Date: Sun, 4 Feb 2007 08:05:13 -0800 (PST) From: adm2780 Subject: Brads Idol Ch Thirty-Five 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-Five: Brad's Idol I squirmed in my seat all the way back from DC. Uncle Ray looked at me, smiled, and then told me to sit on the side of my hip. My butt hurt. When he asked if it hurt much, I told him only when we hit a bump. To make matters worse, I was tired. Somehow, going on vacation with Uncle Ray always managed to wear me out. We got lucky flying home because no one had the seat next to us. He moved over to the aisle seat, put the arms up, and let me take a nap. The plane landed a little after one o'clock and I was glad to get off and walk. The other problem I had was that I was hungry. We had an early breakfast and left DC way too early for lunch. Now was a good time. He picked up a big Philly cheese steak that we split while we drove home. Once home, with the bags inside, I plopped on the sofa. How tired was I? I plopped on the sofa with all my clothes still on. When he sat down I put my head in his lap and he ran his fingers through my hair. I took another nap. When I woke he said we needed to take Aunt Charlotte her plate. The other thing was that I hadn't seen her since being up here and after all she'd done for me I needed to make a little time. When I asked Uncle Ray what he meant by all she'd done for me, he reminded me of the club, the beach, shopping, parties, concerts – okay, I got it, all that stuff; I thought he meant what she'd done on this trip. I called and asked her if we could come over for a few minutes. She liked the idea of going out to dinner better. I preferred something cooked at home, but we went downtown and ate at her favorite place on the river. Before we left the house, I called Ben. He asked me how things went with Uncle Ray. I told him I did what I wanted and we'd talk some more when I saw him. I let him know we were headed out with Aunt Charlotte but they could come back tomorrow. Then Uncle Ray and Donna talked. Uncle Ray said he could hear the boys in the background; they wanted to come back. Something about a pool table and Pac-Man – yeah, sure. How about something about no clothes, few rules, and fun? I was glad we got an early dinner because we were home before eight o'clock. When we got in I didn't say anything, I just started stripping and headed for the bathroom. A nice hot tub of water sounded like it'd feel great. Besides, I think Uncle Ray found every bump in the road when we went out. He pampered me in the tub, and I enjoyed all of it. I'd melt into him, lean my head against his shoulder, and sometimes reach back to run a hand along the side of his face. Afterwards, we settled down on the sofa. With a fire in the fireplace and the lights out, Uncle Ray used the remote to control the television. He lay on his left side and I spooned into him. I could feel his body hair tickle my back and butt. He felt warm and comfy. I had a light blanket over us and used his arm for a pillow. We watched a science fiction movie. "You keep pulling the hair on my arm and there won't be anything left." "Sorry," I said, "I was just thinkin'" "Serious?" he asked. "Kinda, I guess. After last night, I mean, does that ... does that make me your bitch?" "Does that make you a what? Where'd you get that?" "Those books that Ben had. They said if you let somebody fuck ya that you're a bitch or a cunt or a pussy. Some say you're the person that fucked ya's bitch. Is that what I am now, your bitch?" "Brad, there's something I need you to understand. Those are derogatory terms. I hope you never use them towards someone else and don't let anyone use them about you, okay?" I nodded and turned to face him. "Remember one thing if you never remember anything else." He tapped my nose with his finger while he talked. "You are my boy. You always have been and always will be. You are nobody's bitch, ever. Okay?" I gave him a hug and a peck on the cheek. Then I rolled over and watched the movie. I was going to tell him I didn't mind if he wanted me to be his bitch, but I let it go. We just lay on the sofa with me spooned into him. He had his hand on my chest and stomach, keeping me close so I didn't roll off. Once in a while he'd reach up and run his fingers through my hair. There was something real nice about that. After a while I rolled over to face him. He told me that if I was sleepy, maybe I should just go to bed. "I'm not sleepy; too many naps. I rolled over so you could rub my back; feels good." "Excuse me? Are we getting a little bit spoiled; maybe more than just a little bit?" "Yeah, but I'm worth it. Ask me." "My boy who thinks he's worth so much, just ask him, would you like me to get the powder and give you an easy rub down?" "Yeah, that sounds nice, but don't move; I'm comfy." He did move and so did I. I lay across his lap with my head on the arm of the sofa. He pampered me while I watched the movie. A couple of times he bent over and teased me when he kissed me on my butt and gave me a raspberry in the small of my back or in my butt crack; that was a new one. When he turned me over, there was no one else in the world but us. He didn't really tease me like he would to get me excited; he just rubbed gently and let me relax. I remember he said something about not wanting to get me