Date: Tue, 27 Feb 2007 16:52:54 -0800 (PST) From: adm2780 Subject: Brads Idol Chapter Thirty-Nine Rev 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. For those who enjoy reading a story containing more than one sex scene after another, try reading "Never Take Love For Granted" by Matthew Templar, posted under Adult Youth. Chapter One is posted and Chapter Two has just been sent in. I have had the privilege of reading the first four chapters and enjoyed it very much. Chapter Thirty-Nine: Brad's Idol Revised 2/27 We had to be at the hospital at eight o'clock Tuesday morning. I didn't understand why if they weren't doing anything until Wednesday. Uncle Ray said it was a preliminary check-in which translated, meant they wanted to verify how the bill was going to be paid. I wasn't sure if he was kidding or not, but he said he wasn't. The bad thing about being there that early was that I couldn't have any breakfast. It was something about not eating a certain number of hours before they took blood samples. I asked how they took the samples and when Uncle Ray said a needle I knew this was not going to be a fun time. Uncle Ray said it would only be like an itty-bitty bee sting. We'll just say that his idea of itty-bitty and my idea of itty-bitty were not the same. The preliminary work for a forty-five minute operation took an hour and a half. They stuck me three times, made me drink something I still don't know what it was, and I had to pee in a cup. I could handle the peeing part; it was the cup that gave me a problem. I was so worried about missing the target that I couldn't pee. I called Uncle Ray and told him my problem. Before it was over he had me laughing so hard I couldn't stop peeing and still didn't do a good job hitting the target. Breakfast was at Shoney's. I helped myself big time to the breakfast bar. Uncle Ray did his fair share of damage, too. I probably wouldn't have eaten so much if it hadn't been in front of me, but it was and I did. We ate so much that we didn't bother with lunch that day. Besides, Uncle Ray said we were having an early supper. We did get to his office so he could find out if he was still in business. I heard him answering phone calls and returning messages. He was on the phone with a real estate lady. I figured he was buying another piece of property somewhere. I was right, but it wasn't the kind he normally bought, as I found out later. I knew everybody in the office and didn't have any problem keeping myself occupied. When one of the guys was headed out to the clerk's office for some recordings, he invited me along. Uncle Ray said it was okay and I got to see some of the people at the courthouse that I hadn't seen since last summer. Recordings took a little longer than normal. When we got back I could tell Uncle Ray was talking to my dad. The only part I caught was something about dad knowing where the spare key was and letting himself in. Uncle Ray told him he'd have me with him and dad could take my room. Since we didn't have any lunch, we left for an early supper and then headed for home. While we drove I started thinking about what was happening the next day. After supper I helped with the clean-up and we settled on the sofa. Thinking about the next day, I just wanted to veg some. When he settled in his usual spot, I settled next to him and just leaned against him. Soon he wrapped an arm around me and I melted in. Sitting there like that the part leaning against him was warm and comfy; the other part was a little chilled. Being naked didn't help a whole lot so I mentioned the possibility of a fire. He thought the fire sounded good and while he took care of that I headed out to find a blanket. When I came back I had a light blanket to wrap over us. He suggested I put on my warm-up suit. I looked at him like he had to be kidding. All I needed to do was snuggle in and get under the blanket. We settled in and watched television. The big attraction at that moment was the news. After the news he suggested we draw a tub of hot water. To make it extra good, he said I could use some bubble bath ^Ö something he didn't usually care for. As I sat in his lap, he used the bubbles to clean me and shampoo my hair. He mentioned I wasn't as bouncy as normal and wanted to know what was bothering me. When I didn't admit to anything he asked if it had anything to do with the surgery tomorrow. "Kinda," I told him. "Are you afraid or nervous?" "Not really afraid. I know you and Dad wouldn't let 'em do it if it didn't need to be done. It's just that ^Å.. I don't know how to explain it." He pulled me in close and held me tight. "How about a little nervous over not knowing what to expect and what's going to happen?" "Yeah," I said, "I guess. But, why are we doin' it now if we have to do it again when I'm older. Why can't we just wait and do it when I'm older?" "You know, kiddo, that sounds like somebody looking for a reason not to correct a problem now. One of the big reasons for doing it now is that the longer we wait the worse the problem will get. If we wait too long, you could lose control of the eye and lose the sight in that eye. In other words, we have to do it now because it's the best thing for you and that's part of our job. We're supposed to see to it that whatever happens, it's the best thing for you. Believe me, if we didn't really need to get this