Date: Wed, 20 Jun 2007 03:44:25 -0700 (PDT) From: adm2780 Subject: Brad's Idol Chapter Fifty-Six 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. If you like feel good stories, allow me to recommend "Never Take Love For Granted". It's written by a friend of mine and is posted under Adult/Youth. SPECIAL THANKS to Nickolas James for allowing me to use his story in this chapter Chapter Fifty-Six: Brad's Idol Saturday morning Larry and I put on our special cut shorts. Actually, what he had was my old ones that I outgrew; Uncle Ray always teased me and said they couldn't contain the prize anymore. That was okay with me because all it took was a little breeze and neither Larry nor I left much to the imagination from the rear view. Uncle Ray was still in the shower and hadn't had his morning coffee when I pulled the mower out. A couple of quick pulls and we were on our way. The yard wasn't real big, but it was definitely big enough. The grass was St. Augustine, and thick. Uncle Ray always believed that a house should have curb appeal and the lawn and landscaping was the key, so he was generous with the fertilizer and let the sprinkler system do the rest. The grass was so thick it actually felt good to walk over it barefoot. I started with the mower and Larry started with the hedge trimmers. The trimming Larry and I did was no big deal. We trimmed the rows of hedges along the sides of the house, in front, and those that bounded the driveway in back. While I pushed, actually followed since the mower was self-propelled, and Larry trimmed, Uncle Ray showed up with the edger and started playing catch-up. When Uncle Ray finished edging he waited for Larry and me to finish our part. Waiting, to him, meant having another cup of coffee. When we finished he took the trimmers from Larry and started trimming what we called the 'precious four no touch' plants. There were four bushes out front that no one touched except Uncle Ray. We could touch them, but if we messed up it might be at the cost of life or limb; at least, according to Uncle Ray. All four bushes were topiaries. Two were spiraling cherry-laurel, and two were spiraling double junipers. They did look nice, but the way he worked to trim or prune them, you would have thought they were gold. I decided I wouldn't mind having something like that at my house when I was grown, but I wanted mine to be artificial. I liked the idea of just standing back and enjoying how nice they looked without so much work. Larry and I didn't dress the way we did just so we could let people passing by get a peek at our bubble butts. In September, it's hot and it doesn't really matter what time of day you do the yard work. The only choice is whether you sweat a little or sweat a lot. The cure is to wear very little and head to the pool. Swim a couple of laps to cool off and you can get out and keep working. While Uncle Ray handled the precious four, we cooled off. After the cooling off period we pulled out the blower, broom, snow shovel and trash can. Most people in the South didn't understand that a snow shovel was great for picking up loose trimmings without all the bending; I learned from experience. By mid-morning it was all done and back to the pool. This time, though, the gate was closed and it was back to being naturally comfortable. We were in the pool only a few minutes when the phone rang. Uncle Ray got out to answer the phone and I remembered what was missing from our morning ^Ö breakfast. He answered the phone and let me know it was for me. I'd called Donny the night before and had to leave a message on the answering machine. Of course, I jumped out of the pool and headed for the phone. "Uncle Ray, we didn't get breakfast this mornin'." "And, whose fault is that?" "Well, you'll say it's ours because we didn't get it. We're gonna say it's yours 'cause we're just little kids and had to cut the yard." He handed me the phone and when he walked past me I got a hard pop on the butt. They were usually love pats so I assumed the harder the pop the more love that was conveyed. "Donny." I guessed who it was. "What's up?" I knew he was returning my call, but it always sounded dumb to ask someone if that's what they were doing. "Yeah, we have tickets to see Stomp tomorrow so I was callin' to see if ya wanna go. Uncle Ray said we could head down early for dinner and then the show. . . . . hold on." I didn't even think about what time the show started. "Uncle Ray, what time does the show start?" "Show starts at 3:00. We'll leave here around 12:15 and we have reservations for dinner at The Chart House at 1:00. He can wear something along the line of Dockers' and a pullover