Date: Fri, 2 Mar 2007 17:01:07 -0800 (PST)
From: adm2780 <adm2780@yahoo.com>
Subject: Brads Idol  Chapter Forty

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Chapter Forty: Brad's Idol ready 3/2 Post 3/3

The week following spring vacation a number of people said something to me
about my eyes.  I was still wearing a band-aid where they cut me, but I
really didn't need to.  I thought I'd wear it for effect.  When I thought
people were saying something because of the band-aid I found out it was
because one eye looked different than the other.  This went on all week and
that worried me.  At the end of the week, when I got home, there was a
package in the mail from Uncle Ray.  After I opened it, I decided to call
him.

"Uncle Ray, it's me.  This wasn't nice."

"I'm sorry; and good afternoon to you, too. I'm fine; thank you for
asking."

"Okay, I hear ya.  Hi Uncle Ray, it's me.  How ya doin'?"

"I'm fine kiddo.  How 'bout you?"

"I'm not.  This wasn't nice."

"I'm sorry.  What wasn't nice?"

"This package you sent me.  The one with my trust books and the payments to
post."

"Actually, I thought I was being very nice.  I could have given it to you
while you were here, or even in Atlanta.  Now, that wouldn't have been
nice, would it?"

"No, I guess not.  Actually, I don't care.  I can do 'em.  I just wanted ta
call."

"Then why don't you just call when you feel like calling?"

"Dad says I shouldn't disturb you at work."

"That never bothered you when you were here or over at university."

"I know, but he didn't know I was callin'.  I never told 'im."

"I see.  Now, do you want to tell me why you're calling now?"

"Just because ... and, well, guess what! I got two pubes."

"Really?  That's great.  Do you know what I want you to do now?"

"Nooo."

"Pull both of them out and save them.  I'll put those in your growing up
memories book.  Later, when you're grown and sitting around sharing
memories with your wife, you can show them to her.  Label the page 'My
First Pubes'."  He was trying to hide the sound of him laughing, but he
didn't do a good job.

"Nooo!  No way!  If I pull 'em out I won't have any more.  Besides, I'm
savin' em'."

"What are you saving them for?  Don't tell me you plan on framing them."

"That doesn't make any sense.  I'm savin' 'em till I get more.  You know
what that means don'tcha?  I'm getting' bigger."

"Yeah, I know, my boy's growin' up on me."

"Uncle Ray, you know you hadn't called me that in a while.  I like it."

"I like it too, kiddo.  What else you callin' about?"

"My eye.  A lot of kids said somethin' 'bout my eye lookin' better.  Do I
hafta have the other one done too?"

"Yes, but not till summer.  Your dad and I decided to do them one at a
time.  We weren't sure how you would react and didn't like the idea of you
having to wear a patch over both eyes at the same time.  So we decided on
one at a time.  We'll talk about it next time I see you, okay?"

"When will that be?"

"Not too long.  Remember, you're in the last grading period for this school
year."

"But you're comin' down before school's out, aren't ya?"

"Most likely.  But there's something else I want you to do.  When was the
last time you talked with your grandmother and aunt?"

"It was a couple weeks before I came to see you."

"I know.  I'm willing to bet you talk to them about once a month.  You need
to talk to them at least twice a month.  Remember, son, those two ladies
don't have anyone else and you mean a lot to them.  You're growing up and
they know it.  Give them some memories and I'll see you in a couple of
weeks. Okay?"

"Okay, I will; promise.  Love ya."

After we talked I knew I'd get to spend at least part of my summer with
him, 'cause that's when he'd have my other eye fixed.  I still wasn't real
sure about what was wrong with it, but the kids at school noticed.  After I
hung up I did my trust books.  I knew that if he sent them, dad would know
about it and ask as soon as he came home.

Sure enough, it happened.  As soon as dad got home he asked me if I got a
package from Uncle Ray.  When I told him I did he wanted to see it.  I told
him I'd already done it and it was ready to be mailed back, but he wanted
to look anyway.  So, I gave the papers to him.  He almost acted surprised
when he saw I did it right.  I told him Uncle Ray made me do them; he
didn't do them for me.  He didn't believe it before.

That night I did what Uncle Ray said and called my grandma and aunt.  They
sounded happy that I called and I have to admit that it was nice to talk
with them.  It felt good to call 'just because'.  The truth was that I was
usually bored on weekends.  John lived on the street behind us, but every
other weekend he went to visit his dad.  Billy was another street over and
he had to do the same thing.  Seemed like I was the only kid around whose
parents were divorced, but I didn't go visit the other parent on a regular
basis.  Truth was, I didn't see my mom more than once, maybe twice, in a
year.

