Date: Mon, 29 Jan 2007 15:45:02 -0800 (PST) From: adm2780 Subject: Brad's Idol Chapter Thirty-Four 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-Four: Brad's Idol Sunday morning I woke up when I felt something poking me in the back. When I looked it was Larry. I motioned for him to be quiet and to leave. When he left, I tried moving real easy; I wanted to get up without waking Uncle Ray. After I failed in that effort, he opened his eyes and I whispered to him, "Go back to sleep. It's supposed to be a surprise." Ben and Larry were in the kitchen pulling food out of the refrigerator. Larry did the bacon while I cooked French toast in the electric fry pan. Ben got orange juice for us and set the table. Luckily, Uncle Ray fixed his coffee pot before he went to bed every night. He said fixing the coffee pot in the morning required too much thinking, or at least, more thinking than he could do right after getting up. While we were cooking Larry let out with a loud 'ow' when he grabbed a paper towel soaked in hot bacon grease. We told him to keep it down, no matter how much it hurt. We weren't the neatest cooks in the world, but the mess wasn't too bad. When everything was done and on the table, it was time to attack the beast. I jumped on top of him while Larry bounced on the bed; Ben stood next to the bed. Uncle Ray gave out a loud "careful!", for some reason, when I landed on him. He looked at me and told me that if I wasn't careful the bed and I would be wet. I forgot about that little problem in the mornings. Ben stood to the side and laughed. When Uncle Ray saw Ben just standing there he reached over and, faster than we could think about it, grabbed Ben's dick. He told Ben he had a nice one and when Ben started laughing and tried to back up, Uncle Ray let Ben know he wasn't going anywhere until Uncle Ray decided to let go. Ben got a taste of what I went through when Uncle Ray laid me out on the table the day before. Ben loved it that Uncle Ray would play with him like that. We finally told Uncle Ray we had a surprise for him and he had to get up. He got up and there's one thing I hadn't thought about. Since we'd been foolin' around the night before, he smelled. As a matter of fact, I did too, and it wasn't from sweat caused by working hard. We kind of ignored the aroma, although it did bring out a few snickers during breakfast. When we finished I suggested to Uncle Ray that he go shave and shower. He told me I might want to consider part of that myself. When we had the dishwasher loaded I heard the shower come on and joined him. Ben and Larry followed me. The shower was big enough for Uncle Ray and me, or even all three of us boys. It really wasn't big enough for three boys who liked to grab ass, and a grown man. Uncle Ray bailed on us; said he'd get his coffee and the paper. It was a typical day where three naked boys hung around playing pool, Pac-Man and goofing off. Uncle Ray read his paper and watched football. Ben and I spent more time together than we ever had. He wasn't a bad kid; actually, he was pretty cool. Since he knew about me and Larry foolin' around and, I guess, me and Uncle Ray, there were some things I wanted to talk to him about and guided him to the corner so Uncle Ray didn't hear us. "Ben, you remember what you asked me at the museum yesterday, when I kinda got mad?" "Yeah, but I really didn't mean ta make ya mad. I was just ^Å." "Shhhh! Don't let him hear us. Well, we told ya the truth. He's never fucked me, but it's not 'cause I didn't want him to. He said I was too little and wasn't ready. You've fucked Larry; how'd you get him ready or your brothers get you ready?" Ben covered his mouth to stifle a laugh. "Larry was born ready. The boy's crazy for it. We still had to work him though. I got a trainer plug I brought with me in case Larry needed it; I shoulda known better. Let's go in the bedroom and I'll show ya." When Ben's mom called about picking them up, Uncle Ray told her we usually had dinner around 1:00 or so. They decided she'd come about 3:30 to get them. That's when it sank in that they'd be leavin'. When our visit started, I resented them being here with us; when the time came though, I was sorry they were goin'. We did have some fun together. However, them leaving gave me the time alone I wanted with Uncle Ray. A little after 2:30 Uncle Ray told us to get some clothes on. A few minutes later the door-bell rang. Ben's mom, Donna, was here. She and Uncle Ray talked a few minutes while Larry and Ben gathered their things. I heard him tell her that we'd be back about mid-afternoon on Thursday. For us to be back meant we had to be goin' somewhere. This was the first I'd heard about it. When they left they took the videos we rented. Donna told us to