so long as it has a collar. No collar, and he eats outside next to the kitchen door. He's going as your guest and won't need any money as long as his dad promises not to add his mom's new car to my next bill." Uncle Ray called out loud enough for Donny to hear. "You hear all that? I think there was some kind of inside joke for your dad that I didn't understand, too." He asked a couple of more questions about the dress, but Uncle Ray said, since it was a matinee, we could go casual as long as we were an extra neat casual. When I hung up the phone I noticed Uncle Ray standing there looking at me. "What'd I do?" I knew I hadn't done anything, but he had that look. "Nothing that I know of. You feeling guilty about something?" I knew better than to answer or he'd get going. "It's been a while since I had you two out wearing your khakis. I think both of you need to go try them on now. If they don't fit, I guess we know where we're going this afternoon." We didn't wait until afternoon. The mall was really busy for some reason. It looked like every store in the place had a big sale going. Our destination was Sears. Uncle Ray said they had the best clothes for the money for kids who grew like weeds and probably wouldn't wear them more than three or four times. Larry tried his pants on at the house and they were too short. I tried mine on and they were both short and tight around the waist. When I suggested Larry might be able to wear my old pants, Uncle Ray nixed the idea and said Larry didn't want the hand-me-downs any more than I did. The pants were easy; pick out a pair one size larger than the old ones and work it from there. The problem came with the shoes. Uncle Ray found some brown slip-ons that he said they called penny loafers when he was our age. When we gave him the 'what are you talking about look' he explained that kids would slip a shiny new penny in the band that came across the top. I knew he was kidding us and then figured out that he wasn't. Before he went too far I showed him what modern kids wore. They were brown, they tied, and they were comfortable. He acted like he wasn't too sure until the man in the store told him they were the 'in' thing. Since Uncle Ray was in a buying mood, I thought I might try to push it a little and suggested we could each get a gold chain to wear. The chain would look both dressy and sharp. He didn't buy into the argument but he did remember we had been wearing only t- shirts to school and decided we probably could use a nice looking collared shirt. Mine was dark green and Larry's was red. The dark green went great with my reddish hair and the bright red looked good on Larry. When Larry said something about lunch I had to laugh. Poor Uncle Ray looked like he didn't think he would ever get back home. While we had lunch at the food court he decided this was one of the more expensive shows he'd been to. *** Naked and comfortable, I sat cross-legged on the chaise. The sun felt good, Uncle Ray was doing something with our new clothes, and Larry went some place on his bike. It was time to catch up with Kevin and Bodega Bay. The last chapter I read, Kevin wanted to be like his dad. When he saw his dad working on the truck with oil and grease on the back of his hands, Kevin wiped some on his hands. His dad freaked out and spanked the poor kid. Actually, I thought at that time that his dad was a complete ass-hole and I had to think of some way to put that in my paper so my teacher didn't get upset. There were a lot of things in this story I was going to have to think of how to explain without getting suspended and getting Uncle Ray in trouble. With six new chapters that I wanted to get through that afternoon, I figured it wouldn't be bad reading and Kevin's dad would realize how unreasonable he'd been and take the kid out for a good time. That's not how the story worked. In fact the story turned out a lot better, and hotter, than anything I had thought about. I'd just finished two new chapters when I heard Ben and Larry in the house. Kevin had just met sixteen year old Mark, who he thought was really, really hot. Kevin wanted acceptance so badly that he consciously acted against everything he'd been taught. He stayed with Justin, Justin's brother and Mark while they hid in the garage and got stoned and chugged some beer. Wanting to show off, he crushed the beer can the same way he'd seen his dad do many times. He also got his first kiss and that night, while thinking about the day and Mark, had his first wet dream. The kid had a full day. Kevin did kind of make up with his dad. He accepted that his dad wouldn't do anything to hurt him and just wanted to protect