worked up and not be able to sleep. We did real good until he started giving me raspberries over my belly button and in the side of my neck. I laughed like I was in hysterics. I'd beg him to stop, but he knew I really didn't want him to, and he didn't. It was fun. Of course, that meant he had to rub me some more to get me to relax again. I didn't rush the relaxing part; it felt too good. The next thing I knew was, when I woke the next morning I was alone again. I was also wrapped up like a papoose. I followed the usual routine of rolling out and heading for the bathroom. This time, though, before leaving the bathroom, I washed my face off and looked in the mirror; not pleasant this early. Heading out to find the beast, I decided to detour to the kitchen. I guessed right, breakfast was on the stove. After getting some OJ, I grabbed my plate and headed for the living room; he was there. After adjusting part of him, I put a pillow in his lap, curled up on the sofa and propped my elbow in his lap. The only other required adjustment was to find the cartoons. "Good morning, sleepy head." "How come I gotta have so much more sleep than you?" "Your body is still growing. It's burning energy just trying to keep up with all the things you want it to do. Then it has to burn more energy to build the muscles, bone, blood vessels, and those other good things you need to grow." We didn't say anything more for a few minutes; didn't need to. When I finished my breakfast and set the empty plate on the coffee table, he reached over and ran his fingers through my hair and then over my back. There was no reason for me to move. "Uncle Ray, when are Ben and Larry comin' back?" "Whenever I call Ben's mom. She'll bring 'em over." "When's that gonna be?" "Shortly after you finish your work. We probably need to hit the grocery for fillers, too" "What work?" This was news to me. "Remember those mortgages you get money on each month that gets deposited to your educational trust? You need to bring your books up to date by posting the payments. Then you have to prepare statements showing how much interest was paid on each note and how much principal. You should include beginning and end of year balances." "Since when was I supposed to have ta do all this?" "Since you bought the lots, sold the lots, and became an entrepreneur." "A entre-what?" "Investor. You posted them about three months ago; same scenario." With that bit of great news, I just plopped down in his lap. I didn't want to have to use my brain this early. Besides, why mess up a good vacation with work? It wasn't five minutes before the phone rang. He answered and handed it to me. "Hey, Brad. When you gonna have your book work done?" Did everybody know what I had to do? "I haven't started yet, why?" "Me and Larry's ready to go. Mom said Uncle Ray told her he wanted you to get your book work done first, and he had an errand to run. If you didn't get done first, he thought he'd have ta fuss with you and he didn't wanna mess up your vacation time with fussin' at ya." "Okay, it won't take long. Guess I better get goin'. See ya." I handed the phone back to Uncle Ray and just looked at him. He looked back. "Okay, okay, I'm goin'." He had the papers already set out on the desk. When I looked there were only three payments that had to be posted, and that included the first payment for this year. When I concentrated it only took me about fifteen minutes to work the formulas and write it out. Then I needed help. "Uncle Ray, I need help. I never done this part before." "What ya got, kiddo?" "I posted the payments. See, I divided it up like you showed me; here's the tape. How do I make a statement for the year?" "Look in this folder marked for the IRS. The forms are in there. Look at the heading on each block and then compare that to the headings on the schedule you keep." "Oh, I see" said I. "The interest part is just the total of the numbers in this interest column; same with the principal. The principal balance is what was left after the December payment." "You got it. Then when you set up the sheets for this year, the beginning principal balance is what?" "What was left after the December payment?" "You got it. Go for it, kiddo." "You gonna call Ben and Larry. I'll be done before they get here." "No. I'll call when you're finished and we've looked it over for any errors. There's also the matter of the grocery shoppin'." "If we go to the grocery, can we go back to that Tom & Betty's place for lunch? That's a cool place. How come you never took me there before?" "Probably. How can you be hungry now? You just had breakfast." "Remember, I'm a growin' boy." In another hour I was finished and everything checked out. He played a game of pool with me. Then he said we needed to head out if we were going to let the other two come back today. It's a good thing I went to the grocery with him. He had a list of things, some of it for meals, some for snacks. He knew I liked Oreos, but I could never get him to remember to buy chocolate with the extra filling. If I hadn't been there, he would've gotten the wrong ones, again. Tom & Betty's was in the strip center next to the grocery. We decided to get one sandwich and split it because they were so big. I still got fascinated with all the old car stuff on the walls. It was something we