have a good trip and I yelled out to the other two and they yelled back to me. Ben gave me a thumbs-up. Uncle Ray saw it. He just looked at me and shook his head. He needed to understand that kids didn't say good-bye like adults did. Before he finished closing the door and turned around, I was naked again. When he turned around I stepped up on the sofa, climbed up on him and asked him where we were going. "Boy, if you don't learn to keep some clothes on some of the time, we won't be able to go anywhere. Be real interesting to see your face if Donna came back in right about now." "She's not. What'd I need clothes for if we're stayin' here?" "I didn't say we were staying here.' "Then, where're we goin'?" For some reason he took a deep breath before answering. He threw me over his shoulder and carried me back towards the bedroom. "We, my boy, are going to be on a plane early tomorrow morning headed for Washington, D.C. It's either there or we go to the office and work. You'll need some warm clothes, so let's check your suitcase." Well, the short version is, I had to get dressed again and head to the mall for long-johns and a warm-up suit. That night we got my bag ready. Considering I hadn't pulled anything out since I got there, that was easy. Like any self-respecting kid, I insisted on wearing the new warm- up suit to travel. After supper I was laying across his lap. We were watching another ball game. I reached up and gave him a hug and a kiss on the cheek. When he asked me what that was for, I told him it was for having all three of us here. "I didn't think you were too happy about the other two being here." "At first, I wasn't, but then it changed. Ben's cool enough. I thought I'd hafta be, well you know ^Å" "Let me help you. You thought you'd have to keep your clothes on and behave yourself until they left." "Yeah," I smiled and laughed a little. I'd been caught. "But they was okay. We had some fun. You know, Ben thinks you're a good guy; told me I was lucky. Uncle Ray, I'm chilled. I'm gonna get a hot shower." I jumped down and as I headed for the shower, yelled over my shoulder, "I'll be back." He just nodded his head and continued to watch his game. I was lucky he didn't say anything. Usually when I got like this I'd be tryin' to get him to get a bath with me. I had other plans. I went into the guest room and pulled out what Ben left me without Uncle Ray knowing. Soon as the water got warm I grabbed an empty enema bottle that Ben left under the sink. When it was full I filled my butt. I didn't want to wait like you were supposed to; too much time. I did a little dance to slosh the stuff around. I did this three times and thought I looked pretty clean after that. I stood under the shower and put shampoo on my hair; somehow, it felt better when Uncle Ray did it for me. Anyway, soaped up good, I did the exercises Ben told me about. Since we were leavin' town and Uncle Ray would be lookin' in my bag, it was a good thing Ben told me about these exercises. It might not be a good idea to keep Ben's plug where Uncle Ray might find it. I don't know how long I'd been there when the door opened. Uncle Ray stepped in the shower and told me I was lookin' like a prune. He brought me a towel, freshly warmed in the clothes dryer. I wrapped up and headed for the sofa. He'd already set a bigger fire in the fireplace. When he came back, he set something on the table. My cue was when he put a couple of pillows in his lap. I just smiled and lay down, looking up at him. He ran his hand down my body, barely touching me. It gave me goose bumps and made me squirm while I took quick, deep breaths. I closed my eyes when I felt the powder being sprinkled on me. He turned the light out and rubbed me gently. I became his whimpering puppy, enjoying every moment. This was a good weekend and there was a lot more to come. Whenever he pushed or hinted he wanted me to move, I just reacted. He could do anything he wanted with me. I remember him rolling me over and feeling his finger tips travel the length of my back. He did the usual tickling on the back of my thighs and my cheeks. I spread to give him full access to everything I had. Somewhere during all this I fell asleep. I remember waking up in bed cradled between his arm and body. It was early morning and he sounded like he was sawing a stack of wood. I snuggled down in my nest and went back to sleep. *** We landed in DC around noon. There was snow everywhere. We collected luggage and got a cab to the hotel. The driver said they'd had snow the night before and it was a good thing we didn't come in then because they had to close the airport. It was one o'clock before we finished checking in and putting our things away. When Uncle Ray asked what I wanted to do