Date: Sun, 22 Nov 1998 18:26:41 PST
From: author_up@hotmail.com
Subject: Life of Brad Chapter 7

Life of Brad B/b B/B

Chapter 7

I left the hospital feeling weak, but happy.  I was now 5-4 and still had
memories of Derek and Camp Eagle.  I knew that my life would never be the
same after my sexual awakening.  I talked to Derek everyday on the phone.
He had a summer job working at a grocery store, but he always found time to
call me.  All I was allowed to do was sit at home and watch TV, play games
on my Play Station and listen to music.  I had a ton of cards and letters
from guys from the camp, and reading them gave me a break from the
monotony.  I had a poster on the wall of my room saying "Get Well Soon, We
Miss You".  It had been signed by nearly everyone at the camp, including
the directors and counselors.

My parents restricted my visitors until after I had my next appointment
with Dr. Frankenstein.  Mom continued to treat me like a baby, and I was
getting pissed at her.  It seemed like she would never accept that I was
growing up and was not her baby boy anymore.  Even my dad was a pain in the
ass.  I felt like no one in the world would accept me as a guy instead of a
boy.  Maybe it was being kept at home and not being able to go outside to
play sports or be with my cousins that was pissing me off, but I know I was
a shithead to be around.  I was on a heavy dose of vitamins to rebuild my
bones and muscle tissue, but I wanted to be a guy and have fun.  I felt
like a prisoner in my own room.  I was bored.  I was pissed.  Even the so
called birthday party my parents had for me was lame, with all kinds of kid
decorations and balloons.  I liked having Tommy and Kevin around, but I was
still treated like a baby, and I hated that.

When I got my clearance from Dr. Finkelstein, I screamed with joy.  I was
finally going to be able to go outside and ride my bike, shoot baskets, and
see my cousins, Tommy and Kevin.  I had some serious stuff to talk with
them about, knowing that they had been sucking and fucking each other for
the last month.  I wanted to lose my cherry with my cousins.  It was my
main goal in life.

I was at home on a weekend.  Mom had gone shopping and dad was playing
golf.  They insisted on a babysitter for me, and I was super pissed.  Fuck,
the sitter was only 16.  I was 12.  Can't they understand how humiliating
it is for me to have a babysitter?  I had sorted through my duffel bag from
camp, and knew that Derek had taken out a bunch of stuff.  He knew that the
gay videos and pictures of the front of nude guys would set off an alarm
with my parents.  He promised to bring the hot stuff to me in about two
weeks when he could get away from his summer job.  Derek had given up the
last 3 weeks of camp to be with me.  I knew I loved him. I wanted to be
with him in Lone Wolf so bad.  I wondered if he would forget me, when the
doorbell rang.  I knew it was the cunt who was supposed to baby-sit the
Buggy Wuggy, and I was in a real nasty mood.

Mom opened the door, and I saw a beautiful blonde girl standing there.  She
had on a T-shirt and shorts and was carrying some books to read.  Suddenly
things were looking up for me.  I had been beating my dick everyday three
times or more during my imprisonment in my room.  I was still searching for
my sexual identity, and here was this gorgeous blonde girl standing in the
doorway.  Mom invited Allison in, and told her that all she had to do was
see that I was fed, and that I could do just about anything in the house or
yard.

The thing that I wanted to do was undress this goddess.  Allison smiled at
me and said goodbye to my parents after getting telephone numbers and
beeper numbers in case of emergency.  I had never kissed a girl, but this
one had lips to die for.  I was wearing a sweat outfit, but decided to
change into shorts with a ripped off T-shirt to see what Allison's reaction
would be.  When I came back downstairs from my room, she was reading and
never even looked up at me.  That pissed me off.  I tried to talk to her,
but she seemed to be ignoring me.  The phone rang and I answered.  It was
for Allison.  It was some guy, and the call didn't seem to go the way she
wanted.  She was arguing with the guy and then started cussing at him and
told him to "Fuck off and leave her alone".

The room was silent for a few minutes and I saw her crying.  I walked over
to her and just put my hand on her shoulder, and she cried harder, holding
my hand all the time.  She told me that her boyfriend had just broke up
with her.  She had caught him having sex with her best friend, and now she
hated them both.  I sat next to her on the couch and pulled her head to my
shoulder. She continued crying for a while.  I could feel her hurt, and
thought about Derek, and how much I loved him.

