Date: Mon, 23 Jul 2007 17:26:21 -0700 (PDT)
From: adm2780 <adm2780@yahoo.com>
Subject: Brad's Idol  Chapter Sixty

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Chapter Sixty: Brad's Idol


After the fishing trip and weekend with my dad and Kathy, I started riding
two emotional roller coasters.  The first roller coaster was the dread of
leaving Uncle Ray.  After all, for the most part, I had it made with him.
All I had to do was get half-decent grades, use some common sense, and not
screw up real bad.  A small screw-up was okay since Uncle Ray always said
that any boy that didn't get into a little mischief and trouble once in a
while was either very good at getting away with things or very dull.  One
thing was certain, my life wasn't dull.  The second roller coaster was the
excitement of moving into a new house and knowing we would be near Uncle
Ray.  The problem with the second roller coaster was that, somewhere along
the track, it had me leaving Uncle Ray, which swapped me back to the first
roller coaster.  Again, life was getting more messed up than it should be.
I decided the best way to deal with the roller coaster rides was to just
ignore them and have fun.

The upcoming weekend was homecoming at school.  The only homecoming I had
experienced up till then was at the university.  At university, they
definitely knew how to party and have fun.  I assumed that homecoming at
school would be the same, except there wouldn't be any alcohol, which
didn't bother me since I couldn't have any anyway.  The big event was
supposed to be part of a fall festival that would include a carnival with
rides, games and, of course, food.  On Friday night, there was going to be
a dance they called a sock-hop.  I'd heard of sock-hops and seen them in
movies where the story took place in the fifties or sixties.  I showed the
handout to Uncle Ray during dinner on Monday night.

"Look at this, Uncle Ray.  We're having a fall festival for homecoming next
weekend."  He just sat there and looked at me and Larry like he was waiting
on one of us to say what he already knew we wanted.

"Looks like fun, guys.  And the question is?"  He started all over again,
just like always, acting like he didn't know what we wanted.

"We want to go.  There's gonna be rides, games and food.  Read the
handout."  I said to him like it should have been the most obvious thing in
the world, and it should have been.

"I read the handout.  It's the same kind of thing they did when I was in
school.  Now, you know I'm going to encourage both of you to go and have
fun with your friends.  However, my instincts are telling me there's more,
knowing you two."

"Brad, go ahead and ask 'im, like we said."  Larry whispered in my ear like
we were in a saw mill.  Uncle Ray heard him and smirked that look of 'I
knew it' he likes to show sometimes.

"Well, you see, it's like this.  We've seen some of them old movies and
television shows like Happy Days where the kids had sock-hops.  On
television the kids just sort of hung around.  In the movies they danced
like professionals.  What really goes on at one of those things?"  There!
He won; I asked.

"A sock-hop is a dance.  Usually there's a punch bowl and some
refreshments; what we call finger foods.  I would imagine that for your age
they would probably serve some cookies or brownies.  Do you know why it's
called a sock-hop?"  I had to shake my head.

"It is a dance.  The dance is usually held in the gym which has a highly
polished floor.  I bet that at school you aren't allowed to walk on the gym
floor in hard sole shoes, right?" I nodded.  'So, you take off your shoes
and walk around in just your socks; ergo, sock- hop."

"What's ergo?"  He had me sidetracked.

"Ergo is a Latin word that means therefore or hence.  In this case you
dance in your sock feet.  It'd sound a little dumb to call it a sock-dance,
wouldn't it?"

"Who said anything about dancing?"  I asked him.

"Don't want to take a chance on any of the guys seeing you ask a girl to
dance, right?"  He was back with that grin again.

"Nooooo.  That's not it at all."  I told him.  He was being a bit
ridiculous.

"Okay, so we aren't worried about one of the guys seeing us ask a girl to
dance.  So, I guess we're worried that the girl might be a better dancer?
Or, how about the guys accusing you of having a girlfriend when you go back
to school on Monday?"  He wasn't letting up any.

"It's not that, Uncle Ray.  You know I can dance; you made me take those
lessons, remember?  Plus, I danced at Ponte Vedra with Aunt Charlotte and
your mother.  It's just that, well, I don't think they'll be doin' that
kind of dancin' at school.  At school we like rock 'n' roll, not elevator
music."

"Okay, I get it.  You're worried about fast dancing and embarrassing
yourself."  He looked at Larry.  "What about you, same problem?"  Larry
just nodded.

