Date: Sat, 8 Sep 2007 13:46:39 -0700 (PDT) From: adm2780 Subject: Brads Idol Chapter Sixty-Five 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 Matthew for his time and efforts proof reading and editing the chapters. Matthew's assistance contributes substantially to a more enjoyable story. If you like feel good stories, allow me to recommend "Never Take Love For Granted". Matthew wrote it and if I have any criticism, it's that he doesn't write fast enough or post as often as I would like. Chapter Sixty-Five: Brad's Idol When we pulled up to the house, Uncle Ray was outside mowing the yard. He must have been at it for a-while because most of it was cut and he sweating like he'd been standing under the hose; even his jeans were soaked. When he saw us, he stopped and walked towards the car. I thanked Mr. Paul and said I had a great time; which I most certainly did! Running up to Uncle Ray, I turned just as I got to him, leaned back against him and pulled an arm across my chest, and waved good-bye to Donny. It was a little peculiar though that he did a 'thumbs-up' sign to us and said something about seeing us the next day. When they pulled off, I turned to Uncle Ray and wrapped my arms around his waist. Something I had done for years was to plant my chin into his stomach, now chest since I'd grown, and look up at him. "Hi," was all I said and smiled. "Hi, yourself, kiddo. Did you have a good time? I noticed you managed to get dressed before you hit the corner this time." "Ohh, yeeeaaahh. We stopped in Ocala and had breakfast at Shoney's; you know, the big breakfast bar they have. I'm 'bout ta bust. Uncle Ray, did you know that in Sparta they used ta take boys away from their families when they were seven or eight? They put 'em in nurseries and made 'em go naked." For some reason he just gave me a blank look. He was the one that liked history so he should have known all this. "Well, I'd heard or read something along those lines at some point. Where'd this Sparta thing come from besides left field? Were you doing history lessons down at the camp?" "Just sorta'," I responded and continued with my train of thought. "The kids all lived together and they learned to fight. They couldn't quit or cry or they got caned. Part of their schoolin' was to take pain, too. Can you imagine that? Then, when they got to be teenagers, they were given to a warrior that was their mentor. The kid was the warrior's boy. The warrior taught the kid to fight and be tough. The kid took care of his mentor's needs. Pretty neat, huh?" For some reason he still just stood there and gave me a blank look. This was history, not rocket science. "Interesting would probably be a fair statement. May I ask why you have suddenly developed all this interest in scholastics?" "Uncle Ray!" I responded, a little exasperated. "Think about it. You always said that history repeats itself. How old was I when I started coming up on the bus and stayin' with you? About seven or eight, right? How old was I when we started takin' care of certain "needs" for each other? Remember the rubdowns and how old I was when my cherry got popped? History repeatin' itself." I was still looking straight up at him. "Right now, I gotta go polish my mentor's horse." I grabbed my bag and ran inside to change. He just stood there and looked at me. Adults! I tossed my bag on the bed and found my old jogging shorts; the ones with the special cut. In no time I'd stripped to my birthday suit and slipped on the shorts. I was ready to head outside. When I came back out I could hear the edger running so I knew he'd be doin' that for a little while. I also knew that I was supposed to help with the yard, actually Larry and I were supposed to be doing the yard work, but I had another job in mind. He always let me start the cars and move them around the driveway. The garage opened from the back of the house and was behind the fence, so I couldn't move them very far. This time I found the keys to the Olds and moved it out of the garage. I was going to clean my mentor's horse, or car; however you wanted to look at it. Uncle Ray was usually pretty good about keeping his cars clean. I managed to get more than my share of evil looks and fussed at for spilling crumbs or drinks in the car. He always managed to clean things up. He had this thing about never knowing when he would be taking a business associate out to lunch or somewhere. How you maintained your car and your clothes was supposed to somehow reflect on the pride you took in yourself and, therefore, your work. I wasn't dumb, so I knew that was just a big line of bull that adults made up to make kids keep their rooms clean, wear clean