Date: Sat, 9 Feb 2008 21:15:43 -0800 (PST)
From: adm2780 <adm2780@yahoo.com>
Subject: Brads Idol Chapter Seventy-Seven

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NOTE: Special thanks to Matthew Templar 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.

I would like to thank the many readers who have been kind enough to send
their emails.  It will soon be time to say goodbye to Brad and Uncle Ray.
My original intent was to follow Brad through his young adult life;
however, I had no idea when I began that the story would turn out to be
this long.  It has been an pleasure for me to write and I may pick up with
Brad in his teen years in the not too distant future.  At the moment, I
have a new story I'm writing and will continue with New Horizons.


Chapter Seventy-Seven: Brad's Idol

Saturday morning I awoke and immediately became aware of four major issues.
The first issue was that I was aware of any issues at all.  The second
issue was the fact that when I reached over to wrap my arms around warmth,
he wasn't there; I was alone in the bed.  The third issue was how badly my
eyeballs ached and I couldn't see beyond the backside of my eyelids.  My
eyelids were either glued down, had heavy weights attached, or were just
plain uncooperative.  The fourth issue was that I had a personal problem
that demanded immediate relief.  After satisfactorily dealing with issue
four, I climbed back in bed and pulled the covers over my head so that my
body could deal with issues one and three.  Unfortunately, my body didn't
realize its role in the plan and didn't cooperate.

After crawling under the covers, my body refused to go back to sleep.  I
tossed and turned until I'd had enough and found my way down the hall.
Uncle Ray was sitting in the family room.  My eyes still refused to see
much more than the back of my eyelids, but I did peek out enough to make my
way to him.  I crawled into his lap and lay my head on his shoulder.  My
back was available to him to rub.

"I think someone is still mostly asleep.  Why don't you go back to bed?" he
asked softly.

"Nooooo," I whined. "You left me."

"Yes, I did.  I wanted you to get your sleep.  You're so tired you can't
even keep your eyes open.  Now, c'mon, let's get you back in bed."

"Nooooo," I whined.

"Young fella, I don't need you cranky today and I'd really prefer not to
spend my time fighting with you.  Hold on to my neck and I'm going to stand
up with you."

Of course, he was right, but I didn't want to go back to sleep.  I held on
and he stood.  I felt an arm across my back and his other arm slipped under
my legs.  He cradled me as I held onto his neck, and he carried me back to
the bed.  He lay me on the bed and sat next to me.  I rolled onto my
stomach and hooked an arm under his leg to hold him.

"You need to sleep for at least another hour."  He spoke to me gently as
his hand moved slowly up and down my back.  He was not playing fair.  "It's
still early and we have a whole day and tomorrow ahead of us."  He
continued to talk as he rubbed my back and tucked the covers in around me.
I was wrapped in the sheets and blanket like a small cocoon; it was warm
and cozy.  I didn't know what he was saying as I drifted off; just as he
knew I would.

                                       * * * *

For the second time that morning I found Uncle Ray sitting in the family
room, enjoying his coffee and reading the paper.  I plopped my naked self
down on the sofa and lay my head in his lap, looking up at him.

"That was not a very nice thing you did."

"You may not have thought it nice, but I thought it was the best thing for
you.  At least now you're half way awake whereas earlier you were a walking
zombie.  As much as you were whining, it was a matter of time before you'd
be in trouble and then the day would have been ruined for us both.  How do
you feel now?"

"Half asleep and hungry.  What time is it anyway?"  I rolled over onto my
side and looked outside; the sun wasn't shining.

"About nine thirty.  Earlier you were up at your normal school time.  That
was way too early, considering how late you went to bed."

"How come you're dressed?  You go somewhere?"

"Not yet; waiting on you to see if you wanted to join me.  How'd you like a
Belgian waffle for breakfast?"

"Where we gonna get that?"

"IHOP.  I thought we might want to try something a little different.  We
could, maybe, ride our bikes up to IHOP, have some breakfast, and then see
what develops from there.  Since this is your last weekend here, I thought
I'd let you decide what we do.  How's that?"

"You're kiddin', right?"  I asked him, half laughing and half wondering.
"You and me ride our bikes up to IHOP.  Uncle Ray, when was the last time
you rode a bike that far?"

"Careful, kiddo, I'm not that far over the hill.  Besides, I figured we
could use the shortcuts through the school yards and whatever other
shortcuts you kids have discovered or shared and it won't be quite so far.
What d'ya think?"