"Do you love him?" I asked.

"I thought I did, but now I just think he used me" she answered.

I just sat there, holding her and smelling the scent of her hair.  My mind
wandered back to Camp Eagle and the first time I had sex with Derek in the
shower room.  I told her I knew what it was like to be away from people
that you love, and how it hurt so bad.  She seemed to be surprised that I
understood how she felt and she poured out her heart to me.  All I did was
listen, and stroke her hair.  She talked about David for a long time and
told me how she loved him and trusted him.  She continued giving me very
personal details of how she tried to prove that she loved him.  He was 18,
and had started college that summer and had been cheating on her.  When she
went to a party one night, she found him in a bedroom with her best friend,
having sex.

All I did was listen.  She finally calmed down, and looked at me.

"You have the most incredibly green eyes I have ever seen" she said.

I smiled and told her she was beautiful.  She smiled at me and asked if I
was hungry.  We microwaved a pizza, and I asked her if she wanted to play
some games on my Play Station.  At first she didn't want to go in my room,
but I told her that is where the game was hooked up, so she sat on my bed
with me as we ate the pizza and drank Cokes.  I put in the cartridge for
Duke Nukem, Time to Kill and showed her how to play.  She was terrible at
the game.  I tried to teach her, but she could not seem to grasp the game.
It was then that I noticed that she was checking out my body.

"Do you lift weights?"

"Sure do.  And I use the Nautilus equipment at the gym too" I told her.

"You are a neat guy" she said.  "You are a great listener, and fun to be
around."

She leaned over and kissed me on the cheek.  I had never kissed a girl
before.  Her face was still close to mine, and I leaned toward her and
kissed her mouth.  She started to pull away, and then sighed and kissed me
back.  Her mouth opened and I took the opportunity to shove my tongue in
her mouth and pull her close to me.  She relaxed and kissed me back, with
her tongue invading my mouth.  Nature took its course as we soon were
laying on my bed making out.  She lifted my torn shirt and licked my
nipples.  She was surprised how well developed my body was.  If she could
suck my nipples, why couldn't I do the same?

I moved her so I was on top of her on the bed, with my boner rubbing on the
front of her shorts.  I lifted up her shirt and reached for her bra.  I
knew nothing about bras, so I didn't know how to expose her breasts.  I
just pulled down the bra and went to work on her nipples the same way I did
Derek's.

Allison reached to the center of her bra and undid the clasp, letting her
two beautiful breasts free for my mouth to explore.  Her hands roamed my
body, just like Derek had done at camp.  Her hand touched my boner through
the shorts and I heard her exclaim "Oh my God, you are huge!"

I rolled on my side and our hands were busy removing the remaining clothes
on each other's body.  She grabbed my dick and started jacking me off.  All
the time she was telling me that I was too big for a guy my age.  My ego
soared with every compliment that she gave me.

My finger found her pussy and slipped in.  Allison moaned, and told me that
we should stop.  All I could think about was Kevin telling me how great it
was to fuck Melani Sanders.  I moved on the bed and put my head between her
legs, smelling the scent of her cunt.  My tongue flicked out and tasted her
juice.  She was moaning.  I licked again, tasting more of her cunt.  I was
in heaven as my tongue probed inside her pussy.  Allison asked me if I had
ever done this before, and I was honest in telling her no, but I wanted to
right now.  Her hands guided my mouth to her sex, and she taught me where
and how to please a girl.

"Now this kind of babysitting was awesome!" I thought.

Allison moaned in pleasure as I learned the techniques of eating pussy,
with her achieving three orgasms before she begged me to stop.  I lifted my
face to hers and she frenched me and tasted her own pussy juice all over my
face.

Allison pushed me back on the bed and took my cock in her mouth and began
sucking me.  It felt neat, but not as good as the guys at the camp.  I had
heard that a guy gives the best blowjobs and a girl can eat pussy the best
too.  It still felt great as she sucked on my now 6-inch dick.  Yes, my
dick grew during the growth spurt.