Living in South Florida, spring break at school signaled the beginning of
something else; time to cut the lawn.  Larry and I were advised on Friday
night that we would have the privilege of cutting the yard the next
morning.  Goody!

Saturday morning the resident lawn boys found themselves left alone.  Dad
had to go the office and work, same with Kathy.  Laura went with Kathy.
That left just us.  Larry wore my old special cut shorts I'd given him and
I wore my new special cut shorts.  When I put them own I saw that I had
grown, I showed more bare butt than usual; so did Larry.  It was just us
and we liked it like that.  We didn't even bother with shoes.  Why?  No one
was there to fuss with us.

Uncle Ray always told me if there was something I had to do that was
actually work, it would go better if we figured out how to make it fun.
Two boys, one almost thirteen and the other almost twelve, running around
as close to naked as we could get, sweatin', grass stickin' to us and water
hoses available.  One thing I forgot when the hoses came out was the shorts
were almost see-through when they got wet; and get wet they did.  Larry
played his game being the slave.  He even put the collar on.

This was not organized work and play.  Adults think you should do your
work, then take time to play.  The way to have fun is to mix the two.  Work
a little, play a lot.  If you have enough time, eventually the work gets
finished, and that's what happened.  We pushed the mower up and down the
yard a few times and grabbed the hoses to have a water fight.  I grabbed
Larry's shorts and hosed him down the front; he did the same to me.  About
half way through the front yard we realized it was a good thing we lived on
the edge of civilization because our wet shorts showed a lot.

We took the whole morning to do what could have been done in a couple of
hours.  How do you compare a morning of horsing around and getting the work
done to two hours of pure work?  The combo wins every time.  After we
cleaned off the driveway and walk, I told Larry we better find some other
shorts before Kathy or my dad got home and our butts got blistered by more
than the sun; we were pushing the limit and knew it..  Besides, I wanted to
take a shower and get the dirt and grass off me.

Before we went in we rinsed our shorts off with the hose.  When we got
inside we just tossed them in the dryer.  When I headed to the shower Larry
followed; something I didn't expect.  We'd showered together before, but
not normally at home when somebody might catch us.  He kept his slave
collar on; he wasn't finished playing.

"Slave, rinse me and then clean me off.  Be sure you do a good job or you
know what will happen."

"Yes, master."

As master I ordered him into the shower.  It was his duty to get the water
at the right temperature.  It was my duty to always tell him he didn't do
it right and would be punished.  His only hope to avoid punishment was to
make sure I enjoyed my shower.  If I didn't enjoy my shower then he had to
bend over while I smacked each cheek twice.  They weren't hard smacks and,
for some dumb reason, he liked it.  I was sure that sometimes he screwed up
my shower just so I had to smack his butt.

He guided me under the shower, turning me so my whole body was rinsed and
then guided me to stand against the back wall.  Instead of soap he squirted
shampoo over my nipples and began a slow circular massage.  When he touched
my nipples, they were so sensitive I thought I was going to jump off the
floor.  He concentrated his thumbs on pulling and lightly stroking my nips.
He'd break away and rub his hands over my stomach and down my back, but
always came back to my nips.  They were my sensitive spot and he knew it.
While his thumbs and hands worked away he tongue bathed my neck and ears. I
stood there, moaning with the pleasures.

His tongue was buried in my left ear when he pulled me from the wall.  His
hand traveled down my back, circled my cheeks and then he pulled two
fingers up my crack.  When I felt his fingernails cross my pucker I tensed
up and groaned.

"Ohhh shit Lar, where'd you learn this?"

"I practiced on Ben.  Me and him don't go to sleep when we go to bed."

"No shit.  Ya'll must practice a lot.  Play with my ass, slave."

"Ooohhh ^Åmmmmmppphhhh ^Å.ohhh yeeaaahhhh^Å.lick thos tits ^Å. Yeah..suck
'em good^Å..oooohhhh fuuuck^Å^Å dam you're good^Å..I'm so
horny^Åyeeeaaah^Å. Stand against the wall.  I'm gonna hump you to get nut,
slave.  You gotta play with my crack and suck my tits; make 'em burn.  Make
me beg for more or you'll be punished."

I held his butt and began an easy humping.  I couldn't stay slow for long
because I was so horny.  He moaned while he slurped and nibbled at my nips.
I threw my head back and chest out to make it easier for him.  When here
slid a finger down my crack and played around my hole I thought I'd lose it
right there.  I was so horny I didn't stop him from playing with my hole.
Normally, only Uncle Ray played there.

"Brad, you wanna fuck me?" he offered between pants.

"Nooo, man, just make those tits burn; let 'em know you're there."