done, there's no way your dad and I would let anyone near you. We've both got a bad habit of loving you just like you are and being just a little protective." Then he gave me a tight squeeze and a kiss on top of my head. Who could argue with that? When we got out of the tub he gave me one of his special rough rubdowns with the towel to dry me off. They always felt good and got me bouncing. Before he settled down on the sofa he put some more wood on the fire. It flared up some and started popping so he made sure the screen was completely closed. When he finally settled down I settled in his lap, straddling him with my knees on the sofa and toes over the edge. I just looked at him. "Alright, kid. I recognize the mischief in those eyes," he told me, trying to hide a smile. I leaned against him and kissed him on the neck and whispered in his ear that I loved him. He took the hint and started scratching my butt. I lay there and enjoyed it for a few minutes and then told him I wanted him to scratch my magic spot. I let him know that I'd already made sure I was clean and put the Vaseline on the table. He told me I was a little conniver. So? "I have a better idea. Rather than work your magic spot tonight, how about if I give you a powder rub? I don't want you getting all worked up just before you need to get to sleep, and you'll be going to bed shortly. We have to get up at 5:30 tomorrow morning. Besides, if the doctors start checking things, I don't want to explain to them why you have Vaseline up your butt. Get up and I'll get the powder for you." I thought my idea was more fun and he could wear me out making me feel good; I'd really sleep good then. I also understood he didn't want to explain lube up my treasure hole; I didn't want to have to explain it, either. When he came back he had the powder and a glass of water. He said for me to enjoy the water because that was the last I could have until after the surgery. When I protested he had an interesting explanation and option. "The doctors and nurses don't want you peeing on them during the operation. If they found out you had water after the time they gave us, then you'd have a choice between two things. One would be a catheter, which is a small tube stuck up your little pee hole to drain the bladder. The bad thing about that is when they take it out and you have to pee, it hurts; and that's with a capital 'H'. The second choice is a diaper, just like when you were a baby." "Noooo way! I'm not wearin' a diaper for nobody." I sipped on the water. As usual, he laid me across his lap and sprinkled me with powder. His hands felt good as they moved up and down my back. It was especially nice when he worked a small area at a time and slowly worked his way down. Like always, he skipped over my butt and reached down behind my knees. The end of his thumb dug into my leg and inched its way up to my butt. The closer he got to the sensitive areas, the more I opened my legs and relaxed. His fingers worked their way down through the valley and found the perineum, which he massaged gently with two fingers. Then he'd slip down and caress the twins. Sometimes he let my package go and moved up to work my nips. One of my favorite parts was when he would have me straddle his lap and lean against his legs. He'd bend over and lick or nibble my nips while he had kept a secure grip on my whole package. When he nibbled the nips and ran his fingernails up and down my sides it was all I could do not to holler as loud as possible. He took to great highs where I was in my own world. Always, it wound up with me whimpering like a wet puppy and melting into him. *** Five thirty comes mighty early. Feeling something on my butt, I turned and saw my dad sitting next to me. He woke me and said we had to get dressed to go. I protested, but it didn't do any good. I noticed that I had my special sleeping shorts on. I didn't remember putting those on. In fact, I didn't remember going to bed, which means Uncle Ray carried me to bed. "Hi," was all I could manage that early. "Hi, yourself," he answered. "Time to get up and go. Brought you something Ray thought you might want." I wasn't awake enough to ask what he brought me. He held up my Cherokee necklace; the one that wards off bad spirits. I just smiled while he put it on me. "Hey, Brad. You up?" That was Larry. "What are you doin' here?" I asked, surprised. "Your dad said I could come give you a hard time." "Gee, thanks, dad." I said more than a little sarcastically. Since I didn't get to eat any breakfast or have anything to drink, it took me all of about ten minutes to dress and brush my teeth. Once we got to the hospital, they told me to undress and get in bed. I could've just walked in wearing my shorts and saved everybody time. Uncle Ray was right about one thing. When they stuck that needle in the back of my hand, that was not fun. Worse, they left it there. A nurse came in and asked for my dad. Dad and Uncle Ray pointed at one another. When she looked at me I told her I had two dads. She looked at Larry and just nodded. Poor lady, she was confused. I thought she should have to put up with both of them all the time like I did. All I can remember was having to wear a gown that was wide open in the back and since that left part of me naked, it was cold. They took me to a holding area where people kept asking me how I felt and