first, I told him the truth ^Ö eat lunch. He had me up so early I left the house half asleep and didn't get any breakfast. When we got to the airport we got a cinnamon bun and split it. It had enough sweet in it for both of us for two weeks. Actually, it was so sweet it almost made me feel sick to my stomach. We hit the sandwich shop downstairs and picked up a tourist map to study while we ate. Uncle Ray had a pretty good idea what he wanted to do anyway. After lunch we walked over to the White House Visitor's Center. I found out one of the reasons he picked our hotel was that we could walk to a lot of places. Uncle Ray believed in spending his time walking and looking at things rather than watching traffic. It was Christmas and Uncle Ray knew they were conducting tours. Now, everyone's seen pictures of the White House and heard stories about hidden walkways and such. That place was huge. I asked Uncle Ray how many people lived there and he said the President and his family, but they didn't occupy the whole place. I never really understood why. If the house was built for the President and his family, and, of course, some occasional guests, how come he only used part of it? Uncle Ray said it costs too much to clean every day and I was naïve enough at the time to swallow that. We walked around outside while we waited for our tour to begin. To appreciate how impressive the place is you have to go there. Decorated for the holidays, of course, it was really something else. One thing that impressed me was all the men standing outside the fence wearing what Uncle Ray called 'civilian' clothes. All the suits looked the same and the wire coming out of their ears did, too. Anyone visiting Washington and seeing the White House would be impressed just riding by. Go inside if you really want to get impressed. This place had high, like fifteen foot high, ceilings. There was fancy woodwork everywhere and it was spic and span. Uncle Ray was right about one thing, it had to cost a fortune to keep that place clean. I knew what we went through sometimes cleaning up after Christmas decorations, this place would take an army of cleaning people. However, it did look nice. The tour ended where Uncle Ray said it would, in the souvenir or visitor's center. I found a book on the history of the White House and got it for my dad and Kathy since they liked history. We got plates for his mom and Aunt Charlotte. Behind the White House and off to the side was the Smithsonian. Uncle Ray said it would take a whole week just to go through that place. We did walk over for a peek. He said we'd be back there on Wednesday and spend some time going through it. At the moment though, I had developed a serious problem. Each time I took a step, it burned. I needed to find a bathroom. After I took care of the problem I was glad I had a jacket with big pockets so Uncle Ray didn't see what I was carrying around. The afternoon seemed to go by fast. When we came out of the museum it was almost dark. He told me it got dark up there earlier than it did back home because the city was farther east. It was a five or six block walk back to the hotel and boy, was I ever glad I took care of my problem earlier. If I hadn't, after walking that far, I'd have been one hurting puppy, with one pissed off uncle, when he found out why it hurt. That evening we had spaghetti at a local restaurant rather than eating at the hotel. Uncle Ray called it sampling the local flavor. After dinner we strolled over to Lafayette Park. That place was really lit up for the holidays and the view of the White House was fantastic. I thought it was impressive that afternoon, but at night, all lit up, it was really something else. I learned another thing about Washington then, too. In the winter, at night, it gets cold. To a southern boy, it was teeth-chattering cold. As we made our way back to the hotel, Uncle Ray said I was walking funny. I told him my butt was burning, and finally had to tell him it was my hole. He knew I'd been in the bathroom about four times that afternoon and thought I had diarrhea. That wasn't it of course, but I had to let him think it was. He got me some Pepto-Bismol and ointment before we headed to the room. He drew me a tub of hot water. Before I got in, he gave me the pink stuff and a cup. I let him see me take it; I didn't let him see me spit it out. There I was, lying to him. I still remembered him putting me over his knee the last time he caught me lying to him. The memory didn't make me afraid of him, but I didn't want to repeat the experience. The ointment he gave me to put on my butt felt good ^Ö relief. The bath he gave me felt just as good, if not better. When we got out, he headed for the bed and I told him I wanted some ointment