Date: Mon, 30 Apr 2007 17:43:30 -0700 (PDT) From: adm2780 Subject: Brads Idol Chapter Forty-Nine 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 Tried "Never Take Love For Granted" yet? I didn't write it, a friend did. Each chapter gets better than the previous chapters. If you like stories where the bad guys get it, try New Horizons under Authoritarian. It's an anti-authoritarian story. Chapter Forty-Nine: Brad's Idol The beginning of school is an exciting time for most kids. When we lived at university it was always exciting to see which old friends were still there and see which ones were gone. My first six years of school were while we lived there; I think I was the only kid that returned so many years. It was exciting, but it was sometimes disappointing when you hoped one friend was coming back and he didn't, and you never heard from them again. In time, you learned to accept. When we moved to Ft. Pierce, the beginning of school was exciting, but not in the same way. We didn't know anyone, except John, who lived on the street behind us. The first week kids seemed happy to meet old friends again and catch up on what they did during the summer. For Larry and me, it was trying to meet kids and make new friends. We spent most of the school year building our network of friends. Sometimes we shared friends, but mostly we each had our own unless we were friends with another brother- brother combination. This year, we were the kids not coming back. This year, Larry was the new kid who had to start all over again, except for Ben. I thought it might be easier for me since I had met a few guys on the basketball court, plus Todd was supposed to be attending this school. The school was brand new, and huge. The first day I decided you could know a hundred kids that went to this school and not see any of them during the day. One thing I was thankful for was during the first week and a half there was a grace period for being late. We literally had to carry a map with us to find the different rooms and learn the short- cuts. During class periods, I didn't see anyone that looked familiar. At the end of the day I headed to the bus stop to meet Larry and head home when I heard someone call out my name. When I looked I didn't see anyone that looked familiar and decided they were calling someone else with the same name. Then I felt somebody grab my shoulder. When I turned, it was Andy, the son of Uncle Ray's secretary. "Hey, Brad," he was smiling and being nice, which I appreciated. "My mom said you were staying here with Mr. Ray 'till the rents moved up. How's it goin'?" "Hey, Andy, I hadn't seen you since the party. This place is somethin' else; it's huge." "Yeah, they brought students here from three different schools. I think they made the old schools into elementary schools. This is supposed to be the largest middle school and middle school campus in the state, for whatever that's worth." While we talked and walked towards the buses, Larry caught up with us. "Andy, this is Larry, my step-brother." When I looked at Larry, I knew he and I would have to talk. "Larry, Andy's mom is Ms. Gail." "Hey, maybe we can get together some time after school?" Andy called out as he started moving away. "Buses are loadin'; gotta go." "See ya," I yelled after him. Then I turned to Larry. "Larry, when we get home, we gotta have a talk. I thought you were going to start drooling all over the place when you saw Andy. That's not gonna work around here." *** "Uncle Ray, we're home." I called to let him know where we were and that we survived the first day. He didn't say we needed to, but you never know. I didn't see anything laying around for him to cook for supper, either. "Do I need to pull anything out for supper?" "Hey, kid, glad you called." His voice sounded cheerful. "How was the first day of school?" "Usual; chaotic, disorganized, kids lost, late for class, schedules messed up; the usual." I was willing to bet he had no idea what 'the usual' meant. "Sounds like you had fun, then." Okay, I could accept that, wherever that came from. "How about telling me all about it when I get home, which should be in about an hour to an hour and a half? What are you up to now? Find a snack?" "Right now? I'm getting naked and then I'm looking for a snack." I thought I could catch him by surprise but he went on like I'd just told him the sun came up this morning. "Look in the fridge and you'll see a baking dish covered with foil; it's chicken breasts. Poke them with your finger. If they feel soft, leave them in the fridge. If they feel a little hard, set them out on the counter to finish thawing. I'm making chicken and rice for dinner. Do you have any homework?" "Just the usual, we have to write a short paper about what we did during the summer, but it's not due until Friday. Can I use the computer in your study?" I asked as I finished removing all my clothes except my ruby necklace that I decided to keep on; I thought it looked cool. "Larry," I yelled across the house, "do you have any