him, but he didn't forget the spanking either. During the next week Kevin continued to get stoned, drool over Mark and had no trouble letting Mark cuddle with him. His friend Justin and Justin's older brother let Mark and Kevin use one of the bedrooms and Kevin got his first blow job. When that happened I got an instant erection and strong need to gain some relief. I also started thinking about the first time Uncle Ray took my little tool in his mouth and how great it felt. I wanted to keep reading and find out if Kevin reciprocated, but Larry and Ben came out and I couldn't stand up. As soon as they dove into the pool and couldn't see me, I ran to the bathroom. Uncle Ray was in the house and heard me run in. He was waiting on me in the family room when I came back and asked me what was wrong. I told him what happened and where I was in the story. He laughed and cautioned me that it was going to get even hotter. However, rather than just reading about what was happening, the idea was for me to think about why it happened that way. I retrieved my papers and settled on the floor in his room. When I started reading again I was glad that I was away from the others. Uncle Ray said this story was fiction and I hoped that he was right. This kid's life was really messed up; so was the kid. He was insecure in his relationships with friends, including his boyfriend, Mark. He got jealous whenever Mark spoke to someone else or spent time with them. Mark had his own car and liked cars, like most teenage boys. Mark and Kevin's dad started building a rapport over an old Camaro, and Kevin resented Mark not spending all his time with him. During the same day he witnessed his parents fighting, and was willing to forget everything his mom ever did to hurt him because he needed her love and touch. Because of the fight, his friends learned his deepest secret; how he had been abused. Embarrassed by the fact that his friends now knew how he had been abused, he feared losing them. Kevin soon learned that he underestimated his friends. Friends, real friends, are those that stand by you during your greatest need. It was Justin who sat and cuddled his friend, letting him know he would always love him and be there for him. There was no reason for Kevin to feel guilty over what had happened. Kevin's need for reassurance and acceptance translated into aggressive sex with Mark and the voluntary surrender of his treasure. I kept reading and after a while started thinking. Kevin became a sex addict. Sex equated to love and acceptance. I remembered wanting to give my treasure to Uncle Ray and he wouldn't let me. I wanted to give it to him to show how much I loved him. He loved me enough to say 'no'. I was disappointed at the time, but he always found a way to let me know he loved me. There was always something special, a feeling almost beyond words, that I got from being cradled in his arms. However, there was one thing he didn't do for me. He never got me to shoot as many times as Mark did Kevin without touching him. Kevin claimed Mark got him off five times in one session of sex. We were going to have to work on that one and I started getting the idea for a game. When I finished the six chapters Uncle Ray had printed for me, I let him know I was ready for more. He told me I needed to think about what I'd already read and it was time to go outside and play. Play meant I hit the pool while he pulled the grill out. I'd spent most of my afternoon reading, which was something new for me. Larry, Ben and I got into a belly-flop game. The idea was to see who could do the biggest, and the most, belly flops before chickening out. When Ben and Larry suggested we make a bet just to keep things interesting, Uncle Ray stepped in. He knew what kind of bets Larry and Ben liked to make. It didn't matter which one of them lost because they would wind up giving their packages or another part of their body to one another anyway. Uncle Ray said the first person to bail had to do the supper dishes and couldn't use the dishwasher. Talk about incentive! Uncle Ray also got to be the judge in case of any disputes over a dive. While I did the dishes I decided that Uncle Ray used more dishes per person to cook than anyone I knew. He claimed that he didn't mess up any more than normal, but I wouldn't have bet on it. My stomach was so red from the belly flops that I didn't think it would ever go back to normal color. On my last dive I crashed more than my belly and the water. I was just thankful that my voice didn't kick up an octave. That was enough to make me quit. I couldn't complain though, because Uncle Ray was in the kitchen helping. After dinner