Date: Sat, 14 Jul 2007 18:45:06 -0700 (PDT) From: adm2780 Subject: Brad's Idol Chapter Fifty-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. 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. Chapter Fifty-Nine: Brad's Idol The week began with a cloud hanging over my head. I couldn't quite place what was wrong; I just knew that things weren't right. When I got to the bus stop the usual group of kids was there and they acted friendly. I was the only one that wasn't in a bubbly mood. At school, things didn't improve any. From the get-go, I didn't care who said what, I didn't listen. I can't even tell you who I saw walking down the hall going from one class to the next. At lunch, I sat and watched the clock; the day was going by too quickly. Monday night after dinner, I curled up in my usual place with Uncle Ray in his big chair. Leaning against him with my head on his chest, I listened to the beat of his heart. His fingers ran through my hair. It felt good when he grabbed a fistful of hair and pulled back gently. We watched television, but I had no idea what show was on. "Brad, you need to talk about something, son?" His voice let me know he was concerned. I shrugged my shoulders and didn't say anything. "You're being awfully quiet tonight. What's wrong?" "Nothing, just one of those days, I guess." "Since when did you start having 'one of those days'? More importantly, since when could you not talk to me about something that's bothering you?" "Uncle Ray, not now . . . please? I just need ta think a little, that's all." We continued to sit there for a little while longer. He continued to run his fingers through my hair and rub my back. I continued to get frustrated because he was making me relax and enjoy the moment. I was pissed off and wanted to say so. He expected me to stay strong and be happy. There was no way that I was going to tell him what I was really thinking; that'd really screw things up. When the show went off, he tapped me on the shoulder and moved to get up and leave; he motioned for me to follow him. While we waited for the big tub to fill with warm water, he hugged me to his body and again ran his fingers through my hair. He didn't say anything. He knew I wasn't happy and just held me. When we got in the tub, he positioned me between his legs and I leaned against him. His arms wrapped around me and held me while we just sat there. I wanted to say something, but if I tried I knew I'd just screw it all up. Eventually, I did turn and give him a hug while he gently ran his hands over my body. When we went to bed that night, I snuggled into my usual nest and held him tight. I just lay there, listening to his heart and his breathing. He pulled me up for a hug and a gentle kiss. "Hey, kiddo. You need to realize that letting yourself feel sad isn't going to change things. Why mess up our last week together with being sad? Even if it hurts, can I get a little smile once in a while?" I couldn't help it anymore. The tears began to flow and I wrapped my arms around him and buried my face in his shoulder while I whimpered, "I'm sorry. I'll try; I promise." Tuesday wasn't a whole lot better. I just felt like there was this dark cloud hanging, not only over me, but onto me. I talked to Donny at school and he understood. Like Uncle Ray, he suggested I make the best of it and reminded me I wouldn't be that far away and could come visit him quite a bit. How many times had I already told myself those same things? Nothing seemed to help; I did promise myself to try and look happy and smile for him when we got home. Larry and I followed our usual routine of getting comfortable and jumping in the pool. We horsed around a little, but neither one of us was really in the mood. I got out of the pool and sat on the chaise, getting comfortable in my Indian style sitting position. Larry joined me within a couple of minutes. We both sat there without saying a word for about five or ten minutes. Larry finally broke the silence. "Brad, we can't change it; you know that." "I know. You know what really pisses me off?" Larry just looked at me; he knew I didn't expect an answer. "I know that we can't change it, and I know that Uncle Ray expects me to be strong and accept what we all knew would happen. I swear, I keep telling myself that I should, but I can't get there. Right now I'm not so much pissed at what's going to happen as I am at myself for not doin' better for Uncle Ray." "Yeah, I know what ya mean. I'm kinda there myself and I'm not as close to him as you are. But, you know what? This sure has been nice. What do ya think's gonna happen this weekend?" I didn't know so I just shrugged my shoulders. That's when we were both surprised to hear Uncle Ray come home; he was early. We both headed inside, still dripping from the pool, to find out what was happening. "Hey, guys," he greeted us with an upbeat tone; something was going on. "What have you two been up to?" Another question he didn't expect an answer to; he could see that we were wet. Then, he handed me an envelope with my name on it. I looked at him, expecting an explanation. "Open it and you'll understand." He read my mind. When I opened the envelope I saw a check made out to my trust. That was a nice attitude changer. When I looked through the papers I realized it was a copy of the closing package. "You closed on the sale of the