on first. When he left, I put some ointment on my hole and again, I did my exercises. He was lying on the bed watching another ball game. Our priorities were definitely not the same. I climbed up straddling him and leaned over to his ear. "Horny toad." "Boy, don't you ever think of anything else?" "Whadda ya mean? I've been good. We didn't do anything last night and yesterday mornin' I got up early and fixed your breakfast. It's been almost two full days." While I was talking to him, I reached back and started playing with him. Then I remembered something. I ran into the bathroom. When I returned I had a warm washcloth, towel, shaving cream and a razor. I climbed up straddling him, but with my back to him this time. "Excuse me, young man, what do you think you're going to do with that?" "Uncle Ray, I love ya. But, you got some real hairy balls. When we play I have a lot of fun, but afterwards, when I have ta pull your hair out of my teeth, that's just plain gross. I figured you get to enjoy nice soft, smooth balls; I should too." I'd already begun wiping him down with the washcloth and immediately began applying the shaving gel. Not being used to doing this, I put on a lot more than I needed to. I used some on his tool and he came to an almost instant full salute. "Easy, kid, we don't shave that part. You be careful down there, that's all nature gave me." I'd seen him and my dad shave enough to know I needed to pull the skin tight. He was so big there that it became a challenge. After I finished with the sac, I did move down and back some. I'd been known to lick near the hole, and he was hairy there, too. While I did the shaving routine, he was scratching and tickling my butt. Boy, did it feel good. We were both sportin' big time and mine was strong enough to hurt. I also felt him pressing something against my back and then he asked me what I wanted for breakfast. That was a strange question until I discovered he was ordering room service for tomorrow morning. When I finished I turned around and lay on him and started doing my thing. It didn't take much for me to get his mind off that ball game. After working his ears, neck and nips, there was no ball game. He flipped me on my back and then straddled me; classic sixty- nine. It was a lot better with him having smooth balls. He knew how to work me real good and could tell when I was ready to go. When I was about to shoot he'd stop and start massaging my sac down and press at the base of my dick. He did this two or three times before he let me get release. He liked hearing me beg for it, and I knew how to beg for it. After he let me release twice, he sat up. I thought he was going to smother me with his butt. He used the wash cloth and towel to clean my hole. Then he licked, sucked and started penetrating as deep as he could with his tongue. He pulled my legs back so they were hooked behind his arms and my butt must have been straight up. I couldn't keep my concentration going with him and told him to move around so I could watch. He did and it was wild watching him keep his tongue stiff and drill in and out of me. When I climaxed again, I didn't release much, so he stopped. He spread the towel on the bed and flipped me over. He got some oil out of the drawer, which I guessed he put there, and started pounding my butt. As usual, he tortured my nipples and pulled me up and down while he pounded away. When he'd get close, he'd take a break from the pounding, but not the pinching of my nips. He rested a couple of minutes and started all over again. I just lay there and moaned, groaned and hollered for more. I'd tell him to pound me and fuck me and didn't worry about how loud I was. I loved the feeling of bouncing off the bed and him holding me. I wondered what it felt like if he was really in me. He bit me on the shoulder. Finally, we were both worn out. There was a knock on the door. I kind of woke up and he told me to stay put. He grabbed a robe and opened the door. This guy who looked like he was probably in college came in pushing a cart. He looked at me and smiled; I pulled the covers over my head. There was no way it could be morning already. Then, somebody smacked me on the butt, grabbed my leg and pulled me out of bed. "Good morning sunshine." He was way too happy. After all, he wasn't the innocent little kid that took the butt pounding last night. I remembered last night, it was good. I just looked at him. "No way." I crawled back in bed. I wasn't asleep and knew when he picked me up. I thought I'd see what he had up his sleeve; it was usually special. It wasn't his sleeve I had to worry about. We, or he, stepped into the shower and turned on the cold water. "UNCLE RAY! THAT'S COLD! STOP! STOP!" I yelled. For some reason he thought