She asked me if I had any condoms, and I jumped off the bed and went for my
duffel bag, to grab the dozen baggies I got for a birthday gift.  They were
Trojan-enz, the ones with lube and a receptacle for my sperms.  She grabbed
the foil pack, unwrapped the condom, and rolled it down on my super hard
dick.  Just the feeling of the tight condom had me ready to shoot, but I
did everything I could do to hold back.  I aimed my dick at her pussy and
shoved it in.  I was surprised how easy my cock went it.  I knew I didn't
have the biggest dick in the world, but it went in a lot easier than I had
seen guy's dicks go in a guy's ass.  I didn't last long and I shot my load
into the baggie.  It felt weird with my jizz filling the receptacle end,
and flowing back along the shaft of my dick.

Allison was telling me that I did great, but I knew I came too quick.  I
pulled off the baggie and wiped my dick on my torn shirt, slipped on a new
one, and mounted her again.  This time I lasted a long time.  She was
getting into it, and started telling me motions to do to make it feel good
for her.  Then she guided my finger to a hard nub at the top of her pussy
and told me to rub it while I fucked her.  This time things were different.
The combination of my dick and my finger got her moaning and thrashing all
over the bed, just like she did when I was licking her.  I knew she was
cumming, and I blasted another load into the baggie.  I continued fucking
her until my dick was going soft.

Allison kissed me and told me I was a real stud.  She said she felt guilty
for taking money to baby-sit me when I was giving her so much pleasure.
She continued giving me compliments about my body and my sexual performance
as I continued to suck on her tits.  I had finally scored with a girl!  I
couldn't wait to tell Tommy and Kevin.

Allison got up and went to the bathroom and told me we better cool off
before my parents got home.  I kissed her and told her I loved her.  It
felt strange saying that to a girl, but I wanted to say it so I did.  She
told me I was gonna make some girls real happy, but that we couldn't do
this again.  She said it was wrong for her to have lost control like that,
and that she had taken advantage of me.  I told her I loved it, and wanted
her to baby-sit me every night.  She laughed and left my room after putting
all her clothes back on.  I sat on my bed and thought about what had just
happened.  My thoughts went back to Lone Wolf and my sex with Derek.  I had
just dropped two loads in a girl, well in a baggie in a girl, but my dick
wanted to be in Derek.  I grabbed my dick and beat off.  All I was thinking
about was Derek, and his offer to use his ass whenever I wanted to.  I
wanted to be with Tommy and Kevin to tell them all the details of what had
just happened.  I would have to wait.  I shot my load in my sperm sock and
waited until I was done cumming.  I dressed and went downstairs.

Allison was washing dishes in the sink, and seemed embarrassed. I tried to
snuggle close to her, but she pushed me away and said she was sorry that
she lost control.  I was confused.  I liked what we had done, but it was
not as good as the sex I had with Derek.  I went back in the family room
just as my parents came home.

They paid Allison and she left.  No kiss.  No goodbye.  Mom was asking me
how things went with my babysitter, and I got pissed.  "When are you gonna
start treating me like a guy instead of your baby boy?" I screamed at her.
"I hate this!"

I flew up to my room and started throwing things around, making lots of
noise and screaming obscenities at my parents.  Dad came in my room and
tried to talk to me, but I told him to leave me alone.  I was pissed.  I
was not a baby boy anymore.  I was a man!

I finally calmed down and looked at the damage I had done to my room.  I
had broken a lamp and trashed my collection of CD's.  I could hear my dad
talking to mom about me and how they had to accept that I was growing up.
Mom was not buying any of it.

I went to bed that night very confused.  I had been laid for the first time
in my life!  Yet something was not right.  I wanted to be with Derek having
sex in Lone Wolf or with Tommy and Kevin.  I promised myself that I was
going to lose my cherry to Tommy and Kevin that next weekend.

It was the following Tuesday that I felt something stirring inside me.  My
parents had gone to work, and I was supposed to stay with the neighbors for
the day.  I slept in late and beat off two times after I woke up.  I took a
shower and went downstairs.  At first I didn't recognize what it was, but
when I realized I was at the refrigerator drinking milk, I froze.  I was
going to put the gallon jug back in the refrigerator, but I pulled it back
to my mouth and kept drinking.  I didn't stop until it was drained.  Tommy
had called and we were supposed to sleep over at his house the next weekend
and talk about camp and what he and Kevin had done.