apartments? This money is really mine?" "Yes and kind of. Yes, we closed on the sale of the apartments. The money is yours but it goes into your educational trust. You need to head into my office where you will find another folder with your name on it. When was the last time you posted your books?" That was more than just a subtle hint. The word was for me to post the books; now. I still wanted to be a little pissed off over what I knew was going to happen, but he made it impossible for me to do anything but smile. He knew that money always made me smile. The other message that both Larry and I got was we had to call my dad after supper and supper wouldn't be ready until my books were done. After supper and the kitchen was cleaned, we headed to the family room to make the phone calls. Uncle Ray sat in his chair and motioned for me to join him. He pointed to the ottoman. Whenever he pointed to the ottoman that meant I'd done something wrong and was about to hear about it. "Okay, now it's time to call your dad. I understand you're a little down right now, but he doesn't need to hear it in your voice. He's given up a lot this summer to let you be here and we need to recognize that. Do you understand what I'm saying?" He wasn't angry, at least he didn't sound like it, but I knew what he was saying ^Ö Smile, even if it kills you. He punched in the number and handed me the phone. "Hey, Dad, it's me." I got a wise-crack answer for stating the obvious. "Guess what, Uncle Ray closed on the apartments and brought me a big check." My dad said I could treat everybody to a fancy dinner when we got together. "I can't. Uncle Ray said I have to put all the money in my educational trust account." Dad then gave me a message for Uncle Ray. "Uncle Ray, Dad said you squeak when you walk and you're a party pooper." My dad was laughing on the other end of the line. I laughed, too, . . until . . "Ow! . . . Dad, Uncle Ray just popped me on the butt!" Dad and I talked for a few minutes and then he asked me to give the phone to Uncle Ray. Everything went fine until the very end when he said something to me about seeing me the next weekend. It took a minute for everything to register, but when it did, I didn't know what to say or do. If I was going to see my dad the next weekend, that meant I'd already had my last weekend with Uncle Ray. Worse, I didn't have it with Uncle Ray; Larry did, while I was away with Donny. That sucked! While I was trying to sort all this out, I picked up on some of the things Dad and Uncle Ray were talking about. I heard Uncle Ray say something about Friday night, Ft. Lauderdale and my grandma. We were going back to South Florida. That not only sucked, it double sucked!! When he finished talking with Dad, he handed the phone to Larry. I just looked at him, hurt and confused. "Uncle Ray . . ." I whimpered, doing my best not to cry. "Are we going home this weekend? What happened to our last weekend together?" "No, I am not taking you home this weekend. However, both of you will be seeing your parents. Your dad and I have arranged for a little outing we thought you might enjoy." I sat on the ottoman where he had me sit earlier, and looked at him. He waited for Larry to hang up the phone before he continued. "Friday afternoon the three of us are flying to Ft. Lauderdale. Your dad will meet us there. Saturday morning the four of us are going deep sea fishing. Saturday afternoon Kathy will meet us at the hotel and then there will be dinner that night. Your dad is trying to arrange for all of us to have lunch at the club with your grandmother and aunt. That's it." "But, will we be coming back here with you or are we stayin'?" I asked slowly and quietly, trying to make sure I didn't cry, but I felt my lower lip quiver. "I don't know, kiddo. Right now what we have to consider is all the time we've had together this summer. If your dad asks to see you I don't think there's any way we can really say no; do you? Plus, it could be a fun weekend with the fishing and visiting your grandmother." I knew he was right. I hated it, but I knew it. After looking at him and then the floor for a few minutes and not saying anything, he reached out for me. I crawled up into his lap. With my legs over his legs, I sat back on my ankles. Wrapping my arms around his neck I lay my head on his shoulder. I didn't cry any, but just sat there feeling his warmth. **** The plane landed a little before five. Uncle Ray had packed our bag and picked us up at school, right after lunch. If he had picked us up before lunch he could have saved us from one of our low points during any day ^Ö school cafeteria food had to be nothing but stale leftovers - yuk! We were back at The Westin Resort where Uncle Ray and I stayed before. Walking out of the airport there sat a mini-van with 'Westin' printed along the side. On the ride to the hotel, Uncle Ray called Dad and found out he was on his way. Larry had never been there so I took the opportunity to show off my expert knowledge of the resort. The biggies were the four pools on three levels, one with a fountain and slide. There were two snack bars, plus the beach. If we didn't want to entertain ourselves outdoors, there was always the game room, in addition to movies available in our room. We were on the twenty-second floor; what a view of the ocean. We could even see a couple of