we pulled out a movie we had all seen several times, but it was a good one called Top Gun. The star was Tom Cruise and every time I heard his name or saw one of his movies I thought about that little show I put on for Uncle Ray. We all knew what was going to happen in the next scene and everybody had a number of favorite scenes. It was a good thing we knew most of the dialogue because of the noise we made, plus the animated way we interpreted scenes. Larry and Ben skipped out close to the end. Uncle Ray turned the video off and switched on a television show. I took the opportunity to cuddle in closer to him and settled. "Uncle Ray, Larry's doin' his sit-ups. He said he was gonna get a six-pack." Uncle Ray looked at me like I had lost my mind. "What on earth are you talking about?" I sat up a little and turned to look at him. "Don't you hear those grunt sounds? It's like a regular rhythm. I mean, that's the sounds I make when I'm doin' a lot of sit-ups. I can't imagine Ben and Larry in there doin' anythin' else, can you?" I tried to keep a straight face, but there was no way. Uncle Ray gave me his 'I don't believe you' look, twisted my head towards the television and pushed me back down to my spot. "Uncle Ray, I'm not really interested in this show, are you?" I didn't wait for an answer. "I think we should go ta bed. Do you remember what Kevin and Mark did each day?" Again, I didn't wait for an answer. "They had it down to a science. Kevin got home from school, did his homework and then rode his bike to Justin's. Mark would be there and they'd use Justin's brother's room. Every day when Kevin got home all he wanted was to get with Mark and let Mark plow him. After he got plowed, he rode his bike home to be there by the time his dad got home from work. Pretty neat, huh?" "How neat do you think it would be to have to wear a diaper every day?" He asked me that with a smile, but it was really more like a statement or warning. "What are you talkin' about?" "Whenever Kevin, or you for that matter, let someone penetrate you, you let them stretch two major muscles located at the edge and just inside your little treasure hole. Remember the sphincter muscle? Well, if you stretch that muscle, or any muscle, too much and too often, it doesn't shrink back to its normal shape. Stated simply, stretch the sphincter so it doesn't do its job and guess what leaks out? To avoid embarrassing moments, you wear a diaper. Remember, that's a story you're reading. It's fiction, and sometimes they stretch the truth in fiction." "But the way it's written it sounds like the author is really Kevin and he's just telling you what happened to him," I argued. "That's the sign of a good writer. His goal is to pull you into the story so that you believe everything he's writing. Let me ask you something. Have you read anywhere in the story where Mark used anything other than spit or a condom to lubricate his entry? I will guarantee you that a dry, or almost dry, entry would hurt like something you wouldn't want to experience." "Well, I guess that Nick fella that's writing the story is pretty good then. He had me believing everything he wrote. He did somethin' else, too." I waited for the 'what's that' look and continued. "He made me horny, horny and more horny. Let's go ta bed and play." I didn't wait for an answer. I grabbed a nipple and twisted and attacked his neck at the same time. He hollered and we were on our way. I knew he would because I had been shifting so I brushed the sensitive areas once in a while. He may have thought about saying no, but another part of him said he was ready for a good time. We took a quick shower and then I received a couple of flushings. While we did the flushings, I kept teasing him by grabbing his sack and pulling on the plunger. When I was ready he threw me over his shoulder and we landed on the bed. He was in a good mood and horny; a good combination for a good time. There was no fooling around; his mouth went straight to my nipples and one hand groped the package while the other massaged a cheek. I used my hands to start pushing him down. I didn't want him sucking my nips when I had a more urgent need. His mouth sank down the full shaft and began squeezing the shaft between his tongue and the roof of his mouth. I grabbed two fistfuls of hair, put my legs over his shoulders and started humping for all I was worth. I wasn't kidding when I told him I was horny and I needed relief; the faster and harder the better. I didn't get through too many humps before he was off me and pinned my legs under his shoulders. He grabbed both of my arms and pinned them to the bed. "Oh-hoooo. Horny boy wants to