homework before Uncle Ray asks me?" I figured I was one step ahead this time. He yelled back that he didn't. "I heard him yelling back to you." Uncle Ray didn't sound happy this time. "You guys need to learn not to yell into the phone; that was my eardrum you almost broke, kid. If the teacher doesn't care, then I don't care if you use the computer. I'll check the spelling and punctuation when you're finished." "Thanks. See ya when ya get home." When I pulled the dish out of the fridge and turned around, Larry was standing there, naked and half hard. I pretended not to notice the half hard part. As soon as I cleared the refrigerator door, he opened it and was looking for something to eat. Out came coke, dip and then he went to the pantry for chips. Snack complete. We headed out to the patio to enjoy the food. "Brad, can I ask ya somethin'?" Larry used his whiney voice so I knew he was nervous about asking what ever it was. I looked at him and waited. "How come you don't play around with me any more?" "What are you talkin' about?" I asked him, a little frustrated with the question because I really wasn't sure of the answer. That was some of the stuff I was trying to sort out. "Well, we used to sleep together at night and we could play around and have a good time. Now, we don't do anything. I've been havin' ta sleep in the room all by myself and, well, it's kinda lonely and boring. I liked it a lot better when we shared a bed and I'd cuddle into ya." Now, there was no doubt where this was headed. "What about when you were in Ft. Lauderdale? Didn't you sleep in a room by yourself at your dad's place?" "No. I shared a room with my step-brother. He's our age and has twin beds in his room too." While Larry told me this tidbit of information he got one of his dumb looking grins that said there was more to it than he was telling me. "Okay, let me guess," I said with a teasing smile, "you had two beds but only one had to be made up each morning." His smile said it all and I didn't ask for details. "Lar, you've only been here a week. If I haven't lost it all, you've been with Ben every night until day before yesterday. How can you be that hard-up already?" I asked him with a touch of exasperation in my voice. I knew what he wanted and I knew what Uncle Ray said about not making Larry the odd ball out, and that was creating a problem. "Okay. You slept with Uncle Ray last night when you should've been in your own room." As soon as he said it a look of 'don't go there' appeared on my face. "How'd you feel the night before when you had to sleep in your room by yourself? Not so much fun was it?" With that last question came a real hard tone of sarcasm that didn't make me any happier, but he did get his point across. "Larry, let me ask you this. If Ben was here and you had the choice of sleeping with him or me, which would you choose?" Point made. I may have made my point with Larry, but I still felt guilty for some reason. Another thing that bothered me was the fact that here was Larry with a wide open invitation for sex play and I'm saying no. As a hormone driven thirteen year old, shouldn't I have been ready to jump his bones and do whatever he wanted? More correctly with Larry, whatever I wanted? I didn't want Larry. In fact, at that moment, I didn't want sex with Uncle Ray either. Actually, part of me said that wasn't true either; things were getting real confused. I was back to the stage where I wanted sex all day and I had just as soon jump Larry's bones and then get Uncle Ray to jump my bones. I didn't care as long as I could have sex all day. I wanted to shoot till it hurt, the gun was empty and I had the proverbial 'blue balls'. Did that make me a slut or just a horny teenager? Larry and I played around in the pool for a little while and then I climbed out and lay on the chaise lounge. At first, I watched Larry do some dives and then, without realizing it, I drifted off into my own world filled with my own thoughts. Normally, just the thought of sex was enough for me to be ready for fun. My mind drifted over the fun times I'd had with Uncle Ray and all the little fantasies of having sex with him. It was fun and exciting to think of being naked with him under a waterfall while he penetrated me or we had oral sex. Actually, it was exciting to think of being naked under a waterfall with him even without the sex. My mind drifted back to when I was younger and smaller. The idea of being able to visit him on a weekend and knowing that if I didn't get my school work done there would be no trip was enough to make sure the work was completed. I laughed to myself when I thought of the times I had to rush and sometimes got help from a friend to get all the work finished. Those were the days before Uncle Ray had the tests run and found out what was wrong with me and had it corrected. The weekends I was with him we were always busy. I loved the nights when he filled the tub and had me sit in his lap while he bathed me. I just leaned back, melted into him and let him wash