"Let me get this straight, now.  We ride our bikes to IHOP and then I get
to choose what we do for the rest of the weekend, right?" He nodded.
"Good.  Let's go eat and then what I want is to get some movies to watch,
we grill steaks for dinner, and go nowhere.  Not only do we go no where,
but no body bothers us; not even phone calls.  This weekend it's just you
and me and ta heck with the rest of the world.  Okay?"  He reached down and
rubbed my stomach before patting me there.  The patting was my signal to
go.  I jumped up to go get dressed, but first, I leaned into him for my
morning hug.  I got the hug with a little love pat on my butt.

We rode our bikes to the IHOP.  I lead the way and took most of the
shortcuts that I knew.  Knowing that he didn't get the physical exercise
that I usually got, plus the fact that he was already over thirty, I tried
to keep a little slower pace than normal.  There was no reason to embarrass
him or make him feel bad about not being able to keep up.  He had his usual
breakfast of eggs, bacon and grits (grits: yyuuuccchhhh!!) while I finished
off two Belgian waffles and a side order of little sausage links.  When he
finished, he drank his coffee and watched me.

"What?" I asked.

"Where are you putting all that food?"

"I'm growin'; I gotta keep up my strength."

"Just make sure you're not growin' in the wrong direction."  When he told
me that, I thought a second, but only a second, and was real proud of
myself.  I could have said something about the love handles he was growing,
but I didn't.  I was good.

"Uncle Ray, I think we might have a problem.  Look outside; it's gettin'
kinda dark, fast."

As we left IHOP I noticed it was a little cooler, probably because the sun
had disappeared.  When I headed for home, Uncle Ray called to me as he went
in a different direction.  I thought he might be lost and thought about
teasing him about being old.  Turned out he knew where he was headed, the
grocery store.

"Uncle Ray, if we don't hurry we're gonna get wet."

"You worried about melting or turning into a pillar of salt?"

"How do I turn into a pillar of salt?"

"Well, if you're sweet like sugar, you melt.  If you're bitter like salt,
you turn into a pillar of salt."

"Ha, ha, thanks."  I was frustrated because I couldn't think of a smart
answer to throw back at him.

In the store he picked up a couple of steaks and I picked up some Bavarian
cream filled goodies.  We added some popcorn and I found a couple of DVDs
we didn't have.  Uncle Ray got the clerk to triple bag everything in
plastic so he had one and I had the other.  While we were in the store, it
had gotten darker.  We headed straight for home. We got soaked clear
through to the skin and then dripped.  With the cool weather and soaked to
the skin, it was just plain cold.  I was shivering by the time we rode into
the garage.

"Alright, just leave your clothes in the laundry room and head to the
bathroom for a warm shower.  You'll warm up."

I put my bag of groceries on the kitchen counter as I ran through, pausing
only long enough to grab a cream filled Long John to take with me.  I
stopped in the family room just long enough to punch the remote for the gas
fireplace and then bee-lined it to the bathroom.  Rather than a hot shower,
I decided a hot soak might be better.  Uncle Ray came in and found me in
the tub, about half full of warm water and bubble bath.  He laughed when he
saw me eating the Long John.

When he got in the tub, I relaxed and floated on my back.  It was easy to
maneuver myself around so my head rested on his shoulder.  There was no
need to say anything, I just relaxed and let him pamper me.  His fingers
felt good running up and down my sides and then massaging my back.  He even
cupped his hand and poured a little water through my hair to rinse it out.
Just as we felt the water turning cool he said we needed to get out and
asked me if I'd like a cup of hot chocolate.  I let him know the breakfast
was catching up with me so, while he fixed the chocolate, I took care of
personal business.  Since I was there, I made sure I was thorough in case
it was more convenient for later.

Uncle Ray was lying on the sofa with an afghan over him.  There was a nice
fire in the fireplace and two cups of hot chocolate on the table.  He was
watching one of those shows that comes on just before a football game.
When I came in he lifted the afghan for me and I lay next to him.  He
pulled me in close to spoon against him and I giggled at the feel of his
fur on my back; it felt nice.  It was still raining outside, but we didn't
care.  A fire in the fireplace, hot chocolate, fresh from a warm bath, a
full belly and nestled in my cocoon, we did what any red-blooded male would
do; we took a nap.