clothes and comb our hair. At thirteen I still wasn't tall enough to reach across the top of the car. My solution was to use the small step ladder he had for the kitchen or to just climb on top of the car. This time, I climbed on top of the car. The problem with cleaning the Olds was the t-tops. They were made of Plexiglas and showed every bit of dirt and water spot on them. You had to clean and dry real fast to get them right. Once that was done, I got down on the ground and cleaned away. It was a warm day and the cool water coming from the hose felt pretty good. Being young, and flexible, I didn't have any trouble sticking my head inside the wheel wells and cleaning them either. About three-quarters of the way through my project, he managed to walk up behind me without me hearing him. "Doing a pretty good job there, kiddo." "Oww!" He startled me and I whacked my head on the wheel well. "Sorry, didn't mean to surprise you like that." Maybe he didn't mean to, but it did hurt; metal doesn't usually give. "Thought I'd just take a peek back here and see what you meant by polishing my horse. I get it now. You're doin' a good job, kiddo. Keep going." Keep going? He had to be kidding! He makes me whack my head on the fender and all I get is 'keep going'? "Hey! You can't do that; not fair! You make me whack my head and then just walk off? You owe me some sympathy!" I worked at giving him a 'hurt real bad' look. "Com'ere and let me take a look. I bet you just have a little lump on your head. You didn't dent the fender any, did you?" "Ha . . .Ha," I told him. "That's not funny." He let me lean against him while he rubbed my back and ran his fingers through my hair. He was sweaty, but he felt and smelled good. "It didn't break the skin; you'll live," was his grand conclusion. "However, we really do have a problem now. What do you think we should do about it?" I looked at him like he was nuts; what was he talking about? "Spartan boys were not supposed to whimper or even acknowledge they felt pain. You not only whimpered, but wanted sympathy. In Sparta, that would earn you a very severe punishment. How do you think this warrior should punish his boy for being such a wimp?" Ohhhhh, my God! No! No, no, no, no! This isn't the way this is supposed to work. I just forgot. Then I had to think fast. I couldn't remember if I told him about the 'train fuck', or was it 'chain fuck'? I didn't even know what they were. I prayed even harder that I didn't tell him about the whips and caning. Then I tried to move away from him and he wouldn't let me go. Ohhhh, shit! "You know, I am beginning to remember a lot more of what I heard about the Spartans and how they trained their boys." I could tell by his tone of voice that I was in for it now. It wasn't evil; he didn't even hint at it. That tone always meant he'd figured out just what he was going to do and he was going to enjoy himself. Sometimes, it was at my expense. "If I'm not mistaken, they used to tie the boys up to a pole. If he was a bigger boy, he was supposed to just stand there and hold onto the pole. That was the only support he was allowed. He could not show any emotion on his face while his warrior used a leather strap and worked over the boy's butt or back." He stopped talking and looked around like he wanted something. He might have thought he had me fooled, but I knew he wouldn't hurt me; he was just playing a game. "We don't have a pole I could tie you to. I don't think you're quite big enough for me to demand that you just hold onto a pole. I know; how about if I tie you to the front of the car? That should work." He reached over and grabbed two of his bungee cords. Now wait a minute! "Uncle Ray, you wouldn't really do that, right? You wouldn't hurt me, right?" "I thought you wanted to be my boy. I'm supposed to be your warrior, remember?" "No-no-no-no, not like that! That was just playin'; you wouldn't do that ta me, right?" "I don't know about that, kiddo. Maybe I could reconsider it if you, like maybe, wanted to talk some? Seems to me somebody went south and maybe got into some kind of real kinky stuff?" He looked at me and I knew he wasn't about to hurt me, but he did still have something in mind and I wasn't sure I was going to like it. Suddenly, he reached for me and had me over his shoulder faster than I could think about it. Whether he realized it or not, the way he held me he exposed more of my butt than was covered. We were behind the fence, but the driveway gates were open. The whole neighborhood could appreciate my tan. The truth of the matter was that he didn't care. He headed for the front of the car and plopped me down on the hood. The water