could sit there and talk about, just him and me. While we sat there, I decided to tell him about my visit to grandma's just before Christmas. "Grandma got called in to work Tuesday night. We had to get me some clothes real fast, 'cause there wasn't anybody to stay with me. I was supposed to help keep the dessert bar stocked, but I wound up bein' part of the party." "Now, why is it that I'm not surprised? Did you have fun?" "Yeah, I guess so. There was this girl and we danced." "What was her name?" "Angelica. She was nice. A couple of the other guys got kinda jealous because she spent so much time with me." I couldn't help smiling while I told him what happened. "Ummm, Brad, the lady killer." "Uncle Ray, don't. I just met her the one time." "Yeah, and in just a few minutes you had her in your arms on the dance floor. Made the other boys jealous, too. That qualifies you as a twelve year old lady killer." "Stop teasin'." Actually, I liked it and he had me blushing. "We held hands a little bit and when she left, well ... uhhh ... she gave me a kiss on the cheek." "See, told ya. Brad, the lady killer," He teased. "Did you like it?" "Kinda," I answered while turning ten shades of red. "Never had a girl my age kiss me on the cheek before." On the way home, Uncle Ray called Ben's mom and let her know we'd be back at the house in about fifteen minutes and stay there for the duration. She told him that was good because the natives were definitely getting restless. Ben and Larry came bounding in while we unloaded the groceries. Donna and Uncle Ray talked while we boys carried everything in. While they talked, we slipped to the back. "Tell me about it," Ben said. "Did you do it? What was it like? What'd he say?" I tried to shush 'em down. Ben definitely learned to whisper in a saw mill. I told 'em to put their bags away and we had to go back to the living room or they'd be lookin' for us. I heard Uncle Ray ask Donna to stay for a while. For a minute I thought she was going to, but she said she had to get back to the other kids. Thank goodness. After they made small talk forever, she left. We watched the car leave and knew the coast was clear. Uncle Ray was already in the kitchen pulling stuff out. I dropped my sweats in the living room and the other two were right behind me. Both were in commando mode. "Shit, man, tell us. What the hell happened? Did he fuck ya?" Ben insisted. "Ben," I answered, "You gotta find a nicer way of askin'. I think your idea of fuckin' and mine's different." "What's ta be different. You just stick your ass up there and let him stick in ya, and then he gets ta go for it." When Ben talked I think he was getting' himself all excited and the humping action that went with 'go for it' pretty much proved it. "Ben, if that's your idea of fuckin', then, no, he didn't do it. In fact, I'll tell ya now, he didn't take me. He always said he wouldn't. But, I'll tell ya ... I gave it to him. He wanted to stop me but I asked him to let me go. I did it and he just did all he could to make sure I wasn't hurt. He didn't just stick me and 'go for it'. The way he showed me, well, I'll just say it was real nice. It hurt some even after I did the exercises ya' told me about, but it felt good too. The way you describe it, I don't want nobody doin' me like that. Is that how you treat Larry?" Ben stood there looking at me like he had no idea what I was talking about. He probably didn't, given the way he said his brothers treated him. They used him for something to jump on. Uncle Ray tried to protect me and then made sure I could enjoy it; big difference. That last thing I said to him wasn't any of my business; that's between him and Larry. "Brad, you don't have ta get mad," Ben said, "You told me what you wanted to do when you was gone. I was just curious to find out if ya really did it." "Ben, I'm not mad. I just don't understand the way you ask it. Why don't we just say my cherry's gone, but not the way you describe it. He didn't just take it and leave me alone. He said doin' that's just usin' somebody. I gave him what I wanted to and he made sure I was okay and enjoyed it too. Know what I mean?" "Not really," Ben answered. Now he had me by surprise. "My brothers don't care if I wanna get fucked; they just do it. But I did do somethin' Uncle Ray told me." His tone went from down to excited. "When we got to my house and they could get me and Larry alone, they pinned us down and stripped us. Me and Larry did what Uncle Ray said. We squeezed so tight they couldn't get in. When they threatened us, I told 'm to eat shit and they better figure out how to explain it to mom and dad." "So, what'd they do then?" "They held us on the floor and jerked off on us. When they finished they smeared it on us." Ben explained. "Then the next day we got even. When they was gone we went into their bedroom and I jerked off all over their bed. I don't do much yet, but it was enough to mess up their beds. You shoulda heard 'em holler. When mom wanted to know what was wrong, they shut up. But they stayed pissed off. I told 'em when they treated us right we'd consider lettin' 'em have some of our ass." I stood there laughing just as hard as they did. When we calmed down some I told Ben he needed to be careful with his language around Uncle Ray. He didn't use the 'f' word or 's' word