                                       * * * *

When I woke, I looked at the clock and realized I had slept for just a
little under a half hour.  It wasn't very long, but it felt good.  I was
wide awake, but he wasn't.  I could feel him breathing; the steady rhythm
told me he was still asleep.  I slipped off the sofa as quietly as I could
to take care of a personal matter.  When I returned I brought some toys
with me and set them on the table.  Slipping back under the afghan, I
cuddled into him, facing him He seemed to still be asleep so I lay my head
against him and felt the rise and fall of his chest.  His fur moved
slightly over my stomach and chest, and tickled my nips.

With one arm draped over him, I slipped a leg between his legs and lay my
head on his chest.  Listening to his heart beat could keep me entertained
for only so long.  It did sound relaxing, but I had my nap and looked for
something a little more exciting.  A thumb rubbing lightly over a nipple
did the trick.

"What are you doing, kiddo?"

"Ticklin' your nipple ta see if you'd wake up."

"Well, I did, so you can stop now."

Since he wanted me to stop rubbing his nipple, I obeyed his wish.  Of
course, I waited a moment after I removed my thumb and then sucked the
whole thing into my mouth and flicked my tongue over the tip as fast as I
could.

"What the . . ..," he hollered while you could hear the sharp intake of
breath.  "You little brat."

"I'm not a brat," I quickly informed him, and then added, "I'm horny toad."
Then I smiled.

"And just what does my little horny toad think he wants?"  His eyes
twinkled; he was as ready to play as me.

"Horny toad wants sex.  Hot, sweaty, messy, stinky, pound my ass, fuck me
hard and fuck me some more, sex.  You think an old man can handle a horny
toad?"

It might have been better to not tease him with that last question.  He let
me know real fast he could handle anything I wanted.  Before I had a chance
to think his hands slipped off my shoulders and down to my wrists.  He bent
my arms behind me and then used the cuffs I had brought out to tie my arms
together.  He didn't secure them at the wrist, but wrapped the cuff around
my forearms.  I felt him pop me on my butt, his legs wrapped over mine and
in the same movement he had a handful of my hair.  My head was pulled to
the side and back a little and he attacked my neck.  I whimpered and gasped
for air as I was branded and also felt a finger slide down my crack to play
with me.  In a matter of seconds he turned me into his whimpering, wet
puppy.  I was in heaven.

He wasn't satisfied to just brand my neck.  A tongue bath had me squirming
and begging him to stop while I pushed more of my neck into him; I wanted
more.  I was his boy, his little wet puppy and I wanted him to do anything
and everything to me.  I wanted to feel him make love to my every being
until I didn't know if I was going to live or where I was.  His legs held
me down, his sucking mouth controlled my neck while both hands slid down to
the sides of my chest and his thumbs rolled my nipples in circles till they
burned with desire.  I tired to hump him for the relief my body demanded; I
couldn't move.

"Stuff me," I whimpered.  "I wanna . . .aaaahhhhhh . . .aaaahhhhh ..oohhh
gaaaahhd!!"  He was trying to suck my nipples right off my body and
suddenly grabbed my package and started massaging.

"You have a special spot that needs attention?"  He whispered in my ear; he
finally understood I needed to feel stuffed.

"Yeah . .  . yeah, fuck me . . .mmmppphhhh . . .aaaaaggghhh . . .ohh
. .oohh . .oohh gaaaahhdd . . not fair . .fuck . .not fair."  I squirmed in
his arms; he wouldn't let me hump him and I needed to squirm. I needed it
bad!

When he lifted me and I felt his legs let me go I knew he was going to give
me what I wanted.  He'd lay me out and then I could feel him enter me.  I'd
be impaled on him and he'd start to long stroke me.  Memories reminded me
how nice it felt for him to glide over that magic spot.  I was giddy with
excitement and anticipation.  My hole tingled, waiting on him.

He lay me on the sofa and stood.  I watched as he spread the afghan on the
floor, in front of the fireplace.  He turned the fireplace up; that was
good.  It would be warmer and we'd sweat more; we would slide over one
another more easily, more erotically.  I could have stood up and moved, but
I knew he didn't want me to.  When he reached for me and lifted me up, I
smiled.  My head was on his shoulder.  I turned my head and kissed him on
the neck.

