Date: Sat, 19 Aug 2006 15:29:58 -0400 From: Benjamin More Subject: I'm OK Now DISCLAIMER: The subject matter covered within involves sex between underage males and adult males - intergenerational male relationships. If this type of story line offends you or you are under the age of 18, please do not read it - kindly move on to another story. Additionally, if it is illegal to read this type of material where you live, please select another story to read. If you wish to share your own personal experience, by all means, please contact me. Benjamin Benjamin102010@gmail.com I'm OK Now Within the next few paragraphs or so I hope to recount an episode, which drastically changed my life - for the better as it just so happens. Men; my name is Michael. I was never told how it came about that I was in a county orphanage. I was relatively happy; after all I knew no other life. Growing up in the home, there were always kids coming and going; I'd make friends and then they would be gone. However, I had one friend, his name was Bruce, and we had a very special bond and relationship. Together, Bruce and I started exploring our bodies; I was ten and he was eight at the time. At that age of course all we could do was fondle and play with each others dicks - though every so often we'd be surprised and delighted when one or both of us would spring a tiny boner. We spent many a night feeling one another and it eventually progressed that we began to suck each others cock. One morning I awoke and Bruce had his finger in my butt - wow, it felt so good. I asked him if I could do it to him and he said sure. While I was fingering Bruce I also began to suck his dick, Bruce was making sounds, moaning from the pleasure he was experiencing. I was so enjoying myself; I loved sucking his cock and now found that fingering a butt was fun! While all of this was going on I sprang a boner and wondered what it would be like to put it in his butt. I asked Bruce if I could and seeing as he always wanted to please me he said yes - so I did! He cried out a little at the beginning and then quieted down. However, at that point the Matron came in our room; she screamed at me to stop. At this point gentlemen, I'll cut right to the chase; at the tender and oh so impressionable age of ten, I was taken away to what was supposedly one of the mental hospitals in the State of Washington. The first several weeks were almost a blur, a dream - not until much later in life did I fully realize what had happened to me, what was done to me and what I did to others. During those first few weeks I was in and out of a state of sleep. A man would give me something to drink; a somewhat thick white liquid - he always stated it was my medication, it would help me, and I would grow to like it and want more. Other times I would begin to awake and sense that a man, or someone, was touching me - also seemed to recall a young boy, but I knew it wasn't Bruce. I would drift back off to sleep again. I had more coherent spells in the coming weeks, though I was not allowed out of my room and one of three men was always with me - the men as I learned were Dr. King and his assistants, Victor and Ricky. I don't know how many weeks passed, but there came a time when I would be awake for a few hours each day; during those times I was allowed up out of my bed to use a private bathroom, though Dr. King, Victor or Ricky always accompanied me - maybe because I was hooked up to some type of tubes on a metal pole that went along with me. I would then eat something and before long, I would be helped back into bed and then I would be given my liquid, which I really did look forward to getting - it began to taste real good. Once back in bed and after my liquid medication, I would then drift off back into a dream world; a world with one, two, sometimes three naked men and a young boy and once in awhile some other figure in the background. In the dreams the men would look like they were playing with the boy - holding him, wrestling with him, hugging him, and riding him like a horse - and even kissing him! The dreams made me remember Bruce and our good times together and especially the time I stuck my boner in his butt. In my dream world I was hoping that some of the men would do the same thing to me. Time passed; with my awakenings, bathroom trips, dinner and my liquid medication. One day while looking out the window it dawned on me that there was nothing but woods around and that the building I was in was actually quite small, more like a house. I asked Dr. King about it and he stated that it was a very small, private hospital, with few patients; mostly young people being helped and treated by the Catholic Church. During this particular day, Dr. King stated that it was time to begin discussions about me and what had happened at the orphanage. Our discussions, which went on for several days, were basically centered on what I was doing at the time I was caught; and we also discussed things that Bruce and I would do to one another. Dr. King stated that it was important for me to be open and honest with him and to tell him everything. He was particularly interested in what I did to Bruce and also asked me to explain in detail the things that I wanted to do. Dr. King always made me feel relaxed and encouraged me to talk. During our first talk he asked if I wanted some of my liquid medication and I said yes but that it would make me go to sleep - he said that it would be a light dose, with little medication in the liquid. From that point on during each discussion he gave me some of the liquid. As the discussions progressed, I told Dr. King about wanting to put my boner in Bruce's butt and that I wanted to feel one in mine. I also told him how much I loved to suck dick and how great it felt to have my dick sucked. He was real good about my talking, kept telling me that it was OK to think those things and to even dream about them and that for the most part, dreams are pleasant and enjoyable - and that every so often thy come true. Once Dr. King and I were done talking, either Victor or Ricky would come in to keep me company through my dinner, see to it that I got bathed, give me my liquid medication and stay with me until I drifted off to sleep. They both were real good to me and made me feel OK and special, they even helped me with my bath; making sure that my back was washed, my butt-crack was clean, and the skin around my dick head was good and clean. Sometimes I would get a boner and they each would say something like, it's OK all guys get boners when washing. I grew to enjoy the times together with each of them. The dreams continued, not every night, but just about every night; though the number of people in the dreams began to vary more and more each time; one, two, three, the young boy and another figure; sometimes just one; other times, two and sometimes all of them. I guess I was getting better because just about all of my dreams were now including some of the things that I talked to Dr. King about - and he had stated that it was OK to dream about them. I really liked the dreams; particularly when Dr. King, or Victor or Ricky put their cock in my butt! Funny how dreams can be, in the beginning I remembered that I felt pain and then before long all my dreams were