hose was lying on the windshield and water was running down part of the hood; now it ran down my shorts. He laid me out and pinned my arms above my head and proceeded to give me raspberries; one after the other. I started screaming in laughter. "No! Don't! Aaaaahhhh . . .STOP!! ^Å .Please, stop!!" Of course, he didn't. The louder I hollered the more he went after me. When he stopped the raspberries, he gave me the claw. It was a good thing for him that the neighbors were accustomed to hearing me hollering for him to stop mixed with my giggling. "OWWWW! OOOHHHH, GAAAHHHDDDD, NO! Uncle Ray, NO! . Please, stop!" My pleading wasn't helped by my giggling. Finally, he did stop and pulled my arms down next to my sides. I had to gasp for breath and try to stop giggling. I took a deep breath and gave him the angriest look I could muster. "Ooohhhh, pooor, poooor, little boy," He teased. I couldn't help it; I broke into another laughing fit. While I was still laughing, I wrapped both legs around him and held on. He put both hands behind my shoulders and lifted me. When he did, I wrapped both arms around his neck and buried my face in his neck. "Love you," he whispered into my ear. He wasn't going to get by that easily. I pushed away from him while he still held me. "That wasn't nice! You hurt sometimes." The only sympathy I got that time was a love pop on my butt while he told me to finish the car. He was going to gather up his tools and take a shower. So much for instantaneous sex. By the time he came back I'd finished washing the car, dried it off, put it back in the garage and closed the gates. I was swimming in the pool; au natural, of course. He joined me and I rode his back while he swam the length of the pool a few times. It was an old game we played. I held onto his shoulders while he swam underwater. When we first started, I was too little to hold my breath long enough to go a full length. In time, I grew in both size and strength enough to last the full length of the pool. I would swear we didn't make as many laps as we used to; he swore it was just my imagination. When he sat on the chaise, I straddled his lap. As always, he put his hands behind me and rubbed my back. I always leaned forward and gave him a kiss on the cheek or side of his neck. This time, after I kissed him on the neck, I started playing with his nips. "I need to ask ya somethin'," I stated simply. "What's a train fuck?" "A train fuck or a chain fuck?" "Train fuck, I think." "A train fuck is where somebody gets tied down. It could be by just their hands, but usually both hands and feet. Then everybody else around gets to fuck them. It's one after the other until everybody's had a turn. Sometimes they go for a second or third round. A chain fuck is when you have four or more guys. They're trying to fuck one another all at the same time. Usually, those situations are a disaster because you can't get a rhythm going. What kind of kinky stuff did you get into at the camp? You didn't get involved with that kind of stuff, did you?" I could tell by the look on his face and the tone of voice he was serious; he wasn't playing or teasing at the moment. Was he? "No, I didn't do any of that. But the train fuck sounds like it could be exciting if they weren't mean about it. But I can't tell ya what we did. They made me take an oath not ta tell and if I do I'd be punished. The punishment was a train fuck, or worse." He just looked at me and laughed a little. "Boy, what am I going to do with you?" "Love me," I answered. "You know what? I came home with some plans for tonight; just you and me. We played some games down there, but I can't tell ya what, but I came home horny, horny, and more horny. I've been thinkin' how you used to give me powder rubs and how good they felt. I can remember when you laid me on my back and lifted my butt in your lap, and then you stuffed me. I wanna get stuffed tonight, and stuffed real good. But I got plans now, too. Close your eyes." I brushed the palm of my hand lightly over his eyes; he closed them. I bathed his neck and tongued his ear. One hand on a shoulder, the other twisting a nip. His breathing said it felt good. I worked one side of his neck and as I moved over, I stopped and we kissed. He let my tongue slip in and I sucked as hard as I could. This wasn't hard and rough; this was loving and gentle. It felt nice to give to him; I would take later. I moaned into his mouth and exhaled; he squirmed even more. Then I felt him play with my butt and massage my cheeks. A hand slipped down to lightly caress my thigh. I whimpered. We continued to make out on the chaise. He relaxed and let me do what I wanted. His nipples