"Easy fix guys."  Then, he dropped the teasing tone from his voice.  "You
know, boys, I can remember being your age and going to dances at school.  I
can also remember being worried about asking a girl to dance.  What do you
do if she says 'no'?  Suppose she's a better dancer?  If we did dance, I
spent the whole time praying that I didn't step on her foot.  Sometimes I
guess I didn't pray hard enough because I did step on the girl's foot."  He
sat there for a minute, looking at us and grinning.  We couldn't help but
grin back; he knew the big problems and, thank goodness, we didn't have to
try and explain all of them to him.

"You know, even if you're the best dancer in the whole school, those fears
can still kind of creep in on you and mess up an evening of what should be
just fun.  Suppose I could suggest a way to get rid of those fears and
still have fun at the dance; interested?"  Of course we were; kind of.

"Rather than you asking a girl . . ."

"Wait a minute," I interrupted.  "You're not goin' to suggest the girls ask
the boys are you?"

"Excuse me."  That was his way of telling me to shut up. "Before I was so
rudely interrupted, I was going to suggest line dancing."  I looked at him,
trying to decide if he was serious; he was.

"Uncle Raaaayyyyeee," I more or less whined, "you're not really serious are
ya?  I mean, this isn't like the old days.  We don't listen much to country
music where they dance like that; we do rock'n' roll.  You know, somethin'
with a quick beat to it?"

"Who told you that you only line dance to country music?"

"Well, I seen it on TV, and that's what they do."

"Well, my encyclopedic young friend, I'm here to inform you that you can
line dance to rock'n' roll.  You know, I think the other part of your
problem is that you aren't comfortable fast dancing.  Line dancing can
solve that issue also and I think you'll find it's fun."

"What's encyclopedic mean?  I think I just got insulted."

"See there, kiddo, I always said you were very perceptive."  He smiled and
never answered the question.  "Believe it or not, we did have rock'n' roll
when I was growing up.  It was introduced right after electricity and
indoor plumbing."  My objections started going no where fast and I had a
good idea what was about to happen before the weekend.

When we went to bed that night I lay in my nest and enjoyed the feeling of
his fingers running up and down my back.  I knew he was up to something and
I had a good idea what it was.  The question was whether I should say
something and hope he would forget the whole thing.  There was no way that
was going to happen.

"Uncle Ray, you're not goin' ta do what I think you are, are ya?"

"Probably, knowing what it usually means when you ask me a question that
way.  What do you think I'm going to do?"  I climbed on top of him and
leaned over with my hands on his shoulders and looked him straight in the
eyes.

"For some reason, I think that you are going to try to arrange for us to
take line dancing lessons before the weekend."  I said the words very
precisely and slowly.  "Please tell me that's not what you are going to do;
please?"

"You know, part of my job description, and part of my deep commitment to
your dad, is to provide you with some memorable moments.  Those moments may
be happy, sad, fun, fantastic, and even embarrassing or humiliating.  You
may choose which category this little experience will fit into."

"All of them, probably."

"Boy, you're in trouble now!"  Before I knew what was happening he grabbed
me by the hips and lifted me off him.  Turning me on my back he got the
claw hold on my stomach and started digging in.

"Stop! . .Stop! . .That's not fair."  He held me down with my face buried
in his neck while he squeezed my stomach muscles.  I tried to tell him it
hurt but I couldn't stop laughing.  "Don't . .don't . .Uncle Ray, that's
not fair . ."  And all I could do was giggle until he grabbed me and spun
me around.  The next thing I knew the twins were wrapped in warmth and I
gasped for air.  Oh man!  Did it ever feel so good!

He pulled me in close and wrapped his arm over my side, cupping a cheek.
His thumb trailed up and down my crack and I began to whimper.  Wet kisses
covered the inside of my thigh while a finger made tiny circles over my
treasure hole.  I felt a finger lying in my crack and then he pulled me
closer; my member now felt his warmth.  Using his leg as my pillow, I
returned the feelings as best I could.

My whimpers were a combination of the pleasures he gave me and what I tried
to give him.  We lay there forever, enjoying one another until neither of
us could control it any longer.  I don't know which of us erupted first,
but we both fed the other almost simultaneously.  Enjoying his taste, while
my body was wracked with its own pleasures, was a nice way to end the day.
Before I regained my normal breathing he turned me and I snuggled into my
nest.  His fingers scratched my butt while I drifted off.