cruise ships going in and out of Port Everglades. Larry and I ran around the place snooping into anything and everything. Larry thought the small pools and palm trees running all through the huge lobby were neat. We were standing outside by the big pool when someone grabbed us by the shoulder. He grabbed us so hard that both of us nearly dirtied our pants. It was my dad. I surprised myself when I saw him. Without thinking, I wrapped my arms around his neck and he picked me up. He didn't stand up straight like Uncle Ray did, though, so I couldn't wrap my legs around his waist. Dad was never one for openly showing affection, particularly out in the open. We took him upstairs where we found Uncle Ray taking a nap. Dad told us to be quiet and he managed to sneak up on Uncle Ray who didn't know what hit him until after he landed on the floor. Way to go, Dad! After dinner Larry and I were run off by the adults, into the pool. We weren't particularly interested in swimming, but we weren't given much choice either. The idea was for us to burn off some energy so we would go to sleep early that night. For two kids that weren't too keen on swimming, we had a good time. When we went to bed that night, Uncle Ray and Larry had one bed, while my dad and I had the other. Something happened that I couldn't ever recall having happened before. Dad lay on his left side with his arm extended. I lay with my head on his arm, and he pulled me into his front and kept his right arm over me; exactly the way Uncle Ray held me. I wondered if someone had been talking with someone. I could look over and see that Uncle Ray was on his right side with Larry spooned into him. Almost simultaneously, I heard my dad start to snore and Larry started to giggle. I wondered what was going on. **** We went out on a private charter. Dad and Uncle Ray took the forward seats and decided to let Larry and me have first crack at landing something. The captain said it would take about forty-five minutes to get out where we were going to fish but the mate set some lines just in case. There were two chairs near the aft that we were strapped into. When something hit one of the lines, the mate would hand the rod to the nearest person, and it was fun time. We were only going to be out a half-day. Uncle Ray had warned us we might only get a couple of shots each at landing something, so we had to be on our toes. In the beginning, being more than slightly naïve, we thought every time we hooked a fish, we landed a fish. We tried to bring in four fish before we landed the first one. However, we didn't care; Larry and I were probably just as happy. The fun was in trying to land them, if they broke free we could come back and try another time. We landed a few grouper, snapper and one dolphin. I thought the dolphin was an odd looking fish. His head made him look like a miniature whale. We'd been trolling a few minutes when something hit Larry's line. His pole bent to the point you thought it would break. The mate handed him the rod, and the fun was on. After a few minutes, Larry was calling me for help. When I got out of my chair, the mate put a belt around my waist and anchored me to Larry's chair. It was all the two of us could do to pull back on the rod and then for him to reel as fast as he could before the slack was out again. We were two kids having the time of our lives! I don't know who was laughing and hollering the most, the kids or the adults. The captain and the mate were hollering instructions to us. We heard them but we really didn't listen. We did hear the captain call out that he thought we had a medium sized sail hooked. We fought with everything we had and lost track of the time, we had so much fun. Suddenly, the line went slack and I went flying backwards. I landed on my butt between Uncle Ray and Dad. They got me up and wanted to know if I was alright. I was laughing too hard to answer; so was Larry. After that experience we decided it was time to head in. We got a picture of our catch with Larry holding a sign about four feet long that read "the one that got away". Dad and Uncle Ray gave the fish to the captain and his mate who said they would make an excellent meal. Back at the hotel the management probably didn't appreciate our fishy smell coming in, but what the hey. We all got cleaned up, but when Larry and I started to dress they told us not to bother. He and I had to go to bed and take a nap. Funny how two people like Uncle Ray and my dad can share so many things, particularly the look that says 'no arguing'. After they got cleaned up, they got dressed and were headed downstairs. As they walked out the door, Uncle Ray turned around and told us we didn't have to go to sleep, but we did have to rest. He said that to me so many times when I was little that I knew it backwards. When they left, Larry and I looked at one another and grinned. We set the night latch and were naked in an instant. We both got in the same bed and assumed our favorite fun position; sixty-nine. There was no rest, but lots of relaxing during that first hour or so. Before falling asleep, we managed to get our briefs back on and get in separate beds. Good thing, because the next thing we knew Kathy was rubbing our backs and telling us to get up. Larry was so happy to see his mom, he jumped up and gave her a big hug; boner and all. I lay on my stomach