talking to dad and Uncle Ray. I saw the nurse stick a needle in the tube. The next thing I remembered was somebody waking me and asking me how I felt. These people did not communicate; everybody wanted t know how I felt. Dad asked me if I wanted anything. I told him I felt like I was trying to move in a fog and felt weird; I couldn't see right. I remember him saying something about being awake and a nurse came in. She looked at the side of my face; that's when I realized there was a big bandage there covering my left eye. When she asked me if I needed anything, I let her know I was hungry. Uncle Ray said he would go out and get a hamburger if it was all right for me to have it. I fell asleep before the hamburger came. This time, when I woke up again, I really woke up. I was wide awake and had to go, bad. They had me in this bed with the sides up so I couldn't get out. It was like an overgrown baby crib. When I told Uncle Ray I needed to get up and go to the bathroom, he told me to stay put and handed me this little pitcher. When I protested he told me I had to either use the pitcher or wet the bed. He said I couldn't get up until somebody came and unfastened some of the stuff they had on me and stuck in me. Finally, they let me up and I was ready to go home. I needed to go again but I wasn't saying anything. The hamburger was cold and soggy; the fries weren't worth talking about. Instead of going straight home, Uncle Ray took us all out for bar-b-que. I looked at the clock, I'd spent all day at the hospital; no wonder I was so hungry. What happened to 'it will only take about forty-five minutes'? At Uncle Ray's I was told to make myself comfortable on the sofa and stay there. I started to protest when I was told to choose between the sofa and the bedroom. After I settled on the sofa, Dad said he had to get back and was taking off. I looked at him and he did the same as always. There was no hug, no kiss, he didn't even mess up my hair; it was just a quick so long and see you Sunday. Over the years I learned not to let that bother me; it's just the way he was. When I needed someone to hold me and let me feel that I was loved, I knew Uncle Ray was there; he never felt like showing someone you cared was sissy. Once we knew Dad was gone, Larry and I both got comfortable. Since I was supposed to stay on the sofa I let Larry take my clothes to the bedroom. Uncle Ray came in with another pill that he said was for pain and some kind of anti-biotic. When he settled down he had me on one side and Larry on the other. This was probably the quietest evening he'd ever get with both Larry and me in the house. The next thing I remembered was waking up in the bedroom. I was snuggled in my nest and it was dark. The clock said it was three-something. I was in my nest and wide awake. I also had a problem. After taking care of my problem I slipped back into my nest, but I was still wide awake and I had to take care of another problem. I put a towel over his leg and then straddled it. At first, I just moved kind of slow and easy, enjoying the feelings. My arm stretched across his stomach, with the other one under his shoulder. I lost myself in how good I felt, concentrating on deep breaths and the way the towel tickled the sensitive triangle. "Uuummmmppphhh ^Å^Å uummmmmppphhh ^Å^Å oooohhhhh ^Å.. oooohhhh ^Å..uummpphh ^Å. Ooohh gaaahhhddd ^Å.. uuummmpphh ^Å.. ooohhhh ^Å. Ooohhh " I felt his hand squeeze my cheek. "Easy, kiddo. You alright?" "Nooooo," I answered, "I'm horny and tryin' ta get my nut. Uuummmpphhh" I lay there humping his leg. I didn't even stop to answer him. He shifted around and pulled me on top, spreading my legs to each side so I looked like a frog sitting on him. It's been a long time since I humped him like that or straddled him this way. I put my hands under each shoulder for leverage and started humping away. "Aren't you going to hold my butt and help me?" "Why? You seem to be doing a pretty good job on your own." "Uuunnhhh ^Å..uuuummmmppphh ^Å. Oooohhhhh ^Å.. oooohhhhh ^Å..aaaaaahhhh ^Å ooohh ^Å ooohh" I humped like a rabbit in heat. I could feel his fingers playing with my butt. "Oooohh .. ooohh .. oooohh ^Åoohh fuuuuck ^Å. I'm cummminnng ^Å" As soon as I told him I was there he stuck his finger in my hole; hard, fast and deep. "AAAAAAAHHHHH ..oohh .. oohh ..oohhhhhhhh gaaahhd ^Å. Oooohhhhh. Uncle Raay? Good one." I told him, panting for breath while I tried to clamp down on his finger and wiggle my butt to feel more. He held me while I caught my breath, still whimpering from the sensations of a good high. I just leaned into him while his fingers stroked through my hair. He whispered to me to take deep breaths and let it out slowly. I didn't realize that I'd broken into a sweat while I did that. He rolled me on my side and used the towel to wipe my juices off both of us. While he patted my butt he told me to settle back in my nest; he still needed some rest. *** Thursday I found myself restricted to the house. This meant Larry was too since Uncle Ray left mid-morning to head to his office. He said it was end of the quarter and payroll tax time. We weren't totally bored. Remember, there was a pool table and Pac-Man in the house. We did the Pac-Man thing with the loser having to kiss the winner's butt. Normally, I didn't mind letting Larry kiss my butt, but this time for some reason, he