                                                           ****

He did it!  I knew he was going to do it, but hoped he wouldn't embarrass
me; but, he did it!  About fifteen or twenty minutes before the end of my
last class the next day, I received a note to report to the office
immediately after class.  Anyone who knew Uncle Ray knew that meant he had
done it.  Over the years I had to learn proper etiquette, how to eat at a
formal dinner, the proper or correct way to dress for 'certain' occasions,
and I even learned how to slow dance.  Admittedly, none of this hurt me and
did allow me to do things most other kids probably never had the chance to
enjoy, including a lot of travel.  However, this time he really did it; he
was about to embarrass me in front of my class-mates.  I was about to be
marked for the rest of my school life!

When I got to the office, I met Larry just outside the door.  Within a
couple of minutes I spotted Donny coming our way but didn't think he might
be caught up in all this.  Then, I saw Andy, Uncle Ray's secretary's son,
headed our way.  I was dead.  My butt was cooked but good if all of us were
hooked into these dance lessons.  When I took the slow dance lessons, it
was just me and the instructor.  I acted like it was a pain, but it really
wasn't too bad and it let me function at a number of the parties Uncle Ray
took me to.  It also got me invited to several parties; so, no real harm.
However, I wasn't too thrilled over getting blamed for my friends having to
take dance lessons.  We'd never live this one down.  A couple of minutes
later, Uncle Ray walked in.

"Uncle Ray, please tell me this isn't about what I think it's about," I
pleaded.

"Brad, settle down son.  Believe it or not, you will live through all this,
plus, you'll probably have a great time."  He acted like taking dance
lessons was nothing.

"That's what I was afraid of.  You're killing me, Uncle Ray."

"Brad, you're over-reacting.  Like I said, settle down and enjoy it; it'll
be fun."

"How'd Andy and Donny get caught up in this?"

"Easy.  I hired the instructor.  The class can be up to six people.  Paul
was in the office and thought Donny would enjoy it.  Andy's mom thought it
would be good for him, so^Å"

"Sorry, guys."  I turned around and apologized to my friends for what was
about to happen.  When I looked, Andy and Larry were joking around with
their arms hooked together doing that leg kick thing they saw a line of
ladies doing on television.  Donny was looking at me and it was all he
could do not to bust out laughing.

Uncle Ray took us to a place called Dance Elite that was located right
across from the high school.  So, not only did my friends get caught up in
Uncle Rays plan of humiliation for me, all the kids at the high school
could see us make the long walk to our deaths!  When we walked in no one
was there but us.  We found out a few minutes later that they don't
normally give lessons until after supper time but the owner was a friend of
Mr.  Paul, Donny's dad.  We weren't too sure what to expect when we walked
in, but we didn't go straight to learning a dance.  The man that seemed to
be the boss was about Uncle Ray's age.  There were two other people, a lot
younger but too old to be in high school standing to the side watching us.
The man with Uncle Ray signaled them over to join us.

"Guys, this is Alicia and Gary, they will be your instructors.  Donny's dad
and Ray have told us what's going on at school and said you guys want to
learn how to line dance, right?"  Who gave him that line, as if I couldn't
guess?  The look I got from Uncle Ray said 'keep it shut', so I did.

"I, personally, am not too good with the dances that a lot of the young
people come in here to learn, so I thought Alicia and Gary would be better
as your instructors."

"Excuse me," I interrupted.  "You said a lot of young people come in here
to learn?"

"Sure, we give lessons to a lot of middle and high school students.  Monday
and Wednesday afternoons are reserved for group lessons.  We usually have a
dozen or more in here on those afternoons.  Most of them are here to learn
something about line dancing.  Isn't that why you're here?"

"Oh, yes, sir.  We want to keep up with our class.  We just don't want them
seeing us do it."  I lied and managed to keep a straight face.  Uncle Ray
was having a great time.

After talking with us for a few minutes, Alicia and Gary started teaching
us how to do the Macarena.  That was great.  I'd seen some of the kids at
school doing it and tried to follow them, but didn't do that well.  The way
Alicia and Gary taught us, it was easy.  Before we left that day, four boys
were having fun doing the Macarena; of course there were certain moves that
we managed to exaggerate, but that was part of the fun.  Before we knew it,
two hours had passed.  Alicia and Gary promised to show us how to do the
dance to different music the next afternoon and to teach us a dance where
we could slide across the floor in our sock feet and wiggle our butts.

That night after dinner, Larry and I showed Uncle Ray our version of one of
the Macarena steps.  Rather than put ours hands on our hips and do a little
swivel move, we grabbed the crotch and did a sharp forward thrust.  The
change was not received with any degree of appreciation for ingenuity.