trying to drill a hole into the mattress. I didn't want to turn over. Uncle Ray realized the problem and stood so I could jump up and run to the bathroom without showing everything to Kathy. When I came back, Uncle Ray looked at me and then at the bed. I didn't understand at first, but then I saw the light stains on the sheets. Ooops. I tossed the covers up on the bed like I was trying to straighten it out a little. We rattled non-stop while we got dressed, telling Kathy about our fishing trip and other adventures since being with Uncle Ray. Of course, there was the incessant 'stop talking and get dressed' routine from both Dad and Uncle Ray, but we had stuff to brag about. We headed out for dinner, but when we hit the lobby and turned toward the steakhouse, Uncle Ray went in a different direction. I stopped in my tracks, confused. "Brad, you should go with your dad and family. Kathy and your dad deserve a little family time with you two boys. I'm going to eat by the pool and will see you later. In fact, after dinner, why don't you and Larry go to the room and catch a movie. You pick any movie you want and I'll clear it with the front desk now. After dinner, your dad, Kathy and I are going to grab a quick drink before I come up." "Okay," I answered rather somberly. I understood what he said, but when he was there I somehow felt like there might be a chance of him not leaving us behind. "Are Dad and Kathy coming up with you?" "No. They have the adjoining room." I couldn't help it, I smiled a little. I knew what that meant. I was willing to bet Dad and Kathy didn't go to sleep right away. Where we sat in the restaurant, I could see outside; I could see where Uncle Ray was sitting. Larry and I kept telling about all the fun stuff we did. We even repeated stuff from earlier in the summer, but nobody cared. Dad finally put his finger to his lips. That was his way of telling us to hush so he could enjoy three minutes of quiet. Three minutes and two seconds later, we started in again. The next time Dad put his finger to his lips he didn't wait three minutes to start talking himself. That also meant we had to stay quiet. We were both glad we did, because Dad told us something Uncle Ray hadn't bothered to let us in on. Dad and Kathy wouldn't be coming up until the last half of the month. Larry and I looked at one another and decided Uncle Ray would pay for this little trick. After dinner, we got sent upstairs while Dad and Kathy joined Uncle Ray in the lounge. That gave Larry and me time to think of what we were going to do to Uncle Ray. He definitely needed to be punished. While we debated the issue we looked for a movie to watch. Hotel televisions have an interesting variety of movies to watch. We agreed immediately that Disney was out; and, anything rated 'G' was out. That left 'PG', 'R' and 'X'. We decided to skip the usual stuff and go straight for what we both knew we really wanted; we went straight for 'X'. There was no doubt that Larry and I had different tastes when it came to sex. He was more into the hard stuff with being tied up, used, abused, spanked, teased, and ordered around. Larry was a pure sub. Me, I liked to be pampered most of the time. I did like to be treated a little hard sometimes, but I had no desire to go for abuse, spankings, or anything else that might involve pain. If I liked that, why not just ask my dad to put his belt on my butt every night? I bet he'd really freak out if he saw me shooting a load whenever he spanked me; so would I. After one or both of us nixing most of what we saw, we finally came across one called "Torture Chamber"; uh-uh, no way. Another one was called "Arrested in Havana". If you looked close you could tell that one had dungeons in it too ^Ö no way. We weren't into the cross dressing routine either. I will have to admit I didn't realize that's what was happening when we first saw the ads. Some of those 'girls' really looked hot. Finally, we compromised on one that was labeled as having only mild b/d/s/m. The sample scene showed a young adult guy with his hands tied behind his back and down on his knees. The guys standing around him were jacking off and shooting their loads on the guy's back. Larry was about to shoot a load just looking at the preview. He begged for it and it did look like one of the milder movies, so we went for it. I worried that Uncle Ray may have told the desk not to open certain movies for us, but it went through. Larry and I both got naked before they could finish scrolling the credits. We also shared a minor problem. It turned out that the preview scene we thought wasn't bad was the mildest scene in the movie. I could handle the jacking off all over the guy and didn't have any problem with them putting a plug up his butt. When they started tying the guy face down, spread eagle with his butt over the edge, I wondered what was happening. At first, they spread some white stuff over his crack. It looked hot as hell until I saw this guy start to stick his whole hand in the other guy's hole. Somebody had to be kidding, if not totally nuts. Larry was getting so horny it wasn't funny. He was also about to jack himself raw. Before it was over, this one guy had his whole hand inside the other's guy's butt. Then, if that wasn't enough, they started to spank him with a razor strop. That's where I said no-way, I don't care, no way