that was funny. We picked up a rental car he had arranged for and headed out of town. We were spending a good part of our day at Mount Vernon. At mid-afternoon we were returning to Arlington National Cemetery. I know it was silly, but as we went through Mount Vernon, I wondered how people managed to live back then without two necessities. One was a bathroom with toilet and tub. The other was deodorant. It could have been a real concern if you thought about it. I knew about outhouses. I'd only ever had to use one once and knew how they functioned. I also knew how they smelled. Up here, in the winter, they sometimes got snowed in and couldn't get to the outhouse. I'd heard about chamber pots, and this was my first look at chamber chairs. Now I knew why it was called a throne. I also figured out what chamber maids did. Still in all, it had to smell and I never could see how they cleaned themselves; they didn't have Charmin back then. Yeah, and like I wanted to take a bath in the middle of the kitchen in a tin tub with somebody pouring scalding water on me ^Ö I don't think so. . Deodorant was the other thing. Uncle Ray said they used toilet water fairly often. Now why on earth would a grown man use toilet water and cover his head in an old wig with a fake pigtail loaded with powder? Every where I'd been during the summer, if you stayed outside, and were old enough, you'd sweat and sweat smells. On top of that, Uncle Ray said that the phrase 'Saturday night bath' was real back then. Now, a bath just once a week, I could probably handle that. On the way back we went to Arlington National Cemetery. Uncle Ray explained to me what it was and that he wanted to see President Kennedy's grave and the eternal flame. He said he remembered being in the school library when they announced that President Kennedy had been shot. He had to do a lot of explaining for me to understand Camelot and what it meant to have a president that young. I can't say I fully understood and I knew all this happened before I was even born. As we walked through the cemetery you somehow knew this wasn't a place to joke around. When we got to the eternal flame, there were a lot of people there. It was quiet. No one, not even the little kids, made a sound. That night I was tired. After our bath I did my exercises and lay on the bed. I leaned against him and watched television. His hand gently stroked my stomach and chest; he played with a nipple. The next thing I knew, someone knocked on the door. Breakfast was rolled in and that same guy looked at me and smiled. I didn't remember saying 'good night'. We spent most of the day touring the mall area and the Smithsonian. I stood under the Spirit of St. Louis, looking up. Uncle Ray suggested I move in case it decided to fall. We went back to the hotel at mid-afternoon for a nap. Uncle Ray said there'd be no playing around and I would get a nap. He wasn't asking, or even suggesting, he was telling. We were going to watch the fireworks at midnight. After being on my feet all day, the nap felt good. That night we were at the National Mall, together with about ten thousand other people. There were bands and singers, the President was there, and we all waited for the fireworks. While we waited, it began to snow. I told Uncle Ray it seemed like it got warmer after it started. He said it was because the snow pulled the moisture out of the air. We stood there a long time but left when the snow got heavy. Uncle Ray said it was a wet snow, meaning there was a lot of water and ice mixed in with it. Our feet got wet and we both got chilled. As soon as we got back he said we needed to get in a hot tub to get rid of the chill. As usual, after the bath he lay on the bed and turned on another bowl game. I climbed up and straddled him. "Uncle Ray, this is our last night here. Do we have ta watch a ball game? I'd like for it to be just the two of us." "You have something particular in mind?" "You know I do. Don't tease me Uncle Ray; I want to be serious. I've been good for two nights. It's time for some special time for me and you." He turned off the television and got serious, but it was a nice serious. "What does my boy want to do, just me and him?" He nuzzled into my neck and gave me a little tonguing and kiss wile he asked me. This was the mood I was looking for. "I want you to do me like you used to when I sat in your lap. I want you to use your fingers and do that thing with the magic spot in me, too." "You do, do you? You liked it when I rubbed your magic spot?" "Yeah, a lot." He held me close and I could nuzzle into his neck. That was special, me and him and he smelled good. His hands were soft as they moved over me and I squirmed in his arms. Sometimes my breathing got a little heavy, especially