as a rule and didn't appreciate others doing it around him. We kept talking and Ben wanted to know if I thought Uncle Ray would do to him what he did to me. I didn't have to say anything for him to know I thought he was nuts. He said he'd never had anybody do him that cared how he felt about it; he just wanted to experience it. Then Uncle Ray walked through. He looked at us and just held up his hands; he wasn't asking. "Guys, I was going to suggest you make yourselves at home, but I see I'm a little late for that. Don't leave your clothes in the middle of the floor. I'm going to put away some of these groceries and pull something out for tonight's dinner. Why don't you guys just go do whatever it is guys your age do?" While Uncle Ray did his thing in the kitchen, we did our thing with Pac-Man and the pool table. With three boys around, both games would go at the same time. Two played pool while one worked on Pac-Man. After a while we decided to stay with Pac-Man and see who could get the most levels and highest score. Of course, there had to be a prize for the winner and a penalty for the loser. The guy in the middle just watched. The first round was considered the warm-up round. The second round counted. Uncle Ray walked in right after we finished the contest to find me on one knee behind Ben. He gave me his "what do you think you're doin'?' look that I'd seen many times. I told him we had a contest on Pac-Man and the loser had to kiss the winner's butt. I lost so I was kissing Ben's butt. "Don't ask me why, but that almost sounds reasonable coming from you guys." He left without even sayin' why he was there in the first place. We just laughed. Giving it some thought, I decided I better make sure he wasn't upset with us. Why should he be? He said for us to do what ever it was that guys our age did; that's the kind of bets guys our age make. "What's cookin'?" I asked as I entered the kitchen. "Pot roast. It'll be a-while. If you're hungry you'll have to settle for some fruit." "Why? We got some Oreos." It's not that I don't like fruit, but cookies sounded better. "If you're after cookies, four each, that's it. I don't want you spoiling your appetites for dinner." "Uncle Ray, we're growin' boys, remember?" "Yes, I remember, that's why you get four instead of two. No more." "Ben and Larry are worried you're mad with us about the bet we had goin'." "Son, tell them that after having you around for all these years, nothing surprises me. If I was upset I'd have said something then. You tell them for me that nobody likes somebody that welshes on their bets, and you still only get four cookies each." I told them and they thought it was funny. Ben still couldn't believe how easy going Uncle Ray was. We kept the bet going and all of us kissed butt and got our butt kissed at least once before supper. I never explained to Uncle Ray that the object that got kissed didn't always stay with the butt; it was best he not know everything guys our age did. After supper, we had the job of cleanup and then were supposed to settle down. Settling down meant watching the Indiana Jones movie we rented and that Ben and Larry never watched. After the movie Uncle Ray declared it bath time. Ben and Larry looked at him and he said they could go first. They asked me to join 'em. I was planning on it this time, but I wanted to see Uncle Ray alone for a minute. When they took off I climbed in his lap like I used to and gave him a hug and kiss on the cheek. When he asked why, I told him it was for a great vacation and havin' all of us here for the weekend. Then I took off for the shower. "Come on," Ben said. "I got somethin' to do first." I told 'em. I looked under the vanity and found the enema bottle. I got in the shower and told Ben to fill it and do me. He got this huge grin on his face and did me three times. He did Larry twice. The look on Larry's face said he either liked getting' an enema or he liked the idea of what it suggested. When I thought I was clean I got in the shower with 'em and asked Ben to stretch me. I was still a little sore, but thought it wouldn't be bad. It did hurt some, but there wasn't enough time left before going home for me to wait. When we finished, Ben and Larry told Uncle Ray goodnight and headed for their room. I sat on the sofa and waited for him to get his shower. When he came back, he did something new. I was going to get up so he could sit in his usual spot but he signaled for me to stay. He laid on the sofa and put his head in my lap. Then he told me I could rub his back for a change. What could I do? I rubbed what I could reach and ran my fingers through his hair some. I remembered how good that felt. His left arm fell over the front of the sofa while his right arm was behind me. His fingers tickled the side of my hip and butt. He lay there for a few minutes and seemed to like what I was doing. When he turned his head over to face me though, he started a problem. He was breathing on my package and it felt hot. It didn't take long before I was standing tall. I told him he created a problem. He opened his eyes, smiled, and swallowed the problem. I was getting personal attention, a blow job on the sofa. I couldn't help but think what it'd be like if Ben or Larry came in and caught us; the thought made it more exciting. Soon, I was