play rough? Just remember, you asked for it!" "No! Nononono! Uncle Ray, I swear, I'll be good, I promise. I just needed a quickie so I could enjoy the rest, I swear! OHHH GGAAAHHHHDD! AAAGGGHHHH! Not fair . . . that's not fair . . .ooooohhhh. . . . mmmmppphhhhh!" While he held me down he cheated. He flicked his tongue up and down and all around the shaft and then coated it heavily in his saliva. When he was satisfied with that and had me begging, he flicked his tongue repeatedly over the head and then blew a fine stream of cool air all over the head. When he had me squirming enough, he attacked the valley on either side of the scrotum with light kisses and worked his way over my balls, making sure to give them plenty of attention. My dick felt like it was going to explode and he wouldn't give me any relief. When I begged him for relief he ignored me and started one of his first class rim jobs; holding me down the whole time. It was fantastic!! He sent me to a world filled with teenage sexual bliss. My whole body was so sensitive and felt like it was on fire. There wasn't a spot that he touched that didn't send a wave of sexual pleasure through me. I let him know I wanted to turn into the sixty-nine position and he just laughed, always keeping his tongue and mouth either on me or in me. Where I really went into orbit was when I felt him jam a finger in me and locate the prostate. Boy, did he ever know how to make that gland perform. With the finger driving me up a wall, he went down on me again and tried to suck my balls through my pee hole. He didn't get my balls, but he did get their load. With the finger still in me, we shared his prize. He worked me over till we were both bathed in sweat. Kevin said Mark sent him over the edge five times in one night. The world I was in didn't leave me sane enough to count how many times he pushed me over. It did let me remember that when he positioned himself between my legs and lined up for the penetration, it was oh so smooth and nice. I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him in as tight as I could. "Slip your legs under me and stay still so I can enjoy feeling you." I whispered in his ear. Then I told him, "I don't care what Mark did to Kevin, nothin's better than here. Lift me?" When I felt his hands slide into the small of my back, I let my arms slip from his neck. He leaned back and pulled me up with him so we were both at about a forty-five degree angle to the bed. He held me there and I watched the smile on his face. More than the smile was the look in his eyes that let me know I could always trust him not to hurt me, but protect me. If Kevin ever wanted to be jealous, this is what he needed to see. My hands held his arms and I began a slow rocking, back and forth. With each stroke he crossed that magic spot. With each stroke I drifted deeper into sexual euphoria. He pulled me up and gave me a light kiss on the forehead before he bent down and bathed my nips and then nibbled each one. We rocked gently, each of us deriving pleasure from the other. In time, he lay me down and began a deep stroking that caused us both to gasp for air. I felt him fill me more than once and, that night, I slept like a baby. *** The Chart House is a very nice restaurant on the river. In the evening men would be expected to wear a suit, or something comparable. During the afternoon, a lot of people dressed business casual. Before we left the house, Uncle Ray took both Larry and me in his room and reminded us that Ben and Donny were our guests. We would each be expected to ask our guest if they had eaten at The Chart House before and then suggest something. If things worked the way they were supposed to, and that was assuming that Ben and Donny received the same instructions Larry and I did, then they would have an idea of the price range to follow. "Uncle Ray, are you trying to tell us you don't want to pay for lobster for all of us?" I decided to get the matter out in the open. "Exactly, but I expect you to be a little more diplomatic? If someone does order the most expensive item on the menu, nothing is to be said; no embarrassing moments for anyone." Message received. Uncle Ray had made reservations and we were seated at a booth over-looking the river. The seats were comfortable and soft; something I appreciated since part of me was a little sensitive. The great thing about the booth was the crescent shape so all of us could see the same thing. Uncle Ray ordered a sampler appetizer for us while we looked at the menu. Larry started to say something to me when he saw the price of lobster, but I kicked him under the table first. After shrimp dinners, Uncle