pleasurable and I loved the feelings I was experiencing; just as Dr. King had stated. During each dream I hoped that at some point I'd be able to put my dick in someone. As the dreams progressed, they began to include the dark figure and young boy approaching me, with the dark figure stating - someday you will have us both and we shall have you. I remember one night as I was taking my liquid medication; Victor stated that I needed a double dose because I was not sleeping the way I should. I drank down the liquid and almost immediately went to sleep. Sometime during the night I awoke, though not fully, I felt like I was still asleep, that things were not quite real, but at the same time it didn't seem like I was dreaming. I was naked and Victor was jacking my dick, and he was naked and also jacking himself. I looked at him and said something; all he said was that I was in a dream, I looked around and there was Dr. King and Ricky, both naked and jacking. Also the dark figure had his robe open and the young boy was sucking his dick. Suddenly Dr. King spoke up and asked; Michael, are you enjoying your dream? I said yes, Dr. King this is the best dream I've ever had! As everyone was jacking, Victor put his dick up to my mouth and told me to suck on it - wow; this was the best dream ever! I sucked and sucked, Victor continued to jack me, then everyone else in the room began to moan and started to shoot stuff from their dicks - white stuff, they each shot it into a cup; except for the dark figure he shot his into the mouth of the young boy. The dark figure went around and emptied all the while stuff into one cup. The dark figure then came over to me and asked me to stop sucking Victor and gave me the cup - he said, Michael, drink, drink all of this nectar. Everyone in the room congregated along my bed and Dr. King spoke up and told me to go with it, let my dream progress, and drink of the liquid. I stopped sucking Victor and drank of the nectar - it was my liquid medication! The people in my dream were making my liquid medication! I looked at Victor and then his dick, I went for it and started sucking and sucking; Victor started jacking me faster and faster - Victor began to moan as so did I - alas! I had my first full orgasm and Victor shot stuff into my mouth - yes, it was more of my liquid medication. The dark figure spoke and said that it was time for me to continue on with the dream and sleep through to morning - and that come morning, I would be well enough to be discharged from the hospital and join him and the young boy. The next morning I awoke, feeling refreshed. Victor was in the room and said good morning and asked if I had a good night sleep - I relayed yes, it was awesome. Ricky came in the room and he and Victor stated that I should get cleaned up before Dr. King arrived. I got up and went into the bathroom; the tub had already been filled with water. I got in and started to wash. After a minute or so Victor and Ricky came in and asked if they could help me - I said oh yes, please. Ricky began washing my back and asked if I had good dreams last night. I proceeded to tell them all about the wonderful dream and that they were in it. Victor asked what he and Ricky did in the dream - I explained everything and they seemed very interested. Ricky then asked if he could get in the tub to better wash me - I thought it would be great and told Ricky yes, get in the tub. After the dream the night before I was feeling quite bold, like the good old times when I would entice Bruce to do things with me, to me, and for me. I told Victor that seeing as I was naked and that Ricky was undressing, that he should also get undressed before continuing to help with my bath - he said that it sounded like a good plan to him so he got undressed. Ricky got in the tub and sat in back of me so that my butt was up against his crotch. He started washing my back and Victor started to wash my legs. Before long I was springing a little boner and I noticed that Victor already had a huge boner, while washing me he moved closer so that he was almost up to my face - his boner only inches away from my mouth. I moved back some and felt what I knew was Ricky's hard boner against me. I was getting real excited and wanted my dreams to become true. I looked up at Victor and smiled at him, then I looked at his hard dick and then back up at his face - he smiled and nodded his head. Without any further hesitation I opened my mouth and Victor moved in close so that his cock went into my waiting mouth - he proceeded to screw my mouth and throat - I gagged, I choked, but I wanted more and Victor knew it. Before I knew what I was doing, I was up on me knees so that I could take better care of Victor - low and behold, the next thing I knew my butt was being rammed by Ricky - I kept sucking and getting my mouth and throat screwed and Ricky thrust himself totally in me. Yes, finally, my dreams were becoming a reality and I knew at that point that my dreams were not dreams at all, rather, Victor and Ricky had been servicing me and I them for nights on end now. It wasn't long before Victor was emptying his man seeds into my mouth and I swallowed them all - Ricky picked up speed and forcefully plowed me - filling me with his seeds. Yes, I was well on the road to recovery; I was OK. Ricky stated that I had better get out of the tub and get dressed before Dr. King came in. Upon his arrival he stated that I was to be released that day and that I would be going to a small group home; a home in which I would find love, nurturing, and guidance - and that within the hour people from my new home would be coming to take me away. I was now quite excited and Dr. King stated that he would continue to see me about once a week and that Victor and Ricky would be checking in on me often. Within the hour, as Dr. King had said, there was knock on the door; in walked the dark figure and the young boy -- I was shocked. Dr. King introduced me to Father Mercer and his young charge, Tim - he also told me that Father Mercer was a Priest in Olympia and also in charge of the group home, which I would be my new home. Father Mercer came over to me and shook my hand and then took me in his arms and gave me a big hug; he took my arm and hand and moved it between the openings of his robe - Wow, Father Mercer had a boner. I looked up at him and he smiled at me. Father Mercer then said, Tim, come over here and meet your new brother. Father Mercer turned to me and said, Michael, it was I who spoke to you some nights ago, do you remember me and Tim and what I told you. After giving it some thought, it all came back to me - yes Father Mercer, you said - "Someday you will have us both and we shall have you." Is that right Father Mercer? Yes Michael, that's correct, let's go home. I turned to Dr. King, Victor, and Ricky and said; I'm OK now - they smiled at me and Dr. King said, Michael, you're better than OK. As an additional noted so that you're not handing - I never saw or heard from Bruce; though, it's my understanding that he was adopted. And to fast forward to the present - my life in the group home was excellent and believe it or not, there was love and nurturing. And today I am a Psychiatrist in the State of Washington, patient clientele being primarily gay males.