weekend'.
Now, when I say 'free weekend' what I mean is normal rules don't apply.
Someone starts taking advantage and pushing too far, I'll call it off.  No
one makes any judgment calls on what someone or others do.  Strict rule is
no one is made to do anything against their will and no one gets hurt.
You're here to relax, be with old friends, and enjoy yourselves.  It's only
a few days so we need to drop the bullshit and have fun.  Fair enough?
Again, what is said or done here, absolutely stays here."

"Now, just so I know we all understand, Ben and Larry, I'll tell you that
when you're in the backseat, that doesn't mean no one sees you or what
you're doing.  Remember, the driver has a mirror pointed to the back.  Yes,
I know what you were doing with one another.  Caution, don't play me.  I'm
not stupid.  Now, if we have all that over, how about we enjoy our
weekend?"

I thought Larry was going to jump up and scream with joy.  Ben showed a
shit-eatin' grin.  They both sat there and waited to see what to do next.
I stood up and took my shirt off.  They just watched.  I looked at Uncle
Ray and grinned, then dropped my pants; I was going commando.  They
followed my lead.

We redressed to head out for barbeque.  We were stripping before we got
back in the house after supper.  Three naked boys had fun playing Pac-Man
and pool.  Uncle Ray sat on the sofa reading his paper and watching
television until I walked in.  He crossed his right foot under his left leg
forming my favorite seat.  At first I sat there and then I put a pillow in
his lap and lay across him.  He rubbed my back and scratched my butt for
me, then, after a while, whispered for me to go fill the tub.  I didn't say
anything.  I just did what he said.

This was the part I thought I'd miss out on for another couple of days.
When he got in the tub I found my comfort spot and melted into him.  I
didn't even care what Ben or Larry thought about it.  He palmed water over
me and gave me a bath.  I reached around and squeezed him.  He was hard and
I kept him like that.  Deliberately, we didn't do any more.  When the water
got cool, we added more hot water and stayed there until we started looking
like prunes.  We got out and he wrapped me in a nice thick towel.  We
headed for my favorite spot on the sofa.  Ben and Larry headed to the
bathroom.

I got my long awaited rub down.  As usual, he had me whimpering like a wet
puppy.  I loved feeling his hands on me and letting him massage all my
private parts.  He told me I'd grown some more - I liked that.  He tickled
my crack and I told him to finger me.  He didn't really finger me, but
teased me at the outer lips.

When Larry and Ben got out of the bathroom they were both still dripping.
I felt and heard Uncle Ray exhale in exasperation.  He'd already been
through a lot of that with me and just shook his head this time.  He told
Ben and Larry to sleep well, knowing full well they weren't going to sleep
anytime soon.

"Boys," he said to them, "remember our deal.  One other thing, no locked
doors.  You can close the door part way, but that's it.  If you think you
have to hide, then you probably shouldn't be doing whatever it is you're
doing.  Also, remember to be careful.  Okay?"

"Yes, sir," they responded almost simultaneously, "we're cool."  I don't
think they could believe what was really happening.  They probably thought
it was one of those 'pinch me so I know I'm not dreaming' type things.

He carried me to bed.  We could here Ben and Larry laughing and moaning.
Uncle Ray told me to mind my own business; we didn't have any room to talk.
I lay on him, relaxed and enjoyed running my fingers through his fur.  When
we were in Daytona I thought I wanted him to help me take the edge off,
then spend a lot of time enjoying him.  After the rub down I just wanted to
lay here.  Then, the more I lay there the more I wanted to play, so I
began.

His hair smelled good and I loved tonguing his ear and neck while playing
with his nips.  He must have felt the same because he almost immediately
started playing with my butt.  I worked my way down to his nips and played
some.  He put his big hands on each side of my chest and lifted me up.  I
looked down at him and could only smile.  He pulled me up so he could tease
and nurse on me; I was in heaven.  While he suckled he stretched me out
along his body and we rolled onto our sides.  I put his hard tool between
my legs to keep it warm.  He propped up on his elbow, just looking at me
and smiling while he ran the back of his fingers over my skin.  God, I was
getting so excited.  I just wanted to hold him and have him smother me.

After lots of stroking and moaning we moved to our favorite position, the
mutual sixty- nine.  How long did we play?  Who knows, I just loved it.
Near the end he lifted me up and wrapped his warm, wet mouth around my
throbbing and aching dick.  Moving my hips, he let me know it was time for
some piston action to the end.  At first, I went real slow, I wanted this
to last forever.  When I released my juice, he lapped it up, kissed my
balls, and lay me on my stomach.

I lifted up for him to put a towel under me.  Oiled up, I crossed my legs
to make a tight hole and felt him slip in.  He moved slow and easy, drawing
this out for a long time.  With him on his elbows, the fur on his chest
tickled my back.  I pleaded with him to pound my butt and pound me hard.  I
wanted to fell him wrapped around me while he fucked me.  I let him know I
still wanted to feel him in me - he didn't say anything, but kept pounding
away.  I could accept this for now.

There's nothing like feeling his flesh against my flesh and the warmth he
generated.  He controlled the pace.  I could feel the sweat building up on
our bodies.  The sweat helped create an erotic feeling as we rubbed back
and forth.  When he would get close he stopped and teased my nips and ears.
He'd start up again, pulling me up on his down- strokes.  When he pushed it
too far one time I felt like I was bathed in his juice.  I fingered some up
and put it in my mouth and to his lips.  He wiped me off and pulled me back
to him, giving me a light kiss on the forehead.  He told me how beautiful
and special I was while he wrapped an arm around me, his palm settled over
my cheek.  It was like I remembered.  It was what I wanted.

"Missed you."

Tomorrow, three naked boys would be running totally free around here.  Free
of clothes and free of normal rules; ought to be interesting.

End Chapter Thirty-Two.

To Be Continued: comments welcome, contact Dwight Wilson at
adm2780@yahoo.com