when tongued my nipples. He gave me a tongue bath almost all over. Sometimes he stopped to give me a raspberry. I had my hands holding two fistfuls of hair and probably carried on loud enough for the whole hotel to hear. He pulled me up to him and held me there while he reached in the drawer. He pulled out some lube and started putting it at the edge of my treasure hole. I could feel him work his fingers in a circle, pushing in ever so slowly. Then one finger went in. It felt like it went to the first knuckle. He snuggled with me and I snuggled with him. It would be a miracle if he didn't leave here with a hickey. "Push the finger in; I wanna feel it." Oh, God, did it ever feel good. I could feel it moving in deeper and deeper. It was moving inside me and then it happened. "Ohhhh Gaaaahhhhd!, Yeah, that's it ^Å ohhh fuuuck ^Å.yeah ^Å you got it ^Å. there^Å" He hit the right spot and I nearly shot out of his lap. I grabbed his neck and held on for dear life. This felt almost too good. "^Å.more... do it some more...yeeeaah ^Å ohhhhh ^Åmmmmmmppphhhh ^Å. Yeeeaaahhh ^Å.that's so niiiice ^Å.. ohhhhhh ^Å..Do another finger ^Ågimme two ^Å^Å ohhhhh goooooddd ^Å. Yeeeeaaaah ^Å.now twist 'em ^Å^Å ohhhh gaaaahhhhd ^Åohhhh " It did feel good, but at the same time I had him stretching me. I held on tight, whispering to him between short gasps for air. He'd hit the right spot and the only thing I could do was take a quick breath and hold it. I wanted to holler how good it really felt, but knew better than to make too much noise. "Boy, you don't feel as tight as last time. Or is it me?" "Noooo^Å. I been doin' exercises, Uncle Ray ^Å for you and me ^Å. Ohhhh yeeeeaaaahh ^Å mooore ^Å.. twist 'em ^Å^Åyeeeaaaaah ^Åmmmmmmppphhhh^Åaahhh..aahhh" "Brad, does it hurt any?" "A little, but that's all ^Å. It feels gooood ^Å. Yeeeeaaaaah ^Å AAAAHHHHHH ..that's the spot ^Å.mmmmmpppphhhh ^Åoohh..oohh..oohh" My face was buried in his neck. I sat up, then leaned over and gave him a hug followed by a kiss on the cheek. I ran my hands over his eyes so he would close them and put a finger over his lips. "Don't look or say anythin'. Just keep doin' me. Ohhh Gaaaahhhd, that feels good ^Å. Yeeaaahh ^Å. I been wearin' a trainer plug all week ^Å." He opened his eyes; he was surprised. I ran my hand over them again. "Don't watch, Uncle Ray, please?" I gave him my most pleading voice and look. "This is for me and you. Please don't say anythin' and mess it up, pleeeaase? Ohhhhhh yyeeeaaaahh, ^Å.Do more ^Åoohhh.. ohhhhh ^Åmmmmppphhh ^ÅI'm scared, but I wanna try, pleeeeaase? ^Å. mmmmppphh^Åohhh, fuuuck yeeeaaahh " I spoke softly, almost in a whisper. I could feel his fingers change and he really started working my hole to stretch me. He was helping me. I looked at his face. I'd swear there were tears coming down his cheeks; I gave him a hug and a kiss. I reached for some gel and lubed him. He put what felt like a lot more lube in me and I knew it was now or never. I don't know if I was shaking from the position I was in, or from fear. He sat with his head and back propped up. I held on tight and reached down to get my hole lined up. I kept telling my-self to push out and started lowering myself. The pressure of him trying to get in me felt strange. I'd felt the pressure of something trying to get out of there, but this was different. He put his hands on my cheeks and helped pull me open. I knew he was going in when it started hurting. I started moaning, but it wasn't moans of pleasure. It hurt. I kept pushing while he whispered in my ear to relax and push out. Then I felt it, kind of like a snap with a sharp pain. "Ohhh! OWWWWW! ^Å Uncle Ray?" He told me to sit still for a minute and let the muscle get used to it. I did and the pain eased up. I kind of swung my butt in a circle trying to find out where it hurt the least. It felt strange, but good. I pressed down some more; more pain. Again I stopped and waited. He told me to lift up a little to ease the pain, then press down again. "Easy, boy. Don't rush it. Lift up just a little to ease the pain, wait a minute and then press down. Go ahead, cry some; it'll relieve the tension and help you relax. That's it, press down and let up a little. Good boy. You're doin' good. Ohhhh, man, you're tight kid. I'm not saying anything; you know the rules. That's it, bite into my shoulder if you want." He talked to me in soft, gentle tones the whole time, stopping only to hug me and give me a kiss on the neck or stick his tongue in my ear. I felt his hand on my package, squeezing me. I buried my face in his shoulder and bit him as I whimpered and moaned. He kept doing all these things that'd distract me from the hurt. Before long we were both sweating. I did bite him on the shoulder, I