Ray had them bring the sampler dessert tray. That was good for a real sugar high for four teenagers. Stomp was absolutely out of this world. The whole theater bounced to the beat. If it would make noise, the dancers used it like drums. We couldn't believe how those guys danced for an hour and twenty minutes before intermission. Donny said he'd be willing to bet they drank a gallon of Gatorade and took a nap before the second half started. They did something, because nobody slowed down during the second half. Every kid in the theater bounced and did the drum beat on the stair rails going out. We weren't exactly calm in the car going home either. Donny came home with us. Uncle Ray called his dad and told him it might be best if Donny came with us and expended some energy before coming home. Four naked teenage boys hit the pool and the peace and quiet in the neighborhood was gone. Uncle Ray stayed inside and let the kids go crazy. When Donny said something about it I told him Uncle Ray was getting too old to keep up. We both laughed but I was the one really laughing when I remembered what he did to me the night before and who was having he rough time keeping up. After a while we noticed Mr. Paul, Donny's dad, was sitting in the family room with Uncle Ray. They each had a drink and were talking. "Hey, Donny, your dad's here. He's talking with Uncle Ray." "Yeah, I saw him come in, he had'n been here long. My guess is they're talking about next weekend." "What's hap'nin' then?" I asked out of curiosity. "We're goin' back to my grandparents' place. Dad's talkin' to Ray about lettin' you come. When he gives me a nod that means it's okay to ask you if you'd like to come with us." "Shit, yeah, man. Can we go for a ride on Pony again?" Donny just broke out laughing then. When his dad looked at him he did a thumbs up. This was gonna be good. Then I remembered something that kind of ruined the whole thing for me. It wouldn't be much longer before my parents moved up and I'd be leaving Uncle Ray. I knew better than to tell him I didn't want to go, but I didn't. I loved my dad, I really did, but he was too much like Kevin's dad. The one person I knew I could talk to that wouldn't laugh at me or embarrass me or hurt me, but help me, was my Uncle Ray. I also knew I didn't have a choice. Donny went home with his dad and I was with Uncle Ray. Ben was with Larry and stayed the night. We were standing at the door, just inside, and I started to laugh as Donny and his dad pulled away. Uncle Ray asked me what was funny and I told him I wondered what the neighbors would think if they saw Donny, his dad and him standing in the door with me. I was still naked. "Am I goin' with Donny to his grandparents' next weekend?" He hadn't said anything, so I asked the question. "If you want to you can, yes. Would you like a little surprise with that?" I just looked at him and he gave me the surprise. "I'm probably going, too." "You're kiddin', right?" "No, I'm not kidding. Does that bother you? I can stay here, I wouldn't want to interfere with anything you have going down there." "I don't have anything going down there; not really." I kind of semi-lied with that answer. Uncle Ray had suggested that he knew what went on there and the purpose of my first visit was for me to learn how other boys handled certain issues all teenage boys face. One of my issues, and one of the issues I related to Kevin on, was that I kind of liked Donny. His Justin was my Donny. My first thought when Donny asked me about going was that I pictured a repeat of the last visit with us riding Pony and then on the log. I'd thought quite a bit about what he told me the boys did down there, the games they played, and I thought it might be fun. Doin' it with Uncle Ray watchin' or maybe stumbling across us wasn't my idea of fun. When we went to bed that night I found my nest, but he rolled me on my left side and then pulled me into him. I was spooned in as close as I could get. I could feel his breath as it passed over my ear. My head was on his arm and his right hand covered my stomach and part of my chest. "Do we need to talk?" "About what?" I really didn't know what he had on his mind. "Ever since I mentioned that I might go next weekend, you seem to be down. That tells me my presence on the trip might make you uncomfortable or interfere with your plans." "No, not really. Well, yeah, kinda." I was getting frustrated because I didn't know what to say to him. How could I tell him that I didn't want him there? I felt like a jerk. "I mean, well, you know." "This might be a better talk if you'd tell me what it is I'm supposed to know." He had a way of putting me