was winning more than me. I decided we should try the pool table, but I didn't do any better there. This was not my day. When lunch time came around, which wasn't too long after our mid-morning snack, I found some French-bread pizzas in the freezer. These were some of my favorite, especially the three-meat kind. When I told Larry this was lunch he said he didn't like cold pizza. I told him I hadn't planned on eating them straight from the freezer; they'd be better cooked in the oven. I forgot that he wasn't allowed to fool with the stove at home; for that matter, neither was I. We called Uncle Ray and he told us what to do and to not forget to use the timer so we didn't forget and burn everything down. That afternoon, things started getting boring. Larry thought it'd be fun to play slave, with him as the slave. Normally I'd tell him to forget it, but today I was just in one of those moods. I didn't mind being catered to and waited on. First on my list was a nice shower with him bathing me. I needed one since I hadn't had one since I got up and probably smelled a little from my early morning session with Uncle Ray. The trick behind playing this game was to make sure the slave knew who was in charge and to punish him without really hurting him. To show who was in charge Larry had to step into the shower and turn the water on. When the water first comes out, it's cold; it doesn't matter which handle you turn, it's cold. The slave must stand there and endure the temperature until it is just right; and it never is the first time, even if it really is. When the slave says the water is how the master prefers it, the master steps in and immediately protests. After proper adjustments are made instructions are then given for the type of bath. The bath can be invigorating or sensual, or anything else the master chooses. I chose sensual. Sensual means every square inch gets special attention, and Larry was real good with nips, the sac and the crack; boy, was he ever good running a fingernail down the crack. To avoid punishment the slave must make the master enjoy the bath and get his nut, if he so desires, before the water cools down. Larry never made it. Punishment was for him to dry me off good and then go ahead of me to prepare the sofa and have a good show on the television. He received two hand swats delivered only hard enough to tingle. He giggled and thanked me properly as all slaves should. This was followed by him sitting on the floor and massaging my feet. Cool game, right? Guess who made up the rules. Uncle Ray came in while Larry was massaging my feet, and he wasn't alone. He had Ben with him, which meant I lost my slave. As soon as Ben got comfortable (naked) he and Larry played the butt kissing game on Pac-Man. Larry did most of the kissing this time, but he enjoyed that with Ben. Uncle Ray said he was willing to bet that Larry lost deliberately. Uncle Ray asked what we did all day. We told him we just hung around; he knew better and didn't ask. When we went to bed I could hear Larry and Ben in the other room. They weren't sleeping. From the sound of things, whatever Ben was doing made Larry real happy. Uncle Ray wouldn't let me do much because of my eye, but he did promise I could make up for it tomorrow after I got an all clear from the doctor. That's when I found out I had to see the doctor in the morning. *** The doctor removed the bandage and gave me an A+ on recovery. He said I didn't have to wear a bandage if I didn't want because everything was closed. He did some strange tests to make sure I could see all right and control the eye. As we left his office I felt relieved and was ready to enjoy the rest of my vacation. When we got in the car I did remember to give Uncle Ray and hug and tell him thanks. Larry and Ben sat in the back seat playing grab-ass. Ben asked if we could all go to Tom & Betty's again for lunch. Like before, Uncle Ray ordered three sandwiches and drinks. We ate and were still entertained by all the stuff on the walls. When we got home and Uncle Ray left to handle personal business, we started making our plans. We had only two days and two nights for fun. Part of our fun had to be ganging up on Uncle Ray and torturing him like last time. This was going to take some planning. Turned out that Uncle Ray had his own plans for fun. After we got home he told Ben and Larry he was going to show them how to play a new game called "rack the balls". He put Larry up on the corner of the table and told him to stay there. He also told him not to move or he might hurt himself. Larry, being trusting, just sat there while Uncle Ray started explaining the game. When Larry realized which balls would most likely get racked, he almost ripped them off trying to get down. That night Uncle Ray and I got one of our leisurely soak baths. I soaked, he bathed and pampered. We stayed in until the water started getting cool. Then it was Larry and Ben's turn. Uncle Ray said the hot water tank would have recharged as long as he and I were in there, so Ben and Larry wouldn't have any problems. They stayed in there until the water turned cool. Larry came out with a smile on his face. It was like Ben said, Larry was born ready. I didn't ask; I didn't want to know. On the way to bed that night I followed Uncle Ray in. I let him know that I wasn't tired and we had some playtime to make up. He