Gently, he lay me on the floor.  My hands were still secured behind my
back, but that just made me arch my back and push my package up to him.
There was a slight smile on his face and a loving twinkle in his eyes; I
whimpered with excitement and need.  He took my ankles and spread my legs;
I cooperated as he spread me wide and kneeled on the floor.  I could feel
the hair on his legs tickle the back of my thighs.  With a firm grip on my
hips he shifted me so my butt rested in his lap.  He began playing with my
hole, the entrance to my prized treasure that I protected just for him.

"Mmmpphh . . .uuuunnnnnggghh . . .aahh . . .aahh . . .oohhh . . .yeah
. . .yeessss . . .fuck me," I whined, "fuck me . . .yyeeaaahhhh. . .hard
. . .hard . . .fuck hard," I pleaded, half out of mind with need, sweating,
my dick so hard it hurt; I needed relief.

A finger played at my hole.  I pushed out and sucked in with my hole,
trying to pull his finger into me.  I squirmed and whimpered, but I
couldn't get at him.  The warmth of his palm covered the twins and massaged
them.  The twins ached, my pole hurt, I needed to shoot.  Suddenly a finger
entered me and found my magic spot.

"AAAHHHH, Oh god yeah! . .mmmppphh . .mmm . .ooohhh . .aahh . .aahh!"

He stroked over my magic spot and I saw lights flash.  He pushed hard but
then he stopped.  I squirmed to make him move and begged while sweat
covered my young body.  Suddenly, as quickly as he stopped, he started
again.  A rapid movement over the spot caused me to arch my back and cry
out.  He tortured me with my own need and the thrills my body could give
me.  Suddenly, my body convulsed and my body arched as I shot load after
load, first one over my head, and then the rest landing up and down my
body.  As I shot everywhere, he continued to massage the spot; I continued
to cry out and whimper like his wet puppy.

When I stopped shooting, I reached up to wipe the sweat and tears from my
eyes.  That was when I realized he had removed the cuffs.  I looked up at
him and he smiled.  I tried to sit up some; he helped me.  My arms wrapped
around his neck and we exchanged a passionate kiss.  His strong hand was on
my back, supporting me.  I reached between us, scooped up some of my boy
juice and spread it over his lips.  He held me close for a moment until I
realized he was still in me.  The finger again stroked my prostate and I
arched my back and dropped to the floor, gasping for air.  He showed no
mercy till I was his puppy again.

He didn't even try to make me shoot this time.  He enjoyed watching me
squirm and beg for more while I begged him to stop.  Between strokes he
licked and nibbled at my nipples and ears and under my arms and massaged my
balls and did whatever he wanted.  When he got back to my nipples, I
grabbed two fistfuls of hair and held him there.  His finger was removed
from my hole, and I was empty.  Something larger, and harder touched my
hole.  It was warm and round and I was ready for him.  I whispered
encouragement for him to enter me and felt the push.  Suddenly I realized
it might not be him, and knew it wasn't when the vibrating started.

"AAAAAUUUUUGGGHHH . . .NOT FAIR!! . .aaahhhhhh . . .ohhh fuck! . .nooooo .
.mercy . .please .mercy! . .my pooor balls . .ohh gaaahhhddd!"

"Want me to take it out?'

"YYEEESSSS!! . .NNOOO!! . .NNOOO!! . .aaawwwwww geeeezzzzz . .!" I laughed
and then I cried, which quickly turned into begging before I laughed again.
My whole body was in overload.  He gave me what I wanted and I begged him
to stop just before I begged him to keep going.  It was unreal!  It was
fantastic!  How many times did I dream of him doing this to me?  Covered in
sweat and my own juice, I was slippery and smelled of raw sex!  It was that
mind blowing, raw sex that sent me to levels of pleasure I'd never known.
I didn't want it to stop.

He pulled me up and held me while I gasped for air.  In a couple of
minutes, or was it seconds, I felt him moving the plug around.  Vibrations
hit the sides of my love chute in spots that had never felt anything like
that.  Electrical sensations shot up through my insides and then centered
on my boyhood which ached for release.

"Ohhh gaahhdd, Uncle Ray . . .mercy . .please . . . I'm dyin' . . .I swear,
please, I won't ask for this again . . .yes I will! . .ohhh fuuuck!"  I
tried to give him my best puppy pleading look, but I laughed instead.  It
felt out of this world.