He nibbled on one and twisted the other so hard that I cried out.  With
each thrust I whimpered.  I needed to shoot so bad but wanted this to keep
going.  Finally, all too quickly, I shot my load.  It still wasn't a lot,
but it felt like my dick was exploding.  When I started to slow my humping
he grabbed my butt and humped me.  It only took a few times till he was
whimpering and I knew he'd gone over the edge.  Neither of us realized the
water had gotten cold.

"Brad, thanks for holding me so I could finish."

"You took care of me, Lar; that's what I should do.  Doesn't Ben let you
finish?"

"Usually, but sometimes he doesn't.  Brad, can I tell you a secret?"  I
waited for his secret.  "I keep havin' this dream.  Me, you and Ben, and
sometimes it's me, you and Uncle Ray, well, when it's Ben, he's on his back
and I'm ridin' his pole.  While I do that you're sittin' on his face so he
can tongue fuck ya while you and me make out.  When it's Uncle Ray, you're
ridin' his pole and I'm sittin' on his chest with his finger up my butt
while we make out."

I just looked at him before I answered. "Lar, I think you can leave Uncle
Ray out of that dream."

"Brad, can I ask ya somethin'?  I never had anybody work my magic spot like
I heard ya talkin' about.  Can you do me sometime?"

"I never done it to anybody.  Uncle Ray done it to me.  But I can try.
We'll have ta do it when we're alone.  If I do it right, you'll squeal like
a girl and then some 'cause it feels so good.  Another thing, you'll have
to be sure you're clean; I don't wanna feel any Baby Ruths."

The rest of the afternoon we were good.  When we went to bed that night
Larry said he'd cleaned himself out and wanted me to find his magic spot.
Uncle Ray thought I was bad about wanting to play; at least I had a reason.
Being in the early stages of puberty it was normal for me to feel horned up
and needing to experiment.  Larry was either developing early or, as Ben
said, he was just born ready.

He slipped into bed with me naked, like he did almost every night.  I
whispered to him that he better keep quiet or we'd both be in a big pile of
trouble.  He had a pair of underwear he rolled up and bit into.  I felt him
ad he was already lubed.  Talk about coming prepared.  I got on my knees
between his legs and stuck my middle finger in, but nothing happened.  I
stuck a second finger in and he squirmed some, but it wasn't because I
found his spot.

After poking around a while I just about decided he didn't have a magic
spot yet when I touched something and the whole upper part of his body
cleared the bed.  The big problem was I didn't know what I'd touched, so I
had to keep exploring.  After a few minutes I hit it again and kept
rubbing.  He flopped around like a fish out of water.  It's a good thing he
had that underwear stuffed in his mouth too or we both would have caught my
dad's belt across our butts.  We'd both have a good reason to be jumpin'
around.

***

We had another three day weekend before school was out.  It wasn't a
holiday except for school kids.  Just before it came I called Uncle Ray and
asked him if I could come up.  He told me he was coming down that weekend.
That was not as good as me goin' to him, but I'd take it.  He came down
Thursday night.  When I found out he was comin' Thursday night and it'd
just be me, Uncle Ray and Larry at home, I told Larry to forget his fantasy
because it wasn't going to happen.

He came in Thursday night, but it was late.  I told Larry he had to stay in
his bed.  We blew up the mattress before we hit the sack and I waited.  I
woke sometime during the night with him holding me.  I never knew when he
came to bed.  I gave him a hug and settled into my spot.

Friday morning didn't go exactly like I thought it would.  Uncle Ray woke
both of us and said we had to mow the yard.  He had to be kidding.  He
wasn't.  We put on our special shorts, had cold cereal for breakfast and
then it was outside.  I think I was still half asleep and staggering
around.

"What's the big idea?  We can do this after you're gone.  We wanna play."

"I told your dad we'd get this done this morning, so we do it this morning.
The sooner we start, the sooner we finish.  By the way, anyone tell either
of you those shorts are showing more than they cover?"

"These are our special shorts.  You know what they are."

"What I know, dear boy, is you're showin' a lot of butt and if your dad saw
them there'd be a lot of hell raisin' goin' on.  Let's get this yard taken
care of, then I'll take you two out for lunch.  After lunch we'll hit the
mall for some shorts and then see how much time we have.  Hurry, and we
might be able to get in a movie."

That Friday, one of the fastest lawn cutting jobs that lawn ever
experienced was performed.  We didn't even bother to get the water hose and
play.  Larry ran the mower, I had the power edger, and Uncle Ray ran the
blower to clean off the driveway and walk.  When everything was put away,
Uncle Ray his the shower.  Larry and I did a kind of pass through, at least
enough to be acceptably clean and then we headed out.