always accused me of having a mischievous grin; you should have seen him when he turned around. He caught me by surprise and I stopped in my tracks. It didn't do any good because he grabbed me and threw me on the bed. Before I stopped bouncing and could get my bearings he was stretched out on top of me and had my arms stretched above my head as far as they would go without coming out of the sockets. I hollered 'NOOOOOOO' and started giggling like crazy. He ignored me and attacked my armpits. He attacked the rest of me too, every spot he could find. I was where I wanted to be, getting what I wanted. I knew I was in heaven when he lubed me up good and his finger found my magic spot. As he worked me I told him to loosen me up so I could sit on his pole. My whole body felt like it was on fire. He had two fingers in me and was having to hold me down to keep me on the bed. I don't know how many times I went over the edge that night. I do know that he gave me all the attention and took nothing. Before I could sit on his pole I fell asleep, exhausted. The next morning Larry and Ben teased me about how much noise I made. They didn't have any room to talk. That afternoon was payback, in aces. All three of us tackled Uncle Ray and put cuffs on him. We knew he could have thrown us off anytime he wanted, but he let us have our fun. We made sure we took our time and teased him as much as we knew how. Larry had a good time putting the vibrator plug up his butt and running the speed up and down. After a while, we did let him up, hoping he'd go for payback; he did. Grabbing Ben and me, he pulled the bed out of the sofa. He tossed us on the bed and straddled us to keep us down while he and Larry tied us to the top bar. Then he told Larry he was going to teach him how to really make us climb a wall. He used feathers, fingernails in extra sensitive areas, kissed and licked spots and teased us with his fingertips. He did me while Larry duplicated the moves on Ben. The only thing Larry couldn't do was when Uncle Ray rubbed the tip of my pride and joy over his day old beard. When he'd start stroking us and he thought we were close he used his thumb and middle finger to thump the head. We hollered that it hurt, but our laughing didn't let the complaints sound convincing. Larry was having a great time when Uncle Ray had him stand in the middle of the doorway to the hall. The doorway between the hall and living room was a set of double French doors. Larry stood there watching Uncle Ray and laughing at us. The next thing he knew Uncle Ray had his arms strung out and secured to the door hinges. Larry was spread out in the doorway and the expression on his face said he couldn't wait to get the attention. Ben and I were let loose to play with Larry. He squealed and hollered and loved every minute of it. He really loved it when Ben stuck the toy plug in him; you should have seen the dance he did when Ben ran the speed up and down. Uncle Ray sat on the bed and read his paper while we did our thing with Larry. After a while I stopped and let Ben have his fun with Larry; I got in Uncle Ray's lap. After I gave him a hug I turned around, sitting in his lap and melted into him. I always enjoyed sitting like that especially when he wrapped an arm across me and kept me close. He whispered in my ear asking me if I was tired. I admitted to being a little tired and was resting a little. I was reserving my energy for later when we went to bed. It was a good vacation and I wanted it to end with a real good time. When we went to bed I told him I wanted to sit on him; he said I wasn't prepared. I protested, telling him I could take it, but it didn't help. Rather than ruin the mood of the night I climbed up and straddled him with my knees on the mattress. Leaning forward, I propped my hands on his pillow and started teasing him by biting his ear and then licking the inside. He put his hands on my side and I told him he either had to let me play like this or let me sit on his pole. He could have stopped me, but he let me go and I put all I had into teasing him and making him feel good. I licked and kissed the side of his neck, starting on one side and not breaking contact till I reached the other side. Working my way down to his nips I tongued, nibbled and pinched till he was breathing deeply and moaning. While I nibbled I ran my fingernails up and down his sides and in circles. Gradually I slipped my butt down and made sure I tongued down both sides till I reached his package. At his package I teased the tip of his pole then moved to the twins. While I worked his sac I made a note that next time I needed to trim the hair. I told him he way too many pubes; I wondered what I'd look like when I got pubes. After I worked the package some and fingered his hole he grabbed me and flipped me upside down. He was now tonguing my hole and pushing his tongue in. While he tongued me he pinched my nipples. It was a contest on who moaned the loudest. It was late when we finished. Both of us covered in sweat and juices. He laid me on top of him and rubbed my back while running his fingers through my hair. I held on to him and fell asleep. Did I have a good spring vacation? Oh yeah; except for Wednesday, of course. Larry and Ben had a good time too. End Chapter Thirty-Nine To Be Continued; comments welcome, contact Dwight Wilson at adm2780@yahoo.com