"We're just playin'.  We wouldn't do it at the dance, you know that," I
pleaded.

"I know you.  That's why I'm worried you might do it at the dance.  Now, we
do fully understand how I would react if I found out you did pull that
little move at the dance, right?"

"Yes, sir.  We won't; we promise."  He was being a real party pooper.
Whether he was right or not was a different story.

"Good.  Brad, I want you to have a good time at the dance and with your
friends.  However, I am trusting that at least some of what I've tried to
teach you has stuck in that head of yours.  Also, you need to remember that
around here, people see you and associate you with me.  That needs to be a
positive association.  Okay?"

"Uncle Ray, you know I wouldn't do anything to embarrass you."

"I know you wouldn't intentionally do anything to embarrass me or you.
But, I also know what it can be like when you get with a group of other
kids.  Just be careful, okay?  Now, it's time for two young fellas that
have school tomorrow to get ready for bed.  Bath time, guys."  I got a hug,
a little kiss on the top of my head and then he turned me around and gave
me a little push towards the bathroom.  That meant we weren't getting in
the big tub together tonight.

The next day Uncle Ray picked us up and dropped us off at the dance studio.
He didn't stay with us this time.  He had an errand to run.  We learned to
do something called Garry's Wiggle or The Wiggle.  The steps were pretty
simple and easy to learn which was good considering the dance was only a
couple of days off.  Gary said a number of kids had been coming in to learn
this particular line dance.  The parts you could play with were the slide,
which should be easy in sock feet on the gym floor, and the wiggle.

Uncle Ray showed up just before the end of the lesson.  We took Andy home,
but instead of heading for Donny's house, Uncle Ray turned in another
direction.  He had a set of keys to our new house.  While we learned to
wiggle, he did an inspection with the realtor.  Uncle Ray said both he and
the realtor were surprised, and disappointed, at the condition of the
house.  The carpets were going to need cleaning because they smelled like a
dirty wet dog, and every room needed to be painted.  Uncle Ray worked out a
deal so the realtor and owner didn't have to worry about the painting and
carpet, we would take care of those items.  In exchange, the first month's
rent was free.  When he told us about the deal, the part we didn't
understand was that when he said we would take care of the painting, he
really meant 'we', which may or may not include my dad.

                                                           ****

The night of the dance, Uncle Ray dropped us off at school.  When he
stopped the car I turned and looked at him.  He didn't give me time to say
anything.

"No, Brad, I'm not staying.  I know that would be embarrassing.  Believe it
or not, I can remember back when I was your age.  Sometimes, adults just
get in the way.  It's your homecoming, your dance, and your time to have
fun.  You know the usual lecture on behaving yourself.  Take the cell phone
and give me a call when you're ready to come home.  Otherwise, I'll be here
at ten.  Fair enough?"  I didn't say anything.  I just gave him a big hug
and little peck on the cheek with a quick 'thanks' and we took off.

Uncle Ray did make Larry and me both carry two little slips of paper with
our names on them.  When we got inside the gym I understood what he was
trying to tell me.  Every other pair of sneakers looked just like ours.
Guess every kid wanted to be wearing the latest 'in' shoe.  We took our
shoes off and stuck the slips of paper inside so we would know which shoes
were ours.

Things were about like you'd expect.  There were three main groups, each
group consisting mainly of kids in the same grade.  Each group was then
broken down into two groups, one was boys, the other girls.  Everybody
wanted to do something, but no one wanted to be the first.  The music was
playing, but the floor was empty.  At each end of the gym, which was also
the basketball court, tables were set up with punch bowls and snacks.  Both
ends of the court were busy.  With nothing else to do, the boys started
having sliding contests.  We started on one end of the court, ran to the
middle and then slid as far as we could.  The main part of the
entertainment was when one of us slipped and busted our butt.  I collected
more than one bruise.

I hung with my class, Larry and Ben were hanging together and Donny kind of
moved around some.  I saw him approach the DJ and soon knew what he did.
When he turned away from the DJ and headed towards where I was standing,
the music for the Macarena came on.  Donny grinned from ear to ear.

"C'mon Brad.  My dad made me learn this thing so I'm gonna do it at least
once.  Let's go."

"Man, I don't wanna do it with everybody watching."  He had to be able to
understand that.  He spotted Andy and waved him over.

"Okay, I know that can be a little nerve wracking.  How about if we do it
facing the wall?  When it comes times to put our hands on our hips and
swivel, we can give them a real show."  His smile said he was having a good
time with this, so I shrugged my shoulders and we went for it.