He lay me down, gently.  I could see the concern in his eyes; I scared him.
I scared me.  I held his head and kissed him on the forehead.  He turned up
the speed when he knew I was alright.  Grabbing his arms, I held on, arched
my back and found the mind blowing release my body demanded.  I was in that
special world of sexual euphoria, grabbing anything my fists could reach,
moaning and mewing dribble no one could understand.  My lungs worked to
bring in the oxygen I needed, gasping and expanding as much as they could.

Tired and spent, I lay there with my eyes closed and tried to let my
breathing return to normal.  My butt still rested in his lap but, then, I
realized the vibrations had stopped.  Thank God!  I wanted the fuck of a
lifetime.  I wanted it hot, sweaty, dirty, smelly and mind blowing.  Not
thinking, I ran my hand over my stomach and chest; I was covered in my own
juices.  Turning my head, my eyes opened a little to see him above me,
watching intently.  Since the vibrating had stopped, I flexed my sphincter
and realized I wasn't empty.  I was about to surrender, my body worn out,
when I flexed the sphincter again and knew it wasn't the plug.  He was in
me; I felt his pubes tickle my butt.  I smiled at him.  If he wanted his
boy, he could have him; his boy wanted him.

Uncle Ray had my legs spread wide and resting on the outside of his arms.
He lifted my legs to his shoulders, keeping my butt in his lap while he was
on his knees.  Bending forward, he looked me in the eyes and then ran
fingers through my hair. He kissed me on the forehead, then the cheek; his
hips moved forward and back, slowly.  I wrapped my arms around his neck and
pulled him to me.  He slipped his hands under my shoulder blades.  My legs
slipped off his shoulders and when he sat up, he pulled me up with him.  My
arms pulled me up and let me down.  My head fell back and I panted for air
as I rode the pony.

He laid me down and, with his hands on my shoulders, held me there as he
sat up.  When he was up on his knees, his hands gripped my legs and pushed
me off the pony; I whimpered.  With one hand on my stomach and the other
holding my back, he flipped me over.  Gripping my hips, he pulled me back
onto his lap.  I felt his pole pushing at my treasure hole and pushed with
my hands to impale myself; he held me still.  I tried looking over my
shoulders to see what he was going to do to me.  I continued to whimper.
His boy wanted him.

"Slow down.  You wanted it hard and dirty, so I'm giving to you."

What did he mean by that?  I was sweating like a pig; I'd lost count of the
number of times I shot a load, but it was enough to cover my body.  Then I
felt him pushing at the entrance, he pushed in and then pulled out.  He did
three more times, each time I whimpered and whined.  Suddenly, he had my
hips and held them tight.  His pole was back at the entrance and he thrust
forward.  I cried out in surprise and then moaned in pleasure.  He held me
a minute, then slowly pushed all the way in.  My head fell to the floor and
I whimpered as he slowly long stroked me.  As I whimpered I just kept
repeating to him, "harder. . .harder."

Delirious, I had no idea how long he stroked me.  I know he swapped from
long to short strokes and then back.  He fucked like a rabbit and then
became the turtle.  I didn't know where I was any more.  I felt my own pole
send a message of aching and need to my brain.  Hands slipped under me to
play with my nips. I tried to push myself off the floor and give him room,
but his weight was on me.  His pounding became so hard my body felt like
parts were moving inside.  We both panted for breath, he exhaled directly
into my ear.  Harder and harder he pounded my butt.  Louder and more
desperately I whimpered for him to go faster and harder.  He cried out as
he filled me with his juice.  I cried out as he bit into my shoulder while
he flooded my insides; my own precious jewels giving up one more offering.

Exhausted, satisfied, spent, I floated in that nether world of
post-orgasmic bliss.  The warmth of love enveloped me as the warm waters of
the heavens cleansed me.

                                       * * * *.

When I opened my eyes, I was still on my back, staring at the ceiling.
There was one big difference; I wasn't lying on the hard floor.  It took me
a moment to realize that I was wrapped in a light blanket, also.  I looked
around and realized that Uncle Ray had put me on the sofa.  Running my hand
over my chest, I felt a little clammy, but I wasn't coated in my own boy
juices.  When I tried to shift something around my butt felt strange.  I
reached down and found a wad of tissues stuck in my crack and between my
legs; it was wet.  Moaning as I rolled over let Uncle Ray know I was awake
and he came in from the kitchen.

"Good afternoon, sunshine.  Awake?"