tasted good. I chewed a little and heard him take a sharp breath between clenched teeth; then I suckled. Eventually, I worked my way down to his most private part. Teasing him, I kissed around the base and licked his sac. Holding his rod, I rubbed it over the side of my face. With light kisses and slight licks, I moved the rod to the other side. Finally, I teased the head with the tip of my tongue and by putting only the head in my mouth. In and out, inch by inch, I slicked it up with my saliva and let it slide in. When it touched the back of my throat, I swallowed. He tensed and I waited. I took a breath, held it, and I pushed it all the way in; my throat muscles did the rest. The guys down at the camp called that a cum snack, you could have it with or without nuts. When he finished feeding me, he pulled me up and looked me straight in the eyes. His eyes sparkled with joy. Slowly, we both closed our eyes and he kissed me. His tongue entered and cleaned my mouth. He pulled me up slowly, making love to every inch that passed his mouth. Half on my knees, my hands propped on top of the chaise, I entered his mouth. His finger played in my crack and massaged my sac; the twins were delighted. I whimpered and moaned with pleasure. I had face-fucked and been face- fucked several times over the weekend. This wasn't one of the boys. His love for me, his protection and caring, gave this a whole new dimension. It was slow and easy until I was beyond the point of holding off any longer. He milked me for everything I had and then pulled me down into his secure embrace. He waited till we both came down from our sexual highs and relaxed on the chaise for a few minutes. It was nice to lie in his arms, feeling the warm sun, and saying nothing. We stayed that way until my stomach growled. I knew he hadn't pulled anything out for supper and neither of us had lunch. We decided to go for barbeque; sex can make a guy hungry. He asked for a special booth we knew about in the corner. That meant he was going to order a beer and I'd get a taste. We had one of the all-you-can-eat dinners for two. That's all I needed, especially with my plans for that night. But there was no way I could resist those beans; man were they ever good. I'd just have to deal with the side effects later. What I enjoyed most about the day, the meal and that night was that it was just the two of us. No plans, no time schedules, no projects; just the two of us. "Uncle Ray, did you hear Donny say somethin' 'bout seein' us tomorrow? At first, I thought it was just one of those things you say when you're sayin' goodbye, but I don't think so." "We'll see him tomorrow, along with his dad. Evidently, they didn't say anything to you about their plans." I gave him my classic 'duh' look' I didn't know what was going on. "Donny and his dad are going to meet us at your new house tomorrow morning about ten. We're going to pull all the wood-work down, measure it out, and buy new trim. We'll use the old pieces as templates for the new pieces. The big difference will be that the old pieces are painted white, the new pieces will be stained to match the new floor. You and Donny are going to remove all the switch and wall plates. Donny's dad is going to check the room and closets and install any new lights you may need." "Wow! That sounds neat. Donny said he'd help me wire in for stereo if we wanted it; and, assuming my dad doesn't bitch about it." "Hey, kiddo, what'd I tell you about using that kind of language regarding your dad? I'm serious. You may not like a lot of the decisions he makes, but you need to realize we don't always know the whole story. Okay?" "Yes, sir. I didn't mean to be disrespectful. But, Uncle Ray, you know how he is. If I say we'd like ta have stereo speakers, all of a sudden it becomes a major project and nobody can say or do anything but him. Why can't it just be simple?" Then I got that look again and knew to shut up. Suddenly, what was a perfect day and supper was going the wrong way so I tried to change the subject. "When are we going to paint the room?" "I thought we'd try it next weekend. With luck, we can get it painted and begin installing the new floor on Saturday and finish up on Sunday. That's assuming you and Larry get the trim pieces stained this week. Keep in mind that the staining is not a one night thing. You'll have to do a little each day when you get home from school." "That's no sweat, but, can we not talk about that now. I was enjoyin' it bein' just the two of us today. I don't wanna hafta think about leavin' right now. Pleeeaase?" "What would my boy like to do for the rest of the evening? It's your night." Perfect! Just what I