was I going to watch anymore of that garbage. Larry protested until I told him we could pretend like we were making our own movie and do a lot better job than what was in that movie we picked out. I also told him I thought it had to be fake, he and I could do and feel the real thing and make our plans for Uncle Ray at the same time. We pretended we were actors doing our own porn movie. Larry was still into some of the bondage stuff so I finally agreed so long as we could do it on an innocent level. Nobody was to get hurt; it had to be all in fun. I tied Larry spread eagle on the bed, on his back, and spent quite a bit of time tickling him. He screamed loud enough I put a washcloth in his mouth to calm things down; the cloth was clean, of course. We spent over an hour having a good time, back in our sixty-nine position. Knowing how much he liked it, I used some of the lube I'd brought with me and worked a couple of fingers inside him. He liked being dominated and I liked being sucked. The only difference was that he was tied and I wasn't. He had fun his way and I had fun my way. We also worked out a plan to get even with Uncle Ray. "Brad, can I ask ya somethin'? Don't get mad at me; I just wanna ask, that's all." Larry had a strange way of asking me things. It was almost like he thought every time he asked me something he thought I was going to be upset with him. It was the way he asked me things that really made me upset, not what he asked. "Last weekend when Uncle Ray and I were alone, well I tried to get him in a situation so he'd stick me, but he wouldn't. Ya know, I'd really like ta know what it'd feel like ta get fucked by 'im. Well, would you be mad if I tried to get him ta do me?" "I don't know, Lar. I mean, he don't need my permission to screw ya; that's up to him." "Yeah, but if he thinks it'll hurt you, there's no way he'd ever do me or anybody else." We took a quick shower and got cleaned out just in case and then we lay in the bed to work out details on what to do to Uncle Ray when we heard the key in the lock. The lights were out and television off, so we just pretended to be asleep. Uncle Ray moved around quietly so he didn't 'wake' us. When he laid on the other bed, we waited just a few minutes and then slipped out of our bed, sneaked along the floor and then both of us jumped up and pounced on Uncle Ray at the same time. I straddled his left leg and held his arm down; Larry did the same to the right side. The look on his face said we surprised him. "Now, we need to have a little talk," I announced, using my best authoritative tone. "What do you two think you're doing and why do we need to have a little talk?" "Well, we found out at supper that you knew before we even got here that we weren't staying here and you didn't tell us. You let us go think the whole time that last weekend was our last weekend with you and we were staying down here. That wasn't very nice, Uncle Ray; not nice at all." "That's right, now you gotta pay." Larry added. He tried to say it with authority but it was hard not to laugh. "Oh? You two think I gotta pay?" "Yeah. We talked about it and decided you gotta be punished. You'd be mad with us if we did somethin' like that to you so, now, you gotta be punished." "Really! And, just what did you two have in mind?" He tried to use his 'stern' tone with us but he was having a lot of trouble avoiding laughing. "It's horny toad time, not only that, but it's double horny toad time." I announced just before Larry and I grabbed his nips and gave them a good twist. I also bent down and attacked his ear." "Jesus, guys, leave everything attached, will ya?" We giggled and kept on going. He grabbed our butts and tried to toss us around, but we had our legs wrapped around his legs and we weren't moving. Larry tried to watch me and duplicate whatever I did. I followed my usual routine of tonguing his ear, nibbling the lobe a little, and then working my way around his neck. Funny, he was always very sensitive around the neck and that usually got him squirming and bucking. This time, while my mouth worked up top and one hand held his arm while the other didn't give his nip any rest, my left leg pressed into his package. There was no doubt that he was up and ready. There was also no doubt that he had two very horny boys all over him. Working my way down to his package, I tried to take all of him. I didn't have any trouble with the gagging part, but his member wouldn't bend right and go down my throat. It seemed to stop right at the point where it cut off my breath. When I knew that Larry had turned around to join me, I let him take Uncle Ray's member while I went to work on the juice factory. My hand worked its way to perineum, and beyond. Uncle Ray spread his legs to give me access. It didn't take long for the moans to start and work their way to cries of pure pleasure. Larry and I looked at one another. I wasn't crying out like that and neither was he, nor was Uncle Ray. We listened for a minute and then realized the sounds were coming from the other side of the wall; the one that separated our room from our parents. Larry and I almost split a gut laughing before we returned to punishing Uncle Ray. As soon as we resumed our duties we both did cry out because we both felt the cool lube and then felt a finger enter each of us. Uncle Ray knew exactly where to put