"Nooo."

"Should I try for hungry, then?"  Suddenly, I realized that I was hungry,
real hungry.  "Thought that idea might appeal to you.  Why don't you go get
a shower, then we can see about grilling those steaks."

"What did you do to me?  I feel like I been run over by a bus!"

"I did just what you said you wanted.  You begged for a royal fucking.
Hot, sweaty and dirty.  Now, you get cleaned up and I'll start on the
salads."

The hot water running over my body, especially with the shower head set to
pulse, felt good.  I ran my fingers through my hair and winced at the
tangles and pulls.  Then, I realized my hair wasn't tangled, it was in
clumps thanks to my own cum glue.  Slowly, I rotated and felt life return.
After a few minutes, I reached for the hand-held unit, set it to a sharp
pulsing stream and squatted.  Holding myself open, I directed the stream to
the abused opening; it really felt good.  After a couple of minutes I let
the water pulsate over the perineum and it felt a lot better than good!  I
had an almost instant erection.  No way, I told it.  Yes way, it insisted,
and did.

When I stepped out of the shower and wrapped the big towel around my
shoulders, it felt good just to stand there with my eyes closed.  Opening
my eyes, I saw myself in the full- length mirror.  I stood there looking at
myself and then spread my feet about shoulder's width apart.  Shifting my
weight, I first watched and then closed my eyes to feel my package swaying
from side to side, bouncing off my legs.  It felt good.  I watched myself
as I dried off.  When I dried my back, I turned and looked at my butt.
Dropping the towel, I flexed my glutes and watched my little bubble butt
bounce.  I thought I looked good; I thought I looked sexy.

Stepping closer to the mirror, I looked at my nipples.  They were a little
red from being worked over, but not raw or sore.  I thought about the
sensations of a warm tongue stroking them.  I thought about what I told
Uncle Ray I wanted.  I remembered begging him to fuck me and fuck me hard.
When he rammed me I hollered for more.  The vibrating plug, the shooting of
my juices over my body and onto the floor.  When he entered me, I clung to
him and rode the pony like a sex-crazed monkey.  I looked at the boy in the
mirror and, suddenly, didn't like him.  I turned out the light; the room
was dark and I couldn't see him anymore.

                                       * * * *

Uncle Ray was outside, firing up the grill.  I stood in the family room and
watched him before walking outside.  I wondered how he felt about me right
then.  Did I disappoint him?  Was he upset with me?  Was he more upset than
I was with myself?  I couldn't look at myself right then and had put on my
full-length terry bathrobe; I wore shorts underneath.  I was embarrassed
and ashamed and wanted to hide myself.  He came inside.

"Just in time, kiddo.  The salads are ready.  Would you like asparagus or
steak fries?"

"I don't care, either one, I guess.  What do you want?"

"Steak fries, I guess, since we already have a green vegetable.  Here's the
fries I pulled out of the freezer; think you can handle them while I
grill?"

He didn't wait on an answer, he just walked outside.  He didn't say
anything about the fact that I was wearing a robe.  I never wore a robe.
If it was cool I always opened his robe and climbed in with him.  Plus, I
know he saw me wearing the robe.  I put twelve long fries on a cookie sheet
and turned on the oven.  While I waited for the oven to heat up, I walked
outside.

When I got outside it felt a little damp, a cool kind of damp, but he was
naked.  I watched him, but he didn't say anything; neither did I.  He had a
beer and poured just a little on the grill to check how hot it was.  When
he was satisfied, he dropped both steaks on and turned to me.

"You wanna tell me what's wrong?"

"What makes ya think anythin's wrong?" I asked.  He gave me his 'don't play
me for dumb' look and sat down on the bench next to the patio table.  He
motioned for me to come to him; I did, but stopped about three feet in
front of him.

"Brad, since when can we not talk?  I can look at you and tell something
has you upset.  If I couldn't read it in your expression, the fact that
you're wearing something is a pretty good clue.  Now, do you want to talk
about it or are you going to let it spoil our last weekend for a while."
When he said all that, I teared up.  That wasn't fair.  He pulled me close
and held me.  He didn't say anything.

"Uncle Ray, are you mad at me or disappointed?"

"Brad, why would I be mad or disappointed with you?"

"'Cause of what I did awhile ago.  I acted like a sex crazed cum dump slut
that just wanted ta get fucked and fucked again."  I could hardly talk
because of the tears.