Milk.

I needed milk.

I went to the neighbors and asked them if I could have some milk to drink.
Mrs. Parker handed me a glass and a gallon of milk.  I drank two glasses
and realized what was happening.  I went back home and was going to call
mom at work when it hit me.  The hot flashes of pain in my bones flowed
through my body.  It was just starting, but it was intense.  I remembered
my promise to Dr. Frankenstein, and knew what I had to do.  I called dad at
his electric company but he was out on a call.  I told his secretary it was
an emergency and for him to get home or call me fast.  Mom was out to
lunch, and she did not have her pager with her.  I called Uncle Ben's
office but he was not available.  I told the receptionist who I was and
that it was an emergency.  I didn't wait for her reply and hung up and
called Dr. Finkelstein's beeper, using the special code.  I felt the pain
start coursing through my body.  I was having another growth attack in less
than three weeks from the previous one.

The phone rang and it was my favorite doctor.  I told him what was
happening and that I could not reach my parents.  He told me to call 911,
and to write a note and pin it on my chest, telling the ambulance driver
and hospital people what to do and who to call.  He kept me on the phone
until I agreed.  I hung up and called 911 for an ambulance.  Almost
immediately the phone rang and it was Dr. Frankenstein.  He asked if I had
an ambulance coming, and I told him yes.  He kept me talking as the pain
increased rapidly.  I felt pain in my chest.  I was scared.  The doctor
told me to pin the note on my chest and get the gel capsule that he had
sent home with me.  I got it and went back to the phone.  The pain was more
intense.  I was starting to black out.  He told me to lay down and bite on
the capsule, and that I would go unconscious and be stable until the
ambulance arrived.  I did as I was told, and drifted off, back to Camp
Eagle, in the arms of my lover, Derek.

Mom was doing some shopping during her lunch hour from the legal offices of
Shaheen, Shaheen and Wolcott.  She had gone to the mall for a quick stop
and passed near our house when she saw the ambulance pass.  At first she
thought nothing about it, but her mother instinct kicked in, and she made a
U-turn and went back towards our home.  She turned down our street and saw
the ambulance in our driveway with the lights still flashing. She floored
the Bonneville and raced towards our driveway, missing it and taking out
two of the neighbor's shrubs.  She flew into the house and saw the
paramedics working on me.  She saw the note pinned on my chest and knew I
was having another attack.  She quickly told them to get me to the hospital
as Uncle Ben's Mercedes screeched next to mom's car.

Uncle Ben ran into the house and took control of the situation.  He
injected me with the drug from Dr. Finkelstein, and had the paramedics
restrain me to the gurney.  Uncle Ben and mom rode with me in the
ambulance, as he made calls to dad and the hospital.  We arrived at Ingham
Medical Center, where a helicopter was waiting.  I remember feeling the
turbulence hit me and hearing the sounds of the chopper blades.  Then Uncle
Ben injected me again and I was asleep.

When I woke up, I saw mom and dad looking at me.  Dr. Finkelstein was
standing next to me and stroking my hair.  His eyes were soft.  He was not
pissed.

"You did great, Brad" he said.  "You did exactly what you promised and I am
very proud of you."

He gave me something to soothe my throat so I could talk.

"How long this time?" I asked.

"Four days, is all" he beamed.  "Just about one inch."

"My dick grew another inch?" I joked.  My head was still spinning, and I
ached all over.

He ignored my nasty question and told me that he was able to monitor my
growth through the entire attack, and that it looked like things were
settling down for me.  I still felt like shit, and begged him to take off
the restraints.  He smiled and began removing them.

"Take out that fucking tube too" I said, forgetting that my mom was there.

"Relax, son, you are going to be fine now" dad said.

Mom came up and kissed me and started calling me her baby again. I let it
pass this time, but this baby shit has gotta stop I thought.  The
restraints were off, and the catheter was removed.  I had never been shy
around my parents, but things were changing for me.  I had been laid!  I
was not a baby. And my mother's comments were starting to piss me off.  Not
to mention that she got a good look at my dick when the doctor removed the
catheter.  For the first time I was embarrassed around my parents.  Dad
seemed to sense it.  He told mom that he wanted to talk to her outside the
room, as Dr. Frankenstein helped me sit up.