those fingers to make us whimper and squirm. Both of us were having our prostates worked on and worked on real hard. Somewhere during all this, Larry and I quit what we were doing and each of us just held on to one of Uncle Ray's legs. He had full control of us and we loved it. After I enjoyed his ministrations to my magic spot for a little while I reached up and grabbed his member again. Again, I tried to go all the way down, but my throat wasn't at the right angle. I know I'd seen pictures where guys swallowed the whole thing without having to stretch their neck out like a goose, but I couldn't do it. Uncle Ray was wiggling and squirming under us so I guess it really didn't matter. When he was real hard and my butt begged for his attention, I sat up. I was ready to impale myself and ride the pony. Larry sat up with me and I looked at him for a minute. I straddled Uncle Ray's face and guided Larry to straddle Uncle Ray's groin. I felt the wet warmth surround my scrotum and groaned. Supporting myself on Larry's shoulders, I tongued his neck and then whispered in his ear, "your turn." His face said he wasn't sure what I had just told him. I lined him up and pushed down on his shoulders. As he impaled himself, his face turned to a look of pure ecstasy; I was almost jealous. Larry sat there and looked at me like he was almost lost and waited on me to tell him what to do. I used my hands to suggest a bobbing up and down motion and actually had to hold his chest and guide him through the first two or three strokes. He was sitting on his knees with his feet going backwards. I interlocked my fingers with his and then pushed him backwards. This was almost the same position Uncle Ray put me in when he sat on his heels and had me in his lap with my legs wrapped around him. The big difference was that I leaned back and let my arms float free. I knew how good it felt; now, so did Larry. As soon as his prostate began riding the pony he started crying out so loud I had to shush him before the whole hotel figured out what was going on. That night I watched my younger step-brother pleasure himself, riding Uncle Ray's pony. Before that night I would have knocked him across the room. Something changed when he asked my permission to try and have Uncle Ray fuck him. I knew that soon I would have to sit down and explain the difference to him between being fucked and being pleasured. With Ben, he got fucked. Tonight, it was pure pleasure. Of course, if any of this was really punishment for anyone involved, I would have been the baddest boy in town! **** We were up and going early Sunday morning. Knowing we were going home with Uncle Ray had given both Larry and me a whole new perspective on our trip. The three of us headed down to the beach for a walk and a talk. Uncle Ray told us he had a good idea we'd be going back with him, but it really wasn't firm until Kathy arrived and said she had to work in Miami another three or four weeks. He also told us our parents were real pleased with the way we acted and conducted ourselves as young gentlemen and with our grades. That was the first hint we had that Uncle Ray had gotten an interim grade report from the school. We were sitting at a table on the patio eating breakfast when Dad and Kathy came out. Uncle Ray order more coffee and our parents had breakfast with us. We all just sat there and talked. It was relaxed and comfortable. When I heard Uncle Ray and Dad talking about the house, I turned to see Dad hand Uncle Ray some papers. I found out it was a check for the first month's rent and something authorizing the realtor to give the keys to Uncle Ray. Dad told him he'd already sent in the deposit. Larry and I volunteered to go over there and do what we could, such as cleaning, to help get things ready. We had lunch with my grandmother and aunt. Larry and I again related the fishing trip story. Uncle Ray said that every time we told the story the fish that got away got bigger and bigger. After our visit Kathy headed back to Miami and Dad took us to the airport. It was then that it occurred to me that Uncle Ray had purchased three round trip tickets. He knew the whole time that Larry and I were going back with him. I didn't say anything then, but his time would come! Back home, everything returned to normal. Larry had his room and I had my nest with Uncle Ray. When we went to bed I snuggled into my spot. There was no sex that night; there was a lot more. As I lay there melting into him, his arm was over my shoulder and he lightly scratched my butt. My finger twisted in his fur and flicked a nipple playfully while I thought. That weekend, another barrier was broken between Larry and me. We were more comfortable with one another, or maybe it was just that I was more comfortable and secure with what was always there. I thought about my dad and Uncle Ray. As soon as I saw my dad I knew I loved him and missed him. That morning, sitting out on the patio I had watched them both. I loved my dad, but I also feared him. I loved my Uncle Ray, but I didn't fear him and knew I never would. Funny how two people can be your dad. Two people who are so different, but they're best friends. Why? Life gets too complicated sometimes; especially for a kid still trying to figure out puberty. End Ch Fifty-Nine To Be continued: comments welcome; contact Dwight Wilson at adm2780@yahoo.com