Date: Tue, 17 Sep 2013 15:04:15 -0400 From: Terry Stiles Subject: Love Heals All (adult youth) This is a story I'm working on. It has some Young-Friend chapters, but it's mosty adult youth. This is a multi-chapter Boylove story. I'm also working on a less erotic version that I'll post on my web site. Comments are welcome, but please no flames. When I was born, I was so pissed off at being forced out of my dark, cozy home of 9 months through a cramped, crushing tunnel into a over-lit, over-large, cold room, it was good thing that newborns aren't verbal or I'd've died of soap poisoning from having my mouth washed-out! As soon as the nurse handed me to Daddy, though, & I felt his loving arms around me, I calmed right down. No father could've been more devoted to his child than Daddy was to me. Cliches about fathers "sleeping" through their babies' late-night cries were lost on him. He was so attentive to me that Mom joked that the only reason she breastfeed was to get some personal time with me. He thought Boy Scouts was a waist of time if a boy had a good father and decent social skills but when I asked to join, he volunteered every chanck he got. He lettered in wrestling in high school, but otherwise he was the world's worse athlete. He helped me, though, to practice as much as he could for my youth league sports. He sometimes had to work at his company's branch in The Planes, but he sometimes took me along, staying with Mom's family in nearby Athens. And a couple times he risked his job by refusing overtime when it interfered with my activities. Of course no child is perfect, and I misbehaved as much as any little boy. I told him more times than I care to remember that I hated him after a spanking, but I quickly forgave him. And the cliche that "this hurts me more than it does yu" had never been more true. I was, he said, his star. And when he was killed coming home from a business trip, when I was 8, I went super nova. I'd been a normal, happy, little boy; a good student; with more than my fair share of friends. When Daddy died, though, that child died with him. I gave up my friends and dropped out of Cub Scouts and Pee-wee football. My studies went to hell and by the next year, I was barely passing. My family was extremely close but I could barely even maintain those relationships. Mom tried to be there for me, but I shut even her out. She told me later that I was the main reason she started dating as quickly as she did, and she chose men more for their willingness to include me in their relationships than for looks, etc. The harder they tried to to connect with me, though, the shittier I was to them. How DARE they try to take Daddy's place!? By the time I was 12 and Mom married Tim Sharp, the walls I'd build around myself were so thick that nothing short of a miracal could break though. Then Daddy's best friend since jr. high, Eric Powers was offered a job in his ex's law firm and he returned to Reefsport. According to conventional wisdom, one of 3 things will happen to a loved boy: a) he'll become a ped himself b) he'll grow-up gay &/or c) he'll become a basketcase. As usual, conventional wisdom is a crock! Yes, I fooled around with my peers and -- on occasion -- even younger kids. And Della and my son will be 12 soon and I'm looking forward to offering Eric to him as a bday present. Even as a child, though, I much preferred the company of adults. And, although, giving my cherry to Eric taught me how much I love to be fucked (Della is the sister of one of my "close" frat brothers, since I married, though, I've reserved my ass for Della's strap-on. In college, I was as much of a lady-killer as any of my frat brothers. And I love Della more than I can say. As for becoming a basket-case, Eric saved me just in time from that.