"I'm very pleased with you young man" he said.  "You showed a great deal of
responsibility by following directions and doing what you promised."

I could see in his eyes that he was pleased.  I had always known that he
cared for me, but his eyes were saying much more.

"Brad, I love you like you were my own son.  I want you to be normal and
enjoy life like other young guys your age, and I hope that your life will
be more normal now."

"Doc, why can't my parents be as cool as you are?" I asked.  "They keep
treating me like I am a baby, and I hate it."

"I'll talk to them Brad, but they love you so much that sometimes they
can't see that you are growing up emotionally and physically."

"Thanks, doc."

Two days later I was out of the hospital with only minor restrictions on my
activity.  I was still supposed to spend everyday with the neighbors, but I
made plans with Tommy and Kevin for a weekend of fun.  Just the thought of
being with my cousins excited me.  I wanted to share details of my time at
the camp and tell them about fucking Allison.  We talked on the phone and
set up a sleep over at Tommy's for the next weekend.  I knew I was going to
lose my cherry!

The week dragged on forever, and finally Friday arrived.  Dad dropped me
off at Tommy's and Kevin was already there.  Dad and mom were going away
for the weekend to our cottage with another couple, so the sleep over
worked out great for them too.  I hugged both of my cousins, excited about
spending an entire weekend with them.  We headed for Tommy's room.

Before we did anything, we had a ceremony to perform.  Last Christmas,
Uncle Ben had given each of us a silver rope chain, with a pendant hanging
from it.  I remember when I opened the gift; I liked the necklace, but
didn't understand what the pendant was.  It was jagged, and had a part of a
picture on it.  When Tommy and Kevin got their similar presents, Uncle Ben
told us to get together and fit the tree pendants together.  The three
pieces, when put together, formed a full silver coin with a sun face that
was smiling.  He said it meant that as long as we were cousins and
together, we were whole, and the sun would smile on all of us.  That was
the neatest gift I have ever got from anyone.

Whenever the three of us got together, we would fit the pieces together and
remember the significance.  It was a ritual.  A bonding ceremony of sorts.
We all wore the chains all the time to remind us that we were significant
to each other.

I had begged for a computer of my own, but my parents said no.  It pissed
me off that Tommy and Kevin both had computers and I didn't, but mom said I
was too young, and the Internet was full of pornography.

Tommy told us his "step mother" (actually his dad's shack up) was wasted
again.  She was into drugs big time, and it seemed like Uncle Dave was
supplying her with stuff to get her wasted and out of the way.  He told us
that his dad had left, probably to pick up some whore at a bar.

The three of us started surfing the net and scored some awesome pics of
guys doing sex.  It didn't take long for Tommy to start telling me about
sucking Kevin's dick and fucking him in the ass.  Both Tommy and Kevin gave
me detailed descriptions of what they had done.  I was busting at the seams
to tell them about Camp Eagle and Allison.  As I told my story about the
camp and sex with Derek, both of them started rubbing their dicks through
their shorts.  When I told them about the birthday party, they lost it and
pulled out their dicks and started beating off.

It didn't take long for Tommy to suggest that we suck dicks.  This is what
I was waiting for.  Tommy had always been my favorite.  We all stripped and
I leaned over and took Tommy's 6 1/2 inches of meat in my mouth.  He was
amazed at how good a cocksucker I was and started heaping on the
compliments.  Kevin was not bashful, and as I sucked Tommy, Kevin took all
of my 6 inches in his mouth.  This was what I had been hoping for.  My two
cousins, sucking cock, and hopefully, I would fuck Tommy and Kevin in the
ass and they would fuck me too.  I thought I was in heaven, but I didn't
know how bad things could get.

"Well, well, well, what do we have here?" Uncle Dave said as he stood in
the doorway.  He was watching us sucking each other, and was grabbing the
front of his pants.  His eyes showed that he was more than drunk, he was
stoned on something.  The three of us pulled away from each other and tried
to hide our dicks from Uncle Dave.  I had never liked him.  He was always
mean to Tommy and to his woman friend that he called his wife.  They had
never been married, but he made Tommy call her mommy.