wanted. My smile told him I had something in mind. He just looked at me and shook his head. "Here's the plan." I lowered my voice to almost a whisper. There were some things people sitting close by didn't need to hear. "We'll get comfortable in the big chair and just watch something until it's dark. After dark, there'll be no lights, maybe a candle or two, and some music. We get another bath and I get REAL clean. When you get comfortable in your chair, I'm going to find a good spot and you get to pamper me for the rest of the night." "I 'get to pamper' you for the rest of the night? Should I feel thankful for this privilege?" "You might want to, after I show ya a new trick I learned." I answered, grinning with mischief from ear to ear. **** The telephone rang just as the show we were watching was going off. I could tell by the conversation that it was Ben's mom asking about keeping Larry or bringing him home. Uncle Ray said he could stay the night and then invited Ben to come stay the next night. When Uncle Ray looked at me I just shrugged my shoulders. I didn't care if he stayed with us so long as I had that night alone with Uncle Ray. Somewhere during the conversation they settled on Ben's mom bringing them to the new house before noon on Monday. While they talked, I turned off the television and started running water in the tub. One of the issues I had to deal with was to be sure I was properly clean for Uncle Ray to give me all the pampering he wanted to. Sometimes eating barbeque didn't always agree with me, so I had a real concern. This time though, my body cooperated and the excess moved through the system in a nice way. While Uncle Ray talked on the phone I started taking care of those very personal matters. Within a few minutes he walked in and gave me a little help before we got in the tub. "You know, it seems to me I was just in this tub earlier today. Do you really think we need to do this again?" "Yeah. Remember, you said it was my night," I reminded him. "Besides, this helps us relax and get in the right mood." "Should I ask what mood it is we need to get into?" "Uncle Ray, you're not bein' nice. You know what mood. You know what else I want? 'Member the rubdowns you used to give me? I want one of those, then we'll see what happens from there; maybe a surprise." I looked up and smiled at him. "It's been a long time since I've been really pampered." He leaned back against the tub and I straddled his lap, facing him. Gently, he placed a hand behind my neck and pulled me into him. I lay my head on his shoulder with my face buried in his neck; he smelled good. There was always something special about the feel of our skin rubbing together when we were wet. He used his hand to bring the water up to my shoulders and pour it down my back. He bathed just as he had done for so many years and it felt even better than the time before. It was nice when he bathed me because he teased me at the same time. His fingers traveled lightly down my crack. I could feel him chuckle each time he realized that his teasing made my whole body shiver. I liked to lay there with him. As he pampered me, I could reach out occasionally and kiss him gently on the neck or nibble on his ear; that made shivers run through him and I chuckled. After a few minutes I was limp as a rag doll. He leaned me back and with his hand behind me to give support, he washed my hair. I floated in the water with my eyes closed and let my mind and body drift in a blissful state. When he finished my hair, he palmed water over my chest and stomach. Again, the fingers traveled down to tease my sensitive areas. Still floating and with my eyes closed, he maneuvered me so he could stand up. I could tell when he stepped out of the tub, but I continued to float. Soon, his arms slid under me and he lifted me out and stood me in front of him while he dried me. I was being pampered; I was being spoiled. It was nice, real nice. When I heard a cabinet door open and close and then a drawer to do the same, I knew what was coming. He cradled me in his arms and carried me into the family room. I tried to stay as limp as possible; well, most of me. God, this was great! When he set me down on the ottoman and I heard him sit in his chair, I couldn't help it; I opened my eyes a little and smiled. He pulled me up to straddle his lap. We were back to when it all started. I sat on my knees, straddling his lap, and could feel him bring his legs up. With his feet propped on the ottoman, his legs formed a bed for me to lie on. Holding me close to his chest he whispered in my ear how nice I smelled and how soft my skin felt. Two fingers ran slowly up and down my back. Two