away all my cares. He sat on the sofa, tucking his right ankle under his left leg and forming my seat. How many times did I sit in that lap or lay across his lap while he sprinkled powder on me and gave me a gentle rub down? I missed that now. When we went to bed I thrilled at being naked and cuddling into my little nest. Lying against him and feeling his hand cup my cheek, sometimes scratching it for me, was a great comfort zone. I still enjoy lying with him and feeling his hair tickle me. The memory of the first time he suckled my little cocklet or nipple still sends chills through me. Trips to the beach and the club. I missed seeing Aunt Charlotte and made a mental note to ask Uncle Ray about her. We made the trip to the state park where we rented bicycles and I rode around in my jogging shorts with the butt cut out. When I fell in the water the shorts became see through. I liked the attention and teasing. I knew I was as close to naked in public as you could get without getting arrested and I still felt a rush from it. Then there was the time before the state park thing that we had sex behind the sand dunes and rushed into the water to rinse off. I wondered how many kids got to travel the way I did. If they did, I was sure it was with the whole family and they most likely didn't get to do some of the things I did. The car auctions and riding in all the different old timey cars were fun. Some of the hotels or resorts we stayed at had Jacuzzi tubs in the rooms that we enjoyed. Always at night when we went to bed, my little nest was there for me. Funny, I don't remember hardly ever watching any television on those trips. We did lots of rolling around in the bed though ^Ö lots. Some of the stunts I pulled on the trips, it's a wonder I didn't get us both in trouble. It was an even bigger wonder he didn't hang me in the closet like he was always threatening to do. Some day I was going to have to ask him what he meant or thought it would accomplish to hang me by my heels in the closet. One thing was certain, I didn't plan on giving him a reason to od it and learn the hard way. The trip to Cherokee, where I got my necklace and lucky choker, was special. He'd get up early in the morning and sit out on the porch drinking his coffee. I'd wake up and, not even bothering to put on underwear, walk outside and climb in his lap with just a towel wrapped around me. I had to snuggle in close to get his body heat because of the chill in the air. More than once I'd sit up and the towel would fall part way off me. We went whitewater rafting. Somehow, I knew I'd always keep the necklace and choker; always. "Brad . . . Brad, hello . . . Earth to Brad." I heard my name called from a distance and turned to see Uncle Ray standing over me. When I saw him I realized I also had a tear running down my face; that was dumb. I just looked at him. "Brad, what's wrong?" He asked me with real concern in his voice and showing in his expression. He was leaning over me and I just reached up and wrapped my arms around his neck. He pulled me up to him and then pushed me back a little to wipe the tear away. He had caught me acting like a wimp. How could I tell him I was just thinking of some of the good times I had with him and got lost in my own thoughts? They were good times; they still were. My problem was that when I had sex with him, I felt one way. There were times I wanted to have sex, like with Larry, just to get my nut. We talked about it before, but for some reason I needed to hear him tell me it was okay, again. "When it was just you and me it was easy." I began talking while I lay my head on his shoulder. Sometimes, it was easier to talk if you looked into nothingness. "We did what we wanted to, at least kinda, and had fun. This afternoon Larry wanted to know why I didn't play with him anymore. When it was just me and him in Ft. Pierce, that was different. Uncle Ray, it's not the same and I feel like, . . . well . . . ." I was having trouble finishing what I wanted to say to him. "Do you feel like, maybe, you're not being loyal to what you and I have together? Possibly, you feel like you may be cheating a little?" I nodded my head. He put his foot up on the chaise and I sat on his leg while we held on to one another. "I think I told you it was okay to play around with Larry. Brad, you need to understand that at your age you are just discovering the pleasures your body can give you. You're also just discovering how to let someone else please you and for you to please the other person. Right now, for you and Larry, this needs to be almost purely physical. Don't confuse it with emotion, you have plenty of time for that later." "But, isn't there some emotion when you and me do it?" I asked, confused. "For me, there's always the element of emotion with you. You're my boy. You always have been and always will be. That's why it's different for us; we care about one another. You know, the day will come when you'll think your old Uncle Ray is a pain in the neck. You'll be spreading your