"I see some dicksuckers here!  I wonder what my brothers would say if they
knew their boys were dicksucking faggots.  I think I will call them and
tell them what I have just seen," he said.  All three of us begged him not
to tell anyone.  We were scared shitless.  He was drunk or ripped, and we
all were afraid he would beat us all.  He told us to stay right where we
were and he would be right back.  We were all scared and embarrassed about
being caught sucking each other.  Uncle Dave came back to Tommy's room and
we continued begging him not to tell, when he said, "Brad, come with me!"

I was 12.  I was scared.  I was busted.  I followed my uncle down the hall
to his bedroom.  I never saw the video camera.  I never knew what the pill
was that he made me swallow.  All I remember is that he forced me to drink
some nasty liquid, and my head was spinning.  My memory blurred as my uncle
forced me to do things that I knew were wrong.  I remember him shoving his
hard dick in my mouth and making me suck it.  I vaguely remember him
throwing me on the bed and raping me.  I passed out from the pain.  When I
woke up, he slapped me in the face and told me to go in the bathroom and
stay there.  I tried to get up, but my butt was so sore I couldn't move.
He picked me up and shoved me towards the bathroom.  I sat on the toilet
and felt gas escaping along with a splash of something wet.  I knew it was
his cum.  I couldn't think.  My body was aching.  I reached for the toilet
paper and wiped my butt, finding blood on the tissue.  I was too numb to
even cry.  I sat there, listening to sounds of Uncle Dave in the bedroom
with someone that sounded like Kevin.

It seemed like an eternity before the door opened and Kevin staggered in.
He came over to me and started sobbing, and I was finally able to let loose
of my feelings as I hugged him and cried.  Time stood still for us.
Neither of us could talk.  Uncle Dave came back to the bathroom and took
Kevin away.  My mind went blank and I passed out on the floor.  When I woke
up, Uncle Dave was putting me on the bed with Tommy and Kevin.  He told us
that he had filmed us doing sex with him and each other, and if we told
anyone what had happened, he would put the films on the internet, and
distribute them all over town for everyone to know we were faggots.  We all
cried ourselves to sleep that night, fearful of the next day.

When we woke up, we were afraid to talk to each other.  We were still in
shock from what had been done to us.  I never asked what they had been
forced to do in front of the video camera.  Kevin made Tommy and me swear a
blood oath to death on our pendants if we ever told anyone what had
happened.  I wanted everything to be a bad dream, but my violated body told
me that I had been raped, and both of my cousins had been raped too.  We
swore the oath and held each other and cried.

"Aunt Linda", as she wanted to be called, yelled for us to come down for
breakfast, unaware of what had happened the night before.  Uncle Dave acted
like nothing had happened, but I felt dirty and used, and wanted to go
home.  I wanted to scream to the world that I had been raped, but the blood
oath I had taken with my cousins made me block out the memories.  The rest
of the weekend was a blur, with the three of us just sleeping alone on the
floor and silently weeping.

When my parents picked me up, they saw that I was very quiet and depressed.
I refused to talk to them, and went right to my room when we got home.  Dad
called Uncle Dave and asked what had happened and why I was so quiet and
depressed.  Uncle Dave lied to him and told him that Kevin and I had
fought, and he had to separate us and punish us by making us stay apart.
Dad tried to talk to me, but I told him to leave me alone.  I wanted to
die.  I thought about calling Derek, but remembered my oath to my cousins,
and decided that Derek could not help me with this.  I lay on my bed and
cried.

It was one week later that Linda was taking Tommy to the mall for some
school shopping.  He was picking out clothes for school, trying to forget
the events of the past weekend.  When they got home, they saw the neighbor,
Mrs. Thompson screaming.  She had caught Uncle Dave raping her 13-year-old
son in the garage.  Linda went into a rage and attacked Uncle Dave, who
punched her and ran from the garage.  Tommy lost all control of his senses
and ran from the neighborhood, determined to run away and never return.  He
headed out of town, not caring where he went, and headed for the expressway
not far away.

Tommy's life had taken an eventful change.  He could no longer stay where
his father was abusing his friends.  He got to the expressway and started
hitch hiking for a ride to anywhere, but his home.  The Angel of Death
circled over the Martin family.

To be continued in Chapter 8.


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