fingers lightly ran over the outline of my cheeks and then traveled down to tease my crack and treasure hole. Shivers ran through me and I began to whimper and squirm. When he lay me back, he pushed my arms to the side and let them hang naturally. My head bobbed and rolled with the whimpers and deep breaths. Again, two fingers began to travel up and down my front and sides. Slowly they moved; my skin became very sensitive and I whimpered like his little wet puppy. A finger outlined a nipple, then the fingernail bisected the nipple; a sharp breath from the sensation. A finger tickled the valley between scrotum and thigh; another deep breath. A fingernail traced the outline under the glan; a cry of pleasure. Two hands rested under my back and lifted me so his warm, wet tongue could bathe my chest. When he lay me down again, a thumb massaged the entry to my treasure. His pace was steady; he never hurried. He teased me into a sexual delirium where I whimpered and whined my pleasures to him. When he carried me to bed, he lay me on my back. The bed rocked as he lay down with me. I was totally relaxed, except for one part that was very important to all males. He crawled on top of me, propped on his elbows and lying between my legs. His warm breath flowed over the side of my face. I opened my eyes and smiled. He bent down and kissed me on the forehead and then the end of my nose. He looked at me again and smiled for a moment before he bent down and caressed my neck and ears with his tongue. Before he finished, every nerve in my body had been set on fire. There was only one person who could ever make me feel this way and I loved it. His puppy? Yes. His boy? Absolutely! My warrior? No doubt! Eat your heart out, Sparta boy. He rolled me on my stomach and I felt him suckle at the back of my knees. My reactions were now just one continuous moan or whimper, interrupted only by sharp breaths that begged him to continue. His tongue licked, stabbed and flicked its way up my crack and then back down. He dove down to the perineum and licked the back of my sac. I spread my legs as wide as I could. Gently, slowly he worked his way up my back while his fingertips played with the back of my thighs. He pushed me into another world where only he and I existed and I was there for him to do whatever he pleased. When he reached my neck, he lay next to me and pulled me on top of him. I lay there, squirming and waiting for whatever he wanted to do to me. I knew he wasn't finished but I didn't know what to expect next; it didn't matter. His fingers ran through my hair and he whispered how it was angel soft. He told me how fresh and vibrant I smelled. He took my head in his palms and told me how beautiful a boy I was and our lips touched. I melted into him. His taste sent renewed shock-waves through my body. As we kissed I felt the middle finger of his right hand travel down the crack and begin to massage my hole. I whimpered into his mouth, but I didn't pull away. As his finger put pressure on my hole, his tongue put pressure on my lips. Both opened without resistance. I didn't know which felt better; they both sent messages of pure pleasure through my mind. After a few minutes, during which his finger never stopped massaging me, he broke our kiss. "Just lay there and relax," He whispered. "I'm loosening my boy up. Soon I'll enter you and you'll experience something I've never done for you before." He promised something new. There was no apprehension, only excitement and anticipation. One finger moved in a circle to open me, then two. With two fingers in me he moved them in a scissors motion, stretching the sides. With everything I did that weekend at the camp I probably could have taken him with no trouble, but this felt too good. A third finger entered and they moved in deeper. I jumped and grabbed him around the neck as he stroked my prostate. The fingers left me; I felt empty. Then, the fingers came back and I could feel the lubricant. He continued the massage. "Okay, do you think you're ready? I've been working you for almost an hour." My only response was to hug him. "I want you to slide onto the bed and lay about three-quarters of the way on your stomach. I'll show you something you won't learn at Sparta-boy training camp." I did exactly as he said. My plan for the night had been to have hot and furious sex with him. He turned the evening into passionate pampering of me. I wanted to milk him with my new skills. He decided to show me love. One of his legs parted my legs. His hand reached down and spread my cheeks. I could feel his rod, hard and stiff. The heat his member generated sent my level of desire higher and higher. I