"Let's see, yeah, you did.  I think your description tells me something
too.  'A sex crazed cum dump slut' sounds like something you might have
read in one of the stories on the internet?  Let me let you in on a little
secret; those stories you're reading are fiction.  It rarely happens the
way the story goes.  Think about it.  Boy gets caught in the morning having
sex with his buddy.  Boy is kicked out by parents for being gay.  Boy sits
on park bench around mid-afternoon.  Someone sees the boy, reads his whole
story in the boy's expression and takes boy home.  Boy's savior is rich,
they become lovers, and fuck happily ever after.  That's cookie-cutter
crap."  He stopped and looked at me like he wanted to make sure I absorbed
all that; I did.

"Do you remember when I encouraged you to go to the nudist camp with Donny
and his family?  I said something to you then about needing to learn some
things from other boys and experimenting to find out where your boundaries
were."  I nodded.  "Now, don't think for a moment that I am not fully aware
of what those guys do down there.  I needed to let you go and learn.
Sometimes you have to experience things to fully understand.

"In time, you will understand that you learn and set boundaries by making
choices.  You have several years to go yet before you will decide what all
those boundaries are.  You may even decide that some of those boundaries
are fluid and will change."  His voice was calm and understanding; it was
reassuring, it was Uncle Ray.  "There's something else you will learn along
the way, not all the choices you make will necessarily be the right
choices.  The trick will be to recognize when that happens and learn from
the mistakes.

"I won't lie to you.  If I found out that you went to the camp and asked
someone to do what we did earlier, I'd be scared to death.  Brad, there are
people out there that prey on young boys like you.  Even the boys your age
at the camp might take advantage.  Some boys like what we call BDSM.
That's bondage and infliction of pain; they get off on it.  Some boys get
off on having it done to them.  My opinion is that they are boys who feel
insecure and need to let someone take control.

"You've been hinting for a few weeks now that you wanted to try a little
rough stuff.  You hinted at it the last time you went to the camp.  When
you asked for it this afternoon, I decided to give it to you so you could
have the experience.  I was afraid that if I didn't, you'd try for it
elsewhere.  At least here, I could control the situation so you had the
experience without getting hurt.  Whether you liked it and want more or
whether you let it go as a one time thing, that's up to you.

"There's something I want you to understand.  One of the reasons I let you
run around here naked, and do a lot of the things that I doubt too many
boys get to do, is that I wanted you to learn to be comfortable with
yourself and who you are.  My hope was that with that level of comfort
would come a confidence.  I'm talking about a confidence and being
comfortable with yourself so you can look at someone and say 'I made a
mistake, but I learned'.  When you can do that and not have to hide because
you feel embarrassed or ashamed, you will have achieved a level of maturity
most boys your age never reach.

"Personally, I like my boy.  I think he's very special and I'm very lucky.
What makes him special to me is what is in his heart, not what's between
his legs.  I love him enough that if he wants more of the hard stuff and it
makes him happy, I'll do what I can to please.  But, I'd rather hold him
and cuddle him and let him know how much he means to me."  He stood and
walked over to the grill and turned the steaks.  Then I watched him take a
swig of his beer.

I just stood there and watched.  I don't think I really thought about
anything, I just watched, almost frozen in place.  He said what he thought
he needed to say.  It was up to me now.  I stepped up onto the bench behind
him, dropped my shorts and shed the bathrobe. When I tapped him on the
shoulder he turned.  Smiling and looking through a liquid fog, I wrapped my
arms around his neck.  I climbed on to him, and wrapped my legs around his
waist; a hand slipped under a cheek to support me.  I didn't cry, but the
tears did run a little while I whispered in his ear that I loved him.

"Are there any more problems in your world today that we need to solve?"

"Yeah," I answered softly, "your boy needs a beer with his steak."

"I think before my boy gets himself into trouble he needs to take care of
the steak fries."

"Yes, sir."  He put me down and as I started off, he popped me on my butt!
When I reached the patio door I called back to him.

"I had a good nap."  When he gave me a puzzled look, I turned and flexed my
glutes and bounced his favorite butt at him.  "Horny toad?" I added and ran
inside before he could say anything.

I laughed and turned to see him with his palms up, and he was looking up at
the sky saying something.  Adults can really be weird sometimes.

End Ch Seventy-Seven

To Be Continued

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