on the spot. I took a deep breath and let out with a frustrated sigh. "You said you wanted me to learn how other boys handled things. Last time I kinda kept my distance just so I could see what was happenin'. Ya know? I was thinkin' about, well, maybe, getting' in some of the games? It's just that, well, it wouldn't be the same. When Donny asked me 'bout goin', the first thing I thought about was ridin' Pony again." "Why don't we be honest and say the first thing you thought about was being alone with Donny and just maybe there might be a repeat of what happened last time?" I couldn't see him, but I could just imagine him looking at me with that look that I hated, the that said he knew what I was up to. "Brad, I can tell by the way you act and look at him that you like Donny. I'll let you in on a little secret, he likes you back." "Really, you think so?" "Yes, really. Do you think him riding that close to you on Pony was an accident. He knew what he was doing. He wanted to play around with you and that was his way of finding out how you felt." I rolled over and pushed my right arm under his head and my left arm under his arm. I placed and leg between his legs and pulled tight, trying to squeeze myself into him and melt into him, be part of him. My head was buried in his chest. "Uncle Ray, I liked it when Donny shot his load and then gave me a blow job on the log. There's somethin' I didn't tell you, though." At this point the tears started flowing but I refused to cry. I knew I should have told him this when I first got back and confessed everything else. "Donny and me stayed in his room. I blew 'im. I wanted to do it out on the log but I was afraid. When we went ta bed and it was dark, well, I sucked him off. I liked it, then I felt guilty." "You know, there's a lesson to be learned in Bodega Bay that you haven't picked up on yet. You can care for more than one person, and that doesn't mean it has to be one person at a time. You also need to learn thee are different levels and kinds of caring. Did you feel guilty because of me?" I couldn't answer him. I didn't want him to hear me crying so I just nodded and squeezed him. "Brad, I love you more than anything else on this earth, son. When I let you go I said that you would be seeing and learning different things. Believe me when I say I know what goes on down there and the games the boys play. Usually, I don't think parents tell their kids it's okay to go out and play around, especially when it comes to sex. I've tried to be honest with you and let you know that I'm aware of what boys do. I wanted you to learn that it's okay to experiment and learn new things. I also know that one day you'll grow up and during that time you'll be making choices. My hope is that when you aren't sure which choice you should make, you'll feel you can come talk to me. I have to accept that one day you'll be gone and I'll have to let you go. I'd like to believe that I helped prepare you for that day. " "Noooo," I whined and held on tight. "Yes, kiddo, it's part of life. We all grow up at some point. Just remember one thing, you'll always be my boy and I'll always love you, no matter what." He held me close and I enjoyed it for a few minutes before I spoke. "Uncle Ray, are you sayin' its okay for me to feel like I want to have sex with Donny?" "What I'm saying is that it's normal. I'm not going to tell you to have sex with Donny and I'm not going to tell you not to have sex with Donny. That's one of the choices you have to make. I know Donny well enough to feel that he wouldn't hurt you. He also knows how I feel about you and wouldn't want me to find out that he did hurt you. You need to figure out how you feel. What I will tell you is to just make sure that if you do it, it's for the right reason. It has to be because it's what you want to do, not because you feel you have to do it. The wrong reason is because you're trying to prove something to him. Okay?" "Yes, sir. I understand and I promise it won't be because I'm tryin' ta prove somethin'." Then I had to smile at him and he gave me his questioning look. "I've been layin' on ya and movin' around. You're hard and I can feel it. Ya want me ta show ya how I blew Donny?" I asked with a grin from ear to ear. "You little brat! Come here! What I want is for you to lie here and go to sleep. You have school tomorrow. You also have a story to finish and a report to write before you leave town with anyone." He pulled me into him and I got the usual love pat on my butt. I drifted off to a restful sleep while he scratched my butt. End Ch Fifty-Six To Be Continued; comments welcome; contact Dwight Wilson at adm2780@yahoo.com