wanted him. I wanted him his way. His right hand slipped under my cheek and lifted my head to rest on the crook of his left arm. The right hand returned to my cheek and I felt him lining up to enter me. I tried pushing back, I wanted him. He told me to lie still and just enjoy the feelings. As his head broke through the sphincter, his tongue entered my ear and his fingers pinched a nipple. I inhaled and whimpered. My hole was burning, my ear tingled and my nipple ached. My body began to convulse in every direction, wanting more of whatever he was doing. He told me to push out and when I did, he thrust into me. I cried out. I don't know if it was pleasure or pain, or both. It felt magnificent. We lay there with him rubbing my stomach. I twisted my head, subconsciously, and he kissed me. He thrust again, I cried out again as I felt the heat of our two bodies merge. I was fully impaled. His hips ground against me and moved in a circle. I thought I was loosened up, and maybe I was. The sensations I felt were unbelievable. He was right, this was all new. He hooked my leg, held me fast and, then, he pulled my leg down and back, stretching me. His left arm came over my chest and pulled me into him. He arched his back, stretching me. This new position gave me new and even more incredible sensations. I was his whimpering boy. "AAAAGGGGGHHHH!! . . .ohhhhh gaahhhhdd! . . .fuck! . . more . .fuck me harder . .harder . .aaaaggggghhhhh!! . . .aaaaaaaggggghhh!!" Tears ran down my face as I pleaded to be stretched and fucked even harder. I wanted it; I needed it. Bad!! "Fuuuck mmeeee!! . . .haaaarrd!! . .haaaarrd! . .fuck . .uunnngggghhh!! . .uunngghh . .uunngghh . .uunngghh ; ; .AAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!" My body contracted and stretched with each thrust. With each thrust he pulled me harder and further till I thought my joints would pop loose; still, I begged for more. A hand held my tackle. His fingers pressed the orbs: little finger, third finger, middle finger, first finger. Then reversed: first finger, middle finger, third finger, little finger. He squeezed and massaged the package while his thumb ran over the oversensitive head. "AAAAAHHH!! . .nnooooo . .nnnoooo . .I'm gonna shoot!! . .Uncle Ray!! I'm gonna shoot!!" He squeezed and massaged harder until I did shoot. I shot so hard that it hurt, and it wouldn't stop. My insides convulsed and kept trying to pump out more. While I cried out and the tears ran down my cheeks, he continued to thrust in and out, in and out. I could feel his pelvis pounding my butt: thump. . .thump . .thump . .BAAMM!! Even after the twins were milked for all they had, he kept going and I kept begging for more. His left arm moved above my chest to grip my wrists and pull me harder and farther. My back followed the arch of his body; he was bending me backwards now. No more convulsing, just pulling me back, pulling me tight while I felt his rod thrusting through my gut and over the prostate. Before I realized it, he was massaging my package again, and again, it felt like I had to shoot. I cried for mercy; I cried for him to fuck me harder and harder. He had one major problem; he was human. He couldn't last all night. I don't know how long he did last, but it was an eternity. His hand began to fly up and down my shaft. It was still sensitive and I cried for him to stop but to go faster and harder. Soon, I felt like I was going to cut loose with another load. I felt his pace pick up and then become erratic as he pumped me harder. He bit down on my shoulder as I yelled my passion and he began to fill me. I felt his rod jerk with each shot. Before he finished, I shot another load. He pumped me a few more times and I tightened my muscles to help milk him dry. A gentle hand lay over my stomach and pressed me into him. My head lay in the crook of his left arm. He stayed in me; he was still ready for action. We were both exhausted and tried to catch our breaths. I held his right arm over me. Holding it tight, I kissed the back of his hand. He whispered in my ear how much he loved his beautiful boy. I squeezed the arm tighter. After a few minutes I felt his hand reach around me and try to turn me over. I turned and lay a leg over his body, an arm around his chest. He pulled me up and kissed me on the forehead. "Love you, boy." I didn't say anything as tears of love rolled silently down my cheek. After a few minutes I rolled my head over and kissed him on the cheek and whispered in his ear. "Love you, Uncle Ray. Love you. I just got royally fucked! . . . Wanna do it again?" End Ch Sixty-Five To Be Continued: comments welcome; contact Dwight Wilson at adm2780@yahoo.com