Before we left Uncle Ray had Larry try on my shorts.  Larry was as tall as
me now but he was still kind of skinny and didn't have a lot of butt.  My
shorts fit him fine but Uncle Ray said he'd get him a new pair so he didn't
always have my leftovers.  Uncle Ray drove the 442 down so I told Larry not
to bother with a shirt; we'd pop the tops.  This time both me and Larry sat
in the back feeling the breeze.  This was definitely cool.

Lunch was at the food court; get whatever you wanted.  We hit the sports
shop for shorts; I got two, Larry got one plus my old ones.  We had time to
see the latest Star Wars movie.  Too bad Laura had decided to spend the
night with one of her friends; she missed out.

When we got back home Larry and I made sure we performed a little style
cutting of our own on the shorts.  When we finished we put them on for
Uncle Ray to inspect.  My old ones looked good on Larry.  Just enough to be
cool; not enough for dad to fuss.  Larry wanted to split them up the side
some more but we talked him out of it.  Mine still showed the side of my
butt and covered more than the others.  Uncle Ray figured dad would
probably still fuss but that was okay.  Uncle Ray said dad needed a little
something to fuss about just on principal.

That night we all settled into our usual sleeping arrangements to begin
with.  I shared a bed with Uncle Ray.  He didn't let me fool around
much. But he held me and rubbed my back while we talked.  I told him it
seemed like sometimes all I thought about was getting' my nut and other
times I could go two or three days without it.  He said there wasn't
anything wrong; that it was normal.  Maybe so, but it sure was frustrating
sometimes.  After a while Larry was feeling left out, so I shared.  The
only play I got in was later when I humped Uncle Ray's leg.  He knew I was
doing it.  He squeezed my butt in rhythm with my humps.

Saturday, all of us, except Kathy, loaded into Uncle Ray's car and we
headed south.  Larry and Laura's dad was supposed to meet us at the Dania
exit.  They were staying with him the rest of the weekend.  When we dropped
them off Larry gave me his 'know what you're gonna be doin' grin as he
left.  After that, we headed to my grandma's.  This trip had to be planned
because it was rare for both my grandma and aunt to be off on Saturday, but
they were.

The dog and I played while the adults talked.  There was so much going back
and forth I couldn't follow everything.  I did pick up on the part where
I'd be coming to grandma's right after school for two weeks.  Grandma and
my aunt were talking about renting a condo in Key West for one of those
weeks.  Somewhere mixed into all this I heard about my eye being fixed and
then picked up on Mr. Larry and Todd's names.  Uncle Ray hadn't said
anything about them since we sold the lots last summer.  I knew this all
meant a busy summer and a good bit of it with Uncle Ray.  Also, something
was said about me working and building muscle.  I'd sort that one out
later.

Grandma wanted to take us to the country club where she worked for dinner,
but we weren't dressed for that.  Instead we went to one of her favorite
places near the beach.  By the time we ate and got back to the house it was
close to time to leave.  I don't know exactly when we left.  It was late
and I was tired; I slept on the way home.

When we got home I let Uncle Ray guide me into the bedroom.  He set me on
the side of the bed and pushed.  He left to talk to dad for a few minutes
and when he came back I was naked and stretched out.  I also made it to the
bathroom where I used a washcloth to clean off a little, including my
crack.  He started to get in the other bed when I said something.  He lay
with me, put me in my nest and patted my butt.  That's when I said no way.

Turning around I planted my butt right over his face and leaned down.  I
wanted at least one night with some playtime.  After all, he said it was
normal.  He started kissing my butt and then pinching me.  The pinching
stung a little but felt great.  He had me squirming in no time and then
started cleaning my crack.  I licked his head enough to have him at full
attention.  He was pushing his tongue in and out of my hole.  My fist was
wrapped around his pole and every time the tongue went in, I squeezed.  I
let him know there was some Vaseline under the side of the bed.

The Vaseline was for him to lube me.  My plan was for him to loosen me up
and I'd sit on his pole; that's why I didn't try to push him over the edge.
He got me lubed up, but then I got a surprise.  He put his middle finger at
my hole and whispered for me to push out like I was taking a dump.  When I
did, he jammed, I mean jammed hard and fast, his finger into my hole.  I
cleared both him and the bed.

Before I could catch my breath and adjust, he flipped me around so my face
was buried in the side of his neck.  He found my magic spot and worked it,
and worked it, and worked it.  I moaned, groaned, squirmed, and whimpered,
holding on for all I was worth while he sent thrills all through me.  I
definitely squirted more than once and made a mess of both of us.  At some
point he wiped us off and laid me out to rest.  He asked me if I was
alright.  Alright?  I told him it was fantastic.  I loved it when he shoved
his finger in like that.  Sleep was no problem that night.

Summer was going to be great.  I couldn't wait.

End Chapter Forty

To Be Continued; comments welcome, contact Dwight Wilson at
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