Date: Tue, 15 Mar 2005 13:03:02 -0500
From: Terry Stiles <klauthor@gmail.com>
Subject: Benjy's Reborn -- intro

I hope you like this tale. I've had it on the back burner for some
time. Normally I don't enjoy writing sex scenes, but I decided in this
case, I'd give it a shot. If it gets a good responce, I want to tone-down
the sex scenes and publish it as a legit love story. If you'd like to
comment on it, or offer suggestions about where I go with it, I'll gladly
answer any e-mail at klauthor@gmail.com I'll try to post at least one
chapter per week. I'm working on outlines of other stories, if you think
you might want to help write them, email about that too. Please no
flames. I know much of the world thinks this sort of thing is sick. If
you're one of them, why are you visiting this site???


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I lost my dad when I was 9. Mom dated somewhat, but few of the men
were interested in me. Then Eric, a frat brother of my dad's, moved to
town when I was 13 and I became his boyfriend. Conventional wisdom
says that I should've become gay, a pedophile myself, or a basket
case. Well, as usual, conventional wisdom is crap. It's true that I
still see Eric and our love-making had given me a taste for getting
fucked, but I love my wife, and would never give up pussy. I'd played
with a couple of Eric's boys when I was in college, but as much as I
love my sons and enjoy spending time with them and their friends, I
have no desire to fool around with them. And as far as being a basket
case, our relationship saved me from being a basket case.

Me and my dad were really close when I was little. Weekends, I always
joined him and Mom in bed to watch cartoons then on Saturday's he'd
take me to breakfast at this little general store outside of town and
into the county seat for the stock sale. Our family hadn't been
farmers since the depression, but I still liked to see the animals and
enjoyed the energy of the men milling around with no women. On
Sundays, I helped him make pancakes for him and Mom and I. We often
went fishing though we hardly ever caught anything and throw back what
we did. Mainly it was time for us to be alone with each other. There
was nothing I couldn't tell him.. I walked to his office at 4:45 ever
afternoon to walk him home and even when Mom said I was getting to big
for it, he would carry me home on his shoulder. Even when I was bad
and he had to punish me, I really believed that "it hurt him more than
it did me" and the look in his eyes and tears in his voice were far
worse than the spanking. I was his star and when he died I went nova.

I had been a good student and active in scouting and the children's
group at church. Now I withdrew from every one. My A's became C's and
the occasional B. I went to fewer scout and church functions until I
dropped out of scouts all together. My friends drifted away. I'd been
a good athlete, but I grew slightly chubby. Mom had two boyfriends who
showed an interest in trying to father me, but I didn't let them. Not
even the new that Mom wanted to remarry right after my thirteen
birthday, interested me in the least.

They married in June and while they honeymooned, they send me and
Chris, my new 11 yo step brother to camp. As I said, Eric saved me,
but that summer prepared me for our relationship.