holding his head and humping into him. When I said I was about to blow he just pulled me in tighter and held me. While I shot, his tongue worked my head over and had me climbing the walls. Just entering puberty I didn't shoot much, but I sure was sensitive. When it was over he picked me up and carried me to bed. After he lay down I moved up next to him in my usual spot. His hand over a cheek gently scratched my butt. With one hand I played and pinched a nipple while lightly biting the other. He squirmed and took in a deep breath. "You can do me again if you want," I whispered. He reached down and lifted me on top of him. He pressed my head to his shoulder and massaged a cheek. "Uncle Ray? It's horny toad time; don't you want to play?" "Didn't you just have a little session in the living room?" "Yeah, but that just took the edge off. Me and Ben and Larry goofed around so much this afternoon and I got so horny I was up most of the afternoon. I felt bad 'cause I kinda didn't want them here. If they'd been gone I could've sat in your lap and we could've really enjoyed this afternoon. I been waitin' for them to go to bed. I been thinkin' all afternoon about when I could tell ya you could fuck me if you wanted." "Is that what you want me to do?" "Yeah. Just the thought gets me excited again. Sometimes durin' the day I thought about the different things we maybe could do and just got the shivers." To make my point I pushed my stiff pole into his stomach. "Kid, you should still be sore. Don't you think you should wait a little more?" "I'm just a little sore. I'm scared if I don't go ahead and do it again, I'll get scared and never do it again. I need for you to do it. You know, the way you did me isn't anythin' like what Ben says his brothers do to him. They just stick him when they want and don't care how he feels. You made sure I liked it." "And did you, like it, I mean?" "Yeah. It hurt a little, but it felt good too. That's what was so confusin'. How can it do both at the same time?" "That's your muscles hurting. They were being stretched in a way they weren't accustomed to. You have to do it several times usually before the muscles adjust properly. The trick with you is that since you're leaving, if no one else does it before you get back here, it'll almost be like starting over again." "You mean I get to give you my cherry twice?" I smiled and laughed when I said it to him. "Do me again, okay? This time with me layin' like when we tried it the first time. I'm already clean, I did it when I took a shower and I put Vaseline in the drawer." I felt him laugh to himself. He lay me on my side about three fourths turned on my stomach and pulled my top leg up towards my chest. What touched me wasn't lube, it was his tongue. He licked and nibbled all over my butt. He worked me till I mewed and whimpered like his puppy, which I was. Then I felt his finger go in. Soon he had two fingers in me getting me ready. Every so often he hit the magic spot and I took a sharp breath. When he thought I was ready he started entering me. He took his time, talking me through it all. When he was all the way in he lay still, massaging my package to distract me and telling me to relax. He took his time and made sure I got my nut more than once. He went slow and easy. Feeling him move in and out of me and the feeling of being too full and then something sucking my guts out was unreal. I wondered why I waited so long to try this, or why he didn't show me earlier. Didn't matter because now I knew and I wanted to know a lot more. He did me that same slow and easy way he did in DC. This time while he moved in and out he bathed my neck or stuck his tongue in my ear. All I could do was moan or groan and whisper to him for more. When his hand slipped under my chest I shifted so he could get my nipples and told him to set them on fire. He kept whispering in my ear about how good I smelled and how beautiful it felt to be in me. When he pushed in he'd hit that magic spot and I couldn't help it, I whimpered and had to bite the bed to keep from screaming out. It felt like nothing I could describe, it was so good. Sometimes he coached me on squeezing my butt muscles; said it was called milking him. While he shifted every nerve in my body to high, I'd reach back and rub my palm along his face. I felt his body against me from head to toe, soft and warm. There was something nice about feeling him in me. All I could say to him was how nice it felt and then tell him "Fuck me, Uncle Ray, fuck me." And he did. When we finished he put some tissue in my crack; said it worked like a cork. He lay down and I scooted up and settled in my normal nest. As I lay there I thought about reading where the guy being fucked tells the one doing the fucking to give it to him hard; I wondered how that would feel. Would it feel any different than when he'd pound my butt without stickin' in me? He didn't mind pounding me and pulling my nips till they stung then; why not now? I also thought about reading where the guys go to sleep with one still stuck in the other. I wanted to do that some time, too. I held on to him and thought about the fun we could have tomorrow. He ran his fingers through my hair and I was gone. End Chapter Thirty-Five To Be Continued: comments welcome; contact Dwight Wilson at adm2780@yahoo.com