wings, trying to find your own way. If I'm lucky, you'll remember to come back and see me sometimes. Then, you may or may not want to play around with me. Right now, you need to listen to the common sense in your head and what's in your heart. Larry's exploring and, just like you, you need one another to learn and enjoy." He had just given me permission to have sex with Larry and not feel guilty about it. That was what I really wanted to hear. I played with Larry in Ft. Pierce when it was just the two of us and didn't worry about it. With Uncle Ray around, I much preferred being with him. It was different with him, it was a lot better. He didn't say it, but I knew the rule about mutual consent and nobody getting hurt. The whole time Uncle Ray and I talked Larry was in the pool, patiently waiting to see what was happening. Uncle Ray whispered in my ear for me to hold on. He picked me up and I knew where we were headed. Uncle Ray always managed to twist so when we hit the water he wasn't on top of me. This time we landed on our sides and as soon as we hit the water he pushed me away. I broke the surface and cleared my eyes just in time to see Larry disappear under water. He had been watching us and laughing while Uncle Ray threw us in. He forgot to think that Uncle Ray was always up to something with us in the pool. When he let go of me, he swam underwater and grabbed Larry's ankle. A simple pull and Larry was no longer odd man out. The three of us played grab-ass, dunk Uncle Ray, attack Larry, and anything else we could think of until the buzzer on the oven sounded. Time to eat. *** After dinner, I lay in the big chair with Uncle Ray. Larry found a spot on the ottoman and leaned back into our laps. I put a pillow in our laps for Larry. The pillow was for more than his comfort, though. While he lay there and I looked at him, I got stiff. I kept wondering what it would be like if he rolled over and started blowing me. The pillow covered my excitement, but Uncle Ray could feel it against his leg. I thought about it so much that I didn't even know what was on television or how long I watched Larry. I remember Uncle Ray squeezing my shoulder and telling us we had to get ready for bed. Tomorrow was another school day. When I got up, I kept the pillow in front of me. Uncle Ray may have known what was going on, but I didn't need to broadcast it everywhere. Larry headed to the main bathroom and I headed to the big shower in Uncle Ray's bathroom. I turned and asked Uncle Ray if both of us could use his shower. He told me not to let Larry feel like odd man out. On the way I dropped the pillow, revealing my need, and pulled Larry along with me. When we stepped in the shower and the warm water ran over our bodies, I turned and saw that Larry was as excited as me. Gently, I pushed him against the wall and whispered in his ear that it was play time, but we would play my way. My way meant it would be lustful but not dominating the way Larry and Ben did it. It wasn't that I didn't like being dominant or even dominated sometimes, but it scared me too. There was only one person I trusted enough to let him dominate me. The truth was that I had a sense of foreboding that, if I tried to be the strong dominating party, I'd get carried away. The thought almost frightened me. When I told Larry it was play time, he smiled and spread his legs, waiting for me to tell him what to do. I surprised him. Ben was always the dominant one. He told Larry what to do and treated him like a slave. I held Larry in place and when he spread his legs for balance, I began showing him pleasure and demanding nothing in return. Reasoning that what felt good to me should feel good to him; I placed my fingers on the sides of his chest and a thumb over each nipple. I was tempted to kiss him, but didn't. I wondered what it would be like, but with Larry. As I moved in I diverted my attention at the last minute to his neck. I licked and kissed my way to his ear where he received a thorough reaming of the canal and nibbling of the ear lobe. He squealed and squirmed with the pleasures he was experiencing. Immediately, I noticed he smelled and tasted different than Uncle Ray. They were both good, but Larry would never replace my favorite person. My thumbs moved in opposing directions to pull and tease sensitive nipples. When I knew they had to be burning I allowed my hands to begin their exploration of his body. One hand traveled down the front; fingernails lightly traced a path to his package where his very stiff cock waited to be manipulated. The other hand traced a path to the small of his back where I used a fingernail to trace circles over his cheeks. After reaming the other ear and nibbling the lobe, I began tonguing my way to his nipples where I bit them. First it was only a little nibble followed by a few flicks of my tongue. Then I began to chew and suckle like a starving babe. Larry had his hands on top of my head, pulling at my hair and trying to push me down. I resisted. The more I resisted, the longer he could anticipate and appreciate the pleasures his body gave him. Reaching his navel, I flicked in and out and then dropped to my knees where I teased him by flicking my tongue down the crease where thigh meets torso. Eventually, I began to play with his smooth sac and the nodes inside. Larry was squealing with pleasure and begging for more. Eventually, I flicked my tongue over the tip of his dick and then sucked it in. I didn't take it in gently, but in one quick and rapid sucking motion, causing him to almost scream while my fingers played in the crack leading to his treasure. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Uncle Ray's reflection in the mirror. He was there for only a moment; he left without saying anything. With a hand on each cheek, I held Larry in place while I teased, tickled, stroked and suckled him to an orgasm. When he went over the edge he was loud enough to let the neighbors know what was happening. As he peaked with his orgasm he leaned forward and used me for support while I drained him dry. "Little brother, I hope you don't feel left out now?" I said it with a smile. This was the first time I'd just concentrated on giving him pleasure and not taking any. For some reason it felt good to know that I'd given him pleasure and not demanded anything in return. It felt as though I had shown him that he didn't always have to be the one giving in or being submissive. "Brad . . . that was awesome," he replied while still panting and trying to get his breath. "I never felt anything like that. That what Uncle Ray does to you?" I just nodded my head. When he reached for my still stiff tool, I pushed him back and let him know the water was getting cold. I also let him know I'd get mine later. I didn't know if Uncle Ray would take care of me, but I did know I could always take care of myself in an emergency. Larry hollered out a good night to Uncle Ray and I reached for something special. When I got to the family room, he was in his chair. I put a big pillow across his lap and lay down, handing him the baby powder in the process. He reached up and ran his fingers through my hair; he had one of his funny looks going again like he was happy or something. "What?" I asked him. "Nothing," was all he would say for a few minutes while he kept running his fingers through my hair. "You feel okay now?" "Yeah. I think I feel better. I saw you checking on us. I saw your reflection in the mirror. Uncle Ray?" I was looking for his assurances. "I've never done that with Larry; least, not like that. It was different, but not in a bad way. Know what I mean?" "Yeah, I know what you mean. Just do me a favor and be careful, alright?" My response was to give him a hug and spread my legs so he could sprinkle powder all over me. I closed my eyes and leaned my head back while placing one of his hands over a nipple. I was still horny, but right now I needed this more. When he carried me to bed it was almost as though he could read my mind. So far, he was letting me experience the feelings and memories I'd thought about earlier in the day. I opened my eyes only enough to see where he was taking me; it was his room. When he lay me down and stretched my legs out, I squirmed as the hair on his arms tickled my still hard member. I knew what would feel good now, but didn't say anything. I was afraid to ruin the moment. He whispered he would be right back; he wanted to check on Larry. It was forever, but only a few moments, when I heard him return from Larry's room. I lay there with my eyes closed, enjoying the peace and quiet of the experience. I heard the drawer open and close. I could feel both the heat from his body and the warmth of his breath as he leaned over me and kissed my forehead. I wanted a deep kiss, but he moved on. He kissed each nipple as his hand enveloped my tool and began a slow rhythmic squeezing. When I felt his hand between my legs, I opened myself to him. His finger touched my hole and began making circles, pushing in as it traveled around. I relaxed to grant him entry. When his finger slipped in, a wet warmth encased my tool. I drew a deep breath as my back arched as far as it could. His tongue traveled around the head and flicked at the sensitive area underneath where head and shaft met. The fingers that once squeezed the shaft now manipulated the small orbs floating in a satin sac. His finger moved in deeper and twisted, landing on my magic spot. Slowly he manipulated me until I squirmed, moaned and cried with delight. I was floating in a teenage sea of sexual pleasure, oblivious to anything around me. Too soon I reached the edge and cried out for him to hold me back. He didn't; he let me fall over the edge and lose myself in a long awaited stupor of teenage pleasure. As my mind and body returned from the sexual high and retreated into a relaxing sleep, he kissed me on the cheek and whispered in my ear, "Sleep tight, my boy." End Chapter Forty-Nine To Be Continued; comments welcome, contact Dwight Wilson at adm2780@yahoo.com.