We weren't perfect by any means, but we weren't bad either.  We all missed
a step here and there, but we just laughed together and kept on going.  It
didn't take much before we each had it down and were really having fun.  We
did the turns to the left and right, but we didn't turn around.  I could
see some of the kids out of the corner of my eye trying to follow us.
About the third time through the steps we did turn around and I was
shocked.  There was Nancy, standing right in front of me doing the
Macarena.  Around Nancy were a number of other kids either doing the dance
or trying to pick up on the moves.  We just smiled at one another.

Nancy knew the dance; that was obvious.  My eyes were automatically drawn
to her boobs.  Each time she crossed her arms to touch her shoulders, it
pushed her boobs together and up a little.  Her skin looked so smooth and
soft; almost silky.  When they pressed together and formed the crack in
between I couldn't help but wonder if the crack in my butt cheeks looked
that nice.  If it did, then I knew why Uncle Ray liked to run his tongue up
and down my crack.  I kept watching and wondering if her boobs would feel
as soft and nice as they looked.  Then, I realized I was having these
thoughts while watching Nancy dance.  Warped; just plain warped.

When the music stopped there must have been half the kids in the gym either
dancing with us or standing around trying to pick up on the moves.  We were
all laughing and by the end, sweating.  Everyone headed to the end of the
court to find a cool drink.  Nancy and I walked together.

"Dance Elite?"  She asked me as we walked along.  I had to laugh and nod.
She told me that she knew of at least six other kids whose parents had
taken them there.

The Macarena music and dance really made everyone relax and start to have a
good time.  We all gathered in groups again, but this time it wasn't with
just class-mates or kids of the same gender.  Some of Nancy's friends came
over and some of mine.  We found out that we didn't all learn the same
dances.  Almost all of us learned the Macarena, but only a few of us
learned The Wiggle.  So, how did we spend the rest of the dance?  What
else, we taught one another the dances we knew.  It was an absolute blast!

Long before we were ready for it to happen, someone announced the last
dance.  It was a slow dance.  I found Nancy, and it was nice.  She stood
close and she smelled real nice.  She also felt soft and silky.  There was
no doubt that I could handle doing this another time; no problem.

The lights flashed at 10:30, telling us it was time to leave.  We walked
outside and Uncle Ray was sitting in the park lot, waiting.  Nancy's mom
was parked next to him and they talked.  I asked Uncle Ray if we could just
go somewhere and get a little late night snack before going home; Nancy's
mom agreed.  We spotted Donny who was headed to his dad's car and asked
them to join us.  Ben came home with us, also.  We headed to Denny's where
the adults sat at one table and the kids at another.  This evening was
coming out a lot better than I had ever imagined.

When we got home I was a little wired not only from the fun of the dance,
but three glasses of coke at Denny's; that and fries.  Ben and Larry were
in about the same condition.  Ben and Larry hit the shower for a quick
cleaning and came out dripping wet and bouncing.  Uncle Ray watched them
and just shook his head.  I took his hand and pulled at him; it was our
turn.

We took a warm shower.  As usual, I melted into him and enjoyed the feel of
him bathing me.  We talked some more and I told him a lot of what happened
at the dance and how much fun we had.  I also made it a point to thank him
for arranging for the dance lessons.  It was the lessons that allowed me to
have so much fun.  After the shower, I told him I would be there in a
minute and he headed to the bed.  I took just a few more minutes to make
myself pleasant for him.

When we went to bed, I snuggled into my usual nest.  If we were quiet we
could here Ben and Larry giggling in Larry's room.  We ignored them;
neither of us needed any details.  I didn't pretend to try and go to sleep.
I ran my fingers through his fur and then just dropped onto a nipple and
began to suckle.  He didn't fight me; a finger began to travel lightly up
and down the crack I had thought about earlier.  I climbed up on his
stomach, straddling him and then leaned down to tease his neck.  After a
few light kisses and a few heavy kisses that I hoped didn't turn into
hickeys, my tongue found his ear.  While my mouth was busy, his hands were
busy on my nips and my butt.

"I want to ride the pony," I whispered in his ear.

The pony turned into a wild bronc that night.  There were no complaints,
although I'm sure there were plenty of passionate cries.  In the end he
rode my back and branded me on the shoulder.  We were spooned together as I
drifted off to sleep.  Again, I was branded as his boy.

End Ch Sixty

To Be Continued: comments welcome; contact Dwight Wilson at
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