saw the tooth marks later. I shed tears, but I refused to cry. I wanted to give him my cherry. He wasn't taking it; I was giving it. I failed before - not this time. "Ohhhh Gaaaaahhhhdd, Uncle Ray," I whined, "It hurts, but feels good too. Why?" "It hurts because you're stretching muscles that haven't been stretched like this before. After they've been stretched a few times, then you can do this and it won't hurt. The first time is usually hard and you really have to love somebody to do this." "I do; I'd only do this for you. You can have me anytime; I don't care if it hurts." I hugged him and buried my face in the side of his neck. I sucked and chewed on his neck, then tongued his ear. He moaned from the attention. I'd do anything for him and I wanted him to know how special he was to me. I gave him my treasure; there was no going back and I didn't even think of it. While I tongue bathed his neck, ear and face, he guided me through this. When his hands said lift up, I did. When they pressed down, I did. I concentrated on him and tried to ignore some of the pain. "Hey, little man, it's there. You're sitting in my lap." I wiggled my butt and then leaned back to look at him. Tears were running down both our faces. I smiled and so did he. He'd pulled his legs up some so I could just lay back and relax. My knees were on the bed with my feet going backwards. The feeling was incredible. "Gaaahhhhd, I feel like you're splittin' me, but it feels nice." He told me to sit there and let my body get used to it. I wiggled my butt and then put his hands on my nips. He knew what I wanted. He started working me over. He massaged both nips and got them burning; I moaned and grimaced. He made them feel stretched and hot but I wanted him to do it harder and more. When he thought I had enough, he cooled them down with a tongue bath. He bathed one, his fingers gently twisted the other, and his other hand was playing with my butt. He guided me with his hand, gently lifting my butt up and slowly pushing it down. He had me riding his pole like a cherub on a merry-go-round. While he fuck me he pulled me up to him and worked my ears and neck, then pushed me back to lie on his legs. Somewhere along the way I picked up on what he was doing and was lifting myself up and down on his pole. He'd get me up till it felt like he'd come out, then it was a slow ride back down. It felt good to hold my arms over and behind my head, and stretch backwards. He'd come out a different way and give me a different feeling. I figured out there was a lot more to this then I would learn tonight. I don't know who was sweating, moaning and enjoying this more, me or him. "Uncle Ray, you gonna shoot in me? I wanna feel it." "Been reading those books again?" "Yeah, and they got a lotta stuff in 'em I wanna do now. I seen a picture of this guy fuckin' a boy; the man was standin' and the boy was hangin' in the air with his arms out. Almost, like when I used ta lay in your lap and you'd play with my nips. I want you to take me like that sometime. There's a lot I want to do with you." "Easy, kid, how about one at a time? Right now, let's just enjoy this, okay?" "Yeah, Uncle Ray. This feels so good I don't want it ta ever stop, but it hurts some too. Feels like you got a flag pole in me. I can do anythin' I want and not fall. I read enough to know this is what they call long dickin' somebody when you almost come out and then go back in so I'm sittin' on your balls. Just do me good, okay?" He laughed at me then. He played with me till I didn't know where I was or what was going on. It felt like he stayed in me forever; I loved it. I was his whimpering puppy when he pulled me into him and held me. I lay my head on his shoulder and mewed or moaned my pleasure barely above a whisper. I could feel his hips jumping up. We were both covered in sweat and I could feel my dick rubbing against him. Before I knew it I felt myself moving to the edge and tried to stop myself, but I couldn't. "Oohh ^ÅOohh ^Å ooohh .. aaaaahhhhh ^Å. mmmmpppphhh ^Å ohhh fuuck ^Å.ahhhhh.." I had the biggest and hardest orgasm I think I'd ever felt. I held on to him and squeezed as hard as I could. Right after that I felt something in me and knew he was shooting too. I don't know if he shot while I did or after. I did feel him bite my shoulder, hard. I do know I had never, ever felt anything like it before. We both lay there trying to catch our breath. I knew I would want more, lots more. "Merry Christmas, Uncle Ray" He squeezed me and then lifted my head. I looked at him, smiling, and gave him a kiss and a hug. This year, I gave him something extra special for both me and him. End Chapter Thirty-Four To Be Continued: comments welcome; contact Dwight Wilson at adm2780@yahoo.com